#but man I feel so sad for crosshair :(

[moisesmyles]

Crosshair, recovering: Health must come first, or else evil can't prosper

[neon-junkie]

How would TBB react to seeing the reader about to leave on a night out dressed up in a super hot outfit?

Gender-neutral reader, but feminine presenting. Words like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' are used!

Hunter - Even with half of his face tattooed, he still manages to blush through the thickness of the ink. - He's truly lost for words. - Hunter has an adorable stutter as he compliments, "wow, you look… nice- I mean, incredible. Good. Beautiful?" - Hunter then facepalms as he scolds himself for picking "nice" as his first compliment. Ugh, you look so much more than nice! - You'll both be giggling as Hunter takes a deep breath, and begins going into detail about how good you look, highlighting the specific parts that really stand out to him. - You're heading out with friends, but Hunter is quietly hinting that he wants to come along. Totally not because he's jealous or anything, but because he hopes to meet your friends, right? The friends that he's met several times before? Yeah! - Tell him that you'll still be looking this good when you come back home later tonight, and he'll get the hint. - However, he may need to leave a fresh mark or two on your neck, just to get the point across that you're taken.

Echo - This poor, poor man is going to turn the deepest shade of red when he finally sees you. - Why, just WHY did you have to wear that specific outfit that he loves so much?! And you're going out without him too?! Oh, what a tease! - Echo is lost for words as he gushes over you. He feels like it's his wedding day - How is he this lucky? How did he land an angel like you? - There's a tear in his eye as you smother him in kisses, reassuring him that you're all his, that you're the lucky one for being with him, that you can't wait to come home and snuggle up with him later. - Echo doesn't ask for much, but he would like to be kept in the loop on your whereabouts. Purely for your own safety! - "And when you reach the next bar, just comm me. Your friends have my comm number too, don't they? If anything goes wrong, and you want picking up-" blahblahblah. - One final smother in reassuring kisses, and you're good to hit the town!

Wrecker - His mouth instantly hangs open, his eyes turn wide, and his facial expression swiftly turns into a grin as he comments, "HOT!!" - You know in cartoons where the character's mouth drops open, and they begin howling and barking? Yeah, that's Wrecker. - Seriously, you look hot, and Wrecker's going to ensure that you know it. - "Look at you! I can't believe I got myself an angel as sweet as you!" - He'll mention how he's sad that he's not tagging along, but he'll assure you that it's important you spend your time with your friends. - Wrecker isn't as clingy as he seems. After all, he'll be right here, waiting for your return. - And when you do return, all your hangover needs will be met. A tall glass of water waiting for you, a midnight snack, breakfast in bed, and a big buff man to cuddle you back to health!

Tech - This will go one of two ways: - Option one: Tech eyes you up and down, and with a firm nod, he comments, "that is suitable attire for your evening. I hope you enjoy yourself." - Option two: Tech's brain short circuits. He can barely muster up a thought, let alone a comment. Radio silence, but his expression says it all. - Either way, Tech is more than impressed with your outfit choice, and how stunning you look. He just… struggles to find the words, like a deer in the headlights. - Give him a few moments, and you'll be met with suitable praise. "How exquisite you look, a truly elegant and radiant creature." - Tech can't pinpoint one specific word to describe how beautiful you look, so instead, he selects the most complex and in-depth ones. He doesn't want to rely on a 'standard compliment.' - A few kisses later, and you're off to meet your friends. All the while, Tech begins pacing around the Marauder like a lost puppy. He needs to keep himself occupied until you return!

Crosshair - He's instantly thirsty for you, smiling cheekily as he eyes you up, gawking at the sight of you. - Crosshair has a way with words, and spews out his praise, all whilst kneading at your waist, his hands trailing down to grab your ass whilst he steals a handful of kisses from you. - And then it dawns on him… - You're going out with your friends tonight, not him… - Jealousy swiftly takes over, and his compliment turn into teasing (yet petty) jabs. Nothing to hurt your feelings, though. - "Any reason why you're wearing this tonight? Do you need more attention? Am I not enough for you?" - Whilst his tone is teasing, there's a desperate need for validation. - Yes, he knows you'd never be stupid and hurt him, but… can you please remind him one more time? - Don't be surprised when you leave, and minutes later, Crosshair sends you a holotext. "Comm me if you need anything, Beautiful."

[the-bi-space-ace]

I’m in a Mood™️ so here’s what our favorite clones are like when they want attention:

Echo:

It depends on who he wants attention from tbh. With Fives, Tech, or Crosshair? He’s such a little shit. Has the patience of a tooka that’s grumpy he’s not getting enough pets. Is rather forward about wanting attention, though, which is shocking for him considering he’d rather bleed out than ask for help. Attention is different though. With everyone else he can play up his charms. He’s persuasive and will use his powers of “sweetness” to get what he wants.

Crosshair:

Did I hear someone say cause problems? Yeah. He’s gonna cause problems. He’ll be super grumpy but never say a damn word about what he wants. Best believe he’ll be a little shit on purpose in order to get attention: positive or negative. Any attention is good attention. Also acts like an impatient pets-starved tooka but he’ll bite to get his way instead of head butting. He teases, pokes or prods, makes a fuss out of embarrassing things his squad has done. All to get them to retaliate so he gets what he wants. Little shit.

Tech:

Straight forward man. He’s not shy about asking for attention and he will be honest about it. No grumping although sometimes he’ll get tetchy before he recognizes what it is he wants. He simply interrupts when he wants something. Echo is on his comm and Tech comes up to him, says nothing, takes the comm, turns it off, then starts rambling.

Wrecker:

He’s gonna play. I’m talking roughhousing, pillow fights, tickling, anything for some physical affection. When he’s gone a real long time without any attention he gets sad. Maybe even pouts. Not as sulky as Crosshair can get but he sure does play the kicked mastiff well with those big eyes of his.

Hunter:

Man can’t even ask for a cup of caf let alone affection. Gets cranky and ends up taking a nap instead of just, idk, asking for a damn hug. Has to be bullied into accepting it like it’s the worst thing ever. Dramatic behavior. Almost as bad as Crosshair for fucks sake. Echo nearly tackled him one day bc he kept moping and it was driving Echo up a wall. When the two of them both want attention at the same time just let Echo at him. He’ll wear him down, he’s good at that. No one can resist tooka eyes from Echo.

Rex:

Rex will always suggest an activity he knows the other person likes. It’s his sneaky way to ask to spend time together because he’s sure they won’t say no. He doesn’t like that cafe but Fives does so he’ll suggest it for lunch for some one on one time.

Cody:

Refuses to admit to needing anything he’s big and tough no need to give him anything. He will start to isolate if he’s feeling too itchy for attention. It makes him feel weird that he needs Something. Ridiculous man. Pulls away when he wants to be closer. It’s easier for him with Rex, Echo, or Fives because he’ll just show up and tell them they’re doing something with him and they follow. Anyone else? Can’t do it. Won’t do it. Will show off sometimes to impress his general for some positive feedback.

Fives:

He’s up front about it! But he’s gonna use pestering to get his way! Echo won’t even get a day without Fives trying to bother him for some attention. He gets under Rex or Cody’s skin to get a reaction. They know he’s doing it on purpose and they humor him anyway.

[echo-lover]

Why are you watching this, it's for kids. Focus on life, find yourself a partner, have your own family. You are an adult. Grow up.

You don't understand it. This is not just a series...

This series gives me a chance to feel like a kid again. I find comfort, safety and care in the arms of characters who mean the world to me. I experience each of their moments of sadness, each of their smallest joys, as if they were my own. This is my home, my safe space. I love them with all my heart. Thank you Star-Wars for my beautiful family.

I love Wrecker because he always managed to put a smile back on my face, even when I was having the worst day ever. His cheerful personality makes it impossible not to like him. Sometimes he is just a child, trapped in a large man's body. Behind all this muscles and enormous strength that can easily hurt you, there is a soft heart made of gold. He can be gentle, soft, even quiet if he has to. He would do absolutely everything for his family. He is also way more intelligent than he might think. The way he takes care of Omega melts my heart every time. Kids love him and he loves kids.

I love Tech because he can quickly adapt to situations. His voice is so special... I could listen to him for hours and never get tired of his facts about everything he saw and heard on his missions. He showed me that being smart is not something I should be ashamed of. His voice is calming, gives me comfort... I love his little jokes and moments where he was just a little savage in conversations. Even though he processes moments and thoughts differently, he is still able to share his own feelings with Omega. She helped him open up and show the part of himself that he kept closed from the world, even from himself. He loved his family so much that he sacrificed himself for their safety, paying the biggest price. He is worth every tear I shed for him (and there were so many).

I love Echo because I see a part of myself in him. He has been with me from the very beginning of my journey with Clones, and is one of the most important characters for me. I relate to him for many personal reasons. Even though he has experienced so much evil in his life, he is still able to be gentle, caring and show love to those who were closest to him. I especially love his bond with Omega, they both understand each other through their traumas, and way more. Omega quickly became the most important to Echo, but he couldn't give up on fighting, even for her. He felt that he has to somehow compensate for all the lost years when he was a prisoner on SkakoMinor. His honor, loyalty and courage inspire me every day. And his tenderness and softness touch my soul deeply. I could talk about him for hours and never get bored. I wish I'd be able to give him the biggest and warmest hug, and tell him how important he is to me.

I love Crosshair because he's the type of character I could easily hate, but I don't. In fact Cross is very close to my heart, I feel sorry for him and I want to help him get back to his old self. He is so much more than what the Empire has done to him. This sniper who never misses, who doesn't have to use his muscles to hurt - words are enough for him - silent, yet sharp. Precise, accurate, always on point. Confident, knowing his skills. Painfully honest, but needing to prove his worth to others at the same time. I know there is this soft side of him, hidden, but it is there for sure. The side that loves his brothers and little sister more than his own life. He need some time to understand that he is worth all the love in the Galaxy and I hope that Omega will help him to realize, that his brothers never really left him. They would take him back, if he just wanted...

I love Hunter because he makes me feel safe. I can't put it into words, but he's a character that reminds me of home... a loved one that I lost some time ago. He is so much like my dad at some point and his bond with Omega is so special for me. I know he's not perfect, he makes mistakes just like everyone else, but he always wants to do the right thing. He is a leader, not the one that only gives orders, but he is more like the head of the family who protect them - a father. He always puts his family first and is willing to do anything for them. For any of them, including Crosshair. He often doesn't give direct orders, just suggestions. His squad is not just soldiers, but they are his brothers, his closest family. His priorities changed when Omega appeared in his life - a child in need of a family, who trusted him and gave him love that he had never received before. From a soldier, he became a father, who would give everything for his daughter's safety and joy. His relationship with Omega is the most important to me. I loved him from the first moment and I could talk about him for hours, just like about Echo. I will always defend him. No matter what.

