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kybercrystals94 · 1 year ago

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The Last Time

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 30 | Prompt 30: The Last Time

Rated: G | Words: 1562 | Summary: “...it was the last time…” | Character Focus: Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo

“Are you awake?” Tech’s voice asks, right at the edge of Hunter’s bunk.

Hunter doesn’t know how anyone can sleep with the hurricane raging outside the walls. It sounds like the entire city might topple under the weight of its rampant fury. Not that Hunter’s scared. His blanket is only pulled up over his head because the flashes of lightning burn his eyes. But the thin blanket does not protect his frayed senses from the bone rattling thunder and the constant barrage of torrential rain lashing against the walls and windows.

“I’m awake,” Hunter says, voice muffled into his fabric sanctuary.

The edge of his mattress dips as Tech sits down next to him. “Excellent. Would you like to see the weather radar I have accessed?”

No, Hunter thinks, but he hears the slight tremble in his brother’s voice. With a sigh, he leaves the small comfort of his makeshift barrier and sits up. “Sure, Tech.”

It is the middle of their sleep cycle. Their barracks should be dark, but the incessant lightning keeps the room lit with a flickering, white light. Tech does not wait for further invitation before he scrambles the rest of the way into Hunter’s bunk, putting himself between Hunter and the wall. He props his data pad between them, the screen a mass of twisting colors. “We are here,” Tech says, pointing to a tiny blip amongst the chaos.

“What do the different colors mean?” Hunter asks. He already knows. Reading weather maps is a basic part of their training; however, he also knows that Tech finds comfort in over-explaining even the most rudimentary facts.

Hunter becomes so engrossed in the rambled explanation of weather patterns, that he doesn’t notice the shadow prowling across the room until it speaks almost directly into his ear. “What are you doing?”

Hunter won’t admit if his nerves also leapt bodily in surprise, but Tech startles, the small jerk of motion jarring against Hunter’s side.

Crosshair stands there, arms crossed tightly over his chest, shoulders hiked just a little towards his ears, waiting for an answer.

“Tech’s showing me his weather map,” Hunter says.

Crosshair shifts his weight, sharp eyes cutting away. “I want to see when this karking storm is gonna end,” he mumbles. Like Tech, he does not wait for an invitation to clamber into the bunk. Crosshair puts himself between Tech and the wall. Hunter shifts a little to make more room, Tech tucked snugly in the middle.

Tech starts his explanation all over again, moving the data pad to rest in his lap so that all three of them can see.

“Hey!” an indignant shout comes from across the room. There’s a loud thump, the thudding of feet running across the room. Wrecker looms over Hunter’s crowded bunk, blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. “No one told me we were sharing a bunk tonight. I don’t want to be alone either!”

“We aren’t sharing a bunk,” Tech corrects him, “I am showing Hunter and Crosshair the storm’s progress on my radar.”

Wrecker grins. “Then I want to see too!”

He dives into the bunk amidst shouts of protest, wedging himself into the nonexistent space between Crosshair and the wall. Hunter is nearly shoved out of his own bed, clinging to Tech’s arm to keep himself from toppling to the floor.

“We can’t all fit!” Crosshair squawks.

“Yes, we can!” Wrecker says, sounding all too pleased with himself.

“Wrecker,” Crosshair wheezes, “your elbow is digging into my ribs.”

“Oh, sorry,” Wrecker says.

Another pause.

“Wrecker, your elbow is still digging into my ribs.”

“I know, but I’m really comfortable,” Wrecker sighs.

Tech huffs. “At least one of us is.”

Hunter is halfway off the bunk. “We can make this work,” he says, “but not like this.” He drops to the floor and stands up.

“How?” Crosshair asks.

“Sideways,” Hunter says. “Now move.”

“We’re too tall to fit sideways,” Tech points out.

“Do you want to share my bunk or not?” Hunter asks.

At that, his brothers don’t argue, quickly rearranging themselves. Sitting up as they had been, their feet - with the exception of Wrecker - come just to the edge of the thin mattress. They leave space for Hunter between the head of the bed and Tech. Hunter climbs into his allocated spot, and they situate his and Wrecker’s blankets over all four of them.

“Now,” Tech says, taking out his data pad. “Shall I start again?”

They listen to Tech talk about the storm, hardly noticing the stark flashes of lightning or the grumbling of the thunder or the endless onslaught of rain, until one by one they fall asleep.

But it is the last time the four share a bunk.

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"Stop looking at my cards!” Wrecker cries, holding his splay of cards against his chest.

Crosshair scoffs, sitting back. “I would if you’d stop waving them directly in my face.”

“Maybe if you stayed on your side of the table...”

“Can we play just one game without an argument?” Hunter asks, the patience in his voice becoming transparently thin.

A brief moment of silence. Wrecker puts down a card.

“Wrecker, that is an illegal play,” Tech says.

“Is not,” Wrecker says.

Crosshair picks up the card and flicks it back at Wrecker. “Is so. Take it back.”

Wrecker grumbles, but puts the card back in his hand.

The game continues without further incident until Crosshair wins the round.

“How did you know I was bluffing?” Tech asks as Crosshair sweeps his winnings of spare bolts and screws into his pile.

Crosshair grins. “You’ve got a tell.”

“Really? What is it?” Wrecker asks eagerly, squinting at Tech.

Tech rolls his eyes, gathering the cards to shuffle. “I do not have a tell.”

“He does,” Crosshair says to Wrecker, ignoring Tech, “but I’m not going to give it away. It’s my strategy. He counts cards, and I read his tells.”

Hunter groans. “Tech…”

“That is not cheating!” Tech cries, indignant.

“With your enhancement…”

“Now wait a minute–”

“Yeah! Using enhancements is cheating!” Wrecker declares.

Tech huffs. “Then Crosshair shouldn’t be able to read my tells,” he says, then adds, glancing at Wrecker, “not that I have any.”

“How the kark am I supposed to play then? Blindfolded?” Crosshair cries.

Tech shrugs indifferently. “If necessary.”

The table erupts in a tangle of arguments, rational and irrational alike.

It is the last time they play cards before Echo joins the Batch.

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“Here we are,” Hunter says cheerfully, stepping into the clearing and removing his helmet. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the inhalation of pure air, rich with the scents of primitive wilderness. The only electromagnetic signals his senses can pick up are from the Marauder an hour’s march away, and the faint output of Tech’s data pad and their gear.

“If by here you mean the middle of nowhere, then you are correct,” Tech grumbles, shrugging out of his pack and putting it against a tree.

“It was Hunter’s turn to pick our shore leave,” Echo says diplomatically. “So middle of nowhere it is.”

“I like it!” Wrecker booms, scaring away a bird that had been watching them from a nearby branch. “We haven’t been camping in ages!”

Crosshair sighs. “What do you call what we just did on our last mission?”

“Just ‘cause we had to sleep outside doesn’t mean it was camping,” Wrecker says. “Camping means we have a campfire and don’t have to worry about getting our heads shot off by clankers.”

“Now we just have to worry about our heads being bitten off by wild animals,” Crosshair retorts.

Tech immediately cuts in. “There are no predators on this planet capable of such a feat. I made sure of it.”

“See? I feel safer already.” Echo chuckles, pulling off his helmet and grinning at Hunter. “I think I’m gonna like this shore leave. We’ll have some peace and quiet if we can get these two to quit their whining,” he says, nodding at Crosshair and Tech.

Echo receives twin expressions of indignation in response.

However, that night, around the crackling warmth of the campfire, the complaints of the early afternoon are forgotten. The soft sounds of nighttime embrace them, soothing chaotic nature for something tranquil. They watch the stars overhead as things unreachable, winking pinpricks of light against a velvety, black canopy of sky.

Hunter takes first watch, eager to enjoy the serenity they’ve found. Crosshair comes to sit next to him once their brothers have fallen asleep. He bumps his shoulder against the Sargeant’s, and Hunter nudges him back. They don’t speak for long, peaceful minutes, appreciating one another’s quiet company.

“Do you think we could live like this? After the war?” Hunter asks at last, voice hushed.

Crosshair doesn’t answer right away, leaning forward and bracing his forearms on his knees, watching the flames of the fire dance and spark. “We’re soldiers,” he says, “we don’t know anything but war.”

“We could learn,” Hunter says. “Adapt.”

Crosshair chuckles. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

It is the last time they have shore leave before their mission to Kaller.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Hunter tries to remember the last words he said to Omega.

The last meaningful words.

The last words she might remember him by.

In case this mission goes wrong.

In case it was the last time he ever saw her.

But he can’t remember.

END

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areyoufuckingcrazy · 19 days ago

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Hello! I had this idea for a fic and hopefully you like it! It’s a Bad Batch X Fem!Reader where she trained them in the early days when they were cadets and they were super attached to her but she went missing (probably for getting too attached) and eventually they move on but one day they start find irregularities and investigate and they find out she was taken. Maybe to be experimented on or something not good.

You can add anything you’d like! I absolutely adore your work and I especially love love your series work! X

“Before We Were Broken”

Bad Batch x Fem!Reader

The rain hadn’t let up in sixteen hours. Not that it ever really stopped on Kamino. You could barely hear your own boots echo down the pristine white hallway over the roar of the storm outside.

“Room C-35,” the Kaminoan aide said, voice soft and monotone as she glided ahead of you. “Your assigned cadets are inside. You may find them… unconventional.”

That was putting it mildly. You had read the file—a strange assortment of genetic experiments that didn’t quite fit with the rest of the clone army. Kamino had tried to bury them under clinical language: “desirable mutations,” “non-standard behavior,” “tactical unpredictability.” But you saw what it really meant. They didn’t know what to do with these four.

That’s where you came in.

You took a deep breath as the door opened.

Inside were four boys. Much younger than you expected—no more than twelve in appearance, though you knew biologically they aged faster. They stood stiffly in a loose formation, clearly unused to inspection.

The one in the front—tall, dark-haired, expression unreadable—stared at you with something approaching curiosity.

“Hunter,” you said, recognizing him immediately from the file. “You’re team leader.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not like the others.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Should I be?”

He didn’t answer.

To his left was a spindly boy with goggles, tapping nervously at a small datapad clipped to his belt.

“Tech,” you greeted, smiling. “You were reprimanded last week after you figured out how to hack the door systems. Impressive.”

“You read my report,” he said, startled. Then cautiously pleased.

“Of course I did.”

“Clone Force 99,” the aide said flatly. “Meet your new combat instructor.”

You gave a slow nod. “I’m [Y/N]. You’ll call me Instructor or Ma’am, depending on whether or not I’m yelling. Understood?”

No response. Just stares.

“Crosshair.”

He didn’t respond.

“You don’t salute. You don’t speak. You don’t even blink. You trying to scare me, kid?”

He raised a brow. “Is it working?”

You stepped closer, toe to toe. “Not even a little.”

His smirk twitched upward.

And in the back, leaning on a heavy blaster practice rifle he’d clearly modified himself, was the biggest of them all.

“You must be Wrecker.”

He beamed. “Finally! Someone who says it like it’s a good thing.”

You chuckled. “It is—if you know how to use it.”

He flexed. “I do!”

You crossed your arms, surveying them all. “I’ve trained squads twice your size and three times as stubborn. But none of them had what you have.”

Hunter eyed you warily. “Which is?”

“Potential,” you said simply. “Not just to fight. To change things.”

None of them replied. But something shifted. Even Crosshair seemed to stand a little straighter.

“Tomorrow, you report to the simulator at 0500. Failure is fine. Giving up is not. I don’t care if the regs treat you like misfits—you’re mine now. And I train my squads to survive.”

They didn’t salute. But they didn’t need to.

You were already theirs.

⸻

They listened to you more than they listened to any clone officer.

Wrecker begged to spar with you one-on-one just to see how hard he could push without hurting you. Tech followed you around like a datapad with legs, always asking why you taught the way you did. Crosshair trusted you enough to admit he couldn’t sleep without checking the exits. And Hunter—he never said much, but he started copying your hand signals and patrol patterns without realizing it.

You didn’t baby them. But you protected them. And when Crosshair broke another cadet’s nose for calling you “Kamino trash,” you didn’t reprimand him.

You just smirked and said, “Next time, break it cleaner.”

It wasn’t regulation. But it worked.

And that’s what made you dangerous.

Maybe too dangerous.

You disappeared.

No transfer orders. No incident report. No funeral.

Just gone.

Hunter went to the training deck where you always met them. Waited for hours.

Tech dug through records. Found nothing but a locked file marked Classified – Instructor 117.

Wrecker cried.

Crosshair punched a wall so hard he fractured three knuckles.

And still—no answers.

⸻

The squad had changed. They were grown now, weathered by war, disillusioned with the Republic’s lies.

Then Tech intercepted a signal during a recon mission. An encrypted Kaminoan burst transmission buried in an old server.

Inside—your ID tag. A vitals readout. You were alive. In stasis. Somewhere in the Unknown Regions.

And someone had gone to great lengths to make sure you stayed forgotten.

Hunter’s voice was cold when he said it.

“We’re going to get her back.”

⸻

the Signal Intercept. Aboard the Marauder.

“Tech?” Hunter asked from the cockpit, knuckles white on the throttle. “Tell me we’re not chasing another dead end.”

Tech didn’t look up from his holopad. “The signal originated from a decommissioned Kaminoan research satellite. Registry: CTX-Zeta-Seven. Purged from Republic records post-Geonosis. No rotation logs. No transmission records since the Clone Wars began.”

Wrecker scratched the back of his neck. “So what’s it doing alive again?”

Tech finally looked up, face grim behind his goggles. “It shouldn’t be. That’s the problem.”

Crosshair leaned against the bulkhead, toothpick twitching slightly between his lips. “You sure it’s her?”

Tech didn’t answer immediately. His fingers hovered over the readout one last time, like he didn’t want to say it.

“The vitals were hers. Identical match.”

No one spoke for a moment.

Then Hunter muttered, “Then someone’s kept her alive all these years.”

⸻

CTX-Zeta-Seven. Days Later. Approach Vector.

The station drifted like a grave in the void—dark, unlit, dead. Or at least it should have been. But when the Marauder got within range, a single beacon flickered to life.

“Docking bay four,” Tech murmured, eyes narrowed. “They’re inviting us in.”

“Trap,” Crosshair said flatly.

Hunter adjusted his vambrace, voice low. “We’re going in anyway.”

Wrecker checked the charge on his blaster. “They took her from us. They don’t get to keep her.”

⸻

Inside the Station.

The interior was worse than expected.

Rusting Kaminoan tech hung from the ceilings like veins, pulsing with low red light. Syringe arms twitched from medical pods. Dead droids lay in heaps.

Wrecker’s voice came through the comm, low and shaken. “This place smells like death.”

“Keep tight,” Hunter ordered. “Tech—find her.”

They moved with practiced precision: Crosshair covering the rear with silent focus, Wrecker ahead with his massive DC-17m, Tech scanning as they cleared the halls. Hunter led—blades drawn, senses sharp.

Then Tech stopped.

“I found the signal.”

They rounded a corner, came to a locked blast door covered in Kaminoan glyphs.

Inside?

A single cryotube.

And you.

She was alive.

Barely.

Suspended in thick gel. Tubes in your arms. Eyes closed. Your body was thinner, muscles atrophied from years of stasis. Your face was pale, lips slightly parted. And across your collarbone?

A Kaminoan barcode.

They had numbered you.

Hunter was at your side instantly, his breath catching in his throat. “Get her out.”

Tech’s voice was strained. “I—I need a minute. It’s a delicate sequence—”

“No,” Crosshair interrupted, stepping forward and lining up his rifle. “I’ll do it my way.”

“You’ll kill her—”

“I won’t,” Crosshair snapped, tone sharper than glass.

Hunter raised a hand. “Let him try.”

A heartbeat passed. Then a shot cracked through the chamber, precise and controlled.

The tube hissed, steam spilling out.

You collapsed into Hunter’s arms.

Your breathing was shallow. Pulse weak. But there.

“Hey,” Wrecker said softly, crouching beside you. “We got you. We came back.”

You didn’t respond.

Not yet.

But the alarms did.

Klaxons blared to life.

Motion detected. Biological.

“Contacts—eastern corridor,” Tech warned. “Not droids. Organics. Four signatures. Moving fast.”

“Clones?” Crosshair barked.

“No.” Tech frowned. “Modified.”

Then they saw them.

Failures.

Mutated, twisted clones with blank eyes and jagged scars. Genetic leftovers. They charged with stun batons and crude vibroblades.

“Fall back!” Hunter shouted, lifting you against his chest. “Get her out—NOW!”

The fight was brutal.

Wrecker took the brunt, shielding the squad as he carved through attackers. Crosshair’s shots were surgical, taking out limbs mid-strike. Tech rewired a blast door to lock half the horde behind them.

But one of the creatures got to Hunter—slashed him across the ribs as he tried to carry you.

He grunted, staggered.

Your eyes fluttered open.

You saw him bleeding.

And you moved.

A rusted scalpel lay nearby. You didn’t think—you just acted. Weak, half-dead, but still you.

You jammed the blade into the thing’s throat and pushed it back.

Wrecker’s blaster roared behind you.

Silence.

Back on the Marauder, you collapsed again.

They surrounded you.

Hunter, pressing gauze to his side with a grimace.

Wrecker, trying not to cry.

Crosshair, looking away but not leaving.

Tech sat beside the medbay, glasses off, cleaning them with trembling fingers.

You tried to speak. Your voice cracked.

“…I knew you’d come.”

Hunter closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against your temple.

“We never stopped looking.”

But none of them said the truth.

That they had moved on.

That they had almost stopped believing.

That they had buried their grief in war, in scars, in silence.

And now here you were again, broken and half-dead in their arms.

Just like them.

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thegreymarveljedi · 5 months ago

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Relaxing Days

(Crosshair x Reader)

This one is kind of an OOC Crosshair cause I think he’s just a touch starved, misunderstood man. I took this idea from a previous fic in my drafts and turned it into some soft Crosshair smut!

(Divider done by @snotbuggle)

Warnings: SMUTT, first time! Reader, slight insecure reader, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, nipple play, pet names, Crosshair is a soft boi, check ins, consent is key, p in v sex, fluffy ending.

