Haven’t written in a long time, but an idea came to me so here it is! Hope everyone that reads enjoys!
It’s as if the whole world had started to close in around her, her trembling hands reached for the collar of her dress. Pulling at it lightly as if that would allow more air into her lungs, she breathed deeply but it wasn’t enough. She glanced around at the many intergalactic species settling in to their own nooks, as if nothing was out of place as if nothing had happened.
Almost as if on cue a fly away hair nestled on her cheek. Brows furrowed as she swats at it, but it does nothing because it settles once more. She takes it between her fingers and tries to tuck it into one of the pins that holds her hair back. She figures it’s gone because it doesn’t come back and she hears the patter of shoes against the floor.
Her heart beats quicker, as she turns. In walks her husband, surprise on his face when his eyes land on her. She forces a smile to her lips as he walks over, even as he stands before her taking her hand in his she’s still looking at the clone standing in the doorway. Eyes trailing his dark armour before turning as heat travels up her face and to her ears. Her heart skips as she spins around as her husbands kiss her knuckles.
“You’re here early, darling” he states as he takes his seat next to her “I’m quite pleased, maybe you are taking a liking to my job” she forces a chuckle but it comes out more like a strangled sigh before turning back to the clone behind her, eyes on the helmet and she could feel his eyes behind the mask met hers. She smiles before tuning back around as the senate meeting starts.
Crosshair found himself watching her. She shifts in her seat, he assumes her legs had grown restless. Her hand would swat at some invisible bug before she’d settle with tense shoulders. Something is bugging her he notes and if he could he’d fix it for her he would. He’d swat at that invisible bug until it left her alone, he’d whisper encouraging words to let her know she’s doing a good job and that this meeting would be over soon and he’d walk her back to the ship and take her home.
She feels his eyes on her and it settles the nerves in her. So much so that her eyes lids feel heavy, her head begins to lull and she swears if this dress wasn’t constricted her breath she’d fall asleep. In moments like this where her mind is able to wonder she thought of him. All nights he stood watch even when he didn’t have to and all the days spent with him as her guard when he wasn’t out on missions for her husband.
A line had been drawn one they both stood on, each side held a different path. A few times they teetered on that line with the subtle touches, the longing glances from across the room, and conversations that went on and on. She knows she can’t act on anything but her heart beats a rhythm in her chest that she can’t ignore. She looks for him every time in every room and her eyes don’t stop searching until they land on him, and she’s able to breathe again.
It’s all falling apart, even as the fly away returns and lands on her nose and with each breath she takes it tickles her nose. She reaches for it once more but her breath catches in her throat as her wrist is caught in her husbands grip, his hold tight. She glares over at him, his eyes icy and his jaw clenched. Just behind her she hears a subtle shuffle of feet but her eyes never leave Ramparts.
“What are you doing?” He asks lowly, slowly lowering her hand “nothing” she answers as she tries to pull her wrist from his but he doesn’t let go “then stop doing that” he growls as his grip begins to loosen and she’s able to free herself
“I’m uncomfortable” she finally admits and then he turns back to her, his eyes harden as he leans closer a forced smile plastered on his face “then get comfortable” he demands and her eyes widened in disbelief but the silence that settles sets her heart hammering, her hands begin to shake as she tears her eyes away from him.
Her bottom lip begins to tremble, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. He’s never been this way towards her. Even when she tries to think back to a time when things were better between them he’s never held her the way he just had. Her hands raise once more to the collar of her dress and she tugs it before standing. He catches her wrist once more but she rips it from his grasp. Her hands come together to prevent the fidget but it doesn’t help. Her nails dig into her skin as she marches from the nook. She hears two voice behind her but doesn’t stop to listen as she storms towards the elevator.
Her finger jabs the button, hands pulling at the collar and she remembers where she is. Many eyes that could spread gossip about her and her husband. She straightens, hands neatly fold in front of her as she reminds herself to breath but it’s trapped so it’s not really a deep breath just short ones. Her head spins like she might pass out but she holds steady. She can’t believe he said that to her. As if being with him had been easy these past few months as if trying to find the familiar man she married had been easy. It wasn’t an act, the veil lifted to reveal the truth of the man she spent years with.
“Cyar’ika” Crosshair’s low tone startles her but she doesn’t look back to him as she jabs the elevator button once more “you need to breathe” there is worry laced in his words
“How- I - I can’t” she struggles out, voice wobbles as if tears are already free falling from her eyes but she’s able to keep those at bay despite the sting in her eyes
Once inside the elevator, she leans against the side. Hands clawing her dress and Crosshairs eyes never leave her. He reaches out but stops short and their back on that line they drew. Knowing the consequences of what would happen if they did teeter on to this unknown path, a pondering thought of is it worth it? Lingers in their minds. He can see she needs him, see in her eyes that she’s falling apart. He lets his hand fall as the elevator dings and the moment is gone.
She’s walks at a brisk pace not wanting to call attention to herself. The smog of the city hits her face and the smell of the city sets her on edge. She wants to go back to Kamino, wants the familiar sent of rain and sea salt. She didn’t mean to become so accustomed to it, she wasn’t meant to be there this long but it’s become a home to her. 
Once her foot passes from floor to the steel of the ramp she’s really tearing at the collar now, hands pulling at the lace on her back as best she can. She wants out, she wants to forget this place, these people, but most of all she wants feel safe.
“Crosshair” she pleads as she spins back around and he’s stood there, hands pulling his helmet off his head and her breath catches at the worry etching into this face “get me out of this” he discarded his helmet onto the floor his strides are long and he’s standing right in front of her
“Turn around” he orders, her brows furrow but she listens, trusting him “how attached to this dress are you?” His fingers brush against her shoulders and all she can do is shake her head as a whine slips past her lips and within seconds the sound of fabric tearing fills the small cabin and her lungs greedily gulp down air
Crosshair starts to unlace the corset but it’s tedious, she’s needs more air. So he cuts the laces and rips it open, her bare back tenses before she’s leans down. Her hand catches the loose fabric at her chest so as not to be exposed. He lifts a gloved hand to her back, her body relaxing against his touch but then begins to shake with sobs. He’s not sure what to do and every fibre of his begin is screaming at him to hold her. So he does. Consequences be damned, she needs him, needs him to ground her back to reality.
She spins around, nestling herself into him. Her warm cheek against the cool plastron that covers his chest. Her hands resting around his side as she listens to the thumping of his heart, she breathes when he does. She opens her eyes and slowly lifts from him and forces herself to look up at him. He meets her gaze, something twinkles in her eyes and he aware of the way her eyes flash to his lips. He moves his right hand to cup her cheek, she leans into his touch.
“You’re too good to me” her voice thick from her sobs, her tear stained cheeks makes his heart ache. Flashes of the memories they’ve made in the past months hit him like a blaster bolt to his heart. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen, didn’t mean to feel this ache in his heart when she’s near and when she’s not. It wasn’t meant to happen but it has and they’ve crossed the line. He couldn’t go back, not when he knows now, how she fits so perfectly against him.
