#Ba’vodu bad batch

[jedipoodoo]

Liz,,,, I have,,,, a mighty need. Firstly, I read and reread your fics ALL the time, you are solely responsible for introducing to and making me obsessed with the bad batch, congrats.

I’m on an Echo kick. And there’s,,,not,,,any,,,,pregnant reader fics with him😭😭

Pre-citadel with ba’vodu Fives, post citadel with clingy over concerned ptsd!papa echo,,, I need it😭

Do you want me to flood your inbox with headcanons because I can flood your inbox with headcanons

YOU HAVE INFECTED MYSELF WITH THE MIGHTY NEED NOW I WILL TAKE ANY AND ALL HEADCANONS OF PAPA ECHO

Back to You (Echo x Mom!Reader)

Notes: No warnings, sick child, discussion of death, female reader. The Pergil lullaby is from @marierg. Not beta read, I wrote half of this in a fitful haze as soon as I got this ask, promptly lost it all by hitting the wrong button and couldn't recover it, and then re-wrote it in an even sleepier, more fitful haze. Divider by @stars-n-spice

You shifted your hold on your toddler to keep him from slipping out of your arms, gently bouncing him as he cried, hoping it would help him go back to sleep. It had been two days without sleep, so you were willing to try anything

"Oh baby pergil, little baby pergil, flying through the sky..." You murmured beneath your breath. This was your fifth time singing through the song, but it seemed to be working,

And then your comm began to glow with an impending message.

It was one in the morning, but you were too tired to wonder who could be calling you at this hour. Plus, you could use the distraction.

"H'lo?" You asked.

"Are you sitting down?" It was Kix. Dr. "Medical comes before sleep", who would turn right around and scold you for not getting what sleep you could get with a baby.

Fives was starting to fuss, now that you weren't serenading him. "I can't, I just got Iv'ika to calm down, and if I sit down it'll make it worse."

"Look, I've got something important to tell you, and I really think that you should sit down before-"

"Is someone dead or dying?" You asked.

"For once, no," Kix laughed half-heartedly, "Are you sitting-"

"Are you gonna tell me whatever this is or not?"

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the comm.

"We found Echo."

Your stomach twisted, pushing everything out f your stomach and up your throat, threatening to make you vomit.

"Don't- don't- don't you dare joke about that," You snapped. The sudden sharpness in your tone made Fives cry out.

"I'm not joking, look-"

"Did Jesse put you up to this?" You demanded as your eyes began to sting with more than just the lack of sleep, "Tell him he's a mir'sheb-"

"Jesse doesn't even know yet! Rex told me to-"

"You're all a bunch of miserable old men, and I never want to speak to any of you ever again."

You hung up before Kix could hear you sob. Fives was already crying, and you had to be strong for him, like you had for his whole life.

You held your son tightly, caressing his sweaty hair while you focused on singing lullabies, not about the dead father of your child. In your hand, your comm kept buzzing as Kix and even Jesse tried to call you back. Until finally, you blocked them, and Rex too for good measure, not even bothering to read the messages they tried to send you.

Fives fell asleep about an hour later, and you pondered your reaction.

Rex and Kix weren't the type to play pranks in the middle of the night, and Jesse might have been a bit of an arse, but he wouldn't prank you like this, would he? Not even Fives would have gone that far, especially not when it came to the life of a beloved brother.

Could Echo really be alive?

You'd have to worry about that later. Fives was asleep, and you had work in a couple hours. You had to try and get some sleep while the opportunity was fresh.

Your woke to the smell of your mother making breakfast. She immediately came in and took Fives from your arms, cooing to her grandson while she changed his diaper. You took a quick shower and smeared on some makeup to cover the dark circles under your eyes. When you stepped out of the refresher to get dressed, your mother was singing one of the lullabies she always used to sing to you.

"I think his fever's broken," She smiled at you, and you felt a bit of the huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

"Be good for Nana, okay?" You told Fives. He was a bit fussy, but nowhere near how he was last night. You could breathe easy at the office, even though you were almost late, and let yourself focus on fielding calls from agitated customers and filling out the proper files for each complaint.