Words: 5.5K+

The snarky sniper of Clone force 99 or The Bad Batch, had taken a liking to you almost immediately after you joined the squad as their general. You seemed to be one of the only people outside of his squad of brothers that he trusted with his life. And that was saying something because it usually took him a long time to trust people but with you, it took merely a day.

When you first joined the squad, the others were sceptical but welcoming nonetheless, never having had a proper general to answer too. Wrecker was the first to warm up, knowing that he could joke with you and never be judged. The others were shocked when it was Crosshair who warmed up to you next, finding comfort in your presence and being nice to you. Tech had even tried to take Crosshairs temperature and run a few test before the sniper scowled and smacked him away.

It happened after you returned to Coruscant, back from a long, strenuously mission that you broke through Crosshair’s hard exterior. You matched his stubbornness head on but still showed him unwavering kindness, even if he had been cold to you when you first joined. He respected you even more when he realized that you wouldn’t take his shit, conceding his respect and reciprocating your kindness.

After that, he began to open up to you. He would crack jokes with you much to the surprise of his brothers. But that helped them to feel more comfortable with you as their general. You had even over heard Hunter say to the Tech and Echo once, “if Crosshair likes her, then how bad could it be?”

Crosshair would tell you stories about their cadet days and about missions they took on before you had become their general. Even at late hours of the night, he would come knocking on the door to your quarters, asking to talk or just wanting to be held, to cuddle when he couldn't sleep. You never objected, letting the misunderstood, touch starved trooper in, holding him close until the sun shone through your window in the morning and sometimes even after that.

The rest of the squad took notice of Crosshair’s more relaxed behaviour as the weeks went by, noting that he had much less of a temper now that you were around. He would join the team in joking around and was much less bothered by Wrecker’s childish antics, even initiating some jokes.

The Batch was pleasantly surprised by how kind Crosshair was to you but, Hunter especially, was happy to see his little brother finally somewhat relaxed. He was glad that Crosshair had found someone who he felt comfortable with and even if it wasn’t him or any of the other batch members, at least he had someone.

Through his hard exterior, you could see that he was a soft, misunderstood man under there, looking for a purpose, looking to be loved by someone. And you showed him that he had a purpose in life other than to be a soldier, that he deserved love and that you loved him.

~Time Skip~

Locked in a heated makeout session, you and Crosshair were in your quarters aboard the Negotiator 2.0 spending time together. The other members of the Bad Batch were off doing their own thing, unaware of what was currently going on between their General and sniper behind closed doors.

After another successful joint mission with the 212th, General Kenobi thought it best to give the men a much needed break, sighting their good work. Everyone had been excited for the rest as they awaited their next orders. That's what led you and Crosshair to this moment, some quiet time alone in your quarters. You and him hadn't gotten to spend a lot of alone time together because of how many non stop missions you had been sent on.

You had been a couple for a few months now and, with the exception of Hunter, because nothing got past him, no one knew. You were courting in secret because it wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know just yet. And with you being a Jedi and Crosshair a clone, it would get you both in trouble if the wrong people found out about your relationship. That’s why you and Crosshair agreed to keep your relationship on the down low.

Since then, you and Crosshair had been sneaking around, trying to find more and more places for you fun "games". This wasn't the first time you've been like this but it's never really gone all the way.

You were nervous for your first time having sex, never having had it before. Yes, you and Crosshair had engaged in foreplay with hand jobs and fingering but nothing past that. You were afraid you wouldn't be good enough for him, not having the experience her had in this department as well as other reasons.

Right now, you were sat on top of Crosshair’s lap, straddling him as his hands massaged your thighs. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You pulled away from the kiss breathless, resting your foreheads together and smiling at each other. Crosshair had such an amazing smile and you were saddened that he didn’t show it off more. Then again, if you got to see it everyday then you’d be happy.

“Crosshair?” Your voice was quiet, almost like you felt the romantic atmosphere would disappear if you were any louder. The man below you responded with a short ‘hmm’, his lips travelling down to kiss at your neck.

"I think I’m ready," you whispered to him, taking hold of his face and bringing it up to look at you, holding it gently in your hands. His eyes went wide as he pulled away from you slightly, searching your eyes for reassurance. He knew that this was new territory for you, attachments and relationships forbidden for Jedi though most were not celibate. But you had confided in him that even if sex was a loop hole, you didn’t want just anyone, you wanted a connection with someone.

"A-are you sure Cyar’ika? I mean I am too but I just want you to be fully ready so you won't reg-" Crosshair began to ramble but you cut him off with short, reassuring kiss to his lips. The lips that had whispered so many loving words to you in the late hours aboard the marauder, flying through hyperspace or between missions in your quarters on Kamino.

"I'm sure Crosshair. I want you to be my first," you said, shrugging off your top robes as reassurance for him, making him smile and nod. He slowly helped you pull the remainder of your robes off, pulling your undershirt up over your head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.

Crosshair’s upper armour was soon to follow, hands working diligently to remove it with your help. You moved down to his legs, removing the armour adorning his slim yet muscular thighs. You were careful when removing it, being mindful that the clones took pride in their armour which was no exception for the Batch. Once his armour was full removed, Crosshair pulled you back up and onto his lap, hands finding their way to your ass.

The top half of his blacks soon followed his armour to the floor as you lifted the shirt up and over his head, feeling his lean yet muscular body as you went. Crosshsir wasn't a super big man, his genetic makeup modified to be of a slimmer size to better suit his position as the team sniper. Even if he wasn’t a large man, he was still muscular and fit, tall and agile. No matter what he looked like, you loved him just the same.

You smiled as he moved his hands up and down your sides, still looking a little hesitant, as if unsure that you were fully ready and committed to this.

“Are you sure this is what you want mesh’la? Because I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop if you change your mind.” Crosshair said, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

You kissed his soft lips again, trying your best to convey to him that you really wanted to do this before pulling away to take off your breast band, throwing it to the floor with your shirts and the rest of your clothing.

“I’m sure Crosshair. Please, I want you.”

Crosshair looked down at your breasts hungrily, his eyes meeting yours, silently asking for permission to start. You nodded shyly, closing your eyes before taking hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up to massage your chest. You moaned softly as he took one of your hardeneding buds between his thumb and index finger, tweaking and rolling it.

His unoccupied hand moved up your body to your lips, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip before you engulfed it into your mouth to suck. Yours eyes met again, not breaking contact as you sucked his thumb. It was such a sensual act to Crosshair that he let out a chuckle before groaning at your eagerness. He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, being sure to hold your lip open before moving his other hand down to play with your neglected nipple.

“Fuck Crosshair, that feels so good.” With his fingers doing such a great job on just your breasts, you felt as thought you would cum just from nipple simulation. His fingers were long and the pads soft, making his hands perfect for jobs like this. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck softly, picking up the pace as satisfied moans continued to fall from your lips. As he worked on you chest, you started to grind you hips against his crotch, making him moan around you nipple.

Crosshair pulled away from your chest with a slight pop, moving his hands down to your hips. He gripped your love handles gently yet firmly and began to meet your hips with his, grinding against your clothed core making you both moan.

"Cross, Fuck," you moaned, burying your face in his neck to try and muffle your sounds. You kissed and nipped at the skin of his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with your affections. You moved your hands down to his pants, pulling at the drawstring of his blacks and feeling the waists of them slacken slightly.

You had never told him so but he looked sexy in just his blacks. He always looked sexy no matter what he was wearing and now, you could see him fully nude which would finally complete the fantasy you had envisioned many time before. You groaned as the image slotted itself in your mind, the picture making your core wet and ready for him.

Crosshair moved his hands down to the hem of your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor. You smiled at him and got off of his lap, standing up beside the bed before slowly, teasingly, sliding your pants down your legs. Crosshair watched with bated breath as you stripped off your last layer, stepping out of them and leaving you in your black panties.

Crosshair watched in awe, seeing you in nothing but your panties was an image he was determined to commit to memory. His hands reached for your hips again, running them up and down as he admired your gorgeous physique.

“Mesh’la,” he murmured, entranced by your beauty. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink as you too in his words, feeling bashful about the way he was looking at you though you did nothing to cover yourself.

Crosshair let a smile grace his lips as he stood up with you, removing his hands from your hips and pushing the bottoms of his blacks down and off, leaving him in his boxers. You watched with hungry eyes as his black came off, getting down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes met again and you never broke the contact as your hand came to palm his clothed erection, feeling his cock flex through his boxers.

Crosshair moaned softly, running his fingers through your hair as you palmed him, "S-stop teasing (Y/N)," he whimpered, a sound that you never imagined would come out of the snarky snipers mouth. He was always very careful with his words and the things that came off his tongue, but in this moment, hearing such a vulnerable sound come from him made you giddy.

You smirked up at Crosshair, feeling your confidence grow as you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, resuming his position in front of you. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your hand coming up to stroke his cock. Crosshair sighed in relief, legs shaking slightly as he moved back to sit on the bed, you following him dutifully.

You ran your hands up and down Crosshair’s thighs, kissing up his inner thighs until you reached his cock. You made eye contact with him again as you brought your tongue to his tip, kitten licking it while your other hand stoked his base. Crosshair sighed as he threaded his fingers through your hair again, just resting it there and not pushing you further. You carefully and, quite skillfully, took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.

"Oh dear maker!" Crosshair moaned almost breathlessly, trying and failing to keep his hips still. He gently and gently thrusted his hips, encouraging but not forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You smiled around him before taking his entire length, right down to base, in your mouth. You gagged slightly, never having done this before but trying your best to make it good for him. And Crosshair was long, and had some girth to him which made it more difficult but you persevered.

"Oh kriff cyar’ika, that feels so good," Cross moaned, continuing to thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls as you took him, feeling the heavy weight of his sack pulse as his hips stuttered. He gripped your hair and held your head down at his cock pulsed, not being able to hold it in any longer.

“Can I-“ he barely got the words out as you nodded, deepthroating him as he came with a shout, his cum flooding your throat. You gagged as he came, sucking on his cock through his orgasm as he began to soften in your mouth.

Crosshair removed his hand from your hair, panting as he came down from his high, legs twitching and chest heaving. He reached down slightly and held your chin in his hand, watching as you swallowed his load. You pulled off his cock with a small pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his softening length as you too in deep breaths, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

Crosshair groaned softly, his hands reaching under your arms, pulling you up off the floor and into his lap again. He kissed you deeply and you happily obliged, your tongues moving together. Cross didn’t care that he could taste himself on your tongue, still in the afterglow of what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. You could feel him hardening again, his enhanced genetics meaning he had stamina to spare. You smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled away and buried your face in his neck.

"What is so funny kitten?" Crosshair asked, his voice thicker than normal, gruff and sexy to your ears. You whimpered softly into his neck just from hearing the words roll off his silver tongue, the tongue you wanted to badly to feel against your cunt.

"You," you said, smiling into his neck and placing small kisses along the side. He chuckled and pulled you away from his neck, kissing you deeply once more before coaxing you stand again. Crosshair ran his hands up your tights to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. You shyly crossed your legs once your panties were on the floor, a pink hugh tinting your cheeks.

“Don’t hide cyar’ika. You’re beautiful,” Crosshair said, pulling you back into his lap. You were sheepish, not meeting his eyes again until he tilted your chin up to him.

“I’m being honest (Y/N). You’re so unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful ner sarad,” he said and kissed your lips gently. It was a loving, affectionate kiss that held so much meaning and warmth behind it that you couldn’t deny his words.

“Thank you Crosshair,” you whispered against his lips, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you especially about this.

Crosshair began trailing kisses down your neck toward your breasts once more where he engulfed your left nipple in his mouth again, while his left hand came up to play with the right one. You moaned a little louder than before, voice high as he ravaged your chest, laying a claim to your breasts like a man starved of milk.

Crosshair pulled off with a small pop before laying back on the bed, pulling you with him as he adjusted himself on the pillows, "come here cyare," he said, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a prayer.

You seductively crawled on top of him so you were situated on his firm chest, staring down at him and waiting for his next move. He smirked again and gripped your ass, pulling you higher up his body until you were straddling his face. You gasped at the sudden display of his strength, hands coming up to support yourself against the wall. You looked down into Crosshairs determined eyes, finding desire and hunger in his eyes as they flickered between yours and your cunt.

"I want you to ride my face mesh’la. Wanna taste you so bad," he growled against your thigh making you moan and nod. Crosshair smirked, quickly bringing your pussy down to his face, and lapping at your folds with vigor.

You moaned unabashedly as he got to work on your sensitive core, licking, sucking and biting your lower lips. To Crosshair your moans were like a music to his ears, singing his praises and praying to him to go faster. You were still hesitant to put your full weight on him, afraid that you would suffocate him.

Crosshair must have felt your hesitation, as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and pressed you down against his tongue. You yelled out an obnoxiously pornographic moan as he latched onto your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brought one hand down to his head, running your fingers through his short silver hair.

“Oh fuck Crosshair! Fuck that f-feels amazing,” you managed to get out between pleasured sounds, throwing your head back as he furiously sucked on your clit.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Crosshair entered a finger into your soaked pussy, pulling a deep, guttural groan from you. You looked down again to see his piercing hazel eyes looking back up at you as he devoured your cunt while he finger fucked you. He then added a second and third finger after a few more moments, stretching your entrance open in preparation for his cock. You panted above him and began to grind against his fingers and face, chasing your incoming orgasm.

"You stretch me so well Cross, so fucking good," you moaned and threw your head back again, the hand in his hair tightening. Crosshair smirked and sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers faster as he sucking on the hood of your clit.

"Oh Fuck! Oh maker C-cross, I'm so C-Clo-" you didn't get finish you sentence as Crosshair crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot dead on with a precision only he had. You screamed as you came on his tongue and fingers, Crosshair lapping us your sweet juices as if they were his last meal. Your chest heaved with your head thrown back as you came down from your intense high, Crosshair slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. He carefully lifted you off his face, guiding you back down his body to your snug fitting position on his lap.

He sat up and held you as you caught your breath, hearing him whisper sweet nothings in your ear to help bring you back. A dazed smile graced your face as you listened to him speak, his voice soothing you as reality returned to your vision.

“You’re alright love. I’m here,” Crosshair whispered, rubbing circles on your back. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, guiding you to follow his breathing patterns as your brain fog cleared. You followed the movements of his chest, feeling safe in his arms as he brought you back.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting your tender moment together. Your heart beat quickened, the fear of getting caught weighing heavy on your mind. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were with Crosshair, but it was against the code to for attachments so it was Obi-wan at the door, you were both royally fucked.

"Who is it!" You called out, removing yourself from Crosshairs lap and sliding off the bed. You quickly forced your bath robe into your hand, wrapping it around yourself before walking to the door.

"It's your favourite clone!" The voice of one of your best friend’s came from the other side making you turn to Crosshair and mouth to him to hide. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly nodded, quickly stepping into the fresher, hitting the button to close the door behind him.

The door to your room slid open to reveal Commander Cody standing on the other side, arms crossed and a worried look in his soft hazel eyes, "I heard you scream so I wanted to come and check on you," He said, giving you a once over from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.

You mentally face palmed because you knew that someone would catch you if you were too loud. You nodded and pulled the rode a little tighter around yourself, being mindful that you were naked underneath and your neck was most likely littered with love bites, "Yup! Just fine! I just dropped my lightsaber on my toes and it surprised me is all!" You lied, just coming up with a quick one to cover for yourself though your voice was higher than normal.

Cody nodded, still looking sceptical but not wanting you push you further, "Ok, if you say so. Also, have you seen Crosshair? Wrecker’s been looking for him, something about wanting to place a bet on something," He added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. You shook your head quickly with a shrug, trying to come up with a cover for Crosshair now.

"Have you checked the training deck? He’s usually there upping the target practice high score for you boys," You asked and rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping they hadn’t checked there yet. Cody bit his lip, feeling a little silly that he hadn’t thought about that before uncrossing his arms with a sigh. He shock his head before giving you a short hug, holding you in his arms a little longer than her would anyone else.

"I'll have the boys check there now. Thanks vod’ika," he said, giving you a cheeky smile as he stepped back into the hallway. You smiled back at him and patted him on the back, knowing that for now you were safe, "No problem Cody! I hope you find him.”

“I’m sure we will,” Cody said with a chuckle and gave you a two finger salute, walking down the corridor and disappearing around the corner. When the door slid shut, you sighed, re-engaging the lock before peeling the robe off your body. Crosshair emerged from the fresher, a scowl on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

"Damn reg, killed the mood," Crosshair snarled, his possessive nature shining through just a little. You playfully slapped his arm but soon realized what he meant. You could no longer feel his hard cock on your ass, but instead a soft lump of flesh resting against your behind.

"First of all that's my best friends and technically your CO-” you said and turned to face him, smiling slightly, "-and second-" you reached your hand down between your body, gripping his softening cock. You began to stoke it slowly, teasing and seductive making him groan, "-we can always bring the mood back," you whispered breathlessly in his ear, listening to him moan as you jerked his cock.

He was hard again within a few minutes, your touch being everything he needed to get back in the mood once more. You smiled at your handy work before using the force to give him a push, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell onto it with a surprised yelp, listening to your giggles as you came back over to him and straddled his hips again.

Crosshair grinned and sat up a little, watching as you positioned your cunt over his cock. He took hold of your hips before you could sink down on him, his eyes meeting your ask you gave him a curious glance.

“One last time cyar’ika, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked making you giggle again. You leaned down and kissed his lips, running one hand through his hair as the other one remained wrapped around him.

“I’m sure Cross. I want this, I want you to be my first,” you whispered against his lips and slowly lowered yourself down on him, moaning as he stretched your pussy, cunt swallowing him greedily. Crosshair groaned at the tightness of your core, gripping your hips firmly before bringing you down on his cock fully in one fluid motion.

You cried out, head falling forward onto Crosshairs shoulder as you panted for breath, "W-what was that f-for?" you voice quivering as you spoke, the surprise of the movement melting away and making way for an unforgettably pleasurable sensation. It felt so good and he hadn’t even begun to move yet.