I love Omega because she took the best parts of each of her brothers. She is fearless, brave, strong and ready to defend her family until the very end. She's just a sweet little girl who can't have a normal childhood. She's different, just like her brothers, and she's so proud of it. She is not afraid to show her individuality. But even though she is strong and brave, she is still just a child. She needs love, protection... family... and Bad Batch gave it to her... a home, a safe place, loving brothers... Words cannot describe how important she is to me. Now she has changed so much, she is no longer this little Omega from first season... I think she becomes so much like Hunter.

[stars-n-spice]

Recently had a LOTR/The Hobbit marathon with the siblings so have TBB watching LOTR/The Hobbit headcanons:

Once or twice a year they'll sit down and have these marathons - usually while also eating a big Hobbit-styled meal

First started with Echo wanting to show Omega the movies and while they were watching them together, the rest of the Batch came to sit and watch too

Crosshair at first was like "Tch. Nerds, you like this shit?" and then Aragorn popped onto the screen and suddenly Crosshair was very invested (in the plot, of course)

Wrecker enjoys it for the action and thinks the Elves are cool while Hunter watches it because they all watch it and he doesn't want to be left out (he has no idea what's going on but Tech keeps him informed and updated)

Crosshair has a crush on Aragorn while Wrecker has a crush on Lady Arwen

Hunter attempted to bleach his hair ONCE because Legolas inspired him (it did not go well)

Crosshair took up archery because of Legolas and is very good at it

Tech: "Did you know in this scene, Viggo-"

Omega always quotes the "I am no man" scene before immediately attacking the nearest brother to her with a pillow

Hunter will also quote the war speeches Theoden and Aragorn give before riding out into battle and only Omega and Wrecker find it entertaining (they'll scream "DEAAATHH!!" after him)

Echo and Tech are the only ones who've read the books (Omega is in the process but it's a struggle)

Crosshair totally does not get emotional over Faramir and Boromir - oh no definitely no he doesn't cry when Faramir asks his dad if he'd rather he died over Boromir

Actually they are all emotional over Boromir's death

Also for that matter, Crosshair totally does not get super emotional over Samwise and how utterly loyal he is to Frodo - nope definitely not!

They play "take a shot every time Pippin fucks up something" while watching

Every time there's an Orc on the screen they'll point at each other and go "That's you." or "Wow, I can't believe you're in this movie too."

Y'know that scene in Helm's Deep when Aragorn comes through the door?? Yeah. Crosshair nearly fainted.

Gollum freaks Wrecker the fuck out and Crosshair revels in this fact because he can do the voice

When Omega saw the Hobbit for the first time she was so upset about Killi dying that she didn't talk to Tech and Echo for a few days because she was like, "Why would you make me watch this?? >:'( That was so sad!!"

for that matter Wrecker was also crying when Killi died and then Bilbo's reaction to Thorin's death had all of them crying/tearing up

Crosshair hates watching the Hobbit because everyone always brings up how much him and Bilbo are alike (in terms of sass)

Though that one scene in BotFA where Bilbo is showing Thorin the acorn and talking about planting it, the first time Crosshair saw that and saw how Thorin was looking at Bilbo the man fucking melted and now holds all potential partners to that standard (and to Aragorn)

Tech: "Well, now that we've finished watching the entire series, who wants to watch the extended cut?" - "THERE'S MORE!?!"

Feel free to add on!

[charlieisannoying]

A perfect case for my certain skillset

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Platonic CF 99 X Jedi!GNReader Summary: Clone Force 99 is getting a Jedi, as if that could ever work out for the band of misfits. The worst thing? They're not even getting a General. First meetings will always go a little sideways, but the Force will right things in the end (Or so Hunter is told.) Word Count: 2,215

Hunter was tired.

He could feel a headache slowly blossoming under his skull, burrowing itself deeper and deeper, setting alight every nerve–

This was not the right moment for this. He had a mission to do.

It was simple, really.

They haven't been on the field that long anyways and they were a special case anyways. Their assignments, although they wrecked absolute havoc on the world around them were successes. They were still tasting the small bits of freedom between each missions, still overwhelmed with the fact that this was their life – the four of them against the world. While their... fondness over the regs was tested each and every time they came in contact with them, Commander Cody was a special case.

Even Crosshair was silent around that man, his snark nowhere to be found.

So when Commander Cody had commed him, letting him know that his pack, his own Clone Force 99, was supposed to get a handler... Well, Hunter was glad he wasn't alone when he received the news. He did not want to be the one to break the news to his brothers.

Still.

Getting a Jedi General was something even he was supposed to get used to.

It's not that he didn't want a superior officer or that he didn't like Jedi (although, truth to be told his experiences with other Jedi that Master Ti were rather... closer to 0 than any other number), but...

... he wanted to keep his brothers safe, close to himself and only himself. He heard through the ever evolving vod grape-vine that the Jedi were kind and understanding and they were all normal beings, not gods. His mind told him he was exaggerating, that it was in his very nature to protect his brothers...

But would his Jedi not only understand, but also listen to Tech's need to always fix something and explain and research? Will they leave Crosshair be and just exist in the presence of his brothers after a particular rough mission? Will they see how smart Wrecker is or will they just see his bulk and write him off.

Well. Clones were nothing if not adaptable.

'You don't have to be nervous about it.'

Cody's eyes were kind when he said it. They also seemed sad, but that couldn't possibly be true. Commanders knew how and when to say things. Commanders gave orders that no other clone could. Commanders swallowed their grief.

'I am not in the position to reveal anything but...' the Commander's nose flared and he bit on the inside of his cheek, as if searching for the right words. '...this assignment of the Jedi to your batch is more for the well being of themselves than a punishment to you boys.'

As if.

Look, Hunter could agree that their plans were wild, reckless and often enough sputtered into nothingness as soon as a mission started. But they accomplished their missions. They always were successful.

But siccing a Jedi on them?

This would never solve their... creative solutions for their already dangerous missions.

'When should we expect to report under our Jedi then, sir?' Tech's voice was crisp and perfectly measured, skilfully hiding how he felt in that moment from everybody. Well, everybody except Hunter. He could hear Tech's heartbeat skip in a pretty concerning way every so often and could start smelling his anxieties over the matter.

At that question, Cody allowed himself once grimace.

'That's your first job. Your Jedi Commander has... left our ship without telling us where they were going and we were called to aid the 501st.' What? Hunter's impending headache must have messed up his hearing, because why would a Jedi just... leave? Cody continued on, bringing Hunter back to the briefing. 'Their comm was last online in one of the lower levels of the city. It would be wise to check first some of the bars without attracting any unwanted attention.'

Lower levels? Bars? It seemed that all of his brothers were having the same reaction because they all had the what in Prime's tits is doing their Jedi in a bar face.

Something must have taken the Commanders attention away from them and their bewildered faces, because he didn't comment on their lack of response. Before he closed, he did wish them good luck, and that must have meant something, right?

By the sound of Tech's tapping on his data pad, Hunter was sure that every tidbit of information over their Jedi would be soon in their hands. He could always count on his brother's

'Wait, what did he mean by Jedi Commander?'

—

His headache was definetly getting worse.

This was the fifth? Or was it the sixth bar they searched? The vibrations of the bass and drums sent painful spikes from his skull down to his finger tips. This was promising some very painful next few days. And if they wouldn't find thei Jedi, his headache will become even worse and then Crosshair will see it, because of course the little shit was just as observant as his eyesight was perfect and–

'I just say we leave this damn Jedi find us instead. We're soldiers, not babysitters.'

Ah, kark it.

This was absolutely perfect. Now he also got Crosshairs snark to add of the things that were annoying him in that moment.

The lights were blinding him.

The music was getting louder and louder and he couldn't think, his brother's arm on his shoulder was like sand paper on his skin, although he had both his blacks and his armour on and why was the music so karking loud–

'You okay there buddy?'

If Hunter was at his peak he would notice that you were holding a fuzzy, colorful drink in your hands, the type that would come with small umbrellas and would wreck anyone in two gulps. Except he couldn't smell the alcohol. At all.

Your clothes seemingly resembled Jedi robes, the teal outer robes mixing with a tan tunic and brown pants. Small dots littered your sleeves, as if they were painstakingly embroidered, slowly combating the simpleness of normal Jedi apparel. Your hair was stuck to your forehead as if you'd been jumping the whole night and your eyes–

Maker, your eyes.

He could say that they were pretty because they were surrounded by blue glitter, and lined with black as if you were trying to capture everyone around you. You didn't break contact with him, as if trying to scan and read and see right through him, a small glint in your eyes indicating nothing but trouble.

But no.

Your eyes were sad. As if you knew something he didn't, as if you've lost and lost and lost, and you couldn't quite believe that you won't lose again. Hunter just wanted to bundle you up and take you far away from the war that just takes from beings.

Where were these thoughts coming from?

There was something else.

All he could focus was that the sounds were...gone. All those terrible sounds that were scratching the inside of his brain did not make him want to keel over and cover his ears.

He could still hear his brother's heartbeats, Tech's tapping, Crosshair grinding his teeth over another toothpick (where was he getting them??) and Wreckers fiddling with bits of an explosive.

Even those accursed lights seemed dimmed.

'You with me, Sarge?' Your brows were furrowed, as if you were trying to read him. And in the end, who even were you, why would you care–

Oh.

You were his Jedi. Were you the reason this place was more bearable now? Could the force even do that?

Wrecker snorted. Wait, why was Wrecker laughing?

That weird glint returned to your face, a small smile pulling over your lips. 'It's a Force Bubble. Helps me with my own migraines, and I though it would help you too.' You continued, the frown making an appearance once again. 'You were projecting your pain quite...hm...strongly across the lower levels. And anyways, what is Clone Force 99 doing here? We were supposed to meet tomorrow.'

Did he say that out loud?

That admittedly subdued headache was going to be the end of him.

'Technically, it is tomorrow.' Tech's voice was a bit harsh, not like his usual calm and calculated cadence. Were his brothers also starting to feel the simmering anger rising? They were out there, trying to find them, and... what? Their Jedi thought that giving Hunter a small respite would fix everything?

Before his thoughts could spiral even further, you had the decency to look... not ashamed, but guilty.

'Ah, my apologies then. I just wanted to...' You mulled over your words, trying to find the perfect one. You seemed to do that a lot, as if being able to choose your own words was something new, something not yet experienced. '...well, just be a Jedi for one more night and not a Commander.' You're eyes crinkled slightly as you smiled, as if laughing at a joke.

Hunter wasn't aware Jedi's sense of humour was so subtle. In fact, he heard quite the opposite from various other Commanders. Returning his attention back to you, you seemed to be already thinking about something else. Your face was already angled towards the back of the bar, where a small raised platform was created. A guitar was nestled against a box pretending to be a stool. A microphone completed the set, as if beaconing courageous drunks to sing something.