You were still exhausted, though, so as you made a fresh pot of caff your mind wandered back to Kix's comm last night. You should really just apologize to him, but you felt so embarrassed. Ever since Echo died, the boys of the 501st had been there for you. Holding your hair back while you threw up from morning sickness and learning how to cook so that you could nap and have a proper meal when you woke up. In the end, pride kept you from unblocking them then and there, but as you made your way back to your desk with a cup of caff, your mother commed you.

"Mom, is everything okay?"

"Honey, there's a group of clones here to see you. lots of them."

A shiver ran through you and you groaned. You were gonna get an earful from all of them, weren't you.

"Tell them I'm on my way. I'll be there in a minute."

"Do I have to let them in?"

You paused. Your mom could be blunt from time to time. She was a wonderful mother and an even better grandmother, but she still wasn't used to the idea that you'd had a child with a clone. Having been a single mother herself, she got protective real fast. It was probably best that they stayed outside.

You apologized profusely to your boss for leaving early, and ended up playing the desperate single mother card. The sloppy makeup job and the faint perfume of sick baby that was following you everywhere as of late certainly helped sell the act.

When you got to your apartment, Rex, Kix, and Jesse were waiting, along with six other troopers. Four of them wore dark gray armor, while two had armor that was more white like the standard trooper armor.

One of those troopers looked at you with wide eyes, and you couldn't blame him. You had to look as much like a ghost as he did. He had the same nose shape and facial structure as all the other clones, but he was incredibly emaciated and pale. His white armor looked to be the kind that they gave civilians in the field, and it was clearly padded out in some places to help him fill out the bodysuit.

"Did you have to bring everyone and scare my mom half to death?" You sighed to Rex.

"Hey, they insisted," Jesse waved to the squad of new troopers dismissively and held out his arms for a hug. Given everything that had happened in the last few days, you accepted the comforting embrace without question.

"We tried comming you to tell you we were coming, but for some reason our messages won't go through," Rex placed his hand on his hip, all business.

You folded your arms and glared at Kix. "That'll happen when you call someone at midnight to pull their leg."

"I wasn't pulling your leg!" Kix sighed in exasperation and grabbed the emaciated trooper's arm, pulling him to stand in front of you.

You took a step back, "Um, hi?"

"Hi," He said softly. He coughed to clear his throat and repeated the greeting in a firmer tone.

"Well, what do you want?" You asked, oblivious to the revelation that was right in front of you.

Rex sighed, "You'll remember Echo, right?"

You stopped. you looked the emaciated trooper up and down, but refused to look him in the eyes.

"Rex," You took a deep breath, "Please don't do this to me. Not today-"

"But it's him!" Jesse exclaimed, "We found him and rescued him on Anaxes!"

"We?" One of the dark-armored troopers demanded, flicking a toothpick at Jesse.

"Well it's easier than explaining ev- Is it really so hard to believe that after everything karked-up that's happened to us, something good might have actually happened?"

"Boys," Rex said sharply. He nodded down the hall, and most of your little group ambled off to give you some distance.

"Cyare..." The trooper who everyone said was Echo reached out his right hand towards you, then returned it to his side. It wasn't much of a hand anymore, there was a scomplink attachment in its place.

"Cyar'ika, you're trembling," He noticed, a hint of terror in his voice. You kept your eyes on the floor. He was one to speak, how could he even stand on those wobbling legs?

His helmet fell on the floor as his left hand--still a hand--came up to cradle your cheek, wiping away a single tear.

Don't cry, you told yourself, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

With that tender touch, you finally allowed yourself to look him in the eyes.

A million men had the same brown eyes as Echo, but none of them shone when they looked at you like Echo's did.

"Prove it. Tell me something I've never told anyone el-"

"You talk in your sleep. It's probably because you need a cup of tea before you go to bed."

Your breath caught in your throat.

"I wanted to name our son after Fives, but you said he'd get to big a head about it."

You managed a laugh, "He did get a big head about it."

Echo chuckled, and the scomp on his right arm rested against your arm as he pulled you closer.

