#the bad batch crosshair fanfic

[shyranno]

Motivational Wrecker, Cross and Tech for all the lovely fanfic writers I know!! <3 

[neon-junkie]

In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.3

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that 10 percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Scents, slightly A/B/O, Oral (giving), Wet dreams, Inappropriate use of the force, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2k

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 4]

Chapter 3 - Sweet dreams are made of this

The following days have been... strange.

Whilst your squad has been calm and collective on the battlefield, as soon as they're off the clock, they become tense, awkward men. It's an unspoken fact that you're off, in more ways than one, and even Wrecker has come to realise why you smell the way that you do.

Well, it's not like Wrecker can help being slow, seeing as he's suffered from one too many head injuries...

Regardless, tension is starting to thicken in the air, and finding moments to satisfy yourself is becoming scarce, whether it's alone, or with company.

And to make matters even worse, you've noticed how Hunter has become snappy and reserved, most of his frustration being targeted towards Tech. Surely he's noticed something different in both of your behaviour, or scents, seeing as you two must smell of each other?

The first incident happened when the Batch returned from their supply run, a few hours after you and Tech had your most recent encounter. As soon as they entered the Marauder, Hunter's mood seemed to shift into a sulk, directing his frustration to both of you.

You had noticed the way his nostrils were flaring, and the fact that he barked at Tech for not completing all the repairs? Something that he has never done before? Hmm, strange.

Hunter knows what's up.

The others know what's up, but not who you're finding relief in.

Hunter is frustrated that you're not only in heat, but not seeking relief with him.

The others are simply frustrated because you're frustrated.

End of.

Speaking of the others, they're currently sound asleep, with yourself on watch during this fine evening. The Marauder is resting on the outskirts of Mos Espa, hidden in plain sight, after following a series of civil missions within the city.

Civil, meaning there was no fighting, but there certainly was a lot of threatening.

The Batch have been rather grouchy due to the heat, but Echo is, surprisingly, the worst, seeing as he has sand in between his joints, and he's "sick and tired of cleaning this kriff!"

Can you blame him? Poor man.

He's barely left his room, storming in there after spending hours in the refresher, attempting to clean himself up. His outburst disturbed yours and Wrecker's game of sabacc, but that wasn't a bother - you knew Wrecker was cheating anyway.

Now, they're all sound asleep, confined to their small, Military standard rooms within the tiny confinement of the Marauder. As for you, you're cooped up in the cockpit, giving you a perfect view of the city, and with the scanners on, any potential threats that may be heading your way.

Hours into your shift, and everything is clear. You're sick and tired of scrolling through the holoweb, draining the life out of Tech's data pad - the same data pad that he swears nobody else can touch, but has recently become accustomed to you touching it, all due to... reasons.

After closing all of your apps, you lock it, and let out a deep sigh, bored as ever. You rest his datapad on the co-pilot's seat, and to your amusement, spin around in the pilot's seat, trying to find any form of entertainment during the midst of the night.

That is, until you sense someone calling out to you.

Well, it's an indirect mention, almost like over-hearing your name during a conversation. You're on somebody's mind, so much so that your force sensitive scanners are picking it up, and how can you resist the urge to investigate?

Pushing yourself up onto your feet, you tip-toe down the Marauder's hallway, paying no mind to the dimly lit sensor screens, inactive for the last few hours. The dorms soon appear, and you linger in the hallways, now tapping into your abilities to see who has you caught up in their thoughts.

It takes a few moments, but you appear again, hidden in the confinement of somebody's room.

After some deep focus, you tap into their thoughts, and begin envisioning their thoughts of you.

Ah, their thoughts are not pure.

To your surprise, your favourite sniper has you on his mind, and you seem to have him down your throat. Crosshair is thinking about you - no, dreaming - wet dreaming, to be precise.

You can see it so clearly from Crosshair's perspective, and oh! you're much cuter than you realise, through Crosshair's eyes.

You're on your knees, your lips wrapped playfully around Crosshair's cock. Maker, he's thick, tenderly girthy, the perfect size that already has you rubbing your thighs together in your night wear.

If you don't leave his thoughts now, then your heat is bound to start playing up, not that it hasn't already been for the last week.

Crosshair is softly groaning as you begin taking him into your mouth, keeping eye contact, gawking up at him with nothing but admiration. He's mumbling something now... "thank you, General," before you gently nod, hum, and take him down your throat.

Oh, so he's into that, is he?

Crosshair's hands meet the wall, his palms pressing out flat, but his fingertips curve, as if he's attempting to find stability on the durasteel surface. He soon finds his bearings, and moves a hand down to hold the back of your head, only to keep you steady as he begins slamming his cock down your throat.

Okay, let's tap out for a moment.

With a deep breath, you come back to your current position - lingering in the Marauder's hallway. You're panting, your heartbeat is racing, and you're almost certain that you're about to become overwhelmed with another wave of your heat.

But the fact is - Crosshair is having a wet dream about you.

Either he's always felt this way, or your recent shift in behaviour is having an effect on him.

You don't mind, how could you? Crosshair has always been sweet on you. Well, you assumed he was just a tender, yet sarcastic guy, until Echo made a comment that, "Crosshair seems awfully soft on you. Don't get used to it," as if it were some form of warning.

His sweetness now makes sense.

And seeing as you've never sensed this from him before, it must mean that your recent shift has had an effect on him, so much so that the stubborn sniper has caved in his sleep, and his subconscious brain is seeking any form of relief.

Your back meets the wall as you rest against it, deciding what to do about the situation. Is there any harm in playing along? It's not like you two are actually doing anything, yet, you feel bad for Tech. He truly is a sweetheart, someone who has gone out of his way to aid you through these trying times. However, like Tech said, it's alright to find relief in others.

Even if you do feel awful for it.

The growing burn in your groin says otherwise. You want - no, need - to put your foot in the door, and the first step is to play along with Crosshair's little fantasy.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you tap into his mind, sensing the way that he's tossing and turning in the confinement of his bunk. You're still swallowing down his cock, far better than your actual self can, but hey, if that's what Crosshair wants?

After letting out a deep breath, you tap in even deeper, and begin taking control of your imaginary self. It's clear that Crosshair is only seeing what he wants to see, but you intend to make this vision as realistic as possible.

"Mhm!" you moan as Crosshair continues bucking his hips, thrusting his cock down your throat, letting out the filthiest sounds that you've ever heard from him. Maker, what you'd do to hear the real thing!

Your hand wraps around his cock, and with it, you free your lips. "Cross-" you grumble before taking a deep breath. "You were incredible on that mission," you bat your lashes, gawking up at him. "I can't believe you're that skilled!"

Crosshair almost collapses then and there, his knees threatening to buckle under his weight. You know damn well that praise is his weakness, seeing as you platonically praised him after your first mission together, and you could sense the way his stomach turned out of sheer excitement.

"Could you..." you pause, sucking in a deep breath, your eyes trailing to his thick cock before looking back up at him. "Could you kriff my face, please?" you coo.

Crosshair shifts in his sleep, groaning into his pillow as his hips automatically rut against his mattress. He's on the verge of tears, engulfed in the pleasures of his dream. "Of course," he pants, and crumbles as he adds, "General."

With that, your mouth finds the tip of his cock, and you barely get a second to breathe before Crosshair is slamming into you, using your throat as if his life depends on it.

Coming back to your physical self, you feel like you're about to collapse. Crosshair's dirty fantasy has caught you too, and your heat has decided that now - in the dead of night - is the perfect time to play up. That burning sensation returns to your groin, and with sin, you decide to shift your hands beneath your sleeping short to begin relieving yourself.

If any of the others leave their dorms, then all they'll see is you pathetically touching yourself in the corridor, with Crosshair's grumbles drifting faintly in the background.

But you won't let that happen, will you?

Shifting back into Crosshair's dream only makes you worse. You have to bite on your knuckles to calm your groans, and you curse the gods, for you don't have the nerve, nor confidence to march into Crosshair's room, and wake him up with the real thing.

He's close, and you can sense it. He's desperate, pathetically desperate, slamming his cock down your throat as his knees threaten to give way. To your surprise, dirty talking his way through it, mumbling half of it in his sleep. "S-such a good, General. Ah! T-Thank you, kriff, letting me use you like t-this!"

You climax before he does, slumping down against the corridor with your hands between your pants, almost drawing blood from how hard you're biting on your knuckles. Crosshair followed shortly after, and as soon as he climaxes, he wakes up, a confused groan being overheard from his dorm room.

You can sense his heavy breaths, confused state, and half-lidded eyes, gorming down at the mess on his stomach as he rolls onto his back. "Karking hell," he curses through gritted teeth as he comes to realise what happened - he had a wet dream about you, and it was so intense, that he climaxed during his sleep.

And yet, it felt so real, as if you were genuinely there, gulping him down your throat in between soft moans and words of praise. Crosshair lets out a deep sigh, a regretful one, instantly feeling bad for thinking about you in such a way, despite the fact that his conscious state didn't come up with it.

It seems you're on his mind more than he realises.

You sense him getting out of bed, and on tip-toes, you dart down the hallway, back into the cockpit, just in the nick of time. Crosshair exits his dorm whilst grasping onto both sides of his door frame, stabilising himself, still dazed from the wild ride that he's just sat through. He lets out a grumble before slowly making his way to the refresher, sleep swarming most of his semi-conscious state.

As for you, you shuffle down into the pilot's chair, your hand no longer in your sleep shorts. Sure, that was a wild, and intoxicating turn of events, but kirff- what just happened?

Seriously, what the hell just happened?!

[mandos-mind-trick]

Necessity

Summary: The Batch’s civilian member gets doused with a toxic pollen while on a mission. Crosshair volunteers to help, but has to confront some hard feelings after. 

Pairing: Crosshair x reader, implied and mentioned established poly Batch x reader

Characters: Reader (written in 3rd person, mc is not named but has an established nickname, no physical descriptions are given), The Bad Batch + Echo

Warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, dubcon, explicit P in V smut, very crude language, shitty aftercare, Crosshair is a dick, some bullshit science but it’s Star Wars so who cares, some serious talks of consent, established polyamory. 

A/N: I literally spent all day writing this sob. Came out of nowhere but I liked where it was going. It’s my first clone fic so please go easy on me. Also, it takes place in some random ambiguous time after Echo joins. This may become a series with Midnight and the Batch, I’m cooking something up, but we’ll see how it goes. 

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“It’s alright. You’re alright.” 

The cool press of plastoid armor against her cheek is a relief to the burning under her skin. She wants to peel off her armor, peel off her skin. It’s too hot, her skin is crawling. 

“...doused her...temperature’s rising.” 

Tech? It sounded like Tech. His voice was fading in and out, as was her vision. 

“No! Don’t take off your helmets. They’re the only thing...us from...dosed too.” 

She fades out again, head lolling against the armor pressing against her.

She’s shocked awake by the cold, sputtering as cold water washes over her. 

“Sorry.” Tech murmurs. “We have to get it off of you.” 

His voice sounds far away despite the fact he was leaning right next to her. The cold feels good, but it does little to cool the heat beneath her skin.  She’s still in her clothes, all of her getting soaked by the freezing water. She shifts a little, gasping when her thighs rub together. She’s damp. Not from the water, but there’s an intense ache between her thighs.

She reaches for his hand as he reaches across her to shut the water off. She pulls it to her face, nuzzling into the gloved hand. It’s not enough, though. She needs more. She needs to feel skin. Someone’s skin. 

“Hey.” Tech stops her from pulling off the glove. “No, hang on. We’re gonna figure this out.” He wraps a towel around her shoulders. “Just hang on.” 

She whimpers as he leaves her, the door sliding closed behind him. 

***

“So what are we dealing with, Tech?” Hunter asks, his head resting in his hand. They had sealed off the cockpit, making sure none of the pollen had followed them in. 

“It’s very fascinating.” Tech says, looking through the slides. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s very potent. Just this small dose could affect any one of us.” 

“So how do we fix it?” Echo asks. 

“It mainly affects the brain.” Tech says, still looking at the slides. “But it seems endorphins and oxytocin bind to it and neutralize it.” 

“What?” Wrecker asks, the other four members of the Batch looking at Tech for further explanation. 

“They’re brain chemicals. Most commonly released during sex. Judging by her body’s reaction to the pollen, that’s the whole idea. She needs that release of chemicals in order to neutralize the effects of the pollen. It’s quite genius actually,” Tech adjusts his glasses. “Quite effective in distracting an enemy platoon if they’re all out of their minds.” 

“So, she rubs a few out and she’ll be alright?” Hunter asks, sinking into the pilot’s seat.

“No.” Tech deadpans. 

“What do you mean, no?” Hunter asks sternly. He had been the first to notice something wasn’t right, the shift in Night’s scent, the way her heart sounded like it was going to beat right out of her chest.  

“Well,” Tech starts. “It’s not that simple. This is very potent and she got a big dose directly on her body. If she can’t produce enough chemicals by herself, the prolonged state of arousal could kill her. If her temperature continues to climb, if her heart rate stays elevated too long, the dehydration, sheer exhaustion, all of it could be deadly.” 

“So one of us has to fuck it out of her system?” Crosshair asks, chewing his toothpick so hard it might snap. 

“That would be ideal.” Tech says. But we’d have to do it. The last bit goes unspoken.

None of them can look at each other. It had been an unspoken rule when Cody had forced codename Midnight to join them that things were to remain strictly platonic among them. It had been easy at first, as a string of missions had left them with little downtime. But when their missions became less frequent, and their travel time between them increased, it became hard for them to ignore the feelings stirring in each of them for the civilian. Even Crosshair couldn’t deny the softening of his exterior towards her, even if he did still give her reason to call him a dick constantly. 

“I’ll do it.” Crosshair says, the other four occupants turning quickly to look at him. 

“Cross...” Hunter starts, wanting to argue, but Crosshair doesn’t let him. 

“I’m the only one who can.” He says, standing. He’s already pulling off his armor piece by piece. “We need Tech to keep a clear head in case something goes wrong. A small dose might kill Hunter with his senses.” His eyes drop to Echo. “We’re not putting Echo through something like that. And Wrecker might kill her if he loses control.” He lets his codpiece drop to the floor with a clang. “It’ll be easier for her to hate me when it’s all over.” 

“He’s right.” Tech says, finally. “He’s the safest option for all of us.” 

Hunter sighs, wanting to argue, but he knows Crosshair is right. “Don’t...hurt her.” He says to the sniper, not really sure what else to say. Good luck felt too wrong in this situation. 

“I don’t think she’s the one you should worry about.” 

****

“Give it a couple times.” Tech says as they stand outside the door. “If it’s working, she’ll show some signs of lucidity. If she’s not...I’ll try to come up with something else in the meantime.” 

Crosshair nods. Just fuck her till she’s back to normal. Shouldn’t be that hard. 

He gets an eyeful of her as soon as he walks through the door. She’s on her back on the floor, legs spread facing the door. Her clothes have been abandoned in a wet pile in the corner. He can’t help but zero in on where three of her fingers are stuffed into her cunt, a small puddle on the floor under her ass. 

“Cross.” His name leaves her lips in a mix between a whine and a moan. It shoots straight between his legs. He runs a hand over the bulge in his blacks as he slowly approaches her. 

“You’re making a mess, little girl.” He drops to his knees between her spread legs, watching her fingers slide in and out of her dripping cunt. 

The nickname had started as an insult. He had meant it in the most derogatory way he could, not trusting Cody that this girl could handle herself on the kinds of missions they were sent on. He could hardly call her that in any way but ironically. She was older than him, older than all of them. He wouldn’t say it had taken on an affectionate meaning now. But she did get less angry with him when he said it. 

“Please,” She begs, lifting her hips to fuck herself into her fingers. “I-I can’t...” 

He grips her under the knees, her skin slick with sweat. He parts her legs as far as they’ll go. She’s flexible. He’d watched her time and time again maneuver her way through a battlefield like it was a dance. She was a competent fighter, something she had proved time and time again. She fit in with them so well, something even he had to admit. 

But this. This would complicate things. 

He had to do it. If he didn’t it would kill her. If he didn't, one of the others would have to. It would put them, or her, in danger. He sighs out a curse, pulling her fingers from her cunt with an obscene pop. He shoves them into her mouth, one hand holding her wrist there, the other sliding between her legs. 

Her pussy is red and glistening. She’s moaning, the sound muffled by her fingers. His own slide over her slit, the copious amounts of slick allowing them to slide right into her. She moans, eyes rolling as his long fingers reach deeper into her than hers ever could. She’s so desperate, a couple passes of his thumb over her clit has her shaking and cumming around his fingers. 

Her juices slide out around his fingers, wetting his hand. It’s obscene, all of it. He loves it. 

He releases her to work his cock out of his blacks. There’s drool sliding out of the sides of her mouth, a string of saliva attached to her fingers as she pulls them from her mouth. He groans at the sight, passing his slick hand over his length. 

“Please, Cross, I need you.” She whines, lifting her hips off the floor. “Hurts so much. Need your cock in my pussy. Need you to fuck me.” 

“Yeah, little girl? You need me to fill you up?” He flips her over on her stomach, delivering a slap to her ass. He likes the way it jiggles, the way it fills his hands. How he’d love to tie her up, take her apart piece by piece until she’s begging him for relief. Not because she’ll die if she doesn’t cum. 

“Please.” She whines, grinding her hips into the floor. 

He curses softly, using a hand to guide himself into her. There’s almost no resistance as he slides right into her dripping cunt. He holds himself up, taking a moment to drag his eyes along the delicate curve of her spine. 

She whines, lifting herself onto her elbows, grinding back against him. He watches her for a  moment, enjoying the needy side of her. The things he would do to her if she were in her right mind. But she wasn’t. She was fucked up, and he needed to fuck her to fix it. 

“Please.” She whines, already clamping around him as her movements grind her clit against the floor. 

He presses a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her flat on the floor with a quiet thud. He pins her down before pulling his hips back, almost slipping out of her, before surging forward. She moans loudly, the sound vibrating through his hand on her back. He keeps her pinned still, building up speed as he thrusts in and out. 

The force of his thrusts have her clit dragging against the floor again, her legs already starting to shake. She was so close, the feeling of him inside her already easing some of the ache that had been burning for what felt like hours. She’s drooling on the floor where her cheek is pressed into it but she can’t bring herself to care. 

He doesn't stop when she cums, working through the fluttering and squeezing of her pussy around him. He’s quickly forcing her into another. The more she came, the quicker this would be over. He tells himself that, even as he pauses to cum inside her. She had an implant, they all did. They were clones, but they were still men. They still had their needs. 

He’s not sure how many times she’s cum since they started. He’d lost count, even of his own. They’re both a mess, both slick with sweat and covered in fluid. But he knows, he can tell it’s over. Her body doesn’t feel as warm, despite the fact they’d been going at it for a while. Her moans aren’t desperate anymore. They were softer and more restrained when he’d cum in her the last time. Her body was still, no longer moving with him, seeking any friction she could get. 

And the way she said his name...

“Cross.” She breathes, reaching out for the hand that’s planted next to her head. “Cross, wait, please.” She wraps a hand around his arm, holding on as tight as she can. He could easily pull away, but something in her voice is keeping him still. 

His knees are aching. They’d been in this position for a long time. He’d have bruises probably, but so would she. He knows she has to hurt. She’s going to hurt. He’s still inside  her, going soft as she relaxes. She slowly starts to move, working herself over onto her back. It’s a bit like watching a fish attempt to flop back into water, her movements jerky and weak. 

He slides out of her with a gush of fluid as she turns, making her groan and wince. There’s a wet patch of drool on the side of her face still, as well as an imprint of the lines from the floor. He doesn’t want to look at her as she lays under him, but she holds his face in her hands, forcing him to. She’s still breathing deeply to recover from the exertion, and likely being squished into the floor for so long. 

