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[nahoney22]

Remember when Commander Cody returned Obi-Wan’s lightsaber? ❤️ How would the Bad Batch return Jedi!Reader’s saber? Either before or after being in a relationship? Or while they had feelings for eachother? 🤩

Lost Something?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the requests asks 😚

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warnings: none, fluff. Play fighting. One established relationship, the others not.

A/N this was cute, I hope I hit the brief

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo

Although relationships with clones as a Jedi was forbidden, you could not help but develop immense feelings for a certain Arc Trooper. With eyes so kind and a heart so pure, it was hard not to fall for him which is quite literally what just happened.

During a battle stimulation, you made the mistake of wanting to take out the canons from above when you managed to slip and despite your best efforts tumble from above. Luckily for you however, a certain somebody had been covering your back and had no problem standing below you and physically catching you before you could injur yourself.

“Knew I could always count on you, Trooper.” You grin, tone loud over all the blaster fire before you jump out his arms and get back into the action.

He’s watching you in astonishment but as he steps forward and his foot judges soemthing, he looks down to see your lightsaber. He can not let your Master see the error that you made.

When the training was over, barely with time to spare you’re looking round all the destroyed targets in the hopes to see that familiar metallic hilt.

“Kriff, where is it?” You groan, knowing your Master will kill you for losing soemthing so valuable.

“General.” A voice breaks your thoughts and you see Echo stride towards you, removing his helmet and holding it by his hip.

You try to stop the feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks as his eyes gaze into your own bit it was seemingly impossible at this rate. “Hello Echo. Everything alright?”

He smirks a little before presenting you with your briefly lost weapon and you sigh in relief. “Thought you may have lost something.” He teased, handing it over and watching you attach it to your holster.

“You’re a life saver, Master would not be impressed if I lost this.” You shake your head at your own careless behaviour but nonetheless relieved that it was back in your arms. “Say, are you going to 79’s tonight?”

The question throws him a little and he’s suddenly unsure if it was a plan he already had in mind but shook his head anyway. “I’m not sure, why?”

Your hands are now kept behind your back, hiding your twiddling thumbs. “Oh I was just wondering. Thought I’d pop down to see how my boys are doing. Sometimes just mediating in my room can be a little dull.” You’re rambling a little and flirting certainly was not your forte. You just hope he got the hint that you wouldn’t mind seeing a certain someone there.

He chuckles and shifts his position only slightly, a little warm under his collar all of the sudden. “I-I’m sure I can make time to come down. It would be a pleasure to see you there General.” He beams, warmth heating his cheeks.

Before you could even process what you were saying, the words ‘it’s a date’ leaves your lips which has you scuttling away quickly but still, you knew he’d come.

Hunter

Dating Hunter was a dream. Although it could only happen when the Republic fell, you somewhat found it bitter sweet that it took all that to you and Hunter to finally admit your feelings.

“What’s on your mind?”

Lazing in the cockpit, Hunter could sense something was bothering you once you walked in and took a seat. Sweat was glistening to your skin and heart beating so fast it nearly burst his eardrums.

Shoulders slumped, you tilt your head back but look in his direction. “I can’t find my sabre.”

His eyes widened a little, knowing how important that weapon was to you. You had never misplaced it and the last time he saw you use it was two rotations ago on a mission which was quite a heavy one. “Have you searched everywhere? Under the bunks? Refresher? … Under Omega’s pillow?”

You let out a short chuckle at the last suggestion, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time Omega had took a keen interest in the lightsaber. “Yeah, I checked everywhere. I just don’t understand how I could’ve lost it. I know I didn’t lose it when we did that mission.” You sigh, leaning forward now with your arms slumped over your knees. “Unless it fell off my holster but I doubt it.”

Hunter senses your worry, getting the feeling that you would think yourself useless without your gear which has never been the case. He stands and moves to kneel on the floor in front of you, hands resting on your thighs. “Use the Force mesh’la, it has helped you before to find things now try again.”

You give him a wry smile. “Hunter, last time I did that was to find you and the others.”

“And it worked didn’t it?” He pointed out, working a smile. “Come on.”

You watch him close his eyes and you subtly roll your own but if it makes him feel better… you rest your forehead to his, eyes falling closed and let the Force speak to you.