“I’ll follow you anywhere” he leans down as she lifts to the tip of her toes, noses brushing, breath mingling together “kiss me” she pleads and he groans as he claims her lips with his own, her hands pull him closer as his hands tangle in the torn fabric
The kiss is slow but the passion is there. She hasn’t felt like this before, wanting, needing, hoping for someone that she couldn’t have. The fire inside her blazes brighter and grows more wild as he deepens the kiss, his tongue darts out and her mouth opens. She loses herself to his taste, to the grip he now has on her waist and she sinks into him. He’s pushing her back against the wall and presses himself into her and she pulls back from his lips
“Crosshair” she pants, her eyes on his swollen lips and dazed eyes “I-We…” she’s married, she shouldn’t but god she wants too “I know” he whispers but leans down again, his lips ghosting over hers and she leans closer wanting to feel his lips pressed against her again but he pulls back
“You have extra clothes?” The question reminds her of the state her attire is in at the moment and she shakes her head “everything is back in the room, I wasn’t thinking to go back there” she pulls her torn dress up “I just wanted to get home” she shrugs as he nods “I’ll go” he leans down, his lips press against her forehead before going to retrieve his helmet and glances once more at her
“Close the ramp, I’ll let myself in when I get back” he tells her before leaving her.
A/N: It's no secret that he's my second favorite member of the Batch.
The two of you barely made it into Crosshair's room before he pushed you onto the bed, his mouth hungry and hot against yours, hands roaming across your body, squeezing and spreading your thighs so he can slot between them comfortably, his boner getting more and more prominent by the second.
"Someone's eager hmm?" You smirk against his lips, your hands quickly working on getting rid the hard armor making a barrier between your bodies. "What's gotten into you I wonder?"
"Hn, into me? Nothing at all. Although I am very much looking forward to being inside of you my darling. You made me... excited during today's training exercise. Were you doing that intentionally?" His fingers dragged along your inner thighs, his middle finger finding your clit even through your clothes.
You take a deep breath, hips lifting off the bed to meet his fingers, "Not really. It's nice to know I have that effect on you. Although it might pose a problem on the battlefield."
Crosshair chuckled against your neck, his breath ticklish and warm, "Well if that were to happen would you be opposed to helping me with my problem. In a tent, or perhaps even outdoors? You'd have to keep quiet for me though. Now that is the real challenge." Both his hands now worked on getting rid of your clothes, he needed to get you naked. "And you know how much I love it when you scream for me."
"Fuck." You bucked your hips wildly, your hands now shaking, "Off. Now damn it."
"And I'm the eager one? Don't worry, I'll give you everything you need. Maybe eve more then you can handle." The mildly threatening smirk and look in Crosshair's eyes sent tingled up your pain and straight to your clit. Fuck you panties have to be absolutely ruined by now. And true enough when Crosshair pulled them off you that assumption was quite correct. Before you knew it you were naked under him.
His gaze was as hungry as his mouth, trailing down your body until he reached your nipples. He took the stiff peak into his mouth, eagerly sucking on it while he rolled and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger. He was a little rough but it wasn't anything he wouldn't kiss better later.
When his teeth bit and pulled on your hard nipple you couldn't help but arch your back into him, your moan bothering on a fine line between pleasure and pain. He stopped. He fucking stopped. You looked down at him, his eyes locking onto yours as his lips formed into a cocky smirk.
"Yes? Is there something wrong doll?" You clenched your teeth and narrowed your eyes at him. Fine. If he wasn't gonna do it you could easily take manners into your own hands.
You plunge your middle finger deep into your cunt, your walls squeezing hard around the digit, "Absolutely nothing." You move your finger quickly, making sure to make a lot of lewd, wet sounds for him.
"Oh, I see, that's the game we're playing tonight. Well then, I hope you won't mind if I do this then." He left teeth marks along the underside of your breasts as he made his way down. He looked on as you fingered yourself and slowly moved our legs over his shoulders, "You're so beautiful sweetheart. Keep fucking yourself for me."
You swallowed back a moan as you introduced another finger. Your eyes almost fluttered closed when the sensation of his lips sucking hard on your clit made them snap back open. Your free hand flew to the back of Crosshair's head, scratching and pushing him further against your cunt.
He moaned at your taste, the little vibrations sending more arousal to coat your fingers and thighs. He lapped at your clit like he was starving, alternating between harsh and gentle, between sucking and licking.
"Wait, wait, stop for a moment." With what little strength you had left you pushed his head away, your fingers slipping out with a wet slick sound. You were about to cup his cheeks when he turned his head and licked the tips of your fingers. "I... fuck." You took a deep breath, "I want to come around your cock Crosshair. So... take those off already, or else I might rip them off with my teeth."
"Oh I love it when you're bossy. Makes me want to… put you in your place even more." He gave your fingers one final lick before he moved back, taking his armor and underclothes off, not caring where they landed in the dimly lit room.
"And where is my place?" You challenged.
"Where else?" He smiled in an almost predatory way as he crawled back into bed, his hands hooking around your thighs and lifting you up while he sat onto the bed, leaning against the slightly cold wall, "On my cock."
A needy gasp left your lips when he lowered you against his cock, your lips spread and getting him wet enough for you. You couldn't help but roll against him.
"It's alright babe. Take it. Ride me as much as you want." You're used to taking orders from him on the battlefield so you don't even give his words a second thought. You're on your knees above him. You're lining his cock up with you're entrance. And then... you're sliding down the hard length, your fingers paling in comparison to the pleasure you're experiencing from him being fully sheathed inside your fluttering hole.
His mouth finds your breasts again, his hands wrapped around your back, traveling up and down, encouraging you to move. Again you do so with out a second thought, your thighs and hips doing most of the work as you rise and fall on his cock.
"That's it. Just like that. Take what you need. Be a good girl and take it all. You deserve it sweetheart. You deserve my cock, only you." His praise and loving words only spur you on further. Pretty soon you can hear the bed cracking slightly as you ride him harder, faster, each time sliding up so only the broad tip is left inside before slamming back down with force.
"Fuck, holy shit!" Your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your mind filled with noting except the thoughts if Crosshair, his eyes on you, his mouth hungerly switching between your nipples, kissing, biting and pulling. His cock hot and pulsing inside of you, the trickles of his cum making the sliding easier at every slam of your hips against his. "More, fuck, I need more. I need your... oh fuck... your finger on my clit."
His lips leave your breast with a wet pop, "Your wish is my command." A rough thumb presses against your clit, Crosshair strategically pressing and rolling his thumb every time your hips meet, which makes your walls clench hard around his entire cock, "Keep squeezing darling. You're getting close aren't you? I can feel how badly your cunt wants to come."
"Not want to. I need to. Please, make come love. Make me come!" You bite into his shoulder to muffle your scream as he starts to buck your hips into yours, the hard slapping sounds of his cock in your cunt finally being the thing that pushes you over the edge.
"Where do you want it my darling? Inside or outside? Tell me." His words came out as a growl. It occurred to you that he must have been holding back a lot, usually he'd come at least once by now, even over your thighs. He loves seeing you covered in his cum.
This time however you know exactly where you want it, "Inside. Do it inside, make my cunt yours."
"Oh darling, it already is." He grabs handfuls of your ass as he lets loose, exploding his cum inside your still trembling walls, "You wanted it inside, so take every last drop." Crosshair nibbles on your ear as he empties his cock, keeping you still as you shake and whimper on top of him. "Good girl. My good girl is so good at taking my cum."
"Yes." You hiss into his neck, your teeth desperately nipping at him as you try to regain your senses, "I love when you fill me up."
"Oh?" Crosshair smiles, his lips kissing your shoulder, "Well I'm happy to oblige any time you want me to. And you..." You yelp as he flips you over, his cock still deep inside, his hips snapping quickly against yours, "You'll gladly take it every time." He spreads your thighs so he can have a clear view of your full cunt dripping with his cum, even with his cock still inside you. "How many more do you think you can take tonight?"