“Cross.” 

She says his name so gently, with so much emotion it almost makes him shiver. Kriff, what he wouldn’t give to hear it all the time. He wasn’t like Hunter, or Tech, or even Wrecker. He hadn’t given into her. Not before. He was a cold-hearted asshole to her. Sure, he’d saved her ass a few times on the battlefield, and she’d even saved his. But that didn’t mean he wanted to climb into her cot with her and fuck the adrenaline away after a fight. He did care about her, but he had never given thought to acting on the attraction. 

But he couldn’t deny the stirring he felt every time he walked past her makeshift room and heard the quiet giggles, the creaking cot, the occasional moan when they thought no one was near. The quiet sighs and occasional wet smack of skin and lips from Wrecker’s bunk when she stayed with him. 

“One more time.” She says quietly, wrapping her arms around him. “One more. Please.” 

It would be so easy to slip back into her, fuck her for real. Finally let himself go, let himself have what he’s been denying himself of. 

But he can’t. He had done what he needed to do. He pulls away, her muscles too weak to try and fight him, bring him back. He tucks himself back into his blacks wordlessly. Pushing himself to stand. He focuses on the pain in his knees, the stiffness of his body. He could at least clean her up, make sure she’s decent before Tech comes in to probe. 

Instead he leaves, ignoring the calls of his name behind him. 

*****

She hates him. 

She tries to fight the burning tears behind her eyes. She focuses on the cramping as Tech’s fingers push into her abdomen. She’s sore and raw, her whole body feeling like she had just lost a very brutal fight. She’d been in those fights before. It was how Cody had found her. 

But this. This was something else. 

What she wouldn’t give for an ice cube. Or even an ice dildo. A huge ice pack she could just lay over her body and let herself go numb. It wouldn’t fix the pain inside. 

She’s crying, hot tears burning her skin. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to make sure nothing’s injured.” Tech wipes the tears from her cheeks. Precious Tech, always so sweet to her. 

She wishes she could tell him, explain why she was crying, but she can’t put it into words. Crosshair was a dick. A giant dick. To everyone. Even sometimes to his own squadmates, his remarks would bite a little too hard. He didn’t like her. She knew that much. She had butted heads with him time and time again since she had joined them. Name calling, verbal altercations, she’d even hit him once. 

They had lessened a bit over time, when she’d proved herself capable of being a part of the squad, being involved in missions as dangerous as the ones they went on. Even after she’d drunkenly confessed her feelings to the Batch and fucked Hunter, then Wrecker, then Tech. Echo had expressed his hesitations and she had respected them. But she had made it known, if he ever did want to, she’d be willing. She had made sure Crosshair had heard that as well. But still the sniper had been cold, ignoring any and all attempts to spike his interest. 

Tech had explained to her what happened. Or, at least some of it. She’d been dosed by a sex pollen, and Crosshair had elected to fuck it out of her system. He couldn’t tell her what had happened while Crosshair was with her, but she remembered bits and pieces of it. It had been more shocking that Crosshair had been the one to do it. She had been convincing herself perhaps he didn’t have any interest in sex, or maybe he wasn’t into women, before this mission. 

It could still be the case. But his blatant rejection had hurt her. No explanation, no reasoning. No gentle let down. He had just up and left her. Walked out and hadn’t looked back. 

The machine beside her beeps and she closes her eyes. Tech had wanted to analyze her blood, make sure there was nothing else, no lasting effects. She wanted nothing more than to go lay down, curl up somewhere, cry. She hated crying in front of them. She tried everything not to, even when she was hurt she waited until she was shut away in her makeshift cot to finally let the tears go. She had mastered the silent cry a long time ago. 

She forces herself to stop, sitting through the rest of Tech’s exam quietly. He rattles off about infusions, electrolyte levels, muscle fatigue, even as he carries her back to her makeshift room. It was a storage closet they had cleared for her, giving her more privacy than their bunks. She hadn’t cared, she would have stayed in a bunk, but they thought it fair to give her more privacy. She wasn’t a soldier, and she was a woman. 

She’s thankful for it now as Tech leaves her with an electrolyte pack. He’d been sweet enough to tuck her in, but that had only made the ache in her chest worse. She hated it, that she was feeling it. She would take his cruel words, his name calling, the glare in his eyes every time he looked at her over this. 

Tech had said it had taken two hours before she snapped out of it. She could feel the effects of those two hours. The dull ache in her pelvis, the rawness between her legs. The ache in her chest. 

She hurts. All of her hurts. Even the inside. 

*****

“It’s been two days.” 

“I’m sure she’s just tired.” 

“But what if something’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” Hunter says, leaning back in the pilot’s seat. “She’s...sleeping a lot.” 

He had been listening in on her, checking in. She hadn’t left her room in two days except for the occasional trip to the ‘fresher. She hadn’t left since...that incident. They had all agreed not to give specifics on what had happened when the GAR inevitably contacted them about their delay. They had picked up some sort of bug from the planet, and had chosen to quarantine. It had turned out to be harmless, and they were on their way to their next destination. It wasn’t totally a lie. Just nothing specific. 

No one needed to know. 

She cried a lot. Hunter was the only one who heard. She tried to be tough in front of them, saving the crying for when she was alone in her room. He always heard her sniffles, scented the salty tears when he passed. He never said anything. He didn’t think she’d want him to. This time, though, he could hear her quiet sobs from the cockpit. 

“What the hell did you do to her?” Wrecker finally snaps, storming towards Crosshair where he’s seated, dutifully cleaning his rifle. 

“Nothing she didn’t ask me to.” Crosshair bites back, standing to defend himself. 

“Hey.” Hunter steps between them, putting his hands up. “This is not helping any.” He turns to Wrecker. “If it’s bothering you so much, I’ll go check on her.” 

“I’m just worried about her.” The giant deflates a little. “I miss her.” 

“I know.” Hunter says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We all do. But you remember what Tech said. She just needs some time to recover.” 

Wrecker takes a step back, nodding. “I just want her to be okay.” 

“I know.” Hunter squeezes his shoulder. “She will be eventually.” He turns to fix Crosshair with a gaze, the sniper still glaring, but he knows the situation’s been diffused. 

Crosshair had been broody, more so than normal. He either stayed in his bunk or sat in the corner, repetitively cleaning his rifle, taking it apart and putting it back together. He hadn’t spoken much, even when Tech had checked him over. He had been bombarded with questions when he’d come to alert Tech that she had recovered, but he had ignored them all in favor of slipping away to the ‘fresher to clean up, and then hiding away in his bunk. Hunter knows it must have been hard on him, but he was right. He was the only one who could do it. Tech had reaffirmed they had no other options. Even trying to get to a medical facility wouldn’t have done much good. They likely hadn’t had that much time either. 

Hunter leaves the cockpit when he’s sure things have diffused between Wrecker and Crosshair, not wanting to risk more disruptions on the ship. He can hear the quiet sniffles as he approaches, smelling the salty air. He knocks on the door, the sniffling quieting. 

“I know you’re awake.” He says, finger hovering over the pad to open it. Tech had wired it so she could lock it if she wanted to, but she almost never did. “Can I come in?” 

She gives no answer, the only sound inside the muffled breaths. He was the commanding officer. He had to ensure the well being of all of those under his command. He tells himself he’s not breaking any moral code when he opens the door anyway. 

His eyes make a quick scan of the room. It’s dimly lit, the overhead light shut off, only the small string of lights around the bed lit. The case of rations Tech had slipped in sits unopened, as does the canteen of water next to it. He steps closer to the bed, moving slowly so as not to startle her. She’s crying again, face shoved into her pillow. The blanket is tossed haphazardly around her, pieces of bare skin revealed. 

He kneels down next to the cot, reaching a hand out. “Hey.” He almost whispers it, scared of breaking the quiet heaviness of the room. The air inside is stale from not being opened, the sadness of the single occupant weighing heavy. He could almost taste it, even without his heightened senses. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong.” 

She lets out a sob, pulling her face from the pillow. “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s wrong!” Her breaths are shaky, eyes red from crying. “It’s stupid! I shouldn’t care, but I can’t help it!” 

He carefully scooches her over, being careful not to hurt her as he takes a seat next to her on the cot. “I need you to explain things a bit.” 

She turns to face him. “Is he gay?” 

“What?” He asks in confusion. 

“Is Crosshair gay?” 

Hunter chokes on a laugh. “I don’t...” He pauses, thinking about it. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen him show interest in men before. Then again, I’ve never seen him show interest in women either.” 

She groans, pulling the pillow over her face. “That doesn’t help me!” 

“Care to share, mesh’la?” He asks, gently peeling the pillow away so she doesn't suffocate herself. 

“I asked him to fuck me.” She deadpans. “I asked him after the pollen had worn off. I asked him to fuck me one more time, just so I didn’t have to feel like I was taking advantage of him, or he was taking advantage of me and I just wanted a little closure and he just walked out. Now I feel like I overstepped and it’s all my fault and I’m causing too much of a rift in the squad and I’ve made everyone uncomfortable and maybe I should just leave.” 

Hunter stares down at her, processing her words. “You’re not going anywhere.” He says finally, cupping her face. “Crosshair volunteered to help you because he didn’t want any of us getting hurt, including you. I know it wasn’t easy for him either. He does care about you in his own weird Crosshair way. He’s been brooding since that day. Brooding more than usual. You should talk to him. The way you know how.” He smiles at her. “In the meantime, Wrecker is very worried about you.” 

She pouts. “Poor baby, will you send him in?” 

He nods, kissing her head. “Yeah. Gimme a minute.” 

He heads out into the hallway, pausing by Wrecker’s bunk. He grabs Lula before calling out for his vod. He knows from the heavy footsteps in the cockpit he’s heard. He heads back to Night’s room, kneeling down next to the bed. 

“Here.” He places Lula in her arms, brushing the hair from her face. She looked pathetic and he hated it. He hated seeing her like this. “What a karking idiot.” He hisses, shaking his head. “I care about all of you, but sometimes I want to let Wrecker punch Cross right through the side of the ship.” 

Night cracks a smile. “I’d gladly watch that right now.” 

Wrecker appears at the door with perfect timing, stepping into the small space. “Night, you okay?” 

She sniffles, clutching Lula tighter to her chest. “No. Will you cuddle me?” 

Wrecker grins. “Yeah I will!” He moves to the bed, picking up Midnight and settling himself on the small bunk. “It’s okay, Night. I’ve got ya.” 

Hunter watches them for a moment before stepping out, closing the door. His blood boiling, anger filling him. He makes his way back to the cockpit, desperately clinging to his last bit of restraint. It goes out the window when he sees Crosshair, red filling his vision. 

He grabs Crosshair from his seat, slamming him up against the wall. “How dare you! I know you’re a miserable bastard who hates everyone, but that was taking it too far!” Echo and Tech are at his sides, trying to pull him away from his vod. “How dare you leave her like that!” 

Crosshair glares at him, shoving him back a bit. “You don’t know what it was like. It wasn’t her asking me to do all those things to her. I feel like I...took advantage of her. I couldn’t look her in the eye not knowing if she knew, if she remembered. If she thought I had...” He clenches his fists. “I care about her too. More than you think I do. If you think that was easy for me, if you think I don’t regret leaving her like that, you’re wrong.” 

“You could have told one of us! We would have gone in, comforted her more! She’s so upset because you made her feel like she took advantage of you!” 

Tech and Echo hold him back as he tries to lunge towards Crosshair again. “Hunter!” Tech draws his attention away from Crosshair, forcing him back a couple steps. “We need to discuss this, but you need to calm down first. You’re no good to anyone if you’re upset.” 

Hunter can see the guilt behind Tech’s glasses. He was the first who saw her after. He had known something was off, but he hadn’t thought it could be something like this. His thoughts had all been physical ailments, aftereffects of the pollen. He was right there. He could have done something. 

Hunter knows Tech is feeling partially responsible, even if it wasn’t his fault. 

“We need you to calm down. Then we’ll all talk about this like adults.” 

If the situation wasn’t so serious, he may have cracked a smile at the inside joke. Midnight was technically the only adult on board. 

****

Midnight finds Crosshair in the hull, seated at a table. He’s got his head down, focusing on the ration in front of him. He doesn’t even bother looking up when she approaches, standing over him. She slams her hands down on the table, drawing his attention up to her face. He glares at her, eyes squinted. She’s glaring right back, nose scrunched in the adorable way it does when she’s angry. 

“I’m going to talk, and you are going to listen.” She says, pointing a finger at him. 

“I don’t have to do anything.” He snarks. 

“No, you are going to listen because I deserve at least that much.” 

He glares at her, but doesn’t reply. She knows she has him. She stays standing, leaning her hands on the table. 

“I know why you volunteered to help me, I know you only fucked me because you had to. I know we both feel like we took advantage of each other even though it was a life or death situation. I want you to know,” She curses the way her voice shakes. “I want you to know that I’m okay with it. If you’re questioning my consent, I’m going to tell you now, I want you to do it. You saved my life, and protected the squad. I would have wanted you to do it. But I need you to be straight with me because I can’t take it anymore. I know you don’t like me, you don’t like me being here. I need you to tell me flat out that you don’t want me so I can stop feeling horrible about trying to coerce you into fucking me.” 

He stares up at her for a tense moment. She wishes she could read minds, get anything out of him that let her know what he was feeling. But all he gave her was his signature glare, which told her next to nothing other than that he was annoyed by her very existence. 

He moves so fast she almost can’t process it. He stands, grabbing her and dragging her up onto the table. His tray clatters to the floor along with his silverware, both of them ignoring it. She’s kneeling on the table, eye to eye with him. His hand is closed around her throat, his breath fanning across her cheek as he leans into her ear. “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you, little girl.” He hisses. “To bend you over this table, fuck you until you’re begging, then I’ll decide if you get to cum.” He licks the shell of her ear, a quiet whimper leaving her. “I’m not soft.” He warns her. “I’m not gentle. I’ll pick you apart piece by piece until you can’t even speak. I’ll have you thinking about me every time you walk, every time you sit down.” He bites at the skin below her ear, sucking a mark. “I’m not going to be nice to you.” 

She gasps as his free hand fondles her ass, squeezing it roughly. “You’re a dick, Crosshair. I wouldn’t expect you to be nice to me.” 

He growls, crashing his lips against hers. It’s desperate, rough, so very different from the others. She presses closer to him, his hand sliding into the back of her lounge pants. It was the set she always wore between missions when they had downtime on the Marauder. 

They ignore the sound of the door opening, and the disgusted cries of poor Tech. 

“Really guys, the table? We all eat there!” 

“I fucked her on it last week.” Hunter says, patting Tech’s shoulder as he passes. 

Tech gives him a look. “You at least wiped it off, right?” 

[zoeykallus]

Masterlist/Stuff I Wrote Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

Part 6

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Hard Working Girl

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Riding Home

The Bad Batch x GN! Reader (ambulatory wheelchair user) HCs - The Wheelchair Surprise

The Bad Batch / Rex / Cody x Fem!Reader HCs- Under My Skin

The Bad Batch x GNJedi! Reader HCs - A New Flavor

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader – Spicy Workout

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Reader HCs - Moving In

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Everyone Needs Someone Who Cares

The Bad Batch / Cody x Fem!Reader HCs - Leaving Sweet Marks

The Bad Batch x Reader - Dealing With Condescension

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Stray

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Spicy Food

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Worth Of A Clone

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - No Alcohol For Me

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Eternal Smile

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Relaxing You

The Bad Batch x Tall Plus Size ReaderHCs - Love Yourself

The Bad Batch HCs - Force-Sensitive Offspring

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Passing Out

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Storm Is Coming

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - The Obsessive Ex (The Creep)

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Very First Steps

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Reactions To Body-Shaming

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives/Howzer/Cody x Fem!Reader HCs - Hot New Year

The Bad Batch x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Remember Who You Are

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Threesome Proposal

The Bad Batch x Platonic Reader One-Shot - We Have Your Back

The Bad Batch x Very Tall Reader HCs - Someone To Look Up To

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Don't Like Your Name

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HCs - Familial Abuse

The Bad Batch (Tech) x F!Reader - The Birthday Misery

The Bad Batch/Rex x F!Reader HCs - Cyar'ika On Ice

The Bad Batch x Reader HC’s - Dealing With Nightmares

The Bad Batch x Reader - Cracking Your Shell (HC's)

The Bad Batch/Wolffe/Rex x F!Reader HCs - True Friends

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - More Than A Fantasy

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Tender Touch

The Bad Batch/Wolffe/Fives x Reader HCs - Love And Care

Rex x Fem!Jedi Reader - To See You Again

The Bad Batch/Rex Fluff HCs x GN Reader - Into Loving Arms

HUNTER

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - You Are In Violation Of Order 66...

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 1 Of 5

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - I Don't Hate You

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Seeing You With Different Eyes

Hunter x Reader One-shot - The Way You Look At Me

ECHO

TBB Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Right Here With You

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HCs Part 2 Of 5 (Echo)

Echo x Short F!Reader One-Shot - Sharp Dressed Man

Echo x Reader One-Shot - Always

Echo x Reader One-shot - Man And Machine

TECH

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 3 Of 5 (Tech)

WRECKER

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 4 Of 5 (Wrecker)

CROSSHAIR

REX

Leaving Lipstick Marks On Rex

CLONES

Fives/Rex x Reader - Your Sweet Gentleman

Tup x F!Reader Oneshot - For The First Time

Kix/Rex/Fives/Tech x Reader - Who's The Hero?

Mayday x Reader Fluff One-shot

MAUL

Maul x Fem!Reader One-Shot - What Is Love

Other Star Wars Stuff

Mandalorian

Still Waters Run Deep (18+ slightly fluffy Smut Oneshot)

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

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Beach Vacation Intro

The Bad Batch lands on the tropical resort planet of Spira.  A contact of theirs is helping you all out by letting you lay low in a private beach house on one of the islands.  You and a certain Bad Batcher have been secretly dating for a little while, and you hope to make the most of the romantic setting.

Choose your own ending!

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: None

   You gazed out at the golden sandy beach that stretched on for miles beneath the Marauder as Tech maneuvered it to land among the green palms that lay farther inland.  On the other side of the sandy shore, there was an endless expanse of blue shimmering like topaz in the sun.

   “So,” you spoke up, stealing a glance at the Sergeant who was in the next seat over taking in the scenery just as you were.  “Are you sure we can trust this contact of yours?”

   Hunter folded his arms.  “He’s all we’ve got right now.”

   “That sounds promising.”

   “He hasn’t given us a reason not to trust him.”

   You shrugged, grasping at your safety restraints as Tech’s landing became a little too rough for your liking.  “This just seems too good to be true.  It looks like a vacation spot.”

   “It technically is,” Tech replied, flipping a series of switches to shut down the Marauder.  “Spira is a well-known trip destination.  Some of the islands are far more populated and filled with luxury hotels.  The island we’ve landed on is sparsely populated due to this side being privately-owned.”

   “I read that there’s a town with a market!” Omega spoke up from her seat.

   Tech adjusted his goggles.  “That would be on the other side.  It’s a bit of a hike, but according to reviews on the holonet, it’s worth visiting.”

   “We’re supposed to be laying low,” Echo reminded, walking up to the cockpit.  He rested his scomp arm on the head of your chair.  “This place is practically run by the Empire now.  I don’t like it.”

   “Now there’s something new,” Crosshair muttered.

   “We get our own bungalow and our own beach!” Wrecker pointed out with a grin.  “I say we at least try to have some fun!”

   You removed the safety belts and stretched your arms up over your head.  Hunter stood from his chair and turned to brief the squad.

   “Remaining undetected during our stay here is top priority,” he said.  He caught Omega’s hopeful gaze.  “But I don’t see why we can’t have a little downtime too.”

   “Yes!” she whispered under her breath.