"Get it over with- kriff- it’ll hurt less," Crosshair said, moving his hips in slowly circles before he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You moaned, unrestrained and cock drunk, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock, feeling his tip against your cervix.

"You’re so tight mesh’la," Crosshair moaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing at the round globes for more leverage, "you like having my cock buried in your tight pussy? Does it feel just as good as it does in your dreams?” he whispered in your ear making you moan louder.

"Keep sweet talking like that and I'll cum before we've even really started," You said somewhat breathlessly, your hips meeting Crosshairs as he thrusted up into you. It felt amazing, almost like heaven and for your first time, you were sure that no one could ever be as good as Crosshair.

Crosshair sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass forcefully as his high drew closer and closer. He was embarrassed with how quickly he was going to cum but then again, you were so warm and tight around him, he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering slightly as you moaned on top of him.

“I’m almost there Cross, fuck you feel so good inside me,” you moaned out, hands on his chest before a yelp left your throat as Crosshair rolled you onto your back. His cock remained buried inside your cunt and with the new position it felt as if he was reaching deeper and deeper.

“FUCK!” You screamed as crosshair sped up his thrusts, chasing his orgasm just as he was yours. He brought his hand down between your bodies and began to rub your clit once more, drawing a scream from your lips at the over sensitivity.

“Crosshair!” You moaned as you came, your walls convulsing around and drawing his cock in, holding it inside your pussy. That threw Crosshair over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as his seed shot deep into your cunt. You could feel his spend painting your walls white, the warm sensation of it making you see stars.

Crosshair slowed the movement of his hips, letting every last drop of his seed out inside you. You both panted as he laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as you both came back to reality. You stayed there for a few minutes to catch your breath before Crosshair carefully pulled out, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He whispered an apology to you and kissed your forehead, getting up and quickly walking to the bathroom.

He came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and a damp cloth, slowly sitting you up. You made no protest against the movement, body and mind still up in the clouds in the after glow of your orgasm. He thoughtfully clean you up, smiling apologetically as you whimpered, still sensitive from your first time. Crosshair kissed your forehead again, using the cloth to clean himself off before tossing it into the clothing shute and handing you the glass of water.

“Drink up mesh’la. You need it especially after such activities,” he said, the smile not leaving his face. You nodded and drank the water slowly, watching Crosshair as he picked his armour up off the ground and placed it by the door with genuine care. You smiled down at the glass of water in your hand, thinking about how caring Crosshair was being with you. You watched as he then picked up your clothes off the floor and discarded them in the clothing shute. He walked over to the dresser in the corner of your room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a clean set of underwear for you.

You finished your water and put the glass down on the nightstand, smiling slightly in embarrassment as Crosshair came over to the bed. He carefully pulled you to stand on your shaky legs, helping you into your underwear before scooping you up and laying you back down in your bed.

He quickly retrieved a new pair of boxers from his pack, pulling them on before sliding into the bed next to you. Crosshair pulled the covers up over your bodies, pulling you closer as you snuggled into his chest. You sighed contently, feeling warmth envelop your body as you pressed up against his frame underneath the blanket. Even if Crosshair normally ran a cold body temperature, right now her warm, a comfortable, post sex warm.

"That was amazing Crosshair, thank you." You said and laid one more gently kiss to his chest, drawing circles around the 99 tattoo on his left pec. He smiled softly down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead once more, running a hand up and down your back.

"I love you, ner mesh’la cyare. Thank you for making this an amazing and unforgettable experience. You truly know how to make a man happy," Crosshair said with a chuckle and looked down at you with the charming smile you had come to love.

"I love you too. I’m glad it felt good for you, I was afraid I wouldn't be go enough for you with how inexperienced I am,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear shyly. Crosshair had been with other women before, all of the Batch members had, and all those other women had more experience. But you loved Crosshair, and you hoped to be enough for him.

Crosshair looked at you bewildered before holding your chin softly in his hand, building you to look him in the eyes. He looked down at you with such love and adoration, hand instead moving to hold your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb, "Non sense ner kar’ta, that felt absolutely fantastic. I'm glad I got to be your first and you were absolutely amazing. I have never found a woman who made me feel as loved and cared for as you. You are more than good enough for me," Crosshair said and placed a delicate kiss to your lips,trying his best to convey his love before he pulled away from it.

You smiled and snuggled into his chest farther, enjoying the contrast of his now cool smooth skin against your heated palm. You drew circles on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your cheek. Crosshair kissed the crown of your head, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Soon you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms, content with how the night had come to a close.

Let me know what you think of this! If you want to see more soft Crosshair, let me know in the comments!

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fanfoolishness · 11 months ago

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*lays down*

*tries not to cry*

*cries a lot*

It’s rare for fic to get me to actual tears, but you’ve done it. It was tough but sweet to read about how Tech was there for Wrecker for his first big scar, and I felt my face forming a smile when Hunter and Crosshair showed up, all of them eager to help support Wrecker — and then there was that absolute knife twist towards the end. That was a dirty trick, dammit, but a beautifully effective one. When I realized what was happening I braced myself to keep reading and thought maybe I’d be okay, but… He didn’t want to think of Tech as broken crushed me. Damn that hurts, well done ;_;

These Scars Remain

Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 6 | Prompt: Battle Scars

Summary: "Did I ever tell you what Tech did when I got my first big scar?" POV: Wrecker (Word Count: 3131)

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Notes: I touched on a few of the concepts here in one of my other works that I wrote up while imagining how the months between episodes 2.16 and 3.02 had gone for Hunter, Wrecker and Echo. And recently I've been thinking a lot about how Wrecker might have gotten the huge scar on his face. And then I saw this week's prompt. This is the result.

“Wrecker.”

Pain. So much pain.

“Wrecker!”

Blinding… burning… pain… ringing… agony… so dark…

“Wrecker! Wake up!”

Stabbing… crushing… why wouldn’t the pain stop… just make it stop…

“WRECKER!”

That voice… he knew that voice… who… Tech, why was Tech yelling at him? Why was the ground shaking…?

Wrecker came to with a groan. He wanted to move, find his way to more solid ground so he would stop shaking – maybe he wouldn’t hurt as much if he wasn’t shaking – but the only part of his body he could manage to move for himself was his eyelids.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Tech’s goggles, which were currently taking up most of his field of vision – a field of vision that was narrower than usual… Wrecker blinked, what was wrong with his left eye?

Then he realized the ground had stopped moving… No, Tech had stopped shaking him. Why had Tech been shaking him…? Had he been asleep? Were they late for a battle simulation or…?

Suddenly Wrecker remembered: the squad was in their third and final week of completing individual field tests, tests that would determine whether each member of the squad was prepared to progress to the final months of advanced training. Hunter and Crosshair were currently in a different room, Wrecker didn’t yet know what tests had been assigned to those two today. Wrecker and Tech had been shuffled into another area, with Tech being assigned target drills with the blasters in one corner of the long training room, and Wrecker being given the task of disarming a bomb at the other end of the room.

He had thought it would be a smoke bomb or something similar, he had been told as much – at least, he thought that’s what he had been told by the trainers before they left to watch the proceedings from the observation room. Wrecker still wasn’t sure what had gone wrong, but he was starting to think that definitely had not been a smoke bomb…

But it didn’t really matter what kind of bomb it had been; he should have been able to disarm it. All the regular cadets had to prove themselves to a certain standard; Wrecker knew full well that his squad of 99s had to prove themselves to be not just on par with the regs, but superior.

Now, Wrecker couldn’t help but recall that how quickly a cadet recovered from injury during training often played a role in determining whether said cadet was decommissioned or not. And… well, Wrecker knew he had definitely been injured.

That, on top of having clearly failed the test…

He didn’t know if retakes were allowed with these exams – he had never asked. None of his squad had needed to.

“Wrecker! Can you hear me?” Tech may have stopped shaking him, but his anxious voice persisted in calling Wrecker’s name, and Wrecker realized he had spent the last few seconds of reverie staring in a silent daze.

“Y… Yeah, Tech, I can hear you,” Wrecker replied. His words sounded muffled, garbled to his ears. It hurt so much to talk, but he tried to keep talking anyway, more to reassure Tech than anything else. “Guess I…”

Tech suddenly disappeared from Wrecker’s line of sight, replaced by a medical droid. “The stimulant worked, CT-9903 has regained consciousness,” Wrecker heard the droid report, before he felt himself being lifted onto a gurney.

Oh. He was going to be taken to the medical wing. That was fine… just, he didn’t really like going to the medical wing, he didn’t like all the tests that involved being poked and prodded and scanned, and he definitely didn’t like being there alone…

“CT-9902, where are you going?” the gruff voice of Gibli Ecto, their trainer, sounded somewhere behind Wrecker.

“I’m going with my brother to the medical wing. I want to stay with him,” Wrecker heard Tech reply.

“He’ll be just fine on his own. You need to finish your exam. You weren’t supposed to leave your testing station in the first place,” Ecto returned in a tone of finality.

“I already passed the test,” Tech replied.

“Excuse me?”

Tech’s voice was fading as Wrecker was carried further away, and Wrecker strained to hear his brother’s frank explanation: “Of the 150 targets on the exam, I have already accurately hit the first 136 of them, yielding an average 90.6% hit rate. Even if I miss the last fourteen targets, I’ve already exceeded the target rate required for passing at this point in my training. I don’t need to complete the remainder of the test. I want to accompany CT-9903 to the medical wing.”

“CT-9902, your insubordination is grounds for disciplinary action…”

“Let him go, Ecto,” one of the other trainers sighed – Wrecker couldn’t tell who was speaking now, maybe Timbria? “He’s right, he already passed. And these are special circumstances. CT-9902, you’re dismissed.”

“Yes, sir;” and Wrecker heard hurried footsteps catch up to him before his gurney was carried through the test room doors.

“I’m here, Wrecker,” Tech said matter-of-factly, placing a hand briefly on Wrecker’s right shoulder to reinforce the fact of his presence. “I’ll stay with you during the medical tests.”

“Thanks, Tech,” Wrecker said weakly. It still hurt to talk, still hurt to breathe, still hurt to think – and Wrecker found himself succumbing to unconsciousness again.

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“Oh good, you’re awake,” was the first sound to greet Wrecker’s right ear.

“What… what happened?” Wrecker said bemusedly, staring around at the sterile and well-lit room, registering the fact that the left side of his face and head was heavily wrapped in bandages; and the events of the day rapidly caught up to him even before Tech spoke again.

“You were unsuccessful in disarming the bomb,” Tech started.

“Yeah, and it blew up in my face. Got it,” Wrecker said, trying to ignore the sick feeling that was developing anew in the pit of his stomach. He was grateful it had been an individual rather than a group exam, that none of his brothers had been nearby when the bomb had gone off, but… What would happen to him for failing his first explosives test? He had heard rumors of other cadets being decommissioned for far less. “I mean, what happened after I passed out again?”

“You’ve only been unconscious for half an hour, but that was ample time for the medical droids to see to your wounds,” Tech said conversationally, before his tone turned more somber and he seemed reluctant to continue. “Based on what they were saying amongst themselves, I don’t think you’ll regain function of your left eye or ear.”

“You mean… I won’t be able to see or hear on that side again?”

“That is correct.”

Wrecker tried to shrug – oh, it hurt to shrug. And it hurt to grimace from the pain of shrugging. Even thinking still hurt. But none of that mattered. So long as they let him retake the test, he’d learn to live with the pain, just like he’d learn to live partially blind and deaf. He was going to be a soldier and stay with his squad, no matter what. “Guess it’s a good thing I have backups. One ear and eye’s enough. I can still crush droids.”

Ever since the first wave of graduates had been shipped out a few months ago to officially serve in the Galactic Army of the Republic and fight in the new war, cadets had been informed that they would primarily be facing battle droids, and battle simulations had shifted to reflect this. Barreling through droids had become one of Wrecker’s favorite things to do, and just thinking about it now would have been enough to make him smile – if it didn’t hurt so much to move his face.

Tech smiled at Wrecker’s brash determination. “That is also correct. It does not seem that your injuries will have any permanent effect on your brute strength and physical domination of the battlefield.”

He sounded almost relieved as he said it, and Wrecker suddenly realized Tech was as worried about Wrecker being decommissioned as he himself was.

Maybe that was why Tech had not only left his own test without permission to make sure Wrecker was alive after the explosion, but also had been so insistent on staying by Wrecker’s side afterwards. If anyone would be able to mount a successful argument against decommissioning any member of this squad of 99s – even if the argument went up against Prime Minister Lama Su himself – it would be Tech.

The squad had been together long enough and understood each other well enough that Wrecker knew he could count on any one of his brothers for anything. Still, the fact that Tech had risked his own standing as a cadet just to be able to stay close and ensure Wrecker’s safety made Wrecker’s heart warm with gratitude, and he felt in his bones that whatever happened, Tech would always be there for him.

Wrecker loved his brothers so much. Nobody could have asked for better squadmates.

“You’re the first of us to be assigned that task. I wasn’t aware the disarming test involved thermal explosives,” Tech said now.

“I didn’t know either,” Wrecker replied in a low voice.

Tech sighed. “At any rate, you’re going to have a very – ah, impressive scar.”

Wrecker frowned as he cautiously patted the layers of bandages on his head. “How do you know?”

“I saw the damage. The droids did their best and it’s already healing quickly, but… there was a lot of tissue missing. Your hair probably won’t grow back in that area either. All along here – ” and Tech indicated the area by stretching his hand over his own left ear and side of his head.

The full implications suddenly hit Wrecker; and despite the continued pain, he grinned.

“What is it?” Tech asked curiously.

“It’ll be my first battle scar.”

“I’m not sure you can call it a ‘battle’ scar when you didn’t sustain it in a real battle,” Tech replied drily.

“I know I didn’t get it in a real battle, but most of the other regs won’t know that,” Wrecker countered. “The important thing is, the regs’ll see this scar and they’ll know I survived something big. And since the scar is right on my face, no one will miss it!”

“Unless you have your helmet on,” Tech pointed out.

Wrecker stammered for a moment as he tried to come up with an appropriately witty response, but before he could verbalize his retort, the door slid open to admit two very anxious-looking cadets.

“Wrecker!” Hunter exclaimed, hurrying over to the bed.

“An actual explosion. Is there anything you can’t survive?” Crosshair quipped as he came up behind Hunter, though the worry was still apparent in his eyes.

Wrecker tried to guffaw, though it came out more as a wheeze. “It’ll take a lot more than that to put me out of the fight!”

Hunter shook his head. “This shouldn’t have happened. You weren’t supposed to be tested with a thermal explosive in the first place. From what I can tell, the trainers are all trying to figure out what went wrong.”

Well, at least he hadn’t misheard critical information… but he had still failed the test, and he was still badly injured, and he couldn’t help but think that he might be deemed unfit to be a soldier.

“That should be grounds to allow him to retest, then,” Tech was saying thoughtfully.

“Oh, yeah,” Hunter said, “that’s not gonna be an issue.”

Hunter said it so confidently, Wrecker couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief. “Really? So I’m not getting…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, but all of them knew exactly what he meant.

“Nope, you’re not,” Hunter said. “I overheard Nala Se saying we’re ahead of the curve already, whatever that means, and that the Jedi will probably want to see our skills for themselves when they get here.”

Tech’s face perked up with interest. “Jedi?”

“Yeah. Some of the cadets were saying some Jedi will be coming to oversee training operations from now on. I guess it’s true.”

Tech now had his “explanation incoming” expression on. “That will be most interesting to experience. The Jedi are formidable warriors, and by all accounts their ways seem to be quite distinct from the Mandalorian and even Kaminoan styles of fighting and training. They have been…”

“Yeah, yeah, Tech, we didn’t ask,” Crosshair cut him off with a playful shoulder bump to offset the harshness of his voice.

Wrecker shifted himself slightly to a more comfortable position, noticing that the excruciating pain had become more bearable now that he wasn’t worried about his fate and the fate of his squad, now that he could look forward with new resolutions.

He wasn’t going to be decommissioned over this. He was going to become an explosives expert – no bomb would ever best him again, and he wouldn’t let any bomb pose a threat to any of his brothers. He was going to be one of the best soldiers out there, just like his brothers were going to be, even if he only had one working eye and ear. He was going to wear his battle scar with pride, because it showed that he might get knocked down, but he would never be beaten. And as long as he, Wrecker, wasn’t beaten, his brothers wouldn’t be, either.

He would make sure of it.

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“You must sever the connection hinge. Now!”

Pain. So much pain.

“There is no time, Wrecker. Plan 99.”

Blinding… burning… pain… ringing… agony… so dark…

“When have we ever followed orders?”

Stabbing… crushing… why wouldn’t the pain stop… just make it stop… JUST MAKE IT STOP…

“Wrecker?”

Echo’s voice drew Wrecker’s thoughts away from Tech’s final words ringing again in his ear, thought it wasn’t enough to draw his gaze away from Tech’s broken goggles.

He didn’t want to think of Tech as broken. He had tried so hard since Eriadu to focus on happy memories with Tech, their time together as cadets, as soldiers, as deserters, their lives together as brothers. But sometimes – most times – focusing on Tech’s life was impossible, when the brutal reality set in.

Tech was dead. Wrecker hadn’t been able to save him. Omega was gone. Wrecker hadn’t been able to save her – it had been days and they hadn’t even been able to find her. But there was hope Omega would be found and rescued. There was no hope for the same for Tech.

“Does it ever get better, Echo?”

For a brief moment, Wrecker wasn’t sure if Echo had heard the question – his voice had been so low and gruff he wasn’t sure if he had even heard himself – but then Echo sighed and leaned against the console, crossing his arms as he faced Wrecker.

“Yes,” Echo said slowly. “It does get better. But it never goes away completely. You’ll go for longer stretches of time – days, weeks even – feeling okay, the ache is so dim you almost don’t notice it. And then suddenly you’ll feel the pain all over again, like it never left in the first place. But that won’t last long, the pain will fade again, because you’ll have learned to live with it. Just like all the other injuries and losses you’ve learned to live with.”

