#pre crosshair joining

[tcw-incorrect-quotes]

Omega, Wrecker, and Echo in the back of the marauder: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!  Tech: We have food at home.  Hunter: *pulls into the McDonald's drive through*  Omega, Wrecker, and Echo: YAYYYYYY!  Hunter: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

[sadiecoocoo]

I love all the fics where (pre-tbb series) Echo and Crosshair argue a lot but over time get to know and accept each other and become protective of one another, but what about a fic where Crosshair is just always protective and is like a guard dog while Echo is recovering and the batch don’t know what’s up with him and is jsut “I think our brother got replaced.” And Echo is slightly annoyed at being followed around all the time but then he’s like “well… he’s kinda okay” and internally he’s “omfg I love my new baby brother so much and if any harm comes to him I will go on a killing spree”

I think it’d start after a scenario where Echo defends the batch from some regs when Crosshair expected him to join in. And by defend I mean he went full ARC trooper on their asses and sent them to the infirmary

I might actually write this now…

Edit: letting everyone know that I am definitely going to post this as an entire fic at some point, I’m just gonna wait until I’ve written all of it to post the first chapter :)

If anyone would like to be tagged please let me know <3

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, Vod'ika. How is it going? Are you still accepting requests? If the answer is yes, can you write some comfort to Hunter with the prompt “I promised I'd stay with you until the end of the line, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.” Seeing Hunter so down in the new season made my heart hurt. He has been struggling with negative feelings for a long time, I believe that since the time he was unable to convince Crosshair to return. In my mind he feels guilt, he feels like he failed as a leader, so maybe the reader can bring him some comfort at this moment. ♥️

Not To Me

Summary: You're worried about Hunter, but he's being stubborn.

Pairing: Pre Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1308

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol abuse

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted!

You frown as you watch Hunter out of the corner of your eyes, though you’re very careful to make sure that you keep working. The last thing you want to do is make Hunter worry about you worrying about him.

He’s…not doing well.

Though you seem to be the only person who notices it. 

You set the bottle in front of the patron you’re talking to, and then return behind the bar to start cleaning glasses. 

Hunter’s been a regular here for ages, and you like to think that you’re friends. Or at least, friendly enough.

And, as much as you want more, you are content to wait until he’s ready to consider a relationship.

You toss a lemon rind into the trash with a small frown on your face. Hunter’s been coming nightly for the last couple of weeks, and you’re concerned. You’ve watched as, day after day, he looks more and more haggard. More and more tired. 

And you worry.

You’re not unused to seeing people drink their problems away. You’ve seen more than one person that you considered a friend chance in horrific ways due to alcohol abuse, and you’re beginning to fear that Hunter is heading down that same path.

For a moment, you glance away from the glasses you’re washing to glance at Hunter, and you watch as he pulls his bandana off and pushes his hand through his hair, exhaustion so heavy around him that you can almost feel it from where you’re standing.

He’s still nursing his drink, the third one he’s ordered since he arrived, but you can’t sit here and watch this anymore. You can’t.

Quickly you pour a mug of caf from the machine under the counter, and you cross the bar to set the mug in front of him. He blinks at the steaming liquid, and then he looks up at you, his hair hanging in his face as he hasn’t put his bandana back in place yet.

“I didn’t order a caf?” Hunter asks, bemused and bewildered in equal measures.

“Oh, I know. It just…it looked like you needed it.” You say with a bright smile, “May I join you?”

Slowly he leans back so he’s sitting properly rather than half slumped over the table, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

That’s not a no, so you slide into the booth across from him, “I’m tired of having drunk men pawing at me, so I’m taking a break.” You push the caf closer to him, “Here, drink it. It’s good~” You tempt.

Hunter sighs but abandons his whiskey and wraps his hands around the mug. “Is there a reason you’re giving me caf?” 

“Can’t I just give you caf because I want to?” You ask lightly as you reach across the table and take the glass of whiskey away from him. Hunter watches you with his sharp eyes, and you wilt. The jig is up. “Alright, alright. I’m worried about you, Hunter.”

“Don’t be.”

“Hunter-”

“It’s not your job to worry about me.” Hunter interrupts. 

“Someone has to!” You say sharply, “Hunter, you used to come in, maybe, once a week for a single glass. But for the last three weeks you’ve been coming in nightly for multiple drinks.”

“Maybe I just enjoy the ambiance.” 

You stare at him in disbelief, “No one enjoys the ambiance of this bar.”

“Look, I’m fine-”

“You’re not! Hunter, please.” You lean across the table and carefully wrap your hands around his, silently sending up a prayer that he won’t react badly, “I’ve been surrounded by alcoholics my entire life. I’ve watched as alcohol ruined families and destroyed people I once called friends. I don’t want that for you.”

He stares at you, something almost like defeat crossing his face, “Are you kicking me out?”

“No. Of course not. I am, however, cutting you off.”

“Fine. I’ll go somewhere else then.”

“Hunter, please stop being difficult. I’m trying to help you.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“You obviously need it.” You tighten your hands around his, “Look, I’m not a soldier or a doctor. I can’t fight or heal or make your life better in any way other than this. But, I’m not going away. I refuse to leave you.”

Hunter stares at you, slightly startled, and you flash a weak smile, “I’m with you until the end of the line, so to speak.”

Hunter sighs, and carefully extracts his hands from yours, before he drops some credits on the table, “I’m fine. But thanks anyway.” And then he’s gone, and you sigh softly.

You hope he heard you, even if he wasn’t ready to accept it.

There’s a shout from across the room, and you slide out of the booth. Time to go back to work.

It’s been three months since you’ve seen Hunter, and you’re still worried about him. Worried and hurt that he would cut off your friendship over something as unimportant as alcohol, but you suppose that’s life.

In any event, you have the day off, so you’re spending the day in your apartment catching up on your favorite trash TV.

You’re halfway through a marathon (Mariella just found out that her evil twin sister pretended to be her to marry her fiance-) when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just a second!” You call, as you swing your legs off the couch and set your bottle of flavored water and popcorn on the table, making sure you pause the show, and then you hurry over to the door.

You press the button to open the door, and any words that you might have said die on your tongue as soon as you see who’s standing there.

Hunter.

Hunter looks twice as haggard as the last time you saw him, with dark circles under his eyes that almost look like bruises, and it doesn’t look like he’s brushed his hair in a week.

“...Hunter?” You reach out and lightly touch his cheek, “Are you okay?”

He takes half a step towards you and then slowly drops his forehead to your shoulder, and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, “...no. Not really.”

“...well, that’s okay.” You gently guide him into your home, and settle him on the couch, before you kneel in front of him and start removing his armor. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He sighs so heavily that you want to cry, “No. Not really.”

You set his armor to the side, “Okay. How about a shower? And some food?”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” He admits quietly.

You sit back on your heels, your mind racing, “Okay. Okay, so a bath then. And I can sit on the edge of the tub and be there with you.” Your face heats at his look, “I’m not trying to be weird, I promise. Just…you look so tired Hunter. I’d like to make sure you don’t drown-”

He reaches out and pulls you into a tight hug, pulling you onto his lap, and he buries his face in your neck. “I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles.

You gently card your fingers through his hair, carefully working the knots out with your fingers, “I promised I'd stay with you until the end of the line, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.” You whisper to him. 

“You deserve better than some failure of a clone.” Hunter says against the skin of your neck.

“Hey, none of that.” You lightly kiss the side of his head, “I chose this. I chose you. Just…let me take care of you.”

“It’ll be awful work.” He warns.

“Not to me. Not if it is you. Not ever.”

And slowly, as you hold him, some of the tension drains from his body. And, for the first time, you start to think that he’ll be okay.

[gars-weaponeer]

Incorrect Bad Batch Quote #6

Corrie: Do you know why I Stopped you?

Corrie: You are four people on a speeder bike.

Hunter: wait... four?

Crosshair: Sith spit! Echo fell off again...

[I saw the cover of the new Frat Bad Batch comics that are coming out and was slightly disappointed that it would take place pre Echo joining... so i made this]

[questforgalas]

Passing the Time

Notes: a quick little diddy I wrote inspired by this art created by @zaana that I couldn't get out of my head and I also need pre-order 66 moments with the Batch like I need air. Just Crosshair and Hunter being soft bros and reminiscing

WC: 900

Tay's Masterlist

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Staring up at the night sky, Crosshair counts 7 different constellations laying within his vision. The midnight air still carried the day’s humidity, causing a thin layer of sweat to coat his skin underneath his armor even as he relaxes against the boulder he settled against at the beginning of his watch shift. A breeze rustles the palm fronds hanging above them, softly grazing his face, and in the distance, waves are heard softly rolling onto the beach on the other side of the grove.

Hard to believe just hours ago they were knee deep in Separatist territory doing what they do best. Especially what Wrecker does best with explosives. 

Checking his vambrace’s chrono, they aren’t due to leave for Kamino for another 5 hours. Finally returning home after nearly 5 months of missions. Giving a content hum, he crosses his legs in front of him, leaning further into the boulder and settling in for the remainder of the night. The only noise disturbing the soft jungle symphony coming from the GNK droid keeping him company. 

A thud from behind catches his attention, causing him to glance over his shoulder back at the Marauder. The gate was left open, letting the soft interior light spill onto the jungle floor and illuminate the figure walking towards him. Turning back to the jungle, Crosshair reaches into his belt taking out a toothpick to place between his lips as he waits for his sergeant to join him. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asks when Hunter settles in next to him, using the GNK as an improvised chair. 

“Can’t shut it down tonight,” Hunter replies. Crosshair gives a hum, understanding. As they grew older, the nights Hunter couldn’t shut his senses down became more rare, but occasionally, after a string of tiring missions, they could prove too much for his exhausted mind. 

“Echo and Wrecker out?”

“Like lights.” 

“Tech?”

“Doing something to the Marauder. As always.”

Crosshair huffs a sigh. “He’s going to work himself to death.” 

“When did you become a mother hen?” Hunter jokes, playfully jabbing an elbow into the sniper’s arm. That earns him a grumble that loses its bite when Crosshair can’t help the smile tugging on his lips. 

