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Petition to raise Echo's salary. This man needs a break from not only his brothers and sister but also from...life bro!

Let him grieve this he's lost, let him breathe from the Empire for a minute, let him meditate (because of course he would), let him accept what happened to his body after Skako, let him have a moment to PORCESS WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. I think he needs it but I think WE, as a collective, need it too.

I think this sums up a lot of their relationship (even down to the short/tall jokes)

This was requested by @bicniskanadin and this fic if for @summer-time crumbs au!

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Love bites

Crosshair's heart almost stopped. He almost missed it, if he hadn’t paid attention to his mesh’la he wouldn’t have seen it. She had gotten shot. He was able to see the Crimson red blood run down her side as she tried to fight thought it Almost immediately he went to her catching her before she fell, crosshair calls for medic for her as he put his hand over her wound to put pressure on it, at that moment he felt helpless to help save her the only thing that he could do at the was tried and calm her so that she might not panic and lose more blood. His worried and terrified face was the last thing his mesh’la saw before she passed out.

When she woke back up she was met with a medical droid and a clone medic. The medic was giving her some pain medication.

“ How long was I out?” Her voice sounded Hoarse and sore which made her cringe at it.

“ Approximately 12 hours” he medical droid replied she went to sit up but flinched in pain the medic helped her sit up completely.

“ Here, this will help ease the pain.” The medic was careful as he helped her sit up better before giving her some meds to help the pain.

“ The medical droid says that you’re not sleeping the right amount of hours…of sleep” he said realize that what he might had said sounded stupid. She chuckled quietly knowing about what he meant

“ yeah…I just haven’t been able to sleep well on a lot of missions and difficult training for each one kinda cuts into my sleep schedule you know?” she offered the answer which wasn’t exactly the answer. Yes she had missions that would keep her up as well as training but it was mostly crosshair wanting to be around her a lot it was suffocating.

The medic agreed with her, it was almost impossible to keep a sleep schedule.

They continued to talk, enjoying each other's company as the medic helped change her bandage. Unknown to them, Crosshair was watching them glaring at the clone, who dared to make her laugh, that was his job! He was the one to make her happy, not some reg!

He started planning on what to do with the reg and his mesh’la she knew better than that. She’ll just need a reminder.

It was quite easy to get the medic away from watchful eyes. It was quite easy to kill him, it was quite easy to dispose of his body.

Now it was time to go punish his mesh’la.

She knew better than to talk to him, he understood explaining medical records and stuff like that but just talking to him and laughing with him was definitely a big no! And they’ve even talked about it! She should have already known!

He was quiet as he entered the medical Facility. She was absolutely beautiful lying peacefully on the bed. He almost considered not punishing her…maybe when she wakes up he’ll explain to her about what she did wrong and that they’ll work to correct it.

He picked her up carefully wanting to take her to someone where he could watch over her. To keep her safe. He glared at anyone who looked at him weird. Once he got back to the room that those regs gave them, he noticed that it was empty. That’s good he didn’t want one of his brother's lovers to stop him. He goes to lay his mesh’la down when she starts to wake up, kiff. She pushes him away and falls onto the bunk. Foolish mesh’la she’s going to get herself more injured!

“ mesh’la you’re going to hurt yourself” He growls. She tried to help herself up using the bunk while holding her side. She was slightly confused but mostly upset. She glared at him “ why the hell am I here!?” She screamed at him. Oh she shouldn’t have done that. He Forced her up against the wall next to the bunk making her flinch but she continued to glare at him and curse at him. He had enough, there was no reason she should be acting like this! Especially when she continues to try and push him away. He wrapped an arm around her waist and wiggled his fingers under the bandage and dug his fingers into her wound and used the other hand to push her head into his neck to try and keep her quiet; he didn't know how soundproof these walls were.

She cries out into his neck as the pain goes through her whole body. Crosshair was about to say something when he felt her teeth digging into the base of his neck. It shocks him that he almost didn’t feel the pain. But of course it came he almost let go of her but he immediately tightened his grip around her digging his fingers deeper into the wound making her scream against his neck. She continued to push against him but being clouded by pain that she felt like she wasn’t strong enough to stop it, she started to feel dizzy as she could taste iron as everything started to go black. He felt her body start to relax against him. He was able to pull her head back without her taking a chunk out of him. She tired herself out. Seeing her sleepy features and the little bit of blood stains her teeth. He helped her back to the bunk Laying her down so that she could rest. He grabbed some cuffs and put them on her. He noticed that his hand was covered in blood. He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted her blood. He couldn't help but to smile at the taste. He regrettingly goes and washes the rest of it off. He goes to the refresher to clean off the blood. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror and he smiled. He carefully tilted his head to the side, flinching a bit at the bite mark. Her mark. She marked him

“ I am hers just like she is mine” he purrs, running his hand over it lightly, It Stings but he continues to smile at the thought.

“Perfect.”

Along waited Part6! Thanks to @thebadbatch for helping me on this one! They are an amazing writer! Please check out their blog!

Crosshair just laid there in his bed thinking of a plan to get his love back to get, he knew it wasn’t going to be simple especially if they convince him to stay with them instead of being somewhere where he belongs. He remembers when y/n first joined his squad, he was so new to it all, it was kinda funny. He would keep up with them but y/n had a hard time with they’re tactics,

It was amazing seeing him becoming the medic he is today. He honestly was hoping to see him break like the other medics but was pleasantly surprised when he saw y/n carrying hunter off the battle field to somewhere safe. He sometimes thinks that’s when he realizes that he loves him because after the mission he asked him out. At first they didn’t tell the Bach, that was until wrecker walked in on them having an private moment, he would admit that he was pretty mad at his brother for ruining the moment but it made it a little bit better seeing y/n trying to hide his face, he never knew that y/n could get so red. He shakes his head he needs to make a plan maybe he should…go back to them…well at least make them think that he is then he can get him alone. He could even get his team back just have to fix they’re chips and keep him in command. He would have to convince them, no it would be easier to rush them to ambush them. Take them all back they would be useful, they will understand later like he did. Once he gains their trust he could lead them into a trap, and get they chips enhanced or replaced, then he doesn’t have to worry about them taking y/n and he wouldn’t have to worry about his brothers.

Crosshair gets up, looking for his armor , his old armor. He couldn’t get rid of it, a part of him wishes that he would be able to wear it again even though the the imperial armor was much more high tech but he prefers his own armor.

It felt like home to him and gave him back his old sense of purpose. A heavy sigh left his chest as he finally laid eyes on his Original armour, fingertips scraping against the surface of the red and black material. That's where he used to belong and who he used to be! So many memories were placed within them, especially his helmet. Gently picking it up, he held his treasured helmet in his hands all whilst blowing off a layer of clust. Has it really been that long since he fought alongside his brothers? Before they had abandoned him and left him to the Empire? He guessed so. Placing it back against the crate he moved away and practically threw himself against his bunk feeling tears prick at his eyes. Everything had been so intense lately and all that was on his mind was forming a plan to get y/n back. There was only one plan circulating in his mind though, and that was to return to his brothers and work from the inside to get y/n and himself back to the Empire. Gazing toward his communication device he allowed former memories to fill his head of what life used to be like with his brothers. He used to feel wanted and loved but not anymore, he felt empty. Y/n was the only one to keep him feeling wanted, the only one who gave him purpose. He had to get him back, and that begins now. Standing, Crosshair activated his old comm device amongst his armour and spoke into it a very clear message. 

"We meet on Ord Mantell in two days, I want to go home." He ended the communication and grabbed his rifle to prepare him for this journey back home. This would be worth it, this is something he had to do. This was for his love. 

A rapid beeping alerted Tech as he spun around in his pilot seat away from Echo, activating the communication in one swift movement. 

"We meet on Ord Mantell in two days, I want to go home." Tech didn't speak, he just turned to face Echo again once the communication ended completely speechless. 

"T-that was Crosshair?" Echo asked, eyes glued to where the hologram was of Crosshair. It almost felt too good to be true, was their brother really coming home? 

"I can confirm it was, but I can't deny if it's a trap or not." He took a shaky breath inwards, "We need to signal the others." With a swift nod of confirmation, Echo activated his own communication device to summon both Wrecker and Hunter back to the ship due to a message waiting for them - it was Crosshair. Some time had passed since they alerted their two brothers and finally Hunter ran up the ramp and straight into the cockpit. 

"Show me the message now." The message played once again, the words of their brother lingering in the air. Hunter just leaned against one of the chairs, sighing and putting a hand against his head. "Is that real? Is he being serious?" He paused in thought for a moment, "Or is he just trying to kill us again?" Tech typed a little in his datapad before shaking his head and turning off the hologram. 

"We have no reason to believe it's a trap since he was alone and activated his old armour. Maybe he truly has changed?" Y/n soon walked in, rubbing his eyes and gazing at the faces of distress in the cockpit. 

"Hey what's going on?" They just gave you a soft smile before gazing back at the hologram. 

"It's Crosshair - he wants to come home."