Wrecker sat in silence, grappling with this explanation. He knew Echo had lost brothers before – lost his entire original squad, actually – and he figured Echo must know what he was talking about… but Wrecker didn’t understand it. At all. Losing a brother wasn’t like losing one’s sight or hearing, wasn’t the same as recovering from a blaster wound or a knife to the gut or burns from an explosion.

Especially since the brother that had been lost had been with Wrecker since the beginning, had helped him through every single injury, every single hurt, those that had healed without leaving a trace and those that had left scars – all of them, except this one.

Some battle scars couldn’t be seen. The losses that caused them ate away slowly on the inside without leaving any physical marks, just aching emptiness that somehow hurt even worse than every other injury Wrecker had ever experienced.

All of Wrecker’s physical injuries had healed over time. He didn’t think it was possible that time would somehow make this wound heal too.

As if he knew exactly what Wrecker was thinking, Echo now added, “It hurts a lot, at first; but remembering my brothers, what they meant to me, all I learned from them helped me keep moving forward. That’s how I learned to live with it. I live for them.”

“I… I keep trying to think of Tech, of how much he talked and studied and came up with some of the craziest plans,” Wrecker confessed. “I wanna talk out loud about it, but…”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. If he wanted to ramble on about Tech, Hunter would patiently listen to him – Wrecker knew this; but, much as his older brother tried to hide it, the look in Hunter’s eyes when Wrecker had first done this had been more than enough to convince Wrecker to stop. Hunter just wasn’t ready to talk or listen about Tech, and Wrecker had to respect that.

But thoughts and memories like these flowed easier for Wrecker when he was able to talk through them. Holding it all in was so hard.

Echo glanced back at Hunter, who was currently sleeping fitfully on his rack. The lengths to which Wrecker and Echo had had to go in order to convince Hunter to rest at all…

“You can talk to me, you know,” Echo offered. “There’s a lot about your time as cadets on Kamino that I don’t know about.”

Wrecker sat in silence for some time, staring again at Tech’s goggles. Tech had had such poor eyesight that couldn’t be corrected without lenses, no matter what Nala Se and the other medical personnel had tried, that of all the 99s in the squad, he had nearly always been at highest risk for decommissioning; and after Wrecker’s failed disarming test, it had been comforting to know that one brother really understood what it was like to have limited vision, even if Tech had pestered him for months with all the options he had researched of possible ways to restore Wrecker’s vision in his left eye, while Wrecker had responded by teasing Tech that at least spectacles were not one of the options.

The memory was enough to almost bring a smile to Wrecker’s face – almost – and he glanced up at Echo.

“Did I ever tell you what happened when I got my first big scar?”

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #summerofbadbatch2024 #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #clone cadets #kamino days #fic rec

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the-bi-space-ace · 9 months ago

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I've had a really miserable week. Cried a lot of tears. Lost a lot of sleep. Sickness is running through my home again. So, in light of that, have these little snippets from a sick fic I was working on as a gift. Featuring our favorite grumpy duo: Echo and Crosshair. Because they always make me feel better.

Sick of You

draft title bc it made me laugh

Echo pressed the back of his hand to Crosshair's forehead only for it to be slapped away with a grumble. He repressed a sigh at this ridiculous bundle of blankets on the bunk, instead sitting back in the chair to observe him.

Fever, congestion, body aches, stuffy nose. Average cold, nothing to worry about. However the rest of the batch had tasked him with watching over Crosshair while they went on the supply run. That might be the scariest mission Echo has ever taken on.

Amidst the mountain of blankets was Crosshair, bundled up and curled underneath at least four of them. Technically he should rearrange him, make him drink some water, get some hot food in his stomach, but it had been bad enough just getting him off to bed in the first place.

There was a ridiculous little pout to Crosshair's face that reminded Echo of a cadet. Grumpy from not feeling well coupled with being stuck in a confined space. Crosshair didn't do sick well, Echo realized. It was the first time he'd seen any of the batch sick and boy oh boy was it quite the introduction.

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“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Echo asked with a grin. If looks could kill. Crosshair huffed irritably, folding his blankets tighter around himself and deliberately turning away from Echo. With a shake of his head Echo took pity, finally standing from his seat and giving a gentle pat to the grumpy bundle before making his way towards the cockpit. “Yell if you're dying." He was nearly all the way there before a muffled voice called out.

"You don't have to sit in the cockpit, ya know." It came out scratchy, stuffy, and Echo couldn't help but turn around to consider the man that had done everything but bite him in thanks for all the doting. Regardless, he easily took his seat at the bedside again, grabbing his datapad and leaning back.

“I'll be right here if you need me.” Echo assured. There were a few reports he could knock out while he kept watch. Truthfully he preferred to be in the same room as someone else but was simply surprised that Crosshair didn't want to hide for the duration of an illness. Maybe the silence would allow his prickly patient a nap. Echo would be able to go fix them something hot to drink and maybe coax Cross out of bed. There was this really simple soup recipe Fives used to love. The batch might be able to find some ingredients in town.

Crosshair let out a sneeze, face pinching as if he had a personal vendetta against it. If Crosshair could physically fight the common cold he might. He'd lose but he'd throw a few punches for sure. Echo let the datapad lay on his lap, still reading over the words in front of him, then absentmindedly smoothed his hand over the blankets.

“Shut up.” Crosshair muttered. How disgruntled could one man truly be over a cold? Over someone trying to care for him during that cold? He didn't remove his hand, just found Crosshair's shoulder to give it a good squeeze before continuing slow strokes over his arm.

"Didn't say anything." Echo continued to smile at his datapad, having to bite back a laugh at the glare being aimed at him.

"You're thinking it. I can hear you from here." Crosshair complained.

#tbb echo #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #have this it made me smile they are so cute #Crosshair would be a grumpy bastard over illness I just know it #Echo is too but he is soaking up all the 'caring for someone else when they're sick' that he can

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miss-musings · 4 months ago

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Fic Rec: Crosshair Gets His Sharpshooting Groove Back in the Latest Chapter of "Crosshair Accepts a (Helping) Hand"

RATING: T (Teen and Up Audiences) | Graphic Depictions of Violence

SUMMARY: Set about seven months after "The Bad Batch" series finale, Crosshair and Echo journey to Alderaan to get the sharpshooter fitted with a top-of-the-line robotic hand.

Along the way, they have to navigate a capital city filled with stormtroopers, self-doubt, introspection, awkward conversations, PTSD flashbacks, and an assortment of new and familiar faces.

How will Crosshair adjust to a new hand after everything he's been through? Will he and Echo be able to make it back to Pabu safely? It's time to find out in this new adventure...

Crosshair closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Tantiss is over, he reminded himself. It’s long over. Omega is safe. She, Hunter and Wrecker are all safe, happy and waiting on Pabu. This isn’t life or death, he told himself. This is just for fun. To see if this new hand works as well as advertised. He breathed again, and his hand stopped twitching. Crosshair opened his eyes again. This time, he saw the training room on Kamino, when he and his brothers were still cadets. He saw all the endless days in target practice. Yes, he told himself, it’s just another target. He pulled the trigger. Bullseye. Crosshair smiled and quietly said a phrase he recognized but couldn’t quite place: “Oh, I’ve missed this.”

This latest chapter is ~10 min read:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61267762/chapters/161535676

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softer-sunny · 3 months ago

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Parade Rest

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 3,753

Summary: The rules are simple: don't move. Echo might argue that simple isn't what he'd call it.

Ao3 Link: Parade Rest

This is a tickle fic

“The rules are simple. Get your teammate to break parade rest.” Hunter said as he stood in front of his squad, all dressed down to their body gloves for comfort. They stood in a loose line in front of him, waiting. They’d gotten restless on the ship and all it took was one snap from Crosshair - in Wrecker’s direction - to clue him in on finding them an outlet. Something to pass the hours in hyperspace. His best idea was a game they played often, something to keep them occupied and bring out that competitiveness in them. “As you are aware you can do anything to get them to move except for physically moving them yourself. This is meant to test your endurance and discipline not your strength. Annoy each other, pick on their weaknesses, but you can’t do it through force. Looking at you, Wrecker.”

“It was one time.” Wrecker grumbled.

Hunter ignored him but his mouth twitched into a smile regardless. “No pain, don’t go crossing any physical boundaries, and no fires, please. We don’t want a repeat of that one time Tech refused to move after Crosshair set fire to a blanket.”

“In my defense what I had wanted was a small distraction, not a fire. The fire was not purposeful.” Crosshair tsked, arms folded over his chest like a disgruntled cadet.

“That’s maybe worse.” Hunter ran a hand down his face, heaving a sigh. They weren’t always well behaved, but they were his so he was willing to put up with their shenanigans. “Who’s going first?”

“I’ll go.” Echo offered, scomp raised. No hesitation, not even a second to think. He was met with a raised eyebrow from Hunter.

“First time doing this exercise with us. Should make it challenging I hope.” Hunter commented as the rest of his charges got themselves ready. They were well versed in this training exercise - game - but a new opponent would keep them interested.

“I intend to be challenging.” Echo smirked in the midst of all of their oooohs.

“He talks big.” Wrecker seemed particularly pleased as he chuckled.

“Anything you want off limits before we start? We know each other’s lines, I’d like to know yours.” Hunter folded his arms over his chest and waited. He didn’t know Echo quite well enough yet to know what was out of the question. If you touched Tech’s goggles there would be problems, mainly a shove hard enough to topple you before he swiped them back. Wrecker did not like it when they threatened Lula. He sulked for an hour after Crosshair nearly tore the stitching on her ear. To Crosshair’s credit he offered to reinforce her stitching. Speaking of, their sniper refused to allow them to touch the firepuncher. It was a weapon not a toy, as he always put it. Meanwhile, Hunter just never wanted them to screw with his senses. It wasn’t ‘fair’ but it also gave him migraines. The point was not to hurt, in any way, your teammate.

“I have never been quiet in my discomfort. If you do something I object to, I have no problem telling you.” Echo shrugged. In the face of Echo’s confidence was the dissatisfied raised eyebrow that Hunter was so good at delivering. Everyone had lines you didn’t cross. Echo would be briefed on theirs so they needed to know his. The last thing they needed was Echo to swear he was ‘up for anything’ only to take the scomp to the face when they did the wrong thing. Their little standoff didn’t last too long, Echo shuffling uncomfortably under the scrutiny before giving in. “Don’t fuck with my ports. I will swing at you.” The polite smile was about as dangerous as a threat as far as Hunter was concerned.

“Noted.” Tech piped up as he adjusted his goggles, ready to take this challenge by the horns. And a challenge Hunter was sure he would be.

Echo survived the unimaginable. He survived more than anyone else they’d met, their little attempts at disarming him should be a walk through Coruscant.

Hunter walked around Echo, prompting him with a gentle tap on the wrist to move into a parade rest, his scomp held in his hand behind his back, head high. “You are allowed to react, just not move out of position. That means your feet, your arms, and your stance, must remain intact. Talking, complaining, gloating, as annoying as Crosshair can get with it, is all fair game. Understood?” Echo nodded, already holding steady while instructed. This one was bound to be fun even if they couldn’t get him quite as soon as he’d like. Hunter rounded him until he faced Echo, stepping back to allow the other three a chance at him first. They surrounded him like a pack of hungry Nexu but Echo paid them no mind. He wouldn’t be able to ignore them for long. “Alright, boys. Let’s take him down.”

Trying to get under Echo’s skin was a challenge. He had the strength of an ARC trooper, the will of a man who could withstand anything, and stubbornness that could rival their own. Their typical attempts at irritation weren’t working. No threats of messing with his stuff or even actually doing it got him to crack the tough exterior he put on. Tech tried bribing him with extra rations which definitely would’ve worked on Wrecker. Even threatening to place the gross, sticky, goop that was growing underneath the control panel on his head did nothing but get an unimpressed raised eyebrow. Even Crosshair was growing impatient, unsure what to do to make this man move an inch.

Hunter had expected this to be difficult, had even pondered how far they’d have to push before he moved, but he was holding out a lot longer than even he could’ve anticipated. Touching his stuff wasn’t working, nothing seemed to draw his attention, not even the irritating puff of air Wrecker kept blowing on his neck seemed to draw even an ounce of irritation. Echo stood strong in the face of their annoyances, like the ARC trooper he was.

That is until Tech ran his fingers over the side of Echo’s neck. The jolt was as contained as it could be, more of a twitch than anything else, but Echo’s eyes widened at the realization that for the first time since beginning one of them had made him move.

Hunter hummed as his grin widened, already amused by the spooked tooka look on Echo’s face. Drawing attention to what worked was possibly the only way to thwart him. “Problem, corporal?” It took a moment after asking for Echo to compose himself, swallowing in more of a gulp.

“No, sir, no problem at all.” Echo’s voice sounded squeezed with effort but the way he pressed his lips together was enough to prove his nervousness.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Do that again, Tech.”

Echo barely had time to brace himself before Tech did it again, brushing his fingers delicately over the area. Air puffed roughly out of his nose, his eyes studying the ceiling to avoid looking at them.

“A little sensitive there, huh?” Crosshair was already prowling closer, amused but devilishly unfair as he stood on Echo’s right to test the patch of skin on the other side.

“No.” Liar. Hunter watched as Echo all but vibrated standing still. Was this a little unfair? Definitely. But it was entertaining to watch so Hunter let it slide.

“This isn’t fair.” Echo grumbled through gritted teeth. Fair wasn’t what they were going for. The only thing refused to them was touching his ports - reasonable - he said nothing about no tickling.

And tickle they did.

“We aren’t physically moving you, you’re allowed to react verbally. As long as we aren’t harming you there is no rule being broken.” Hunter stood back and allowed the action to continue, amused.

“Bullshit.” Echo shook his head to try to rid himself of those mischievously prodding fingers. To his credit, Echo did hold out as firmly as he could. There was a lot of huffing, plenty of twitching as their fingers fluttered over sensitive skin, but he held his stance. He didn’t shuffle his feet, didn’t even try to bend out of the way. He had to give him some kind of credit.

Crosshair was exploring how light he could go before Echo stopped really feeling it while Tech just drew consistent patterns to make the nerves dance as much as possible. There was a tremble in his arm, wanting so badly to slap away at the itchiness that was now tracing against his jawline. Alright, Hunter supposed he deserved a break. He waved his hands to get them to move away as he stepped into Echo’s space.

Already pink in the face and breathing heavy, Hunter didn’t see him lasting much longer. Echo wobbled onto his heels a little when Hunter got close, eyes tracking his hands as long as he could while still standing up straight.

“Do you want to win?” Hunter asked, simple, mean. Echo looked like he wanted to grumble, argue about fairness, but to his credit he deflated instead, nodding. There was something endearingly childish about the way Echo was holding himself. Annoyed at them but playing along, holding it together just long enough to win some points in the game but already plotting his own revenge. It reminded Hunter of when they were cadets and got into play fights. Turns out, Hunter hadn’t outgrown this anymore than the rest of them had, smiling in the face of a very apprehensive ARC trooper. He leaned forward, tapping his fingers against his own thighs just to watch the way Echo’s body jumped in anticipation. “Then stay still, Echo. Although, that’ll be a lot harder when I do this.”

Mercy wasn’t what he was going for as he gently traced what was exposed of Echo’s underarm. There was a little ‘oof’ at the sensation but beyond that all he did was clamp his mouth closed and try to breathe.

“The unprofessionalism-” Echo’s sentence cut off in another huff as fingers wiggled into that soft spot. Hunter could imagine how maddening it was, to be stuck not moving unless you wanted to lose, and have everyone use this weakness against you. Truthfully, Hunter wasn’t sure why he hadn’t laughed yet. Clearly it tickled, every coiled muscle in his body pointed to that, but he hadn’t made any noise other than complaining at them. Hell, he was even fighting a smile, desperate to keep it under wraps. To try and pull the sound out of him Hunter dropped his hands down to Echo’s ribcage and traced, watching his eyes widen.

A whine pulled itself from the back of his throat, choked off, stolen from their ears. It dawned on Hunter that perhaps Echo was holding it on for some perceived rule, maybe even certain laughing would have him lose. That couldn’t continue.

“You’re allowed to laugh, ya know. It won’t disqualify you.” Hunter provided the permission, digging his fingers in a little harder to drive his point home. Echo twitched under the touch, face splitting into a wide grin. Hunter nearly lost his own composure when Echo’s ragged breath turned into an improperly suppressed giggle. Damn, that sound was going to make him start grinning. “See, there ya go. It feels so much better to just let it out, doesn’t it?” Hunter teased. He chased that sound with another gentle wiggle, pinpointing the spots on his ribs that got his breath to hitch with his laugh to keep pulling that sound out of him until his eyes were squeezed closed from just how big he was smiling.

Hunter cocked his head so Crosshair and Tech would return, their antics just as irritating as the first time, but now they had the melody of laughter to play to, getting some lighter giggles when Tech traced his neck again. What nearly got him to bend was Crosshair’s curious pokes at his sides which turned into his fingers squeezing deliberately.

“Shit shitshitshihihihit!” Echo complained at the intrusion but, still, wouldn’t budge. Flushed and laughing himself mad, Echo refused to give. They may be overall gentle about it but this still would’ve make most of them break. Hunter had to hand it to him, he had a strong will. For a brief moment he considered the possibility that Echo would let himself be tickled to death before admitting defeat, and filed it away to put a stop to it before he started wheezing.

“He is a tough one to crack.” Tech commented, punctuated by squeezing his neck in a quick succession of three that made Echo yelp. “I would suggest your previous experience has left you more willing to endure the sensation but I’d need more information to prove that. Did this happen to you a lot before us?”

“What is this an interrogation?” Echo forced it out before dissolving into more tittering, getting worse when they alternated squeezing and tracing. They worked in tandem to keep him on his toes, his body desperately wanting to pull away but still frozen in place. His smile crinkled his eyes, got his cheeks to turn a rosy color. Fondness spread through Hunter’s chest watching it. The vibration of his laugh, deep in his chest until the giggling returned, high and pitchy, could be felt through his own fingertips. Said fingertips were now curiously exploring his lowest ribs, gently rubbing into the bones to make Echo’s laughter jump.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Wrecker chuckled. Curious, he was still standing back. This was the type of thing Wrecker would’ve jumped on ages ago. Hunter was still shocked he hadn’t already tried to drag Echo into a tickle fight prior to this.