“Simply keeping the efficiency of the squad in mind,” Crosshair counters. 

“Uh huh. Don’t worry, Cross. Your secret’s safe with me. Can’t let anyone think you’re not a prickly asshole,” Hunter teases. 

The sniper rolls his eyes and flicks the toothpick to the other side of his mouth as he looks back up to the sky, letting the comfortable silence between him and Hunter settle around them. Mind on the brother likely buried in wires, he smiles up at the stars as his thoughts bring up memories previously forgotten. 

“Remember when we were younglings,” Crosshair starts, “and he was determined to build his own battle droid? Wanted it to go on missions with us.” 

Hunter groans, “Convinced Wrecker to break into the training lab with him to scrap and carry parts back to our barracks. Was set on having it ready for our next simulator. Stayed awake for days to finish it. He was so tired, he accidentally mis-wired the activation so it came alive in the barracks. Started firing everywhere.” 

“A bolt went right by my head! Hit my favorite target card!” Crosshair exclaims as he pushes himself off of the boulder, turning his body towards Hunter. 

“I’ve never seen Wrecker move so quickly when he flipped the table and took cover,” Hunter continues. “I had to tackle Tech down since he was still in a stupor, just staring at the droid wildly firing. It finally ran out of juice after a minute, but the damage to the barracks…” 

“Can’t believe Nala Se’s check up was scheduled for that day. Remember the look on her face when she opened the door?” Crosshair says with a laugh. 

“Still not as good as Lama Su’s when I had to explain to him what happened after being called to his office,” Hunter snickers. “Only the second time that week too. Pretty sure that was a record for us.” 

“What was the most?” 

“In one week? Nine. Became more frequent after Echo joined. Who knew an ARC would be such a troublemaker,” Hunter chuckled. 

“He’s not so bad. For a reg.” 

Hunter flicked his gaze up to Crosshair and smiled at the fondness he found in his eyes. No one was more protective of their squad than the ARC, and no one was more protective of the ARC than their sniper. 

Turns out, Echo has as much patience for bullies as he does for Separatists, and the Batch learned quickly that something as small as a snide look sent their way resulted in it being punched off the reg’s face by a scomp. Naturally, Echo’s fierce loyalty and no hesitation to knock down regs earned him a high spot in Crosshair’s regard. 

“Pretty sure he gets it from that Fives he’s always talking about,” Crosshair says. 

“Can’t really picture Rex having a bunch of rowdy ARCs,” Hunter mutters. 

“I think Skywalker required all of his attention. Let the others get away with it,” Crosshair chuckles.

Hunter matches his chuckle with his own. “Remember when…”

Surrounded by the quiet of the jungle, the brothers swap stories until the dark hours of night soften with the first rays of the sun crawling up to the horizon. The quiet is interrupted by Wrecker’s laugh inside the ship, and the sergeant and the sniper join their squad as they prepare to return home.

[moodymisty]

hi !! congrats on your milestone, you deserve it!! :D 💜

I saw the "accidentally saying a pet name" and I was immediately intrigued how that would go with Crosshair and Hunter if you're willing? :0 or just with Cross if it's to 1 character, I'm sorry if I confused smth HDJAHKF

SFW if possible? i just need smth cute atm aa

again congrats and I hope you're doing okay !💜💜

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Awww thank you so much!! I don't know if I deserve it, but I'm so happy that people enjoy my stuff! And no you didn't get anything confused, lets give Hunter and Crossy some love.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Both pre-order 66

✦ Hunter ✦

You don't know why out of every thing you've done- Every hill you've climbed, stairs ascended and rocky path treaded, this one goddamn seam on the gangplank of the Marauder always manages to get you.

It's made you trip up multiple times, once so even ending up face planted in the dirt right in front of everyone else. Up or down it never fails to catch the toe of your boot, the moment you don't consciously remember to lift your feet up higher to avoid it.

"Are you all coming anytime soon?"

Wrecker groans, rolling his eyes when he realizes everyone isn't right behind him. He complains about feeling like he's starving, Crosshair and Tech both telling him to can it as they join him outside. That just leaves you and Hunter for last, having taken the longest to get ready.

The two of you walk out of the ship mostly side by side, and in your excitement to get some food, you fail to once again remember that little lip of metal that always trips you up. It catches the toe of your shoe and sends you flying forward, attempting to stumble and catch yourself.

Hunter jolts forward and grabs you at the waist, skidding forward slightly after catching you. Your hands are partly held outwards and you'd been prepared to catch your own fall, but Hunter's strong grip stops you halfway down.

"Woah, easy there sweetheart," He says the moment you have your feet under your center of gravity again. His hands grip your stomach and waist, the fabric of your top bunching and pulling awkwardly.

However you can feel the moment he realizes what surprisingly intimate word has slipped from his lips, removing his arms from you the second you have your bearings about you. He lets out a small cough.

"I, Uh..."

His eyes glance away from you, but when they look back, you're smiling.

"Thanks for the save, Hunter." He can feel his brothers eyes on him, even as he nods at you and attempts to hide the way his face feels a little hot.

✦ Crosshair ✦

If there is one thing consistent about Crosshair, it's that he always loves to call you names. Things like 'princess', illuding to your demands for specific things. Like wishing they'd pick up after themselves, or for the Marauder to not smell like bottled, concentrated 'man'.

But it's all laced with sarcasm and his overall brand of incorrigible ass, so you've never taken any of it seriously.

Afterall it seems as if he can barely stand your very being in the same vicinity as him, why would you let his words get to you? It's all just him being a jerk or at best, just teasing. Though at least most of the time he seems to barely stand you- other times he's far more talkative than you'd ever expect of him.

The pilot's seat creaks a bit as you lean back into it a bit more, pulling your legs up to tuck them beside you.

Crosshair is confusing; You can't ever seem to get a solid read on him or how he really feels about you.

"How long you been in here?"

Well now, speak of the devil.

You look to your side and see Crosshair standing between the pilot and co-pilot seat, looking out of the viewport at the stars and planets streaking past. He glances down at you for a moment, face still forward.

"I've been here since a bit before Tech left. Finally managed to get him to leave."

You manage to mostly hold back a yawn, but it still forces you to make a small noise in your throat. It's been awhile, and watching the ship in hyperspace is more than a little boring. If anything, the lull of the engines, bumping of metal on metal, and the soft glow of the safely lights on the floor have only served as your new favorite lullaby since you had made the Marauder your home away from home.

"I'll take over." His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head.

"It's fine, Crosshair. I'm not that tired." And you don't want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they'd never think it.

Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched.

"Go sleep, doll. I'll cover for you."

You're used to ignoring his words but, the softness of these ones strike you. When you look up at him in surprise however, he's already patched up the tiny little crack in his exterior he let crumble.

"Cross? What di-" He jerks his head in the direction of the bunks.

"Go." He leaves no room for argument, and so you get up and move to slip past him.

His face noticeably turns away from you, waiting until you're safely out of sight before he mouths insult after insult at himself for letting that slip, and almost embarrassing himself.

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Personal Masterlist of Summer of Bad Batch 2024 prompt fills (updated)

Ignorance is Bliss - a Tech infodump has unforeseen consequences. POV: Hunter

Lost and Found - a Tech Lives story, highlighting his reunion with his family and Phee. POV: Tech, Crosshair, Phee

The Start of Something New - a TechPhee/Tech Lives story, loose follow up to "Lost and Found." POV: Hunter

These Scars Remain - how Wrecker got his major facial scar. POV: Wrecker

Style and Error - Omega gets her first major hairstyle change since joining the Bad Batch, and her brothers get a crash course in adolescent female hairstyles. POV: Hunter, Omega

Out of Darkness, Into Light - a brief account of Echo's time in Separatist captivity. POV: Echo

Out of His Depth - safe on Pabu after Hemlock is defeated, Crosshair discovers a new skill. POV: Crosshair

Safe and Secure - when Omega has nightmares, she knows she can find comfort from her brothers. POV: Omega

Touched - Tech has nerves of steel - most of the time. TechPhee, pre-"Tipping Point." POV: Tech

All Together, Always - Cadet Batch faces down the mess hall. POV: omniscient

What Needs to Be Done - brief glimpse into Crosshair's thoughts after parting ways with Cody, leading up to "The Outpost." POV: Crosshair

The Jar - after joining Clone Force 99, Echo is still adjusting to his modifications. POV: Echo

(HUGE SHOUTOUT to @kybercrystals94 for orchestrating this massive event! This has been SO much fun!!!)

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Of course I cried (a TBB S1 Retrospective and cry fest)

I finished S1 and it honestly is still stands really strong. While I love the other seasons more (for quite obvious reasons), S1 still has really standout moments and episodes such as the finale. Crosshair might be in is bad boy era, but he's still incredibly compelling.

What hurts to me most about S1 is this image above. This is the last time CF99 is all together. Ever. Obviously, we didn't know that and neither did our boys and Omega. Even if the Batch knew in-universe there was a chance that they would never see each other again, I think deep down they hoped they would reunite. I know Omega had hope that Crosshair would somehow find his way home.

What makes S1 (and the whole show in retrospect) even more tragic is that we will never see the BB whole ever again. It makes Tech's death hurt that much more because he and Crosshair never made proper amends. The last thing he hears Crosshair talk about is how everyone else is foolish for not joining the Empire and making his choice to stay. One of the last memories Crosshair really has of his brother is him pointing his blaster at him. After that, it's a one way ticket to suffering for Crosshair.

I know it's just a show, but images like the one above make me wish we had more time with the Batch before they were so cruelly torn apart from each other and it only enhances the tragedy they go through. The series finale, no matter how sunshiney it looks, is still bittersweet. The Batch finally get their freedom but at a great cost. Tech doesn't make it. Crosshair is still deeply hurting. It's a harsh reality that breaks my heart. In Rebels, we had 3 seasons of the Ghost crew together before we lost both Kanan and (temporarily) Ezra. The BB don't even get a single season all together. I would've loved to see them all with each other at least one more time without all the conflict.