Crosshair x medic male reader

Part 5

After a few hours of talking and some Convincing from y/n,they finally decided to get some rest . Y/n couldn’t sleep he was worrying so much about crosshair. What if he goes back and he’s not there, Or what if he goes back and he’s badly injured ,or what if he was mad at him ,or he wanted to kill him, or or something so much worse. He was worrying himself to death about crosshair like he’s done hundreds of times before. When they was apart the squad he didn’t have to worry to much about his love. He never could relax when they were with the empire. Even now he still worries. He never knew what was going on in the empire. he was always on edge. He sat up and pulled his legs to his chest hissing in pain. He so scared when he was apart of the empire…how must crosshair feel? Hunter senses something off which woke him up, he thought something was wrong with omega, but when he go up he picked up soft crying he turned the corner and saw y/n trying to keep himself quiet with his hand over his mouth while he cried it hurt seeing him like that. He couldn’t have y/n go back there it’s way to much for him. Y/n was once’s a strong medic, always so happy he made sure that everyone was happy, heathy, and if one of them had gotten injured they had his undivided attention making sure that they are comfortable and getting better even if they were behind enemy lines. He remembers when he had gotten injured almost immediately he as a blurr of familiar armor and the next thing he knew he was being carried out by y/n who was still shooting. Now it seems like he’s scared of his own shadow. “ y/n..” he spoke quietly but loud enough for him fo hear. Y/n looked up at hunter wiping away his tears “ I d-didn’t mean to wake you…I’m sorry “ he said quietly, hunter sat down beside him “ it’s alright..I wasn’t really asleep “

He replied carefully rubbing his back, he could feel y/n tens up under his hand “ I know that you miss him…I do too…we need to figure out a plan to get him back and to get him thinking straight….” He said as he tried to comfort him “ I know that you’re not going to sleep…so why not we make a plan you’ve been apart of the empire, I know you…you make a plan for almost everything…do you think you we can work together on this and make a plan?” Hunter though if he could maybe distract him from the pain. Y/n nods and gets up.

“ I have a-an idea that m-might work..” he said as he headed over to the cockpit patting Gonky’s head as he walks by sitting down in one of the sits in the cockpit with hunter following him not to far behind. They sat down and talked for hours about plans and about crosshair until hunter started noticing that y/n started falling asleep. He got up quietly as y/n sleeps and got him a blanket carefully rapping the it around him, he sighing quietly, just admiring him. God he misses him, he wishes that he had the courage to ask him before crosshair did but he understands and doesn’t want to press the issue but he still wish that he did. He rubs y/n cheek noticing the newly formed scar across his cheek leading all the way to his ear which had a pretty good nick out of it. He had a bad feeling that it wasn’t from that squad something in him had a feeling that it was from crosshair…he has to get his brother back.

Part 4- crosshair x male medic reader

Crosshair was tired when he came back. He made sure that they would ever hurt what is his. His…it made crosshair smile, he was able to protect him to keep him safe, then his smile fell. Like he should have been, but he’s made things right. He’ll need to pay a little bit more attention to his lovely, make sure he’s happy. The first thing he did when he got was to go check on him as he walked down the hallway he noticed more guards then usual, something in him made him start to worry about his doll. He starts picking up in speed as he makes his way to the medical ward. He stops dead in his tracks. Y/n bed was empty. He asks a medical drone what happened to him “ a small squad of defective clones stole supplies and weapons as well as kidnapping the medic y/n “ it replied. He knew immediately what it was talking about. No, no! It can’t be possible! Immediately crosshair turns around and heads off to his barracks he can’t allow anyone to see himself. He needs to find them. He needs to find him. He needs him. He has to protect him even from his own brothers if he has to. He knows that hunter wants him there is nothing to keep him from taking his doll away. The thought of hunter taking what is his away, touching what is his. No…that’s not y/n. Y/n loves him and only him. He knows this, he knows that his lovely would never do something like that. But that image of hunter pinning y/n to the ground made him sick. He can’t let hunter have him. No y/n is his not hunters. His.

When he finally got back to his barracks they were empty. He sit his weapon down and sat down. “ I can’t lose him…” he couldn’t lose him. What if…what if he went with them willingly? No no he wouldn’t abandon him again will he? No he wouldn’t y/n loves him to much for that. He knows y/n. He would never cheat or leave him but crosshair didn’t even notice that the squad was abusing his lover how would he know if he did. That’s when the thought passes though his head again. Hunter pinning y/n down, Doing what ever he wants to do to him and y/n begging for more. “ I have to get him back”

Crosshair x male medic reader

Part 3

When he opened his eyes again he was surprised to see that he was in a medical Ward. Y/n looks around to see if anything was familiar. He was happy to see crosshair. He had his eyes closed but y/n had a feeling that crosshair wasn’t actually asleep. He was going to say something but that’s when he realized that he actually had a tube down his throat, he was drugged so much that he didn’t even feel if it. TJ must have crushed his throat. Y/n looked down at his broken arm seeing that he didn’t have his blacks on, now he could really see how bad it is, when ever he had to wash up he had to look at them now he had to add the shot wound to the mix. He felt crosshair hand squeeze his hand “ you’re awake…are you alright?” He asked as he rubs his cheek. Y/n nods slowly. “ why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me that they were hurting you? I could have protect you….I would have killed them for you.” The last sentence made a chill go down his spine, he couldn’t look him in the eye when he was like that “ look at me please” he said as he moves y/n head towards his “ are you scared of me?” Almost immediately y/n shakes his head no. “ then why didn’t you tell me?” He asks concerned for y/n. Crosshair knows that look. “ you were scared that they might kill you…or…me? “ he asked as he rubs his cheek and y/n nods “ I should have known” he was about to say something else when one of the squad members can in and calls his over for a mission he huffs quietly. Y/n rubs his cheek kinda telling him it’s alright to go. Crosshair carefully kisses his hand lightly before getting up “ I’ll be back soon” He reply’s as he got up and went to go onto the mission. The squad member turn to look at y/n glaring at him. Y/n looks away from them.

At some point he doesn’t really remember, but he had fallen back asleep. He was so drugged up he didn’t even know that he was being moved. He didn’t even feel the tube being taken out of his throat or the constant yet familiar voices that continued to talk about him. When he starts to come two he could smell the familiar smell of Marauder, that’s when the pain hit, He couldn’t help but to tense up, breathing slowly. Y/n sits up groaning in pain. “ you’re ok!” Wrecker voice booms into his head. It honestly scared him making him jump and flinches in pain “ h-hey..ow…” y/n replied his voice horse and sore. when he actually opened his eyes, he was met with tech looking over him. “ you might want to lay back down, we don’t have a lot of pain meds neither…” tech put a hand on his shoulder kinda pushing him back against the bunk. “ w-wait..I’m not supposed to be here” y/n said it finally kicked in that he wasn’t supposed to be here, he wasn’t supposed to leave crosshair “ I gotta go bac-ahow…being shot s-sucks…ow.. ”Y/n grabs his side he saw hunter exit the cock pit “ yeah it isn’t…” he said jokingly “ what the hell happened to you “ wrecker asks “ did crosshair…do this? “wrecker gestures to all of him “ no h-he’s never done a-anything like that” y/n replies “ then what happened?” This time it was hunter who chimed in. “ it’s nothing t-to w-worry about it’s fine..” they all gave him the we don’t believe you look. “ fine…it was the s-squad I was apart of…they didn’t l-like me..” y/n looked down at his hands and tapping at his finger together “ they t-took they’re anger out on me…it’s fine” he sighs quietly “ hey where’s Omega? Is she alright?“ y/n asks he’s been worried about her since he’s been gone he worried about all of them. “ she’s sleeping heh..she’s worries about you and crosshair “ hunter said he knew that y/n was trying to change the conversation so that he doesn’t have to talk about it. “ it seems like you all need sleep…how l-long has it been?” Y/n asks smirking “ how long since what?” Wrecker gave y/n a confused look “ I’m talking about your sleeping habits hunter looks he’s about to crash, tech is p-probably running off of caf and you…w-well you look like you’ve a-actually had rest, oh a-and I don’t even k-know where echo is…how far off Am I?” He smiled even more when they hesitantly replied “ I’m in the cock pit and you ain’t far off!” Y/n could always trust echo telling him the truth about what goes on in the Bach. “I still got it” he smiles “ you all should get s-some rest…it would be better for you all “ y/n still worried about his squad mates “ you’re right but we have to make sure that you don’t go back there.. they clearly don’t care about you..” tech said as he looks over the datapad “ I know…but crosshair is there…he needs help… I can’t just leave him “ y/n felt horrible for leaving him the first time now he feels the same way that he felt back then it was so hard. Especially when he saw him and him wanting to kill them. It hurt him when they were in the hanger it hurt so much to leave him there. He can’t make make that mistake again. He needs to help him he needs to help him onto the right path. To help him. “ I just can’t leave him…not again “ y/n said more to himself then to the others. “ you don’t have to go back there…we will get him back.”