It seemed not only Hunter noticed your divided attention.

'Something else you've got to do, Jedi?' Kark Crosshair and his big mouth. Hunter was not in the mood to fight a decommission report to save his dear, dear brother. His headache was threatening to become a migraine once again.

This seemed to catch your attention once again. Shoulders pulled back, the blue robes did not seem to swallow you anymore. A small quirk of your eyebrow betrayed your amusement.

'You've crashed my set, actually. You guys are not exactly low profile.' Set? Did you sing? Is that your drink was all for show? All sadness was gone for a moment from your eyes, a fierce glint taking its place. 'I'm sorry you're tired and cranky... Crosshair, is it? So why don't you get a nice little drink from the bar and enjoy the show, yes?' Paired with a sweet little smile, you took your leave towards the makeshift stage, blue robes trailing like a blaze behind you.

This did not feel like getting a handler anymore.

This was going to get much, much worse.

—

Despite his worse fears, no decommission request landed in Hunter's pile of folders or in his inbox. After the incident at the bar, Crosshair finally fell silent, which meant that Hunter was free to fall into blissful sleep in their barracks. They did not stay to see you perform, much to Wrecker's dismay, but he was sure Tech already sliced through the bars shoddy footage, only to satisfy his curiosity, if nothing else.

You took the closed quarters of the Marauder in stride, your face betraying nothing. Your heartbeat though...? Well, that told Hunter everything he needed.

It seemed that not only Clone Force 99 was anxious about this change.

'Anything I should steer clear off?' You're eyes were still darting around, as if you were taking it all in. Your question though, it warmed Hunter somehow. He knew viewed clones as people, but other nat-borns had other ideas, that were not nicely viewed in the GAR.

'Our lives?'

Even with his back turned around the momentarily least favourite brother, he could feel Crosshairs sneer.

Before even taking a breath to reprimand Crosshair again in less that 24 hours, Wreckers boisterous voice bounced against the ship's walls.

'HA, as if you could beat a Jedi, Cross.' Wrecker's huge form seemed to eclipse you for just a moment, before draping an arm around your shoulders. You seemed to dip a bit, before finding your footing and righting yourself again, without shrugging Wrecker off. This seemed to encourage Wrecker, as he quickly continued, a sharp grin forming on his face.

'Technically, don't touch anything of Crosshair's. Don't mess up my workspace.' Tech's eyes were glued to his data pad, but his finger was pointing to various parts of the ship.

Thank you, Tech and your perfect interruptions.

You're impassive face was slowly breaking apart, your cheeks twitching slightly. Even your heartbeat seemed to slow down, and you even seemed to lean more and more into Wrecker, as if you were leeching his body heat. You risked a glance towards Hunter, but quickly looked away when you noticed him analysing you.

He wondered if you were going to burst from trying to keep in your laugh.

'You can always take Lula!' Reaching towards his bunk, Wrecker dragged you along a bit, without realising that you were still somewhat trapped underneath his arm. He offered you the tooka doll, and Hunter really hoped this was not the moment Wrecker will get heartbroken from your response.

A genuine smile lighted up your face instead.

'Thank you.'

If it weren't for the proximity alarm going off in the cockpit, Hunter was sure of there was more to be said.

For now, they all had one job.

Complete the mission.

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[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hello!! Congrats on your 350 followers! I'm sure that number will just keep growing the more people read your fics! I'm so excited about your event.

You've written some of my favorite Hunter fics, so I'm going to stick with him.

Companion: Hunter

Luggage: Fluff and maybe Family? I wasn't really sure what the family would entail, but with Hunter maybe it could be something with Omega?

Destination: Hoth (I like the idea of the freedom and new beginnings, like maybe after everything is over and everyone is happy he can start fresh being a dad, not a soldier) and/or Pabu (relaxation and peace.)

Extra: If a female character could be included, that would be awesome also...maybe the fluff part...someone he could end up with that would be a great mom for Omega.

I'm not sure if that's possible, so take what you can use out of that and add in anything you need (just so it's Hunter and is a happy ending I will be excited!)

Thanks!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

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A Place Called Home

Determined to leave the fighting and running behind now that your little family are all together again, you settle into your new home in Upper Pabu.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: spoilers for S3, clowning that CX-2 is Tech, fluff, sweetness, domestic goodness, happy family times, all the kisses, reader treats Omega like a daughter, flirting, quirofilia (a thing for hands), very small reference to knife play, sprinkle of innuendos, implied night together.

“I’m thinking forest green on this wall and leaving the other three as they are.” You muse, glancing around the room at the four white walls.

Between the credits Omega and Crosshair acquired during their escape from Tantiss and the credits you procured after tying up some loose ends on Ord Mantell, you all could afford a beautiful home in Upper Pabu. 

The boys and Omega had been excited to finally have a house – to have their own rooms. With your little family reunited and Tech’s memories starting to return, you’d put your foot down. There would be no more fighting, no more running. Echo had opted to stay with Rex and take care of Tantiss, and you’d received news last night that they’d successfully freed all of the clones being held captive and razed the place to the ground.

Wrecker was sad to miss the explosions. Echo sent him a holovid of them as an apology. 

“Whatever you’d like, cyar’ika,” Hunter answers, setting down the last box of furniture in the centre of the room. It had taken a few trips to bring all the newly purchased items back to Pabu, every bit of space in the Marauder utilised, and you couldn’t wait to set everything up.

Turning, you offer Hunter a soft smile as he approaches. A light breeze wisps through the room, the doors to the balcony overlooking the ocean thrown open. The early morning sun was already warming everything up and casting a golden glow across the tranquil island. 

“You get a say too, my heart.” You remind him.

Hunter draws you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you lean against his chest. Without his armour, he can feel the warmth of your body against his own through the thin layers of civilian clothing you’ve picked out for him - a new wardrobe for a new chapter of life. “I’m not bothered what colour you paint the walls, just so long as you’re happy.”

Pulling back from the embrace, you look up at the man you adore and reach for the small comms unit in your pocket. “Cross…” You speak as you flick it on. 

The line crackles to life a moment later. “Yes?” The familiar drawl comes through.

“Can you please pick up some forest green paint, too?” You ask sweetly, and you can almost picture the sniper’s eye roll in the following silence. He’d headed out a short while ago with a list of items to buy from the island’s stores, Omega and Batcher in tow. The lurca hound’s strength was being used, pulling a small cart for purchases.

“Anything else?” Crosshair questions.

Thinking for a moment, there was nothing else you wanted to add to the shopping list. But you did have a little surprise for them. “I slid some extra credits into the pouch. Make sure the three of you stop off somewhere nice and get some breakfast. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Goody.” Crosshair deadpans.

Chuckling softly, you shake your head. “I mean it, Cross. No skipping meals.” You’d been trying your hardest to help him regain some of the weight he’d lost on Tantiss.

“Understood.” He replies, his tone more serious now. “We’ll grab something decent.”

“Great. We’ll see you soon.” You end the call and slip the comms unit back into your pocket.

“Spoiling them again, are we?” Hunter teases, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Playfully swatting at his arm, you offer him a grin. “Hey, they’ve been through a lot. They deserve nice things. You all do.”

“Fair point,” Hunter concedes, knowing that everything you do for him and his siblings is out of love and care. It was ingrained in your nature, and it’s part of why he’s been so drawn to you since you first met.

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of happiness and contentment wash over you. It still amazes you how far you’ve all come since the early days of the war. Back then, you never would have imagined ending up in this peaceful little corner of the galaxy, surrounded by people who care about you. “Come on, this furniture isn’t going to build itself.” You hate to break the moment, but you hadn’t been lying – it would be a long day to get the house ready to live in.

As you and Hunter assemble the furniture, the playful banter continues. Tools clink softly as you work, and occasionally, one of you laughs over a particularly amusing remark.

“You know, for a tough, stoic soldier, you’re surprisingly good at putting together furniture.” You tease, watching as Hunter carefully screws in a bolt.

He smirks, glancing at you. “I think you’ll find I’m a man of many talents.”

“And don’t I know it.” You murmur, handing him another piece of the dresser he’s assembling as your eyes rake over the length of his body before settling back on his deft hands.

Hunter can feel the weight of your gaze on him, smirk still firmly in place as he basks in your admiration. “Cyar’ika, you’re getting distracted.” He points out, voice low as his gaze flits across to you, nostrils flaring as he breathes in your scent.

“Can you blame me?” You ask, reaching out to slowly drag your fingers down his forearm towards his strong hands, enjoying the unrestricted access now he’s packed away his armour.

Hunter watches as you touch him, enjoying the warmth of the action. You’ve always been more physically affectionate - lingering hands and gentle caresses. It had taken some getting used to for his senses not to freak out at the contact. “I’m not even holding my vibroknife.” He teases.

“And now I’m thinking about that. Thanks.” You sigh, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as your hand curls around his wrist.

Your joint laughter echoes around the room, and Hunter can’t help but lean towards you, stealing another kiss. Everything with you had felt so easy since the very first day. “Later. At least let me build the bed first.” He chides playfully, but a glint of desire shines in his eyes. 

You concede with a nod, earning a smile from him before you let go of his wrist. You focus on building the furniture, even though desire still pools in your belly. Each completed piece is placed in the middle of the room, and old tarps from the Marauder are thrown over it to protect it from potential paint splatters. 

As you work, footsteps climbing the stairs interrupt your progress. Glancing towards the door, you see Crosshair and Omega with paint cans, while Batcher has a bag hanging from her mouth full of brushes and rollers.

“We’re back!” Omega announces cheerfully, setting down the paint cans she’d been carrying.

Crosshair follows behind her with a hint of amusement as he observes Omega’s exuberance. “Got everything on the list,” he states, holding several other cans.

You smile warmly at them both, grateful for their efforts. “Thank you, both of you,” you say sincerely, moving to inspect the cans of paint - the perfect amount for the room. Reaching for Batcher, you pry a few brushes and rollers from the bag in her mouth, giving her a gentle pet of thanks afterwards.

“What colours did you pick?” You ask, handing one of the cans to Hunter as he finishes laying down some tarps to protect the floor.

“Purple.” Omega answers, pointing to one of the cans Crosshair was holding.  

“Grey.” Crosshair chips in. “Yellow for Wrecker. Orange for Tech.” He adds, lifting some of the other cans. 

Omega grins, patting her thigh, which prompts Batcher to return to her side, the hound sitting next to her. “We’re all doing feature walls,” she explains happily.

“Trendsetter.” Hunter nudges you, grinning. 

You chuckle, enjoying Omega’s lightness and enthusiasm - after everything that had happened to her, she deserved to be a kid and enjoy the innocence that came with it. “Alright, the sooner we start, the sooner we can get the furniture in place and spend the night here.”