But looking at S1 as a whole in general, I still really enjoy it. I love episodes like "Common Ground" or "War-Mantle" because we see how monstrous the Empire really is right out of the gate. Rampart, as goofy as that scream made him look, is a very crafty and entertaining villain who you just want to punch in the face. Crosshair himself is a fantastic villain who's both ruthless and tragic. While he doesn't hold back, the clear attachment he still has to his brothers in the back half of the season make the finale that much more emotional.

And while you can argue there is a lot of "filler," a rewatch proves that each episode happens for a reason. Why did the Batch have to capture a baby Rancor? So they could get info on Fennec. How come they stuck around to help Cid? Because she gave them money and work. I'm not saying that it's the most entertaining content we've seen, but there is a clear purpose for why those episodes happen.

I would've loved to see more Crosshair (for obvious reasons), but I do think the first season does balance out the story arcs well and when we do see him, he is always great. Thanks to the great music and acting from DBB, I do think the first season makes it clear that while Crosshair isn't leaving the Empire, he's not the same man he was pre-Bracca. The chip's influence isn't there (or at the very least severely diminished based on how you interpret Cross' reveal) and he does want them back but only on his terms.

As for the others, I definitely understand Hunter a bit more. He wants to help Crosshair, but he really doesn't know how nor does he want to endanger the others. I wish the group had a least one conversation about it though. For a group that feels like they should be very tight knit, it still feels like they brush Cross' departure off quite quickly. It's kinda like the Tech scenario in S3 where you know they're thinking about it, but nobody says anything. And that's frustrating because you know the Batch have a lot on their mind, especially Crosshair. And ironically, the quietist of the Batch is the most vocal about his feelings. Crosshair is so expressive and it's one of my favorite things about it.

Omega is such a cute munchkin. I adore her with every fiber of my being. She takes everything with stride and I love how S1 establishes many skills (like the hustling) that will later come into play in S2 or S3. And the show isn't afraid to show her learning process. Omega makes many mistakes, but she learns quickly and tries again. She loves her brothers so much.

Overall, S1 is still very strong and much more tragic in retrospect. I guess in someways, it reminds us how unfair life can be sometimes and that's why we gotta cherish each moment. Tech might no longer be with us, but he lives on through each of his brothers and Omega. Cross might never see him again, but as he tries to be better, Tech is no doubt smiling down from Clone Heaven.

Anyways, onto S2 (and more sadness). TBB lowkey is the most tragic of the SW animated shows not counting the Siege of Mandalore arc in CW. Every season, something awful happens to tear our little clone family apart. That's why the ending on Pabu, no matter the quality of writing, meant so much to me.

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

The Bad Batch Short Story Collection

Assorted short stories written in response to prompt challenges. Titles are the prompts used. Almost all under 2k word count.

I've arranged this list in 'chronological order' ie/ Cadets -> S1 -> S2 -> S3. All links are to the Tumblr versions of the stories. Prefer to read the collection on AO3? It'll be in the order that prompts were released, but you can find it Here.

Looking for longer stories? To check out the round-up of my other fics, Click Here :)

Cadet Batch - as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces Of The People We Love'

Unresponsive Tech loses his first batchmate. Lightning Strike Struggling with how a Kaminoan lightning storm affects his enhanced senses, a young enhanced clone cadet makes an unexpected friend. Injured / Lula Alone and recovering from an injury that might lead to his decommissioning, Wrecker gets an unexpected visitor, and an unexpected friend. Helpless Experimental Unit 99 are on a training exercise and struggling to shake down with their new member, CT-9931 ‘Hunter’. Blood-Stained Tiles / Ice Pack Wrecker finds Hunter in the freshers nursing a split lip. Getting a Haircut / Cadets / "Don't avoid the question" The enhanced cadets discuss the state of their newest addition's hair. Victim Blaming Crosshair is severe and unyielding when it comes to dealing with a headlice infestation.

TCW Era

"Help Them" / Compelling Voice Hunter is injured, but orders Crosshair to continue with the mission. "It's just a scratch" Hunter can still be a little shit, even when he's being a good brother.

S1

Obedience / Conditioning Imperial Officers and Kaminoans discuss enhancing the strength of Crosshair’s control chip. Crosshair deals with the effects of his chip enhancement. Suffering in Silence Omega wants to play, but all Wrecker wants is rest. Found Footage Tech discovers an old home video from their cadet days. Solitary Confinement After being captured on Daro, Hunter waits in the holding cell for Crosshair to come and confront him. "I love you" / Sole Survivor Crosshair considers many things.

S2

Too Weak To Move / Bundled Up In Blankets The Batch are camped out in Cid's Parlour in Ord Mantell, recuperating from the flu. Presumed Dead Hunter and Echo argue about the future. “I didn’t think I would get this far.” Tech and Phee debate the merits of lab-grown versus natural. Battle Scars Phee admires Tech's battle scars, prompting a comparison with his brothers. Left for Dead Hemlock recovers Tech's goggles on Eriadu. "No... not like this" Hunter and Phee receive some unwelcome news. Not Allowed To Die Tech still has a mission to complete.

Pre-S3

Time Loop Hunter feels trapped in an endless loop after losing Omega.

Post-S3

Water Gun Fight / "It's not what you think" The children of Pabu have a water gun fight "Get out of my room!" / "You're a bad liar" Teenage girl sleepovers should not be interrupted by well-meaning fathers. Human Weapon aka The Birthday Cake Fic Omega wants to celebrate her friend's birthday, and finds out Crosshair's thoughts on the subject. "Need a hand?" Crosshair struggles to manage a task one-handed. Wrecker is there to support him. "Forget I asked" Crosshair tells Hunter he wants to join the Resistance Light in the Darkness Crosshair considers his motivation. Comfort Zone Hunter is restless, and Shep invites him to take a walk. “Just when were you planning on telling us that?” Wrecker discovers that Hunter has been learning a new skill. “Stop touching me!” - “I’m not touching you!” After a lifetime fearing the roiling ocean dark of Kamino, Fives has his first encounter with the shallow, tropical sea of Pabu “Hold still.” / “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.” Mayday is relaxing on a pristine beach with a smoothie, and doesn't want to be bothered. But the beach is never free of drama. "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen." Omega departs Pabu with an unexpected passenger

[stardust-kenobi]

Wildest Fantasies

Rex x F!Reader x Hunter

Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals your deepest desires that Hunter and Rex are happy to indulge in.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, mfm threesome (no clonecest!!), rex and hunter being gentlemen, ALOT of dirty talk, piv, oral, fingering, LOTS of praise, squirting, just absolutely wonderful filth <3

A/N: being praised and filled by both of them at the same time would absolutely kill me...this fic is self-indulgent...please enjoy

not my gifs, sorry I cannot find the original creators :(

Your job was boring, but it was steady work. It kept you busy on a very isolated planet, but as the months went by, the duties became mundane and the hours grew longer. Regardless, working for the Kaminoans as a management assistant did, in fact, have its perks. The best one? Spending time with your favorite guys, the Bad Batch and Rex. They had come to be your closest friends, who made your endless days at work tolerable.

You’d befriended a lot of clones on a casual level, many from the 501st. Often you’d catch a hint of flirting from them in daily conversation or lingering glances at your body as you’d pass them in the halls. It makes sense, you thought, of course, they’re all likely to have similar tastes in women. Your bosses didn't particularly like that you were so friendly with them, but never directly ordered you not to socialize with them, so you took advantage of the interactions in order to keep yourself sane on a daily basis.

Regardless, you found yourself around Hunter and Rex most frequently. Whether it be because your specific duties put you with them or just because they went out of your way to be near you, you happily welcomed it.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of the boys being gone on countless missions and assignments, they’d returned to Kamino. You joined them for a relaxing evening in their shared common room for your usual game night. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech had gone to bed in their separate rooms for the night, leaving you alone to play a very interesting game with Rex and Hunter. You had to admit that you were happy the night ended with just the three of you. The soft spot you had for them begged for their individual attention.

The game was truth or dare, which is usually a very dangerous game. But tonight, it proved to be mild and mostly innocent. The questions and dares were pre-written on cards. The rules said you had to randomly select a card to ask or dare the other players. You were happy to do anything if it meant hanging out with them.

Rex’s fingers landed on a card that presented the next question in your game. It was your turn, which is why Rex’s face subtly lit up when he read the question.

“What’s your wildest fantasy?”

Maker.

Why did THAT have to be the question for your turn? All the other questions had been innocent or funny. Just your luck.

“Like sexually?” You were taken aback. Perhaps you misinterpreted the question.

“Obviously” Rex scoffed with a chuckle, “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable”, he clarified, his eyes growing wide. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

“I…don’t have one” You lied, knowing damn good and well your wildest fantasies were sitting right in front of you.

“I don’t believe that” Rex laughs, fiddling the card around in his fingers. Hunter stared at you with intent. He was reading you. Thank the stars he was only perceptive, and couldn’t read minds. If he could, you’d be caught in a second.

“It’s true!” You insisted.

“She’s lying” Hunter crossed his arms with a smirk on his adorable face.

“Fine, why don’t you guys share your wildest fantasies?” You rebutted with a playful tone.

They both shared a hesitant glance.

“No, that’s not how this works sweetheart” Hunter shook his head as Rex tossed the card to you.

“Give us a hint at least”  Hunter persisted.

“Fine. Men” You said. That was vague enough, right?

“Men…like more than one?” Rex smirked, raising an eyebrow to you.

Oh, stars. Maybe you did give away too much.

“No…like…y’know just men” you stumbled over your words, “I like men”

“Hm” Rex looked at you as if he was still trying to figure it out.

“She got nervous when you said that” Hunter turned to Rex, before mischievous looks appeared on their faces.

“Okay, I see. So a threesome?” Rex assumed.

“I guess” You shyly confirmed. It was true, just not the whole truth. You omitted the detail regarding who you wanted a threesome with.

“I think there’s more to it” Hunter suggested.

“What do you mean?” You cut your gaze at him, wondering where he was going with this.