There’s a moment of sweet silence until you let out a loud gasp, eyes shooting wide open and you stand abruptly almost knocking Hunter onto his rear. “I know where it is!”

The Clone chuckles, happy that his plan worked and stands up too, watching you run to the back of the ship and returning only moments later with of course - your sabre. “And where was that?” He folds his arms, raising an amused brow.

Sheepishly, you twirl it around in your hands and give a shy grin. “I may have put it in one of the cargo boxes by mistake.”

He steps to you and leans in, kissing your forehead which soon leads down to your cheek and then your lips. “My silly cyare.”

Wrecker

“Lost something little one?”

The voice of Wrecker made you turn instantly, seeing a mischievous glance on his face but little did he know that you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Hand it over big boy.” You tease, turning fully to face him in the open field the two of you decided to go for a walk in.

A blush rises in his cheeks at the nickname, helplessly smitten by both your personality and looks. But, he simply can’t help but be a little naughty around you. And now he can since the others weren’t about to tease you both about your constant flirting. One of these days maybe one of you two will step up and admit this lingering-in-the-air feelings.

“If ya want it,” he gets into a position that you know you’re going to have run after him so you too prepare yourself, “come and get it!”

He runs, fast. But you’re a lot faster. In only a matter of seconds you’ve caught up to him, jumping onto his back and swiping your arms around his front to grab your sabre that was now in his long and outstretched hands. “Ha! Nice try!”

You grunt as you struggle to get it and although you could easily use the Force, why not have a little fun while you’re at it?

A shriek escapes you as a strong hand grasps at your leg and physically yanks you away from his back as he holds you outwards. Kriff, his strength was not a joke. But, you were determined and swung from left to right, starting with a stray, before you are able to grab his shoulder and pluck your leg free as you clambered up the front of him.

He’s taken aback, stilling as your legs wrap around his waist as he climbed him like the mountain of muscle he was. “Now hand it over.”

Never had Wrecker felt both so intimated yet happy at the same time. You were literally in his arms, something he had dreamed about forever (or the six months he has known you) and your lips so close to his face seemed very inviting.

He’s distracted, clearly a little flustered to put up a fight and since you had swiped the sabre from his grasp in a blink of an eye, he did not even budge. Had you broken him?

“Wrecker, honey?” You prompt him, tapping his scarred cheek lightly with the hilt to your weapon.

“Marry me.”

“What?!”

“Uh-.”

Tech

Blaster fire shot over your head, you’re ducking and weaving through trees as an ambush of raiders try to stop you and your team from infiltrating an enemy base when you lose your lightsaber.

The second it leaves your holster you’re well aware yet your odds were slim in retrieving it. That was until Tech, you’re smart and courageous friend had turned back and ran straight to retrieve.

“Tech! Leave it!” You skid to a halt, shouting over the blaster fire towards your teammate who had ducked and weaves through everything that got in his way until your sabre is swiped up into his grasp.

“Weapon located. I’m on my way back.” He speaks over the comm and you’re wide-eyed in complete horror yet surprise that he would do something so foolish yet kind for you.

Once both of you are out of harms way, catching your breath backs once yoh mount the Marauder Tech walks to you, hand extended with your beloved sabre.

“Tech.” You said his name breathlessly, shaking your head at him. “Why would you do that? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“Yes my survival rate was slim yet I am aware of how important it is for a Jedi to have a weapon.”

All you could do is blink at him, slowly taking the lightsaber from his grasp and placing it down beside you. “Sure, it means a lot but your life means a lot more to me.” You speak softly, watching the tips of his ears turn a small shade of pink at your admission.

“I am just an expendable being”

“And this is just a piece of metal.” You interject, making him realise that his first comment was silly. “Like I said, you mean more to me than this. But I thank you.” Standing, you crossed the threshold and lean towards him until your lips press against his cheek. His breath staggers and his knees almost give way at the surprising gesture.

When you pull back and gauge his reaction, you felt a little bashful yourself. Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did with you. “Don’t do something like that again, okay?” Your voice was barley a whisper and for a second, you thought Tech had leaned in to kiss you back but his eyes swiftly closed, he cleared his throat, and nodded.

“Agreed.”

Crosshair

As you and Clone Force 99 walk towards Generals Windu and Kenobi, as well as your Master, your stomach was in your mouth.