Hunter replies and goes over to him sitting down beside y/n comforting him “ we’ll get him back “

Crosshair x male medic reader

Tw: being choked ( I don’t know if it is but just in case)

A few weeks pass Since then. Everything seem oddly normal within the squad they hadn’t hit him in a while that was a plus, maybe he’s finally being excepted into the squad, but he knew better then to get his hopes up. At least now he could have his back turn without much fear of getting hit. They were on a mission they were tracking down some people that had stuck their nose into somewhere that they shouldn’t have, even though didn’t agree with it the group had gotten a hold of some very sensitive information that could destroy everything, as the group split up, they split up into teams of two. He and another trooper had lost their trader in the forest outside of a city. He learned the trooper name TJ is what he liked to be called. Y/n knows that TJ probably didn’t care to get to know his name.

“ hey uh..TJ right? I believe we should head back we haven’t found anything for a few hours now” y/n voiced his opinion the trooper didn’t reply “ hey we should really head back before it gets dark “ y/n repeated this time putting his hand onto the mans armor trying to pull him towards reason “ go ahead coward, the commander won’t do anything to you if YOU show up empty handed since you’re the commander’s little slut. I can’t even believe someone would let a clone touch them like that I guess you’re desperate” he replied with hatred almost as if he was spitting out venom. Usually when something like that was said to him he would just brush it off but this time he pulled crosshair into it that made something in him snaps and he punches the trooper square in the jaw it was so hard that he knocks off the mans helmet. TJ stumbles back in shock as he turns towards him, that shock turns into anger really quick and TJ charges towards y/n pining him to the ground with him on top “ oh so you want to be come cocky huh?! Oh you’re going to die for that!” He yells at y/n. He grabs his arm and twisting it until he hears it snap making y/n cry out in pain “ I’m tired of holding back! I want to see the life fade out of your eyes! “ he grabs y/n helmet and rips it off of his head, rapping his hands around the pin man’s throat and slowly starts to squeeze. Y/n finds himself panicking as he tries kicking him off, that doesn’t work, he tries pushing, doesn’t work, he tries pulling TJ arms apart but he’s not strong enough especially with one of them broken. As his vision starts to become black something clicks and he sticks his thumb right into the man’s eye and just pushes into it making him scream. this gives y/n enough time for him to be able to push him off enough to get out from under him. Tj even more piss trying to get his bearings before actually grabbing y/n own weapon and trying to aim it at him y/n. Y/n was still trying to get his vision back. He could barely make out TJ who was holding his hand over his eye. Then he felt the bolt hit his side and go straight though, it made him fall forward he trying to get up back up but TJ kicks him onto his side as TJ stood over him aiming at his head “ you are a Disgrace not even worth a bolt”. Y/n couldn’t keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tries everything was just slowly fading. He could barely hear footsteps going towards him and what sounded like blaster fire an a body falling over.

Everything was so cold.

Everything was so num.

Crosshair x male medic reader

Three months…

Three months was all it took for the empire to break him down completely he wasn’t used to this, all this mindless killing for what because they got in the way of the empire? Please, if someone said something to one of his new squad mates that they did like they’ll kill the poor victim. Wait members, not mates he has to remember that. They made sure of that. He can still feel the bruise on his arm. he doesn’t trust them, he can’t trust them, not even enough with his own ration let alone his life. This once strong and happy man reduced to…this scared and jumpy boy, scared of his own squad, he was even scared of his own boyfriend he saw the change in crosshair, how he would act. He thought back to when his first mission. everything went well and he did what he usually would do make sure everyone was ok he had split himself off from the group he should have known from the people scattering away from him that something was wrong but he stayed clueless. He found a woman who was injured by a shot to the Stomach and without medical attention she could die. y/n immediately went over to her. She tried pushing him away clearly not wanting to trust him so he pulled off his helmet showing that he isn’t a threat and trying her about her situation. She seemed a bit more trusting enough for him to at least start working on her. That was until he heard and felt two shots the first one went into the lady’s head killing her instantly and the second one just barely missed his head, it skimmed his ear and his cheek. He was shocked for a spilt second but instantly turned around ready to shoot who ever shot him he was horrified to see that it was crosshair aiming at him.

“c-cross?” To say that he was confused and scared would have been an understatement he was absolutely terrified “ you are disobeying orders y/n …that is punishable by death…your squad would have killed you on the spot…” his voice was cold but he lowered his weapon “ but…I’m hoping that you didn’t hear it because you had your helmet off..” he said it was more of his normal voice but it was still off it was almost like he snapped himself out of something.

This wasn’t crosshair and y/n knew it.

His voice still ringed in his head. The sad part was he knew he wasn’t lying his squad already hated him to them he did everything wrong and they made sure that he knew it too. They would hit him when crosshair wasn’t looking or around. even they were scared of him.

The first time it happened in front of crosshair and immediately he punished the guy, nearly killed the man but it still didn’t stop them, it Only got worse, they would hit him where crosshair couldn’t see and they would threatened him that they would kill him on a mission if he was to tell or show crosshair what they did “ we can make it look like an accident “ they said “ I bet he wouldn’t even miss you”

He started to break down

He couldn’t handle this, he couldn’t do this. He wanted so badly to be back with the Bach at least they respected him enough to even consider him a part of the team. Here he was a punching bag, But he hated the thought of leaving crosshair with theses people, not again.

Tears stream down y/n face as he pulled himself into a ball he was happy that no one was around. His squad would see it as weakness. But when he heard the door open he immediately tried to wipe his tears and look up to see crosshair. He was pissed about something it was probably Rampart but when he saw y/n balled up in his bed, his anger turned into concern, he immediately went over to him and to comfort him pulling him close and rubbing his back. Y/n immediately hugs him and just cries into his shoulder he couldn’t hold it back anymore, he couldn’t keep bottling it up.

“ shh…it’s ok I’m right here…I got you” he said in a clam voice as he continued to rub his back. Crosshair had noticed that Y/n was acting strange, he knew y/n was strong, but all of this would have been hard on anyone. He should have token more of consideration that it was probably a lot for his love to handle.

The idea came from @thebadbatch

Comfort and Chamomile

A Bad Batch Fanfiction

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: Aprox. 750

Summary: You're miserable and sick on the Havoc Marauder, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to feel any better. Crosshair takes notice and decides he's not going to ask questions- he's just going to help, and he does it in the best ways possible.

A/N: This is for @fives-girlfriend. Based off your recent posts, I figured you could use a little something. I hope you enjoy and feel better soon, friend!

Taglist: @techs-stitches @nahoney22 @zaya-mo @photogirl894 @erellenora

“Here.” Crosshair held out the bottle of medicine Tech had purchased earlier that day. “Take it.”

“I already did,” you muttered, trying to adjust yourself in the highly uncomfortable chair you had spent the afternoon in. The entire Batch had insisted you rest and recuperate, but no matter where you went in the Marauder, nowhere was comfortable, so you had settled on a chair in the cockpit, where at least you had a decent view. Your joints felt like they were on fire, and every movement caused them to hurt all the more, but in a last stitch effort to get comfortable, you pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to ignore the twisted feeling in your stomach.

“That was 6 hours ago. You need to take more.” Crosshair held it closer to you, but you ignored him, wincing as your sinuses burned with every breath you took. You were sore, in pain, and downright miserable. Logically, you knew you should take the medicine…. But…. You just didn’t want to. You wanted to curl into a ball and just… sleep? Cry? You didn’t know at this point, you were just so drained.

But you saw the concerned look Crosshair gave when he thought you weren’t paying attention and decided to surrender. You reached over and gulped down the dose he offered you, whimpering slightly, both in disgust and pain as the taste lingered in your mouth and your joints screamed in protest of your movement.

Crosshair stood there for a moment before heading towards the back of the ship wordlessly. When he returned, he was almost completely hidden by the large stack of grey and red blankets in his arms. You recognized several of them and realized that there would be multiple Batch members who would awake later and find themselves missing their sleeping amenities, but Crosshair didn’t seem to care. He laid them out in rumpled but fluffy layers on the floor, before disappearing again into the back of the ship. He returned once more, this time with a canteen of some sort in hand, before taking a seat on the veritable mountain of blankets. He motioned you to come over, and you were about to plop down beside him when he pulled you into his lap, the two of you coming almost face to face.

“Crosshair, I don’t want you to get sick!” you protested, but he simply shook his head.

“I don’t care. Now shut up for a minute.” He pulled you into a warm hug, burying his face in your neck, his fingers gently massaging the small of your back as he held you close. You slowly began to relax, resting your head on Crosshair’s shoulder as you just sat there and felt him breathe… slowly… calmly. He’d never ask you to do this- He’d just… well… do it. And you wished he’d do it more.

You winced as a burst of pain shot through your sinuses, the burning sensation that you’d been dealing with all day becoming increasingly noticeable. Crosshair started, realizing your discomfort and he gently helped you turn around and take a seat between his legs on the blanket, your back resting comfortably against his chest as he grabbed an extra blanket and laid it securely over you. He snatched the canteen he had brought in and wrapped his arms around you, opening it in front of you.

The smell of chamomile tea drifted out of it, the warm steam floating up into your burning airways, and soothing them immensely. You relaxed and took several deep breaths as Crosshair held the container under your nose, enjoying the feeling of being able to breathe normally for the first time in hours. You clasped it in your hands, taking it from him, and took a hesitant sip.