   “We’ll set up some ground rules at the bungalow.  Alright, squad.  Let’s move out.”

   You moseyed to the back of the ship to grab your pack, taking a quick peek inside to make sure you didn’t forget anything important.  Extra clothes, a few basic toiletries, and a holopad.  It was all there.

   You filed down the ramp and smiled instantly at the lovely rush of salty air that filled your lungs.  A warm breeze ruffled your clothes and kicked up particles of sand against your skin.  To your right, palm trees and other greenery were swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing on the shore.  Omega was already kneeling in the sand, letting a handful of it slip through her fingers curiously.

   “It’s so beautiful!” she exclaimed, jumping to her feet.  Her eyes wandered the scenery.  “Where’s the bungalow?”

     “It’s just up ahead,” Tech replied.  His face was practically buried in a holopad.  “Farther down the beach.”

   Wrecker lifted Omega onto his shoulders with a cheery laugh.  “Let’s go, kid!”

   You fell in step between Tech and Echo while Wrecker and Omega went ahead of the group.  Their excited chatter filled the beach, and the rest of the squad couldn’t help but be amused at the youngest member’s enthusiasm.  Even Echo cracked a smile out of the corner of your eye.

   The beach house came into view.  The exterior looked as if it were constructed from materials gathered near the beach itself.  The walls were made of faded wood boards with darker frames to outline the windows, and the whole place was complete with a thatch roof.  It was much larger than you had expected with an additional two shacks, identical in appearance but smaller in size, that connected to the main structure by a porch that wrapped around.

   “Are you sure this is the right place?” you asked, mouth falling open.

   Tech nodded.  “This would be it.”

   “It’s amazing!”  Omega exclaimed, and Wrecker set her back down on the sand so she could run over and investigate.  The first thing you did was climb the stairs to get a peek at the view from the porch.  It was midday, so the sun reflected brightly off the sand and the water, and it was absolutely gorgeous.

   Hunter knelt down and picked up one of the conch shells that lined the front walkway.  “Just where he said they’d be,” he said, lifting a pair of key cards.  “_______, take the other one?”  You held out your hands to catch it.

   “Don’t mind if I do.”

   You went to the front door with Omega at your heels.  She was nearly bursting with excitement as she waited for you to unlock it.  The key card registered, and the door slid open with a rickety woosh.  As charming as the outside of the bungalow was, the inside took your breath away.  The main room was bright and airy.  You had the ample number of windows to thank for letting the lovely sunlight in.  The kitchen was immediately to your left with aged wooden cabinets and gray stone counter tops.  On the right, there was a spacious living room with wicker furniture to add to its beachy charm.  The couch had turquoise cushions and sat opposite two matching chairs, separated by a low caf table.

   Omega started exploring right away, tossing her bag aside at the front door and hurrying into the living room first.  You shook your head in affectionate amusement as she sat in each of the chairs as if to test them out before stretching out on the couch momentarily.  Then, she went on to look out the nearest window.

   “This one has a nice view of the beach!”

   “Yeah?” you joined her at the window and rested your hands on the sill.  “That water looks so refreshing.  We should definitely swim later.”

   “Well, the conditions are certainly ideal,” Tech informed you.  “At this time of year, the water isn’t too cold.”

   “Aw yeah!”  Wrecker plopped down on the couch, brows shooting up at the snap and creak of the wicker under him.   Fortunately, the thing held it together.  Hunter was walking through and doing his initial survey of the surroundings.  He opened one of the doors straight back to peek in.

   “Bathroom’s here,” he called.  Next, he glanced in the other room.  “This is the master bedroom.  There are three bedrooms total and two beds to each one.”

   “Someone’s going to have to take the couch,” Tech said.

   “I will,” Echo volunteered.

   “_______ and I will share a room,” Omega added, and you nodded in agreement.

   “Sounds good.”

   Wrecker grinned at Crosshair, who had gone into the living room to scope it out for himself.  “What do you say, Crosshair?  Want to share?”

   The slender sniper rolled his eyes, his face scrunched up in a dramatic display of disdain, though you knew it to be an act.  The two brothers were known to stick together more often than not.  “Fine.”

   “Then me and Tech will take the last room,” Hunter decided.  “Glad we got that settled.”  You and Omega got dibs on the master bedroom, so you both headed back to check it out and drop your belongings there.  It was roomy and with simple decor reminiscent of the sea.  Omega claimed one of the twin beds, so you set your things down on the remaining one.

   “What do you think we’ll do first?”

   “We should probably get something to eat,” you said.  “Then maybe we can see if the guys want to take a look around.”

   “And go swimming?”

   You laughed.  “Yes, and go swimming.”

   Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Omega hopped off her bed and headed out the bedroom door, most likely to see what the group had planned.  You took a few moments to compose yourself in front of the charming vanity mirror.  While the squad’s stay on Spira wasn’t technically a vacation, you couldn’t help but get excited over the opportunity to spend some quality time with a certain Bad Batcher at a romantic place like this…  

   The two of you had been keeping things on the down-low, which is very hard to do on a crowded ship like the Marauder.

   You had ditched the armor before landing and changed into an extra set of clothes Suu had gifted you with.  Being that the Lawquanes were leaving on a transport on such short notice, they couldn’t bring everything with them.  She gave you several short- and long-sleeved tunics that were adjustable to the wearer’s size, just as Cut had passed on some of his things to the others.  It was very fortunate since you and the squad had to stop at a variety of planets and ports every now and then to fuel and stock up.

   You smiled at your reflection in the mirror.  You felt beautiful and ready for the day.

- - - - - - -

   “Got you!” Omega exclaimed, pointing.  You splashed her right back, laughter from both of you ringing out in the salty air.

   “Alright, break it up!” Wrecker hollered as he ran waist-deep in the water until he was close enough to make a huge splash that hit you right in the face.  He roared with laughter as you and Omega teamed up to go after him.  Hunter waded into the water, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand while observing the shenanigans.

   Echo was sitting comfortably in a chair under the protective shade of a beach umbrella.  If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wouldn’t be moving from that spot for the next few days by how he leaned back with his arms folded behind his head.  

   Crosshair was perched on another beach chair with a pair of dark shades over his eyes as he surveyed the scene.  His expression was short of a scowl, which meant he must have been enjoying himself. 

   Tech was still in the process of applying sunscreen.  It was amusing to see just how invested in the task he was, though it didn’t exactly surprise you considering the lecture he gave the entire group about the importance of protecting oneself from the harsh rays of the sun.  Eventually, once he was satisfied with the coverage, he shuffled down to join Hunter as he ventured deeper into the water.

   “My data was correct. The water is rather nice.”

   “Yeah, not bad,” Hunter agreed.

   You were having a blast.  Everyone was having such a good time.  Not to mention you kept catching the gaze of a certain Batcher.  Several times.  It was subtle, and anyone who wasn’t paying attention wouldn’t think much of it…but for you, it was making your heart race.  You couldn’t wait to spend some time with him…

- - - - - - - 

   Bright afternoon sunshine softened into orange light that washed over the water.  Everyone had their good times, but the day wasn’t quite over yet.  You emerged from the bathroom with new clothes to see the squad having a discussion in the living room.  Wrecker leaned against the wall casually with arms folded.

   “I saw these little lanterns glowing in the jungle on our way back in the house,” he said.  “I kinda want to explore and see where they lead.”

   “That’s cool, Wrecker!”  Omega nodded.  “What about you, Crosshair?  Want to go see the lanterns?”

   Crosshair removed a toothpick from between his lips to respond.  “No, thank you.  I’m going to take a walk on the beach.”

   A curious decision on his part, considering how disdained he looked earlier while on the beach with everyone else. 

   “There’s an old telescope in the shed,” Echo said from one of the chairs.  “I thought I’d dig it out and take a look at the stars.”

   “That sounds fun,” Omega nodded.  “What about you, Hunter?”

   Hunter glanced up.  “The village sounded interesting.  Tech said there’s a path that leads to that side of the island.”

   “That, I did.”  Tech confirmed, raising his pointer finger for emphasis.  “I also read that there is a series of caves nearby.  It seems like something worth looking into, so that’s where I’ll be headed.”

   “________?” Hunter asked, and you froze on the spot.  “What are your plans?”

   “Oh, um…”  You paused, catching a certain someone’s attempt at a casual glance in your direction.   He made a point to let you know where he’d be.

   All you had to do was follow.

   “I think I’ll…”

   “...go to the village with you, Hunter.”

   “...check out the caves with Tech.”

   “...explore with Wrecker.”

   “...stargaze with Echo.”

   “...go back to the beach with Crosshair.”

[spilledkauffie]

Dating Them — The Bad Batch Edition

Individually x Female!Reader || fluffy ☁️

hi, this has been my latest comfort & binge again, so I'm here to make it all your problem as well. I still have a lot coming with other characters, I promise!

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

H U N T E R ↴

He’s a little embarrassed about how it started — according to him it was just pure instinct, he knew he needed to be with you. His senses went crazy the moment he saw you, there was an instant attraction, a strong desire to keep you safe, and a feeling of security just by being around you, etc. He tried to shake it at first, thinking it was something else that must’ve interfered or been in the room causing his sense to go off in such an odd way. But he just got more and more confused when it happened in every single location you met him in, the hallway, the barracks, the ship, the hangar, literally anywhere and everywhere you were it happened. The more he thought about it, he realised it was a different kind of instinct than what he was used to. He faced the facts pretty quickly and tried to come up with a plan asked you out to try and keep you closer to him. He tried his very best to explain it to you, which made you laugh at the fact that he felt he needed to justify everything when you very easily would’ve said yes without any additional information.

Nicknames — you absolutely take advantage of the fact that his name shortened is “Hun” and you call him by it constantly, both in moments of affection and in normal situations. It’s actually more rare for you to call him by his full name, but when you do he loves it, that’s usually when he knows you’re serious about something or you’re trying to be intimate, he can tell by the tone in your voice when you say his name; it’s like you save it as a special privilege. // As for him, he calls you “honey” all the time and in the sweetest voice possible. In more private situations he calls you “beloved,” but that’s strictly between the two of you, no one else has ever heard him call you that.

Introducing you to the boys — Hunter is very open and honest about his relationship with you; it’s hard to know him and not know the boys at least a little bit so you know them from a distance. But once you’re in a relationship with Hunter, they basically treat you like family and really sweetly welcome you in. Hunter doesn’t hesitate to introduce you to the boys, but he does have a little talk about behaviour beforehand. If you’re important to Hunter, you’re important to them and that makes you feel so special and loved. Tech takes the most interest in asking you questions about yourself, and Wrecker treats you like a sister.

He’s a fast learner — in the process of dating you, he’s a very fast learner when it comes to figuring out what you like and don’t like. Admittedly, some of it is trial and error, but a lot of it comes from what he picks up from you, sometimes in obvious ways, other times in more subtle ways. He always commits to memory when you mention your favourites, no matter what. He once was on his way to you with some flowers he got off-world but overheard you in a conversation you were in the middle of before he tapped your shoulder say that you liked a different kind better and he not-so-subtly ditched the flowers before you turned around.

↳ that being said, he also learns quickly when it comes to romance and your preferences. He knows how you like to be held, hugged, and kisses, and he doesn't forget it, which means it's pretty perfect just about every time. He's far more romantic than he leads you on to believe, leading to surprises.

Kisses — they vary, he’s a big fan of kissing the top of your head, especially when you’re stressed. Likewise, when he returns from a mission, he wraps you up in a tight hug and places a lingering kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes and breathing in your scent which he’s missed. He also tends to give you a deep, but tender, kiss, pulling away after a moment, waiting to see if you follow for more or pull back yourself. He always waits to see which mood you’re in first before going any further.

Scents — Hunter has heightened senses in more than one way, so when it comes to you, he really enjoys your scent, which you never thought about before. At first, you were pretty insecure about it, worried that it wasn’t pretty enough. Hunter can also tell when something of his smells like you, even when it’s not obvious to others, thanks to his enhancement, which means a lot of his stuff winds up smelling like you.

Cuddles — Hunter is a marvellous cuddler, sometimes he lets you cuddle and cradle him other times he’s the one cuddling and cradling you. The openness is something you appreciate about him. He 100% knows how to get his way when he cuddles you though, it’ll be very handsy and very sorry and warm. He also likes staying in comforting and snuggly postions with you, it’s not just a brief hug and done, he’ll literally keep you in his arms for an hour or more. // one time he was exhausted and invited you to the barracks for a quick snuggle while the other boys were out. You laid down and let him wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your chest, hips between your legs. You began to comb through his hair, even taking his bandana off (you’re the only person allowed to do that!) and stroking down his neck to calm him. It was so soothing that you both wound up dozing off; the others came back in to find the two of you asleep. “You know, they’re pretty cute!” Wrecker announces with a smile, to which Tech and Echo turn on their heels, each holding up a finger while shushing him.

You in red — Hunter 100% has a kink thing for you in red. That can mean red lipstick or it can mean red clothes, really anything with the colour. It flusters him the first time he sees you in red because he never realised how much he liked it, he had no idea until he met you that it was even a thing he liked. // He tries to play it cool and not be obvious about it the first time: he was walking over to you with Crosshair, Hunter was trying by to settle a debate with you being the tie breaker for the boys. When he said your name to get your attention he planned on just continuing to talk, but when you faced him with red lipstick on he was speechless.

E C H O ↴

How it starts — Echo was a tough one for you to figure out. You instantly had feelings for him, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. In reality, Echo had pretty quick feelings for you too, but he was insecure about them and himself to show them. He shies away from a lot because he can’t imagine that you’d actually be attracted to him and he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship over a dream. That’s where there’s a disconnect. When you accidentally touch hands while working on something together, you hope the touch will linger, but Echo pulls away, feeling embarrassed that he accidentally touched you. He gets nervous around you and sometimes finds excuses to leave early or claims he’s busy. It’s actually by a mutual friend (probably Hunter or Tech) that he finds out you like him. Immediately he heads out to find you. When he abruptly enters the workspace you two frequently share, you look up; there’s a pause while Echo finds his nerve to tell you how he feels, and even when he does, he concludes it with an apology, “I didn’t mean to come across as cold, I just wasn’t sure if someone could have those kinds of feelings for me, considering… the way I am.”

Nicknames — you generally call him by his full name, as you love it, but it a more intimate, affectionate, or tender situation you frequent “sweetheart.” Whenever you’re comforting him it’s almost always “Echo, sweetheart” when you address him. // As for him, he refers to you a lot as “darling” or “love.” It feels really classy when he addresses you more tenderly, it always makes you feel like some kind of princess, even if he’s just asking you a simple question, or telling you he missed you while he was off-planet.

Introducing you to the boys — the others 100% knew the two of you liked each other and it was such a slow burn that they got to know you well before you were officially dating Echo, in fact, they often tried to push the two of you together to speed things up. Hence, you’re actually already friends with the boys beforehand. Something nice is that they don’t treat you any different when you become official, they treat you like the friend that you are to them and in fact, you owe it a little to them for finally helping Echo realise your emotions in your actions. They couldn’t be happier for the two of you.

Touch — it’s a huge thing for Echo, feeling your skin is a major comfort to him, he loves that he can still feel your warmth against him, at least parts of him. So, he’s a very big fan of holding your hand whether you’re sitting together, walking together, whatever, wherever. You tend to show a lot of PDA (nothing excessive, but you're usually very close and leave an opportunity him to easily be able to reach your skin, like leaving your hand in the open instead of clasped together. It's keeping the invitation open any time he needs it). // You have a habit of just stroking your fingers against his skin without even thinking about it, but it means the world to him, especially when he has his head in your lap and you trace your fingers in patterns around the implanted ports. He loves that you’re not scared by his altered appearance and all the things that come with it.

↳ it took time to convince him that you really didn't mind if his skin was a little colder, or that he had metal scattered across his body. "I just, I'm not- if it's- cause I'm-" he started, pacing in front of you the first time you were going to cuddle, feeling nervous about taking any clothes off in front of you. / "Echo," you say gently through a soft laugh, "I promise, I won't think anything of it, you're beautiful to me as you are, I just want to be able to feel you," you blink up at him with a tender smile, "we'll do this on your terms, okay?" / Echo took a deep breath, having never been talked to like that before, "okay," he nods, smiling and agreeing.

Kisses — he literally kisses you all over, obviously it depends on time and place, but Echo just loves the feeling of your skin, so he’ll kiss your hand, shoulder, cheek, lips, etc. He’s a pretty big fan of giving your temples a kiss, as well as the top of your hands. You actually had to make the first move to kiss him on the lips though. He feels a little cold, but to him you’re so warm, which makes for a very unique experience for the both of you and it instantly sends shivers across both your skin, you didn’t want to pull apart because it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. You have to pause a moment afterward, catching your breath and looking at each other, until Echo asks, “was…that…alright? For you?” He shyly winces. “That was…wonderful,” you say in a sigh and smile.

Modifications — Echo has to keep up on the mechanical side of him, but sometimes it can be difficult when he can’t reach a surcuit or a port (like the ones down his spine). You only found out about these when you accidentally walked in on him trying to reach one, it was hard not to laugh at the contorted position he was struggling in, but you instantly offered to help where you could. “I dont- I mean if you don’t want to-“ he stutters, a surprising blush rising. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to,” you state, sitting down next to him, waiting for instruction, "these hands are all yours," you smile, fanning your fingers, making Echo smile. // Echo really needs assurance sometimes and it’s in the little things like accepting his uniqueness.

C R O S S H A I R ↴

How it starts — you definitely started having a crush on him from a distance first, on occasion you’ll try and say hi when passing in the hallway, but usually, it’s too fast for him to actually respond, so he just watches you after you pass by for a few seconds. How you actually started talking was one time in the cafeteria, you came up to the table he was at with the others and stood by him. At first, he didn’t bother to look up, but when you lingered a little, he sighed, and slowly looked you over until he met your gaze softly look at him. With just one look you could tell he was asking ‘what?’ // “I saw you in the simulated shooting range earlier,” you began with a friendly smile. / “And?” he asks, wondering who sent you and what the message was. / “I just wanted to say I thought you were brilliant,” you bounce up on your toes for emphasis, before smiling again and looking to the others, “if he’s anything to go by, you all must truly be sensational.” With that, you walked away. They were all left speechless in the moment, but absolutely teased him once they got back to the barracks about ‘having a girlfriend.’

↳ a few days later, when you were walking down a hallway, you were pulled aside abruptly by the arm, it was Crosshair, the proximity between the two of you was shallow, as he remained holding onto your arm. “I didn’t see you in the range earlier,” he perked an eyebrow. / “And?” You try back at him, but can’t help a sudden shyness, being the toughie style wasn’t you, “Well, I highly doubt that you missed-” / “A shot? No,” he admits, with ease, “you on the other hand….”

Nicknames — you shorten his name, with “Cross” on occasion, but you also call him affectionate nicknames like “love,” “babe” or simply “handsome,” nothing too cutesy, knowing he wouldn’t like that.  // As for him, his number one go-to for you is “dearest” or “my dearest.” On very intimate occasions (aka, when you’re truly alone) he’ll call you “angel.”

Introducing you to the boys — even though they teased him for a while after your first interaction, that eventually toned down. Ironically, you and Crosshair became more of an item, it was just kept a total secret from literally anyone. Sometimes Wrecker brings up the teasing when he catches Crosshair looking at you for a long time from across the room, but they really have no idea of just how serious the two of you have actually become. You and Crosshair managed to keep it undercover until one little slip-up. // You were hanging out with Crosshair in their shared barracks while the others were out, when they came back. Finding you sitting super close to Crosshair while he made some modifications to his gun, they began to get suspicious. You simply said hi to them, and they waved, quickly acting like they were preoccupied and not looking at the two of you. Seeing it as an opportunity, you placed a kiss on Crosshair’s cheek saying “I’ll see you later,” thinking no one had seen. When you left the room, however, Crosshair sighed, looking up to see the rest of the boys staring at him with different expressions ranging from shock to borderline laughing. It was silent a few moments before Wrecker broke the silence with “Crosshair has a girlfriend!”