You searching your mind, reeling back all the events of the mission that you just completed and tried to place where you had put your lightsaber. Or worse, lost.

You had scoured the whole ship, searching every crook and nanny and honestly, you were to proud to ask the others if they had seen it. And after receiving a few odd looks and questions, you gave up your search.

“General, I trust the mission went to plan?” Mace speaks up once he stops a few steps ahead of you.

“Yes, the separatist base has been breached and secured. I doubt we will see much of them around this area anymore.” You nod with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your Master looks to you, raising a subtle brow. “Are you well? You seem distant in your thoughts?” Despite you being a Jedi Knight now, your Master was well adverse in sensing your troubles which you had tried so hard to keep at bay. But, there was no chance you were going to tell them you lost your weapon.

“Do I? Weird. No, I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.” You reply as casually as you can and allowed the others to converse amongst each other as you stand to the side and prepare to say your farewells.

You had worked with Clone Force 99 four times now and each time you thoroughly enjoyed it. They’re chaotic, different but funny in there own way. But as you look to them, you frown to see one in particular is missing. Where’s Crosshair?

As if reading your thoughts, Hunter comes over. “Crosshair said he would catch up, wanted to stay on the ship for a moment.” His words made you frown.

“Did he say why?” The Clone shakes his head in reply. You knew of his senses, but did he sense your nerves? The way your heart dropped a little in disappointment to not see your Snarky Sniper? Admittedly it took a while for him to warm up to you, both as stubborn as the other but you grew fond of his presence as he did yours. Now you feared you wouldn’t see him again for a long while.

As you’re nearing your goodbyes, you stand beside Kenobi and look to the majority of the Clones as your Master commends them for their help and how medals will be coming their way.

But in the corner of your eye, a tall, slime and grey haired figure comes into view and stands beside Wrecker as if he was always there. You stay silent, not wanting to interrupt their praises when your eyes locked. There was subtle movement by his hands and you look down towards them and your heart swells to see him waving your unignited lightsaber. Eyes wide, you look at his face to see him smirk and every so carefully mouthed, ‘lost something?’.

Mouthing him back a small thanks, you waited until your fellow Jedi made their leave before taking a step towards them and more importantly to Crosshair. “I don’t know how to thank you… where was it?”

“Doesn’t matter. You have it now.” He hands it over once his brothers walk away.

“Did you know I lost it?”

He nods, folding his arms over his body. “Knew something wasn’t right when you were turning out ship upside down and inside out. Gathered you must’ve lost something awfully important.” He says pointedly, a little smug at his act of heroism.

You hum in amusement and made sure it was securely locked onto your belt. “Well, thank you again Crosshair. You’re a fine solider and man.”

For a second he shifts, not so used to being complimented on him as a person and not a solider but nods in appreciation. “I trust we may be serving alongside another again?”

“I hope so. May the force be with you, Crosshair.”

Never had so few words meant so much to him in those moments. His heart that was usually empty felt full and pride was shooting through his veins and a blush crept up his next.

“And with you, my General.”

He wanted more than anything to fight by your side once more.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[zoeykallus]

Hunter/Tech/Echo/Crosshair x Pregnant Reader + Toddler HC's

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What I want to get into in these HC's is how do our favorite clones act while "we" are pregnant, what is the first time like with the kids, as babies and toddlers? Be warned, there is fluff but there is also hurt and tension in this aswell as comfort. I didn't see any point in making up all fluffy, it's jut not how I see this in my head.

I maybe will do this with Wrecker and some other clones too, we'll see.

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Hunter: You can't hide from him that you're pregnant, so don't even try. He immediately smells the change in your hormone levels and asks you nosy questions until you give in and tell him what's going on. Or, of course, you tell him directly. He will be happy, very happy, he is made to be a Dad and he knows it, at least since Omega came into his life.

Hunter will take care of you as best he can, he won't be afraid to ask for advice or maybe even to ask Tech to get him some reading material, so he can help you in the best possible way and ease your circumstances. It's less fun when you get cravings, because he'll be meticulous about what you eat to make sure you and the baby get only good and healthy things. So when you get cravings for fast food or something like that, you have to somehow get rid of him for a little while first. And don't let him catch you trying too hard, especially when the baby bump is starting to show, from that point on you're a raw egg.