“With a mouth like yours I’m not surprised.” Crosshair’s taunt made an indignant glare light up Echo’s features. What his hands were doing was more evil than his teasing. Mischievous fingers had moved to scribble against where his side met his back. Well, as much of it as Crosshair could touch with where Echo’s arms were being held.

“Whahaht does thahahat mean?” Echo tried to glare at Crosshair through his laughter but he was beaming too bright to look intimidating, something their sniper was clearly taking joy in.

“You have a smart mouth and sometimes that calls for playful punishments.” Hunter dove back at his underarms to try and shock him but all he got was a neck full of Echo’s forehead, one last desperate attempt at staying upright and keeping his hands in place. Now he could feel the force of Echo’s laugh against his neck, warm and happy. They’d have to try this when he could fight back. Hunter was starting to see a new tactic to getting Echo to take a break and rest. Pin him and not stop dancing fingers against his tickle spots until he gave in and took a damn nap.

“Come on, Echo, just break stance. This has to tickle too much to tolerate.” Crosshair resorted to scribbling up and down his sides but all it did was get Echo to tug his arms in tighter. Something had to get him to break his stance eventually.

“Here, I’ll get him to move.” Wrecker cracked his knuckles as he stepped closer and they vacated enough space to allow for whatever was coming. Nervousness settled on Echo’s face, smile wobbling in the face of Wrecker’s threat, but nothing could’ve compared him for what came next.

It was so quick Hunter almost missed it. One second Wrecker was slipping his fingers under the hem of Echo’s shirt, and the next he was already bending over.

“Fuu-UHUHUHUCK!” Echo exclaimed as he crumbled to the floor, Wrecker didn't let up and followed, hand still scribbling at his stomach.

“Good work, Wrecker.” Hunter grinned at the scene. Squirming with all his might Echo couldn’t shake Wrecker’s hold on his middle. If he’d known it was that easy he would’ve done that minutes ago. Whatever way Wrecker was moving his fingers had his laugh bouncing, bright and full, around the room. His cheeks were bound to get stuck like that with all the smiling. Echo’s hand gripped onto Wrecker’s wrist but he had no strength left to tug away the offending digits, just hold on for dear life and hope mercy would befall him soon enough.

Good luck expecting mercy from Wrecker.

Wrecker looked up at their questioning gazes, smile big and toothy. “Figured if it wasn’t ticklish enough through the body glove to get him to move maybe this would work better. Plus, none of you tried his stomach yet. You’re missing out, it’s a good spot.” To prove his point Wrecker used his other hand to draw little spirals on the bit of skin exposed, providing what must’ve felt like a little electric shock from the way Echo jolted. That yelp would echo around the ship for hours afterwards.

“Evil! Ehehevil!” Echo complained through tittering.

Tech hummed. “He lasted a lot longer than I anticipated. Eleven entire standard minutes in total. Six with the addition of irritating stimuli.” Oh, right, they were timing it.

“I should get extra points for every- gah!” Echo jolted to the side when Wrecker pushed his shirt up to expose more skin. There was a fight for the upper hand - one Echo was bound to lose - but it was too gentle to be serious. Echo gripped Wrecker’s wrist, blocking his stomach with his scomp, but Wrecker could easily thwart that attempt. The fact that he gave him a few minutes to breathe was honorable. “For every minute of tickling I endure!” Echo’s sentence cut off again when Wrecker got a hand latched onto his middle, fingers vibrating into the muscles. Echo’s body seemed to melt into the floor from that, hand still holding on but not tugging at all.

Wrecker chuckled. “I’ll make you a deal. You let me give you a raspberry and maybe we’ll let you count this in your time.” There was no way Echo’s face could’ve gotten any redder but somehow he managed it.

“B-but, that’s not- ahaha!” Echo stood no chance. None of them did against Wrecker. All ten fingers crawled around the exposed spot like a gentle bug all while Echo squirmed helplessly.

“I'll second that.” Crosshair knelt beside them if only to grip Echo’s hand to pull it away from its steel grip on Wrecker’s wrist. The tickling stopped, giving Echo a little breathing room. ”But you have to let him. No fighting it.”

Mean, just mean. Hunter stopped himself from interrupting. He almost put a stop to it. Too much ganging up on him and he wouldn’t let them do this again but Echo seemed fine and, truthfully, was being a good sport.

“This is ridiculous.” He grumbled but he didn’t move away. From the other side Tech started sneakily recording the scene. Holding onto those memories was Tech’s whole thing. They’d enjoy watching this back later, even if Tech hadn’t caught the whole thing which Hunter doubted.

Conceding, Echo let them manhandle him into a more reasonable position, flatter against the floor instead of curled up. His hand gripped Crosshair’s back tight while Wrecker played up getting prepared. He rubbed his hands together as if about to enjoy a nice meal, took a few big breaths to ‘test’ his lung capacity, then lowered himself to press his lips firmly against the expanse of Echo’s stomach.

The scream he let out made jittery tingles spread through Hunter’s gut. Muscle memory plaguing him as Wrecker blew a relatively tame raspberry against his skin. It was one of Wrecker’s favorite things to do to them but he usually wasn’t so reserved. Keeping it tame for their newbie’s sake.

“ThAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!” Echo nearly jumped out of his skin but did as he had promised. Staying put despite wanting to cover up.

“One would hope it does.” Tech commented with a wry grin. It wasn’t often he got to stand back and not be a victim of Wrecker’s antics but now that he had the chance he was enjoying every minute of it.

“I’ll allow the extra points this once. You may end up winning today.” Hunter conceded as they finished up their little tussle. He still couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. The pair was grinning so big it was impossible to look away. In the end Wrecker was merciful. Well, as merciful as he could’ve been. He pulled down Echo's shirt for him to cover up exposed spots then sat back on his heels.

Echo sucked in breath. “I better. You’re all cheaters.”

“I did not see any other way to get you to move.” Tech had finally put the recorder away, now looking like he was plotting everyone else’s demise as well. “Next time I will simply start with that tactic.”

Echo’s eyes went wide. “Oh, no you don’t. That’s gotta be against the rules.”

Hunter hummed. “It’s allowed.” He barked a laugh at the offended look thrown at him. “It’s not hurting you, and isn’t a way to physically move you using strength. It’s fair game.” Echo groaned, laying his head back on the floor, arm thrown over his eyes. That smile was still plastered on his face, no hiding that. They’d gotten him to laugh, that was a good enough reason to keep this little rule change.

“Try being less ticklish.” Crosshair teased, although he refrained from poking at Echo’s exposed side which was obviously what he wanted to do with the way his fingers twitched.

“Very helpful, Cross. Let’s see you try to withstand it for that long.” Echo grumbled, peeking out from under his arm.

“He would not last.” Tech replied, getting a glare from Crosshair who suddenly had to slap away a reach from the man they’d just nearly tickled to death.

“He’s too wiggly.” Wrecker grinned, watching Crosshair fall back onto his butt to fend off the threat of nimble fingers. Echo pushed himself up, leaning over to try and latch onto any spot that would get a reaction.

Hunter let them roughhouse, simply grinning when laughter tumbled out of them. From ticklishness or just from playing he couldn’t really discern but he lapped it up nonetheless. It wasn’t often their ship sounded so light, so cheerful, but he had a feeling the next few days would be peppered with cheerful laughter from all of them one way or another.

He couldn't complain about that.

#bad batch tickle #star wars tickle #the b//d b//tch #star wars tickles #the bad batch #I do think they are the cutest in the entire world

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fanfoolishness · 10 months ago

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Masterpost

With SoBB wrapping up soon (noooo! it's been so much fun!) I realized I should probably make a masterpost specific to it. I may not make the overachiever status, as there's some prompts that didn't really speak to me, but I did some prompts multiple times, ficced and drawn several ways! @summer-of-bad-batch has been so much fun!

OVERACHIEVER COMPLETE! (I think? I hope?)

Here's what I've done so far as of 8/27/24:

Week 1

Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight

The cadet Batch have a water gun fight, fic.

Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.”

Crosshair and Wrecker visit the Armory in 1x01. Fic.

Week 2

Main Prompt: Injured

Crosshair on heavy pain medication after losing his hand, angsty family feels fic.

Wrecker comforts Crosshair, art for the above fic.

Crosshair reassures Omega after his injury, art for the above fic.

Cadet Crosshair is injured, but Wrecker's there for him. Art + drabble.

Alt. Prompt: Comfort Zone

Crosshair and Tech hanging out, art

Week 3

Main Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Wrecker struggles on the approach to Tantiss - no he doesn't.

Alt. Prompt: “Forget I asked.”

Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their chips. Fic.

Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

The Batch meet themselves as cadets, art

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Crosshair and the batch go stargazing. Art and fic.

Week 5

Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Hunter tries to conceal an injury, but gets found out. Fic.

Alt. Prompt: “Need a hand?”

Wrecker and Crosshair illustration for @just-here-with-my-thoughts's fic, Need a Hand?

Crosshair and Wrecker ficlet

Week 6

Main Prompt: Battle Scars

Crosshair's scars after Bracca, art

Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”

Crosshair and Omega both struggle with nightmares, fic.

Week 7

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Hunter wonders what to tell Omega after Tech calls Plan 99, fic.

Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut

Wrecker gives Crosshair a haircut, post S3. Art and drabble

Week 8

Main Prompt: Swimming Lessons

Wrecker and Crosshair learn to swim on Kamino. Doodle and drabble.

Alt. Prompt: Lula

Crosshair wakes up sick; Omega's there to help, fic.

Week 9

Main Prompt: “Hold still.”

Hunter wonders what to tell Omega after Tech calls Plan 99, fic.

Alt. Prompt: Stargazing

Crosshair and the batch go stargazing. Art and fic.

Week 10

Main prompt: Hugs

Hunter and Crosshair hug, art

Hunter and Crosshair hug, fic

Omega hugs the Batch, art

Alt prompt: “Just when were you planning on telling us that?”

The Batch grows older, fic. (Fills multiple prompts.)

Week 11

Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Hunter works on a new skill. Fic and doodle.

Alt. Prompt: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.”

The Batch grows older, fic. (Fills multiple prompts.)

Week 12

Main Prompt: Nightmares

Crosshair knows bad dreams, art.

Alt. Prompt: Radio Silence

Echo tries to send a message, fic.

Week 13

Main Prompt: "Stop touching me!" / "I'm not touching you!"

Hunter and Crosshair get into it, doodle.

Alt. Prompt: Crashing Hard

Crosshair and Mayday struggle through the frozen night, fic.

Bonus... I apparently invented a prompt? I think I hallucinated there being a Pabu prompt and drew this for it. What the hell self. XD

Real bonus prompts:

"Can you braid my hair?"

Hunter works on a new skill. Fic and doodle.

A Light in the Darkness

Crosshair and Mayday struggle through the frozen night, fic.

#summer of bad batch #summerofbadbatch2024 #my batcher fic #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch fanart

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rendomski · 5 months ago

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Clone bang 2024

Hoped that winter holidays would be a perfect time to read and comment on the wealth of great long texts in the Clone Bang 2024 collection (check them out yourselves!). Well, that is how holiday plans turn into New Year resolutions 😆.

Currently read:

What We Did on Felucia by Wolveria (@wolveria)

A Sunny Day on Kamino by Nightfall_1409 (Team 16) (@nightfall-1409)

Here, Kitty by HuntressDarkness (@huntressdarkness)

Between two oceans by meshurkaan (@theproblemwithstardust)

Until Replacements Come by Tragedy_for_sale (@tragedy-for-sale)

Eyes on the horizon by Hasta_la_vista_byebye

Morbidity & Mortality by I_Eat_Universes (@clonecyartomad) - UPD!

The Farmhouse by BilbosMom - UPD!

...to be continued.

A universal piece of advice: don't be afraid to try out something new, something you've never read before! 💫

Fic recommendations and links are under cut, let's go!

What We Did on Felucia by Wolveria

TW: Bad Batch x Reader

This fic includes so many features I tend to avoid 😆! I'm not a huge fan of OC or Reader fics, and second-person narration I usually find irritating even in the “proper” literature (WTF, why should someone tell me how I feel and think when I absolutely don't?). On the other hand, I know and trust the author, so I gave the story a chance and don't regret it.

If you want just smut, it starts with vigorous sex pollen-like smut. But I enjoy the subsequent psychological development, the conflict between what the Reader perceives as right and the realities in which clones have to survive, misunderstandings, and some intriguing background of the Reader.

As far as I can judge, it is not the exemplary “reader” fic, the Reader being rather a well-developed OC. Still, I recommend it to anyone who likes such fics and even more to those who, like me, usually don't but are willing to give it a try.

And the fic title brings me joy, I love when people play with the quotes from the canon. “What we did on Felucia—not that time, Wrecker!”

A Sunny Day on Kamino by Nightfall_1409 (Team 16)

TW: clone shipping

After his epic fall, Tech finds himself in his cadet body, sent back in time. Yes, yet another time-travel fic… except not quite the usual time-travel fix-it story.

The plot takes a rather unexpected turn, for me at least. It's a very introspective, emotional story. Tech is in the centre of events, for sure, but Emerie! I heartily recommend this fic to those interested in Emerie’s character development. She is definitely the protagonist number two in this story (I won’t call her appearance a spoiler, for she shows up in the early chapters). And despite the trigger warning, it is the story I would dare to recommend to a non-shipper. Past relationships and feelings play a very important role here, true. But if Tech was missing just a very close friend, the amount of longing would not be lesser, and the plot develops mainly around action, trauma processing, and complicated sibling problems.

Also, the art pieces accompanying this fic are great, check them out, too!

Between two oceans by meshurkaan

TW: clone shipping

AU where Mayday survives, and they both, with Crosshair, defect from the Empire. Slow, rich in detail text about the recovery and getting to know each other. A slow burn for slow reading and enjoying ❤️.

And the accompanying art by @omaano is very colourful and exquisite! 😍

Here, Kitty by HuntressDarkness

TW: clone shipping. Very clone shipping.

The Bad Batch (except Echo) are turned into catboys and having the time of their lifetime 😹! Echo absolutely doesn't deserves this on top of everything that happened to him 😾, and the 501st in the background is enjoying the free show 😺.

It goes from horror to frisky to explicit—much as can be expected from the uninhibited Bad Batch.

Just relax and have fun 😻.

Admittedly, some unconventional uses of the tail were too much even for me. 🙀

#clone bang 2024 #tbb wrecker #the clone wars #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #crosshunt #tbb fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #crosshair/hunter #cunter #crosshair/mayday #maycross #cb2024

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archivewriter1ont · 3 months ago

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Imagine how much more chaotic things would be if the batch swapped places with not their cadet selves but their tubie selves. Crosshair would be the most fussy and cling to Echo all the time. Tech would be an iPad baby. Wrecker would be the most adorable little bundle of joy and poor Hunter would be so overwhelmed especially with his enhanced senses.

🤣🤣 Spot on!

I think poor Hunt'ika likely cried for the first months of life, due to those ridiculously high tuned senses. That's another reason I cannot mentally (or emotionally 😭) accept a world in which 99 is not their ori'vod, because I can't spiritually handle a universe in which precious baby Hunter doesn't have someone to rock and hold him during that scary time of growing up.

Wrecker would totally be the cute and cuddly one (the kind of baby that my friend has...happy and squealy and just a joyful little guy in general). Tech’s cute until he gets mad because he can't articulate what he wants to say, and Crosshair is definitely the Velcro baby! 😍😍

#answered #bad batch #echo and the cadet batch #echo and the cadet batch fic

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wizardofrozz · 1 year ago

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Ghosts of Kamino

CT-2697 "Sawbones", Alpha-23 "Fang", mention of CT-9181 "Aiden", CT-6116 "Kix", CT-7007 "Jax", and CT-2525 "Quarter"

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: past violence, past medical procedures, angst, mention of war

A/N: I've been taken over by OC brainrot and needed to get this angst about Sawbones out of my system. There isn't any in depth detail about what happened to Saw on Kamino (that can be found here xx if you're interested) but this fic is a little on the heavy side.

Fang and Aiden are also two of my clone OCs while Jax and Quarter belong to @hetalianskywalker ❤️

Dividers were made by me 🖤

White. It's all there is to see in every direction for miles. Sawbones spent so many years walking these halls, feeling so small in comparison. Little '97 following in formation with his brothers as they went about their day-to-day. Now, Sawbones walks through the halls of Kamino: empty, pristine, cold. If only that was how he felt inside but the long-necks made sure that wouldn't be the case.

Saw is scheduled for a training class to update his medical license but he has a few hours to kill; the last thing he wants to do on Kamino. Moving on autopilot, he doesn't even realize where he's going until he stops in front of a familiar door. The only reason he recognizes it is because of the deep gash in the door frame. Saw smiles to himself, remembering when one of the other batches that shared a space with them first got to practice with long weapons. The memory turns sour just as quickly when he remembers what followed.

Saw lets the door slide open, pointedly not looking at the door frame as he steps inside. Most of the cadet classes are still in session, meaning the pods stretching toward the ceiling should be empty. He still remembers where their five pods are and comes to a stop in front of the tower they called home for so long. Tilting his head back he recites their numbers as his eyes follow the pods from floor to ceiling.

7007

2525

6116

2697

9181

The echo of soft, uncontrollable laughter fills his mind and Saw closes his eyes. Aiden's laugh used to drive the other cadets nuts but what he wouldn't give to hear his little brother laugh like that again. Or to hear Kix and Jax plotting to get into trouble. Quarter's unimpressed look when they did get in trouble. Maker, he misses his brothers.

Letting his eyes drift open, Saw repositions his helmet on his hip and tries to fight off the inevitable. While this room holds good memories, bad memories aren't far behind. It's the paradox that is Sawbones.