“Your fantasy gets a little more specific, doesn’t it?” Hunter sat up in his chair, his voice growing rough and quiet.

“Rex, I think she wants a threesome…with us” Hunter said, his eyes now full of lust and arousal. Gods, he was right. You weren’t sure how he knew, or if it was just a lucky guess, but you weren’t able to hide the look on your face when he said it.

“Interesting” Rex leaned back, bringing his hand to rub his chin in consideration. He was secretly excited and certainly on board with the idea.

“Okay fine!”  You shouted at a whisper, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red, “Yes, I do. Happy?”. Covering your face, you feared how they’d react.

Hunter erupted in an adorable laugh that quickly faded as they both turned their attention to you without another word spoken. As you looked up, their hungry gazes scanned you.

"Alright, Hunter, your turn" You interjected the silence, seemingly changing the subject, but neither of them pressed any further. Hunter and Rex were too considerate to keep that conversation going if they thought you didn’t want to discuss it anymore. That didn’t mean they weren’t obsessing over the thought, which made it hard to keep the bulge in their pants from growing as they imagined it. They knew the thought of fucking you wouldn’t leave their minds. Not even if they stroked themselves later pretending it was you. Nothing was going to cure this craving, but their imaginations would have to be enough.

"Dare" He stated quickly. Hunter thought maybe this dare could lead you all back to another topic to tighten the sexual tension in the room.

You enthusiastically leaned forward to pull the next card from the "dare" deck. No words could've described the convenient timing of the card you pulled.

"Do whatever the person holding the card says to do" You smirked seductively as the words left your lips, "You know what, I think I'll bend the rules here a little bit. This one applies to both of you"

"Hit us with it, sweetheart" Rex eagerly accepted.

The arousal forming within you at even the thought of what you were about to suggest greatly excited you, fueling your confidence to boldly say it.

"I dare you…to fuck me"

It was obvious that Hunter suddenly became flustered, shifting in his seat, feeling himself becoming worked up hearing you say something so dirty. Rex swallowed hard and sat up straight, also seemingly feeling the sexual frustration within him begin to ache.

“So?” You threw up your hands, impatient from the silence and eager to possibly live out your fantasy after all. Rex's precious expression of excitement couldn't be hidden by the stoic front he tried to present as he looked to Hunter. Their wordless agreeance with one another translated to you instantly.

"Is that really what you want?" Rex questioned, needing your reassurance before going any further.

“More than anything” You purred.

“Come on, then” Hunter gestured with his head to the hallway where his room was located.

Adrenaline pumped vigorously through your veins, eliminating any pesky feeling of nervousness or timid behavior. It was all happening so fast, but felt so invigorating as you imagined the heaven you were about to experience in his room alone with both of them.

They both stood to their feet first before Rex walked to you, holding out his hand for you to help yourself up.

What a gentleman, you thought.

The walk down the hallway was intimidating, knowing the other boys were fast asleep behind each of their doors. Thankfully for you all, the walls were thick, and hopefully soundproof. As you found yourself in Hunter's room, you admired how spacious it was, and wondered how he was lucky enough to have such a large bed, plenty big enough for you three to indulge yourselves.

"On the bed, princess" Hunter commanded while he and Rex worked to remove their outer layer of armor, leaving themselves only in their black under-layers as you laid back comfortably, anxiously awaiting the feeling of their wandering hands on your body.

It was as if they rehearsed it, with the way they towered over you together, Rex pulled away at your top, while Hunter worked to remove your pants. Within seconds your bare skin was exposed to the chilled air of the room, sending goosebumps across your body.

"Oh, Y/N, you are so beautiful" Rex praised sweetly as they stood back to get a better view of your bare body on display for them. They couldn't believe this was happening, and truly they felt like the luckiest men in the galaxy knowing they were about to have you moaning and melting beneath them.

"Fuck, look at her. So perfect" Hunter whispered, his jaw tightening.

"Rex, come here" You instructed, holding your hand out for him to grab, pulling him gently to the bed. He wanted you so bad he couldn't stand it, which is all the more reason for him to be a little nervous, and you could tell. As he hovered above you, your fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. The chiseled, slightly scarred body in front of you was a dream to look at, and you admired every inch of it.

Hunter, showing more confidence than Rex in this situation, had removed his shirt, too, and sat next to you on the edge of the bed while Rex found his confidence in attacking your lips, wrapping you into a passionate kiss. The electrifying feeling of his touch with the sudden caress of Hunter's fingers traveling slowly up your thigh was already so deliciously overwhelming.

Rex's lips moved down to your neck, allowing Hunter to sweep in to place his eager lips upon yours. His hand rested hesitantly in the crease of your thigh, unsure if you were ready or not. Arousal was already pooled in between your legs.

"Touch me...Maker, do whatever you want to me...both of you" You begged breathlessly, needing them to handle you in every way they ever dreamed about.

"Well, you heard her, Hunter" Rex smiled, teasing intermittently between the sweet pecks upon your neck.

With your back now pressed firmly into the mattress, they began overtaking your body as you'd asked. Rex peppered more kisses slowly down to your breasts before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth sucking gently, earning a light whimper from your lips. Hunter held his face close to you, barely leaving any space at all between your lips and his, watching your expression as his fingers found their way to your already wet entrance.

"Kriff...Rex, she's soaked already" He teased, looking down at the desperate look on your face.

"Good girl" Rex praised how turned on you were, his hands wandering every square inch of your body.

"Very good girl" Hunter reiterated. He wanted to watch you when he finally touched you where you needed him. Fingers trailed up your slit, finally finding rhythm on the bud of your clit. Your body twitched subtly at the contact with the release of a soft moan that was music to their ears.

"We've barely gotten started with you, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle this?" Hunter playfully asked, applying more pressure to his motions.

Nodding with a smile, you pulled at Rex's pants, not able to form the words you needed right now. You had to be dreaming, you thought, this was everything you'd ever wanted.

"Oh, you want this?" Rex teased as he pulled his aching cock from the restraint of his pants. With an affirmative nod, you moaned so desperately at the sight.

"Turn over" Hunter instructed. You did as he asked, and positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Rex, also on his knees, lined the tip of his length up to your open mouth, while Hunter moved behind you, trailing his hand up the back of your thighs before sliding two fingers into your pussy.

You whimpered at the feeling at the same moment that Rex's cock filled your mouth completely. The sweet sound of his expressive pleasure filled the air with your own. Hearing Rex enjoying the sensation of your mouth sent a flash of heat through your veins. His hands rested gently on your head while you began to suck him off.

Fingers pumped in and out of you with perfect rhythm as Hunter curled his digits with every motion. The angle at that he fucked you with his fingers added even more of an overwhelming feeling as he brushed your g-spot so effortlessly. Your moans were muffled from your occupied mouth, but Hunter still heard how good he made you feel.

"Yeah, you like that, princess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "just wait until you feel my cock inside you"

You swirled your tongue around Rex's cock with the bobbing of your head. It was a struggle to focus on your motions when Hunter was working so fervently to bring you to your climax. They both deserved your full attention, and you were going to give it to them.

"She feels amazing, Sergeant, ah- fuck, so good" Rex stumbled on his words as he focused on his pleasure.

"Oh yeah? I think I'll have to feel her for myself" Hunter chuckled softly and sadistically, so eager to be inside you he could hardly stand it anymore.

"I can feel you tighten around my fingers, sweetheart, go on. Come for me"

The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of his hand, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Rex’s cock to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.

“There you go, Y/N” Hunter encouraged you, keeping his pace as you clenched around him.

“Just like that, baby, you sound so pretty when you come” Rex praised you, running his hand through your hair while he stroked himself next to your face, allowing you to enjoy your orgasm without worrying about him for a moment.

Their approving moans graced your ear while the tingling pleasure fizzled slowly. They were completely enamored with you, watching your every single move and reaction to the effect of their touch.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?” Hunter warned you now, and even the words made you clench around the emptiness left from where he removed his fingers.

“Please, yes. I need your cock” You begged with a tiny whimper, your hips instinctively backing up against Hunter.

“Such a filthy mouth, I think you need it filled again” Hunter chuckled, grabbing a handful of your ass.

Rex nodded to him with a precious smirk, pressing the tip of his length against your swollen lips again. The sudden sensation of Hunter's cock pressed against your cunt earned an eager moan from your throat, sending vibrations over Rex as you continued to suck him off.

The fullness overwhelmed your senses as Hunter fully sunk himself into your wetness. He choked on a strangled moan, finally able to feel what he'd dreamed of for so long as he bottomed out. Rex and Hunter found sync and rhythm together as they thrust in and out of you from their opposite ends. It was more intoxicating to you than you'd ever felt in bed before. Nothing compared to being absolutely worshipped by these men who wanted nothing more than to focus on your own pleasure.

You melted at the sounds they made, so sweet and arousing, as they found satisfaction in what you provided to them. You'd hoped that what you assumed before was true about the sounds not escaping the walls around you, because if the adjoining rooms had any clue of what was happening in this room, your relentless cries would've been the dead giveaway.

You loved looking up at Rex with his cock in your mouth, but you wanted to see Hunter while he fucked you, too. As you pulled away from sucking Rex, Hunter took note of how you tried to watch behind you.

"You want to watch, sweetheart?" Hunter purred. Hearing him speaking softly in such a naughty context sent chills down your spine.

"Yes, I want to watch, please” You pleaded, moaning through your words before returning to lick all of Rex's length.

"I think its Rex's turn to feel this sweet cunt of yours, yeah?"

The motions of Rex's thrusts into your mouth faltered only at the sound of his suggestion. He wanted to feel your pussy, but was so patient to wait his turn.

"She's ready for you, Rex” Hunter groaned as he removed himself from you and Rex did the same. You were empty...so painfully empty. You wanted...no...you needed to be filled again.

They both used their strength to turn you over onto your back again. Hunter moved swiftly as he sat next to your face, propping your head on his thigh, putting your eye level with his length, and giving you the view you wanted. Rex wasted no time, sinking suddenly into your wetness. An animalistic, desperate moan escaped him.