Sweet and smooth hot liquid cleansed your pallet, and you sighed, letting your head fall back against Crosshair’s chest. He pulled you close, gently messaging the base of your neck with one hand, the other hand wrapped around your waist. He gently kissed your burning hot temple, stroking your hair back and out of your face. He didn’t scold you or offer any verbal commentary of any sort… but you didn’t need him to. His actions spoke far louder than words ever could.

So, he just held you there in the comfortable silence, as you sipped your tea and listened to him breathe… the aches in your body countered by the warmth of the blankets and Crosshair’s protective, loving embrace… and before long, you drifted into a peaceful and restful sleep in his arms.

Bad Batch Period Head-Cannons

Authors note: I’ve read a lot of head cannons about the Bad Batch reacting to the reader on their period, and a lot have the batch cuddling with the reader or bringing them chocolate and sweets. But I don’t usually like physical affection or sweets on my period so I thought I’d write for the people that deal with the same thing!

Warnings: None really

Relationship: The Bad Batch x Gn!Reader

Summary: How the Bad Batch react to the reader on their period.

Hunter:

He would know that you’re on your period, but he wouldn’t be sure on what to do.

In the past you’ve had a consistent habit of pushing him away and burrowing yourself into the covers of your bunk. It was a strange behavior to him since you’re usually touchy or want to be touched.

He’s tried bringing you sweet things, but every time he would, you would push that away too and prefer to eat little to nothing at all. It concerned him and he so badly wanted to help you with what you were going through.

It wasn’t until you broke down that he took action and did whatever he could to help you.

He brought you water, lended you an extra blanket, or calmed you down with comforting words of affirmation.

“I’m sorry, Cyare. I’m sorry I can’t help you more.” He would say. “You’ll feel better soon, I promise you’ll feel better. Please let me help you.”

He would sit with you for a while, long after you calmed down and fallen asleep.

He still hasn’t figured out how to help you more, but he knows that he will always be by your side.

Wrecker:

Wrecker is an affectionate kind of guy, it’s just in his nature! So when you push him away one day, he is hurt and confused.

He would pout in a corner, watching you lay in your bunk, occasionally shifting uncomfortably and readjusting your pillow.

You eventually look behind and whisper that you’re on your period and that you just wanted to be left alone, but he could still sit beside you.

He would move closer, gently twirling a strand of hair in between his fingers.

He understands what a period is, he isn’t dumb. When he thought about it, he could remember past times where you would push away his affection, or refuse sweets he had bought after missions.

“How long does this last?” He stares at your face, watching it contort up in pain. You would tell him it lasted 3 to 7 days and he would gasp in surprise. “That’s a long time! How do you do it, Ad’ika?”

He would sit with you for while, chatting animatedly about whatever to distract you, his energy thriving. It would make you happy and forget all about the pain in your abdomen.

Tech:

Tech does not care much for physically touch to begin with, so you would not have any issues with getting him away.

He would talk your ear off though, staying facts about menstrual cycles and all the side effects.

It’s stuff you already knew and you would get annoyed quickly and tell him off. He wouldn’t get angry, outbursts and being emotional are side effects after all.

He would bring you pain meds and a heating pad to ease the pain. He would make sure you’re well fed hydrated and buy period products if you needed it. Tech has no shame, it would not bother him.

Eventually though, you would reach out to him, grasping his hand gently while he read up on a heated blanket on his data pad. You don’t like physical touch, it heats you up and makes you sticky, but sometimes you like to make an exception for Tech.

“I though you did not care for physical contact.” He’d state matter of factly. You’d shake your head and say just for a moment. “Whatever makes you feel best, Dearest.” He’d thread his fingers in your own and hold on tight.

Echo:

Right off the bat he would get your water and pain killers. Echo wastes no time in making sure you’re comfortable and ready for the long week ahead of you.

He gets you water and heating pads, making sure the ship is cool enough for you to lay under a blanket, but too cool that you’re freezing.

He would let you borrow his data pad so you could binge all your favorite shows and guard the door to make sure no one bothers you.

He would offer his physical touch just in case you needed it, but you would refuse saying his company is just what you needed.

He would linger awkwardly, thinking of anything else you might need. You would laugh and make him join you by your bedside. You would pat his head and the turn the data pad towards him so he can watch whatever drama you are into.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything sweet, Cyar’ika? I have some chocolate stashed somewhere.” You shook your head no and he sighs. “That’s right, it gives you stomach aches. Maybe something salty?”

He’d leave you once you’ve fallen asleep, preparing whatever else you might need once you wake up.

Crosshair:

Your moody self and Crosshairs moody self does not clash well when you’re on your period.

The minute you woke up on your first day of your period, you pushed him into the floor because of a hot flash. He’d curse and glare at you.

Crosshair already knew the procedure. He’d get you what you needed and then leave you as quickly as possible.

As much as the man loves you, he cannot stand you on your period. Don’t get him wrong, it’s not because he finds it gross or weird. He just isn’t used to you being so agitated and he’s worried he might snap at you and hurt your feelings.

He’ll wait for you to fall asleep before going to see you. He’ll fill up your glass of water, replace your heating pad, and make sure you didn’t have any accidents while you huddled underneath your blankets.

“So needy,” He’d mumbled under his breath. He’ll lean over and give you a long kiss on your lips, a whispered sentence passing his own. “Get well soon, love.”

You would have heard him, pretending to sleep because you knew of his little habit. You would smile once he leaves and wait for him to do it again on the days to come.

fights and hugs (crosshair's pov)

wildflower masterlist

relationship: twi'lek!jedi!reader x crosshair [gn, can be platonic or romantic]

summary: everyone thinks you're perfect but crosshair knows the truth - you're manipulative and annoying. so why does he get so protective when a creep harasses you?

word count: 1.8k

warnings: cross thinks kindness = emotional manipulation, jealousy, sexualization/verbal harassment, enslavement, creep gets punched, protective cross, clones not having rights/unfair justice system, separation anxiety, soft cross, he's like a feral cat that secretly wants to be a house cat

ryl translations: chi'kan- pervert, keela- darling

a/n: i think i wrote cross like wednesday addams lmao

Crosshair thinks you’re the most frustrating person he’s ever met. And he can’t even do anything about it. He might be a prickly bastard but he’s also a soldier and you’re his commanding officer. He can’t just pick a fight with you. Especially since you never take the fucking bait.

He gives you the bare minimum amount of respect required. He follows your orders on missions (they’re actually pretty smart but he’ll die before he admits that.) He calls you commander or sir. He doesn’t outright insult you. But he certainly doesn’t worship you like his brothers.

They think you’re an angel. What makes you so special? You make Wrecker laugh obnoxiously loud. You encourage Tech’s messy collecting hobby. You play with Hunter's hair until he’s purring like a tooka. It’s pathetic. You’re probably using jedi mind tricks on them. The truth is you’re a manipulative little shit and if it didn’t make Crosshair so angry he might be impressed.

What he really hates is that satisfied look on your face when he does what you want. Like when he plays a stupid dancing game just to prove to you that he can do it better than Wrecker. Or smiling at him proudly when he doesn’t shoot a reg.

Then you have the audacity to compliment him? Disgusting. So why does he crave it? Why does he get annoyed when you praise his brothers instead of him.

One day you give him a piece of dark fabric. “You wear it to block out light when you sleep,” you explain with a bright smile. The cool material is like his blacks but softer. He can’t help but run his fingers along it. He mutters a thanks and quickly leaves.

That night he uses the sleep mask and to his horror likes it. Now he’s in debt to you. But he doesn’t have any credits. Fucking great. Why do you have to make his life so difficult?

Luckily he finds a gift for you within the next few days. After a mission he notices a rock that got caught in an explosion. It’s been cracked in half, exposing the crystalized insides. Jedi like crystals right? He grabs it and drops it in his pack.

Of course you make a big fuss when he awkwardly gives it to you. You almost hug him but don’t, thank the force. He doesn’t feel dissapointed at all. You show the rock to his brothers proudly. His face burns when they send him questioning looks. “Easily impressed,” he scoffs dismissively. Although secretly he’s proud of himself.

He’s having a sleepless night on some forgettable outer rim planet when you knock on his cabin door. He knows it’s you because his brothers would have barged in. “Hey Crosshair, wanna get some snacks? I’m paying,” you offer. You shake a satchel draped across your body, making the credits inside clank together.

He wonders if Hunter (who’s currently on watch) put you up to this, why else would you seek out his company? It's obvious you prefer his brothers anyways. Not that he cares. The thought of you being coerced into this makes his hackles rise, he doesn't need your pity, but then he imagines telling Wrecker’s that you got him nat born food tomorrow. That will be entertaining. He sharply agrees and puts on his boots.

He glances down at his GAR issued loungewear. He doesn’t know if they’re appropriate for a nat born store or wherever you’re taking him but you’re wearing sleep clothes too so good enough. You're swaddled in an oversized robe to be exact. How childish. Not at all endearing

As you exit the ship your eyes reflect in the dark just like his. That’s another annoyance. Enhanced eyesight used to be his thing. You began humming a tune under your breath. Crosshair almost says something but the sound isn’t too horrible so he lets you continue.