You gulp and pull him down, "As many as you'll give me." You press your lips against yours, he swallows you moan as his lips begin another slow rhythm. Looks like you're not getting any sleep tonight.
Requested - @cc--2224 as part of @cloneficgiftexchange
Prompt - "Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do anything about it.” “You... What?” & "I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you"
The sun streaming through the windows did little to fight against the coldness he felt, he knew the room was warm, he knew the cold he felt deep in his bones wasn’t there and yet he couldn’t fight the shivers that wracked his body. It didn’t matter that he could see the small room his brother’s had shown him to once they landed on the planet, in his mind he was still there, still in that cold, small cell with no hope of escaping.
He’d been there for so long, long enough that he had lost track of the days. He could have planned an escape, could have made some attempt to leave their torture but what for? There was nothing waiting for him outside of his cell anymore.
Gone was his relationship with his brothers, gone was the easy back and forth banter with Wrecker, gone were the late night talks with Hunter, gone were the days him and Tech would sit together, his brother’s voice filling the silence without expecting anything back from Crosshair, gone was Echo’s steady presence, at his side whenever he needed it.
Gone were you.
Gone were the early mornings when the rest of his brothers were still asleep, only you and Crosshair awake in the cockpit holding a warm cup of caff and filling the space with softly spoken conversation. Gone were the days spent trying to stick by your side, gone were the stolen glances and lingering touches, gone was sneaking away after missions to explore together, gone were the chances he took to watch you smile, gone was the promise he’d tell you how he felt tomorrow.
Crosshair had run out of tomorrow’s a long time ago.
After all he had done, all the pain he had put his brothers through, the pain he had put you through, this was the least he deserved.
And so when the chance came to make his escape, to leave the pain and the torture behind he hesitated. The cell door was open, it would be so easy to leave and yet he hesitated.
If the kid hadn’t been there, if her life didn’t depend on him getting her out he knows he would have stayed where he was, he would have rotted in that cell for as long as they decided he was useful alive.
Now he was free and somehow he felt more confined than ever. It wasn’t just because Hunter wouldn’t take his eyes off him, it wasn’t because Wrecker hovered or the fact Omega had seemed to attach herself to him. It didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that you were here, stars above Crosshair couldn’t think of a time he would ever have ignored your presence and yet now he did everything to stay away from you, not able to face you yet.
No, it wasn’t because of you or his brothers that Crosshair felt confined. It was because he didn’t deserve this freedom, in his head he was still in the cold cell, destined to rot away.
Crosshair stood from the floor, unable to lay there any longer. The room had a bed tucked against the wall but Crosshair had only managed about ten minutes of tossing and turning on it before he gave the bed up for the floor, the bed too soft compared to what he had become used to.
Everyone else was still asleep as he made his way outside, no real destination in mind. His feet carried him through side streets until they grew sore and only then did he make his way back, stopping not too far away from where the others were to sit on the sand, the sun shining blindingly on the water.
He didn’t deserve to be here.
“I used to come here.” A voice interrupted him some time later, a voice he recognised all too well. “It’s quiet, no one ever comes here.”
Crosshair didn’t turn to look at you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it but when you sat next to him it was too much. He went to stand but your hand softly grabbing his stopped him.
“Please stop running away.” You pleaded softly and Crosshair didn’t have to look at you to know your eyes were teary but he did anyway, his heart aching for having made you this way.
“I can’t do this.” He told you quietly, forcing his gaze away from yours and looking back out at the water.
“I don’t know what happened to you,” You said after a moment's silence and Crosshair balled his hand into a fist, silently begging you to stop talking. “I don’t know what they did to you and you don’t have to tell me but-”
“But nothing.” He spat angrily, glaring at the sea and instantly hating himself for lashing out at you, so he tried again, softer this time. “But nothing. What they did to me was nothing less than I deserved.”
“Don’t say that.” You said, head shaking as you tried to compose yourself.
“It’s the truth, I tried to kill you, kill my brothers…I hurt you all and for what? For the Empire to throw my loyalty in my face.” Crosshair shrugged.
“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.” You told Crosshair, looking away from him as you spoke. “It didn’t matter what you did, how far you strayed from us, I never gave up on you.”
“You should have.” He muttered. “Everyone else did, Hunter doesn’t trust me, Wrecker wants to but he knows I’m nothing more than a lost cause.”
“That’s not true. Hunter’s just being Hunter, he needs time to adjust, needs time to figure things out in his head and then he’ll want to talk to you. Yeah you’re both gonna throw out words you don’t mean, maybe a punch or two but after that…it’s Hunter, he’s glad you’re back. As for Wrecker he wants to come to you, you know that as much as I do but he’s scared, he doesn’t want to spook you so he’s waiting for you to make the first move.” You explained, keeping your voice soft, not turning to face Crosshair as he turned to look at you.
“What about you?” He finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“I was with Wrecker. I kept my distance and waited to see what your move was. Turns out your move was to avoid everyone.” You laughed and Crosshair felt himself relax a little, the sound one
he hadn't heard in so long and it somehow managed to push out some of the cold he felt. “I feel for you, Cross, I do. Stars only know what the Empire did to you but you’re free now, don’t let them win, don’t shut us out.”
“I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you.” Crosshair said after a long pause of silence and you laughed again.
“We all feel bad for you, despite everything you’re one of us.” You told him so sincerely that Crosshair felt like he’d been punched in the stomach at the speed his breath was stolen from him.
You turned to face him, a small smile on your face and you hesitated for only a moment before you reached out and took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers together.
“I don’t deserve any of this,” Crosshair forced out and you smiled at him softly. “I don’t deserve you, you should be running away from me, leave me behind and move on.”
“Well, I’m sorry but I fell in love with you, okay?” You told him, watching as his eyes widened in complete disbelief. “It happened and I can’t do anything about it.”
“You…what?” Crosshair choked, for so long he had dreamed of you and him, of a life where you could possibly want him but it was such a far off dream, something that would never become a reality and now you were saying the words he had longed to hear for years.
“You’re stuck with me, Cross, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not running away. You’re it for me, always have been.” You said, laughing as a tear or two managed to slip down your cheek and Crosshair only second guessed himself for a moment before his hand cupped your cheek and he softly brushed the tears away, his thumb caressing your cheek bone.
“I don’t deserve you.” He repeated and you smiled brightly at him. “But I will spend the rest of my life trying.”
“I love you.” You told him again, watching as his eyes became watery and he rested his forehead against yours.
“I love you too, so much.” He choked out and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the small distance between the two of you, Crosshair not hesitating to meet you in the middle.
Crosshair’s hand on your cheek moved to your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you, savouring every second of the feeling, something he had longed for and convinced himself he could never have.
Eventually the two of you needed to pull apart for air, breathing heavily but not going far from each other, foreheads together as you both smiled at the other.
For the first time in so long Crosshair didn’t feel a single bit of cold, his body was warm, his heart racing as he held you close. For the first time in a long time Crosshair didn’t feel numb, he didn’t feel pain or fear.
It felt like he was finally off that awful planet, it felt like he had finally left his cold cell behind and stepped into the daylight, able to feel the sun of Pabu for the first time and it was because of you, you were the source of this warmth, this love, this joy, this overwhelming relief that things would be better.
For the first time in a very long time Crosshair felt like things would be okay, he had you, he swore he’d make amends with his brothers, spend the rest of his life making up for everything, spend the rest of his life proving he was worthy of yours and his brother’s love. It felt easier, it felt doable with you at his side once again.
How about how the Bad Batch would react to you showing up for an undercover mission (you know, a fancy dress-up occasion) looking amazing? You may have done something similar before, but I just can't get enough of how you write these guys!