In the first days and weeks after birth, he is the proudest guy in the universe. He tells everyone he meets whether asked or not, that he recently became a father, absolutely EVERYONE. And his love for his child underlines everything he says and does about the baby.

Changing diapers Hunter rarely does, you can't blame him, his senses make it hard for him, he perceives unpleasant smells much more intensely, yet he does his best and relieves you of as much as he can for it in other areas. He loves to feed the little one, to rock it to sleep and to bathe the baby. However, the little one cries a lot, for a long time you are helpless and tired almost to the point of despair, until Tech suggests that your child might have inherited Hunter's senses and the sensory influences are just too much for the little one. The first months are very exhausting, but together you are an unbeatable, even if tired team.

Toddler: Physically the child develops quite fast, motor skills are developed early and you always have to keep a watchful eye, also a thing that Hunter has passed on with his genes. The toddler is shy and rather reserved, just because of the heightened senses it prefers a certain quiet. Favorite uncle is Crosshair, the rather quiet sniper is the child's favorite babysitter, he doesn't talk much but is attentive and provides security without making the child feel crowded. Hunter starts early teaching the little one how to best use heightened senses, protect himself and use that heritage wisely. He is a patient, loving father and always willing to learn.

Tech: "Oh," is the first thing you hear from him as you deliver the news. It takes him a little while to collect himself and finally a smile appears on his face, "A baby? We made a baby?"

Tech already knows a lot of things anyway but he plunges into even more information to really find out everything. He makes himself nervous by doing this, because he reads about a lot of things that could happen to you during pregnancy. He is hyper vigilant, accompanying you to every doctor's visit and putting together a nutrition plan for you. If you have cravings, he still can't deny you anything, he wants you to be happy so he gets you everything you want.

Just before and after the birth you don't have to worry about anything, Tech does EVERYTHING. He suffered with you when the baby was born, no information in the universe could have prepared him for that, shocked to the bone and worried every millisecond he might lose you, he held your hand and allowed you to almost break his fingers when the contractions hit you, and he wants you to rest.

He is a proud, very caring father. He has always been a busy workhorse but as long as the child is so young, he will prefer to be with you and the little one to take care of you instead of tinkering with his projects.

The toddler speaks very early, shows tendencies to a particularly high intelligence very early, something that makes Tech happy beyond measure, a pretty child that looks like you, has your kind-hearted nature, but his intellect. As soon as it can speak, it pesters its father with questions, MANY questions. Tech is only too happy to answer them, but you need to have a conversation about what the child should already know and what not....

Echo: Is completely overwhelmed at the first moment. "Father, me?! How could this happen... oh, yeah, sorry, of course I know how this happened".

He is super nervous but once he realizes his behavior makes you sad, he finally catches himself. He is looking forward to having a family with you, his first reaction was just automatic fear of not being enough.

He takes loving care of you, bringing you your favorite snacks from the road, little pretty things to make you happy and as compensation when he couldn't be with you because of work. Echo tries to free up as much time as possible for you, he wants to support you and be with you when you need him.

During the birth he collapses in the delivery room, he was exhausted just before, organizing everything, then the warmth of the delivery room plus the already existing excitement and his system collapses. He cries when he holds his child in his arms for the first time, something he never thought possible, a family of his own, a child.

The baby is loved and cared for, Echo, contrary to his expectations, is completely absorbed in being a caring father. He changes diapers, he feeds, he bathes, he even sings the little one to sleep. His heart overflows with love and joy. But don't let the baby cough - PANIC. You've been to the doctor more often than the rest of the universe.

As a toddler, Echo takes your child with him more often when he is on harmless missions. All batch members are uncles and the little one is protected and loved from all sides.

Crosshair: He just stares at you when you tell him you are pregnant. He can't handle it at all and you should be prepared for that. He didn't want kids and he told you that from the beginning, but now it's happened. He is acting distant. Crosshair doesn't blame you, he knows it takes two to tango and he has as much responsibility in this as you do, he won't run away but joy looks different. This is a bitter pill.

He hasn't touched you for a long time, has generally kept his distance, of course you are depressed and many a night you have cried yourself to sleep, feeling lonely and suddenly very anxious about becoming a mother.