Aiden's laughter lingers here just like Saw's agonizing screams. His batch aren't the only ones scarred by his pain and a part of him is glad he hasn't come across the other batches they shared this space with. The other cadets who woke up to his hoarse sobs and his brothers' desperate attempts at soothing him. Saw didn't know what it was like when he was stuck in the medbay for days on end but he can imagine the rest of his batch weren't the most pleasant to be around.

His throat feels tight, ash sitting on his tongue as his thoughts drift to the medical suite nearby. The room he spent long days and even longer nights wasting away in. So much of it is muddled in his head; oxygen masks, sickly gray skin covering long, cold fingers. And pain. Don't forget the pain.

The back of Saw's neck stings and he quickly covers it, trying to rub away the feeling. It doesn't work, not really, and he almost expects to turn around to find a long-neck standing over him, empty syringe in their hand.

There's no one there. Just the ghosts that haunt him even when he's lightyears away. They just seem more corporeal on Kamino, the home of Saw's worst nightmares.

The air feels too still without young voices echoing through the room and it starts to feel suffocating. The ringing in his ears sends a chill down his spine and he quickly turns to leave just as the door shoots open.

Saw stumbles back a step. Relief floods his system seconds later when a familiar set of armor stands in the doorway, blue paint less pristine than the last time he saw it. The Alpha lifts his helmet off, shaking a few stray curls out of his face, and even years later, Fang looks the same as when Saw was a kid.

There are a few more wrinkles around his eyes but at the end of the day, this is still his big brother. He's nearly as tall as Fang now but he still feels small even if he doesn't have to look up anymore. But there's the ghost of a smile on the Alpha's face, chasing some of the storm clouds away from Saw's mind. The same way Fang's presence did for so many years.

"Thought I'd find ya here," Fang says, although he doesn't step into the room. His eyes drift around the space, looking up toward the ceiling before eventually lingering on Saw's face, and Fang's smile grows the slightest bit.

"Been a long time since I've been in here," Saw notes, looking over his shoulder toward the tower of bunks. Not long enough if he's honest.

"Surprised you wanted to see it again," Fang mumbles, crossing his arms, helmet dangling from one hand.

"I didn't," Saw whispers, staring up at his old bunk. "I never wanted to come back here. Even in a body bag."

"Why did you?"

That made Saw pause, twisting back around to look at his older brother, the man who kept him as safe as he could and raised him along with the rest of his batch to be the men they are today. Why did he come back here?

The memory of Aiden and Jax's uncontrollable laughter comes back to him and the corner of Saw's mouth twitches. The smile isn't happy per se, more...forlorn.

"Miss 'em. All of 'em. Can't even remember the last time I saw Kix without a blue hue." The words start spilling out and in the back of his mind, he curses Fang's uncanny ability to get him to spill his guts. "Guess I wanted to remember a time we were all together."

"I know," Fang says, his voice soft just like when Saw was a kid, scared out of his mind. It's a comfort he's missed too.

"Miss you too," Saw admits, dropping his eyes to the floor.

A hand gently grabs the left side of his breastplate and Saw doesn't fight it when he's pulled through the threshold.

The hallways are bright, too bright, compared to the barracks, and Saw automatically squints. Fang throws an arm around his shoulders, a harder maneuver than the last time Fang did it years ago, and it brings a smile to Saw's face.

"Come on, I know someone else who'd like to see your ugly ass."

The insult shocks a laugh out of Saw and without thinking, he wraps his arm around Fang's waist, letting the older clone drag him down the hall.

"You look just like me," Saw retorts, fighting off another laugh.

"My hair's better."

Saw laughs again, his body bowing forward slightly but he catches the grin in Fang's face.

The ghosts of his past still linger, waiting to drag Saw back to the brink of despair. That'll never change but that doesn't mean he's stranded alone. His brothers, younger and older, will always pull him back. They've done it his entire life and he knows they'll do it for the rest of their lives.

And Saw loves them all a little more every time.

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@trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator @hetalianskywalker @sev-on-kamino @dickarchivist

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#OC CT-2697 Sawbones #clone oc #clone trooper oc #OC Alpha-23 Fang #OC CT-7007 Jax #OC CT-2525 Quarter #clone medic kix #OC CT-9181 Aiden #star wars #the clone wars #kamino #star wars oc

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oceanofsoup · 1 year ago

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Figure I'd throw out my thoughts about the finale, right out the gate I fucking loved it and could not have asked for a better way to end their story. Tech not being cx 2 hurts, especially considering he's the only member of the batch that didn't get that happy ending, but something I have been seeing less of in media is actual sacrifices. It becomes much more meaningful to think back on that scene with the confirmation that he did indeed use his last moments ensuring that his family was able to get away, however I will be constantly making myself cry thinking about what could have been with him and phee.

The whole escape was amazing to watch, I particularly loved emerie and echo following the kids' path of destruction and just being like, ah yes classic omega. Everyone's roles were great conclusions to what we've been seeing the whole series, and one of the best character arcs in all of star wars with crosshair. The deaths of both rampart and hemlock were perfect, with rampart finding out the consequences of his actions and the boys getting revenge for all the pain that hemlock has caused. I also think is interesting that they didn't have omega try to do anything with the force, even connecting with the zillo beast (not in a negative way, i love moving on from needing a force user as a main character). For me it just confirms/backs up my own theory, it's not the she had a significant m-count, but because she's almost entirely unmodified she was able to keep whatever Jangos m-count was while the modifications on all other clones rendered m-count null or at least super low.

They more than deserved their life on Pabu, being able to live quietly and let omega grow up the way they never got to. And omega getting the chance to chose to get back into the fight, wanting to help people cause she knows all to well what the empire is capable of and what they'll do to get what they want. I wonder if those clone cadets joined the rebellion as well. Old man hunter is everything I could have ever hoped for, I was gonna point out hunters new bandanna to my dad but then I saw that omega had his old one and started crying a bit. Him calling omega their kid broke me and I don't think I'll be able to recover from this, he was able to fully embrace being a father and I couldn't be happier.

All in all this was so fucking good and I hope that zillo beast is having the time of his life on a planet all by himself and no one tries to hurt him again. Cannot wait to read the incoming horde of omega and hera reunion fics.

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb #tbb spoilers #for the next week or two i will in fact be crying at fics edits and my own thoughts

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stardusthuntress · 11 months ago

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Five for Fives

FivesLivesAU!

Fives x female!reader (pronouns only)

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary and A/N: Read a fic the other day, and I wanted to read more similar stories, but there weren’t really any more like it… so I wrote my own! Inspired by this fic by @deewithani who kindly was totally fine with letting me add the inspo link here! I felt like we all needed something happy to read and Fives has been on my mind lately… so hope at least one person enjoys this too! Just sorta cranked it out because I was inspired and wanted to see Fives get a chance to have a life after war filled with love, with Echo, and with Rex, and I wanted a future for the little clones we know exist but who never fought in war because they hadn’t been out of their grown tubes very long… so have some cuteness and cuddles!

PS this is a different Fives Lives AU than my other fic from a few weeks ago

TW: not much? Uh, Fives lives, has a long-term partner, and this is set as though he and Rex and Echo are leading the clone resistance we see beginning in the Bad Batch. Added in a few references to characters I couldn’t fit in the fic too! Could be read as though it’s just Fives and the Reader and Rex and Echo are the best friends of the family, or it could be read as though it’s poly, totally up to you as the reader to interpret it however feels right to you! I just wanted to make sure the 501st trio wasn’t cruelly separated anymore, so have a cute little family fic! Just cuddles and cuteness and fluff! Though it is still a bit suggestive (it's Fives, that's totally unavoidable), so still NSFW, tho I surprised myself by actually avoiding writing smut in a Fives fic... but still enjoy the snuggles and cuteness and suggestive fluff!!!

blue dividers by @/djarrex! banners are my own!

“How are we gonna tell Echo?” Fives asked, gazing happily at the 5 small, peacefully sleeping faces scattered across the room like spilled tookas.

You, the woman in his arms grinned, “Leave that to me!” You kissed his cheek with a grin.

Fives nuzzled into your shoulder. He loved the way you balanced him out and always remembered to consider Echo in your plans as well, especially now that the war was over and the operation to rescue all their brothers was underway.

“He’s gonna tell us 2 is more than we can reasonably handle.” Fives comments.

“He was also a cadet with a squad of 5 once, remember? He knows the bond you boys have. He might protest, but we will make him understand. Besides, they’re too little to separate them, that would have only traumatized them for life, and I couldn’t do that. You saw their eyes when they looked up at us and asked if they could stay together. You couldn’t say no either,” you poked him comedically.

Fives chuckled, and hugged you tighter to his chest. “Yeah, and I wouldn’t change it for the whole galaxy!”

They stand there, just watching the small sleepers for a few minutes.

“How old do you think they are?” Fives asked, excitedly.

“They can’t be much older than 4, in normal years. They have well developed language skills, but they’re still working on hand-eye coordination. So… probably about 2? Likely decanted not long after the war started… maybe around the time you and Echo shipped out for the first time?” You reasoned.

“Not long before we met you,” Fives kissed your cheek playfully and you giggled quietly, squeezing the strong hands wrapped around your middle.

“We’re gonna have to get beds for them tomorrow,” you whispered, eyes glazed over as you worked through the logistics of having 5 new additions to the family.

“Mmmmm, sounds like a tomorrow problem then,” Fives whispered, whisking you off your feet, “They look comfortable where they are, they’ll be fine for tonight.”

“They’re on the floor, Fives,” you chuckled lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“They’re used to it, we all slept anywhere anytime. At least they’re all sleeping at the same time.” He told you, closing the door to your bedroom behind him as he carried you to the bed. “And you were so good with them, Cyar’ika. I could barely resist you all day.” He breathed into your chest as his lips trailed across your skin, sighing hungrily. “My turn!”

As Echo strolled across the base on this beautiful evening, a noise in the hanger bay caught his attention. Odd, no one should be in the hangar bay at this hour. There were no surprise missions that he was aware of, though they had just rescued a large quantity of clone cadets from an Imperial facility the day before. The little ones were supposed to have all been shipped off to Alderaan and Pandora, but perhaps they miscounted? He’d have to comm Fives and let him know if he found one still here. Fives and his girlfriend had been so excited to get to rescue young clones.

He followed the continuation of the noise, and discovered it changed from the drumming of what was presumably small running feet, into the sound of larger stomping strides accompanied by a lot of giggling.

The noise led him to the ship Fives and his partner had claimed as their own.

Echo called to them from the open ramp, “Everything alright in there?”

“Oh, Echo! Is that you?” A woman’s voice answered him over the laughter, “Come in! We could use a hand right now, actually,” she giggled.

Echo hurried into the ship, worried. You never asked for help, but then again it sounded like you had been laughing at the time? He rounded the corner and froze.

Well, that was the last thing he’d been expecting to see, but in hindsight he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been expecting it. Fives always had been good with kids, and so were you.

The room was filled with commotion, mostly in the form of Fives, in full gear, stomping around and growling like he was pretending to be a big, scary monster, while trying his hardest not to burst into laughter. He was happier than Echo had ever seen him.

Fives had 3 small cadets clambering on him. One on his back, giggling wildly, and one wrapped tight around each of Fives’ legs, both squealing with joy.

Fives was laughing hard, especially as he made eye contact with Echo across the room, but it only lasted for a moment as one of the cadets lost their grip on his knee and tumbled to the floor, still giggling.

“Oops!” Fives chuckled, swooping the small puddle of giggling child off the floor and up into the air. “Aaaaaand UP we go!”

Echo could barely process what was going on, as you turned to him from the table behind where Fives and the 3 little ones now played.

There was another one in your arms, Echo noticed.

You beckoned Echo to you, and he obediently trotted over, though he was vaguely aware that it was an autopilot response from working so closely with you for so long.

The delightedly confused look on Echo’s face as he approached made you laugh too.

“Here, hold this one for me,” you instructed, depositing the one that had been on your hip into Echo’s arms.

Echo took the proffered child. It stared up at him with wide, familiar eyes. This was definitely one of the clone children you had all rescued in the days prior. The child nibbled on a large cookie as it stared calmly up at him. Echo blinked at it for a moment, content to just watch the child, unsure what it would do, knowing it could see that he was so different.

He and Fives had been this small once. He didn’t remember it, but knew it was deep in his past somewhere. He felt like he could see his own memories reflected in the wide, curious eyes of the child he held. But he wondered how he looked to a kid now, so many metal parts adorning his body, but without those parts, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to rescue and now hold this child today. Echo could feel the conflict within him flickering in his eyes as he watched the smol bundle in his arms.

After a moment, the child seemed to decide he was an acceptable pillow too, and it nestled into his shoulder and went back to watching their brothers goof around the room.

Echo looked up, for you, vaguely aware that if you needed him to hold this one that meant there was something else you were up to.

He spotted you standing on the counter, fetching yet another child from atop the conservator, where it seemed, it had been breaking into a box of cookies.

“Hey Echo, Fives, I need you to—“ Rex rounded the corner, and reacted much the same as Echo. He froze, eyebrows raised, as he watched Fives tumble into a big cushy chair in the corner while being careful not to smoosh any of the kiddos clinging to him as they all laughed joyously.

Rex’s gaze continued around the room to Echo, standing behind Fives with a child in his arms, scomp securely tucked under its small bottom, hand rubbing up and down the kids back as it drifted to sleep on his shoulder, half-eaten cookie dropping from its hand onto the table Echo had strategically positioned himself next to. And then Rex spotted you, in the galley of the ship, another child draped over your arm in a dramatic pout, its conquest - a box of cookies - clutched tightly in its little hands as you clambered off the counter.

Rex shook himself to his senses and scrambled to protect you and the kid on your way down.

“Thanks, Rex,” you smiled up at him, patting his cheek, a happy grin like he’d never seen before on your face.

Your attention quickly turned to the child in your arms, as you put your other hand on your hip and gave it a playfully, scornful look. “You gonna eat the whole box yourself, little one?”

It paused for a moment, seemingly thinking through the situation for the first time.

Rex laughed, he remembered a similar lesson in his past. He knelt down to look at the kid when he spoke, “Always make sure you think things through before just running with it, kid. That way you know exactly what you want before you get there.” He chuckled.

You, Fives, and Echo all laughed hard at that.

“Oh, look who the mischievous uncle turned out to be!” You chided, laughter still ringing from your lips as you shifted the kid in your arms into a more comfortable position on your hip, facing outwards, but gripped in both arms.

The kid’s eyes lit up and he shoved a hand back into the cookie box and produced yet another cookie, but this time he held it out to Rex.

“Awwwww! That was very sweet of you, Moxy! There ya go, pay off Uncle Rex for his mischievous advice! Already learning how bribes work! You’re definitely related to Fives, that’s for sure!” You laughed.

Rex laughed too, taking the cookie with a small thanks as heat rushed to his face. He hadn’t meant to be that Uncle, but then again, after working with Skywalker, Kenobi, and Tano, and the entirety of the 501st for so many years, maybe their bad habits had worn off on him a bit.

Fives appeared at your elbow, one child under his arm, one still clinging to his leg, and one perched on his shoulders with its hands on his cheeks and hair, braced by his other hand at its back.

“See, they could totally pass for being our kids!” He grinned playfully, humming seductively as he pressed a long kiss to your cheek and then one to your neck.

“EWWWWW!” The kiddos chorused.

Echo and Rex laughed as you stole a kiss from Fives’ lips as he grinned, wildly.

“Well that’s good, because they are our kids, now!” You winked back at him.

“That’s my girl!” Fives cheered.

“How are you gonna care for…” Echo paused to doublecheck his headcount, “five cadets?”

“Children, Echo, they are not cadets anymore, they’re kids! And I’d say it’s a darn good thing we generally have at least 4 adults in here to handle it, don’t you think?” You returned, pointedly, but still smiling and laughing.

Echo just hugged the child in his arms tighter. Resting his cheek on its little head as he turned bashful. He knew Fives had chosen the right woman, she always remembered the things that were important to Fives, including Echo. And she wasn’t afraid to put her children in the arms of a man with 3 out of 4 metal limbs. Echo was grateful for her trust, for it made him trust himself more too.

The little one on Fives shoulder let out a big, long yawn, unaware that its hand had made its way to cover one of Fives’ eyes. But Fives had no intention of protesting, he was too delighted to find himself surrounded by kids of his own.

Rex chuckled, and reached up to lift the child off Fives’ shoulders.

As soon as it was in Rex’s arms, it immediately snuggled into his shoulder, trusting him instantly after seeing him interact with the other adults in the room so easily. Rex melted.

You and Fives exchanged a glance. Fives was glad he’d let you handle this part and that you’d let it just happen naturally. And you were right that the Fett line did seem to have a soft spot for children.

You and Fives exchanged a glance as he scooped up the child wrapped around his ankle, the two of you moved instinctively towards the comfy chair he’d dropped into with the kids earlier, collecting pillows and blankets from around the room on the way to it. Echo and Rex imitated you, recognizing the all too familiar nesting pile habits of their battalion.

Instinctively, all 3 men gathered to nestle around you, creating a circle for you and the little ones to snuggle into.

To your surprise, Fives found a way to nuzzle into your shoulder, despite the two small ones he had in his arms.

“They are darn cute, I’ll give ‘em that,” Echo muttered, watching the one that was still clinging to him.

“That’s Zed, we call him that because he’s always sleepy,” a tiny voice mumbled from Rex’s chest.

You all laughed again.

“And what’s your name, kid?” Rex asked, quietly.

But the only answer he received was a soft snore.

“Mmmm, now I’m hungry from all that playing around,” Fives lifted his head, and peered into the box Moxy was still clutching where he lay on your chest. “Anything left in there?”

You lifted your head to look in the box too, “Might actually be half a box still! I thought he’d eaten them all. Grab me one too, while you’re at it?”

Fives reached into the box and held up a cookie for you so you didn’t have to take your hands off the kids splayed on your chest and snuggled between you both.

You took a bite, and he shoved the rest of it into his own mouth.

“Thanks, Love.” You giggled and pecked his cheek, before returning your attention to Echo and Rex. “How are you gents doing? Content to snuggle there for a while? I’d rather not wake them if we don’t have to, or they’ll be running up the walls for another few hours just because they want to stay awake.”