Teaching you how to shoot — after you’ve been dating for a while, he lets you check out his gear. You’re absolutely mesmerised by his 773 Firepuncher sniper rifle, so he asks if you want to shoot it. At first you don’t think he was being serious, but when he simply stares at you patiently, you blush and admit that you never learned how to shoot. // “Ah, all the more fun for me,” he smirks to himself, grabbing a few things and nodding for you to follow him. / “Are you sure we should be here this late?” you ask as he leads to to the shooting range. / “Of course,” he scans a card that unlocks the door, “I’m encouraged to practice after hours.” / “Really? Why?” you watch him open the door for you. / “So I don’t discourage the others,” he smirks, tilting his head for you to walk in.

↳ once he sets everything up and has you in your lane, he helps prep you. // “Elbows relaxed,” he brings your arms down, “core strong,” his hand slips around your frame,softly pressing against you, only causing you to lean further against him, “finger at the ready,” his caresses your hand from the opposite side, helping to steady it, “deep breath,” he whispers, cheek nearly touching yours, “and exhale,” you follow his instruction, but hear a soft chuckle, “eyes on your actual target,” he says through another smirk, to which you blush quickly, redirecting your eyes off him and back through the scope; his hand glides down from your stomach to your hip, keeping you in position; “whenever you’re ready,” he says. When you shoot, you momentarily close your eyes, but find that you did manage to hit the target and pretty close to center. “I did it!” You smile, turning to face him quickly with excitement, he’s much closer than you realised, which causes you to take a sharp inhale and simply stare. “Would you like to try again?” he slowly pushes a strand of hair that fell in your face out of the way, “this time, don’t close your eyes,” he drops a finger under your chin, causing you to look up, “it’s better when you don’t.”

Cuddles with intention — Crosshair is not a huge fan of PDA nor dishing out a lot of physical touch in general. However, he’ll completely let you if you so choose; he will never push you off if you wrap your arms around his, or if you decide to cuddle up next to him. Having someone who understands his comfortability with time and place is really important to him, but he actually loves when you give physical attention, he just won’t say it. / SO, when he decides to get physical with you on his own, it’s definitely for something more.

Kisses — neck kisses are his favourite to give you, even in public, he'll walk past you and manage to subtly sneak a kiss to your neck, which causes you to straighten up and then look for the culprit; he's already passed you, but looks back to give you a wink, making you blush heavily. // He almost always greets you when you're alone with a kiss to the neck, whether from behind (in which he slips a hand against the side of your neck) or from the front, where he dips to kiss your neck and sometimes work his way up. // When you go in for a kiss, you are going to instantly be met with a much more passionate kiss than anticipated, he's go big or go home, so it's a bit of a shock how intense it is when you're just going in for a little kiss.

W R E C K E R ↴

How it starts — Wrecker is not one for subtly, therefore when he first saw you he didn’t try to hide a “whoaaaa!” He got a little speechless around you at first, mostly because he was nervous. That is until he found his voice again, in which it was a series of compliments, and he constantly asks if he can help you with anything. If you try and pick something up, he’s on it. If he sees you in the hallway carrying something, he immediately steps in to help, plus then he can accompany you on your walk to wherever you were headed. After a few of these cases, you’re actually the one who asks if he likes you, Wrecker sighs and says “oh man, am I being too obvious?” thinking that you’re asking because you’re going to let him down. “I’m so glad you are,” you giggle and wait for it to click. Once it does, you see his face light up, “oh! Well, I’ll try to be even more obvious then, because yes, I do like you!” The rest is history.

Nicknames — your number one go-to for Wrecker is simply ‘babe,’ short and sweet, but he really doesn’t mind what you call him, he’s down with just about anything that you decide to come up with. // As for him, Wrecker has a lot of nicknames for you. He’s the kind of guy who just blurts out what he’s thinking, so when he’s surprised to see you it’s “hey pretty lady!!” Other times it’s “my best girl!” or simply "beautiful." He has so many it’s impossible to name them all, but every time you hear them you have to smile because even if you’re not facing him, you hear him and instantly know he’s addressing you.

Introducing you to the boys — Wrecker is obvious, therefore they are already very well aware that he likes you, just as you are. He also absolutely tells them about you and how much he likes you and hopes that you like him back. He feels a little worried that you won’t, but they try and be as supportive as they can be. Once it’s official Wrecker doesn’t hesitate to introduce you to the boys, with some serious enthusiasm. They’re very happy to finally meet you since they’ve been hearing a lot about you, seeing as he gushed over you constantly to them.

Wrecker always manhandles you in the most gentle way possible — if you’re in the way of something, instead of just guiding you to “look out” he would rather pick you up instead, physically moving you out of the way, but not roughly, it’s all very gentle. It’s just one second you’re standing there, the next you’re in Wrecker’s arm being moved somewhere else. / Likewise, when he sees you again after a while, he’s going to pick you up and hug you, there’s no stopping it. You’ve gotten used to it, but sometimes he still surprises you; when you feel a strong arm come around your waist, you instantly dig your fingertips into his forearm, feeling your feet leave the ground, “I gotcha!” He reassures you, dipping to nuzzle against the top of your shoulder to let you know he’s there if you couldn’t tell already. Also, he is the best hugger you have ever known!

Kisses — Wrecker is surprisingly gentle, mostly because he knows his own strength, so if he came barreling in, you’d be knocked over in an instant, so even with kisses he’s super timid and gentle. Which makes it funny, because you’re less hesitant / restrained out of the two of you; you come in fast, and he’s totally prepared for it. Like when you find him on the landing platform, run over to him and jump up in his arms, he barely moves and is totally prepared for the smooch you’re about to give him. / Wrecker dips down to kiss your cheek a lot and it’s precious, people don’t expect him to be so soft, but with you he is.

Dinner & Snacks — Wrecker is a big fan of his food, so he always brings you snacks when you hang out together, he's made mental notes of what snacks you like best so you can both enjoy it the most. Although even if your favourite snack isn't his favourite he still opts to bring the one you like best, it takes you a while to figure out that he's literally been bringing it just for you. // One big thing he loves is dinner dates with you, no, they're not super fancy, usually it's something local on whatever planet you happen to be on, but it's so nice for Wrecker to have a significant other who enjoys grabbing a taste of the town.

T E C H ↴

How it starts — he's extremely surprised by his own responses and emotions when he first meets you. In fact, he tries hard to rationalize and push aside the feelings, to begin with, because they’re new and unfamiliar, but he's never cold to you like a lot of guys act when they're trying to "hide/deny" their feelings. He's perfectly kind and civil to you, he's just trying to work it all out internally, yet it keeps getting stronger when he’s around you. He tries to observe if you have any odd behaviour habit when you’re one on one with him, but you know how to hide it better. He most certainly doesn't confront you about it until he's certain that it's not just an infatuation though. When he finishes taking time to decipher these new emotions, he confronts you about them; he explains the “symptoms” that occur whenever he’s around you and proceeds to conclude with “I can only determine that these are a cause and effect of my deep emotional regard for you and my personal physical attraction to you.”

Nicknames — his name is short enough that you frequent it, but you have been known to shorten it to just ‘T’ when talking to him or asking him for something. Otherwise, you call him, “Honey.” / He still refers to you by your name most of the time, just in a softer more affectionate way depending on the circumstance in which he’s addressing you. There was one time that a more cute nickname came from him and it just so happened to be in front of the other boys. It was while you were helping him with some repairs to the ship, but you happen to be outside the ship when he thought you were right next to him and simply called out, “would you hand that to me, my dove?” When you didn’t respond he looked back to find Wrecker, Hunter, and Echo staring at him, a few awkward moments passed before you entered the ship and asked what was going on, to which none of them wanted to explain.

Introducing you to the boys — he doesn’t see it as anything to hide, so he asks pretty quickly if you want to officially meet the rest of his team. It takes the boys by total surprise since Tech has never mentioned you in a more affectionate way. They assumed he liked being around you only because you were so helpful with the information he desired. But when he introduces you as his girlfriend, Wrecker nearly chokes on his drink, Echo’s jaw drops a little, Crosshair tries to hide a smile, and Hunter is left a bit speechless, but they’re all very sweet and inviting. Tech of course has no idea why they’re so shocked, all the evidence that he liked you was present, they just missed it.

Kisses — kisses you on the forehead all. the. time. When you help him figure something out, it’s a kiss to the forehead, when you greet him, he usually places a soft one on your forehead before or after he says ‘hello,’ when he gets back from a mission it’s a kiss on the forehead. Other times, you place a peck on his cheek, which always manages to surprise him and makes you giggle in response to his reaction. // What shocked you was one time when you were turning around to inform him of some information, he placed the biggest kiss you’ve ever had. It was warm, deep, intense, and everything you expected out of the perfect first kiss between the two of you, but you hardly expected it to actually live up to it! / Pulling back, Tech just looks over your expression, “well?” he asks casually. / You gape for words, “Tech…that was, wow!” was all you managed / “Oh good,” he lifts his shoulders happily, “judging from your response, it looks like all the research I did was correct information, I just wanted to see if the theories proved true.” / Dropping your jaw for a whole other reason now, you perked an eyebrow, “you did research on how to kiss?” / “Always best to go into something prepared, no?” He asks as if that was reasonable. / Shaking your head an trying not to smile, “you nerd,” you say under your breath.

Nerding out together — simply having someone to geek out with is a huge attraction to Tech; the fact that you don't mind when he rambles on about something fascinating both surprises him and warms his heart. In fact, when you show an equal amount of passion towards a topic he enjoys, he can't help but stare at you even after you've finished talking, a smile pulling at his lips. "What?" you ask, having not heard a reply, which was rare. / "N-nothing," Tech tries to shake himself out of it, just as confused as you are, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare, it's just. . . I've never known someone with such a passion for knowledge as myself." / "Oh," you blushed, squeezing your shoulders up as you smile, "I'll take that as a compliment." / "Please do," Tech said surprisingly quick, as his gaze stayed steady on you.

Learning to fly — when you figure out that Tech is the most frequent pilot for the Batch, you instantly take interest in learning how to fly. Omega and you constantly ask Tech questions, which he rather enjoys answering. However, he enjoys the alone time with you on the ship even more. Omega was a little frustrated at first when Tech told her that she couldn't come along while he was teaching you to fly, but when Hunter explained it was time for Tech to get to know you better, Omega completely understood, and definitely gave Tech a hard time about it. // When Tech returned to the barracks, Omega smirked, looking over to Wrecker who winked at her, "How'd it go?" she asks. / "Most beneficially," Tech replies. / "Sooo," Omega continues, "did you hold her hand?" / Tech stops, uncertain how to answer her question as his hands were on yours while he was showing you the steering, and perhaps they lingered there longer than usual.

[night3owl]

Crosshair x gn Teen!reader (platonic of course)

A/N: this is my first fanfic so sorry if it’s bad lol

Warnings: Order 66, nightmares, star wars violence, death, mentions of death, I think thats it? Lmk if i missed any!!

(Y/F/N)= Your fake name

Word count: 1319

Blaster bolts were flying at you constantly, it seemed like they would never stop. The clones you fought along side with turned against you, showing no mercy. You followed Ahsoka to the ship Rex was in, both of you jumping in the air, falling.

You wake up with a start, another nightmare. That whole day was a nightmare if you were being honest. The day the Jedi fell, the day your best friends turned on you within the blink of an eye, the day you had to fake your death, and the day you couldn’t do anything about it. 

You rub your face to try and wake yourself up more. You get up and get dressed into a shirt, pants, boots, goggles, and mask. Your comm goes off, Cid was comming you.

“Hey kid, you still looking for some jobs?”

“Yeah”

~

You walk through the streets, keeping an eye out for anyone who might cause trouble. After a few minutes you reach Cid’s and go inside, going to the back where she usually gives jobs.

“-And you’ll be working with someone else for this job”

You walk in as Cid points to you. Looking around the room you see the Bad Batch, and a child..? You walk up to the holotable, keeping as calm as possible ‘they might have their chips out, you never know’. You hope they have their chips out, they were some of your closest friends. But that was in the past now, now you had to focus on your identity being hidden. And credits. Credits can get you a lot of things.

“This is (Y/F/N), the person you’ll be working with. (Y/F/N), this is the Bad Batch.” Cid points at you, then the Batch. You nod to them, acting casual.

“Here’s the job-“

~

You walk to the marauder from your apartment since you had to get your blasters, one on each of your thighs, resting in their holsters. You also got your knives and hid them in your boots, just in case. 

Once you arrive you notice Crosshair standing on the stairs, obviously impatient. ‘Of course he is, he’s Crosshair for force sake.’

“You took forever”

“It’s a ten minute walk each way, of course I took forever” You roll your eyes. Crosshair walks up the rest of the ramp, and you decide to follow him. Crosshair closes the ramp behind you two, yelling to Tech that you’re on the ship.

~

The mission was simple, in theory of course. Just sneak into an academy, find the person who wants out, and leave. Simple, right?

“Alright, we’ll split up into groups, Omega and Tech, you’re with me. Crosshair and (Y/F/N), you’ll go around back and watch our backs. Wrecker and Echo, you’re our backup” 

Everyone nods to Hunter, going to their groups. You walk up to Crosshair, looking up the cliff.

“So, how are we gonna get up there?” You ask him, although you already knew the answer to that.

“Just like how they are,” Crosshair nods over to the right as Wrecker throws Tech, Omega, and Hunter up the cliff. You turn your face to an expression of horror as Wrecker starts walking towards you two. Crosshair smirks, telling you that you’re going first, making you panic. 

“WHAT?! THATS LIKE 15 M-”

By the time you protest Wrecker throws you up into the air while chuckling. You land on the edge of the cliff on the dirt, your left foot slipping off into the air. You quickly grab the ground and pull yourself up. Crosshair lands next to you as you stand up while wiping the dirt off of your clothes.

“You okay kid?” 

“Mhm”

You start walking towards the back of the building. You and Crosshair walk through the forest, a comfortable silence between you two. You guys quickly get to the back of the building. Crosshair shoots a grappling hook above the second-story window and attaches the line to his belt. Realizing you can’t use the force to jump up, you walk over to him and grab onto him. He makes sure you’re secure before tugging on the rope to pull you two up.

You go inside through the window first, landing on a metal grate bridge that’s 6 meters above the floor. You make sure Crosshair is inside and there are no traces of you coming in.

“Hurry up kid, can’t be wasting any time”

“Yeah yeah”

You both walk over to the armory on the bridges, since that’s where the person is supposed to be. You got there before the others on purpose to make sure the coast is clear. Crosshair sends a signal to Hunter while you look around. “There’s no one up here with us”

“Don’t worry (Y/F/N), the less we have to shoot the better” You nod, looking down at the door. Suddenly you sense danger coming from the left. You quickly shove Crosshair and yourself down to the floor of the bridge and bring out one of your blasters, shooting down TK troopers. Crosshair quickly joins you and tries to comm the others.

“Kriff, they’re jamming the comms! Its a trap!”

“Obviously! They’re probably trying to get rid of whoever doesn’t like the empire!”

You can barely hear each other over the blaster fire. You sense more troops coming behind you and turn around to shoot them. ‘If only i still had my lightsabers.’ You both finally shot down all the troopers after a minute but still hear blaster’s shooting. You look down to see about 40-70 TK Troopers shooting at Hunter, Tech, and Omega.

Not caring anymore about hiding your identity, you jump over the rail, hearing Crosshair yell out your fake name. Using the force to cushion your landing, you take out your blasters and start help shooting down the TK’s. You can see Crosshair helping out as you get shot in the goggles, sending you to the floor.

You hear your fake name being called by multiple people. You take off your goggles since they’re cracked, which results in taking your mask off too. You quickly stand up, you weren’t injured since your goggles took the bullet. You start shooting again, this time using the force to aim. Within a minute or two all the troopers where shot down and you were almost to the front of the building. There were about 15 TK’s at the front doors. Crosshair signaled to you, ‘Sniper time’, you nod in response. You back up a bit while looking up at the bridges, Crosshair following you. Using the force, you throw him up onto the bridge above you. He quickly starts sniping the TK’s, all of them down within 30 seconds.

Crosshair jumps down from the bridge while you use the force to catch him. You all quickly run outside and head to the cliff, you didn’t realize how steep it was until now. 

“How are we going to get down?” You chuckle at Omega’s question, everyone else already knowing the answer.

“The same way we got up here of course. Up and away.” You use the force to lift them all up and throw them into the air and then jump off. Once you all land you go inside the marauder and Tech goes to the cockpit, flying the ship. 

“So, how long were you planning to hide your identity for?” Crosshair points at you with his toothpick, smirking. 

“Eh, hopefully forever,” you chuckle, “but look how that turned out.” 

Tech walks in, datapad in hand, “According to the empire you’re dead, same place and time as Rex, which I assume you know he’s alive”

“Gee, is everyone faking their deaths?” Echo complains, rolling his eyes.

“Only Rex, Ahsoka, and I”

“Commander Tano’s alive..?”

“Er, technically she isn’t a jedi anymore, she left the order a while ago.” You rub your neck, looking anywhere but at Echo.

“She wHAT-“

[paperback-rascal]

Okay okay okay okay but consider...

Crosshair, in a self-hatred fueled fit of desperation, attempting to remove his own chip and it, of course, goes wrong and he winds up with a horrific infection.

He collapses on a mission and gets left behind by his conscripted team. Luckily for him, the Batch stumbles across him—they were on the same planet, unknowing going after the same target.

Well... Specifically, Wrecker stumbles across him. He knows that the other Batchers don't trust Crosshair anymore, but... He's still their brother right? They can't just leave him behind... But, he's worried about how the others would react, so he sneaks Crosshair onto the ship and stows him away in the Cargo Hold, doing his very best to keep his presence a secret while also trying to heal him.

Unfortunately, medicine isnt Wrecker's area of expertise, which puts him in a bind: he needs to convince one of the others to help Crosshair, but who is the right person to go to? Hunter's probably a no-go, he's made his feelings towards crosshair very clear. Tech had the most medical knowledge, but he seems adamant that Crosshair is "severe and unyielding" and what if Tech doesn't want to help Crosshair because he believes the sniper is a lost cause? Omega also knows stuff about medicine, but she's just a kid, right? Besides, what if she tells Hunter? Echo is pretty compassionate, even if he doesn't know a lot about medicine, maybe he could help? But he knows that Echo doesn't like to rock the boat, so what if he refuses?

Crosshair is sick, maybe to the point of delirium, and the clock is ticking. Wrecker just wants his brother to be safe, but he doesn't know who to trust.

Wow, @ct-crosshair​​ you’re one of those people that always keep me on my toes! This is an idea that could easily be turned into a whole comics ISSUE not just a comics strip! I hope you won’t mind me... expanding your prompt more than just answering the question.

I’m not exactly sure if that’s what you expected but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

It kind-of got longer than I though, thus the whole reply is under the cut/“read more”.

I think it would be more intense if Crosshair was subconsciously digging into the scarring at the side of his head (something akin to a tic?). He scratches the surface constantly because it BOTHERS him - it might be a feeling of tightness/itchiness or maybe he “sees”/”feels” a lump there and just dig his fingers at this spot, to kind of feel what is it, but he can never get “deep” enough to get it out.

He is kind of getting paranoid about it but every time he goes to medics, they just brush off his concerns as “Clones being weird for no apparent reason”(maybe the feeling of something alien being under their skin is a symptom ALL clones have post-Order 66?). Despite ointments, bacta patches, meters of gauze, even trimming Crosshair’s fingernails to the skin, the sniper’s fingers constantly prod at the wound.