"I told you I wanted to marry you as soon as the war was over, and you tried to convince me to move it up until after my last mission."

You gasped out a sob, wiping your runny nose on the sleeve of your blouse. Echo wrapped his arms around you, and you pulled him even closer.

"So you really named him after Fives?" Echo gasped, pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

You squeezed him as tightly as you dared. When you hugged him before he left for the citadel, Your arms almost couldn't make their way around him. Now you feared that if you held him the wrong way, he'd snap like a twig.

"It was what you wanted, what else was I supposed to name him?"

Echo took your chin in his hand, fiercely pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel a year and a half's worth of loneliness and longing behind the passion in that kiss. All the fear, pain, and isolation the both of you had felt without each other. You almost couldn't bring yourself to stop kissing him. If you stopped kissing him you thought you might wake up in the middle of the night with your crying baby on your chest.

"I want to meet him," Echo said in between kisses.

Your heart fluttered. Echo was going to meet his son. Fives was finally going to meet his dad.

"Yes, yes," You gasped, and grasped his hand, pulling him into your apartment. It was almost exactly the same as the last time he'd been there, with the exception of all the baby toys strewn about and the holos of you and Fives hanging on the wall.

Your mother was in the kitchen, spatula in hand, making dinner and watching the door at the same time.

"Where's Fives?" You asked her.

"He's asleep, but-"

You ignored her protests and brought Echo into your room.

Fives was just waking up when you opened the door. He'd lost his pacifier while tossing and turning, but that allowed Echo's first view of his son to be the big, wide-toothed smile he gave you.

"Hello precious boy!" You swooped across the room and swept him into your arms. He had a bit of a cowlick from the way he'd slept, and you tried to smooth it back, but it didn't do much.

"Fiv'ika, there's someone you need to meet," You whispered calmly, "Can you be a good boy for mama?"

Fives didn't say anything, but he buried his face into your neck, cooing softly.

You brought him over to Echo, who stood in the bedroom doorway, spellbound at the sight of the two of you. You had never been able to see how Little Fives' eyes looked exactly like Echo's, but now that you had them next to each other, the likeness was unmistakable.

"I...I don't know if I can hold him," Echo held out his arms. You could see his heart, struggling not to break as he watched you cuddle your son. Your son. Yours and Echo's. A proper family now.

"Sit on the bed," you nodded. Echo did so, and you pushed him back against the pillows so that you could lay Fives on his chest.

Fives blinked his dark brown eyes at Echo, drinking in the not-so-stranger's face. Echo stayed as still as possible, like a sniper in wait. The baby wasn't as heavy as he expected, and he was scared to hurt him. His hands were made for combat and firing weapons, no for child rearing.

Fives' head dropped suddenly, his forehead smacking against Echo's collarbone.

"Yow!" Echo gasped in surprise, but Fives wasn't upset. He rubbed his face against Echo's neck, just like he had with you.

"He likes you," You said, lying next to Echo. You placed your hand on his upper arm and squeezed.

"He likes me?" Echo asked.

"He does," You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, "And guess what?"

"What?" there was a hint of fear in Echo's voice. Today had already been a very long day for the both of you.

You rested your head on Echo's shoulder, close enough that you could press a kiss to Fives' dark curls.

"I like you too."

[a-lil-perspective]

Wrecker: Why do people who use baby changing stations always come back with the same baby???

Crosshair: What the fuck are you even talking about anymore.

Hunter: *is suddenly afraid to leave his babies with Uncle Wrecker*

[a-lil-perspective]

Uncle Crosshair being presented with Hunter’s squalling newborn.

sivi met his granddaughter tonight

he did not like it

[detroitbydark]

Characters:Crosshair/Omari (OC), The Bad Batch

Warnings: None

Summary: Surprises all around

A/N:It’s a coincidence but this is coming out on Mother's Day. So.... Happy Mother's Day!

Previous Parts and Extended Universe can be found here

“So as you can see here-“ Tech’s gloved hand points to the twisting strands that take up the screen like a nightmarish ladder, “Where the double helix connects at- this part, and- right here. See?”