Rex and Echo exchanged delighted glances and hummed their answers, nestling in for the night.

You turned back to Fives, “See? Easy!” You told him, kissing his forehead.

He laughed. “Which part? Telling Rex and Echo, or handling 5 kids?”

“Well, now that we have Rex and Echo here, both!” You told him, victoriously.

Fives stole another kiss from your lips.

A rustling noise and a shifting of the box in the small clone’s arms as Fives smiled against your lips told of his real plan: hiding a cookie theft with a kiss.

He broke away from your lips only to triumphantly stuff the entire cookie in his mouth.

You scoffed at him, playfully.

The box rustled again, and you raised a brow holding eyecontact with Fives.

He returned the look, puzzled, half a cookie still sticking out of his mouth as he tried desperately not to sprinkle cookie crumbs into the hair of the small brothers in his arms.

You both looked down to find Echo’s hand in the box.

He looked up at you sheepishly, eyes wide at getting caught, blinking owlishly at you. And then he broke into the same mischevious grin Fives had worn not five minutes before and retreated with a cookie of his own.

You were trying desperately not to laugh, else you’d jostle the numerous small heads and three adult ones currently leaning on or near you.

“Would you like a cookie too, Rex?” You offered, producing another one from the box.

“Well, I’m not gonna say no,” Rex teased.

“Good, as long as you boys all get the extra large quantities you need, we’ll be in good shape.” You giggled, handing over the tasty treat, and fetching another one for yourself too.

The three men exchanged sheepish looks.

“I know, you boys all eat more than the average person. And I’m glad of it. Food rarely goes bad around here. But we might need to find a steady supply of large quantities of food so we don’t have to go shopping every single day.” You could already imagine it, not only would you enjoy the view of each of the handsome men crouched in front of the conservator day in and day out just like you had since you joined them, but more than likely, they’d always share the space with a smaller version of themselves each time now too. The thought put a smile on your face as you stared deep into Fives’ eyes, more than happy with your joint, spur of the moment decision to keep a whole squad of cadets.

Echo hummed next to you, “I’ve got a few ideas already,” he yawned. “Never fear, Uncle Echo is here! Hmm, I like the sound of that. Uncle Echo. And Omega is gonna adore these little guys…” Echo leans over and kisses your cheek too.

Fives laughs at that.

“Hmm, then maybe I should try to be less mischievous, you lot already have that covered,” Rex also uses the opportunity to kiss your hand, and you bite your lip.

Fives steals another passionate kiss from you, grinning into it. “Maybe Omega can babysit when we need a night that’s just the two of us on occasion,” Fives nudges your cheek with his nose.

Echo laughs into your side. “I think Wrecker and Hunter would be delighted to help her wrangle the whole little squad. I’ll bring you to Pabu in the morning so they can meet them.”

“We haven’t even had the kids for 2 full days yet, Echo,” You chuckle.

“We have a big family, we can’t help it,” Fives answers. ”I want all the guys to meet them. We’ll do Pabu in the afternoon. Let them take around this base in the morning. It’ll be fun,” he mumbles, sleep starting to take hold of him too. ”Howzer promised to give me some tips he learned from the Twilek family he worked with for so long tomorrow. Pabu can be a dinner thing.”

“I’ll tell Hunter we’re bringing dinner tomorrow then,” Rex yawned.

Suddenly Echo held out a datapad, over the bundle of sleepy faces. “Smile you three, we need a holo of this.”

But you and Fives could only look at each other, with the biggest grins as you pressed your foreheads together in a keldable kiss, proud of your little family.

“Could you two get any cuter?” Echo nudged you playfully.

Zed, nestled between you and Echo, stirred in his sleep.

“Shhh, sleep time now, gents, we can finish planning in the morning,” you instructed, secretly admiring that you had just surrounded yourself with identical faces of men and boys you very much adored. You hummed contentedly.

“Just one more kiss,” Fives whispered mischievously, sneaking a peck at your lips before snuggling in for the night.

Omega gasped loudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet when she saw Echo, Rex, Fives, and Fives’ partner exiting the ship together, wrangling a whole miniature squad of their own at their knees and bundled in their arms, and boxes of what appeared to be take out in various bags and hands.

“Baby brothers!” Omega gushed, scooping up the nearest one.

Wrecker scooped her and the little one up into a big hug, and carried them over to the tree in the middle of the square, then picking up the small ones clinging to his belt to put them up on the grass beside her.

Echo decided to take a page from your book, and just straight up handed one of the kids to Hunter without saying anything.

Hunter took the kid and just watched it in awe for a moment.

“Are you a brother too?” The kid asked.

“Hmm?… yeah… yeah I am, kid,” Hunter beamed.

The kid smiled and tucked himself into Hunter’s chest.

Hunter visibly melted, closing his eyes and cradling the child gently in his arms.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at a smug Echo.

“Told you, you had a soft spot for kids.” Echo patted him on the back and walked away to join Wrecker and Omega as they taught the kids how to climb a tree.

“That’s Zed, he likes snuggles,” You told Hunter from somewhere behind him.

Hunter turned to face you, and found you standing there with Fives wrapped around you from behind.

“And… they’re your kids now?” Hunter asked, incredulous. Looking like he would never be ready to give Zed back to you.

“Yeah, we’ve been tracking down where the young clones were taken when Kamino was decommissioned. First rescue was a few night ago. Two ships full of little ones ready for homes of their own went to Pantora and Alderaan the day before yesterday.”

“We couldn’t help but keep this lot when their little voices asked us to be their parents,” Fives chimed in.

“They asked you to be their parents?” Hunter seemed almost jealous, if you were reading him correctly.

“Do you want us to bring a batch here?” You asked.

Hunter just looked at the little one in his arms, content to be held as it watched people move around the square.

“That’s a yes,” Fives answered for him.

Hunter gave Fives a look. “I see why Echo calls you the mischievous one,” he comments, a brow raised.

Rex laughs loudly, “Oh. No. Echo is just as mischievous.”

“Like that?” A snide voice joins the conversation as Crosshair approaches, making sure to keep some distance from the kid in Hunter’s arms, as he jabs a toothpick towards the tree before returning it to his lips.

You all look over to discover Echo in the tree with the young ones, while Wrecker and Omega protect them from below.

“Exactly like that,” Rex agrees, shaking his head at his trooper's antics.

“Anyways, would you like to babysit them sometime?” Fives asks Hunter and Crosshair with a sly grin.

“No.”

“Yes!”

Hunter and Crosshair answer at the same time, Crosshair glares at Hunter.

“Come on, Cross. You’ll warm up to them eventually.” Hunter prods, pointedly watching the kid in his arms instead of Crosshair.

“Omega was different,” Crosshair protests. “Like us.” He states as though he’s trying to convince himself not to get attached to the small face clinging to Hunter’s collar.

“Uh huh,” Hunter is not convinced, he knows his brother too well for that.

…Later you swear you spot one of the kids gifting Crosshair a flower he picked from the tree, and you’re pretty sure Crosshair wears it in his shirt pocket all evening.

But it’s hard to say for certain, especially when Fives sweeps you off your feet and carries you into your ship, heading straight for the bedroom…

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it! And NO dropping it into an AI to finish it for me! That’s stealing my work and feeding it to an AI without my consent. It is not okay to give an AI something you didn’t write yourself!

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thegreymarveljedi · 9 months ago

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The Healer Who Got Away - Part 2

The Bad Batch x Reader

(Read Part 1 Here!)

This is part two of my Bad Batch x Reader fic. There will probably be one more part after this one but I’m not sure how to feel about what I’ve written for this one.

The reader knows the cadets from before the war and I kind of made it so that there were more in their group but those other three are missing. Crosshair is a little OOC in this but I’ll make him better next chapter.

If you read this, could you please comment and tell me if you like it or not? And if you do, give me some idea about what to do in the next one.

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTTT, very little fluff, hurt not much comfort, Crosshair is traumatized, reader is depressed, Wrecker being the voice of reason, lots of tears, hopeful ending

Words: 6.1K

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“Hunter, we can’t keep dodging her calls. We have to tell her,” Wrecker said sadly, knowing the sergeant was going through enough right now. It had been the seventh call that rotation they had declined, only responding with a short “we’re alive” message and nothing more.

“I can’t Wrecker. First Crosshair, then Tech and now Omega? She had a hard enough time accepting that Crosshair joined the empire and Echo leaving to help Rex. I can’t break her heart even more by telling her we lost Tech, much less Omega,” Hunter explained, grabbing his hair in his hands.

Wrecker placed a hand on Hunters shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“She’s our wife, Hunter. Lying to her is going to hurt her even more,” Wrecker said a Hunter sighed, knowing his younger brother was right. He looked down at his left hand to see the outline of the ring, his glove hiding it but the feeling still there.

“I know, Vod. I know,” Hunter whispered and Wrecker looked at him with sad eyes.

“I don’t like it anymore than you do but we need to be honest with her. We promised her that when we made our vows remember,” Wrecker said softly and Hunter silently nodded, remembering the day they all had solidified their love.

Hunter let out another sigh, staying silent for a moment longer before nodding at Wrecker, giving him permission to call (Y/N). Wrecker gave a nod before he turned to the console and put in (Y/N) comm channel, hearing it ring once before her hologram appeared before the two of them. They both gasped at how she looked, eyes seemingly red and bags under her eyes, her hair was all over the place and clothes wrinkled and messy. It was a completely different look from her usual put together appearance.

“Cyar’ika…” Hunter said in disbelief and (Y/N) began to sob, tears running down her face as she looked at Hunter and Wrecker. She hadn’t seen them in weeks, her calls going unanswered with no more than a short response that they were alive.

“Oya’karir, Jariler,” (Y/N) said through sobs and Wrecker wished that he could hug her, hold her tight and not let her go.

“We’re here Cyare,” Wrecker said, trying his best to convey to her that they were okay.

“W-why haven’t you b-been answering my comms?” She asked shakily, wiping her eyes. “I’ve been worried sick about you guys.”

Wrecker looked to Hunter, giving (Y/N) a little idea of what was going on. Here eyes turned to the sergeant, ready to lay into him for ignoring her but when her eyes meant his, she was hit with a wave of sorrow, sadness and anger. Through his eyes, she could see everything that had happened to them after their last interaction.

Eriadu,

Tech,

Ord Mantel,

Omega.

(Y/N)’s face gradually fell from anger to horror and despair as she looked at Hunter. She turned to Wrecker and found the same thing. Loosing Tech and Omega, then getting severely injured, looking for any information on Omega. A fresh wave of tears sprung to (Y/N)’s eyes, feeling her heart hurt with the weight of everything.

“He’s not gone,” she whispered, Wrecker and Hunter looking at one another before they looked back at their wife.

“I’m sorry ner Sarad,” Hunter whispered back and watched in agony as (Y/N) fell apart, trying so hard to deny that Tech was really gone.

“He not gone! I would’ve felt him die! I would’ve felt his life force leave,” she practically yelled, still trying to process everything.

“(Y/N),” Wrecker said, his eyes meeting those of their wife. He rarely ever used her first name so she knew he was serious. “We didn’t have a choice. Tech didn’t tell us what he was doing before he did it, but he’s gone.”

Tears continued to streamed down (Y/N)’s face before her expression went cold. Her eyes lost a little more of their light and her body went stiff as a board. There was little to no emotion in her anymore and that made Wrecker and Hunter feel very concerned.

“What about Omega?” She asked, moving away from the hologram for a moment to grab a tissue. The men looked down at there feet, no wanting to admit how they had been betrayed, but they knew that (Y/N) knew.

“Nothing. We keep hitting dead ends and all of our leads are coming up dry. Rex and Echo are keeping their ears open as are the senators on our side but Hemlock is completely off the grid,” Hunter said and (Y/N) nodded, not knowing how to help the boys. She wiped away the last of her tears and met Hunters eyes again.

“Don’t go cold on me again okay? Come home safe you two,” she said and the guys nodded.

“We love you,” Wrecker said, wiping away the tears that had sprung to his eyes.

“So much cyar’ika,” Hunter added. (Y/N) gave them a small nod before her hologram disappeared, Hunter and Wrecker being left alone on the marauder once again.

“That went about as well as I expected,”Hunter whispered. Wrecker sighed and hugged Hunter gently, being mindful of the bruises he had accumulated.

“We’ll find her Hunter. I know we will,” Wrecker said and before Hunter could respond, they received a transmission from one their contacts.

~Time Skip~

It was a few more rotations later before (Y/N) heard from Hunter and Wrecker again, saying that they were on their way back to Pabu. They filled her in on what happened, the intel they received from Roland and Isa Durand, discovering Hemlocks old lab, finding the reg cadets.

In the time after their last transmission and this one, (Y/N) had thrown herself into work, doing whatever there was to do around the island to help. She took up gardening, knitting, baking and more, all to get her mind off of what she had learned. After the boys told her they were coming back, she did her best to make her home feel like theirs, setting up the spare rooms she had for the cadets.

After another rotation, she heard the tell tale sound of the marauder flying overhead, the sounds filling her with joy as well as a little sadness. She quickly made her way to the landing pad where she was greeted by Wrecker and Hunter as well as the cadets they had talked about. (Y/N) ran to the boys when they made eye contact, jumping into their arms as the tears came. They held her close before she pulled away and gave them a once over, noting how scratched and dirty their armour was. She also noted that Hunter was missing one of his shoulder guards and Wrecker had almost no paint left on his chest.

(Y/N) held both of their faces as she looked at them, not wanting to let them go again.

“I’m so glad you’re back safe,” she whispered to them and they both nuzzled into her hands.

“We’re glad too. It’s been a rough few months,” Wrecker said and Hunter nodded in agreement.

“We can’t stay long though. We have to keep looking for Omega,” Hunter said. (Y/N)’s face fell as realized that their visit was just a brief one. She slowly lowered her hand from Hunter’s face and was about to do the same with Wrecker but her held onto it.

“But we can stay the night,” Wrecker quickly added, taking hold of (Y/N)’s hand before she could bring it back to her side. (Y/N) looked at him then to Hunter who looked hesitant to agree but nodded when he saw how hurt his wife was.

“We’ll stay the night,” he said and (Y/N) nodded before turning around as Shep came up to them with the three cadets in front of him. (Y/N) eyes widened in recognition as she took in the three cadets appearances.

“Mox? Deke, Stak!” (Y/N) smiled in delight, pulling each of the cadets into a tight hug.

“Lady (Y/N)!” The boy collectively gasped and held onto the general as Hunter, Wrecker and Shep all looked on in confusion.

“I’m so happy to see you three alive! What about Mick and Gator and Tucc?” (Y/N) said as she knelt down to their height. The young cadets looked at one another before shaking their heads.

“We don’t know. They were taken from our room a few days before the orbital bombardment and we haven’t seen them since,” Mox said, sadness evident in his voice. Stak and Deke watched as (Y/N) face fell. Tears were threatening to fall but she quickly wiped them away before standing up. She turned to Shep and nodded towards him.

“I’ll take them to get settled at my house,” she said and ushered the boys in the direction of her home next to the clinic. Hunter and Wrecker shared another confused look before they began to follow (Y/N) to her home, keeping a comfortable distance as she fussed over the cadets.

They reached home faster than they thought, (Y/N) showing the boys their rooms and where they could find some clothes that she made. The clothes were a little big but they would work for now. As the boys got settled, (Y/N) made her way to the kitchen where Wrecker and Hunter were waiting, having shed their armour for the time being. She got to work making some caf for them as well as starting on dinner for the six of them to enjoy.

There was nothing said in the moment but the elephant sized question hung in the air.

“Kamino. Before we were deployed to Anaxes. Shaak Ti had asked me to come help with a group of cadets,” (Y/N) spoke. Her voice soft as she recalled how the cadets had marvelled at her stories and teachings.

“They were that group,” Wrecker said, connecting the dots quickly. (Y/N) nodded solemnly.

“They were a spunky group. Full of energy and potential. Even in the small amount of time I spent with them I want to believe I made an impression on them,” (Y/N) continued before she felt three pairs of arms wrap around her waist.

“You did, Lady (Y/N),” Stak said and (Y/N) smiled at the young boys. She caught Hunters eyes where she was greeted with a soft smile and love while Wrecker laughed a little at the display.

“I’m glad I did,” (Y/N) said. She continued making dinner as the boy talked to Hunter and Wrecker, moving to the living area. As she continued dinner, she could hear Hunter and Wrecker answers questions that the boys had, being mindful of certain topics.

Dinner was served a little later, (Y/N) remaining quiet as the boys continued to talk. Wrecker noticed their wife silence and discreetly moved his hand to hold her thigh under the table, feeling her tense before she relaxed again. Hunter had also picked up on the shifts in her mood, making a mental note to ask about it later.

Once dinner was over and the kitchen had been cleaned, (Y/N) put Mox, Deke and Stak to bed, making sure they had everything they needed to feel safe. Wrecker and Hunter had moved to the master bedroom, shedding their under armour and finding some of the sleepwear (Y/N) had gifted them with when they had first come to Pabu.

“She’s not herself,” Hunter said quietly as he sat on the edge of the master bed, holding his head in his hands. Wrecker nodded in agreement as he set their under suits on a chair in the corner of the room.

“She’s lost a lot of people. Her friends, the padawan, Tech, Omega, the other cadets. She almost lost us a few times,” Wrecker said quietly.

“I know Wrecker. I just want to make things right,” Hunter said and Wrecker grumbled in agreement just as the door opened and (Y/N) walked in. The men looked at her with smiles before their faces fell at the sight of their wife’s face, tear stricken and sad.

“What’s wrong Cyar’ika?” Hunter asked, standing up and pulling (Y/N) into a hug. Wrecker came around the bed and hugged her from behind.

“I’m just so tired. I want to go back to when you all found me. I want to live happily here and not have to worry about loosing you guys,” she said, defeat clear in her voice. Hunter and Wrecker shared a looked before they carefully began to undress their wife after getting her permission, helping her out of her day time robes and into her sleep gown. They took care to give her lots of affection and attention, trying to take her mind off everything.