I think the mission that kicks-starts your idea, had him being up-high on a sniper’s perch alone, per usual. During mission, Crosshair barely talks to his team (or they have to have radio silence of some sort, due to delicate nature of the mission) they don’t know the wound started to bother him more than usual (developing infection).

Since Crosshair tend to keep to himself post-mission, the team assumed he is just brooding somewhere alone, not bothering to come back just yet. So they are not alarmed by his absence also... they’re freaked out by his judgmental stares and remarks that cut just a centimeter too deep for their liking. With Crosshair gone they, themselves, can have a little breather.

Clone Force 99 are on the same planet as Crosshair’s team - they have the same target but different objective. However after the mission, TBB is stranded there because either/or:

they have to lay low for few days before leaving (most likely they weren’t subtle about their mission - thanks to Wrecker)

their ship broke down (thanks Tech’s chaotic flying)

they can't leave, because Crosshair's team is waiting/searching for the sniper and don’t want their position to be compromised.

I think with Wrecker when it comes to: head injuries, burns (he is a sapper with affinity for explosions) and festering wounds, he had plenty of first-hand experience. His first gut reaction would be "it's OK, Crosshair's not THAT bad, I had it worse" and he would try to help Crosshair himself with his limited knowledge.

I don't think he wouldn't hide him on the ship, tho - Havoc Marauder is a very small vessel, too small, in fact, to have any "secret", unused spaces. Every cubic centimeter of it is there for something all day, everyday (even the unused/cleared out corner at cargo, is the leave-me-alone space and it is... frequently occupied). He would find a decent secluded area (a cave or he would build him a temporary shelter for example) to keep the sniper safe... and to cool him off as "well, he feels slightly warmer to the touch but it's not that bad".

The rest of the team would notice Wrecker disappearing and appearing at random, but the planet/weather is super nice, so no wonder they all just want to be away from each-other as much as possible to recharge.

So with all that, I can see the sniper getting gradually worse, but Wrecker is in denial about his condition. Mostly trying to excuse it with the good old saying: it has to get worse before it gets better.

The sniper never was too lucid to begin with and treated the sapper like a hallucination but one day Crosshair gets WORSE (or Wrecker finally understands how bad the sniper got) on top of that weather also gets worse, Havoc Marauder was THIS.CLOSE. to being detected AKA EVERYTHING.CRUMBLES.ALL.AT.ONCE. so Hunter orders them to leave.

Wrecker considered, as a valid option, to give Crosshair back to his Imperial squad. Empire has better medical facilities than CF99 would ever stumble across and he assumes they had better medical equipment in the ship. However seeing how unbothered the squad was with their commanding officer absence, also fever-induced/delirium Crosshair was saying stuff that just made NO SENSE as to why the sniper wanted to stay with Empire.

So... Once Hunter comms Wrecker to come back NOW, we have to leave NOW. Wrecker decided to “kriff it! I’m taking him with me. What’s the worst that can happen? If Hunter leave me behind with Crosshair, so be it! At least sarge can’t sell Lula, because Omega needs it to fall asleep.”

All the way to the ship Wrecker is super gentle - it’s definitely not his usual sack-of-space!potatoes-carry but more like a wet-space!cardboard-box-of-sleeping-tooka-kittens-carry.

Hunter had to make split-second decision what to do with Wrecker just appearing at the Havoc Marauder ramp with Crosshair in his arms, but before he could even open his mouth to give any order, Omega sprung to action forcing the sapper inside...

that was like opening floodgates, with Echo being a first adult responder. But since he has just one arm, he pulls another person to the mix.

Hunter just stared at the commotion of everyone trying to help/stabilize their estranged brother. The whole mood was so heavy it could be cut with a vibro-blade.

Then, what Hunter feared the most would happen, happened - the emotional fallout.

With Wrecker thoroughly interrogated by CF99 and chastised for poorly made decision that almost caused the sniper his life and the safety of the team/mission, whole team, one after the other (not knowing about other team members doing the same), came to Hunter in private with exact same request - they begged/reasoned with him why they can’t leave Crosshair behind again.

No matter how many times Hunter said it was the sniper’s choice, no-one accepted Hunter’s reasoning.

Omega is making childish promises on how she’d help even more around the ship and do her homework better and eat everything off her plate at dinner;

Tech announced he “rethought” the whole situation that happened during the sinking city of Kamino, and now have several theories about the chips and one of them might just be an answer to the sniper’s odd behavior;

Echo’s at the brink of a PTSD episode as he himself was “the one left behind and then found”;

Wrecker being ready to just fight his way through Empire to get Crosshair back if Hunter let him go;

It was like talking with five stages of grief personified... with Hunter being also one of them.

Because deep down inside, he knew something just made no sense... but Crosshair’s decision is his own and it should be respected... right?

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[clone-whore-99]

Troublemaker

Chapter 13: Waste of Time

The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Warnings: If you thought the angst had stopped then you were sorely mistaken, Crosshair being himself, ignoring boundaries, playful teasing, guns, self-doubt, chaos thoughts, Reader still got plenty of issues LMK if I missed any

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Arriving at Kamino

Work, Armor and... Clones?

Let It Out

You Shouldn't Have Done That

Talk About It

The 20 Questions Game

Crosshair 🌶

Echoes of the Past

The Fight

A Nice Change of Air

Sore Muscles 🌶

Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. You and Crosshair had been talking together for hours on end - well, mostly just you, Crosshair mainly made grunts in agreement or lack thereof. But every now and then he would chime in on the conversation, adding his own twist to it or possibly completely changing the topic.

It had been so nice, lovely, cozy. You made a mental note to thank Wrecker for creating such an atmosphere. The cold from the window contrasting the warmth of Crosshair’s body. The sound of his slow heartbeat in rhythm with the droplets of rain hitting the glass. Crosshairs slow and gentle caressing touch.

You vaguely remember the dark sky turning completely black. And maybe your dad coming back from work, though it could’ve just been a dream.

What a shame such a wonderful night of sleep was interrupted by a rather crude way of waking up.

A hand placed on your shoulder gently shook you awake. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re late.” Crosshairs grumpy voice sounded.

“Hmmm, late for what?” You hummed, not ready to open your eyes or move from the comfy spot against the clone.

“Breakfast. The others are already waiting for us in the cafeteria.”

You thought for a second, before nuzzling in closer. “No food, only sleep.”

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?” You could actually hear the eyeroll in his speech. Then you were roughly pushed to the side and the warmth encasing you moved away.

Though you wanted to be annoyed at the rough handling, you were just too tired to care. You snuggled back up against the cushions and made a pouty face towards Crosshair.

Finishing putting on his armor, Crosshair rested one hand on his hip while looking down at you. “You coming?”

“No,” You pouted. “No food, only sleep.”

A heavy sigh was the last thing you heard, before the blanket covering you was ripped away and a pair of hands grabbed around your waist. You didn’t even have the time to fathom what was happening, as your world turned upside down.

You screamed in shock. You started kicking and hitting and pulling yourself out of his grasp, without any luck. You demanded to be let down, bargained for your release, promised you would stop complaining.

Crosshair didn’t listen. He just kept walking with you hanging over his shoulder.

“Quit yelling, you’re making a scene.” He said after a while.

“Then let me down!” You demanded again.

He didn’t. At least not until you reached the others in the cafeteria. Then he put you down on the bench, ordered you to stay put and headed towards the buffet.

You scrunched your nose at him. “I’m not a soldier, you can’t give me orders,” You yelled after him, at this point not caring whether or not you were causing a scene. Afterall, you had already gotten everybody's attention by your entrance. 

“I can restrain you,” Crosshair loudly replied, not caring what others thought, like usual.

“Unbelievable,” You grumbled, leaning against the table and resting your head in your hand.

“Very believable,” Tech corrected, with his classic index finger raised in the air. “You should’ve picked up on Crosshairs usual behavior by now.”

You glared at the genius clone. “I know, it’s just a saying.”

Hunter chuckled. “Rough morning?”

“No…” You sighed, already missing being asleep by the window. “Not until Crosshair decided to toss me over his shoulder.”

A cup of caff was placed in front of you, along with a tray of the usual boring food they served on Kamino. “I gave you the chance to come willingly. You should’ve taken it while you could.”

As you were about to reply with some snide comment, Echo chimed in on the conversation. “I take it as the two of you have made up then?”

“Well,” You looked down at your food in a shy manner and shrugged slightly. “It’s kinda hard not to, with the cozy little nook Wrecker created. Thank you,” You smiled at the gentle giant, who in return rubbed the back of his neck in a shy manner. 

“Eh, don’t mention it. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to relax and be comfortable!” He roared confidently.

“That… Is two things, Wrecker.” Tech corrected.

Wrecker instantly shot back by pointing at the goggled clone and yelling: “You’re two things!”

Techs facial expression turned into a rather rare sight for the clone - one of confusion. “That doesn’t even make any sense,”

You laughed at the brothers usual quarrels, Techs constant need to be right and Wrecker being, well, Wrecker. However, you decided to change the topic before it could get out of hand. “So, what’s your plans for today?”

Tech was the first to respond, already looking through his datapad. “Well, since the medics have confirmed my suspicions about Echo’s sense of balance, I can finally go further with my work on his cybernetic. Hopefully that would mean we can soon, erm…” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Tech looked up at you and saw the hurt in your eyes. You just nodded at him. “That you can soon leave again. I know. I guess that means Echo is going to spend the day with you?”

Echo let out a low, awkward groan. “I guess. He only really needs my head for measurements and all that, but it’s a good time to keep up with my studies on their battle formation.”

“I’m thinking about hitting the shooting range. You wanted to come with?” Crosshair sounded next to you.

Before you could reply, Wrecker let out a loud: “Yea I do! Been too long since our last mission, I’ve been itching to blow some things up!”

You chuckled at his sudden reaction. You weren’t sure if Wrecker knew the question wasn’t meant for him, but you liked the confidence in his reply. “Sure, it’d be fun. Plus I kinda wanna see Wrecker in action, blowing things up and all that.”

Crosshair did not look amused. It was pretty obvious he had hoped for you alone, but he wasn’t going to admit that in front of his brothers. Especially not after you admitted you wanted Wrecker to come along.

Your eyes landed on the leader of the group. “What about you Hunter?”

“Hmm?” The soldier was caught off guard, clearly focused on something else, but you couldn’t tell what. Then his face lit up in realization. “Oh! I, erm, I’m probably just gonna stay back and help Echo with his studies..”

Though you had no certain proof or reason to, you had this weird feeling that Hunter was avoiding you. Which was crazy, obviously! He was just busy, that’s all. So what if he was always away, never really spent too much time alone with you, always seemed to try and keep some distance from you? It was all just a coincidence, you were worried about nothing, really. Afterall, he had just spent a day training with you. It might’ve been while his brothers were cheering him on and most of it was spent with him avoiding your punches and throwing you to the ground, but surely that meant he wasn’t trying to avoid you, right?

Something sharp pushed up your chin and pulled you out of your thought process. 

“You aren’t listening, dollface.” Crosshair said annoyed. He had been explaining to you how to disassemble and reassemble a gun, insisting it was just as important to know as how to shoot with the gun.

You jerked your head away from the toothpick. “Yea I am,” you lied in defense, crossing your arms.

Wrecker was standing behind Crosshair, looking for some explosive he could use in the training facility. He wanted to find the ones that made the most impact, excited to show you one of his greatest loves. 

The three of you had agreed that when you needed a break from shooting, he could go blow things up and you could watch.

Realizing your eyes had shifted over to the man behind him, Crosshair now grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger and forced you to look back at him. “No, you’re not. You’re distracted, which will get you killed on the field.”

You grabbed onto his wrist, trying to pull the grip on your face loose. “Well, then it’s a good thing I don’t belong on the field, huh?”

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you wanted to come with us?”

This made your eyes light up, excitement filled your body and you could barely contain it. “Does this mean I can go with you? If I learn all of this!?”

“No,” The cocky bastard replied. “But it’s still good to know.”

Before you even had the chance to think of some clever remark, Crosshair grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him. He stood with his chest against your back and used his hands to guide yours, so you had no chance but to learn how to disassemble and reassemble a gun.

After having repeated the action a couple of times, he stepped aside when the gun was disassembled.

“Alright,” He began, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. “Put it back together properly.”

Your mind instantly drew a blank. You knew this. He literally just showed how to do it, several times. But something about the way he was looking at you and expected from you, made you completely freeze up.

With shaky hands hovering over the different parts, you began mumbling to yourself the instructions he had shown you. 

Sighing loudly, Crosshair placed his hand in front of you with a semi-loud slam. “You still weren’t paying attention?” 

“N-no, I was!” You stammered, shocked at the obvious annoyance. “Paying attention, that is. I was paying attention.”

“Then you should at least know the buttstock goes into the receiver. It’s the most obvious part of it.”

“I know!” You shouted in defense, not sure why this made you feel like you were being interrogated. “I know, it’s just… I don’t do well under pressure and you keep staring at me and it’s really unnerving and…”

Wrecker interrupted your sudden rant of excuses to Crosshair: “Ah, let it go, Crosshair! It’s not like she’s gonna need it anyways. Just get over with the shooting already, so I can show her where the real fun is!” 

His large hand landed on your back in what was probably meant as a supportive clap, but instead ended with knocking all the air out of you. Wrecker really had little-to-no control over his strength around you.

Crosshair grumbled a bit in response, before finally caving and reassembled the gun again. It was the same model as last time. You knew he was a sniper, but it was still odd for you to practice with a sniper rifle. Wouldn’t a smaller gun be more convenient for you to learn?

The start of practice wasn’t much different than last time. Crosshair pulled you into the range, turned on the still targets and waited for you to make the first move.

Fine.

You took the position he had shown you last time and used the fence for support. But you barely managed to put a finger on the trigger, when a hand grabbed your shoulder and aggressively adjusted the butt of the rifle against it.

Angry, you glanced up at the sniper next to you, who wasn’t even acknowledging your existence. Instead he was busy looking at the targets.

For some unknown reason, the fact he actively avoided looking at you made you feel more uneasy, than when he was watching your every move. What did you do to make him like that?

Trying to push away the thoughts and that weird feeling in your stomach, you leaned into the scope and lined up your shot. And like last time, you missed - though not as horribly as your first time ever shooting.

Weird. You were certain you had positioned yourself right. You hadn’t been expecting a bullseye already, but at least be within the vicinity of the target.

Determined to prove that you weren’t completely useless - that you actually had learned something last time - you leaned even closer to the scope, only for a sharp pain to hit your back. The kind where you instantly knew you had done something wrong.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Crosshair stated the obvious, rubbing salt in an already sore wound. 

Bitter and kinda hurt about Crosshair's sudden change in approach to you, you stood up straight and threw out your arms in defeat. “You don’t say, Captain Obvious!”

If your hostile tone and sudden change in body posture had any effect on Crosshair, he didn’t show it. His face was unreadable, all except the small twitches of the toothpick between his lips. “Have you listened to anything I’ve told you so far, or has all of this just been a big waste of my time and energy?”

That caught you off guard - something you were nowhere nearly as good at hiding as the man standing before you. His annoyed demeanor and the inability to read his expressions made it sound like he thought spending time with you was the waste. But that couldn’t possibly be it, could it? He always tried to be around you after all. No one who thought you would be a waste of time or energy would do that… Unless they thought they could gain something from you.

A huge knot formed in your stomach at the thought. One so big you could barely breathe - barely stand from just the weight of it. You tried to push it away, tried to rationalize it, tried to do anything to keep it from growing, but the seeds of doubt had been planted and wouldn’t budge.

“Well, sorry I’m not an expert after one time.” You finally replied, your voice sounding more defeated than angry. To make up for the lack of anger in your voice, you threw the gun at him. That’s when another thought popped into your head.

“How do I know you’re so good? So far I’ve never seen you shoot a gun before, you might just be all talk for all I know.”

Crosshair didn’t bite the bait that attempted to anger him. Instead, he just turned to face the targets again, clicked a couple buttons to make them move so fast you were struggling to keep up and lined up a series of shots.

It was over before it had even started. Everything had gone by so fast you could barely keep up and nearly got dizzy from just trying. And once it was over, Crosshair got the target cards and showed them to you. “Does this answer your question?”

In the middle of the card he handed you, he had perfectly shot the first letter of your name. You could barely keep up and he had managed to kriffing write with his shots. You couldn’t help but to just stare in awe at it.

Quick glances from the card to the clone, you finally found your voice again. “I hope you don’t expect me to be able to do this… Cause that’ll happen once Mustafar freezes over.”

“No,” Crosshair scuffed, his voice matching the annoyed look on his face. “But I expect you to listen when I talk to you and not to waste my time.”

“If you think I’m a waste of time, then why even bother being around me?”

You pushed the target cards into the chest of the sniper and turned to walk away, with that weird crippling feeling once again taking place in the pit of your stomach and making breathing harder than usual.

You never got far though, as Crosshair quickly grabbed the hand that had previously held onto the cards and didn’t let you walk away.

“I’m not in the mood, Crosshair. And I already told you, I don’t like it when you toss and pull me around like I’m nothing but some doll you can just play with.”

If Crosshair heard that last remark, he didn’t act on it. Instead he pulled you to lean against the fence separating you from the targets and caged you in with both of his arms on either side of you.

Desperation and panic rose in you and your eyes darted around the room, hoping to find some help or a possible way to escape your sudden cage.

“Why would I think you’re a waste of time?” Crosshair asked, ignoring your obvious discomfort and pitiful attempt to flee.

One hand holding onto dear life on the fence, the other found home on Crosshairs chest as you used all the strength you had in that arm to push. “Crosshair, I’m serious! I don’t like it when you do this! It scares me, so please just let me go!” You half-shouted the last part, hoping somebody nearby could hear you.

“Y/N,” Crosshairs voice was softer than usual and his muscles began relaxing around you. His hands left the fence and came to a rest on your cheeks and his forehead came in contact with yours. “You’re not a waste of time. That’s not what I meant. I brought you here to help with your anxiety -”

“- I -”

“- Don’t have anxiety, I know.”

You let out a soft chuckle.

“You were the one who wanted to come here again. I thought it was because you wanted to learn how to properly shoot. But if you don’t want to learn, then this is a waste of time - time that we don’t have plenty of and can spend on other things. But you, you aren’t a waste of time. Understood?”

“Yea…” You nodded slightly. “You know, I think this is the most you’ve ever said in one go, while talking to me.”

With his usual, annoying smirk, Crosshair lightly nudged your shoulder and said: “Don’t get used to it, Dollface.”

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[xoxopredilection]

Love Languages: The Bad Batch and Sad Omega

Summary: Omega is sad and the guys try to show her some love, in their own unique ways.

Note: slightly AU.

Affirmation

"If the Kaminoans say I'm special, they'll always send someone after me. This won't ever stop." Omega wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and hunched over, as if trying to shrink into herself.

Echo frowned deeply, brow knitted with concern. He knelt down beside her and looked her straight in the eyes.

"You are special, Omega. Be proud of that." He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Don't worry about anything else. We'll take care of the rest."

Acts of Service

"Omega?" Tech walked over to where the girl sat. What a dejected sight she was, alone in the shadows.

Omega looked up miserably.

Tech cleared his throat and handed her a comm device.

"I made this for you. With this, you will always have a way to contact us." Tech refrained from mentioning the close call she had with the bounty hunter on Pantora. The trauma was still too fresh.

Omega's face brightened and she took the comm device. "Thank you, Tech," she whispered as she regarded the commlink with utmost reverence.

Physical Touch

"What's the matter, 'mega?" Asked Wrecker. She sat huddled on the floor, knees drawn up to her chest, a forlorn look on her face.

"I'm just afraid they will never stop coming after me. After us." She looked up at him, worry creasing her features.