“You gonna watch me fuck you, princess?” Rex smiled so sweetly before his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed together.

Using your moisture that still coated Hunter’s length and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip, you began to stroke him firmly. He twitched at the contact, but groaned deeply as the pleasurable sensation kicked in again.

As Rex fucked you hard, his thighs slapping firmly against yours, Hunter cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you like this" Hunter praised sweetly, watching you writhe and squirm with the motions of his fingers. Once again, they both found a rhythm in what they were doing, pushing you so close to the edge. As you continued stroking Hunter, he subtly thrust his hips into your fist.

"Fuck, I-...I'm so close" You whimpered.

"Come on his cock" Hunter whispered to you, keeping consistent motions on your clit, “you’re doing so good”

An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside you with the approach of your second orgasm. The growing pleasure that centered itself in between your legs exploded, radiating out through your veins, overwhelming you so wonderfully. As you came, that unfamiliar pressure released itself, coating Rex's thighs and Hunter's hand as you cried out incoherent profanities.

"Oh, maker" Rex relished in how arousing it was watching you squirt on him. Hunter deeply moaned as he watched it, too, the look on his face showing pure pride for what they'd made you do.

You held your mouth open in shock, knowing you'd never done that before, but it felt so good.

"That's never...stars, that has never happened before" You breathed heavily as you came down from the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. You hardly noticed you were trembling.

"Give us another one" Hunter commanded, returning to rubbing your clit once more.

"I can't, fuck, it's too much" You whined as your overstimulated body twitched and squirmed with Rex’s cock still deep inside you. Hunter smirked, laying his arm across your chest to hold you down. He knew you needed more, and they were going to give it to you.

"Yes, you can princess. You can take it" Rex encouraged you as he started to move his hips again.

You were so sensitive but still truly wanted to feel that again. The craving to experience another release outweighed any hesitation. Leaning up, propping yourself on your elbows, you took Hunter into your mouth and let him fuck your face while he still worked make you come again.

“I won’t last much longer, Y/N, Kriff you feel so good” Hunter praised, using your skilled tongue to get himself off.

“Me either. She’s so tight” a soft whimper trailed the end of Rex’s words.

The sensation crept up to you again, quicker than before. The brushing of Rex’s cock against your g-spot, the firm pressure against your clit, and the way Hunter used your face for his own pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Right there, yes, don’t stop” You begged so desperately, pulling off Hunter’s length to breathe. Quickly he pulled you back onto him.

Before you could even prepare for it, your third orgasm washed over you like a graceful wave, the pressure unleashing itself as you came for them again. You soaked them both again, earning approving grunts and moans from them as they watched in awe of you. You were a mess of whimpering that was muffled by Hunter’s cock that nearly choked you as he made you take all of him at once.

“That’s our good girl, fuck, you’re soaking us” Rex praised, his thrusts growing harder as he chased his own high. You were slowly coming down the rush of your orgasm and felt your legs grow weak as they trembled.

Their pleasurable expressions filled the room as they both grew louder, knowing that know that you were taken care of, they could use you as they pleased to reach their own release.

With a couple more thrusts, you were suddenly filled with cum on both ends of your body as they spilled themselves inside of you simultaneously. A tear trickled down your cheek from how much Hunter had filled your mouth, his tip pressing at the back of your throat. They both removed themselves so slowly, and as you swallowed all that he gave you, Hunter softly wiped your cheek before kissing you gently on your red and swollen lips. Rex’s cum began slowly dripping out of you, and you loved the feeling.

Rex and Hunter both collapsed on either side of you in bed as you all floated back down from your intense highs.

“That was…” Rex started, breathless and speechless.

“Fucking amazing” You finished for him.

“I’ll say” Hunter chuckled.

Your wonderfully aching body fell tired so suddenly. They both looked over, admiring you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Hunter suggested, standing to help you to your feet. They showered you with the gentle attention you needed in your exhaustion and helped you bathe before laying you down tenderly in bed.

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Taglist: @wanderer-six @ilovestarwarsmen725

[weasleywizardpranks]

Just a little Bad Batch Goodbye

I thought I was doing well and now it’s ending in just a few hours and I’m completely not ready to say goodbye. It just feels too soon

I know everyone (me included) are hoping for a spinoff but it’s not the same you know? We might only get glimpses or mentions depending on what happens in the finale.

I just feel like we could’ve gotten way more seasons. Or more content. Honestly I’d love to see more of them pre order 66, like their first mission and just seeing more of Echo joining the group.

Regardless of what happens I’m going to be a crying mess I think. Really just gonna hope it isn’t a permanent goodbye and we at least get to see them again in something because I don’t feel like losing them completely. (Yes I’m reading into Dee’s thank you message too much)

Crosshair, Tech. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Omega. All are definitely some of my favourite characters and it’s crazy to think we haven’t even had them for that long (Echo doesn’t count but he was gone for awhile) But their impact has been made.

Long Live The Bad Batch

[momojedi]

bad batch headcanons bc i'm bored

I have a crush on crosshair if u couldn't tell, he's so <3 (I genuinely seem to have a thing for evil snipers idk)

tell me if u like my headcanons, these were actually kinda fun to make and I'd love to contribute to the x reader content out there

crosshair has a pack of toothpicks stored in a pocket that he takes w him everywhere. what, do you really think he always keeps the same one? that's gross man.

echo and tech have grown really close since echo joined clone force 99. they just both feel like they're the only logical-thinking ones in the group.

wrecker can and will throw a fit if lula deliberately gets taken away from him. crosshair had to figure that out the bad way.

even though (pre-tbb) crosshair seems cold and uncaring towards his brothers and enjoys bullying them relentlessly, he still couldn't imagine leaving them behind and becoming just a reg.

although crosshair thinks what he's done was the only right thing (because "good soldiers follow orders"), somewhere deep down in a slightly warmer part of him, his heart ached when he backstabbed his brothers.

[eretzyisrael]

To the current crop of campus Jew haters, the Houthis are good guys because they’re slowing global trade in the name of attacking Israel. The civil war the Houthis participated in has destroyed Yemen. The Houthi’s slogan is, “God is great, death to the U.S., death to Israel, curse the Jews, and victory for Islam.” The average university student chanting “Yemen, Yemen make us proud. Turn another ship around,” is as ignorant of the Houthis as they are of which river and which sea they want free.

South Africa, a country steeped in corruption, in which the rule of law is disintegrating, has become another favorite of Israel/Jew haters due to the ICJ case they brought against Israel. Iran, a country in which human rights are non-existent, where women are arrested if they’re not properly veiled, receives full support from these ersatz human rights advocates.

You do see the pattern here, don’t you? Jews and Israel – bad. Fascist dictatorial regimes – good.

You may or may not care about the current rise in antisemitism. You should. What begins with the Jews never ends with the Jews. A society in which we Jews lose our freedom is one where everyone’s freedoms are curtailed. As antisemitism grows, your world will become more unpleasant. The fascist supporters marching in the streets, accessorized with the requisite terrorist-chic keffiyeh, in support of some of the world’s worst human rights abusers, hate you too. If they can make things miserable enough for Jews and return us to our pre-1948 roles as marginalized scapegoats, they can work on cowing the rest of society into submission. That’s why they are interrupting and disrupting everything Americans enjoy.

Some recent attacks on the American way of life; you are no longer allowed to celebrate Easter. You may not enjoy Christmas either. You may not barbeque or have Fourth of July fireworks. You must burn the American flag instead. Don’t count on a peaceful hospital stay. If you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor; unless it’s a Jewish doctor. Same if you have a Jewish therapist. Your university convocation? It will be defaced. If you’re even allowed to get an education. If you graduate, you can forget a graduation ceremony. Museums are forbidden. Are you a reader? You may only read approved authors. And don’t think being LGBTQIA  will save you. Intersectionality only goes so far. You have no say. Free speech is a fading memory. And by the way, good luck traveling.

You are in their crosshairs. By your failure to be out in the streets screaming for Jewish blood, you are complicit in genocide. You are guilty, and you must be punished. While they can’t put you in a gulag (yet), they can restrict your life’s pleasures until you bow to their tyrannical, fascist demands. They’re organized, and they mean it. In their own words, advertising their April 15th 2024 Coordinated Economic Blockade to Free Palestine: “The global economy is complicit in genocide. Join participating cities in blocking the arteries of capitalism and jamming the wheels of production.”

Notice that they’re not trying to hide their goal. I don’t know how successful they were in “blocking the arteries of capitalism,” but they were noticed, and they will be back next year, still blaming Israel. So, get ready. The strategy is simple; if they push long and hard enough, and blame Israel enough, regular, normal, non-fascist supporting people, will slowly, a bit at a time, give in to their demands, and agree to live under their collective boot, because most of us just want to be left alone to live our lives in peace.

Forget it. First, Israel and the Jews. Then you.

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 2

Round 2 Directory

Context:

Bill Cipher/Ford Pines

Summary by Anonymous Contributor

Pre-betrayal: Ford built a house featuring several stained glass windows of Bill. Had an entire room dedicated to art of Bill that he found. Entire house is full of objects with Bill's likeness on them. Called him "his muse." Agreed to let Bill possess his body, and I quote, "until the end of time." Bill told Ford he was the specialest smartest person of the century and that they were going to change the world together.

Post-betrayal: After revealing his apocalyptic plans that he used Ford for, Bill told Ford "It'd be fun to watch you try to stop me! Cute, even!". Ford then spent thirty years inventing and building a special kind of gun capable of killing Bill. With bill-shaped crosshairs. Ford wrote many many pages in his journal about Bill, including lines like "I was seduced by flattery" and "MY MUSE WAS A MONSTER" in big letters surrounded by frenzied scribbling. Bill calls him by cutesy nicknames, including "Fordsy." During the apocalypse, Bill serenades Ford on the piano, asks him multiple times to join him and rule the world together, and then puts a chained collar around his neck.