Crosshair nods mutely trying to take in what the engineer is explaining. His body feels numb, like he’s taken a step out of it and it’s watching the whole scene on a holo. In a different language. The techno jargon and science lingo is going so far over his head it's in the stratosphere.

“Crosshair? Are you ok?” Fixing his goggles, Tech turns in his chair. “You don’t look so good.”

As if cued Crosshair sinks into the desk chair next to him. He rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands. He knew this was coming. A simple time frame had given him a round about idea when Mari would be having the baby. He just- it was still a shock when after their last mission Tech had mentioned he’d gotten a ping. 

A ping. 

As simple as that the sniper felt himself spiraling.

Omari had the baby.

“I’m good. I’m good” he reassures, leaning onto his knees, “keep going.”

Tech gives him a questioning look because he certainly was not ok but he didn’t see the point in arguing with him. Best course of action was to finish explaining what he was seeing and give his brother some answers.

“So that is your sequencing” he continues to explain, punching some keys and pulling up another sample that floats on the screen next to the original. “Without the mother’s sample this would usually be more difficult as inheritance is a tricky thing BUT like I was saying before, this little tweaky looking thing right here?”

Crosshair nods looking at the strange connection on his sample.

“This is 100% Kimoan intellectual property. Think of it as a brand to mark their work, like a signature on the bottom of ceramics-“

“Tech” Crosshair groans lowly, “please, let’s just get to the point”

The engineer nods, “so if we look over at sample B-“

“The baby’s sample” Crosshair clarifies.

“Yes, B is for baby, keep up.”

“What are you two studying so hard?” Hunter’s voice asks suddenly as the door slides open and Hunter, along with Echo and Wrecker, pile into the small space of their barracks.

Tech doesn’t miss a beat, “I’m just trying to tell Crosshair he’s a buir” 

 The sound of a popper pin dropping would be deafening. Crosshair feels a wave of nausea and something more faint, more pleasant- relief, wash over him. It’s short lived.

“His what?!” Wrecker’s voice booms. As he crowds into the pairs space looking at the dna samples on the screen. 

Echos brows skim his hairline as he glances from one newly adopted brother to the next.

Hunter's eyes narrow as Crosshair looks at him. He looks away quickly and punches Tech in the shoulder, not hard enough to really hurt him but enough that the engineer rubs at it and gives him a sour look.

“Listen, If you thought I wasn't going to let the other ba’vodu know about the child you were sorely mistaken.”

“You’re going to be sorely mistaken” the sniper grumbles without much fire behind the words.  He’s still reeling. He was a buir, a father. The thought is dizzying.

“Stay where you are Cross” Hunter orders knowingly. Any anger that may have been in his eyes cooling at the uncharacteristic look on the marksman's face.

“Let’s see the little man!” Wrecker’s voice booms and the Sergeant shoots him a quieting look. Echo hangs back at the periphery and Hunter urges him forward with a shift of his head.

“She’s a girl” Tech corrects with a grin.

“A girl! You have a daughter!” Wrecker's big meaty hand smacks against Crosshair’s back with such force that he makes an oomph of discomfort “well, where is the little biter? When do we get to see her?”

“Wrecker” Hunter hisses, “keep it down. This is sensitive information. Need to know only.” 

Wrecker looks chastened for a moment and then repeats he questions at a lower tone, “when do we get to see her?”

“for kriff's sake...” Hunter manages to hide the roll of his eyes as he glances at Echo for support. The bionic clone holds up his hands.

“Not getting into this, sir.”

“Your part of this, now” the Sargent reminds.

“Last I checked I wasn’t involved with the making of any babies.” A grin rubs at the corner of Echos mouth as he moves closer to the other clones. He reaches out and gives Crosshair a gentle pat on the shoulder. The marksman’s head whips around. “Congratulations.”

Crosshair lets out a soft puff of air from between his lips, a nervous smile taking up residence on his face, “thanks, I think.”

“This is a remarkable thing” Tech begins, looking about the his gathered brothers, “it shouldn’t even be possible the Kiminoans-“

“Tech” the group turns back to the new buir. He’s still pale but his back is straight. He looks like a man on a mission, “Is there a picture of her?”