Wrecker squatted down in front of her, face serious. "Don't you worry about them," he said in a low, reassuring voice. "No one comes near you when we're around. Yeah!" He slammed his fist into his open palm. "We'll make sure of that!" He reached out a huge hand and ruffled Omega's hair boisterously, making the girl giggle and try to swat his hand away.

Giving Gifts

"Hey, Omega?" Hunter sat down beside her. She looked so helpless and lonely sitting in a dim corner on the Marauder's floor.

"Hi." She replied softly, eyes downcast. She had her arms so tight around her knees, it looked like she was trying to disappear into herself.

Seeing her like this tugged at his heart. He sighed, then remembered his purpose in coming. He took a deep breath and smiled.

"Close you eyes. I have a surprise for you."

She finally lifted her gaze. Sad brown eyes met his, and his smile nearly faltered. Hunter tried to convey as much warmth as he could with his expression.

Omega closed her eyes.

"Hold out you hand," he instructed. She did as told. Hunter gently placed a small wooden item in her hand. He watched as her mouth quirked up, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

She opened her eyes and her smile turned into a grin as she held up the small wooden tooka carving to her eyes. She picked it up and turned it over in her fingers slowly, mouth dropping open as she remarked at how perfectly carved and smooth and beautiful it was.

"Look at its little nose!" She squealed in delight. "Thank you so much Hunter!" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

Hunter exhaled softly and hugged her back.

Quality Time

Crosshair observed the small figure sitting in a dark corner of the ship. His sharp eyes noted the gloomy look on her face and the occasional quivering of her lips. He looked away with the intent of ignoring her, but yet another shuddering breath drew his gaze back to her.

Annoyed, he spat out his toothpick and crossed the distance between them in three quick strides and scowled down at Omega.

"Alright. Spit it out. That's thrice already. What's wrong with you?"

Omega looked up, her eyes widening in fear when she saw his face. She quickly looked down and buried her face in her knees.

"Nothing," she mumbled. "I-I'm sorry," she added in a whisper.

He glowered down at her, hands crossed over his chest. She seemed to grow even smaller as she hugged her knees tightly, hunching over, face pressed tightly to her knees as if she was trying to sink into the floor.

Crosshair blew out his breath and shook his head, and quietly sank to the the floor; close enough to hear her, but not too close to intimidate her further. He hadn't missed her frightened expression earlier.

They sat in silence for some time; he chewing on his toothpick and she sighing to herself. At one point he thought she'd fallen asleep when the sighs stopped. He turned to check, and saw her staring at him with wide-eyed awe.

"What?" He snapped, raising an eyebrow.

She blinked. "Uhm..have you been sitting here long?" She ventured timidly.

"Long enough to know there's a problem." He shifted on the floor, stretching a leg out in front of him, and stared fixedly ahead.

From the corner of his eye he saw her mouth clamp shut, then open, then close again. With a final heaving sigh she turned and settled against the wall, leg sprawled out in a similar manner as his. She also rested her hands on her folded knee, just like he did. He snorted softly in amusement and gave her a sidelong look.

"Thanks for sitting with me," she finally said. "It was getting kinda lonely here."

They continued to sit in silence, companions in solitude.

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[eclec-tech]

I got the most EXCELLENT Christmas gift--a scene from A Crosshair Carol from the amazing @toucheholland23! It's a heartbreaking moment shared by the spirit showing Crosshair the past and I am so happy to be able to share it visually with all of you!

[greenlyren12]

Respite

Summary: A moment of vulnerability with Crosshair in the Marauder.

Pairing: Crosshair x (gn) reader

Warnings: Injury, needles, angst. Tell me if i missed something!

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first fic ever and english isn't my first langauge so sorry for any mistakes! Feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

GR.

There it was, the anxiety that burned up your insides whenever you saw him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, if truth be told you sought it out. The way your limbs tensed up, your breath hitched and mind clogged up. Words were hard to find, each syllable flying away from your head. His mere presence made you shake with the need of air. He was the only thing you could focus on, your focal point. The cynical sniper made you feel alive, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

You stood in the back of the Marauder. Trying to collect yourself by busying your scattered mind with the medical supplies in front of you.

The smell isn’t getting any better you thought and let out a silent chuckle.

Your eyebrows relaxed after you realized you were frowning. You tried using the stim-shot placed in your calloused palms as an anchor for your thoughts. This simple task was taking a way bigger toll on you than it should’ve had, if it even should’ve had in the first place, but you couldn’t focus. And how could you? Your sniper was silent, more so than usual.

Crosshair was sitting soundlessly in the cockpit of the ship.

The medicament you were preparing was for him. He had been quiet since they got back from their last mission. Even the perfect soldier he is, he got injured. You later found out his dominant hand got fractured. It wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal, but he needed a few weeks off the battle field.

You knew the effect it would have on him, his work was what gave his life meaning. His family, his brothers were intertwined in this wretched war. Therefore he couldn’t be among them, couldn’t protect them. Sadly, that’s what the clones we bred for – battle. To give their life for a cause most of them couldn’t even comprehend.

So you knew the reason his abnormal quietness, he felt futile. Crosshair would never admit it but you knew. He felt pointless, useless. You wanted to make him feel better, yearned for his happiness, but you knew bothering him about it wasn’t going to help. If he wanted to open up to you - he would. You grew to wordlessly understand each other. A simple look would mean the world to the other. That’s how you loved each other.

You finally managed to prepare the Bacta treatment - now the hard part. You had to face him. Your body was already tense with worry, he was unpredictable. He didn’t scare you but you didn’t want to get on his bad side either. Crosshair had trouble accepting care, it made him feel pathetic and he despised it.

Having a childhood on Kamino was hard enough as it was but he was different, his brothers were different. He was a defect and the Kamino rain did not accept misfits easily. The other clone cadets disliked them, plain and simple, the only thing he had was his brothers. Sadly, the sniper learned early on in his childhood that the only person he could rely on was himself.

Your heart ached for him.

Crosshair’s specialization didn’t make it any easier either, his was cast out his whole life. His battle position made him isolated. Your beloved was taught to be invisible, precise, quiet. When you entered his life he had a hard time accepting your love, but he cherished it quietly in his own way.

You strolled through the shuttle’s fuselage with the stim-shot in hand. Silently, you tried entering the cockpit even though you knew he could sense you from the other side of the ship.

Crosshair was on the pilot seat, gazing out the window, toothpick in mouth. His jaw was clenched. The atmosphere was tense. His eyebrows were furrowed, arms crossed stiffly protecting his chest. The control panel illuminating his handsome face in blue and red.

 His silver locks were starting to grow again you thought. One of your dearest memories was when he sheepishly asked you to cut his hair for the first time. You were beyond surprised, but of course happily obliged. Since then you’ve cut his hair for him when the Batch go out on missions. In the back of the Havoc Marauder, sharing tender moments which the war rarely allowed you to have.

¨You’re staring.” he plainly stated, avoiding your gaze.

Your heart skipped a beat. You involuntary gulped and tried to compose yourself by taking the seat next to him. He was unreadable as always. The stim-shot felt heavy in your palm.

“Sorry.” you muttered, giving him a crooked smile in an attempt to soothe him.

It worked. He turned the chair so he could face you and finally looked you in the eyes. Maker those eyes. Copper, sharp with intent. You could lose yourself in them and currently were. He returned your gesture with a smile of his own. A small one for sure, but you knew he meant it.

You held your free hand out. It hung in the air, an inaudible welcome. His eyes swiftly ran from yours to your hand and back to your gaze. He smirked, sighed in fake annoyance and reached out with his bad arm and placed it in yours. He waited and so did you. His sleeve had to be rolled up so you could inject the remedy.

 “Do you expect me to roll it up?” you remarked, irritated.

 “If you would be so kind.” he retorted. He was toying with you.

“Okay then, tough guy” you smirked and roughly tugged the sleeve of his blacks up so it would hurt just enough.

He winced and unconsciously tried to pull his hand away but you held on tight. This was your game, always trying to one each other up. You both laughed quietly.

You placed his hand on your lap and grabbed his arm below the shoulder.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to belittle him. Of course he was, he was one of the best soldiers the GAR had.

“Always am, boss” he replied sharply.

You injected the needle into his bruised skin and looked up to check if he was in any pain. He was calm as always, this seemed to have a bigger effect on you than it had on him. It made you angry and he noticed. You pulled the needle out of his skin and placed the shot on the panel next to you.

You huffed. Crosshair allowed himself to have a reaction, he was amused, but you couldn’t notice – you were avoiding his stare. This time you gently pulled down the sleeve of his shirt and softly patted him so he could take his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. You looked up at him questioningly. He gently squeezed your palm.

“You’re trembling” Crosshair said. It was more of a question, rather than one of his usual venomous remarks.

“How do you always seem so unaffected?” he understood your double-barreled question.

Instead of verbally answering, he took your hand and guided it to his heart.

The sniper looked at you sternly. Crosshair took you off guard, physical touch was rare, especially initiated by him. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your fingertips.

You understood immediately. You had the same impact on him that he had on you, he was just better at concealing it.

Your heart melted. He could see it on your face – you loved him unconditionally. He stood up from his seat and loomed over you, putting his hands on the chair handles, caging you in.

The bacta was working.

He was incredibly close to your face, never breaking eye contact. You weren’t either, you didn’t feel nervous anymore, you weren’t more sure of anything in your life before actually.

You broke the silence. “Cross the man that you are.” you let out a laugh.

He smiled back without a response, not that you needed one.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” You said while gently caressing his injured arm.

You had to reassure him, to make him not feel guilty. He was already doing enough, too much even, giving his life for people who thought of him as property. You hated it, wanted to take him away. To show him what life was like.

You cupped his cheek.

“I know cyar'ika” the sniper gently replied, leaning into your touch. “But I’m worried” he continued. Even this was hard for him, you understood. He wanted to look out for his brothers, so you pushed him no more.

“They can take care of themselves, so let me take care of you?” you questioned with a pleading look.

He couldn’t help but smile so he hid his face in your neck, your seemingly emotionless sniper embraced you in a hug. It took you a few seconds to react. To say he surprised you would be an understatement but you hugged him back. Your fingers found their way to the base of his neck where you stroked his silver hair. You unintentionally tugged at his locks and he grunted. You tried to suppress a laugh but just couldn’t.

“You’re being quite responsive today, aren’t you?” you bit.

“And whose fault is that?” you could feel him smiling.

He pulled back but face still close, your noses almost touching. His eyes searched in yours. You had this 6’4 ft tall man in the palm of your hand looking at you like a puppy.

“Your hair is getting long, I think it’s time for a haircut” you grinned.  

He tried to look at himself in the reflection of the ship’s window but you knew he couldn’t. He was trying to amuse you.

“You think so?” he smirked.

“I do.” you smirked back.

He nudged your nose with his own while looking at your lips. You understood the hint.

You decided to flip the tables for once. You had enough of him making you feel tipsy alone on his presence.

You leaned in and kissed him first, successfully managing to take him by surprise. Crosshair stumbled back a bit. It didn’t take long for the soldier to regain his footing though. He loomed over you, moving his hands closer.

It was a slow kiss, he took his time. Crosshair knew he had a hard time with words so he tried to convey his overwhelming feelings this way and oh. Maker did you feel it.

He may try to hide it but his emotions were like waves crashing into the rocky shore, unapologetic and hard. And you could sense every bit of it. He was putting his whole being into connecting with you, showing you how much he cared.

You pulled back in need of air. Both of you were gasping messes, happy gasping messes. The only thing you could feel in that moment was him. The only beings in the whole universe were the two of you.

Your blissful moment was interrupted by the commlink placed next to the control panel.

“Tech found the part he was looking for, we’re coming back. Prepare the ship for takeoff” Hunter grumbled.

Crosshair and you sighed in union.

You looked at him sweetly and placed your hand on the side of his forehead. Your thumb traced down his tan skin, you gazed at him like he was going to disappear every second. You were so scared of losing him, you felt like he would vanish from under your fingertips at any given second. Your thumb ran over his tattoo, he was still as a mouse.

You quickly pecked him on the tip of the nose and stood up from your seat and below him. Cross scrunched his whole face like the cat he was.

“Where are you going?” he allowed himself to sound disappointed.

You grabbed the stim-shot from the control panel and turned on your heel on your way to the back of the ship.

‘’Hunter said to prepare the ship, didn’t he?” you genuinely responded.

Crosshair followed behind your back.

You put the medpac on the counter and opened it. Crosshair put his chin on your shoulder and intertwined his long arms around your waist. You could feel him smelling your hair, he couldn’t get enough of you.

You started reorganizing the medicine in the pack and putting the stim-shot back in. He certainly made it harder than it was supposed to be.

You put the remedy back in it’s place and the medpac under the counter with Cross following. You turned around to face him and embraced him back. Both of you stayed quiet, enjoying your presence.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I know” Crosshair replied.

[neon-junkie]

Brat

Summary: If Crosshair wants you to shut your mouth, then he's going to need to give you a reason why.

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!Reader (they/them)

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: Oral (giving), Enemies to lovers, Arguments, Sexual tension, Face-fucking, Dirty talk, First kiss.

Notes: Done for a couple of requests! This has been sitting around in my WIP’s for almost a year, so I figured I should clean it up and finally post it.

"Maker, you're acting like such an annoying brat today," Crosshair scoffs, his arms folding over his chest as his scowl somehow manages to deepen.

All you did was ask him if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Honestly, Crosshair has been grumpier than usual today, and with the others out retrieving supplies, it means that you're his main victim of torment. If only you could have gone with them... However, Hunter is now ordering two people to stay on the Marauder, given a recent turn of events where the ship was almost trashed after Wrecker fell asleep on duty.

It makes sense, but you and Crosshair? Really? Come on, Hunter!

"Well," you begin, mocking his snooty tone. "If I'm that annoying, then what are you going to do about it?"

Oh, there are many, many things Crosshair could do about that.

He could throw a punch and knock you out. He could push you off the ship and fly away. He could steal Tech's noise-cancelling headphones and ignore you. The list goes on.

But in Crosshair's foul mind, only one thing truly stands out.

Crosshair straightens his back, and with confident strides, he approaches you. His eyes are fixed on yours, refusing to break contact, and you're almost certain that he's about to snap and kick your ass, but the upwards curve of his lips says otherwise.

Crosshair takes his time in looking you up and down, and only then do you realise that you're trapped between him, and the ship's wall. You know by now that this act is nothing more than intimidation, an attempt of showing his dominance over you, and unfortunately, it's working.

"Well?" you ask again with a puffed out chest, pushing all of his buttons at once, eager to see him snap in any and every direction.

As soon as the word has left your mouth, Crosshair grasps your chin, lightly smooshing your cheeks together between his thumb and index finger. His hand stays stationary for a few moments as Crosshair reads your reaction, and so far, you're showing large, beaming, green lights.

His grip relaxes, and his thumb slides across to rests on your lower lip, all whilst Crosshair replies, "how about this?"

Instinctively, your mouth parts open, and Crosshair accepts your invitation; he slips his thumb past your lips, settling it on the tip of your tongue. Your lips fall shut, and you begin sucking, unfazed by the thick fabric of his tight gloves.

The faint groan that Crosshair exhales will forever be one of your most treasured memories, and you're certain that you can draw more sweet sounds from the snarky sniper. He watches in awe as you practice using his thumb, showing how much you'd devour the real deal, if he ever gives it to you.

"Just as I thought," Crosshair mutters. "I need to keep your mouth full to prevent you from chewing my ear off."

You can't help but chuckle at his comment, "full?" you mumble, Crosshair's thumb still in your mouth. "Or are you bite sized?"

Crosshair scowls, pulling an expression far grumpier than you've ever seen. "Eager to find out, are we?" he questions, piercing his gaze into yours with a raised brow. You refuse to look away, not wanting Crosshair to win, or at least, not without a fight.

With your sights locked onto his, you reply, "is that an offer?"

His brows furrow deeper as he searches over your express, checking for any sign of uncertainty. A few long, silent seconds pass, and once Crosshair has decided that you're serious, he gives you one simple command.

"On your knees."

You don't instantly drop down, not at first. Oh, no. Instead, you slowly pop his thumb from your mouth, followed by gradually sinking down to your knees, ensuring that your eyes remain focused on his. Once comfortable, you finally look away, trailing down his body to focus on his codpiece. Given that he's only guarding the Marauder, Crosshair has dressed his lower armour, with his upper half free to relax in just his under armour.

Unfortunately, that means you don't notice his growing erection, but his codpiece certainly looks... out of place.

With a simple call of your name, you look up at Crosshair again, who is resting his hands on his hips. There's a soft glisten in his eyes - you're not sure what exactly it is, but he certainly seems... nervous, perhaps?

"Tell me that you want this," Crosshair both orders, and questions, his brows raising softly.

With a swift nod, you reply, "I want this."

Finally, Crosshair unwinds; his shoulders drop, his jaw relaxes, and a chuckle slips from his lips. "I knew it," Crosshair teases. "If only I tried this earlier," he comments whilst unfastening his codpiece, letting it fall to the floor with a clang!

Now, you're able to see Crosshair's growing erection, snugly wrapped behind the thin layer of his under armour. You go to grasp it, only your hand stops mere centimetres away as you remember something. "May I?" you question, gazing up at him from beneath your lashes.

Crosshair sends you a smile, and nods as he replies, "you may."

Your fingertips find the waistband of Crosshair's tightly fitting pants, and at an agonizingly slow pace, you peel the material down to free his erection. It practically springs forward, earning a soft laugh from you. "Eager," you comment as your eyes meet Crosshair's, who lightly chuckles with you.

He's beautiful. Tanned with a soft red tip, and oh-so-girthy. Already, your jaw is beginning to ache at the thought of slipping his cock past your lips, so you decide to take things slowly. Your hand wraps around his length, and you give it a few experimental pumps, soon introducing your lips to the tip.

The first lick earns you a soft groan, and the more you take his cock, the more vocal Crosshair becomes. The sound that he makes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat for the first time, is one that you'll forever treasure. A pathetic, needy whine, that fades out into a grunt - as if he's trying to re-gain his dominant persona.

"That's it," Crosshair grows as he places a hand on the back of your head. He doesn't push, nor pull, but simply keeps his palm there. His other hand finds the wall, and his fingertips curl against the durasteel surface before realising that he has nothing to grip onto. All he can do is lay his palm out flat, and hope that you'll go easy on him.

Spoiler: You don't.

If Crosshair wants to keep your bratty mouth shut, then he can, and you'll ensure that he remembers just how to do it. You swallow down his cock, using your hand to pump the areas that you can't quite reach, but given the noises that Crosshair is making, he doesn't seem to care.

Your lips slip off Crosshair's cock with a pop! and Crosshair opens his fluttering lashes to question why you've pulled off. Only, he groans once more as you spit on his cock, before slipping it past your lips again. Pools of saliva are spilling from the corners of your mouth, and Crosshair feels his knees turn weak once he notices the trails of spit slowly dripping down to the floor.

"Karking hell," he hisses. "You're so dirty," he praises - yes, a praise, and it sounds almost foreign coming from Crosshair.

You don't bother wiping your mouth as you pull off his cock. "Are you surprised?" you hum, and all Crosshair can do is shake his head in denial. "Didn't think so," you tut before sucking on his cock again.

Another whine escapes Crosshair's lips, and his hips twitch with excitement. He can't help but slowly buck them forwards, testing the waters, and your hands gripping onto his hips for support confirms that you're comfortable with it. Crosshair groans once more, and watches as he begins thrusting his hips forward, his cock twitching every time it hits the back of your throat.

"Maker," he curses. He begins babbling praise, hissed through gritted teeth, almost as if you're not meant to hear it. "That's it, go on, take it!" he repeats, and throws in the odd compliment here and there. "So perfect, that's it. Didn't know you had it in you."