Within a few minutes you're at the store. He's instantly overwhelmed by the bright lights and endless options, who needs so many flavors of the same thing? He doesn’t know what any of this is but he doesn’t want to admit that so he begins recon. He grabs a crinkly bag that appears to be some kind of a cracker to inspect it.

That’s when Crosshair notices a stumbling man leering at you. He’s caught off guard by the sudden flash of protective anger he feels. Why is he so concerned? If you can handle yourself on a battlefield, you can handle one pathetic human. Your body language is the opposite of your usual demanor when talking to civilians. You’re usually very open and engaging, easily forming a connection with them. Not now.

Crosshair has seen you face hoards of battle droids with a smile. He’s seen you meditate while being shot at. He’s seen you make fun of General Grievous while fending off four sabers. But now you look shaken. Your colorful skin has paled, eyes wide in a mix of shock and horror. You suddenly look so young and so frightened.

He's beside you in a second. He tries to ignore the relief in your eyes, the way you subtly lean closer to him. It makes his chest feel odd.

“You their master?”

He sneers. Does he look like a jedi master? You go completely rigid beside him. That catches the clone off guard. You know how to keep a straight face. You’re not only a stupidly brave fighter, you’re a damn good negotiator. What could have possibly upset – then it hits him. This man was referring to a different kind of master.

You quickly recover, slipping into an emotionless jedi facade you rarely use. Crosshair’s jaw clenches so hard his toothpick snaps in half. He spits the broken pieces towards the man’s feet. “I belong to no one. The galaxy is much bigger than your prejudices,” you state evenly but there’s a fire in your eyes. “My friend and I are leaving now.”

Then the creep, who’s either stupud or plain suicidal, scoffs angrily. “You think you’re better than me? Tail head whore.”

The sniper sees fucking red. How dare this piece of shit demean his jedi? His self sacrificing, too nice, pain in the ass jedi. Only Crosshair is allowed to make your life difficult. The way the stranger judges you reminds him of every kaminoan that looked down on his brothers and his free hand is swinging.

The drunk is sent staggering wildly. Before either man can recover your fingers wrap around the sniper's wrist to hold him in place as you bend down. “You want to go home and rethink your life choices," you instruct melodically, waving a hand in his face.

“I want to go home and rethink my life choices,” he repeats blankly.

You make quick work of charming the concerned worker, assuring that no police presence is necessary. Then you turn to the sniper and in that fake calm voice he hates suggests he get water for his chips. For once in his life he follows instructions without complaint, watching you closely as you pay for your snacks. Your moves are less graceful and much more droid-like than usual.

Once you get outside you shakily sigh. He holds back an eyeroll. He’s lived with Hunter long enough to know when he’s going to get scolded. “You shouldn’t have done that, Crosshair. I was about to mind trick him.”

He stares at the ground with a tight jaw. He doesn’t know why he defended you when you didn't need it. He saw a creep harassing the only nat born who’s ever been kind to him and he just snapped. He’s still angry, honestly. Why aren’t you? “He deserved it.”

“Perhaps. But clones don’t have rights, you can’t just go around assaulting civilians. Even if it’s self defense you’re going to be painted as the aggressor.”

But Crosshair is only half listening. He's more focused on your unsteady hands. “You're shaking."

“Are you even listening to me? This is serious.”

He suddenly seizes your free wrist, “so is this.”

You look like you want to argue for a moment then you slump in defeat. “I’m just… overwhelmed.”

Crosshair has experience with overwhelmed siblings. Hunter like space, Wrecker likes affection, Tech likes a listening ear. "What do you need?” He asks, surprisingly gentle.

This seems to be your boiling over point as you gesture wildly, swinging the bag in your hand. “I need sleep. I need to meditate. I need my master.” Your glowing eyes widen at your own outburst. The frustration morphs to sadness. “I guess I’m a little homesick. I thought spending time with you would be a good distraction but that chi’kan ruined it.”

This should be the point where he drops the subject. You already said what’s wrong and it’s not his responsibility to make you happy. But a voice that sounds suspiciously like Hunter points out that if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t leave him to suffer.

He thinks back to the cadet days, when it was just him and his brothers against the world. He remembers the overwhelming anger when a reg hurt one of them. He was never good at comforting, he was good at revenge. But he can’t fight your emotions. And he already punched the chi’kan (he’ll have to find out what that means later.)

There’s only one option left. Out of his brothers you remind him of Wrecker the most and Wrecker likes physical reassurance when he’s upset. He awkwardly opens his arms and bites the blaster bolt. “Do you want a hug?”

“... What?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

Then you’re flying against him. Crosshair almost falls into the grass as you smash your face into his neck, fists balling into his sleep shirt. You’re warm and solid and your touch isn’t completely revolting. He slowly relaxes as he winds a long arm around you.

Crosshair will never admit it but he can understand your separation anxiety. As the sniper it’s his job to watch his brother’s backs. The instinct to protect is so engraved in Crosshair he needs to be near his siblings or know where they are at all times. Maybe that’s why he defended you tonight. He’s starting to accept you as part of the squad.

“Blossom?” He mutters, thumb absently stroking your lower back.

“Yeah, Cross?”

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll shoot you.”

You snort against the crook of his neck. "Whatever you say, keela."

Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room. 

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor." 

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging. 

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed. 

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed? 

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?" 

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution. 

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind. 

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others. 

"Do you think the others are okay?" 

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything. 

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing. 

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him. 

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his. 

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you. 

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away. 

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie." 

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission. 

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine. 

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch. 

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get. 

"Something fun." 

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most. 

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder. 

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room. 

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad. 

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had. 

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.” 

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things. 

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?" 

"Why would I?" 

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad. 

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device. 

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something." 

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other. 

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours. 

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder. 

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head. 

His holo pad was squished between the two of you. 

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own. 

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed. 

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places." 

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you. 

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered. 

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode. 

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.” 

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing. 

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver. 

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold. 

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no. 

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another. 

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room. 

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things. 

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.” 

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead. 

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other. 

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you. 

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm. 

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep. 

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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fights and hugs (crosshair's pov)

wildflower masterlist

relationship: twi'lek!jedi!reader x crosshair [gn]

summary: everyone thinks you're perfect but crosshair knows the truth - you're manipulative and annoying. so why does he get so protective when a creep harasses you?

word count: 1.8k

warnings: can be platonic or romantic, cross thinks kindness = emotional manipulation, jealousy, sexualization/verbal harassment, enslavement, creep gets punched, protective cross, clones not having rights/unfair justice system, past bullying, mentioned nightmares/separation anxiety, soft cross, he's like a feral cat that secretly wants to be a house cat

ryl translations: chi'kan- pervert

a/n: i think i wrote cross like wednesday addams lmao

Crosshair thinks you’re the most frustrating person he’s ever met. And he can’t even do anything about it. He might be a prickly bastard but he’s also a soldier and you’re his commanding officer. He can’t just pick a fight with you. Especially since you never take the fucking bait.

He gives you the bare minimum amount of respect required. He follows your orders on missions (they’re actually pretty smart but he’ll die before he admits that.) He calls you commander or sir. He doesn’t outright insult you. But he certainly doesn’t worship you like his brothers.

They think you’re an angel. What makes you so special? You make Wrecker laugh obnoxiously loud. You encourage Tech’s messy collecting hobby. You play with Hunter's hair until he’s purring like a tooka. It’s pathetic. You’re probably using jedi mind tricks on them. The truth is you’re a manipulative little shit and if it didn’t make Crosshair so angry he might be impressed.

What he really hates is that satisfied look on your face when he does what you want. Like when he plays a stupid dancing game just to prove to you that he can do it better than Wrecker. Or smiling at him proudly when he doesn’t shoot a reg.

Then you have the audacity to compliment him? Disgusting. So why does he c no rave it? Why does he get annoyed when you praise his brothers instead of him.

One day you give him a piece of dark fabric. “It’s a sleep mask. You wear it to block out light when you sleep,” you explain with a bright smile. The cool material is like his blacks but softer. He can’t help but run his fingers along it. He mutters a thanks and quickly leaves.

That night he uses the sleep mask and to his horror likes it. Now he’s in debt to you. But he doesn’t have any credits. Fucking great. Why do you have to make his life so difficult?

Luckily he finds a gift for you within the next few days. After a mission he notices a rock that got caught in an explosion. It’s been cracked in half, exposing the crystalized insides. Jedi like crystals right? He grabs it and drops it in his pack.

Of course you make a big fuss when he awkwardly gives it to you. You almost hug him but don’t thank the force. He doesn’t feel dissapointed at all. You show the rock to his brothers proudly. His face burns when they send him questioning looks. “Easily impressed,” he scoffs dismissively. Although secretly he’s proud of himself.

He’s having a sleepless night on some forgettable outer rim planet when you knock on his cabin door. He knows it’s you because his brothers would have barged in. “Hey Crosshair, wanna get some snacks? I’m paying,” you offer. You shake a satchel draped across your body, making the credits inside clank together.