With that, the room fills with activity. Crosshair excuses himself to deliver the other paint cans and start making progress in his own room, whistling for Batcher to follow. The lurca hound is more than happy to trail after her favourite human.

As the door swings shut behind the sniper, Hunter pries open a can of green paint, pouring some into three trays and placing a brush with each. He hands one to Omega, the other to you, and he keeps the third one. 

As you all begin to paint, Omega takes the lead, happily painting broad strokes of green onto the wall, only able to reach halfway up it. You focus on the edges, painting neat lines, while Hunter fills in the top section that Omega can’t reach. 

Continuing to work, it isn’t long until you and Omega are side by side. Feeling cheeky, you swipe a finger through the paint on the end of your brush, calling the young girl’s name to catch her attention. As she turns to look at you, you strike, smearing a streak of green across her cheek. 

Omega gasps in surprise, her eyes wide as she stares at you in disbelief. Then, a mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Oh, it’s on now!” She declares, dipping her finger into the paint and flicking it at you with a giggle.

Your laughter melds with hers as the paint splatters your bare arm, and Hunter watches the exchange with amusement, shaking his head fondly at the playfulness between the two of you. He appreciates how you always try to give Omega a childhood, even when you all fled the Empire and worked jobs for Cid. The way you doted on her warmed his heart. “Alright, let’s keep it civil, you two.” He interjects, holding up a hand in a gesture of peace, as if this were a serious fight, though the smile on his lips gives the game away.

You and Omega exchange grins, and before Hunter has time to stop it, you both smear green paint across his face, covering the bridge of his nose and his tattooed cheek. 

“Oops.” You mutter in faux innocence, batting your eyelashes.

Hunter blinks, looking momentarily stunned before a slow grin spreads across his face. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He says, his tone teasing. Without missing a beat, he dips his finger into the paint tray and swipes it across your forehead, leaving a streak of green.

You gasp, feigning shock, before pouting. “Hey, no fair!” You protest, trying your hardest not to chuckle as Omega’s laughter fills the room.

Hunter steps forward, balancing the paint tray in one hand as he slides an arm around your waist, hauling you in. You’re radiant in the midday sunshine, eyes sparkling with mischief, the smear of paint across your forehead incredibly endearing. Dipping his head down, his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, tongue sliding against your lips teasingly before he breaks the connection, aware that you have an audience. Mouth ghosting across your cheek, he pauses as he reaches your ear. “I’ll paint you with something else later.” He rasps quietly, teasingly squeezing your side before he pulls away, heat burning in his gaze. 

Stunned into silence, warmth flushes through you. You watch, mouth agape, as Hunter returns to painting, completely unruffled. 

Omega calls your name, snapping you out of your. “Are you okay?” She asks, unsure what Hunter said to you, though she’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to know whatever it was. 

You blink, shaking your head slightly to clear your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You assure her with a smile. “Just got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Mhm.” Omega hums. She loves seeing you and Hunter openly affectionate and is still proud of the little stunt she pulled shortly after you all fled Kamino, which led to the two of you getting together. She’d always been intuitive and knew from the get-go that there was something between you. “Good, then stop slacking,” she teases, turning back to continue painting.

You rejoin her, and the playful banter and occasional laughter continue as you work together to finish painting the wall. The forest green paint covers the surface quickly, leaving behind a fresh, vibrant hue that transforms the room.

A sense of satisfaction washes over you as you step back to admire your handiwork. The colour stands out against the remaining white walls, adding a pop and some character. “It looks wonderful.” You remark, smiling at Omega and Hunter. “Great job, team.”

Omega beams with pride, placing her paintbrush back onto the tray.

“How about we take a break and grab an early dinner?” Hunter glances towards the windows, making a rough guess at the time.

The idea of a break sounds appealing, and you nod in agreement. “Sounds like a plan. I’m starving.”

“How about a barbecue?” Hunter suggests, figuring it was worth the little extra time it would take compared to rustling something up in the kitchen. “We can grill some food outside and enjoy the nice weather.”

“Sounds perfect.” You agree. “Go fire up the grill. Omega and I will tidy up in here.”

Giving you a small kiss, Hunter heads out to the backyard to start the grill, leaving you and Omega to clean up the painting supplies and put away the tarps. It doesn’t take long, and once the room is tidied up, you and Omega make your way outside to join Hunter. The smell of cooking food fills the air, making your stomach grumble, and there’s already a small spread of food on the table.

“Looks like you’ve got everything under control,” you remark, stepping behind Hunter to wrap your arms around his waist as he mans the grill.

A huff of laughter leaves Hunter. “When have I not had things under control?”

“You do not want her to answer that.” Tech’s voice cuts through the moment as he steps out into the yard to join you all, along with Wrecker and Crosshair. Although Hemlock’s reconditioning had stolen most of his memories, he’d spent his life recording everything and was working through clips to see if they jogged anything in his mind. Between that and all the stories you all shared, snippets were starting to come back to him.

The boys and Omega slide into chairs around the table. You chuckle at the remark and the thin press of Hunter’s lips, knowing full well that there have been plenty of times when his plans haven’t gone smoothly. “Alright, everyone grab a plate,” you call out, gesturing to the spread of food laid out on the table as you place down another one. 

“I’m starvin’,” Wrecker exclaims, reaching for a few Nuna drumsticks. The rest of the group follows suit, filling their plates with delicious food and settling around the table. The atmosphere is relaxed and cheerful, and laughter and conversation fill the air as you enjoy the meal together.

As you eat, contentment washes over you. You’d fought so hard for this - moments where you could enjoy each other’s company and revel in life’s simple pleasures. Your little family deserves it after everything that’s happened, and you soak it in, feeling grateful that the Kaminoans assigned you as a liaison to the boys all those years ago.

Once everyone has eaten, Crosshair cleans up the grill while the rest of you remain around the table, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, and eventually, the conversation turns to plans for the rest of the day. “We should start putting the furniture where we want it in our room.” You suggest, glancing at Hunter.

“I’ll help with the heavy lifting!” Wrecker volunteers, already pushing back his chair and getting to his feet. The rest of you smile at his enthusiasm.

As a unit, you clear the table, gathering up the remaining dishes before heading back inside. With everyone pitching in, the process goes quickly. It also takes little time for Wrecker and Hunter to put the bedroom furniture where it belongs. The newly painted wall is mercifully already dry, thanks to Pabu’s heat. 

With a shout of thanks to Wrecker as the big man leaves your room, you let out a deep exhale. This is home now. And you can’t quite believe how lucky you are. 

Crossing the room, you step onto the small balcony overlooking the ocean. Your hands wrap around the warm metal railing, and you take a moment to close your eyes and let it sink in. As you stand there, basking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze, you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Opening your eyes, you turn to see Hunter stepping out onto the balcony, a small smile playing on his lips as he joins you. 

“Enjoying the view?” He asks, his voice quiet and gentle.

You nod, turning back to face the water, leaning against the railing as you see the endless ocean stretching out before you. “It’s gorgeous,” you reply, glancing over your shoulder at him. “Almost as gorgeous as you.”

Hunter shakes his head, flattered by the compliment but mad at himself for not seeing that you’d snatch the low-hanging fruit. He steps closer, pressing up against your back as he wraps his arms around you. You lean into his embrace, relishing the warmth and strength surrounding you.

“I’m glad we’re here.” He murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Me too.” You whisper, letting go of the railing with one hand to intertwine your fingers with his. “I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.”

For a moment, you simply stand there together, enjoying each other’s company and the moment’s tranquillity. The world fades away, leaving only the two of you and the gentle sound of the waves below. Even the boys’ noise around the table in the yard, teaching Omega how to play Sabacc, fades into the background.

Eventually, Hunter breaks the silence, his voice soft and affectionate. “I love you.” He says, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You reply. “More than anything.”

Happy, Hunter dips his head down, his nose finding the crook of your neck. In slow motion, he drags it up the length of your throat towards the back of your ear, breathing in your scent.

The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you tilt your head slightly to give him better access, relishing in the moment’s intimacy. His lips brush against your skin, feather-light and achingly tender, sending a rush of warmth through your veins. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch, his breath hot against your ear.

“Think it might be time to paint my favourite masterpiece…” He murmurs, his voice heavy with desire. 

You inhale sharply at his words, hand tightening around his own as desire curls through you. Turning in his arms, you press your lips to his in a passionate kiss, hands reaching up to hold his handsome face. 

Heat courses through Hunter as he grasps your rear, taking control of the kiss as he steps backwards into the room, drawing you along with him. 

There was a new bed to break in. 

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[green-alm0nd]

[The Bad Batch x gn!reader (headcanons)]: Coming home.

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Your batcher has been gone for quite a while, and you can't wait to hug him, bury your face on their neck, and finally be together again...

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WARNINGS: Fluff, comfort, neck kisses, cuddles, slightly suggestive in Crosshair's part and cursing. I wrote this at three am, not proofread.

Enjoy!

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You feel the pitter patter of the rain, falling down the window panel of you and your Batchers' apartment; the sound a comforting lullaby. For two weeks now, you've been waiting for a specific someone to knock on your door.

And it happens.

You leave everything you're doing and run to the door and open it to see...

HUNTER:

He's the type not to waste a second.

He'd let a few moments for the situation to sink in, but he'd hug you tightly after those moments. His eyes would even fill with tears, wrapping his strong arms around your body. He hid his face on the crook of his neck; smelling your comforting smell, breathing you in.

"I've missed you so much." He whispers, pulling away for a second to stare at you. Your eyes would also fill with tears, happily flowing through your cheeks. "I've missed you too."

You pressed his forehead against yours, both of you smiling like two idiots in love.

After settling in, and taking his codpiece off, he'd kiss you softly. He is very gentle and caring, making sure both of you are enjoying the kiss.

"Have you eaten?" You ask.

"Yeah."

"I mean if you've eaten something good, not those rations." You reply.

"Uh- not really, no." I responds.

You smile and lead him the kitchen, both preparing dinner.

ECHO:

"Hey, mesh'la. I'm home."

He'd give you a gentle smile, opening his arms for you to hug him. It didn't take long before he embraced you in a tight hug, kissing your forehead.

"Woah there...missed me too much?"

You laugh tenderly, looking at his honey eyes. "Yes." You reply, going back to hugging him.

I have the feeling Echo would want to cuddle with you, after some time of being apart. Jed probably take his codpieces and prosthetics off, and get to bed.

Let's be honest, Echo loves feeling you close. It's his comfort thing, and you'd happily grant him those cuddles.

He would spend the night telling you stories - that you thought were fantastic fairytales - and you'd fall asleep, hearing his comforting voice.

He was finally home.

WRECKER:

He will give you the tightest, longest, warmest and most beautiful bear hug in the history of bear hugs. This goofball is a sucker for hugs and kisses, and his hugs make kisses impossible to happen.