But one night, as you are getting changed for bed, he happens to come in and there you both are, frozen in your movement, he sees the beginnings of the baby bump and something happens to him. He blinks, his hard, usually stern expression softens. Crosshair steps closer to you, his hand, his long fingers, gently rest on your belly. You can't help it, you start to cry, the hormones, the fear and the relief as he finally approaches you again open the dams. He presses you against him and whispers "I'm sorry that I left you alone". He realizes that you must be afraid and he regrets how he has behaved up to this point. He is suddenly much more quick to be jealous and also much more protective, almost too protective.

Crosshair cares for you, more than usual, but still don't expect him to overcare, it's just not in his nature. In the first few months you are already happy when he holds the child, he is desperately trying to feel a bond, but it is hard for him. However, as the child gets older and he can play the first games with him, he finally thaws out, he pays attention, takes care, makes food for the child and loves to play with the little one. When you come into the nursery to get your child ready for bed, you hear them both say in unison, "Five more minutes!"

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[zoeykallus]

Bad Batch (+ Rex) x Drunk Reader HC's

x GN Reader

Warnings: 18 + (This is about alcohol after all)

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Author's Comment:

My last drunken state was quite a while ago (years I think), but I still just thought about it and wondered what if. So these HC's concern a drunk reader and some of our favorite clones and how they would handle it, in my personal estimation anyway. On that note, a word of warning, NEVER drink alcohol in an unsafe environment! NEVER drink alcohol when you are surrounded only by strangers or people you can't trust! Alcohol dulls the senses, slows reaction time and often negatively affects the decisions you make! Do not drink and drive! Basically, alcohol is harmful to health! Something not so fluffy, but funnily enough, quite sobering under the cut.

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Hunter: His first reaction is "Oh Crap" of course he is the first to notice that something is wrong with you, he smells the alcohol and what it does to your body. You can rely on him to make sure you get home safely, that no one else takes you home and that you sleep it off later.

However, he will reject you if you come on to him in this state or become insinuating. He can hardly stand the smell you have on you due to excessive consumption and would feel uncomfortable if he exploited this condition in any way. He will turn you down rigorously, at least as long as you are in this state. Being drunk is not at all sexy to him.

He will probably stay with you until you wake up again, among other things, of course, to make sure that everything is okay. He doesn't like it, but he gets it, sometimes you have to blow off steam, he's not judging you.

Echo: Feels overwhelmed as you may be much more hyper and active than usual, or maybe the opposite, both scenarios are uncomfortable for him as you are no longer the cyare he actually knows and loves at the moment.

He gets very quiet, but keeps a very close eye on you. He makes sure that you don't drink any more, that no one tries to take advantage of your condition and of course brings you home safely.

You will get a reproachful look from him the next day, he will tell you how strange you were in the drunken state and that he was very displeased and ask you not to overdo it anymore, also concerned about your health.

Tech: Takes the situation quietly. He watches out for you, but hardly interacts with you directly; similar to Echo, he is uncomfortable with the situation. Should you hit on him in this state, or otherwise become pushy, you might even scare him away, at least temporarily.

Tech doesn't think much of mind-altering things, including alcohol. He doesn't like to drink and shakes his head at others who do. He doesn't judge you directly, but you can't have fun with him when it comes to alcohol.

The next day, however, he has everything ready to fight your hangover and he won't mention with a word if you said or did something stupid or ridiculous, he can't handle awkward situations too well.

Crosshair: He's been drunk from time to time too, but rather quietly and mostly alone, he's not particularly sociable anyway. When you're drunk, he's more amused by your condition, allowing himself small, harmless jokes with your currently deteriorated reaction time. But he remains attentive, he may have a nasty streak now and then, but he wouldn't let anything happen to you.

When you hit on him, he plays along without batting an eye, flirts unabashedly with you and the thing could well end up in a rather wild bed story. however, he goes to make sure that you REALLY want that, he can be an ass, but consent is a thing he'd never ignore. Besides, he really likes you, he doesn't want to ruin that. So if you are way to drunk to really communicate, he willl push your touchy hands aside and try to get you just to sleep.

He stays until you are back to your senses, takes care of you, but not without holding your escapades against you and amusing himself about how you squirm in shame.