The hand on the durasteel wall twitches, and bunches up into a fist. Crosshair grits his teeth together, and curses, "I'm going to spill down your throat if you're not careful."

Your eyes meet his, and the way that you bat your lashes silently confirms that you want him to. "You sure?" Crosshair mumbles, and lets out a heavy sigh when you nod in agreement, his cock still in your mouth.

Fingertips entwine with your hair, and he guides you back against the wall. You're pinned between the wall, and his cock, and Crosshair is practically using your mouth as a flesh light at this point. He's still pathetically whining, but all sounds fail him when he finally orgasms. You manage to gulp down his release, and suck in a deep breath as Crosshair slips his cock from you.

To your surprise, Crosshair's thumb rubs over the corners of your mouth, cleaning up your mess - his mess. A hand is offered to you, only for his fist to bunch up as both of you overhear the sound of the Marauder's front exit opening. "Shit," you both curse in unison, and as you rush to your feet, Crosshair focuses on cleaning himself up.

The sound of disturbance begins echoing down the hallway. You share a quick glance with Crosshair, "I'll go and say hi," before taking a step forward.

Crosshair grabs your wrist, and pulls you back. His fingertips find your chin, and Crosshair ensures that your focus is on him. He pauses, his eyes darting over your slightly ajar mouth, before planting a tender kiss on it. "Allow me to return the favour next time," Crosshair mutters against your lips, and sends you a smug smile before making his way down to the cockpit.

It takes you a few seconds to clock on to what's just happened, but after a shake of your head, you suck in a deep breath and follow him, ready to put on a smile as you greet the other Batchers.

The other Batchers who are unaware of what's just happened.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Intimacy

Summary: Tech blames himself when Midnight is injured on a mission. Midnight takes matters into her own hands to assure him she’s fine. Echo confronts some feelings, and Midnight spills some secrets. 

Pairing: Tech x reader, Echo x reader at the end, implied and mentioned established poly Bad Batch x reader

Characters: Reader (written in 3rd person, mc is not named but has an established nickname, no physical descriptions are given), The Bad Batch + Echo

Warnings: NSFW, smut, explicit language, P in V sex, established polyamory, mention of prostitution, discussions of intimacy, injuries, blood, Tech may be a bit OOC but I tried, discussion of boundaries, Midnight is a boundary respecting queen, (I feel like I’m missing some, please let me know if I am.) 

A/N: This takes place after Necessity, there is a brief mention of it, but it doesn’t necessarily need to be read in order. Midnight and the Batch just won’t leave me alone I have an entire series of connected fics all planned out. Also may delve a bit into the Bad Batch TV show but we’ll see how far I decide to take this. 

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“Boom!” 

Wrecker’s voice rings through her comm seconds before the ground shakes with another explosion. Midnight ducks behind some rubble, firing at a few droids. 

This was supposed to be a stealth mission. 

Naturally things hadn’t gone to plan, and they were fending off a droid army themselves. No help was coming, no backup on the way. It was the six of them, and an uncountable number of droids. 

This was what they did. This was what she was voluntold to do. 

She curses Cody’s name with every expletive she can think of. 

“Language, little girl.” Crosshair scolds through the comm, the droid behind her falling as she stabs the one in front of her. “Watch your back.” 

“I can only watch so much at once.” She grunts, stabbing another droid. 

“Tech, are those charges planted?” Hunter asks. He was somewhere off to her right, outside her field of vision. 

“Almost.” Tech grunts. 

They were going to blow the base up. Naturally, that’s the plan. She’d seen more explosions in her time with the Batch than she had ever seen in all the holofilms she’d watched. She didn’t share Wrecker’s enthusiasm for explosions. They were loud, hot, uncomfortable. She could only imagine what they were like for Hunter. 

She blasts a couple more droids, catching sight of the Sergeant through the dust. Her goggles were quickly getting grainy from the dirt, her fingers wiping at them every chance she got. Tech had been wanting to upgrade them for ages now. He had taken it upon himself to make quiet upgrades to her armor here and there. She was less protected than them in their heavy plastoid, so he tried to make up for the many weak spots while still keeping her maneuverability. 

Of course, if she’s going to get shot, it’ll be right in the weak spot. 

The droid sneaks up behind her. She’s not exactly sure how, droids weren’t known for their stealth. The shot burns through her arm, hitting halfway down her tricep. She turns, throwing her knife at the droid behind her before it can fire again. She lets out a shaky breath, reaching behind her to touch the wound. It’s a clean shot, her fingers coming back bloody. 

“Kriff.” She curses, picking up her blaster with her other hand. She’d have to make due. 

“You good, Night?” Hunter’s voice comes through the comms. 

“Yup.” She says, firing unsteadily at more droids. “Would be nice to get this finished up now.” 

She’s not okay. She can’t feel her arm. From shoulder to fingers the entire thing is numb. She couldn’t move her fingers at all. She couldn’t straighten it either. 

“Charges are set.” Tech says, right on cue. “Fall back, this is gonna be a big one.” 

She ignores Wrecker’s excitement, taking off towards the cliff behind her. It wasn’t a big drop, six feet maybe, but it would offer cover. 

The silence before the explosion is deafening, the force of the explosion pushing her over the edge of the cliff. She tucks and rolls to land, laying flat once she’s stopped to catch her breath. She watches the sky flicker from the fireball of the explosion, several other smaller explosions echoing after the big one. She thinks up every curse she can as she tries to convince herself to stand. 

“You okay, cyar’ika?” Echo appears over her, pale face coming into view. 

She takes a breath before nodding. “Yeah.” She turns to look at the cliffside. “Was a bigger jump than I thought.” 

He offers her a hand, helping her to her feet. She dusts herself off, careful not to show any sign of her injury.The last thing she needs is them all worrying about her. Again. She lets her hand wrest on her belt, trying to make it seem casual. 

“Let’s get back to the ship.” She says. “I need a very long nap.” 

Echo walks with her back to the ship, his eyes constantly flicking to her. She was trying very hard to pretend like nothing was wrong, just her usual tiredness after a mission. She’s not sure if it’s a clone thing, but she was always the first to sleep after a mission. She always thought it was when she got her best sleep too. Tech had explained the difference between passing out and actual restful sleep once, but she had only been halfway paying attention. She didn’t want their ritual ruined. 

The guys would all be up for hours after a mission. Unless something went seriously wrong, or someone was injured, they would all still be buzzed on adrenaline hours after hers had worn out and she’d passed out in her closet. Crosshair was usually the second to go down, around the time that she started to rise. The others followed after, Tech usually the last to surrender to exhaustion well after she’d been awake for a while. 

It was their little unspoken ritual. They did the boring cleanup stuff while she rested, then she took watch duty while they rested. It was their thing. It worked. 

She’s really tired this time. Her feet are dragging even before they reach the Marauder. Wrecker is animatedly reenacting the explosions to Crosshair, laughing loudly in excitement. 

“It was beautiful, Wrecker.” Hunter says, appeasing the giant child. 

Midnight makes her way past them, starting up the ramp. She just wanted to sleep. She wanted to lay down and pass out for a few hours. 

“What the hell is that?” 

The words stop her dead in her tracks. She had completely forgotten that she had a gaping hole in the back of her arm she was supposed to be hiding. It would be the one with the bird-like eyesight that caught it. She can feel five pairs of eyes burning into her back. She was fucked. Well and truly fucked. 

She can’t even come up with an excuse before a hand is grabbing her arm, pulling it back. She lets out a yelp, collapsing forward onto the ramp, only managing to save her knees with her free hand. She hisses through her teeth as Hunter prods at the wound. 

“It’s just a graze.” She grits out, arms and legs trembling from the awkward position she’d been forced into. 

“Just a-” Tech’s angry voice reaches her ears, his slim fingers taking the place of Hunter’s. “Night, this isn’t ‘just a scratch.’” She can feel a glob of blood seep out as he pokes at the edges, sliding down her arm like the rest of the blood. “You could lose your arm from a wound like this.” 

Tech is quick to right her, leading her into the Marauder and into their makeshift med bay. The others try to follow, all five of them wanting to be in the room but Tech kicks them out, telling them to finish and take off. They needed a restock anyways, and getting back to Kamino as quickly as possible would be ideal in case something went wrong. The medics there would be better suited for a wound like this than him. 

He lifts her onto the exam table, working to undo the armor and her suit. She’s breathing heavy, from pain or shock he’s not sure. Her pupils don’t look dilated, and she seems aware. Her pulse is high on the monitor, but that could be the lingering adrenaline as well. 

“This is going to hurt.” He says as he grips the bottom of her shirt. He needed to see the wound fully, and the blood-dampened cloth couldn’t have been comfortable. The worst thing that could happen would be it drying and sticking around the wound. 

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. He waits until she nods before slowly lifting the cloth. She nearly passes out when he has to lift it over her head, the simple movement excruciating. She curses, nearly doubling over, her vision swimming. She could have been sick, had it not been for the thought of poor Tech having to clean it up. 

He tosses the shirt onto the pile of armor, moving behind her to pull out their medicomp. He mutters about reinforcing the armor, fixing any weak spots as he digs through the kit. She listens to him, knowing he’s blaming himself. 

“Tech.” She says, turning to look at him. He’s still muttering, focused on his task at hand. “Tech!” He looks up, wide eyed under his goggles. “It’s not your fault.” 

“My designs failed.” He says, tearing open a pack of bacta gel. It’s their last one. “You have a gaping hole in your arm.” 

“So? It’s just an arm.” 

“But what if it’s not ‘just an arm’ next time?” His long fingers press into her back. “What if it’s your back? Or your spine? Or,” His hand lifts, cradling the back of her head. Her hair is greasy from sweat, and there’s dirt in it from when she’d hit the ground. “What if it’s your head?” He stares at her for a moment before going back to work, holding her arm as he squeezes the gel into the blaster wound. “You need better armor. Something that’s not gonna keep putting you at risk.” 

She can’t argue with him. She knows better than to try and convince him right now. Not when he was worried. He was trying to come up with a solution to avoid having something like this happen again. It was how he processed his stress. Especially when he felt like he was directly, or indirectly, involved. The best thing she could do for him right now was heal. 

He wraps a bandage around her arm to keep the bacta gel in place before he moves in front of her. He takes her arm, pulling it straight a bit. She lets out a pained cry, bending forward to try and keep her arm bent at her side. 

“Can you move your fingers at all?” He asks, bending her arm back to where it was. 

She tries, thinking very hard about it, but her fingers don’t move. She can feel the pull on the muscles, but nothing happens. 

Tech doesn’t say anything, grabbing a sling. He maneuvers it around her, setting her arm in it. “This will take some pressure off your shoulder and keep your arm bent for now. Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks, looking her over. 

“Dizzy.” She murmurs, letting her head fall forward against his pauldron. 

“That’s from the adrenaline, and likely some blood loss.” 

“Can I go to bed now?” She asks. 

“Stay in my bunk.” He says. “I want to keep an eye on how you’re healing.” 

She grumbles but acquices, sliding off the table. She leaves her armor behind, making her way out in just her pants and her breast band. Surprisingly no one’s outside the door. The ship had rumbled to life and jumped into hyperspace while Tech was checking her over. She’s glad they’ve left the planet behind for now. She was less than thrilled to be heading back to Kamino, but it was their home. The only home they had besides the Marauder. The rainy planet and its inhabitants were less than kind to her, but thankfully there weren't many places for her to go outside their barracks. 

“Feeling better?” Cross asks from where he sits on his bunk. Echo is seated on his bunk, looking at her worriedly. 

She mumbles incoherently, working her pants down with one hand, leaving her in just her underwear. She kicks off her pants and boots, leaving them in a pile even though it would annoy Hunter. She pushes Crosshair’s leg to the side, crawling into Tech’s bunk. She shoves a device to the side, careful not to press any buttons, before getting comfortable. She lets out a long breath, her eyes closing almost immediately. 

*****

She doesn’t get restful sleep. Tech checks her arm on a schedule, waking her every half hour as he prods at it, moving it to test her mobility. Even when the guys start to settle in for their rest, he’s still up, moving around, checking on her. She knows he has to be tired, but he wasn’t going to disrupt her in favor of getting rest himself. 

It’s dark and quiet on the ship when she wakes. She can hear the quiet breathing of the clones around her, and the loud breathing of Wrecker across the aisle. Her arm felt infinitely better. She could almost straighten it all the way now. She forgoes the sling, letting it stretch a bit as she climbs out of Tech’s bunk as quietly as she can. Hunter has his special earplugs in, the ones Tech made him so he could sleep without being disturbed, especially after missions when he needed it the most. 

She quietly tiptoes down to the cockpit, the pilot’s chair turned towards the transparisteel windows. The glowing blue of hyperspace lights up the otherwise dim cockpit. Midnight quietly pads towards the pilot’s seat, knowing that’s where Tech has planted himself. 

“Tech?” She calls out quietly, not wanting to disturb him. 

He glances up at her as she rounds the seat, dropping beside him. “Does your arm still hurt? Can you move it at all?” He asks, going back to what he was doing. 

“I can almost straighten it.” She says. “Doesn’t really hurt anymore.” 

“That’s good. I want to examine the wound soon.” He still hasn’t looked at her. 

It’s then she notices what he’s doing. He’s taking apart her armor, fiddling with it. She reaches out, putting a hand over his, stopping him. “Tech, you should rest. Don’t worry about that right now.” 

“I can’t.” He snaps, finally turning to look at her. “You could have died because this armor can’t protect you effectively. You almost died because of me!” 

“It’s not your fault, Tech. You can’t predict when something like that will happen. How many times has it protected me sufficiently before?” 

“It doesn’t matter. There’s too many weak spots, too many chances for something worse to happen.” 

“You can worry about it on Kamino. Right now you need to rest.” 

“I can’t rest knowing you got hurt!” He almost yells. She’s worried about him waking the others. 

“Tech,” She starts, gently easing the armor out of his hands. She slides into his lap instead. It’s a tight squeeze even with his lanky form. “It’s okay.” She wraps her arms around his neck, gently pushing his goggles back up his nose. “When we get to Kamino, you can build me new armor if you want. Right now,” She takes his hands, guiding them to rest on her ass. “I need your focus on me.” 

He swallows thickly, his face getting hot as she presses back into his hands. Still, after all the times he’d been with her, after all the time he’d spent mapping out her body both sexually and also for research purposes, he still managed to get flustered. 

At least until you got him going. 

She hums, tracing his face as she leans down, kissing him. He presses up to meet her, his grip tightening just slightly on her ass.  His blunt nails tease the back of her thighs, making her shiver. She slides a hand up to run through his short cropped curls, teasing the strap of his goggles.

“Leave them.” He murmurs against her lips, pushing himself out of the chair, lifting her with him. His strength always surprised her. Then again, she’d felt how heavy their armor was. If they could carry that and move like they did, they had to be very strong. 

He lays her down on the floor of the cockpit, kneeling over her. She shakes her head, pulling his face down to hers. “I think we should make some upgrades to the ship.” She presses her lips to his. “I keep getting fucked on the floor.” 

He smiles against her lips. “We could wait until we’re back on Kamino. Fuck you in the barracks where all the guys can watch.” 

She pulls back, biting her lip, the thought sending a wave of arousal through her. 

Tech stares at her, analyzing her for a moment. “You’d...like that?” 

They’d never done it before. She knew on a small ship the others were bound to hear, especially in the bunks privacy was limited. But they had never discussed anything like what Tech was insinuating. The others watching, or even the others joining. The ship was too small for it to be comfortable for all of them, but in their barracks on Kamino...She can picture it, spread out on their table, the five of them around her. The thought has her nerves tingling, heat rushing through her straight to her pussy. 

She takes Tech’s hand, shoving it between her legs. His hand is warm, nimble fingers dragging over the damp spot on her underwear. She sighs his name, pulling him back down to meet her lips. “You wanna help me feel better?” She murmurs, nipping at his lips. 

He hums, chasing her mouth, his fingers rubbing her over the fabric of her underwear. 

“I’m gonna need you to fuck me.” 

He curses against her lips, lifting her leg to brush against the bulge in his blacks. He lets out a choked moan, pressing his face against her neck to muffle his voice. “Kriffing hell, cyare. You’re sure?” He asks, pulling back to look at her. “I don’t want to aggravate your wound.” 

She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him against her. “Tech, if you don’t fuck me, I’m gonna wake up Wrecker.” 

He stares at her for a breath in disbelief before he pounces, kissing her hard as his hands slide down her sides to slip under the band of her underwear. She lifts her hips for him, her panties getting tossed somewhere in the cockpit. She doesn’t put much thought into it, undoing her breastband. He’s bending down instantly, his mouth closing over a nipple. She bites her lip to keep the sound in, fingers brushing through the short curls at the back of his head. 

He suckles at her breast as he reaches down to tug his blacks down his legs. His cock springs free, hitting her thigh. He’s hard and leaking, leaving a trail of precum on her skin. She didn’t care, she had yet to shower after getting covered in dirt and blood. She’d wait until Kamino where there was at least a chance of hot water. 

“Mm, Tech.” She moans, tugging at his hair. “So excited to see me.” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks, pulling away from her breast to stare down at her. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

She slaps at his shoulder, wrapping her legs around him. “Don’t get all sappy on me now. I’d like to cum once before we reach Kamino.” 

“I mean it.” He says, still not making any move. 

She stares up into the crooked goggles, looking past them to the dark eyes underneath. She cups his face, drawing him down to her lips. He kisses her lovingly, reaching between them to slide into her. She groans against his lips, shifting her hips slightly to adjust to the stretch. 

She bites her lip to keep quiet as he begins to move, hands planted next to her head. Tech’s moves are calculated, knowing exactly what angle to thrust into her at to garner a specific reaction. He knows what speed to go to control how quickly she came, just what spots to press to make her get there quicker. Everything about Tech was measured and calculated. He rarely ever lost himself, even in sex. 

He’s angled himself just right, his tip brushing that spot every time he thrusts. She curses quietly, pulling him down closer. He presses his mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as her legs begin to shake. He shifts his weight, his fingers slipping down to rub her clit. 

She practically sees stars when she cums, whining against his lips as her back arches off the floor. Tech slows to a stop, pulling out of her. She frowns, lifting her head to stare at him. “Tech, you didn’t-” 

“You said you wanted to cum at least once before we reached Kamino. We’ve got two hours left in hyperspace, and if I go off the average time it takes for you to orgasm, I can get three more out of you before the others start to wake.” 

She stares at him, open mouthed as he lowers his head down between her legs. “I kriffing love you, Tech.” His name leaves her mouth in a moan as he closes his mouth around her clit, her head falling back to the floor with a thud. 

****

Tech had been right, he’d wrangled three more orgasms out of her, the last finishing right as Crosshair had started to stir in his bunk. She’d streaked through the bunks to her own room, getting cleaned up before the others woke. Tech had checked her arm, the wound almost completely healed. He’d tested the range of motion of her arm too. It was a little stiff, but she could bend and straighten it almost without pain. 

She’s the last in the cockpit, the others already gathered there as they dropped out of hyperspace. She moves to the empty seat behind Crosshair, but she stops as Wrecker clears his throat. 

He’s holding her panties in his hand, the ones Tech had tossed out of the way just a couple hours ago. Her cheeks warm as she eyes the black fabric. 

“Missing something?” Wrecker asks, chuckling. 

A wicked idea forms in her head and she grins, moving over to him. She takes the panties from his hand, dropping one hand to his thick thigh for stability as she tucks them into a pocket on his belt. “Keep them.” She winks at him before straightening up. 

He lets out a loud cheer, pinching her bottom as she moves to her seat. She giggles, the other men shaking their heads. They weren’t gonna hear the end of this one for a while. 