"Why don't you come inside?" You ask, smiling.

"Haven't had the time to hug ya" He replies, with a pout.

You chuckle softly, kissing his lips.

"Come on...let's get inside."

He passes through the door, and smiled at the closeness of the apartment.

Wrecker would probably take a bath while you read a book, or wait for him to come out. Once he does, he'd pull you into yet another hug and carry you to bed.

He'd probably play with your hair, wether it's long or short. He loves the feeling of comfort it gives him, and secretly to you too, embracing it.

TECH:

I have the feeling Tech would come back very late, like 0200 am. You're definitely sleeping at that point.

He'd quietly open the door, closing it as quietly. For the first time, he'd put his datapad down, searching for you.

After he realises you're in bed, he'd take his armour off, take a quick shower, and head to where you were sleeping peacefully.

He brushed a hair strand out of your face, admiring your beauty. Wether you're a man, woman, trans, genderfluid, non binary or anything else, he'd consider your beauty fascinating.

After placing himself as the big spoon, he'd pepper tender kisses to the back of your neck, making you wake up.

"Tech...?"

Tech hums in response.

"Yes, it's me. I did not know you weren't sleeping." He remarked.

You laugh tenderly.

"I've missed you."

Tech pulls his glasses away, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Missed you too."

CROSSHAIR:

Sad Crosshair needs kisses, after going back come. However, he will never accept that.

"Crosshair! You're back!" You hug his close.

"Fuck off."

"Hey! What did we say about not being mean?" You pout.

Crosshair smirked in response.

"I know, kitten. I just like your reaction."

I have the feeling Crosshair likes to eat before he goes anywhere. So, he'd probably eat something quick while having a conversation with you.

Crosshair is not a cuddle man, but he does show love - in his ways-. So, he'd probably climb on top of you and kiss your neck. He'd whisper 'I've missed you' or 'Good to be back.'

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[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x13: Into the Breach

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Oh you know how excited I got during this one

Tantiss in the sun??? That's unusual

MOUSE DROID!

The kids are all so sad. This is heartbreaking 😭

This moment seems like a prime time to contact Echo just saying

*gasp* SHIP! PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S WHO I THINK IT IS

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH HE'S BACK!!!

Hunter and Echo's little handshake always makes me soft 🥰

"That hydro snake" glad to have you and your snark back, Echo

THE QUIRKED EYEBROW 😭 I missed him so much 🫶

Hahahahahaha Wrecker and Crosshair's joint "YES"

"Well you've been demoted" Echo is not putting up with Rampart's bs and I love him for that

I really miss Hunter's scarf this season. I wish he kept it 🥲

Also petition for Echo to get a Kama again!

Oooooh she sneaky

Not sure what she's going to do with one small stick but I trust her

THEY STRIPPED THE ARMOUR WTF

I mean it kinda looks like how it used to tbf but I got used to the paint 🥺

Hahahahaha I love that they didn't change the clothing underneath. They stripped the colour off their armour to be stealthy and yet are still walking around with brightly-coloured underclothing

Ugh the fact that Crosshair looks the closest to an Imperial like this makes me upset 😭

"I've missed this" Of course you have you smug bastard

"I don't think so" Echo really does not give a shit about Rampart and I don't blame him

Real subtle Hunter

"Err Captaining" WRECKER I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Thinking back to how Echo used to be the rule follower and would try and stop his batchmates from stepping out of line and now he's pushing around an ex-Vice Admiral while breaking into an imperial base to go and break Omega out of a highly-secure imperial lab. He's grown so much 🥺🫶

Noooooo I don't like that. Echo having to sneak onto a heavily guarded ship by himself stresses me out

"Wonderful. We're all going to die" Look, I may hate this man, but some of his line deliveries crack me up

You'd think the wall tiles in a top secret imperial lab would be more secure than that but okay

I'm not sure how Echo managed that slide roll thing off the top of the container but damn it was smooth af 🤩

HE WENT UP THE FUCKING DROID CHUTE 😭 THIS MAN I SWEAR TO GOD

Like that would be such a Fives plan and Echo has just embraced that chaos

Wrecker casually strolling off the ship with an imperial slung over his shoulder (while wearing his hat) 🤣

THIS EPISODE IS NOT GOOD FOR MY HEART RATE

THAT LANDING WAS TOO CLOSE FOR MY LIKING

New episode and I fucking loved this one! Still feel like we have a lot to wrap up in the last two episodes but there was a good balance of humour, action and tension

ALSO ECHO FINALLY CAME BACK!!! I missed him so much 🥺

[ledbytheunknown]

Pro Memoria

Summary: Crosshair alone in his cell on Mount Tantiss reflects on his life, his choices and all that brought him to that point.

Word count: 1590

Warnings: There is talk of pain, angst, medical issues and contemplation of death. Thoughts or regret and sadness

A/N: Written for @swprequels-big-bang The art is amazing and I just know you will al love it as much as I do when you see it.

it can be found here

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" Don't you forget about dying

Don't you forget about your friend death

Don't you forget that you will die "

Crosshair sat alone in the cell on Mount Tantiss, no natural light reached this far in. The garish industrial lights often hurt his eyes, making his head fill with the pain of a migraine. He’d lost count of the days, everyone being the same monotonous routine. Wake a morning serving of sustenance that made the old republic rations look like a gourmet meal on Canto Bight. Guards moving him to a lab samples taken from his right hand, the repeated jabs left his hand feeling weak and at times it had a tremor. 

In the beginning he would be taken to a chamber much like the one Rampart and Tarkin used on him back on Kamino and his mind was probed and shocked as Hemlock tried to twist him and it to make him a perfect super soldier.

The gas Hemlock had used on him when he had tried to get a message to his brothers to protect Omega left his throat damaged and his voice even more gravely than before. It had all been for nothing. Omega was still found and brought here.

She visited almost everyday. Talked about planning and getting out. Crosshair fully believed that she should try, but that she should go alone. Leave him to his karma, his punishment, his prison.

He was not innocent. He blindly followed all the orders he was given by the empire for a long time. There were times when he closed his eyes he could see the faces of every single person he killed for the empire. He could also see the faces of those he knew die around him.

The rebels on Onderon, they honestly did not know where Saw Gerrera was, majority on that transport were civilians and Crosshair had led his squad in opening fire on them and cut them all down. Man woman and child. 

Tightness grew in his chest as the many memories flooded in. Shortly after Onderon there was a mission to Naboo to bring in again so-called insurgents who were not separatists but members of the galactic republic who were resisting the Empire's new rule.  The whole settlement was wiped out again man woman or child it didn’t matter they were gone in under a half hour and their bodies disintegrated leaving no trace. It was like that for a long time and Crosshair could always shut out what he did. Block his mind from remembering.  But now their faces were all he could see. Hundreds and hundreds of people who he was directly responsible for their deaths. Either by giving orders to the troops or by his own hand.

His hand, the right one, had started to tremble shortly after his attempt at contacting his brothers to tell them to keep Omega safe.  The tremors now were more frequent. Any time he thought about what he had done it started to shake. He reached across and held it steady with his left hand taking a deep breath and it started to settle.

Crosshair looked through the bars of his cell down into the stark utilitarian prison corridors that went in every direction. Almost every stall was occupied by former clone troopers, all ones who refused to serve the empire, all were tested and some experimented on but for what purpose He did not know. He often saw Nala Se in the halls and lab. She was his creator, not just in that he was a clone but it was her project that gave him and his brothers of Clone Force 99 their desired mutations. He saw sadness in her eyes when she looked at him and disappointment. It hurt him as he didn’t know if that was disappointment in his situation or in him and his actions.

He put his head back against the wall on his cell and closed his eyes again, this time his mind took him to Bracca, the place he almost burned to death in the fire of an ion engine. That was the start of his downfall, where his troops in the elite squad questioned his actions. It got worse on Ryloth.

Ryloth, it was all a flawed plan by Rampart to fully take over. To frame the hero of Ryloth Cham Syndulla of the murder of Twi'lek senator Orn Free Taa, but it didn’t go as planned and Cross hair was forced to arrest many clone troopers. Some fought back and for that they were killed.

But he survived. He survived the fall of Kamino and spent thirty-two rotations stranded there alone. He chose to stay, he could have left with the others on the Marauder but he chose to stay. But he questioned himself if he did it because he believed the Empire would find him or if he did it to die, to atone for all he did.  The Empire did find him and after making a full recovery it was back to fighting back to killing, though he didn’t do much of the latter on the first mission with Cody. Commander Cody, where was he now? Was he safe? They said he left, that he defected, but in the Empire that could mean anything, that he went to the budding rebellion or that he disappeared to live in peace or that he had been killed. Maybe he was here in the halls in one of the many cells. 

He sighed thinking of how badly he hurt his brothers, not just his batch mates but the clone troopers as a whole. Those who had stood against the empire how he treated them. Capturing them like he had Howzer and his troops or killing some of the 981st that had defected in the time between Ryloth and Daro. 

How he had hunted Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and Hunter. He had been so close to them and now they only seemed like distant memories.

One of the times Hemlock and Nala Se worked on their experiments Hemlock informed him of Tech’s fall and subsequent death. It made Crosshair’s stomach and chest ache. They had been trying to find him, they had been trying to rescue him and now Tech was dead, and it was all Crosshair's fault.  Just as Mayday’s death was on him as well.

He should have been able to save Mayday. He should have been able to get him back to base sooner so that there would be a chance of survival instead of dying in agony on the ground just beyond the walls of the base. He should have taken out more than just the lieutenant; he should have gunned down that whole base. But he was too weak.

Always now too weak to be of use, with a trembling shooting hand and headaches that would come and go but when they came they would stay, it would linger and pulse and beat away at his head, his brain throbbing as if trying to escape his skull. 

He grabbed his head in his hands as he felt another of the headaches coming on he could feel the tremor of his hand against his head. This would be a fitting way to go, he had survived practically being incinerated, and being left to fend for himself on a dead planet but to have that pain in his head kill him make him atone for all he had done that would be perfect. 

He tried to pry his eyes open to survey his surroundings one last time. In the hall beyond the ray shielded door of his cell he could see them. It was scary, bittersweet and calming all in one as his brothers lined the halls, Tech closest then MAyday and so many others, there were non-clone faces there as well, faces he recognized all too clearly as his victims. But they did not look mad, they looked sad or was that more looks of empathy, of pity? They were waiting for him. To escort him to hell no doubt it is what he deserved.

" We focus on your death,

We focus on your death.

You share not the blood of ours,

thus we focus on your death "

The words echoed through his head so many voices in unison. Calling him to his end. So he had taken their lives or failed to prevent their deaths, it was only fitting they beckoned him to his own.

The intensity of the pain grew, his eyes squeezing shut as if to try and stop the growing throb and the searing burning pain that filled his skull. He felt his breath catch in his lungs. Then calm, darkness and silence. 