“Well, of course, for security reasons the medical facility takes a picture of all the infants a couple hours after birth.”

“He wants to see it, Tech” Hunter explains.

Wrecker is keen to be heard as well, “Me too!”

Tech looks sullen, having really been looking forward to discussing the implications of this new discovery but another part of him, a part that screams i’m an uncle, has him quickly refocusing his attention back to his holopad. The DNA strands fall away as he plugs in information. It takes only a minute for him to pull up the first one. A collective breath travels through the group.

“Poor thing. She’s got her buir’s scowl” Tech mutters sifting through more files.

Wrecker nods solemnly, “she’ll grow out of it”

Everyone studies the tiny bundled babe with rapt attention commenting on her round cheeks and furrowed brow. “It’s like she’s already disappointed with the world.” Echo murmurs to Hunter.

“Force help us if she has Cross’s attitude”

“Force help him is more like it” Echo agrees, “I’m aiming for fun uncle”

Hunter chuckles and then glances at his uncharacteristically quiet sniper. His toothpick is hanging from his lower lip, long forgotten as his eyes trace over the image. Hunter grabs his arm and pulls him closer. Crosshair’s eyes never leave the babe.

“That’s a pretty little creature you helped make.” He says neutrally. Crosshair nods. “It’s an honor I don’t know if any clone has had. A lot of responsibility-“

The newly minted father shakes his head and focuses his gaze on his superior. “I understand what this all means” he keeps his voice pitched below the sound of the others chatter, “I’m going to take care of my girls.”

Hunter watches the set of the other man’s shoulders, hears the intent in his voice. He nods. “Good but you're not in this alone.”

Crosshair raises a brow, “pretty sure you weren’t in the room when-“ Hunter’s unamused expression has him pressing his lips tight. His comment going unfinished.

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din”

“Yeah, yeah” the sniper plucks the forgotten toothpick from his mouth and flips it between his fingers, “it’s more then blood and all that Mandolorian banthashit.”

“I’m serious Cross” Hunter pushes the subject, “you know we’ll be there for anything you and you-“

“Oh damn son!” Wrecker’s voice interrupts the profound point Hunter is trying to make, “Is that your girlfriend?!”

Tech has flipped to a second picture and all eyes flick from the picture of Omari holding the baby to Crosshair.

Reaching behind Hunter, Echo manages to give the sniper another pat on the shoulder “I said it before but, congratulations.”

“I mean, I guess in some circles he could be considered handsome?” Tech looks at Crosshair assessingly.

Wrecker nods, “but I mean those have to be really tiny circles like” he points at the picture, “she’s got to be the only one that can fit in it.”

Crosshair is deaf to the jokes. His eyes are focused solely on Mari, his Mari, sitting in the bed in a white gown holding his child. And he wasn’t there. Something uncomfortable seizes in his chest. Had she been scared? Had she hurt? Were they safe? A million questions filter through his mind as his brothers slowly come to the realization that he’s not listening to them.

“Cross?” It’s Tech’s voice that finally breaks through to him, “they were sent home three days ago. You could use the holo?”

“You haven’t talked to her yet?” It’s Wrecker’s incredulous voice that asks, “if I had a looker like that-“

“Well you don’t” Crosshair snaps waspishly turning to his over exuberant brother. Wrecker gives him a skeptical look.

Hunter sees the building tension in the set of his sniper’s shoulders, his stiff posture and the flash of uncertainty behind his eyes. He never would have thought a situation like this would have been possible. Supposedly they’d been engineered without the ability to produce offspring. Sterility was a cruel fate for clones still clinging to their progenitor’s people’s need for clan and family. Having brothers, vode, was one thing but Hunter knew the feeling of yearning for more. The yearning for family, for clan and children. For a life after war.

Now, one of their own, likely the least prepared for fatherhood, had managed the impossible. The tiny rounded cheeks, smattering is soft hair and puckered lips greeting them on the holo were living proof that even what they all believed to be impossible could be within reach.