I've defs done a few of these Fics (one with Tech and one with Hunter) but absolutely!!!
Hunter
Hunter hates the suit. It's so different from his armor and it's just. Restricting. There's a lot of noise and it can get overwhelming
You come in to help him with the mission and lay a hand on his arm
Not only are you breathtaking but you're a calming and familiar presence
Once you're alone with him he grabs you and hugs you tightly and breathes you in, relaxing
"It's good to see you Mesh'la."
You hug him back and let him have a few moments and tell him he looks nice and you're sorry you couldn't get back sooner, but you're glad you're here now
He's awe struck by you, not only how you look, but your confidence, your scent, just you overall
Tech
Tech is stellar on these missions because he's aware of all the topics and milleau of the planet- what to discuss, what not to discuss, who is who and what has been happening
He's in the middle of some haughty-toity conversation and looking smart and then he feels a tap on his shoulder
He turns around to say something and then all the smart words leave his brain because oh no, you're all dressed up and stunning
"what's wrong tech? Cat got your tongue?"
(insert some form of a partially coherent sentence here)
You tell him to go back to his convo and you'll do some recon
He nods, tells you good luck, and watches you walk away longingly
Eventually words come back but you don't leave his head
Wrecker
Wrecker is extroverted but he doesn't dress fancy. This is because if he so much as exhales or flexes the suit bursts because our boy is beefy
He would be laughing and having a good time I think, but once you walk in he freezes and stares
Ooooooh how he stares
You would go over and say hi, pull him away to resume the mission and go sneak around and retrieve info or cause a distraction or whatever y'all do on a mission
He nods and listens, and then bursts out with "hey uh... You're pretty tonight. And every night. But also tonight."
You laugh and thank him, tell him he looks good too, and then head off for the mission
He totally has a super goofy grin when he looks at you
Crosshair
Crosshair hates formal events. He hates them.
He would rather be sitting naked on Both with a sniper rifle
However this disdain vanishes when he sees you hurrying in, trying frantically to fix the ball gown (because you rushed here and probably got some mud or leaves on it)
His jaw would drop, but he's got a toothpick in his mouth and he really doesn't want to lose it
However, Crosshair is not the kind to stand to the side and watch and wait (at least when he isn't sniping)
He comes to you and takes your arm and pulls you away from a (not super) interesting conversation
You ask where you're going and he stops you on the dance floor and grabs you and y'all proceed to tango the hell away
That is right! Crosshair is a master dancer (it's the lanky legs)
Echo
Echo is more of a background guy. If he goes on a fancy mission he tries to stay in the background
So you're in the middle of everything right? Laughing and batting your lashes and flirting so he can go do his mission
He tries so hard to not get in your way or to distract you. But he fails because you're just stunning and he is. He is shook
Echo kind of waits in the shadows for the signal, but he watches you longingly
This THRILLS you
Echo hasn't made a move because he's lost so much, he cannot stand the thought of losing you too
You make the first move and go to him and wait by him, passing the evening and talking
Rex (because he's basically a batch member now)
Rex would go because he doesn't trust anyone else with this mission (he's the "if anyone messes this up it's gonna be me" type
Rex is shocked when you show up garbed in blue and gold, like shaken to his core
He blinks, shakes it off, and clears his throat and offers his arm
He cannot take his eyes off you. He is not subtle. At all.
You, at first, think something is on your face. Or in your hair. Or something. He stares at you from everywhere! From across the room, from next to you, from other conversations
You realize that his gaze is warm and loving and, once the mission is handled, you take his hand and lead him to the dance floor and tell him that you haven't even gotten a chance to have a dance
He clears his throat and takes your arms and leads you to a waltz, but it's slow and gentle, like he's shocked he's holding you, like you're precious
Bonus: Omega
It's for a fun fancy event
Y'all MATCH
It's so cute, you just dance and have fun with her
At the end when heading back she's sleepy so you pick her up and she falls asleep and you carry her
This is just a short little something, I hope you like it though :)
The Bad Batch | Tech with a shy S/O
Tech isn't really the most outgoing person himself, so you might think it would take a while for the two of you to open up to each other and start something. But honestly you'd probably get along better for that reason
Chances are if you're more on the quiet side you'd only catch his attention more honestly
Like he'd want to get to know more about you. And if you're more on the quiet side? Then he can go on about things and you'll actually listen to him, which would make him so happy
But seriously he's so curious by nature and wants to know stuff. So when you caught his eye, of course he'd want to know more about you. And you being more shy/reserved would only serve as a challenge to him. You'd drive him crazy in the best way possible because he'd be thinking of you all the time, wanting to get to know you better
Would find your shyness so cute though, and honestly, you'd bring that side of him out more
He'd be so hellbent on impressing you and making a good impression at first that he'd clam up easily around you
And would easily go red at your slightest interactions :>
Especially as you started opening up to him. He would be the quiet one, suddenly going very tight lipped as he listened to anything you had to say carefully
And omg. If you were listening to him all careful and wide-eyed and curious? He would be going and when suddenly he'd be overly self aware as you stared and listened and would go so pink and would lose his train of thought
Anytime he got a laugh or smile out of you he'd have to hold back so much joy. You'd make his heart race so much
And if you were shy /because/ of him?? Like if he complimented you or got close or touched you in passing and you got visibly flustered and quiet?? He can't cope
Would find you so sweet overall and would be protective of you in his own way too
The Bad Batch babysitting little Leia? I would love to see that in s3 not gonna lie. Can you IMAGINE????
Bail would look at Hunter and be like "Being a father is hard sometimes, isn't it?" And Hunter would look at him like "MAKER, YES! Last week I found Omega and Wrecker trying to race each other in bomb diffusing and I thought I was gonna have a heart attack."
And Bail would be like "Oh yeah, well, I found Leia floating in her sleep."
And Crosshair would walk by with an 18 month old Leia who's biting his ankle. "I knew she was a demon. Now take your fuckin' kid."
Bail would pick Leia up and Hunter would give him a "Grumpy Uncles, what can ya do?" look lmao.
series summary: working with clone force 99 (well, the sniper of clone force 99) was always a hellish experience. you loathed being interrupted by crosshair every single sentence despite the fact you did the same to him.
chapter summary: shangri-la is a shitshow.
warnings: canon typical violence, angst, vague description of injuries
chapter one
it began like most of your missions with the bad batch do. the boys head out to their various positions and you wait by the controls, ready to provide evac at a moment’s notice. the objective for today? get in, get the information, and blow up the base on your way out, wrecker’s favorite kind of mission.
tech, as per usual, provides updates on their progress as they go. some are pertinent, like whether certain parts of the plan have been completed or had to be altered on the spot. others… others were just bizarre.
“the separatists truly did make sure that their droids were enjoyable to destroy.”
“what do you—“
“mean, tech?” crosshair interrupted you from his comms. you chose to ignore it and let tech answer.