Homura/Madoka

Summary by Anonymous Contributor

This is the story of 3 betrayals :

1. Madoka and Homura meet and become best friends. Madoka believes in love and justice and helping people as a magical girl. But she gets killed. So Homura, loving her and believing in her cause, becomes a magical girl in order to time travel and save Madoka. Eventually, however, they find out they were being tricked all along, and none of what they thought they were fighting for is real. And this is BETRAYAL NUMBER 1: They've agreed to give up and just die/become monsters Together, when suddenly Madoka sacrifices herself to save Homura. As she is dying in Homura's arms she tells her she has a selfish goal: "you can travel in time, right ? Go back in time and warn me, stop me from getting tricked and becoming a magical girl."

2. So Homura goes back in time and tries to warn Madoka and their friends, but no one believes her. She can't save Madoka from her fate. So she time travels, again and again and again, trying desperately to save Madoka and failing every time, and becoming more and more estranged from her with every timeline. By the time we get to the timeline we know, she's done it so many times that she's become a stranger to Madoka, but Homura has become cold and hardened. It doesn't matter if Madoka doesn't love her anymore, all that matters is saving her. In the end, Homura's time travel has tied the strings of fate around Madoka so much, that Madoka bcomes the most powerful magical girl of all time and is able to essentially become a god, and rewrite the rules of the universe. She's created a better world, but at the cost of erasing her own human existence. Now no one will remember her except for Homura. As they are hugging naked in the cosmos, saying goodbye as the universe rewrites itself, Homura expresses how devastated she is by this turn of events. Madoka has saved her from the time loop she was in, but has sacrificed herself, and thereby Homura has failed to keep her promise of saving her. This is BETRAYAL NUMBER 2: Homura now has to live without Madoka, and all hope of keeping her promise to save her is lost.

3. And so we arrive at BETRAYAL NUMBER 3, the one they're most famous for : Homura tricks Madoka, and steals her godhood. Homura becomes the devil and undoes everything Madoka has fought for just to save Madoka and let her have a human existence, because she loves her that much. It's the ultimate betrayal because she destroys everything Madoka sacrificed herself for, she refuses to let her make the world better because selfishly, she loves Madoka so much she wants her to be able to exist.

[wolveria]

On Frozen Wings - Ch 6

Pairing: Crosshair x Hunter

Rating: 18+ only, Explicit

Hunter and Crosshair's last night on Pabu. Hunter wants to make it special, Crosshair continues to surprise him.

AO3

Hunter woke. He was perfectly quiet, and he didn’t move, but his breath rushed in and out as his heart hammered so hard he thought it might leap from his chest.

He sat up, the thin blankets pooling around his waist as he braced his hands against his forehead, attempting to get air. He squeezed his eyes shut, but that only showed him the fading images that chased him from sleep.

The touch on his shoulder was light, but Hunter jerked back, eyes wide—he hadn’t heard anyone—

Crosshair stared, his eyes wider than usual. And then he set his features into something flat. Neutral.

“Who was it?”

Hunter blinked, still panting for air. How did he know?

Crosshair must have seen the question in his face, because he gave a small huff and said, “This might not be Kamino, but you still have the nightmares.”

The nightmares. They’d plagued him for as long as he could remember. Different circumstances, different people. Always the same ending.

He swallowed dryly.

“Tech.”

His voice trembled, but Crosshair didn’t comment. His face remained that same blank neutral, but then he got out of bed and slipped on a pair of loose trousers after checking the pockets. He tilted his head toward the door in silent invitation before walking out.

Hunter took a deep breath and followed, pulling on his own pair of pants before stepping outside. The pre-dawn air was cool and fresh, a lingering scent on the breeze of the blossoming night-flowers that dotted the seaside below.

Crosshair leaned against the stone barricade beside his house, this side more southern facing, and Hunter could see the horizon beginning to lighten. He joined the sniper, glancing at his hands and the source of the odd scent. Dangling between his fingers was a hand-rolled smoke, and suddenly, he was thrown back in time to Kamino. Sneaking off with Crosshair to smoke whatever they’d managed to get offworld after a mission, or trade with the regs.

Well, Crosshair had smoked, and Hunter had simply sat with him during the ritual. The tabac was too strong for Hunter to tolerate, but the smoke coming from this cig smelled different. Earthy and herbal, and oddly familiar.

Hunter scrunched his nose.

“Don’t tell me you took green Gabaki from the infirmary just to smoke it.”

A smirk tugged on Crosshair’s mouth.

“I did not take medicine from the sick and suffering, Hunter. They were offered to me by… what’s his name? The older gentleman with the cybernetic knee.”

“Mister Ferenki.”

Crosshair’s smirk grew a little wider.

“Do you know everyone here by name?”

“No.”

Hunter paused.

“Not everyone.”

“But most.”

Hunter didn’t know why he was getting defensive about it. Maybe because Crosshair could make him defensive about anything if he sent that tilted smirk his way.

But then Crosshair did something he hadn’t in a long time. He held out his hand to Hunter, the rolled cig held between his fingers.

Hunter stared at it for a moment, and then took it with more care than was probably needed, as if it would fall apart in his hands.

“We should be applying this stuff to our bruises,” Hunter muttered as he leaned against the half wall with his elbows. “Not smoke it.”

“We can do both.”

Crosshair didn’t look out at the sea, instead turning so he could lean back against the barrier, resting on his forearms. Hunter glanced at him before looking away. Crosshair was staring at him without a shred of shyness, his posture languid and inviting.

Hunter brought the cig to his lips and pulled, slow and testing, but the acrid burn he expected didn’t come. There was heat, and a curious taste he rolled across his tongue. He wasn’t even entirely sure you were supposed to smoke green Gabaki, but he trusted Crosshair not to poison them both.

“Surprised you would offer, to be honest,” Crosshair said, all lazy drawl. “Thought you would say some sensible, heroic thing, like how we should save the leaves for the people who truly need it.”

Hunter shot him a side glance.

“Bacta is hard to come by, yeah, but there’s plenty of Gabaki. No reason we need to suffer.”

“Suffer?” His brows rose. “If I recall… you used to like how it felt the day after you took a particularly severe beating.”

Hunter closed his eyes. Why, of all things, did Crosshair have to remember a comment he said once, in passing, when they were cadets. He’d commented that the ache after a sparring match felt good, and Hunter could still remember the interested sparkle in Crosshair’s eye, though at the time, he hadn’t understood what it meant.

Did he understand now? How… how long had Crosshair been interested in… this? Whatever it was, exactly, they were doing.

Taking it as a signal when Hunter didn’t move for several seconds, Crosshair moved. He leaned against Hunter’s shoulder, plucked the cig out of his fingers, and took a drag.

“Is it helping?” he asked, directing the exhale so it wouldn’t blow in his face.

Hunter had to turn the question over in his mind for a moment, the warmth of Crosshair’s shoulder against his a source of distraction. But he did feel more relaxed, calmer, then we’d he’d stepped outside.

“Think so.” Though he wasn’t entirely sure it was the herb so much as it was Crosshair’s close presence. He’d never admit this out loud, but… he’d needed this. Just, an acknowledgement. An offer of confidence. Anything. Hunter didn’t know why he woke up from the nightmares like that, frozen and completely silent. Maybe it was a subconscious attempt not to wake the others. Most of his brothers were heavy sleepers, and Omega had slept far enough away on the ship not to notice.

But Crosshair had always known. And when he’d left…

Hunter pressed his lips together. Crosshair offered the smoke again, and he took it, though he froze at his next question.

“What was it?”

No need to ask what was what. Hunter closed his eyes, but there was no salvation in the darkness behind his eyelids.

Crosshair didn’t backpedal or offer Hunter a way out. He simply waited. Hunter blew out a breath and opened his eyes.

“Donno how much you know about…”

“The kid told me.”

That made it a little easier. It was difficult enough getting out the words, tightening in his throat like they were clawing to stay inside.

“I, uh… watched it. Happen.”

Hunter took another pull, grateful for the momentary respite. When he continued, his voice wasn’t as steady.

“So, y’know. Played out like that.”

He didn’t try to bring the roll to his lips again. It barely stayed between his fingers.

“Always does. Same way. Every time.”

Hunter stared out at the ocean, but he didn’t see it. He only saw the nightmare that wasn’t a nightmare.

“And I can’t… stop it.” The words were trapped tighter. “I can’t—"

Over and over, it happened again. The railcar falling, the hinge connection shot through. The figure, growing smaller until it disappeared into the clouds.

Again, and again, and again—

Crosshair covered his hand with his. For a moment, Hunter thought he was trying to save the doomed cig, but he simply snuffed it out on top of the barricade and let it smolder.

His hands still covered Hunter’s until the shaking subsided, and even then, he didn’t let go, and Hunter didn’t pull away. His throat worked, like something wanted to crawl out of him, and he didn’t know what it was, but it hurt.

It wasn’t always Tech. Sometimes it was Omega. Other times, Wrecker. Echo.

Crosshair. For a long time, it had been Crosshair. Even before their squad broke apart, even when they were cadets safely on Kamino, he would dream of Crosshair slipping out of his reach.

And then they’d left Kamino, and the nightmares got worse. They got worse, because in them, Hunter was the reason Crosshair drew his last breath, a smoking blaster still in his hands.

Hunter shuddered. Crosshair moved closer, and he let him. He couldn’t pull away if his life depended on it. He surrendered and let Crosshair pull him, wrap around him, the way he would when they were younger and Hunter woke up, deadly quiet and trembling.

And eventually, it got easier to breathe, and the thing trying to claw its way out settled down. Crosshair didn’t speak, and neither did Hunter, huddled together as the sun peeked over the horizon. And the shadows of the nightmare faded, bit by bit, until there was nothing but morning light.

Crosshair squinted at him.

“How is it possible you don’t remember anything Tech said. He lectured us for hours, Hunter. Hours.”

It was their last night on Pabu, and Hunter still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the island where they’d found refuge and shelter, a place he could easily call home. But after how easy it was for Ventress to find them, Hunter had known they couldn’t stay.

Tomorrow, they would leave Pabu behind, and Hunter wanted to take advantage of their last night of privacy. It was unlikely they’d have their own quarters again any time soon, and he would miss the house. Miss what it meant, and how close he got to be with Crosshair.