They fell asleep beside her, whispering sweet nothings to soothe her and the pain she felt.

~Time Skip~

The following morning, (Y/N) woke up to an empty bed, no sign of Wrecker and Hunter or their under armour that they left on the chair last night. (Y/N) sighed sadly, knowing that her husbands had a mission to complete but it didn’t help the sting in her heart thinking they had left without a goodbye. She looked to the holo clock on the night stand and gasped, seeing it was already close to noon.

She quickly got up and got dressed, making her way to the kitchen. The sight that greeted her made her eyes widen and a smile appear on her face. Hunter and Wrecker had made breakfast for the cadets as well as themselves and (Y/N). The table was set and Deke, Stak and Mox were waiting patiently, dressed in the new clothes (Y/N) had made for them.

Hunter and Wrecker greeted their wife happily, Wrecker pulling out her chair and pushing it back in when she had sat down and Hunter serving her a plate of food before doing the same for himself and his brothers.

“This is a nice surprise,” (Y/N) said as Hunter took his seat on (Y/N)’s left side, Wrecker on the right and Deke, Mox and Stan sat at the other end of the table.

“We all wanted to let you sleep in. It was a really emotional day yesterday,” Hunter said with a small smile. (Y/N) mouthed a thank you as everyone dug into their meals. The food was cooked very well, (Y/N) resisting the urge to moan out loud considering there were children present. Even with all her strength Hunter could tell she was holding back and smirked at her, Wrecker picking up on it a little as well.

Once breakfast had been consumed and the house cleaned up, (Y/N) found herself back on the landing pad, bidding Wrecker and Hunter a safe trip. (Y/N) had a sad smile on her face, tears in her eyes and no wanting to let her husbands go.

“We’ll be back again soon Cyare,” Wrecker said, holding (Y/N) tightly. She nodded into his shoulder, desperately trying not to sob. She didn’t want to see them leave her again, even though she knew they needed to find Omega.

“I know. I just hate to see you guys leave again,” (Y/N) Whispered as Wrecker pulled away and made room for Hunter to hug their wife.

“We know Cyar’ika, but we need to find Omega. Otherwise Tech will have sacrificed himself for nothing,” Hunter said, feeling (Y/N) and Wrecker tense at his statement. He regretted saying it as casually as he did but he was only being truthful and both his wife and brother knew that. Hunter pulled away from the hug and placed a kiss to (Y/N)’s lips and then her forehead, wanting to convey just how much he loved her. Wrecker did the same once Hunter moved away, making sure to kiss (Y/N)’s cheeks too. She giggled at the gesture before Wrecker pulled away, following Hunter up the gang plank.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” (Y/N) called to them as the plank closed, Wrecker and Hunter returning the words just as the doors shut. As the marauder took off again, (Y/N) was left in the square with a heavy heart. She knew that Wrecker and Hunter would be back but it didn’t ease the pain she felt at their absence.

Thinking back to when they first met again, she felt happy but as the memories from that day onward played in her head, it was hard to remain happy. First it was Crosshair, by no fault of his own even if the others had said he did it willingly. Next it was Echo leaving to be with Rex in the fight for clone rights. It was a good cause but (Y/N) missed him everyday even if he made it a point to call be every few rotation. Then it was Tech, sacrificing himself to save his brothers even if he knew that it would tear her apart.

Tell (Y/N) I love her…

The words Hunter had told her were his last as he fell made the memories all the more painful. And then she had lost Omega. Someone who, in a short time, had made such an impact on her life. She was such a bubbly and bright kid, filled with life and energy. Now (Y/N) felt like she was going to lose Wrecker and Hunter too. The thought made her break down, falling to her knees as she pleaded with the maker and the force to return them safely to her.

~Time Skip~

(Y/N) woke with a jolt at the sounds of a ship landing, looking to the holo clock on her bedside table to see that it read 7 in the evening. She hurriedly got out of bed, changing into proper clothes before sprinting to the square. Just as she made it to the landing area, the gang plank of the marauder opened and out came Hunter and Wrecker, both smiling widely.

(Y/N) ran up to them and pulled them both into a hug, feeling their arms wrap around her just the same.

“You should’ve told me you were coming home! I would’ve prepared better,” she scolded them and they both laughed.

“We woulda called but we wanted to surprise you,” Wrecker said as he and Hunter moved away to allow Omega to tackled (Y/N) in a hug.

“Omega?!” (Y/N) screamed in disbelief, wrapping the young girl in a tight hug as she cried. Omega’s tears were also flowing, falling onto (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“(Y/N)!” Omega yelled excitedly as she held onto the ex-Jedi.

“It’s so good to see you safe and alright,” (Y/N) whispered once the initial shock wore off.

“It’s good to be back,” Omega said as they both pulled away from the hug.

“How did you escape the Empire?” (Y/N)’s question made both Hunter and Wrecker tense a little, not wanting to get into the details of what happened.

“I had help,” Omega said and stepped aside so that (Y/N) could see Crosshair standing at the end of the gang plank. Her eyes went wide as Crosshair stood there, his expression reading the same shock as hers. Hunter and Wrecker had told him they had found her but Crosshair dismissed them, not wanting to believe, unless he saw her with his own eyes.

“Ner ram’ser?” (Y/N) asked in a hushed voiced as she stood up and began walking towards the sniper. Crosshair stayed rooted in his spot, not knowing what to say or how to react.

“Crosshair?” (Y/N) asked again, now standing toe to toe with her snarky husband. She brought her hand up to gentle cup his face, taking notice of the scar that now adorned the right side of his head. His silver hair was gone as well but that didn’t make (Y/N) think any less of him.

Crosshair tensed at the feeling of (Y/N)’s hands on his face. It was a foreign feeling once again, having lost their wife after the order then him joining the Empire. It was all too much for him to handle. He quickly took hold of (Y/N)’s wrists and moved her hands away from his face. The look of pure hurt and betrayal in her eyes almost broke Crosshair’s resolve but he stood firm, moving her hands back to her sides and walking further into the square towards the weeping maya tree.

(Y/N) stood rooted in her place, back to Hunter and Wrecker as she stared up at where Crosshair was just standing. Wrecker and Hunter were glaring daggers at their younger brother as he walked away from their wife. Omega was also a little taken aback, thinking that Crosshair would’ve been happy to (Y/N).

At that moment the last of (Y/N)’s heart shattered. Even though Hunter and Wrecker had come home, with Omega no less, it still hurt her deeply that Crosshair seemed uninterested in seeing her again. Her face hardened just as her heart did, feeling betrayed and angry. She held her chin up high and wiped her tears, vowing not to cry over him.

If he doesn’t want me around, so be it.

Hunter could (Y/N)’s heart slow down to an eerily, calm rate. He turned in her direction moving to put a hand on her shoulder.

“Cyare?” He said quietly, Wrecker also turning to watch the exchange. When they met (Y/N)’s eyes, they were void of emotion, her pupils completely overtaking the (e/c) of her iris. This had only happened once before, and it was when Wrecker had received the webbed scar on the left side of his head.

The anger and fury at (Y/N) had felt at one of her husbands, boyfriend’s at the time, getting hurt sent her into an emotionless rage. There was nothing in her eyes as she decimated the remaining droids they had been fighting against. There was no expression on her face. Once the droids were taken care of, she stood still for another few minutes before Crosshair had come up to her.

“We have to go ner sarad,” he whispered. When he got her to look at him, her eyes were black, glazed over as if she was possessed. It shocked him to his core to see her like this.

“(Y/N) we need you back here,” somehow he knew that she was in her own world, her body on autopilot. She just looked at him with no emotion on her face. She couldn’t hear him properly, his lips moving but no sounds coming out.

“(Y/N) please. Cyar’ika come back,” Crosshair pleaded, bringing his hands up to her face and hold her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. His voice caused her to blink a few times before shaking her head and looking up at him. Her eyes had returned to normal and she met crosshairs eyes with a confused expression.

“What’s going on Cross?” She asked and Crosshair sighed in relief. Before he could respond, Hunter yelled at them that they had to go.

After that day, Crosshair had told his brothers and (Y/N) what happened at that moment and they were shocked, vowing to never let it happen again. The fact that at this moment it had, they had broken their promise.

“(Y/N)?” Wrecker asked moving over to her as well, as Hunter tried to remain calm. (Y/N) said nothing as she looked to Wrecker and Hunter. There was no noise, their voices weren’t registering, the sounds of the ocean completely drowned out and the bustling of the island gone.

“Cyar’ika?” Hunter said a little more urgently. She just stared at him with cold eyes before beginning to walk away, passing by the maya tree as she went. Crosshair caught a glimpse of (Y/N)’s face as she walked away, the colour draining from his face as he saw her eyes. He knew now that he fucked up big time.

~Time Skip~

Hunter, Omega and Wrecker watched (Y/N) go, not knowing what they could do in that’s moment.

“What was that?” Omega asked, looking to Hunter for answers. His body language was tense, as was Wrecker’s and they gave each other a look that told Omega this was something serious. Hunter looked down to his sister before sighing and kneeling down to her level. He filled her in on their mission from when this had happened before and Omega was slightly taken aback.

“That’s awful! Is there anything we can do for her?” Omega asked quickly, wanting to help (Y/N) in any way she could.

“The last time this happened Crosshair was able to pull her out of it but since he’s the one who got her to this point, I don’t know what will bring her back,” Hunter said solemnly.

“We should contact Echo. Maybe he can help with this,” Wrecker suggested. “We need to contact him and Rex anyway to let them know Omega’s back.”

“You’re right Wrecker. Let’s get that out of the way then go home so we can check on (Y/N),” Hunter said, walking back up the gang plank with Rex to contact Echo.

Omega was about to follow them before her eyes drifted to Crosshair. He looked so out of place and tense sitting by the maya tree but she knew he needed her just as much as the others did. Omega walked over to him and sat down, letting the silence fester for a moment before Crosshair spoke up.

“They’re angry with me, aren’t they?” He asked quietly, twiddled his thumbs anxiously.

“They’re not happy. (Y/N) has already gone through so much. She was happy to have you back. Why’d you push her away?” Omega inquired, wanting to know why Crosshair would push away his wife. He only sighed at her question.

“She deserves better than me. A broken man who tried to kill her. Betrayed his brothers and all for what? Some Empire who doesn’t care if we live or die?” Crosshair sneered, his anger palpable.

“But what if she doesn’t want anyone other than you and your brothers? She forgave you a while ago,” Omega revealed causing Crosshair to look at her confused.

“What do you mean?”

“When we first came to Pabu and found her, she almost ran away again because she thought that they were with the Empire. But after Hunter, Echo, Tech and Wrecker explained everything that happened, she was just happy to have them back. She asked about you and when they said you had joined the Empire it hurt her but she knew that you’d find a way back somehow. She never blamed you for anything that went wrong. She forgave you and she hoped to find you again someday,” Omega explained and Crosshair was stunned that even after everything he had done, (Y/N) was willing to forgive him.

“I really messed up,” Cross said more as a rhetorical statement than anything else.

“You can fix it though.”

“How?”

“Go to her. Pull her out of this and just remind her you’re there for her and that you love her,” Omega said softly, placing a hand on Crosshairs shoulder before moving back to the Marauder. She stopped short when she remembered that Crosshair didn’t know where her house was.

“Follow that path down, it’ll be the one to the left of the clinic when you’re facing it,” she said over her shoulder and walked away. Crosshair sat there with his thoughts for a few moments before cursing himself and walking speedily towards where Omega had pointed. As he ran, the chain that he had kept meticulously hidden from the prying eyes of anyone rippled against his chest, the silver ring feeling light and heavy at the same time.

~Time Skip~

(Y/N) had walked all the way home, dazed and completely numb, unaware of anything going on around her. She made her way to the kitchen and as if on auto pilot, began washing the dishes that were left over from earlier in the day. She washed them without looking, not noticing the sharp knife in the sink. Even as the blade grazed her palm, it felt like nothing. There was no pain in her hand, only the pain in her heart.

She continued to wash the dishes like nothing was wrong, even as the water and clean dishes were tainted with blood. The soapy water had made the cut sting but it was a dull feeling to (Y/N) right now. She didn’t her the front door to her home open and close or the foot steps and frantic voice of her snarky husband. She didn’t hear the water shut off or her hand being removed from the sink.

Her head turned slightly to the right when she felt two hands grab into her shoulders, giving her a small shake. Her eyes met Crosshair’s, his expression panicked and voice sounding too far away to understand.

Cross looked down at her hands to see the cut along her palm, deep and bleeding heavily, blood dripping onto the floor.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry Cyar’ika,” Crosshair whispered, grabbing the closest clean towel and wrapping it around (Y/N)’s hand tightly, applying pressure to the wound. (Y/N) just looked at him with dead eyes, no colour or life in her expression.

He carefully led (Y/N) to the dinning table and sat her down, moving back to the kitchen and rummaging around until he found the fully stocked med kit. He moved back to the table with the kit in hand as well as a cold wet cloths water bowl. He took hold of her injured hand a carefully removed the towel, the once teal fabric now tainted a deep red. Crosshair winced at the sight but (Y/N) had no reaction, her eyes stayed glued to the table.

Crosshair spent the next 10 minutes cleaning and stitching the wound, making sure to be as thorough as possible. Once it was stitched and cleaned, he wrapped it tightly and gently with gauze, making sure not to her his wife. The whole time (Y/N) had remained silent and expressionless, her body pliant and unmoving unless Crosshair moved her arm.

Once he was finished Cross cleaned up the medkit and put it away. He quickly finished the dishes that (Y/N) had started, being mindful of the knife and wearing gloves to ensure he didn’t get blood on him. Once that was finished he returned to his wife who had yet to move from her spot.

“Cyare?” Cross pleaded, moving her chair out slowly and kneeling down infront of his wife. He gently took her hand again, being careful of her injured one.

“Please come back ner sarad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I…” Crosshair choked on his words, not knowing what to say. (Y/N)’s eyes met his, her pupils still hiding her irises though there was a slight bit of colour on the outside.

“You deserve better than a broken man like me,” he continued, choking on his words as he wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and whispered in her ear. “You deserve someone who doesn’t betray his brothers. Someone who didn’t try to kill his own wife. Someone who shows emotion and compassion and expresses love properly. And that person isn’t me.”

Crosshair could feel the tears falling down his cheeks, months of pent up emotions and fear seeping out into this moment. He wasn’t one to display his emotions but with (Y/N) it always felt easy to be vulnerable even when he was still terrible with it. He hugged his wife tighter, whispering apologies and confessing his love for her. Even if he felt she deserved better than him, he still loved her and always would no matter what.

He gasped when he felt slow hands coming up to hold him, gently keeping him in place. Crosshair choked on another batch of tears and buried his face in (Y/N)’s neck, relishing in the physical affection even if it was something small. Slowly the hands came up further, holding his shoulders and giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner sarad, I’m so sorry I made you feel like I didn’t love you. Ni ceta cyare,” Cross cried, needing to convey just how much he loved her.

“Love…you too,” (Y/N) whispered back, her voice hoarse and mind still clouded. Crosshair slowly pulled back to look at her eyes, pupils slowly getting smaller and more colour returning to her eyes. Crosshair laid his forehead against (Y/N)’s closing his eyes and seeking comfort in just her presence and embrace. (Y/N) followed suit, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be in the moment. Soon enough she could hear the sound of the ocean again, the moonyoos playing around and the sound of children’s laughter reaching her ears. She could hear Crosshair’s sniffles and his heart beat, feeling his embrace around her.

“Cross..?” (Y/N) whispered and winced, finally registering the pain in her hand. Crosshair opened his eyes and met hers, now fully returned to their normal state. Before she could utter another word, Crosshair closed the gap between them, connecting their lips in a passionate desperate kiss. (Y/N) gasped at the initial contact before melting into it, missing the way his lips felt on hers.

They stayed like that for a few moments before a cough broke them from their little world. Crosshair pulled away led and went to glare at the intruders but was met with 2 equal if not harsher glares and Omega with a small smile on her face.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked, rubbing her forehead as Crosshair helped her to stand up. Before he could explain anything, Wrecker picked (Y/N) up bridal style, and carried her away to her (their) room. (Y/N) looked over Wrecker’s shoulder and made eye contact with Crosshair briefly before she disappeared up the stairs of the house.

Crosshair glared at Hunter again but his older brother levelled him with a glare of his own before following Wrecker up the stairs. That left Omega and Crosshair in the living room where the latter let out a deep sigh and crumpled to the ground. Omega came over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying her best to comfort him.

“Is she okay?” She asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I found her at the sink with a cut on her hand.”

“From what?!”

“When I came in she was doing the dishes and didn’t see the knife. I stitched her up, finished the dishes and disinfected everything but it was still a terrifying sight.”

“I…can’t say that I understand exactly but I’m glad you found her quickly before she hurt herself even more.”

Crosshair looked to his younger (older) sister, the compassion on her face making him feel slightly less alone. He sighed before standing up and making his way to the front door, not wanting to spend another minute in the tense atmosphere.

“Crosshair,” Omega said, getting her brother’s attention. He didn’t turn around but stopped at the door so he could listen.

“Your Firepuncher is in your bunk. Hunter didn’t want to give it back just yet but Wrecker said that having something familiar to you might help,” Omega said. There was another pause before Crosshair gave a small ghost of a nod and walked out, making his way back to the marauder. It gave him a lot of time to think but also made the distance between him and his family feel even smaller than it already was.

As he walked, he removed the silver chain from around is neck, examining the ring attached to it before pulling it off the chain and placing it on his finger. He allowed the smooth, cold metal to ground him, not having felt it on his finger since the night of the wedding. He had preferred to keep it safe by keeping it hidden under his armour but now, he needed it more than ever. They had tried to take it from him on Tantis but the scientist name who he now knew as Emerie, took pity on him and gave it back after his testing. It was thanks to Omega really that he ever got it back in the first place.

Now that he had it back, he was going to wear it every day to try and remind himself that he was still alive, his wife was still alive and his family was still here. Even if his twin was gone he would do what he should’ve done a long time ago and protect the rest of his family.

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Here’s part two! Read Part 1 through the link at the top!

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