“today marks the third time i’ve been called ‘four eyes’ by a b-1 droid! once can be dismissed as a simple anomaly, thrice is an alarming trend.”
nothing could have kept you from laughing at the observation despite the blaster fire you could hear in the background of their comms. “maybe the clankers—“
“—have a point.”
everyone’s chortling and light laughter almost covered tech’s indignant scoff at the jab. hunter was even amused, which was difficult to achieve when in the middle of an op.
your pride left you moments later when tech started spitting rapid fire about an incoming and highly unprecedented avalanche that was picked up by the base’s satellites. “kark it all, we don’t have a contingency plan for an avalanche!”
you have no idea where to start; do you get cross before you descend to get the others out from the path? do you get the others out of the way and pick crosshair up on the way out of the system? this was nothing you’ve ever come across, not with the boys, not with the 104th—
since when did the 104th stop being “the boys” and when did they start being the four-man band you’ve been working with the past few months? you’re not quite sure, but the title change feels oddly right for some reason.
once the marauder is in the air, you relay your position and assurances that you’re going to get them out of there. crosshair is the closest to your current location, and seeing as common sense dictates that the avalanche would impact him first, you’re zooming to where he’s trying to evade the falling debris.
“cross!” you shout into your commlink. you were hovering the marauder mere feet from the cliff side with the ramp open. “jump!”
“i can’t leave!” he replies, “there are still several—“
“—units headed for the others!”
of course this is the not-metaphorical hill that he wants to not-die on. “dammit cross, the rocks—“
“—are coming right for you!” crosshair completes your sentence before starting his own. “they still need my eyes up—“
“—here, i can’t leave them blind, they need me to—!”
“—protect them!”
if you weren’t piloting the ship right then you’d have jumped out of the ship and tore him a new one. this was not the time to keep interrupting you! the proximity sensors were going haywire with alerts about the avalanche being right on your heels, freshly kicked up dust and debris coating the air around you like a scratchy blanket.
your one last plea to get crosshair on board was interrupted by hunter rattling off coordinates with more alarm on his voice than you were comfortable hearing. “senaar! we need immediate evac! shit’s goin’ sideways down here and it’s not in our favor!”
crosshair heard hunter’s dire situation and it steeled his resolve to stay on the hill. fuck. “they need you! go!”
“you better be here—“
“—when i get back! i promise you!”
you gave one last look at crosshair before flying away from the cliffside towards the others.
it was only moments later that you greeted the others as they hauled ass into the marauder. the only visible injuries were wrecker’s limp and a slight graze of a blaster on hunter’s side, nothing tech couldn’t treat on board.
once hunter and wrecker were taken care of, tech’s eyes probed the ship and noticed the absence of his lankiest brother. “where’s crosshair?” tech questioned you once you shut the ramp and flew towards the sniper’s last location.
this got the attention of hunter and wrecker, who seemed to just realize that they were short a man. if you didn’t know better, the glare on hunter’s face could have been aimed at you, but he was just shot.
you sighed and shook your head as you steered the ship. “stubborn asshole told me to get you guys first, he wouldn’t budge. if i waited any longer for him you three probably would have died down there. but i still have his last coordinates and i’m headed there now.”
this seemed to appease the others, for now.
of the three, wrecker was the most anxious of the three when it came to crosshair’s well-being. the others weren’t present for most of the times cross would almost get his ass handed to him by the regs, and sometimes didn’t even see the aftermath until the bruises were nearly completely faded. wrecker was the only one cross let take care of him and right now, he felt useless.
tech did his best to not let his anxiety show. hours before the day went to hell in a handbasket, his long hours of research about the shared affliction came up with one solution: soulmates. it was a rare phenomenon hundreds of years ago, and the passage of time only made documentations of it fewer and even further between.
he had yet to figure out how cross would have been able to have a soulmate, seeing as their dna was almost identical to millions of brothers. despite how ruminating on the breakthrough was meant to be a mental diversion, tech grimly acknowledged there would be no chance of figuring out the complexities of the connection you and crosshair shared if they didn’t find him.
with a steadying breath, he emptied his mind of the probabilities of surviving an avalanche. if he stayed focused on the soulmate research, his mind wouldn’t betray him and give in to the tumultuous emotions beating against his chest with a battering ram. it was his only choice, really. there was too much left to be done for him to lose it now.
hunter, however, immediately started yelling into his vambrace. “crosshair! what are your coordinates?!” nothing. “crosshair!!” silence.
you were scoping the newly changed terrain for a safe spot to land. the guilt was gnawing at you with no mercy; if you had pushed a little harder, maybe crosshair would have gotten into the ship when you had found him and he wouldn’t be missing.
maybe he would have gotten onto the ship if he trusted your judgement more, which infuriated you to no end. the stupid little feud that began your relationship could have very well cost him his life, and that’s not a feeling you wanted to learn to live with.
“karking hells, cross!” hunter slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. “senaar, we gotta land!”
“already ahead of you. sarge.” the marauder was already lowering to the ground before he even gave you the order.
the ramp wasn’t even open before the others started towards it, clearly anxious about their brother’s safety. you were itching to get off the ship and help them search for cross, but your sense told you to stay put. if something were to go even more off kilter, a speedy evacuation would be needed.
“you better be okay, cross,” you grumble to yourself as you begin the grueling task of waiting for word from the boys.
two hours pass with no word from anyone. those two hours should not have passed with this jarring radio silence and you’re chomping at the bit. you’ve never had to worry about going on the hunt for your boys, they never gave you the occasion to. but today, with a deep sigh and the holstering of your blaster, you lowered the ramp of the marauder once again and prepared to track their beacons.
to keep your mind from becoming mush as you walk, you start to hum to yourself. nothing too elaborate, just a simple song you heard when you were a kid that stuck with you. the boys have heard you sing it when doing chores around the ship or when coasting through hyperspace and lately, you’ve caught them humming it too. it was nice to feel like your presence was notable to them.
“on the first part of the journey, i was looking at all the life. there were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings.”
you sang as you walked but kept your eyes peeled for crosshair, the boys that went to look for him, or any other danger that could be lurking.
“the first thing i met was a fly with a buzz and a sky with no clouds.” you nudge a stone from your path with your toe as you sing. “the heat was hot and the air was dry, but the air was full of sound.”
something in the air felt different now, almost foreboding, and it did a stellar job at unsettling your already frayed nerves. maybe if you keep singing you can chase away what feels like womprats nesting in your gut. your feet and your song carried you along the newly changed terrain with thinly veiled worry.
large boulders and slabs decimated what little remained of the droids, small cliffs and mounds of rubble doing the work for you.
“i’ve been in the desert on a horse with no name. it felt good to get out of the rain. in the desert, you can’t remember your name ‘cause there—“
a familiar lump in your throat cut you off before you could finish, but what normally followed was nowhere to be found and its absence almost made you retch. the absence opens the gates for a herd of blurrgs, who are beginning to take up residence in your stomach alongside the womprats and your growing anxiety.
you had no idea what could cause you to be so sick to your stomach when moments ago, you were almost perfectly fine. there was nothing toxic in the air or issues with anything you ate earlier; you were stumped. it only took your jumbled brain a moment more for you to realize what was missing, which surprised you because it was the reason you left the ship in the first place.
what normally followed that lump in your throat was crosshair.
the womprats in your stomach were now waging war on the newly arrived blurrgs and you’re nearly brought to the ground by the intensity. the feeling never got this bad, except during the moments you tried simply not interrupting crosshair at all. the interrupting, the uncanny guessing, there was nothing uncanny at all about it.
is it a curse, or maybe a weird brain meld, that cause you both to interrupt each other constantly? you’d have to rope tech into researching what is causing this now that you’ve discovered that it was a compulsory tick.
just as quick as it took over you, the ache started trickling away until you were left gasping for breath like a fish out of water.