Wrecker: Probably drinks happily with you, roars a few songs with you, and flirts around with you. If you go out with him and you start drinking, he happily joins in, though he can take a lot more than you can.

He's basically always looking out for you anyway because to him you're so small and fragile, you could have the biggest muscles and work out every day, to him you're still fragile and need to be protected. So even now, even if he's had a drink, he's watching out, no one dares approach you under his watchful eye.

You stagger home together at some point, fall into bed together and after getting up, Wrecker is fit again, he can take a lot. Of course, he's happy to take care of you, lovingly and with zeal. "You shouldn't try to keep up with me, mesh'la".

Rex: Oh dear, Rex is strict. Discipline is his middle name (at least in CW times), if you go over the top and get drunk, he will look at you with a piercingly stern gaze all evening.

He's paying attention, for one thing he feels obligated, and for another, of course he likes you a lot, even though he sees drinking as a weakness, he doesn't love you any less. If you get the stupid idea to hit on him, he will look at you so sharply that even in a fully drunken state - you will want to be sober again, instantly.

He won't leave you alone, he'll watch you, he'll take you home, but fun is different. As soon as you are sober, he tells you how nonsensical he finds the consumption of alcohol and asks you to refrain from it. He will threaten you not to take care of you next time (of course he will, but you shouldn't do it again), you should be careful to pull yourself together, if this happens more often, it may well be that you sink in his respect and he will eventually distance himself from you, albeit with a heavy heart.

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[loganpine]

The Bad Batch's "Halo" Preferences

Hunter | Combat Evolved Played it once. Liked it. Didn't know there were sequels.

Echo | ODST The saxophone, the lonely vibes, and feeling like the new guy of the elite gang of soldiers. He vibes with it.

Tech | Halo Wars Big RTS guy. Loves maintaining combat simulation alongside economy.

Wrecker | Halo 3 Haha Spartan Laser go BRRRRR! "I could take on a hundred Brutes myself! Haha!"

Crosshair | Halo 2 Identifies with the Legendary Sniper Jackals. Also won't stop talking about how the franchise went downhill and lost it's edge after.

Omega | Infinite (Campaign) Loves exploring the open world. Has fun rescuing people, just like she and her brothers do in real life

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[hyperesthesias]

How the Batch Comforts You with Your Chronic Pain

SUMMARY: Some Soft headcanons on how The Batch Boys™️ would take care of you on a flare day.

CONTENT: Gender Neutral ; No ailment is specified in particular, besides chronic pain ; brief allusion to cannabis ; SFW.

NOTES: I love our Boys! <3 They would take very good care of you when you're hurting. I really enjoyed writing this, I may continue writing for the chronic pain/disabled SW community. We don't get a lot of recognition and it's been therapeutic to write some visibility for us!

Enjoy, loves! 💖

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Crosshair

Is the protective one.

Seriously. He will fight anyone who comes near you while you're trying to rest. If you need your space, consider your space locked down just for you.

He can see exactly what is bothering you and where. Which makes him perfect at back massages. He also has impeccable taste in lotions and oils, from having rough hands himself, so you have a selection to choose from!

These massages can be strictly platonic, or very sensual! Whichever you prefer. He's very respectful of your space and needs. He gets it, he needs a lot of space and has a lot of boundaries himself.

Gives you lots of words of reassurance. Chronic pain can take a toll on the mental health, and he can see that, too. He gives you quiet whispers of comfort. No one else can hear them, they're just for you.

He's also perfect to lean against. You can sit right in front of him, leaned back against his chest with your full weight and he'll support you.

He thinks it's cute when you fall asleep like that. 💖

Echo

He draws a bath for you. Puts some Epsom salts in, along with some healing tinctures. It's so comforting and relaxing. You're able to float there, buoyant and without any pressure on trigger points or joints.

If you want him to join, he's more than happy to! All of his prosthetics are completely waterproof so there's no concern. He likes taking baths, too, it relieves pressure from his connective joints. But if you prefer to be alone, he's more than happy to put your clothes and towels on the counter and wait outside for you.