“That’s it” the Sargent announces his voice sharp and his command beyond question, “everyone out!”

The sound of grumbling can be heard from Wrecker as he and Echo leave, shoulder to shoulder. Tech looks at his holo but doesn’t move to grab it as Hunter gives him a quick shake of his head. The sniper gives him a questioning look when he steps in front of the door.

“Not you. We’ve got a conversation that needs to be had.”

“I figured you were going to say that.” Shoulders slump as he moves back into the room and sits in front of the holo. His eyes scan the new face, memorizing the fine details of his daughter’s face before letting his eyes trail to her mother. She looked tired but also, something else he’s never seen before. She looks serene. Fine lines pull at the corner of her eyes as she smiles, her dark hair framing her face. He feels like he’s intruding on a moment he has no right to see. The things he’s said when she’s tried to tell him, the excuses he’d found not to continually reach out to her, all of it compounded into a feeling of disgust that roiled and ate at him.

“Crosshair?”

His eyes move up to the Sargent. He realizes he doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the image and he quickly moves to close it out.

“Sorry”

The apology goes unacknowledged as Hunter sits down across from his marksman. The pair mirror one another, resting their elbows on their knees.

“Were you going to tell us?”

The question makes Crosshair feel nearly as bad as the holoimages had. “I don’t know what I was planning on doing. I hadn’t figured it out myself yet.”

Hunter nods, “you realize the responsibility-“

A raised hand cuts him off, “do you all think I’m an idiot? That I haven’t thought about this- about her- them since I learned it could even be a possibility?”

“We wouldn’t know though would we- well Tech would- but the rest of us? We’re your brothers. And that woman...”

“Mari” Crosshair offers chastened.

“Mari and that baby, your daughter? They are our family, our responsibility to protect and care for almost as much as they are yours.”

Crosshairs head hangs down, he pulls in deep slow breaths because, yeah, he hasn’t even contemplated the way this news would affect his brothers. If the reactions of Wrecker and Tech were anything to go off he’d missed a very important point. Hunter sighs.

“When did you last speak with her?” There was no use in making him feel worse. It’s written across his face. Now was the time to lead and support.

“I saw her last time we stepped in Coruscant.” He catches the Sargent’s raised brow.

“And nothing since?”

“I sent her a flimsy- and some credits and... stuff” it sounds weak in his own ears.

“You’ve got a half-hour, a holo, and an empty barracks.” Hunter informs, rising to his full height, “my suggestion is you correct your shortsighted decision.”

———

The greedy sounds of nursing infant fill the single room apartment. Mari looks down softly at her daughter. Calla complains in a series of tiny grunts as her mother switches her from one breast to the other. She’s always hungry, only seeming to be content when she’s nursing or held close after a feeding. Mari has never been more in love with anything or anybody in her life. 

She’d often worried and wondered what she’d feel when her child would be placed in her arms. Before the birth, she hadn’t felt some deep bond to the little being that grew inside her but when the obstetric droid had placed the naked, squalling babe in her arms for the first time she’d nearly cried. The feeling so overwhelming and intense that it had threatened to overcome her. From the moment her eyes had locked with her daughters she’d known that she would do anything, give up everything to love and protect her.

Coming home had been a learning experience. She had to balance Calla’s needs with allowing herself to heal. She was tired, body exhausted in a way that felt like even the marrow in her bones had been used up.

The sound of the holo ringing startles her. She hasn’t had visitors nor has she had many well wishers calling. She reaches across the bed, attempting not to dislodge the infant falling asleep as her breast.

Crosshair’s image springs to life as she leans back, too tired to smother the surprise that flashes across her features. She hasn’t seen the sniper since… she thinks back on the last few months and realizes how long it’s actually been. She’s gotten his simple missive and his gifts and the credits of course but none of it was what she had really wanted, what she had really needed-

“Hey Kitten” The soothing rasp of his words is offset by the obvious anxiety lacing them. 

“Crosshair” Mari greets. At a complete loss for words, she waits. She watches him, eyes seemingly search her as if he’s in the same position. He breaks first. 

“I heard- you had the baby.”