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Beep……..Beep………Beep

Crosshair felt his consciousness leaving the void. The soft sounds around him, this was not hell, it was too calm, and smelled too clean. Way to clean.

“Ah I see you are finally waking up” a familiar voice said from a distance away.

Footsteps came closer

“We almost lost you there CT-9904, that would be unfortunate as you still have so much to give in our experiments”

Crosshair opened his eyes. He was alive but he had been wrong; he was in hell. The living hell of Mount Tantiss, and staring down at him as he was strapped to the medical table, the devil incarnate. Dr. Royce Hemlock. Crosshair looked around the room, the voices were gone as were the apparitions. So once again he would be left alone with his thoughts and his guilt. 

[nahoney22]

Congrats on 3k followers! Can I pls request the bad batch reacting to reader telling them they love them for the first time? Can be angsty or fluffy whatever you’d like! Female or GN reader preferred. Thanks! Love your stuff 💜

I Love You

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

warnings/spoilers: first ‘I love yous’ fluff and some parts (echos and crosshairs) angsty. Some kisses and flirting, brief mentions of the empire. Heartache. Cussing.

authors note: thanks for the kind words. Hope this is okay. Naturally, I wrote the most for Tech 🤍

Echo

Echo stood across from you, his expression heavy with the weight of his decision. He had just revealed his plan to join Rex in assisting the other clones, and though you understood and supported his noble intentions, a pang of selfishness gripped your heart. You couldn't bear the thought of him leaving.

"How long do you think you'll be gone?" you asked, your voice trembling as you struggled to maintain composure. The mere sight of him stirred a storm of emotions within you. How could one man have such an effect on you?

"However long it takes," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and concern, as he noticed the sadness in your eyes.

You let out a sigh, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. Gathering your courage, you finally raised your gaze to meet his, allowing the floodgates of your emotions to open. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you managed a bittersweet smile, fidgeting with your fingers, the urge to reach out and touch him almost unbearable. Yet, you remained rooted in place.

"Please don't be upset," he whispered, taking a tentative step closer. But you found yourself instinctively stepping back, the fear of vulnerability creeping in.

"I'm not... I'm proud of you, Echo," you sniffed, your voice quivering. "And I love you. I love you so, so much. So, don't you dare... don't you dare die out there." The confession slipped from your lips before you could fully comprehend the magnitude of your words. The intensity of your emotions clearly have overwhelmed you.

As you turn around and start to walk back to the Marauder, refusing to let Echo see you cry over him or even give him enough time to reject you, you hear the sound of running steps. With a grip on your arm and a firm spin, your lips are met with his. Desperate. Loving.

“I love you too. I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

Hunter

The storm raged on, its relentless fury battering your weary bodies as you find refuge in a desolate cave. The bone-chilling cold seeped through every layer of clothing, but you found solace in the fact that Hunter was by your side.

"We're stuck here until the storm subsides, I can’t make contact with the others." Hunter's voice cut through the howling wind, his breath visible in the frigid air. He sat down beside you as you sheltered yourself from the wind behind a large boulder. He rubbed his gloved hands together for warmth.

“Fantastic.” You can’t help but shiver but the sarcasm pierces through. You sigh, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself to seek any source of heat. Sensing your discomfort, Hunter pulled you closer, his strong arm enveloping you in a protective embrace. His touch brought a momentary respite from the biting cold and you couldn’t help but start to think about your feelings.

These feelings? They’ve been steadily growing, and the scary situation intensified the urgency within you. With the freezing temperatures numbing your senses, the words slipped out before you could fully comprehend their weight.

"Hunter, if we don't make it out of this... just know that I love you," you confessed, your voice barely audible over the storm.

He stills and this time not because of the cold. In fact, a great heat washes over him as his heart warms at your words. He looks down at you, smiling softly and chuckling. “We’re going to be okay, sweet. But, I… I love you too.”

If it weren’t for the storm you would have happily turned around and kissed him but there’s a time and a place and sadly, now is not the time. Sometimes, words are better than actions in times like this.

Wrecker

As you found yourself in the company of Wrecker, the time to relax was always a treat. Despite his loud and boisterous demeanor, there was a calmer side to him that revealed itself when you were alone together. It was a side that made you appreciate him even more although you adored how he was usually.

Just the two of you, both of you were enjoying a peaceful picnic, indulging in good food and engaging in good conversation. With missions piling up and a reasonable paycheck, you both decided to savor a meal that was actually edible for a change.

“This is nice,” Taking a moment to appreciate the serene atmosphere, you smiled as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow upon the surroundings. The truth was, you had strong feelings for Wrecker. While playful flirting was a regular occurrence between you two, there was a part of you that yearned for something more, and you couldn't help but sense that he felt the same way.

"Yeah, it is," Wrecker responded, his warm smile directed not at the setting sun but at you. His gaze bore into your soul, causing a blush to bloom on your cheeks. Unable to contain your amusement, you laughed softly and turned your attention towards him.

"You're not too bad yourself, Wreck'," you playfully smirked, earning a hearty chuckle in response.

“I love it when ya flirt with me," he admitted, his eyes sparkling with both amusement and adoration.

His admission sent delightful shivers down your spine, emboldening you to share your own feelings. "Yeah? You know what I love?"

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident. "Go on."

You moistened your lips, preparing to bare your heart and locking your gaze with his. "You."

For a brief moment, his smile faltered, his ears flushing with heat, and his eyes widened in surprise. "You love me?"

"Of course. I love you, Wrecker," you confessed with absolute certainty.

He scooted closer, his large hand cupping your cheek making you sigh happily as you knew what was to come. He brought your lips to his in a tender and passionate kiss, tender lips melting and dancing together perfectly. "I love ya too," he chuckled, his happiness radiating through his words. It was the perfect ending to a lovely day.

Tech

"I have found a way to help you release endorphins," Tech's words caught you off guard, causing you to halt and spin around in your seat to face him as he approached.

Confusion etched across your face as you awaited an explanation. "What are you on about?"

"I have noticed a significant shift in your demeanor lately. Even though I've made adjustments to the ship to make it more comfortable for you, it doesn't seem to improve your mood," Tech explained in his usual matter-of-fact tone. Your puzzled expression shifted to a mix of surprise and realisation. You had noticed subtle changes in the Marauder, such as the temperature, cleanliness, and even lighting, but you hadn't realised Tech was doing it all for you.

Speechless for a moment, you were compelled to ask for more details. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Dancing," Tech replied, his words punctuated with a touch of earnestness.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the unexpected suggestion. "Please don't tell me you've booked dance lessons for me somewhere. I really don't want to go through that," you joked, but there was a hint of seriousness in your tone, hoping it wasn't the case.

A small smile curved on Tech's lips as he reassured you, "You'll be pleased to know that is not what I had in mind. I was actually hoping you would allow me to dance with you. Slow dancing, to be precise."

The laughter subsided, replaced by a mixture of surprise and warmth. Your eyes met Tech's, and a rush of emotions flooded your heart. Slow dancing with him sounded incredibly intimate and personal—a gesture that spoke about the feelings you had for him. Perhaps he felt something too?

A smile played at the corners of your lips as you nodded, accepting his offer. "I'd love to dance with you, Tech."

“Follow me.” Tech's abrupt instruction to follow him caught you off guard, but you complied without hesitation. The two of you stepped outside the ship, finding a more spacious area where you could move freely. Fortunately, the rest of the team was occupied elsewhere, giving you privacy.

Coming to a stop, Tech turned towards you, closing the distance between you. Your heart raced as he took your hand in his, his other hand gently resting on your waist. Together, you began to sway, finding a rhythm that was uniquely your own. There was no music playing, but your heartbeat would drown out all sounds anyway.

After a few minutes, Tech's voice, laced with timidity, broke the silence. "Is this making you happy?"

You couldn't help but hum in adoration, nodding in response. "It's nice, yeah. But you don't have to go to such lengths for me. I'll be fine. I'm just missing Echo... and Crosshair."

Tech nodded, understanding the complexities of your emotions. "I understand. I miss them too, but it was their decision to leave, and we have to respect that. As for making you happier, it's something I genuinely want to do. It benefits both of us, and... it's an intimacy I feel comfortable sharing only with you."

His words melted your heart, intensifying the feelings you held for him. Unable to hold back any longer, you paused your movement, causing Tech to look at you with slight alarm. But he hadn't said anything wrong. Not at all.

Slowly, you leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips. He froze, his eyes widening behind his goggles. "I love you, Tech," you whispered against his lips, pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction. The vulnerability in your words hung in the air, awaiting his response.

A smile, soft and beautiful, spread across Tech's face in response to your heartfelt confession. His eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and vulnerability. "I harbor the same feelings for you too," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's a new sensation for me, but one that I wholeheartedly want to explore and share with you."

Crosshair

Seeing Crosshair standing before you felt like encountering a ghost from the past. He had been gone for so long, and now he stood on your doorstep, his presence both bewildering and overwhelming. Your voice was hoarse as you struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. "Crosshair... what are you...? Why are you here?"

He remained silent, his eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and anger, but not directed at you. It seemed he carried a weight of emotions towards everything else, a burden he bore heavily. His head bowed, almost as if he were ashamed, realising the audacity of just showing up after months, almost a year, of absence without a word.

His silence only fueled your anger and bitterness. "Answer me," you insisted, your voice tinged with frustration.

"I didn’t know where else to go," Crosshair finally replied, his voice filled with a sense of resignation. It was a simple admission, revealing a vulnerability that you hadn't seen in him before. It struck a chord within you, evoking a mix of compassion and concern.

As you step aside, allowing Crosshair to enter your home, a heavy silence fills the air, adding to the already palpable tension. He remains quiet, a familiar trait that isn't entirely surprising, but this time, it carries a weight of its own.

The tension becomes suffocating, and you can feel your stomach churn with unease. Crosshair stands still, his gaze fixed on the window, his back turned to you. The tears sting your eyes, and a lump forms in your throat. The frustration and hurt bubble up within you, demanding to be released.

"Do you have any idea what I've been through?" you ask, your voice quivering with emotion. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for even a single word from you?" Your temper rises, fueled by the so long of uncertainty and longing. You knew where he had gone, whom he had chosen to serve.

Once again, Crosshair's head dips, his shoulders tense, but this time, he turns to look at you fully. His gaze meets yours, and you can sense a glimmer of remorse and understanding. "I can imagine what you feel," he responds quietly.

"No," you shake your head dismissively, your voice thick with emotion, "no, you can't. Not for a second."

He would typically retort with a sharp remark, but this time, he remains silent, allowing you to unload the weight of your emotions.