*****

Midnight follows The Batch through the brightly lit halls of Tipoca City. They surround her out of instinct, Hunter leading them, Tech and Cross at her sides, Echo behind her and Wrecker picking up the rear. It was more a habit of theirs than anything else, shielding her from view. It wasn’t like she was in danger here, but the cautious eyes of the clones they passed made her uncomfortable. She knew how her squad was viewed by the so called “regs.” Better them stare at their fellow clones than the person who was obviously very much not a clone. 

The smell of the barracks hits her as soon as the door opens. “Still smells like man in here.” She says, beelining to her hammock. She’d strung it up after spending a night in Hunter’s bunk the first time she’d visited. She may as well have slept on the floor with how uncomfortable the bed was. All of them had shrugged when she’d brought it up the next morning. Of course they didn’t know any different. The bunks on the ship weren’t any better. Her cot was the most comfortable thing, and she still had to stretch extra when she got up in the morning. 

So she’d had Tech string up a hammock for her, much preferring that to even a mattress on the floor. Echo had the same idea, Tech rigging one up for him as well. It made her feel a bit bad, wondering if the boys had ever laid on a soft mattress, let themselves sink into a plush bed after a long day. Not that she had ever really slept on a plush mattress, but her lumpy old bed on the floor on Coruscant had been more comfortable than their bunks. 

“I don’t smell anything.” Wrecker says. 

“That’s because you’re a man.” She says, relaxing back in the hammock. 

Tech opens up the durasteel window shades, revealing the rainy landscape of buildings and ocean outside. He leans down as he passes, pressing a steamy kiss to her lips. Her mind goes back to the night before, the mental images she’d conjured up of the things they could do in the barracks. 

Tech gives her a sly smirk when he pulls away before leaving her in the hammock. 

“We’re heading out, do you want us to bring you back something to eat?” Hunter says, the door sliding open. 

“Sure.” She says, watching them in the reflection off the transparisteel. 

It’s quiet when the door closes, leaving her and Echo alone. She can’t see him from where he’s sitting, but she knows he’s there. She doesn’t say anything, instead watching the rain pelt the window, and the huge waves pass under the stilted buildings. 

“I can practically hear you thinking back there, Echo.” She says, breaking the silence. “Something on your mind?” 

It’s quiet for a moment. “I...wanted to talk to you.” 

She tries to turn back to look at him but she can’t see him at that angle, so instead she climbs out of her hammock. He’s seated at the table, facing the windows. She moves over, clearing a spot on the bench next to him before taking a seat. 

“About what?” She asks, looking up at him. 

He’s not looking at her, his golden eyes still focused out the window. “About...us.” 

She turns so she can see him better, leaning her elbow on the table. “Okay.” 

The last time they’d had this conversation, it was after she’d been with Wrecker the first time. After she’d drunkenly confessed her attraction to the Batch, after her and Hunter had drunkenly fucked on the Marauder, after the awkward morning after conversation when they’d negotiated their open relationship with her. 

Echo had been the most distant, the most hesitant. She knew it was due in part to his...physical state. She’d seen parts of it, when Tech did routine maintenance, making sure everything was functioning, or doing small upgrades on it. She’d heard the story, first from Hunter giving her the short version, then from Echo himself. It broke her heart, the things they did to him. 

It also helped her make sense of his hesitation. 

Echo had asked her if they could keep things more platonic between them. She had agreed immediately, not wanting him to feel pressured into doing anything he wasn’t comfortable with. She had been content in her relationship with him, and she had thought he was too, but perhaps she had been wrong. She knew it had to be hard for him, seeing her with the other four. Likely hearing it as well. She hadn’t even thought about how it could be affecting him. 

“Echo, I’m sorry if me and the guys have been making you uncomfortable.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t even think-” 

“It’s not that.” He interrupts her, looking away from her. “It’s more...I don’t want you to be disgusted by me.” 

She’s taken aback by his words. She knew he had struggled a bit adjusting to his new body. But had he been holding back because he thought she’d be disgusted by him? “Echo,” She wants to touch him, but she’s not sure if he would be comfortable with that. They weren’t really affectionate towards each other, only really touching each other out of necessity. “You thought I’d be disgusted by you? Honey, I’ve slept in Wrecker’s bunk. Naked. Several times.”

He turns to look at her, glancing past her at the messy bunk before meeting her gaze. “That’s...brave.” 

“You’re telling me.” She smiles. “Echo, I could never be disgusted by you.” She hesitates, studying his face for a moment. The guys knew a bit of her past, but she had never divulged any of the gritty details to them before. “You’re not the first cyborg I’ve ever been around. And you wouldn’t be the first cyborg I was...with either.” 

His eyebrows lift in surprise, a look of shock taking over his features. 

“Growing up in the Coruscant underworld, I had to do a lot to survive.” She starts, not trusting herself to keep the courage to tell him. “We were very poor. Our neighbors were troglodytes and ogres, we were so poor. After my mom died I had to resort to...other things to keep a roof over my head and food on the table. Besides fighting, I would...have sex for money. It wasn’t like I went seeking it out, but, it was more...men would offer and sometimes I was desperate enough I had to say yes. One of my...regulars...was a cyborg. He was more machine than man, though, and he wasn’t exactly...gentle. But he paid good money.” 

She stares at his face for a few moments, trying to read him. She hadn’t told anyone about that part of her life, not even Cody. But she trusted Echo. She trusted all the guys, but she wanted Echo to know the whole truth. 

“You never told us about that.” He says, his voice quiet. 

“I didn’t know how.” She admits. “I was afraid they’d...think it was the same thing with them. But it’s not. I love all of you individually. Even you, Echo.” 

“I can’t...give you that intimacy.” 

“There’s different kinds of intimacy. Not just physical. And I don’t need it, okay? I love you without it. I love all the guys. Even if we weren’t having sex I’d still love them too.” 

“You love me?”

He has such a hopeful look in his eyes it almost hurts. 

“Of course I do. I love every part of you, Echo.” 

He lifts his hand, slowly, almost hesitantly. His flesh hand ghosts over her cheek, warm under his glove. “I’d really like to kiss you.” 

“I’d really like it if you kissed me.” 

A smile tugs at his lips as he leans in, pressing his lips to hers. It’s soft and gentle, almost shy. She lets him lead, not wanting to push him too quickly. Make him feel uncomfortable. He pulls away after a moment, lips pulled up in a smile. 

Midnight can’t help but smile too, looking at him. He seemed so relaxed, almost happy. She leans her elbow on the table again, watching him. “That’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.” She says, getting another smile in response. 

“I liked it. It was nice.” 

“Well, you can do that whenever you’d like.” 

He immediately leans in, kissing her again. 

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can you do hcs for tbb boys x reader (gf), it’s been a long week working multiple missions for cid and they return to ord mantell one night and cid tells them to take the day off tomorrow. so the batch heads back to the marauder to settle in for the night and tbb comforts reader after getting injured/just being absolutely exhausted from the last week and then reader falls asleep with her man? thank you!! <3

Some relaxing comfort with the batch, after a hard week? Sounds good to me :))

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Getting Some Rest

Hurt/Stress/Comfort

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After a particularly hard and eventful week, you finally have a day off. Time to rest and relax. You are stressed anyway, and the last mission has left you with a few bruises. Time for your batcher to save the day, or rather, let the week end on a pleasant note.

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Hunter

You sit on your bunk, lifting your head heavily between slumped shoulders as Hunter returns from Cid's bar. As your eyes meet, his expression softens.

"How are you feeling, Mesh'la?"

You emit only a hum and look at him wearily.

Hunter comes closer, sits down with you, and helps you take off your gear. This week had been tough on all of you, but you took a few unpleasant extras today.

You are so exhausted that you don't complain as he helps you slip into comfortable clothes. Hunter draws in a sharp breath as he sees the blue spots.

"Why didn't you say something? You're all blue, it must hurt."

"Hunter, aside from taking a few hits from a crazed droid, I went crashing down a flight of stairs, two stories to the ground. Needless to say, I'm sore and blue"

He sighs, kisses your forehead and disappears for a moment, when he comes back he has bacta ointment with him. He rubs it on your shoulders, back, elbows, your sides, then continues with your legs. You are only in your underwear and his touch would normally have something stimulating about it, but you are so tired from the last few days that this feeling seems to be only a distant echo. You're infinitely grateful that Hunter is being considerate, he knows how you feel, he's not even trying to seduce you, even though you're alone for the first time in over two weeks.

He cares for you lovingly, he is gentle about it and takes his time before slipping into comfortable clothes himself. Hunter brings a holoprojector to your bunk, lies down with you, and gently takes you in his arms so as not to hurt you for your bruises.

"There was that movie you wanted to show me, wasn't there? Tech connected the projector to the holonet, so we can watch anything we want, theoretically."

He smiles at you and puts the remote control in your hand.

You grin at him and say, "I think you might really like this movie".

"What's it called?"

"Demolition Man"

Hunter grins and says, "Sounds like something for Wrecker."

You have to laugh, feeling the tension gradually flee from your muscles. Spending time with Hunter always did you good, one way or another.

Echo

He's rubbing ointment on you right now. His look with which he looks into your face is reproving but also gentle. He shakes his head and sighs.

"I don't like it when you bring home such bruises from our missions. It always reminds me that you were a civilian before we met and have no business in combat."

You frown and say, "That's a new tone, you never told me you didn't want me there."

Echo looks at you sadly.

"I don't mean it like that, my love."

As you look at him questioningly, Echo explains, "You're not trained for this. Granted you are very adaptable, and I was immediately excited and surprised by your eagerness, but really you don't belong in the middle of the action"

After a deep breath, you laugh softly. You yourself didn't expect to be in the thick of the fight. You're doing it mainly because of Echo, the way he protects you and takes care of you, you want to watch his back too. The feeling, if you are not there, the worry whether he comes back to you, is unbearable, so you rather throw yourself into the fight with him.

"Someone has to take care of you," you say gently.

Echo looks at you with a smirk.

"You think I can't do that myself?"

You shake your head and say jokingly, "No way."

Echo shows you a feigned pout before pressing a long, gentle kiss to your cheek.

"My beloved, sassy beauty," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth gently a moment later.

After he has forgiven your wounds, he straightens up and says, "We have all the ingredients for my famous stew. Shall I make some?"

You beam at him. Echo is a gifted cook.

"That would be great."

You spend the rest of the evening eating his stew and watching old movies before falling asleep snuggled in his arm.

Wrecker

He gently lays you down in your bunk, helps you take off your gear. Wrecker frowns worriedly when he sees the bruises.

"Oh, Mesh'la," he says worriedly, gently tending to your wounds.

You enjoy his care, he is so gentle and attentive. Your gentle giant, whom you have seen wreak havoc on your enemies so many times, is a gentle, kind soul. You always enjoy this wonderful side of him.

When he is finished, he squeezes Lula into your arms with a gentle smile.

"Echo was kind enough to make us stew," he says, pressing a hot steaming bowl of it into your hands, with a cloth wrapped around it, so you don't scald your fingers.

With a smile, you say, "Echo be blessed."

Wrecker chomps down hungrily, eating three bowls at once. You can't blame him, he uses a lot of energy every day, and the stew is divine. Leaning back in his arm, you feel safe, and loved. Wrecker is not only the person you love the most, but also the place you feel safest, not without reason.

He has comedy switched on and his laughter tickles along your spine every time, a nice feeling, the feeling that all is well.

You kiss his chin and whisper, "I love you".

He gently squeezes you a little closer and grins with satisfaction as he says, "Not as much as I love you".

Tech

He is very concentrated, shaking his head again and again as he tends to your wounds. His brow is furrowed critically. Tech is very careful and gentle, but it's obvious how much it upsets him that you've been hurt, even though he's unusually quiet for the moment.

Tech covers you up when he's done and strokes your head gently. You smile at him.

"I need to take better care of you," he says thoughtfully.

"Tech, it's not your fault I got hurt."

He sighs and gently kisses your cheek.

"That's nice of you to say."

"Hey," you say, grabbing his arm as he tries to get up and holding him back, "It's the truth. You can't always protect me"

Tech smiles and sighs, "You're way too easy on me."

You pull him back into your bunk with a gentle tug and gently rest your forehead against his.

"My love, you are the best thing that could ever happen to me. I always feel loved and safe with you. You didn't make a mistake, if it wasn't for you, no one would have to take care of my wounds because I wouldn't be breathing. If you are honest, you know that too."

Tech puts his long arms around you and snuggles up to you.

This moment is a moment of comfort and safe peace for both of you. No one says a word, you just hold each other until you both fall asleep.

Crosshair

There are, at least to the outside observer, only two states of mind for Crosshair, angry or stoic calm. At the moment, he appears angry and restless. He tends to your wounds, muttering curses over and over again so softly that you can barely hear them. It may seem like he is angry, at you, but that is not the case, he is angry at everything and everyone at the moment, except you. He's upset that he missed the droid that caused you most of your injuries. He's angry that you didn't have all the important information about the mission from the beginning, he's angry that he can't split into four and be everywhere at once. But most of all, he is angry and worried about your injuries.

When he is done, he sighs, freshens himself up and lies down next to you without a word. You both stare at the underside of the top bunk for a while. You can hear him sigh and turn your head to look at him. In profile, he still looks tense, but also incredibly beautiful.

You smile, and as if sensing it, he turns his head to look at you as well.

"What's there to smile about?" he asks and cocks a brow at you.

Your smile turns into a grin, somehow you find this thing he does with his brow always amusing.

You feel tired and exhausted, but happy nonetheless. Crosshair is there, always taking care of you, even if mostly grumbling, but you know he likes to do it.

"I'm fine, I'm happy, I have every reason to smile".

Crosshair frowns, but his expression softens, and he says softly, "Tell me I'm the reason, then after all the shit that's happened, my day has still been perfect."

You kiss him softly and he sighs with pleasure.

"What makes you think that anything other than you could be the reason?"

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(The Bad Batch) Crosshair x Reader: Hold

Author's Note: I figured I'd combine these! I hope that's alright and this was what you're looking for! Thank you for the requests!!!

I present to you what should have happened.  JK I'm enjoying the show (even though I do hope Crosshair comes back!!) and totally excited for Season 2.  This is just one of many alternate scenarios, as is commonly written in the Star Wars fandom.

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: A touch of angst.

You watched the quiet exchange with hands clasped together and teeth biting your lips, waiting, hoping…

Dawn had risen over the ocean planet, the pale light washing the sky in pastels.  You should feel nothing but relief after the squad returned safely to the ship.

The squad escaped Kamino.  Everyone was safe.  You only caught a glimpse of him through the viewport and nearly tripped over your feet racing off the Marauder.  With you being a jedi on the run, Echo had thought it best that you remain on the ship while he led the others to rescue Hunter.  You had watched in horror from the platform as laser blasts streaked through the dark, stormy night and impacted the structures of Tipoca city, setting them ablaze, while your squad was still in there.  There was no way of knowing whether they found Hunter or if any of them made it.

The decision to go after them was easy enough, but by the time you geared up and stepped out into the deluge, the tube that ran underwater to Nala Se’s laboratory was destroyed.  Debris littered the sea around you and sank into the murky depths.  It was too dangerous to fly the ship over because the Empire might have detected you on their scanners.  You could only wait.  Wait and wonder if Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and Omega were okay.  Wonder if Crosshair was alright after all.

What was most important was that everyone was okay.  You nearly burst into tears when they climbed up onto the platform at the first light.  They were fine.  They were shaken up from the ordeal, sad that the closest thing they had to a home was obliterated, disappointed that Crosshair was still refusing to come along, but fine.

Even so, you couldn’t help but hope.

With eyes locked on Crosshair’s lean form, you hoped.

Omega returned to the group, shaking her head.  Your heart dropped.

Why was he doing this?  Something wasn’t right…  It had to be that chip.  Had to be.  Hunter had quietly told you what Crosshair said, that his chip was removed a long time ago.  Had it really?  Then why did he clasp a hand over the side of his head before?  When you first saw him?

You watched in disbelief as the squad started up the ramp into the Marauder.

“No…We can’t just leave him.”

“There’s not much more we can do,” Hunter murmured, resting a hand on your shoulder as he passed.  He looked over his shoulder at the sniper before his eyes flickered back to you.  A worn sigh emerged from his lips before he nodded, silently granting you a little extra time.

You nodded in return, determined.

Five minutes.  No more.

So you jogged over to where Crosshair stood on the platform with his back facing the squad.  He gazed out at the colorful sky with features screwed tight in pained skepticism.  His hand twitched, as if he was resisting the urge to touch the wound on his head again.

“Cross?” you said.

He stole a glance in your direction, but didn’t budge.

“I know that you’ve been through a lot.  Believe me, we have too.  But our best bet is to stay together.  We all need each other now more than ever.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” he replied, teeth clenched.

“No, it isn’t.”  You reached for his hand, gently wrapping your fingers around it and pulling it to your chest.  “Please, Crosshair.”  Your voice lowered to a longing whisper.  “I’ve missed you so much.”

When he didn’t reply, you released him entirely.  Bitter tears spilled down your cheeks as you looked over at Hunter, who stood with arms crossed.  

Three minutes left.

Perhaps it’s in vain. 

The pain of that thought pierced through your heart like a viroblade, stinging your veins.  Shoulders slumping, you met Hunter’s eyes in defeat.  His expression softened at your visible hurt, and he waited for you to join him up on the ramp.  He knew better than anyone what this meant to you- what Crosshair’s absence had put you through.

Each painstaking step took you farther from Crosshair, and it was as if your feet were made of durasteel.

Suddenly, you couldn’t go any farther.  You halted mid-step.  Another teardrop plummeted from your face , mingling with the rainwater on the platform at your feet.

You turned back around, ignoring Hunter’s quizzical expression, and marched right back until you were standing in front of your sniper.  He gazed down at you, frowning in his usual serious way, though he didn’t quite reign in the surprise in his eyes at your reappearance.

Without so much as a word, you threw your arms around him.

His muscles bunched and tensed at the contact.  It was apparent even beneath his armor.

As if you had landed a blow.

You only held onto him tighter, burying your face in his shoulder.  For several seconds you remained like that, clinging to the man you loved.  Searching.  Grasping for that part of him that you missed so terribly.  Although, it was starting to feel like a shout into the void. Except it wasn’t.

To your surprise and relief, you felt pressure on your form as he wound his arms around you and squeezed back.  He was returning the embrace tenfold, making you feel as though you might melt into putty if it weren’t for his arms holding you so securely.  A whimper of relief choked out from your lungs.  The tears kept falling for an entirely different reason.

His head rested on top of yours, earnestly seeking more of your touch.

Another cry escaped your lips.  Crosshair shifted to hold you even tighter.

“I’ve missed you, darling mine,” he told you.  His admission sent a quake through your bones.  He was starting to sound like his old self again.  You felt one of his hands leave your back to clasp over the side of his head again as he winced.

Feeling compassion for his pain, you pulled away to observe his expression.  “Let’s get out of here.”

He blinked his eyes open, still clutching his head, and nodded.

With your hand still grasping his, you led him toward the ship.  Hunter gave you a look of approval despite the part of him that was cautious.  He stepped aside so that you could bring Crosshair aboard.

Inside, Tech had a datapad out in front of him while he checked over the Marauder’s controls to ensure everything was fully functional.  He caught sight of the two of you, and his eyes widened in contained surprise.

“Oh.  You’re coming with us after all.”

He sounded pleased, which was what you’d hoped.

“Crosshair?” Wrecker exclaimed.  You heard his heavy footsteps as he stomped his way up to see for himself.

“Well, this is unexpected,” Echo commented.

Omega was grinning ear-to-ear.  “It’s great!  Welcome aboard!”

“First thing’s first,” Tech stated.  He adjusted his goggles as he eyed the wounded area of his brother’s head.  “Let’s get that chip removed.”