“senaar! senaar!” footsteps pound against the ground from behind you and it’s almost immediate relief when you recognize wrecker’s voice. looking up, you spot three of your boys running your way, crosshair still nowhere to be seen.
wrecker was the first one to you and was immediately checking you over, despite not knowing what to look for. “senaar, you had us worried! are you okay?!” he hoisted you in the air as he checked you over for blaster wounds or some other injury, holding you akin to lula.
when he’s satisfied enough to put you down, you nod and rest a hand on his bicep in reassurance. “yeah i’m okay, got any news on cross?” another familiar knot in your stomach kinked up a little bit but disappeared almost immediately after. weird, but you weren’t going to question it.
“his vambrace has been sending intermittent signals, almost as if it’s on the fritz but still trying to work. we’ve tracked it to this general location but beyond that, nothing.” tech interrupts, eyes flitting around you. he still seems unconvinced that you were completely okay, but lets it go for now.
an intermittent signal is better than none, but still not ideal. hunter’s quick to send everyone in different directions to grid search the general vicinity, his already enhanced senses in hyper focus.
tech lingers around you once everyone has their assigned directions. “are you sure you’re okay? your vitals are a bit askew and are taking longer to rebalance themselves than normal.”
“i’m fine tech, don’t—“ the blurrgs are suddenly mounting a great defense against the womprats as you double over in pain, eyes clenched shut tighter than the stick up dogma’s ass before three shots of spotchka. your arms wrapped around your stomach in a vain effort to hold your insides tight enough to keep them from damn near tearing you apart.
a gentle hand rests on your back but you barely register it. the pain is nothing like you’ve ever experienced — no blaster shot or concussion or broken limb could ever compare. the pain has you losing your focus on your surroundings and your body starts to sway, what little balance you had left talking its leave.
your hands shoot out to brace yourself on the solid ground before you can completely collapse. they clench around the dirt under you in attempt to get ahold of yourself—
that’s not dirt.
that’s not dirt.
your right hand is clenched tight around something solid and warm. the texture is far too familiar, and nothing like the soil on the planet you’ve stepped foot on for the first time that day. you try to tell the boys that something’s wrong, that you found something but the words just couldn’t leave you — unlike the morning’s breakfast that took a quick departure from your stomach.
that display definitely got their attention.
while you retched, your grip remained tight on the not-dirt. it was a life preserver and you were drowning in the kaminoan seas. the hand on your back that was rubbing calming circles (now identified as hunter’s when he starts trying to soothe you) slowly came to a stop as something caught the sergeant’s eye.
“senaar, is that…” he doesn’t even finish his sentence because it is exactly what he thinks it is: crosshair’s hand. “fuck- kriff- sithspit!” it takes hunter the briefest moment to actually gather his wits about him before he’s shouting orders to move the small mountain of rubble out of the way. his hand smooths your hair back gently before rushing to help his brothers.
despite it taking just over a minute to free their brother from the debris, it feels like time has been warped and manipulated to trick you into thinking decades have passed. it probably has something to do with the overwhelming nausea that hit you every time you tried to talk, or maybe it was the way you watched wrecker lift a limp crosshair into his arms, the sniper’s hand slipping from yours unceremoniously as it dangled.
someone was talking to you. their voice murmuring your nickname softly while slowly trying to get you on your feet. you couldn’t do much more than follow like a lemming, not even bothering to figure out who it was that maneuvered you around the bile and debris. you just wanted to get back to the marauder, back where you were safe.
Not so little HC by me. I am sorry in advance for the length. I have big thoughts.
I've seen people pretty open on here about their female difficulties. I was diagnosed with sciatic endometriosis at a pretty young age and it's forced me to adapt to randomly passing out due to pain, weak knees and anaemia. It's happened many times and in front of an array of people so I decided to make little HC senarios on how TBB would react to their significant other passing out in front of them for seemingly no reason that can be diagnosed on the surface. I wanted to have each of their reactions without the obligation of creating a whole plot with a story. I just need this angst and fluffy comfort rn okay? 🥺
Pairing: Each of TBB x Female SO
Omega is included and reader is her caretaker but not dating anyone in TBB for that particular HC.
Warnings: passing out, talk of menstrual cramps, blood - visible spotting, nursing back to health, worry, angst, swearing, confusion, panic. 🙏
Masterlist
My kofi ✨
Hunter🧐
Gif by @kamino-coruscant
He would have a hunch that something is about to happen because your scent has been off all night. Looking at the date he remembers what's to come around the same time every month. He'll be concerned with your tossing and turning but doesn't interfere with your restless slumber. With everyone else already asleep he wouldn't want to startle you.
Finally, after hours of monitoring from afar during his shift to keep the Marauder on course, you stroll out from under your covers, drenched in sweat and desperately trying to make your way to the refresher. The color in your face is irregular, washed-out. Hair is plastered to your sickly face. Now that you're in his presence he is hit by the overwhelming aroma of raw, acrid air. The scent was festering.
He can feel your body trembling through the floor of the interior hull. Your fragile footfalls become more determined to compensate for your lack of balance, growing into loud stomps. You feel your concentration fleeting, mindlessly trying to move your body forward through muscle memory like you're on autopilot. Hunter sees you struggling and takes a couple steps in your direction before you drop to the ground.
He's at your side in an instant. He was quick enough to catch you before your head sustained any damage. He knows you get bad cramps but he's never seen you in such a perilous condition before. Your skin is hot to the touch as he feels for your pulse. It's rapid, your breathing is labored as your heart tries to overwork itself to pump blood through the rest of your extremities. You're lifeless in his arms. Everyone else is asleep and he can't find the breath in his lungs to call out. "Ow.. FUCK!" you gasp. The pain was enough of a brutal surprise that you came-to in his arms.
"Hunter? What happened? I was just on my way to- oh, goddamn it, no." you mumble the last phrase under your breath. The familiar stiffness of clotted blood staining your clothes is all you can focus on. You're overwhelmingly embarrassed. It's no doubt you're aware that he can smell you, let alone see you. You push yourself out of Hunter's arms, turning to face him directly, hiding your crimson spot from his view as best as you can before forcing yourself to your feet.
"I-I'm fine. Really. I can make it the rest of the way." You lift your foot to take a step but it feels like you're wading through mud. Your body threatens to fail you once again but Hunter catches you just in time. "You're not fine at all. Let me help you in there-" He offers, only you hope he hasn't noticed the mess forming in your garments. "No!" you cut him off. "I can do it myself!" Why did he have to see you like this? Degraded, filthy and unnecessarily ashamed for not properly preparing yourself before going to sleep. You should have known it was coming. How could you have been so negligent?
"No, you can't. Let me help. If you think I can't handle a little blood you really don't know who you're dealing with. This is no different than dressing a wound on the battlefield. And I can assure you there is much more blood there. So please, take my hand" he holds it out while looking at you with gentle, understanding eyes.
No use hiding anymore. Hunter helps you to your feet and into the refresher. He starts the shower for you and leaves for a moment while the temperature climbs to retrieve a fresh set of your clean clothes. Once returned, he helps you out of your soiled pajamas and into the warm stream of water, relieving yourself of all the sanguineous remnants as well as the lingering discomfort. Once cleaned, he dresses you with proper protection and leads you back to bed with a glass of water and a few painkillers. Soon you're back to sleep, wondering why you were so embarrassed in the first place.
Tech⚕️
Gif by @nahoney22
You both were on opposite sides of the ship making various adjustments to the exterior of the Marauder. Tech is walking you through cleaning off residual carbon scoring from the inside of the durasteel panels without disrupting the wiring beneath it. It's a steady conversation that slowly dwindles until you're no longer responding. He tries time and time again to hail you on the comm and receives nothing. His worry got the best of him as he moves to your position.