"Do you know what it's like?" you continue, your voice trembling. "To love someone only to have them do the most awful, horrible thing you could imagine?" He freezes at your words, his eyes locked with yours, his breath caught in his throat. Your admission of love burns within his chest, searing with a mix of pain and longing.

"Yeah, that's right," you laugh almost bitterly, a tinge of sadness lacing your voice. "I loved you. I loved you! How dare you, Crosshair!”

“Even after Hunter told me they tried to bring you back, you left them again! You left me again! I loved you, and I still do. Damn you!" Your anger turns inward, and you abruptly turn away from him, clutching your chest as if trying to contain the ache that feels like your heartstrings are snapping, determined to rip your heart out and throw it at him, only for him to trample on it once more.

You hear him approach and very gently, he places a hand to your shoulder. “I’m not going to ask you for your forgiveness, I don’t deserve it.” He whispers, voice low and dark. “But just know I have loved you every minute. Of every day.”

You don’t know where this was going to lead but for now, you found some kind of twisted solace in his words. It was going to take a long time to rebuild something that had broken.

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[clownery-and-fuckery]

Alright buckle up here's my actual genuine reaction....

First episode:

First of all, I regret asking for more Hemlock, this was fantastically awful, I will not be recovering.

Second of all, that shaved clone has done things to me. Horrible, horrid things that made me actually pause it and look away. It made me physically ill, it was the worst. Great, but the worst.

The passage of time really did fucking get to me BUT HER LITTLE PONYTAIL UGH

crosshair..... I need a moment

EMERIE !!!! CANT STAND HER !!!!!!!!!!! SNITCH ASS BITCH

I literally don't care that she was allowed to keep the doll, btw. I dont give a shit. I hope Emerie dies in a fire.

nala se.... ew............

I think the whole episode was just pure horror, it was so fucking disgusting to watch, idk about you guys but watching the clone who had probably faced the true horror of SCI-FI warfare crying alone in his cell genuinely had me pausing the episode. Really great work there, Jennifer, I will be billing you for my therapy

Crosshair and Omega bonding !!! The little "What's your mission objective" was definitely a tactic he used on his brothers to have them pay attention, I refuse to acknowledge that he's the youngest, he just isn't. That's big brother keeping his little brother(s) on task behaviour.

Everything about Hemlock gave me chills. I love him. I hate him. I hope his guts cover the screen. I am fascinated by him.

I had a sneaking suspicion Emerie was taken under Hemlock's wing, and her undoing will be her endless loyalty to him... they did not have to say it as obviously as that, though. Glad they did.

Crosshair is sick. There is no way you show us all these sick, dying clones then Crosshair and expect us not to figure that out. He's going to die. His shaking is just the first symptom. I am not ready.

I definitely have more smaller notes I will make once I am not sobbing hysterically about it !!!!

Episode two!!:

This is the one that made me cry, actually.

Watching Wrecker and Hunter march in, quiet and covered in countless injuries, made me so sad. I couldnt recognise them. Those aren't my lads.

Wrecker begging hunter not to go because people didn't make it back.... hunter I get you're desperate, but you will NOT survive another brother being killed. I can't bear to watch him tear himself apart and neither can Wrecker.

WEEPED LIKE AN ACTUAL BABY WHEN I SAW THOSE CLONE BABIES.... THEYRE TOO YOUNG.

"99ers???" THERES FUCKING MORE ??????? I want to know the lore behind this line particularly.

Theyre so cute..... they're so CUTE ugh sedate me immediately

THE WAY HUNTER WAS LOST AT THE START BTW WITH THE TECH AND HE WAS GETTING FRUSTRATED AND HE IMMEDIATELY LOOKED TO OMEGAS STUFF AND LET HIS GRIP LOOSEN ON THE DATAPAD HE WSS THINKING OF HIS YOUNGEST TWO SIBLINGS I WILL NEVER FUCKING RECOVER DAVID AND JENNIFER LET THEM BE HAPPY !!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways that little fucker who was good with tech..... I see you. I love you.

They were so used to letting Tech do his thing.... they immediately moved to cover fire....... for a second they forgot it wasnt him, I'm weak

THE CRATE FROM S1 YOU HORRIBLE BASTARDS WHEN WILL YOU LET ME DIE

wrecker playing with the kids..... laughing with them....... ohh i will not cope when he dies.

Hes going to die, btw. In case you didn't know. I know. I am aware. I am unprepared. I dont want to discuss it.

PABU..... THEYRE GOING TO PABU WHEN I TELL YOU I SOBBED. MY MOTHER HAD TO HOLD ME. I WAS INCONSOLABLE FOR FIFTEEN WHOLE MINUTES!!!!!!

i cannot express my feelings for this episode.

Episode three!!!!!!:

I want that man. Yes, i do mean that masked man we saw for two seconds, I want him.

The Emperor had me actually screaming. I was so hyped. He scares me so bad.

Hemlock!!!!!! Evil !!!!!!!! CUNT !!!!!!!!!!!!

nala se was so obvious about her "Get tf out" speech..... why don't you say it louder, the whole fucking room couldn't hear you

The fucking timer. Chills. CHILLS.

Crosshair and Omega !!!! He was so unserious I love that

....sorry to all the lovers tho, have to say i DIED laughing at his "gUaRdS"

And the SCREAM he scrumpt when the door opened, who allowed that 😭😭 it was so fucking funny whbeisbwiba

They were so messy this entire ep, they're everything to me......

"Of course he did" DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING DIE ?!?!?!? WHO FUCKING GAVE YOU THE RIGHT CAUSE IT WASNT FUCKING ME

Crosshairs trigger finger shaking so bad he gave his position away....... that's a major fucking problem, isn't it? That's gonna bite him in the ass.

I want more of Hemlock having a damn tantrum, that was fantastic. Him this season has me in a chokehold. I can't wait to write more of him.

This entire season so far is amazing. I can't wait to watch more, there are so many more points I wanna make, I'm freaked. I'm so happy, I'm still crying, I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Making more coherent thoughts about them soon <3

[oceansssblue]

Number 9 on the rarepairing masterlist, we have... Crosshair/Mayday! You know how it's gonna' go; it's angsty, it's heartbreaking, it's intense (even in the sex scene). It's war, and this fic tries to reflect all of those conflicts. I tried to end it in a good note, though!

Xx, Blue.

"THE POWER OF ANOTHER'S TOUCH" – CROSSHAIR/MAYDAY 💔🔥

WARNINGS: REFLECTIONS ON ABANDONMENT & LOST FAMILY, REFERENCES TO DEPRESION, MALNUTRITION, MIND CONTROL, BLOOD AND WOUNDS, TOUCH STARVED CHARACTER, PENETRATIVE SEX.

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Crosshair has developed the habit of watching the black vulture that ocassionaly flies over his outpost on Barton IV. It's a powerfull creature; with sharp eyes and claws, always silently watching and patiently waiting for the perfect moment to take advantage of. He has always been a bit like that, if he comes to think of it. He wonders if the animal feels alone too.

The vulture circles over his head, perhaps wondering if the soldier is about to drop dead. Crosshair's hand is soaked; trying to stop the gush of blood that trickles down the small space between the chest and stomach plates of his imperial armour. It's bad luck –or awfully precise– that the rebel managed to sink his blade in his body right there. Crosshair is just glad it missed his lung. With so many troopers to replace him, he knows the Empire wouldn't have moved a finger to try to save him.

He doesn't bother to go to the medbay –it doesn't hold the same warmth it did in Kamino, who would have guessed he'd miss that– but instead walks straight towards his private room. It's probably the only advantage of being the leader of his small specialized unit. He's glad of not having to share with the other men.

He's focused on that goal; on not crumbling in the middle of the corridor to soak into a pool of his own blood. He ignores the pain, the fear, the fatigue; he puts all his remaining energy into taking one step after the other, his figure remaining surprisingly stoik. No one would be able to tell he was hurt if they walked by him. No one really knew him in here, after all...

"Crosshair?" the voice almost echoes in the silence of the corridor, and the soldier's feet falter.

Except one person, though.

"Not now" he drawls, tone neutrally bored, resuming the pace of his steps towards his room.

The feet follow him; and Crosshair feels a mix of satisfaction and irritation swirling inside of him. He turns another corner and he finally enters his sleeping quarter area.

The other man stops behind him in front of his door.

"You're bleeding. You've got bacta in there?"

Mayday's voice is somewhat neutral too; but neutral feelings wouldn't have brought him to this length. No one indifferent would have followed him to his room.

"No" Crosshair's answer is short and clipped. He's not used to this. To being seen. He has forgotten how it feels, how to cope with it. "I've got needles and threads".

Crosshair unlocks his door with his code. A pretty easy system to hack into, if he's honest, Tech would have absolutely no trouble in... Crosshair enters the room and carelessly throws his sniper against the wall. Tech had abanadoned him, and so had done the rest of the Batch –Echo, Wrecker, Hunter– and they could be dead for all he knows. Perhaps they wish Crosshair to be dead too.

"I'll do it for you" Mayday offers, stepping inside as well before the door closes with a swoosh after him. "You're probably gonna' do a shity job if you try to do it yourself".

Crosshair opens his mouth to argue, to bite and snap and claw away at the man with his words; but the older clone sends him a glare and gestures to the bunk pressed against the wall.

"Shut up and sit down. The sooner we finish, the sooner you'll be able to rest".

Crosshair swallows his reply down. He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to truly rest. To truly sleep. The guilt, the anger, the sadness, the pain, are too much to push out of his mind; no matter how fucking exhausted he is.

He doesn't have the strength to argue, though; so for this time, he complies.

Mayday patiently waits while Crosshair removes his platings; sorting through the medical kit in silence. Crosshair grimaces when he tugs his upper body glove off; the blood making the fabric stick to his skin and making carefully tearing it away painful and uncomfortable. It hangs on his hips; and when he breathes a sigh of relief Mayday finally turns towards him.

Crosshair does his best to ignore him. He tries to forget how the trooper's eyes focus on his bony hips and ribs; his sunken stomach, and the clear physical signs that reveal how much he has been struggling with his mental health as well. He glances to the side; unable to watch Mayday's silent concerned face, to hold the weight of his stare. He doesn't offer any excuse, any explanation; and Mayday doesn't ask them from him.

"This is probably gonna' hurt like a bitch, but you already know that" he says, dapping a small gauze in desinfectant, and placing a hand on Crosshair's side to firmly hold him in place.

Crosshair can't help his physical reaction. He trembles, brutally visible, from his shoulders to all the way down to his toes. Goosebumps erupt all over his skin; and a small sound catches on the back of his throat.

It's pathetic, really, how Mayday can pull that answer from his body when all he's doing is making sure he isn't going to move when he pushes the needle through his skin. Crosshair feels him glancing up at him, trying to read into his facial expresion; but he stubbornly stares to the opposite side of the room, still in silence.