He wonders if Hunter (who’s currently on watch) put you up to this, why else would you seek out his company? It's obvious you prefer him anyways. Not that he cares. The thought makes his hackles rise but then he imagines telling Wrecker’s that you got him nat born food tomorrow. That will be entertaining. He sharply agrees and puts on his boots.

He glances down at his GAR issued loungewear. He doesn’t know if they’re appropriate for a nat born store or wherever you’re taking him but you’re wearing sleep clothes too so good enough. You're swaddled in an oversized robe to be exact. How childish. Not at all endearing

As you exit the ship your eyes reflect in the dark just like his. That’s another annoyance. Enhanced eyesight used to be his thing. You began humming a tune under your breath. Crosshair almost says something but the sound isn’t too horrible so he lets you continue.

Within a few minutes you're at the store. He's instantly overwhelmed by the bright lights and endless options, who needs so many flavors of the same thing? He doesn’t know what any of this is but he doesn’t want to admit that so he begins recon. He grabs a crinkly bag that appears to be some kind of a cracker to inspect it.

That’s when Crosshair notices a stumbling man leering at you. He’s caught off guard by the sudden flash of protective anger he feels. Why is he so concerned? If you can handle yourself on a battlefield, you can handle one pathetic human.

Your body language is the opposite of your usual demanor when talking to civilians. You’re usually very open and engaging, easily forming a connection with them. Not now.

Crosshair has seen you face hoards of battle droids with a smile. He’s seen you meditate while being shot at. He’s seen you make fun of General Grievous while fending off four sabers. But now you look shaken. Your colorful skin has paled, eyes wide in a mix of shock and horror. You suddenly look so young and so frightened.

He's beside you in a second. He tries to ignore the relief in your eyes, the way you subtly lean closer to him. It makes his chest feel odd.

“You their master?”

He sneers. Does he look like a jedi master? You go completely rigid beside him. That catches the clone off guard. You know how to keep a straight face. You’re not only a stupidly brave fighter, you’re a damn good negotiator. What could have possibly upset – then it hits him. This man was referring to a different kind of master.

You quickly recover, slipping into an emotionless jedi facade you rarely use. Crosshair’s jaw clenches so hard his toothpick snaps in half. He spits the broken pieces towards the man’s feet. “I belong to no one. The galaxy is much bigger than your prejudices,” you state evenly but there’s a fire in your eyes. “My friend and I are leaving now.”

Then the creep, who’s either stupud or plain suicidal, scoffs angrily. “You think you’re better than me? Tail head whore.”

The sniper sees fucking red. How dare this piece of shit demean his jedi? His self sacrificing, too nice, pain in the ass jedi. Only Crosshair is allowed to make your life difficult. The way the man judges you reminds him of every kaminoan that looked down on his brothers and his free hand is swinging.

The drunk man is sent staggering wildly. Before either man can recover your fingers wrap around the sniper's wrist to hold him in place as you bend down. “You want to go home and rethink your life choices," you instruct melodically, waving a hand in his face.

“I want to go home and rethink my life choices,” he repeats blankly.

You make quick work of charming the concerned worker, assuring that no police presence is necessary. Then you turn to the sniper and in that fake calm voice he hates suggests he get water for his chips. For once in his life he follows instructions without complaint, watching you closely as you pay for your snacks. Your moves are less graceful and more droid-like than usual.

Once you get outside you shakily sigh. He holds back an eyeroll. He’s lived with Hunter long enough to know when he’s going to get scolded. “You shouldn’t have done that, Crosshair. I was about to mind trick him.”

He stares at the ground with a tight jaw. He doesn’t know why he defended you when you didn't need it. He saw a creep harassing the only nat born who’s ever been kind to him and he just snapped. He’s still angry, honestly. Why aren’t you? “He deserved it.”

“Perhaps. But clones don’t have rights, you can’t just go around assaulting civilians. Even if it’s self defense you’re going to be painted as the aggressor.”

But he's more focused on your unsteady hands. “You're shaking."

“Are you even listening to me? This is serious.”

Crosshair suddenly seizes your free wrist, “so is this.”

You look like you want to argue for a moment then you slump in defeat. “I’m just… overwhelmed.”

Crosshair has experience with overwhelmed siblings. Hunter like space, Wrecker likes affection, Tech likes a listening ear. "What do you need?” He asks, surprisingly gentle.

This seems to be your boiling over point as you gesture wildly, swinging the bag in your hand. “I need sleep. I need to meditate. I need my master.” Your glowing eyes widen at your own outburst. The frustration morphs to sadness. “I guess I’m a little homesick. I thought spending time with you would be a good distraction but that chi’kan ruined it.”

This should be the point where he drops the subject. You already said what’s wrong and it’s not his responsibility to make you happy. But a voice that sounds suspiciously like Hunter points out that if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t leave him to suffer.

He thinks back to the cadet days, when it was just him and his brothers against the world. He remembers the overwhelming anger when a reg hurt one of them. He was never good at comforting, he was good at revenge. But he can’t fight your emotions. And he already punched the chi’kan (he’ll have to find out what that means later.)

There’s only one option left. Out of his brothers you remind him of Wrecker the most and Wrecker likes affection when he’s upset. He awkwardly opens his arms and bites the blaster bolt. “Do you want a hug?”

“...What?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

Then you’re flying against him. Crosshair almost falls into the grass as you smash your face into his neck, fists balling into his sleep shirt. You’re warm and solid and your touch isn’t completely revolting. He slowly relaxes as he winds a long arm around you.

Crosshair will never admit it but can understand your separation anxiety. As the sniper it’s his job to watch his brother’s backs. The instinct to protect is so engraved in Crosshair he needs to be near his siblings or know where they are at all times. Maybe that’s why he defended you tonight. He’s starting to accept you as part of the squad.

“Blossom?”

“Yeah, Cross?”

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll shoot you.”

Nightmares (Crosshair X reader)

This was based on the following request:

Hey I was wondering if I could have something nice and sweet with a soft crosshair×f reader....maybe she had a nightmare and had big anxiety so crosshair is trying to calm her down? Idk I love rough crosshair as much as soft crosshair lol!

This fic is for you anon and this may be slightly out of character for Crosshair but hey ho! Let's go!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5K

Crosshair had been secretly pining for you stay in his arms after your friends with benefits arrangement. Not that the sex wasn't incredible, it left him elated and exhausted in equal measure.

And yet, after every encounter, you would make excuses and leave. He didn't want to plea for you to stay, it wasn't in his nature. Pulling yourself away from. He would try to make you stay, by wrapping his arms tight around you. Every time he did this, he secretly hoped that you would melt into his arms and stay there the whole night. The two of you comforted by the feeling of the other in their arms. But you never did.

If we were being truthful, it began to irritate him after a while. It irked him to his core. How could he express that wanted more than the current arrangement, if you ran away after the astonishing sex? You'd perfected the motion of rutting into each other, of tongues dancing in a passion union. He tried becoming more affectionate during the sex, hoping you'd get the hint. Hoping you'd understand the things he couldn't say. He would brush his knuckles over your cheek gently, stare longingly into your eyes, slow the pace so he could play with your body more sensually, making everything gentler. He would hold you close, melting into you as he thrust into you.

But you couldn't stay.

Not because you didn't want to and not because you weren't sure if Crosshair wanted to stay. You knew now that he wanted you to stay. You didn't stay because you didn't want him to know about the nightmares. You had them every night and you didn't want to share that with the man you'd slowly fallen in love with.

So, pained, you left. After every delectable encounter. Even though he is trying to convince you to stay and the feeling of his arms around you want to cling to him through the night. Share the intimate space and feelings together.

But you couldn't stay.

Until one night, Crosshair had been on top of you, propped up on his elbows. This time he had to say it. He took the risk and pressed his forehead to yours. Slowly, he lowered his lips to yours, placing a gentle kiss upon them. It was a whisper of a kiss, so soft and light that you weren’t sure he had done it. It was different from the usual fire you felt when you were together. As he stared intently at you, now softening inside of you, he kept his face close to yours as whispered, “stay.”

“I can’t,” you said, and it was almost a plea. A please to not let him see that side of you. He kissed you again, this time it was firm and passionate. Then he whispered it again, “stay with me.” With those soft eyes staring at you with a burning desire, you could hardly say no. Even though you wanted to.

So, in that moment, you caved. Tonight, you’ll stay. Nodding your head, he smiled softly and rolled off of you, body pressed against the wall. You positioned yourselves so your head lay on his chest, his head resting atop yours. One of your hands entwined with his over his chest. You had to admit that you adored the sensation of being together.

You couldn’t help but fall asleep in the arms of this grumpy yet sweet and caring man. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. Crosshair was delighted, he tried to hide his smile and he rested his atop yours. It was the comfort and pleasure he had craved for a while and finally you were here, in his arms. He sighed softly, grasping you closer with the arm that was lazily grazing against your skin. It tickled but you found yourself comforted by the sensation.  You listened intently as his heart rate slowed and his fingers grazed slower and slower until you both drifted off to sleep.