But it was really happening. They’d spent the day finishing up plans and lists for what supplies they needed, and the Marauder would be loaded up tomorrow.

He wanted this to be… well. Good. But all Crosshair had done after they’d gotten into bed was eye Hunter like he was a particularly hungry shark that had offered to dine on Crosshair’s softest parts. Apparently, he wasn’t keen on the idea of Hunter, with all his enthusiasm and inexperience, taking full control of the reins.

“Eh, it’s fine,” Hunter said with a shrug. “I’ll wing it.”

Okay, so maybe Crosshair’s reaction wasn’t entirely unwarranted, but Hunter was mostly joking. Sure, he couldn’t remember Tech’s extensive lectures on sex education, and he was approaching this with little more than the fantasies in his head, but clearly, Crosshair had paid attention and knew what he was doing.

That should be enough, right?

Crosshair expression reminded him of a tooka angrily puffing up its fur to try and look bigger than it was.

“You will not.”

Hunter really didn’t see the issue. He knew what he wanted, he could imagine how to get there with the aid of plenty of lube. And maybe some bacta. Thinking ahead, he’d asked for some earlier that day from AZI, and the droid had happily supplied him with more than he needed.

Hopefully.

“Look,” Hunter continued, using his best calm the deadly nexu voice on the agitated sniper, “it can’t be that much more complicated than we’ve been doing already. It’ll work out.”

“I’m not letting youanywhere near my dick.”

“Yeah you are.”

Crosshair’s silence was followed by a heavy sigh. Hunter’s own smirk followed; he wasn’t the most gracious winner.

“Think of it as heading into a mission without intel,” Hunter added cheerfully.

“No. No. This isn’t remotely the same. A hundred-percent success rate on missions does not transfer to—”

Hunter ducked his head and latched his mouth on Crosshair’s neck. The startled kick he got was worth the hiss of pleasure as he licked and sucked on the tender spot.

“Nothing wrong with a little improvising.” Hunter planted more kisses along his throat to soothe him, but Crosshair wasn’t having it.

“Improvising means you have a plan to start with, which, clearly, you don’t—”

Hunter rolled on top of him and slipped between his thighs, grinding their hips in a slow, sensuous roll. Even he hadn’t expected the shock through his gut as their clothed cocks rubbed together.

“If I do anything wrong, you’ll tell me,” Hunter rumbled against his skin. “I trust you.”

That shut Crosshair up faster than if Hunter had gagged him. Which… hmm. Interesting idea to explore another time.

For now, they had too much clothing on, and Hunter planned to fix that. He stripped off his own clothes first, sitting back on his knees and letting Crosshair watch. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded as he leaned back on his elbows, drinking in the show Hunter was putting on for him.

Hunter found he liked Crosshair watching him, and maybe he always had. Being the focus of Crosshair’s attention always made the air crackle with something hidden and dangerous, Hunter’s hackles rising in warning of an unseen predator. But then Crosshair could ease the tension with a small, tilted smile, or a gentle pat on Hunter’s shoulder.

There was no dissipating that tension now as Hunter loomed over him, tugging off his body suit. Crosshair smirked at his obvious impatience, and Hunter was going to wipe that smug look off his face before the night was done.

Once he had him naked, Hunter took a moment to just… admire. Crosshair was lean muscles and long limbs, graceful legs meeting narrow hips, and his cock rested on his abdomen, dark and heavy. Hunter didn’t know where to start first. He wanted to devour him, a meal out on display, and—he was realizing a slight problem. He was already so hard he ached, and he hadn’t even been touched yet.

The thought of Crosshair tight around him was enough to make him throb, the head of his cock weeping copious amounts of precum. This was not good. The last thing Hunter wanted was to cut the night unexpectedly short. Not to mention, Crosshair would never grant mercy on his bruised pride.

Crosshair lifted a brow.

“Problem?”

“No,” Hunter lied. “Just… planning my approach.”

Crosshair made a noise that was awfully close to a laugh.

“Might help if you started with lube.”

Hunter rolled his eyes, but in truth, he might have forgotten that step. Crosshair’s long thighs and flat stomach and slender throat were distracting.

“Uh-huh,” Hunter grunted without further comment, and he grabbed the bottle next to the bed. He popped the lid and dripped some of the viscous liquid into his palm.

Something flashed over Crosshair’s features, too fast for Hunter to catch, especially when he suddenly wouldn’t meet Hunter’s eye. He actually had to move back to avoid being accidentally kicked as Crosshair decided to switch positions, laying on his stomach with his chin resting on his arms.

“It’ll be easier for you like this,” he mumbled.

Hunter frowned but didn’t argue. He’d rather see Crosshair’s face, drink in each desperate expression as it crossed his features, but maybe that was too much. Maybe it was easier for Crosshair this way.

If that’s what he wanted, Hunter wasn’t going to say no, and his growing impatience finally got him moving.

Hunter spread the lube along his fingers, and after a brief pause, took the bottle and dripped some of it down the crack of Crosshair’s ass.

He hissed, jolting his hips away from the cold liquid.

“Sorry,” Hunter said, and he was. Maybe. A little bit.

Crosshair only answered with a low growl, and Hunter took that as his sign to continue. Carefully, and with more than a little curiosity, he ran his thumb over the tight ring of muscle. He was… a lot warmer and softer than Hunter expected.

Crosshair shuddered but remained silent, stubbornly so. Hunter was going to change that, but he could take his time. Payback for all the damn teasing Crosshair had made him endure.

He started with one finger, and then two, slipping them inside, marveling at the surprising heat and how tight he was gripped. Crosshair shuddered again, and Hunter experimented with his movements, working Crosshair looser but also noting what he reacted to, and to what degree.

Crosshair’s scent was sharp with arousal, his face soon pressed against the pillow, still refusing to make any noises past a shallow pant here and there.

Hunter frowned, wondering if Crosshair had done this before. He’d assumed he had, he seemed far more experienced than Hunter, but there was something strange about the way he was pushing down his reactions. And he did seem to enjoy it from the way his body twitched and his scent grew stronger.

But when Hunter removed his fingers and asked, “You ready?” Crosshair didn’t respond. Even though he was lying on his stomach, his posture was rigid, the muscles along his back tense and stiff.

Crosshair finally nodded, but he still wouldn’t talk. And there was a tangy note of something else joining the arousal. It was a familiar scent, but it was so jarring in the context of what they were doing that Hunter felt off-kilter.

“Crosshair?”

“What,” he snapped with more bite than was needed. “I said yes.”

Thicker now, the scent. It was… wrong.

“Yeah, but.” Hunter floundered. “You do… want to do this, right?”

Crosshair glared over his shoulder, eyes narrowed in what was probably meant to be anger, but he could see it there too, the thing he’d smelled, potent and unpleasant.

Fear.

“Do you think I’d be doing this if I didn’t want to?” Crosshair hissed.

Hunter didn’t know what to do. Even that question was loaded with more aggression than was needed.

No… not aggression. Crosshair was on the defense.

Hunter sighed, his own tension softening once he made up his mind. As soon as he did, he knew it was the right decision.

Crosshair frowned as he carefully studied Hunter’s face.

“What are you—ack!”

Crosshair squawked as Hunter flipped him over, pushing him onto his back before descending on him, kissing his neck and sucking a spot right under his jaw. See if he can hide that under his suit.

“Hunter,” Crosshair growled, frustrated, “what are you doing?”

“Give it a minute.”

Crosshair’s exasperated sigh was a smokescreen, his hands telling a different story as they roamed over Hunter’s back, fingers digging into his skin. Hunter nosed at his neck, sucking and licking until the tang of fear had faded and only desperate need remained.

Relieved he hadn’t ruined the night after all, Hunter smirked and descended down Crosshair’s body, leaving a path of kisses in his wake. He didn’t need to look up to know the sniper was watching him with just as much attention as he paid through a scope at his target.

But that laser focus was shaken when Hunter reached down, wrapped his fingers around Crosshair’s cock, and swallowed him down whole.

In hindsight, Hunter probably should have started slower for his first time giving a blowjob, but the choked whine from Crosshair was damn worth it. He had to be careful himself not to choke, and he experimented using his tongue and hands to add to the stimulation.

He might be improvising his way through it, but it seemed very effective from the way Crosshair was gripping him tight, fingers curled into his hair, and fuck, the tugging at his hair didn’t help with his situation. Namely, not blowing his load early against the mattress.

Hunter quickly fell into a rhythm, figuring out what appealed to Crosshair by the way he tensed, how his breathing changed, even his smell. He definitely liked his tongue, liked when he swallowed him down, and strangely enough, seemed to like when Hunter accidentally scraped his teeth over his skin.

Crosshair was getting close, a litany of whines and breathy moans flowing off his tongue, and Hunter had a wicked idea. He’d enjoyed it when Crosshair did it to him, but considering Crosshair’s earlier reactions, it would either go really well or extremely poorly.

Well, since when did they play it safe?

Hunter pressed against Crosshair’s hole, and finding it still slick, he pushed in two fingers.

Crosshair’s back arched, his hands gripped Hunter’s skull tight, and a bit out “fuck!” was all the warning he got before Crosshair spilled down his throat.

Hunter somehow managed not to choke, though it was close, and he slipped off Crosshair’s cock when he was finally let up for air. The taste was salty and strange, but he swallowed every drop without hesitation.

And the look on Crosshair’s face when he did. He was panting, halfway sitting up but not quite all the way, as if he didn’t have any strength left. His cheeks were flush, his eyes slightly glassy. He looked good like that. As if Hunter had taken him apart and he was just trying to remember how to speak.

Hunter had the sudden, inexplicable urge to lean up and… kiss him. At least, he thought that’s what he wanted to do. He’d never kissed anyone before, but the way Crosshair’s lips were parted, Hunter wanted to descend on that mouth, taste him with his tongue and open him up in other ways.