He makes you a pain relieving concoction: a tea and a lotion. He's studied many alternative remedies to help with his own struggles, he's got a whole notebook full of ideas. It helps. It's soothing, and it's nice to have the quiet company as you both sip your tea together. He also has an herb you can smoke, too, but that's entirely up to you. ;)

When you're feeling a bit more mobile, or if you're feeling stiff, he has a gentle stretch routine he would practice in his recovery. It helps wake the joints up and lubricate the bones a bit. It's simple, nothing strenuous, and it soothes some of the aches. He's right there to support you if you lose your balance or can't continue.

He's very empathetic, someone you can trust with how you feel. You know he gets it, and he's always very compassionate.

Hunter

He can sense when you're going to have a flare the day before.

He has a whole game plan on how to help you.

It's a little excessive.

Once he chills out though, he realises all he needs to do is listen. He's a great listener.

You both come to an understanding that you have similar physical experiences. He didn't really consider it before, but he realises he has a degree of chronic pain, too. It was all he'd ever known and he didn't know anyone else who was different like him, too. It's a very personal, bonding experience between the both of you.

This makes him easy to talk to. You're able to get a lot off your chest on how your illness affects you, how it makes you feel. It's not something you get to talk about often in a safe setting, he just sits and listens.

He doesn't judge you if you cry.

He lets you borrow his most prized possession: his fuzzy blanket. He bought it for himself after an assignment on Naboo. It's soft, silky, so warm and cuddly. Nothing about it itches or tickles or scratches. It's the only thing that doesn't cause pain against your skin.

He's determined to buy you one next time they're on Naboo.

Tech

This man has the lo down on every symptom you have. Literally. Like a whole ass binder full of every piece of knowledge on your particular ailment. You're practically better off consulting him than a doctor (which, let's be real, would probably be for the better anyway).

He knows he can get real clinical. He also knows you've probably had a lot of that in your life already -- like he and the other clones. He knows how tiring it can be, to be looked at like an object or an experiment instead of a living, breathing being.

So his most sensitive side comes out when you're having a flare. He speaks quietly and deliberately, he tries not to touch you, he reminds you to take your medicine on time. He even has it in a little pill box with a glass of water or juice for you.

He's very thoughtful. He anticipates everything you need. He has a heating pad ready, ice packs in the freezer, he even makes you a nutritional drink for you to sip on if you're not up to eating.

Is secretly a cuddle bug. At night when you're preparing to go to sleep, he wraps you in the blanket you're sharing and puts his arm around you. You fit perfectly against his chest, a snug little spoon. He gives you a kiss on the head and wishes you sweet dreams, mesh'la. 💖

Wrecker

Oh, Wrecker. He's the gentlest of them all. So tender. He knows he can be super loud, so he does his best to whisper. It's a loud whisper, but still. You appreciate it. Sound can be hard to process through the pain.

He is PREPARED. Like he has a whole ass kit ready for your flare days. He keeps it for you, special.

At the end of the day, he just wants to be useful. He knows he's not usually equipped to handle sensitive situations like this, so he does the absolute best he can to learn and do what he can.

He is the best person to marathon TV shows with. Complete with hilarious commentary.

This man would do anything to make you laugh. He loves laughing with you.

It helps take away the pain. Takes your mind off of everything. His sense of humour is the perfect balance between just dark enough, and wholesome.

OBVIOUSLY a huge cuddle bug, too. A very gentle cuddle bug. He knows his strength, and he knows when to be tender.

He likes playing with your hair, stroking your scalp -- it calms you both and brings you both some comfort.

💖

[nahoney22]

Hey, how do you think the boys would explain them all sharing one S/O to Omega? I'm sure there are species out there with similar family groups, but since human's aren't really known for it, I think it'd be a fun awkward little conversation with the 10yr old kid (or however old she is).

ooooo this is interesting. I think each of them would have a slight different approach.

I feel like Hunter will probably wait until Omega speaks to him about it and would be an absolute mess trying to explain it. As would Wrecker due to not wanting to express their intimate relations. Omega is curious enough so she’d want more and more details and so Hunter will turn to someone like Tech to explain more.

Tech would pull up information on relationships like this and explain to Omega that it is perfectly normal although not very common in humans/clones. Omega would be quick to understand it this way. He’d be a little timid about it first, not one to express his feelings/relationships and such.

Echo and Crosshair would just be glad omega never asked them (aka I’m too tired to come up with a HC so feel free to talk about Echo and Crosshairs reactions amongst yourselves 😂💛)