There you are, lying belly-up in the dirt like bloated roadkill. He hurriedly ran to you while pulling his scanner out, prepared to get to the bottom of what caused you to faint. The sun was beating down relentlessly on your face. A thick bead of sweat has saturated your brow and a sore knot is forming at the back of your head from the trauma it sustained with the unforgiving ground. Your breathing is labored, a highlight to your unhealthy state. At first he assumes your episode is from the heat. Calm and full of composure, Tech immediately pulls you into his arms and carries you back inside the Marauder to bring your core temperature back down to safer levels.
Wrecker is the first to voice his concern upon your joined entry but not even his booming voice was enough to wake you. "Whoa! What happened?! Is she okay?"
Tech gently lays you down on the cold floor of the hull to properly examine you. "She is merely unconscious." he responds confidently while opening your mouth to ensure your airways aren't obstructed. He uses a small flashlight to observe your pupils and confirms his diagnosis. "Take her back to my bunk. She needs to sleep this off. Speaking of, what's the date- Oh..." Tech looks at the calendar full of grave concern. "I'll prepare some medicine as well. She's never had them this bad." He shakes his head in defeat realizing this was intense heat exhaustion brought on by the rapid thinning of your blood, exacerbated by it's increasing exit from your body. He was silently brainstorming ideas in ways to prevent an occurrence like this from happening to you again.
"Had what this bad?" Wrecker questions, still completely oblivious.
"Menstrual cramps. Now please, Wrecker, take her to my bunk, quickly. She needs painkillers, hydration and most importantly, rest."
Tech hands you over to him with complete and total regard for the condition of your cranium, cradeling you intently and full of protective responsibility. "Watch her head. She collapsed to the ground outside and I am not certain how violent the impact was." Wrecker nods, fulfilling the request while Tech went for the first aid supplies which consisted of a higher grade pain relieving shot, heating pad and an intravenous apparatus to regulate your fluid intake until you wake up. The way he went so logically about your condition was a massive testament to his caregiving prowess. He didn't panic, his mind didn't go straight to irrationalities, the only thing at the forefront of his consciousness was your health and safety.
• • •
"Hey there sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" Tech graces you with his presence as soon as you open your eyes. He's dabbing you with a wet cloth to keep your sweating at bay. Your head is pounding, you feel weak and lethargic, slowly realizing you're in his bunk.
"How- uhm... What happened?" Trying to sit up, Tech pushes you back into bed, tucking you in.
"You tell me. I've seen you nurse these cramps of yours before, but this is unprecedented. I scanned your vitals and they indicated a massive amount of destructive neurological discomfort centering from your pelvic region downward. I would suggest that you stay in bed for the rest of the day. No, indefinitely, until these spasms subside. Do I make myself clear?" His strict orders were completely derivative of his concern for you. "You should have told me you were feeling out of sorts. I wouldn't have brought you outside..." A mask of guilt was forming across his handsome face.
"They honestly caught me by surprise, completely unexpected, so please don't blame yourself. I'm so sorry to worry you." Your chest felt tight as you tried to finish your thought.
"Nonsense. I'm just glad you're okay." Tech responds as he lifts your joined hands to kiss your knuckles. You smiled while nuzzling your head into his lap. Tech reciprocated by soothing you back to sleep in a much more welcoming fashion than you had fallen into it previously, making sure to be mindful of the bruise at the back of your head. He assured you that he would never leave your side in case another painful wave were to come at any point through the rest of the day.
Crosshair🙄
Gif by @kybacrystal
He's been getting under your skin all day. His wise cracks and insensitive humor were enough to already make your blood boil. You can't even remember what it was you were initially bickering over. At this point all you wanted was to get as far away from him and the ship as fast as possible. You felt a sting of pain emerge from the pit of your gut radiating down to your knees. Trying to push through it, you speed walk to the tree line. The last thing you wanted was to give him any more reason to prod at you.
You can faintly hear Crosshair call your name as you push yourself into the thicket. It's getting harder to walk, the pain in your legs is throbbing down to your feet. You brace yourself against a tree before continuing on but your spasms won't let you go without a fight. Using your upper body strength, you pull yourself back up and inch further into the forest. You can hear the twigs snapping underneath Crosshair's footfalls, signifying that he is closing in on you. Even with the tree branches blocking your own vision, you knew that he could pick you out of the entire wilderness with ease.
You quickly find that you're over exerting yourself, your breathing becomes strained and you're suffering from tunnel vision. If you concentrate hard enough you can see stars fading in and out of your peripherals. Your irrational embarrassment about Crosshair seeing you in such an indecent state forced you to pursue a journey deeper into the woods despite your growing discomfort. Unexpectedly, you fall to the ground with nothing to brace yourself but the velvet moss atop a few boulders resting in a sunken patch of soil.
Crosshair finally catches up to you and spots your lifeless body facedown amongst the brush. "Alright, stop faking it. This might work on your other boyfriends, but if this is a ploy for me to be nice, I am not convinced in the slightest."
No response.
"Hey! I am taking to you. I said get up!" Crosshair nudges you with the butt of his gun, he seemed to have never let that thing go. Perhaps that's what you were arguing about after all.
Still, absolutely nothing.
"I'm going to leave you out here if you don't get up. Right. Now." He has a worried tone in his voice but it's disguised with anger. He secretly hopes you're not hurt but he doesn't want his inflated ego driven façade to crumble. But you're dead to this world, at least for the time being.
Crosshair finally drops to his knees and flips you over to see your face. You're covered in dirt, a bruise forming on the bridge of your nose with a couple drops of blood threatening to fall from your nostrils. Your anemia made the tissue beneath your skin very fragile. It's really not as bad as it looks but he doesn't know that. He feels terrible for thinking this was pretend. Perhaps he would do something so dramatic, but he wouldn't expect it from you.
He slings his rifle around his back in order to tend to you more completely. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he delicately dabs away your nose bleed and moves the hair out of the way of your face. He is wrought with fear and remorse when he catches a glimpse of your ghastly complexion. Crosshair curses himself for being so ignorant, and slowly hoists you into his arms to carry you back to the Marauder. His mind races back to everything he said to you in the heat of the moment, completely regretting all of it. All he wanted was for you to wake up and be okay.
• • •
You open your eyes to the gentle rhythm of his steps, pain coursing through your entire body, pulsing with each placement of his footing. You groan harshly and he acknowledges your consciousness by placing a soft kiss at the top of your head, signifying his presence.
"You passed out in the forest. I am here. I am so sorry. Please.. Forgive me... " Good thing your ear is resting against Crosshair's chest as he carries you inside because he was speaking so softly you wouldn't have been able to hear him. You're just happy to be in his embrace and not fighting anymore.
He places you on his bunk and immediately goes to find Tech to get assistance in relieving your pain. You're slowly slipping in and out of consciousness with Crosshair frantically explaining to Tech what happened, wondering if he can do anything to help. He can be hard to deal with sometimes but you know he loves you.
Echo😨
Gif by @howie-ner-cyare
The two of you were having a simple maintenance day by cleaning up around the ship and giving Tech a break by doing inventory. Once everything else was in order you found yourself helping Echo conduct adjustments his prosthetics. You've been having slight cramps for the past few hours but they've been quite manageable. But finally feeling your body go stagnant, it was as if it was a call to magnify your pain. With Echo's prosthetic leg settled onto your lap, you pause your polishing to rest your head on the cold metal.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Echo asks, his flesh hand finding its way to caress your back, lightly stroking it to ease your growing discomfort. Echo is no stranger to muscle spasms. It pained him to see you suffering the same fate. "Yeah, I'm fine. I already took medicine a few hours ago. I just... cramps started hitting me bad all of a sudden. It's nothing to worry about. I think I just need to get some water" You responded.