Pulling in a steadying breath Mari readjusts the holo camera, widening the frame to show off the tiny bundle of blankets. She glances down and hears the marksman's ragged exhale.

“That’s-  we- we did that?” She can hear the same awe tinging his voice that she had felt the first time the baby girl had let out a cry.  Mari can’t help the small, tired smile that pulls at her lips. She’d known the moment she found out she was pregnant that the child was the clones. There had never been any questions in her mind or her heart. To hear him say we, to claim ownership, had moisture forming at the corner of her eyes. She wipes weakly and Crosshair frowns. 

“Mari... Kitten, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I know I’m not who you would have chosen. I’ve been banthashit through this whole thing but-”

“Shut up.” she says with no heat in her voice. She chokes through a small laugh “Crosshair, shut up. It’s hormones. I’m fine” she lies and he doesn’t call her on it. She’s thankful. 

He nods slowly, proceeding carefully as if she were live ordinance he wasn’t sure how to handle. “Ok. Did you get my package?”

Mari huffs out a sound as she reaches out of frame and grabs the DC-17 from her drawer. “This?”

Crosshair nods again, “I need to know you’d be safe. Both of you. The credits too. I’ll send more-”

“Do you want to know more about your daughter?” She asks the question she knows he’s afraid to ask. He looks relieved for her mercy as he nods. “What do you want to know?”

Chuckling nervously he rocks forward, hands propped on his knees, “Everything. I want to know if you were scared? How big is she? Is she giving you a hard time. What is it like?” He rubs a hand over his forehead, “What did you name her?”

“Her name is Calla.”

“Calla…” he tries the name out softly, saying it a second time to hear the way it sounds. He’s right, with the gentle gravel of his voice it sounds perfect. “it’s beautiful. Is she- is she healthy?”

The fear in his voice is palpable. It’s something she never thought she’d hear. “She’s so strong, Cross. Loudest lungs in the hospital. Ten fingers and ten toes. And always hungry.” as if on command Calla’s suction like grip to her mother's breast comes loose with an almost audible pop and her head lolls back. Mari nestles the milk drunk infant closer and Crosshair laughs a real laugh that warms and comforts any frayed nerves she may have had. “She’s not the biggest baby but you’d never know it. She’s got your attitude already.”

“Sexy and aloof?”

Mari can’t help the peel of laughter that escapes her lips startling Calla awake. The baby blinks grumpily as her mother readjusts her to face the camera. “Needy is more like it.” she murmurs down at the babe “Alright grumpy girl. Take a look at your Daddy.” she encourages as the baby gives a gummy yawn and begins to fall back asleep, a dribble of milk catching at the corner of her mouth. 

“Daddy…” he tests out the word like he’d tested out her name just moments ago.

“Is that ok?”

“It’s perfect.”

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[a-lil-perspective]

Asher (5 y.o): *runs up to Hunter with an excited smile*

Ba’vodu Hunter: *smiling real big* Little Man!

Asher: *goes for a fist bump*

Hunter: *bumps Asher’s tiny fist* What’s up, bud?

Asher: *turns his fist over*

*opens it*

*a frog jumps out on Hunter*

Hunter: What’s tha—AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

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This gives me Cross’buir or Uncle Crosshair vibes. XD

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Another continuation of yet another scenario where Crosshair will not let go of his baby son and his brothers are practically begging to hold the Ramser’ika but Crosshair is just *grumbly Buir noises*

Wrecker: AWW C’MON CROSS, lemme see the little man!!!

Tech: Yes Crosshair, it is common courtesy to introduce your brothers to your offspring.

Crosshair: *reluctantly hands over his Ramser’ika*

Wrecker: AW YEAH!!! *expertly handles Asher* *proceeds to roast Crosshair* WOAH, whose smile is THAT?! That’s definitely not Cross’s, HA!

Crosshair: >:(

Asher: *coos*

Crosshair: :)

Wrecker: He looks just like ya!! But less grumpy.

Tech: *peering over Wrecker’s shoulder* Yes I do believe you’re right.