Mayday hums and keeps cleaning the wound, resorts to stitching, and if he notices Crosshair shivering at the clinical contact of his warm hands pressing against his skin here and there he doesn't utter a thing.

When Mayday finishes and leaves, Crosshair swallows the heartbreaking need to ask him to stay. Please.

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The older clone pays him a visit four days later. Just like he did with the vulpture, Crosshair wonders if Mayday feels alone in this icy planet; if he feels that cold that goes deeper than freezing the tip of your toes. There's no other explanation, really. A regular imperial soldier wouldn't have bothered with checking on him. They aren't what normal people would consider friends; but perhaps there's some sort of recognition and understanding there. Two clones, men of a past world, trapped in the Empire's claws without a blindfold over their eyes but still nowhere else to go.

Crosshair doesn't say a word. Not even a "hello". He lets him step inside his room, and then, voluntarily and without prompting, he takes his shirt off. Perhaps it's just a way of speeding up things, because he knows Mayday won't leave without making sure his wound is healing up nicely. Perhaps it's just Crosshair'd way to ask for his touch on his cold skin.

Mayday is smart enough to read into it.

He carefully grazes the corners of the scarring; and Crosshair shivers. Mayday doesn't pay any mind to it. He continues examining him, his movements perhaps too slow and exploratory to be considered purely clinical.

The older trooper finally abandons all pretense and allows himself to caress up and down the sniper's sides. His hands are gentle, and warm, and it's so unusual and pleaseant that Crosshair's body trembles violently and his eyes inmediately lock into Mayday's. It's a heavy stare; but the man stares back.

"Are you going to fight me, if I keep touching you?" The trooper quietly but calmly asks.

Crosshair stays silent, his mind spinning with the implications of those words, and Mayday interprets it as a "no". Crosshair can't say it out loud; he understands. For someone so tightly coiled as the sniper, Mayday feels like he has done a good job unwrapping the mess and intense person he is. Perhaps suffering makes you wiser.

One by one, clothes get abandon by the floor; until the two soldiers are naked as the day they left the tub, pushed into a life of slavery and repetitive heartbreak. Their hands explore and caress and claws and holds; their lips kiss and traces and suck and bite til they taste blood. Mayday takes his time opening Crosshair on his fingers; the sniper releases a broken cry when the older man makes him sink on his cock.

It's slow, intense, deep and emotional. Mayday slides his throbbing erection in and out of him while his arms close around the sniper's skinny body; and Crosshair feels trapped in a delicious way he hasn't experienced before. It's overwhelming; how his body is just forced to feel good, to shiver and moan at the little electric explosions that zig zags through his nerves every time Mayday hits his prostate.

Crosshair's knees tremble; and he has to push his hands against the wall in order not to fall. Mayday grabs his hips tigther and rutts inside of him. Crosshair's mind fly far away from the room. It's not the same way he has grown to dissociate with the mental torture the imperial doctors push him through; when he tries to escape the prision of his hurting body. It's different; this warmth, this pleasure, this human closeness, feels so good he's almost dizzy, drunk on it, his body moving in autopilot while his mind is able to finally relax and feel free.

Mayday groans and cums inside of him. Crosshair cums too after a few tugs of the man on his weeping cock. His mind quietens.

They're both breathing heavily. Crosshair slumps against the wall, pressing his sweaty forehead against it. Mayday follows, his own forehead resting against Crosshair's shoulder.

The sniper is glad that his face is hidden away like this; that Mayday can't see the silent tears that run down his cheeks.

"Should I stay?" the man asks, barely more than a whisper, the moment vulnerable and delicate.

Crosshair moves, and Mayday's spent cock leaves him. He lays down on his bunk without answering; though his body shifts to one side, a space left unnocupied on his back. Perhaps that is answer enough.

Mayday melds to his back; hugging him towards himself with an arm wrapped over the sniper's hip. Crosshair's body untenses again; his quiet worries vanishing. He tugs Mayday's arm tigther; burrying his thinner body in his warmth and tenderness. He's still afraid; because this is too nice for him to keep. Because good things always end abandoning him.

Mayday sighs his own relief, contentment and hope and pecks the back of his neck.

"Okay" he whispers, closing his eyes even if it'll take ages for him to fall asleep, memorising the feeling of the thinner, complex man against him.

Crosshair prays this won't be the last time they do this; or at least, that Mayday will continue to be close to him even without the sex.

Mayday makes a quiet decision. If the sniper doesn't take proper care of himself, he will; and if he ever leaves Barton IV, leaves the Empire, he'll take Crosshair with him.

THE END.

[milkytheholy1]

Why did you go?

A/N: Yes, I just wrote this. Yes, the BB Trailer made me incredibly sad for my boy. Yes, this is a really sad fic and read at your own risk.

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Life hadn't quite been the same since that faithful day. The atmosphere on the ship was severely different, a lot more quiet, a lot more tense. Sometimes you think if the world hadn't been so cruel, who knows what situation you would be in now? Perhaps you would have stayed with Phee, on that beautiful island, perhaps you could have made a life for yourself there, started a family even.

But no, the world was evil and unkind and it took away the only thing you truly treasured more than anything in the world...the love of your life.

Tech liked to believe he was a simple fellow, he was quick and to the point a lot of the time, but he never really saw himself like how you saw him. A clone with a complicated and wicked upbringing, a soldier who fought bravely in a war that was never in their favour; a man who never quite understood love but knew he liked whenever you gave him affection. 

His intelligence was unrivalled and his organisation skills were desired by most. He was calm and collected on the outside but within those walls he held up, he was a nervous wreck, constantly in fear of letting his brothers down. 

It's probably why he felt so inclined to risk it all to save them, he can't let them down if he makes the ultimate sacrifice. At least, that's one of your theories as to why he did it, the obvious being the mission comes first; and Tech was never one to fail.

But each night, each frozen thought, each jump into hyperspace brings another replay of his tragic demise. It haunts you. It haunts his brothers too, they had been created together, grew up with each other, and fought with each other. A client had informed you that the empire was well aware of your loss, more so how it affected Crosshairs. You had heard he threw quite the temper tantrum, nearly killing a guard in the process. 

At least he still cared.

You still miss him though, god you miss him. It hit the hardest at night when you'd beg him, oftentimes drag him, into bed just to rest for even an hour. But now you sat in your bed alone, the empty space beside you feeling cold and ominous. You craved those moments that were crafted for the two of you, when everyone else was asleep while you sat in the cockpit, slowly dozing off in a chair while Tech worked away.

You just wish you could hug him one final time, feel his heartbeat. You've thought about the 'what-ifs' and the 'do-overs', imagining what you could say differently. 

Life hadn't quite been the same since that faithful day, and yet here you were, back on the ship with his brothers; those who you consider even closer than family. But late at night, you still lay in that empty bed, hugging those sheets that still faintly smell like him, and you cry. You cry until your tears run dry and your eyes close from exhaustion. 

"Why did you leave me Tech."

[stars-n-spice]

Questions TBB Better Fucking Answer Soon:

Where the FUCK is Tech??? Stop fucking giving us hope that he might be C2-X or whatever the fuck. Fucking show us his dead body or give him back to us!

Where the FUCK is Cody?? Huh??? Where did he go??? Only acceptable answer? He's on his way to Tatooine to be with Obi-Wan. You reveal that and all will be forgiven. I promise. Maybe.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH WOLFFE FOR LETTING REX AND THE GANG GET AWAY HUH??? I'M SURE THERE WERE CONSEQUENCES!! WHEN THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO GET HIM BACK???

What the fuck is up with Omega. Straight up. What. How. and Why? Same with Emerie. How the fuck did they come to be? Are they trans? yes. next question.

Also why does Emerie get a last name and nobody else does, hm? Why is she Emerie Karr, is that like,, did she choose that or like?? Ok dumb question sure but like,, EXPLAIN HOW AND WHY OR JUST CONFIRM SHE'S TRANS OR SOMETHING C'MON NOW.

SHOW US WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THOSE FUCKING TUBES!

I'm sorry, I'm yelling but I've spent most of this season fucking confused and frustrated.

Where the fuck did the zillo beast go? And when is it going to eat Hemlock and Palpatine?

So...Senator Chuchi and Clone Revolution when?

And like...Cid is just...she's just going to be able to get away with what she did? We're just gonna forget about her? I mean sure, but I really thought they'd bring her back or something.

What the fuck happened to Crosshair on Tatniss? Wait, nevermind, don't tell me, I don't want to know, it'll only make me sad-

WAIT SO LIKE,, DID CROSSHAIR EVER ACTUALLY GET HIS FUCKING CHIP REMOVED OR NOT???

Explain again Hunter's enhanced senses and why the fuck he seems to have lost them in this season.

Also answer why Wrecker is the most perfect man ever? Why did they craft the most wonderful man to exist and then make him not real? You trying to kill me or what?

Feel free to add on because there are only the ones on the top of my head.

[darklightcannon]

THE BAD BATCH+REX+FIVES(+bonus) as Taylor Swift songs and albums

As a Star Wars fan AND a swiftie, I sometimes relate my favorite characters to some songs and also albums so I wanted to share my thoughts on a few taylor songs that remind me of my fav clones + the bad batch!

Disclaimer: those are my personal thoughts i have towards them based on the shows and fanfics I’ve read so you might disagree but feel free to tell me your own thoughts too!! or to add a few songs!

Rex:

album: midnights

songs: the lucky one, i think he knows, style, you are in love, is it over now?, delicate, so it goes…, the archer, epiphany, long story short, the great war, hits different, karma

Fives:

album: 1989

songs: blank space, how you get the girl, come back… be here, our song, the very first night, sparks fly, last kiss, superman, sad beautiful tragic, i wish you would, king of my heart

Echo:

album: evermore/folklore

songs: this is me trying, marjorie, evermore, right where you left me, it’s nice to have a friend, forever winter, begin again, new year’s day

Hunter:

album: red

songs: red, haunted, the way i loved you, i can see you, I almost do, stay stay stay, the last time, the moment i knew, out of the woods, wildest dreams, gorgeous, dress, false god, ivy, maroon, midnight rain

Tech:

album: speak now

songs: enchanted, electric touch, you belong with me, the story of us, gold rush, coney island, sweet nothing, call it what you want, ours, speak now

Wrecker:

album: lover

songs: i’m only me when i’m with you, mine, lover, me!, you need to calm down, paper rings, hey stephen

Crosshair:

album: reputation

songs: look what you made me do, i did something bad, don’t blame me, i knew you were trouble, you all over me, mr. perfectly fine, better man, innocent, babe, bad blood, this love, say don’t go, illicit affairs, you’re losing me

bonus❤️

Omega:

albums: fearless/debut

songs: the best day, fearless, stay beautiful, a place in this world, fifteen, you’re on your own kid, never grow up

Thank you for reading ❤️