You were in Palace of the Jedi. Your lightsaber was glowing a hazy blue in the darkness of the hall. You’d hidden yourself in an alcove. You’d heard it over and over again. Order 66: The assassination of all the Jedi. That included you. You took a deep brearh as you considered the quickest route out of the temple.

You began to sneak down the corridor, hoping you wouldn’t encounter any clones. You were not so lucky. A group of troopers spotted you and began firing. You countered their shots, carefully aiming them back but only to injure, not to kill. One by one they fell to the ground. There were two left and so you lurched yourself forward, sliding across the floor and slicing the legs of the clones.

You continued running, trying to escape. When you managed to get through the doorway, you noticed him. Anakin. Your dear friend who has slaughtered younglings. Your dear friend who had turned to the Dark Side. As you looked at him, anger in your eyes, he looked at you with an angered pain. Our Anakin was still in there.

“You will die here,” he sneered at you, “you are weak. You were always weak. You will not get in the way of my new Empire.” His lightsaber suddenly alight, he began to circle you like prey.

You woke with a start. As you always did. Bolting upright you began panting heavily, feeling trapped in the memory. Your lightsaber snapped into your hand as you called for it. Luckily, you only kept it in your hand and did not light it. Your breathing was out of control. He will find me again, he’ll kill me, these thoughts circuited out your brain. Nothing else was getting in.

Crosshair heard you call out to the friends you lost in your sleep. He heard you mention Order 66. Your yelling and cries had awoken him and he tried to hold you closer but your body was rigid in fear. He stroked your hair gently, hoping it would calm you.

When you sat up suddenly, Crosshair mimicked your action, gently placing his arm around your shoulder. He had moved the second you yelled out. He reached for the lightsaber in your hand, whispering gently in your ear, “your safe. Just breathe.”  As he repeated those words gently, eventually your grip on your lightsaber slacked and he placed it to one side.

He slowly guided you to sit at the edge of the bed, he crawled between your knees. The solid floor causing him to wince slightly at the contact. He knew that the upright position should help you. But his eyes were trained on you, your eyes were glazed over as if you were still dreaming, you were mumbling the word stop over and over. You began to rock back and forth slightly, suddenly clutching at your sides.

Crosshair placed your hands in his and asked you to breathe with him. In and out. In and out. In and out. You both repeated the breathing for a short while until you stopped shaking and rocking. Yet, your eyes remained trained on the floor unable to look at him. He removed one of his hands from yours and reached up to brush it against your cheek.

“Was it a nightmare about Order 66?” He asked and you nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He queried cautiously and slowly. His deep voice vibrating through his body. You shook your head rapidly. His fingers were now playing with your hair as he gently stroked the side of your face, over your ear where he tucked your hair. Whilst he was doing this, something clicked into place in his head,

“You never stayed before because of your nightmares.” This wasn’t a question. Just a mere statement that was breathed out as he looked at you. Your eyes finally met his, and yours began to fill with tears.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I always wanted to stay but I couldn’t let you see this. I’m sorry.” Crosshair’s heart lurched at your confession and tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I want to help you if you have nightmares.” Crosshair sighed softly, his hand landing on your shoulder, where he rubbed small, feather-like circles on your bare skin. “I care about you. I don’t want you to be alone, particularly when you’re hurting.”

“I care for you too, Crosshair.” You whispered softly.

"I knew my attempts to make you stay weren't that subtle." You couldn't help but giggle slightly and shortly at this.

"N-no, I picked up on those signals a long time ago." You retorted gently. He offered up a small smirk and brushed his knuckles of tear stained cheek once more. He reached up and placed a small kiss to your forehead.

Realising he had nothing further to say, Crosshair crawled back across the bed and lay on his back. You simply watched him as he did so. When he opened his arms for you, you crawled back to him, laying with your head on his chest.  You were still shaking a little, but you slowly calmed as he stroked your back gently. He was warm and comfortable but he had become stoic and calm to in equal measure. You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about and so you asked him what was on his mind. He dipped his head down to look at you and you were already looking up at him.

"I'm thinking about your nightmares. About Order 66." He said softly, still stroking your back. He was silent for a moment before he added, "no matter what comes our way, I'll always protect you."

"I know." You murmured into his chest as the heaviness of sleep began to wash over you. Eventually, you both fell back to sleep. There were no more nightmares that night.

You Had One Job.

Crosshair x F!Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Established Relationship, Dry/Rude Humor, Mentions of Blood

Summary: When Crosshair risked his life to send his brothers and wife a message, he expected them to heed his warnings. He should have known that his family never does things the way they're supposed to.

A/N: You know when you can never find a fanfic with your specific idea in mind so you write it yourself? That's what this is. This is purely self indulgent, and I'm not apologizing. Happy reading!

"Keep moving, traitor!" The trooper shouted from behind her, and pushed his blaster to her back for good measure.

"Wasn't planning on stopping, asshole." She mumbled to herself. The corridor was dark. The only real source of illumination was the blood-red ray shields containing what must have been hundreds of clone troopers. How could they do this to the men that fought for them so valiantly, not even a year prior? It disgusted her that the Empire was willing to treat its own soldiers this way.

"Stop here." One of the troopers finally barked. She stopped and turned towards the ray shield, but the cell was different than the others. It looked almost like an office. In the center of the room, a man leaned on the desk with a pleased smirk on his face. As the ray shield lifted and she was shoved in the room, she analyzed his face. He had a chiseled jawline, cold blue eyes, and slicked back hair as dark as his aura.

"Ah, the legendary Mrs. (Y/N) (L/N). How wonderful to finally meet you." He smiled. His voice was just as eerily calm as the look in his eyes. She couldn't quite place his intentions.

"Dr. Hemlock, I presume?" She asked.

He let out a slight chuckle. "I am surprised you know that. Very few do."

"Wasn't easy to find out. I actually came here to kill you, but your troopers here took my weapons." The doctor circled her menacingly, as if he was analyzing her.

Hemlock released the handcuffs strangling her wrists and motioned for her to sit. "I'm sorry they ruined your plans. But you and I both know you don't need a weapon to kill me. You could do it right now if you wanted to." As she sat tentatively, he sat on the chair opposite her side of the desk. "And it's getting ever more tempting by the moment, I bet." He teased. She forced herself to appear relaxed, but something about this man felt off.

"I have more self-restraint than that, Doctor."

"Clearly you don't have as much as you think."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Gladly." Hemlock placed a recorder before her and pressed the button.

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Hemlock let the transmission play a few times, allowing her husbands plea to mock her. He took pleasure in the way she became visibly uncomfortable at the sound of her husbands voice.

"I understand. It must have been hard when he abandoned you." If looks could kill, Hemlock would have been slowly crushed under the weight of a tank.

"You don't know him." She hissed. He nodded his head regretfully.

"Correct. Which is what I'm hoping you can help me with." Hemlock stood behind her and bent down so he spoke directly into her ear. "How do I get him to talk?"

"Did you try saying 'please'?" She said sarcastically.

The doctor released a heavy sigh and stood tall again. "I like you, Mrs. (L/N). You're quite funny. But humor and a pretty face will not help you here."

Despite the threat behind his words, she couldn't help but snort. "You really think I'm pretty?" This time, the Doctor did not laugh. He turned to face her again and grabbed her chin, harshly forcing her to look at him.

"Not for long." He said calmly. As he drew his hand away, the woman saw an opportunity. As hard as she could, she bit the Doctor's finger and refused to let go. His yelp of pain alerted the troopers standing guard outside the room. It took both of them to pull her teeth from his finger.

As Hemlock cradled his bleeding hand, she spat his blood and skin from her mouth with a red-stained grin. "Go fuck yourself, Doctor." The last thing she remembered was a harsh force to the back of her head, and falling to the ground.

-

Growing up, Crosshair believed there were two kinds of soldiers: brave, or stupid. Then he met his wife and learned there was a third option: ballsy. He never considered himself one to shy away from a fight, but he'd never met a woman as daring as her. That was once a trait he admired. Hell, it may even be the one that made him fall in love with her. But now, as he watched his wife's unconscious body be thrown into his prison cell, covered in the blood of a fight she undoubtedly started, he wished dearly that she was a coward.

He forced himself to stay seated on the ground until the troopers left. The moment the ray-shield reactivated, he crawled to her awakening body and held her close.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" He cradled her head in his lap like she was made of glass and delicately brushed her tangled hair from her face. "Wake up, you di'kuit!" He inspected the blood seeping from her mouth, and couldn't help the proud feeling was over him as he realized it wasn't hers.

"Crosshair?" She croaked weakly. She felt like she was dreaming. After a year of being away from him, she finally lay cradled in his arms.

Upon hearing her voice, He helped her sit up and began inspecting her body for injuries. "Are you hurt?" He asked. She had never heard him speak with such concern. Sure, he'd been worried for her before. That was only natural in their line of work. But this wasn't worry. This was genuine fear.

"I'm okay," she assured him. "I'm okay." Her words calmed him. However, as his adrenaline wore off, the realization set in

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He whispered loudly.

Well at least now she could be sure it wasn't a dream. That was definitely her Cross.

Like a child, she swatted his hands away from her face and pouted. “I was trying to save you!”