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The difference between Papa Hunter and Cross’buir:

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Hunter: When you’re holding a baby and they lay their head on you.>>>

Crosshair: When you’re holding a baby and they randomly jerk their head to do a backflip out of your arms towards certain doom.

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Everyone sit down and listen so the Uncles are all just a little obsessed with saying Asher’s name.

Baby Asher is so attentive, the second his name is spoken he’s turning his lil head so fast in the direction of the voice and looking at his family with the widest, most perceptive eyes. His upper body can’t quite follow but his eyes, oh, his eyes don’t miss a thing. The Uncles (and his papa) take turns just calling him and watching his eyes follow with delight. They really just get a kick out of it.

Crosshair especially.

He’s sitting on the floor with his little guy, not too close (and never too far away), merely a few paces from his baby sniper as he observes him in play.

All of a sudden he’s saying, “Asher,” in that low, sweetly familiar tone, and the infant immediately perks up. His eyes are still a little unfocused and he can’t quite yet hold his head up but he knows who his family is and when Asher meets his Ram’ser papa’s eyes with a little coo Crosshair just smiles.

Crosshair: *smirking* Asher.

Baby Asher: ( • . •)

Crosshair: *chuckles*

Baby Asher: (◉.◉)

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(Wait wait wait people think about my stuff??!)

😍❤️This is absolutely adorable!!!

I made another bebo Omega hehe

This time with daddy Hunter :3

Also thought about @a-lil-perspective's universe while drawing. So it double functions for uncle Hunter with one of Crosshair's Ramser'ikas hihi

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The first time a Hunter Junior offers Crosshair a flower. :)

Cue Crosshair, trying to reel in his deer-in-the-headlights look as he looks down at the beaming toddler below. Holding out a scraggly flower between her chubby fingers and babbling something he’s too frazzled to understand. He merely took her outside to play and suddenly he’s being presented with an obscure peace offering. His pulse quickens as he sees Cyare watching him out of the corner of his eye.

He would probably accept the flower, simply because it seemed like the least terrifying option in this new, unfamiliar reality.

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“Birikad” is a baby carrying harness in Mando’a and I am. vibrating.

Anyway Ba’vodu Hunter carrying baby Asher around in a birikad.

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Both Hunter and Crosshair each have a respective ‘r’ in their name that the Bad Batch babies cannot say.

Ba’vodu Huntow and Cwoss.

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Hunter: What the F*ck…

Tech: Why the F*ck?

Wrecker: Who the F*ck!?

Asher: What is… “F*ck?”

Dee and Crosshair: 👁👄👁 😐

XD They are not very happy LOL. I can hear sweet, little inquisitive Asher going, “What is… fuck?” all innocently.

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Literally sleeping in Ba’vodu Cwoss’s bed was not planned lol, Hunter never told him to expect it, because they don’t sleep in Hunter and Cyare’s bed at home. At Crosshair and Auntie’s though, they do.

Cross comes in one evening to behold three or four Huntlings sprawled across his bed, blinking at him so sweetly unlike Delana who he’s quickly deciding is most definitely the mastermind behind this.

Crosshair somehow manages his way onto his delegated corner of mattress while the girlies fidget in excitement next to him. It was going to be a long night.

Especially when the baby decides she needs all five of her stuffed toys in the already cramped bed with them. XD Crosshair is appointed to hold one. “Mr. Papa”, he thinks. The names are constant changing.

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Just some Ba’vodu Crosshair dialogue/energy/vibes I guess lol I don’t know what to call this. Random dialogue I come up with that I keep in a list like this and thought I’d share.

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“We’re too young for this.”

“Bold of you to assume I have kids.”

“We don’t do the ‘giving up’ thing in this household.”

“I thought it was your turn to babysit?”

“You are not allowed in the kitchen.”

“I get it, we’re angry but can we not kill each other?”

“Why are you all in my bed?”

“I need sleep.”

“Whose turn is it today.”

“You want a happy meal?”

“I won’t forget the snacks… just go and play.”

“What happened to your braid I just did.”

“Did you take your medicine?”

*under his breath* “Your pops packed a ton of stuff—”

There’s more where that came from. XD