Hunter didn’t actually care if they ended up fucking the way he originally planned. He just wanted to touch Crosshair, taste him, hold him close until the previous distance between them was a fading memory—

Crosshair moved, startling him. He was almost rough as he yanked Hunter up his body, and he could only watch, wide-eyed and confused as Crosshair didn’t explain, not one damn word as he slipped further down the bed under Hunter.

He opened his mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, and then his mouth went dry as Crosshair’s head settled between Hunter’s folded legs. And he had zero time to prepare as Crosshair grabbed him by the ass and pulled his hips down, right to where he was practically straddling Crosshair’s face.

He swallowed Hunter down with one smooth motion, and it was like all the strength went out of his body. He was on his elbows and knees, helpless as Crosshair mercilessly devoured him, keeping a death hold on his hips so Hunter couldn’t move. His thighs might be around Crosshair’s head, but he was the one trapped.

Not that he could have escaped with the way his brain was scrambled. Hunter couldn’t even grab a pillow to hold onto, his forehead braced against his arm as he tried to last more than five seconds with Crosshair sucking his cock like his life depended on it.

“Cr-Cross-h-hair—” he choked out. He didn’t know what he was begging for, but he certainly begged. He groaned into the bed, and it was probably a good thing Crosshair couldn’t see his face because there were definitely tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

The tight heat was impossible to resist, and Hunter grit his teeth as he involuntarily rutted down into his mouth. He tried not to, or at least tried to be gentle, otherwise Crosshair would be at real risk of choking—not that he seemed to care with how he encouraged Hunter’s small thrusts with the hands on his hips.

Hunter could hardly breathe, his nerves sparking with too much sensation, and when Crosshair shifted his grip and grabbed his ass, fingers digging into flesh, Hunter gave up the fight. He let himself be swept away, carried over the edge, and he came with a hoarse cry.

Crosshair swallowed him down with a lot more grace than Hunter had, but he didn’t let go right away, swirling his tongue around Hunter’s sensitive cock until he whined from too much stimulation. He could even feel Crosshair’s smirk as he pulled away, the bastard.

Hunter collapsed onto his side, not wanting to crush Crosshair anymore than he already had. He’d tried not to put too much weight on him, but with Crosshair shoving him down on his face, that was probably the point.

Crosshair joined him, though they hadn’t made it back up to the pillows yet. His face was still flush, his lips raw and puffy from his attention on Hunter’s cock, and he nearly groaned again.

That same urge returned, the one where he wanted to lean over and taste those lips for himself. But that would be kissing then, wouldn’t it? Was he supposed to? Crosshair hadn’t indicated he wanted to, and he’d never done it to Hunter. Kissing was something couples did, and they weren’t a couple.

Were they?

Crosshair stared at him, gaze growing suspicious the longer Hunter went without saying anything. Hunter cleared his throat.

“So… it was good, yeah?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes. Which probably meant everything was fine.

“Yes, Hunter. It was good.”

Hunter hummed, and then he looped an arm around Crosshair’s waist and pulled him close. He pressed his nose to his throat, and once the sniper realized he wasn’t squirming out of Hunter’s grip, he quickly gave up.

“You know, you’re very touchy after orgasm.”

“Mmm. And you’re touchy before yours.”

Crosshair scoffed, but he settled closer, and his scent was warm and satisfied. No trace of the earlier anxiety and fear, no tense muscles or a sense of bracing. Hunter still didn’t know what had happened, and he’d get it out of Crosshair.

But not tonight. Tonight was about taking care of him, and Hunter would say he succeeded by the way the sniper had become a warm, boneless lump in his arms. Hunter lightly traced a hand up and down his back, savoring every inch of bare skin he could reach. All the places they touched spread heat through him, the kind that felt like it could warm Hunter on the coldest night.

Every time they did this, Hunter felt like they were venturing further into something. Something more intense, though they’d always had an intensity between them that they didn’t share with the rest of the squad. But even this was… a lot for them.

Hunter had assumed sex would just feel good, like jerking off, but this was different. Better. He wasn’t sure what that meant, if it meant anything at all.

“And you’re not very relaxed, either,” Crosshair commented sleepily.

Hunter hummed in amusement. No, he supposed he’d never been very good at that.

“I’m relaxed.” He pressed lazy kisses along Crosshair’s collar bone before scooting up higher on the bed, resting his chin on his head. He wouldn’t be able to get any sleep if there was any part of Crosshair he could reach with his mouth.

Hunter smiled a little. And he thought the sniper was bad with his toothpicks. Seemed like Hunter found his oral fixation of choice.

It was a testament to how tired Crosshair was that he didn’t complain this time when Hunter wrapped around him, holding him in his arms. Maybe he’d realized it was a losing battle, and that Hunter was incapable of sleeping in the same bed with Crosshair and not end up curling around him.

And Crosshair didn’t really make fun of him beyond light teasing. Maybe it was too much to hope that he liked this as much as Hunter did.

“Sleep,” Crosshair mumbled. When Hunter remained quiet, he pulled impossibly closer and dragged his lips across the top of Hunter’s chest. “Or I’ll make you come again. You seem ready to go.”

He nudged his hip against Hunter’s half-hard cock, and he groaned, his hopes dashed that Crosshair hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t his fault. They were in bed naked, how was Hunter not supposed to be hard?

“I’m good.”

“Yes, you are,” Crosshair purred, and—Hunter was fully hard again.

He was also exhausted, and they did have a lot to do tomorrow, and he couldn’t afford to be too tired to—

Hunter bit out a moan as Crosshair wrapped his hand around his cock, his pace slow and gradual as he took his time. Something about that just made his cock ache more, the lazy, easy movements.

“You can fall asleep, if you want,” Crosshair said, the silky tone tickling down Hunter’s spine. “I won’t stop until you’re finished.”

Hunter bit his lip, and—fuck—why did that image suddenly grip him in a merciless grasp. He believed Crosshair too, that he would take care of Hunter even if he fell asleep.

Well, he wouldn’t need to worry about that. Hunter wouldn’t have time to fall asleep with the way Crosshair stroked him, unhurried and patient.

It wasn’t long until Hunter quivered, shaking apart for a second time, and even though Crosshair stroked him through it in a way that was brutally efficient, his other hand was on Hunter’s back, fingers splayed, holding him close.

Like maybe he, too, could no longer bear any space between them.

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Feeling Dysphoric (Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader)

Rating: T Pairing: Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader Word Count: 697 Summary: You're feeling dysphoric about your chest because you haven't gotten top surgery yet so your introverted boyfriend tries to comfort you CW: Dysphoria, also my brain has designated Crosshair a secret softie under the grumpy exterior so here y'all go it's some softie Crosshair Note: As a (sadly) AFAB nonbinary person myself with the same issue (even though I have been called flat a few times but hey, accidental validation?), this felt right to write, and I also need a healthy dose of fluff with Crosshair in it for no reason

Also random thing I was listening to the Undertale soundtrack as I was writing this and that shit's a fucking vibe bro

Every time. Every fucking time you look in the mirror or have to look down at your chest, that long-familiar dread fills you up. 

You'd already consulted a doctor about top surgery, and you were waiting to see what they'd say. For three months. Even at the beginning, your dysphoria had never been this bad. Maybe it's the anxiety about the call being mixed in, but you aren't sure. You're just scrolling through some random feed on your phone when you feel a kiss to the top of your head, and you smile despite your earlier gloom. "Hey. Done with your nap?"

You would've joined Crosshair for his nap—and his cuddling, which despite his grumpiness, he gives really good cuddles—but you're so wired with anxiety that you can't sleep. "Yeah." he mutters, voice taking on a drowsy quality from being asleep for so long as he puts his head on your shoulder. "You should've joined me. Spotter did, and she snuggled up to my side."

Spotter is your guys' cat—a two-year old female calico with amber eyes and a bit of a vocal disposition. She's also really cuddly and despite Crosshair's initial grumbling about getting a cat, you and him both know he loves her to death. "That sounds nice." you reply, a little listless. "You get the call yet?" he asks, seemingly picking up on your gloom. He's been with you every step of the way for this, and has become the number one supporter of your gender identity, unlike the bigots and sycophants from your high school days. 

You sigh a bit as you shake your head. "Not yet." you mutter, a little dejected, before feeling silky fur in your lap. You look down, being painfully conscious of your chest, and you smile as Spotter settles down. Her purring settles you a bit as you pet her soft fur, though it doesn't do much. Crosshair hums a bit and takes his head off your shoulder. "I'm gonna go make us some ramen." He runs a soft hand along your jawline before going to the kitchen. "Be right back."

After about four minutes, he comes back with two packs of ramen (those pre-made containers) of your guys' favorite spicy beef ramen, along with forks. Spotter's still in your lap, so it's a feat to make sure she doesn't eat your ramen. Crosshair hands you your container and you smile a bit, as you dig in and he sits beside you. "Bones marathon?" he asks.

"Bones marathon." you agree. Bones is your guys' favorite show, and you're currently on season 8, episode 6 out of 12 seasons. You grab the remote, he puts an arm around you, and tucks you close to his side. You guys stay like this for a few hours, binging, cuddling—Spotter moves to a space between your bodies where there's the most body heat—and finishing your ramen. When your phone buzzes with a call in your pocket, you pause the episode, grab it and pick up. "Hello?"

"This is Mx. Y/N L/N, right?" the doctor's voice has you almost dropping your phone. "Y—yeah, that's me." you stutter, anxiety ratcheting your pulse up and making your leg bounce. 

"Sorry it took so long to get back to you on your consultation about top surgery, but we have an opening."

Your jaw almost separates from your face. An opening. "F—for real?" you ask, trying to make sure you're in reality right now. The doctor chuckles good-naturedly on the other end of the line. "Yes, for real. When are you available for an appointment?"

After the whole appointment planning stuff, you hang up with end-of-call pleasantries. Crosshair looks at you, a small smile on his face—besides, his smiles are only common for you and for Spotter. "You got it?" he asks. You smile back and nod, and he leans in to press a quick, soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I'm happy for you, babe." he murmurs, this being one of the rare times he uses a pet name for you.

You hum and put your head on Crosshair's shoulder, petting Spotter as you resume the Bones episode you guys are on.