He looked around the cell, and back at her. “Well, you've done a great job, mesh’la.” He leaned back from his squatting position and sat against the wall opposite her. They stared at each other in tense silence for a moment. "You turned yourself in?"

"Please, you think these new 'stormtroopers' could bring me in by themselves?" His face expressed that he was clearly not pleased with his lovers actions.

"Could you explain to me how 'plan 88' translates to 'turn yourself in to the empire'?" He deadpanned.

She snorts. "Oh please, a warning is just a dangerous challenge."

Her carelessness did little to relieve his frustration. "Dammit, (Y/N) you had one job!" He snapped. Feeling his anger begin to take over, he took a deep breath and pinched the top of his nose. "I told you to run."

"And I told you to stay, so I guess know we're even." She rebutted bitterly. She didn't mean to say it, but the way that he reprimanded her like a child enraged her.

Her spiteful response surprised him. He went silent in shame. He never meant for any of this to happen. He wanted so desperately to go back in time. To stand in front of her on that Kaminoan platform one more time and hold her close. To tell her that he would never leave her side again. But unlike his lover, time was not so forgiving. "I'm sorry." He whispered so quietly she barely heard him.

She regretted her words as soon as she saw him shrink like a wounded dog. With a sigh, she scooted across the room until she was sitting next to him. "I really missed you." She said quietly. He looked up at her beautiful warm eyes with his own and practically melted. She cautiously rested her head on his shoulders and relished in the familiar feeling. For the first time a very long time, he allowed a tear to fall from his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look down at her. Instead he opted to stare at the ceiling in hopes that gravity would keep his tears at bay. He didn't deserve this. Her forgiveness. He hurt her badly, and somehow she was able to act like nothing had happened. Why was she so good to him? Hesitantly, he leaned into her warmth and placed his hand over hers. When she didn't recoil, he felt a wave of emotions overcome him.

"I'm so sorry." He said quietly. "You deserve better."

She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled up at him. "You are better." She responded.

He was sure he had never been more in love with her.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

Instead of responding, she gently held his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. It wasn't like their kisses used to be - passionate and hungry. This time, his lips slowly and tenderly molded into hers with nothing but pure love. With every second that went on, his body and mind relaxed more and more. He could taste the dried blood from her mouth, but even that didn't bother him.

Suddenly, a familiar imperial alarm began sounding off, followed by emergency lights flashing. The desire in his eyes faded, and confusion took it's place. His wife, however, looked completely unfazed.

"What did you do?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Remember that digestible tracker Tech was always working on?"

"Please tell me you didn't swallow a tracker."

"He made it meiloorun flavored!" She smiled.

As if on cue, the ray shield to their cell disappeared. "They boys are right on schedule." She stood and offered him a hand to do the same. While he struggled to regain his balance, her grip on his hand remained. "Welcome back to Clone Force 99, my love."

He gawked in amazement at his wife. This woman had been tortured, abandoned, betrayed and humiliated by him. And yet here she stood, after breaking into a top secret imperial base, with her hand extended and a still-bloody smile on her face. (Where that blood came from, he still wasn't sure.) If he could marry her twice he would. "Fuck, I love you so much." He exhaled as he wrapped himself in her embrace and felt relief for the first time in a long time.

i just want to see them all together and happy again

HOLY NURF NUGGETS!!! IM CRY LAUGHING MYSELF TO DEATH WITH THIS!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

POV: The Bad Batch finding Cid after S3

I saw a reel of this idea on Instagram, and this concept couldn't leave my head for days 😭 // I'm also so sad I didn't post this on May the 4th, so it'll have to be Revenge of the 6th hehe

Sierramist at it again with their wonderful writing!

Crosshair x s/o reader

Part 2 of current series

Sereno: It's been a week since you have been shrunk ,and your trying to relax with your lover.

Your sitting on your lovers pillow on his bunk and just lying down trying to relax after this frantic week that you have had. From Crosshair trying to tell Tech not to go too far with the experiments trying to get you back to normal. All the way trying to get used to being this size. Overall it was the hardest for you to get used to your lover being 100x your size.

Crosshair is in the cot room playing sabacc with Hunter and Wrecker in the cockpit playing sabacc. When suddenly out of Crosshair hears Tech yell over to brace themselves or something like because he's going to have to fly through an asteroid belt. Not thinking much of it Crosshair goes back to his game of sabacc with the others.

Y/n can hear tidbits of the conversation from your spot, but you freeze when you hear Crosshair say, " they are so damn annoying being so tiny". You feel your pang in your heart knowing that that's what your lover thought of you.

Crosshair soon finishes his game of sabacc. He gets up and leaves the cockpit headed to his quarters where you are. Once he arrives he sees you on his pillow sobbing.

You see your boyfriend Crosshair come in and you freeze, not wanting him to see you cry like this. Though all a sudden to your suprise he picks you up and holds you against his chest. You hear your lover Crosshair say in a soft voice that's only reserved for you,"what's wrong kitten?". You freeze and say through tears, " I'm sorry that I'm so annoying being this small."

Crosshair felt awful that his lover y/n was crying because of him. He says in a soft voice, "I wasn't talking about your physical size I was talk about all the size jokes you have been making about me lately." Crosshair then leans down and kisses your head once you've calmed down. The two of your stay cuddled up together for the rest of the night.

My rexwalker moment came

because I can~

Never caught it but in Clone Cadets, Hevy goes “we’re nothing but the Bad batch, the failures.” Probably doesn’t mean anything back then but just thought to point it out.

ATTENTION

I'm redesigning Nova. Her appearence is basically the same except some small changes. So expect some new Nova art. And because I'm indecisive, this may not be her final form.

Writing of a small one shot with Nova when the Bad Batch ends

Hunter and Nova watched as Omegas ship soared off into the distance. It hurt, seeing her go. But after all, she was ready. Hunter got up off the rock he was sitting on and started to turn off the lamps, Nova following after him.

On the way back to Wrecker and Crosshair, a question piqued Hunter's mind. "So Nova, whats on the plan for you?" he asked. Nova stopped walking. "Well...I don't exactly know but, its not here." Hunter raised his eyebrows before walking again.

Soon enough, they were back at the house the four of them shared. Hunter and Nova walked in. Wrecker sat in the main room, while Crosshair sat at the table. "Hey guys!" Wreckers voice still seemed like it shook the walls, even in his old age. Crosshair looked over. "So I assume she's off then?" He asked. Nova nodded. "Yeah."

"Good for her." Crosshair said. He got up and walked over to Nova. Crosshair set his hand on her shoulder. "So what are you gonna do?"

"Well, I can't stay here. I've been talking with Cal. Apparently he's been busy diverting Imperial forces for the Rebellion." Nova explained. Wreckers eyes went wide. "So you're saying that-" Crosshair finished "You're going to be a diversion." Nova nodded. Crosshair looked at her, his eyes filling with tears slowly.

"Don't worry, I'll be ok." She put a hand on his cheek. "I'll always come back for you, cyar'ika." Nova slowly embraced her husband.

After a few minutes, Nova let go and turned to Hunter and Wrecker. "Thank you, for everything." Slowly she started out the door, then she stopped. She suddenly ran back and hugged the three clones. "I love you guys.." she whispered. Then she let go.

"If you ever need us, we'll be there." Hunter said. Nova nodded before walking out. She headed up to upper Pabu, where the Mantiss waited for her, and outside of it stood Cal Kestis. "You ready?" he asked.

Nova looked back at Pabu. "Yeah."

She and Cal got on the ship and took off. Nova watched as the planet disappeared from view and the ship launched into hyperspace.

"So, where to now?"

BB S3 EP 15 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Omega releasing the Zillo Beast?!

Honestly Emerie slayed this episode.

Wrecker no!

CROSSHAIR HAS NO HAND NOW WTF!?

Yeah! The clones are amazing!

Hemlock deserved to die.

THE HUG! 🥹

They're safe on pabu now!

Old Omega??

Older Hunter!?

Happy Bad Batch Eve.

The final episode is tomorrow and I juast want to say that this show has changed me. Even if we get no new episodes after tomorrow, this show will stay with me forever. Lets all hope for the best for our boys.

BB S3 EP 13 SPOILERS

So when the Bad Batch strip their armor Echo makes the comment that they still won't blend in. Sure Wrecker, Echo, and Hunter won't, but Crosshair will.

Crosshairs armor is the only set thats fully intact, his armor is the only one that is fully stripped. He knows what its like in the empire. The others don't.

Also I think the stripping of the armor is the stripping of their past identities. (Mostly for Crosshair because he was the only one who had the 99 on his armor)

Bad Batch spoilers

Why the fuck did we get Rampart with a beard, but not Crosshair with one?

Star Wars, you have some explaning to do.

BBS3 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

So Bad Batch s3 ep 10 was interesting. I think Emerie is now realizing that what she is doing is wrong, because it involves children. We already know that Emerie has a soft spot for kids, which started with Omega. My theory is that Emerie is gonna escape with Omega and join the batch to save the clones and those kids.

Another theory is that she's gonna take off her glasses. The glasses are red so if she does take them off. It may symbolize her not looking at the world through rose colored glasses.

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CROSSHAIR ART!!