As soon as you tried to bring yourself to your feet your head felt lighter than air. You can't focus on anything due to your blurred vision. You got up way too fast and your body hasn't acclimated properly yet. The pain is growing stronger, agonizing as you collapse at echo's feet, completely overwhelmed.
"Oh shit!" Echo is quick to your side despite his compromised position on his bunk. He unfurls your contorted body and lays you flat on the floor to get a better look at you. He's painstakingly distraught, but that doesn't break his concentration from trying to help you as best as he can. His memory immediately reverts back to his medical guide book he would read in his downtime before becoming an ARC trooper. Particularly the ABCs in performing CPR.
He immediately took note of your airflow and breathing. Granted, it is quite labored but nothing out of the ordinary. He finds your pulse and realizes it's much fainter than it should be. Your fingers are stiff and frigid as he realizes you have incredibly poor circulation. Echo finds that he has leftover iron capsules on hand that Tech prescribed to him after he was rescued from Skako Minor. Taking his pillow off of his bunk, he lifts your head gently to cushion you from the floor of the hull before rummaging through his belongings to locate the bottle of iron capsules as well as acquiring his canteen of fresh water.
• • •
He doesn't force you into consciousness. He quietly waits for your body to slowly calibrate itself. You wake up to his handsome face eclipsing the fluorescent lights from stinging your eyes. "You scared me for a second there. Thought I lost ya... Here. Take this." Echo holds his hand out to give you a couple pills.
"No no no, I can't take more pain medicine yet. It hasn't been 6 hours-"
"It's not pain medicine. They are vitamins. Iron to be exact. I'll help with your circulation." he nods at you in affirmation while dropping the capsules into your palm. He is already prepared with water for you to wash them down.
"Looks like I'm helping you with adjustments now aren't I? You can hold on to those iron caps too. You seem to need them more than me " Echo smiles at you before helping you up into his bunk so that you may rest more comfortably, surrounded by his scent.
"Echo? Can... you lay down with me?" You beg, eyes full of love. How could he possibly deny you?
"Only because you asked so nicely. But please, if my prosthetics start to hurt you, let me know." With you in this condition the last thing he would want is to cause you any more unnecessary harm.
"You could never hurt me Echo. Come lay down." He complies and the two of you sleep together for the remainder of the night having felt extremely accomplished with the condition of the ship, as well as each other's well-being.
Wrecker🥺
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Wrecker noticed you weren't feeling well and he tried to make you smile as much as he could. He loved to attack you by pretending to be a tickle monster. The two of you would play fight for hours on end in his bunk, never stopping for a time out. All the activity really did have you feeling much better. That was of course until your aches came back with a vengeance. In the middle of Wrecker's vigorous tickles, you slip out of consciousness in a frightfully unexpected way. The pain that shot through you, you couldn't have possibly prepared for it. Within seconds you were absent in mind, body and soul.
Wrecker grunts in confusion, jostling you just a little bit to see if he can elicit a response. You're out cold. "What... What did I do?! TECH! COME QUICK!" Poor Wrecker thinks he hurt you but little does he know that he had nothing to do with your incapacitation. Tech enters the room and immediately asks what happened. "I-I don't know! We were just playing and I was tickling her and then she just... I don't know... "
"Wrecker, I promise you, you didn't hurt her." Tech says, consoling him. "Has she been complaining of cramps or pain at all today?"
"Yeah she-" he sniffles before clearing his throat, "she said her tummy hurt and I tried to make her feel better but now I think I made it worse... Is she going to be okay?" He asks while wiping tears from his eyes.
"On the contrary." Tech replies, putting Wrecker at ease. "Your playful distraction kept her pain at bay for most of it's duration. It is actually quite a thoughtful tactic. I guarantee you she appreciates your efforts." Tech smiles, giving Wrecker an encouraging pat on the back. "Just, with certain spasms stemming so suddenly, especially from someone with her condition, she has a tendency to go into shock. It's her body's defense mechanism in order to ride out the discomfort. I'll be back with some painkillers." Tech's logical attributes worked wonders to ease the irrational thoughts brewing in Wrecker's gentle mind.
• • •
Once Tech is back with medicine, Wrecker tucks you into his bunk and snuggles Lula up beside your head. The softness of the plushie rubbing against your cheek was a welcoming gift to be woken up to. You faintly see Tech's silhouette enter the room from your peripherals but you can't focus on anyone else just yet.
"Take it easy. Tech is here with medicine." Wrecker's voice is shaken as he speaks. You lock eyes with the massive clone and see that his are slightly bloodshot and swollen.
"Oh you poor thing... Did I scare you? I'm so sorry..." Your frantic apologies filled the room but they would not stand for it.
"Yes, you gave him quite the scare. But you needn't apologize. These things happen and I'm glad we're here to help you. Isn't that right, Wrecker?" Tech teases.
"I thought I hurt you..." He explains, wrought with worry.
"You had nothing to do with this. I promise. I'll be fine." You tell him while caressing his cheek. Now here you are consoling him instead of the other way around. Tech leaves the two of you to enjoy each other's company after administering your medicine. Wrecker lulls you to sleep by softly telling you silly jokes, a worthy adaptation to still have fun with you without triggering a harmful response. The last thing you remember before falling back to sleep was his adorable giggle, coupled with him softly tracing Lula's arm across your cheek.
Omega👩⚕️
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Omega had a idea that's something was wrong with you because you weren't as chipper as you typically are and she wasn't going to hide her blatant concern.
"You're not feeling well today, are you?" She inquires while her tiny hand reaching up to your forehead, seemingly checking your temperature.
"You noticed that, huh? Smart cookie." you tell her while chuckling to yourself. "You would be correct. However, I'm not sick in the sense that you're thinking."
"It's your period, isn't it?" Her deadpan respond caught you completely off guard. She was so young! Did she already know about all that?
"How do you know about that?" She laughs at your surprise.
"I was a medical assistant, remember? It would be counterproductive if I only knew about one side of the human organ systems." her adorable voice tells you matter of factly. Omega had such a way of making things seem so obvious that you feel silly that you didn't think of that before. For her age she really contained a massive amount of intelligence as well as common sense combined with her immaculate intuition.
"You are absolutely right. You never cease to surprise me, Omega." while struggling to finish your phrase, you could feel your spine tighten with every second that passed by. You let out a few distressed groans as you doubled over in agony, supporting yourself with your palms on your knees.
"You need to sit down! Get off your feet! You might pass out!" Omega is frantically trying to guide you up into her bedroom fashioned out of the gunners mount. It's her only place of comfort and solace and she wants to bring you into a much better environment. She climbs the steps and begins pulling you in with her. Despite her age and stature, she really is quite strong. She manages to help you inside only for you to collapse onto her cloud of pillows and blankets.
• • •
You don't know long you were out. It must have been a while because the sun was already setting and the lighting was dim in her room. You wake up to the sound of her voice saying "No! I'm staying until she wakes up!" Slowly opening your eyes, you see that everyone, including Omega, is at the foot of the gunners mount entrance, patiently waiting for you to awaken.
"What did I miss?" You laugh nervously.
"She's awake!" Omega exclaims before throwing herself at you for a hug.
"You had us worried for a moment there." Hunter tells you, smiling. "Luckily, Dr. Omega here knew exactly what to do and wouldn't leave your side for a second."
"Is that true?" You ask, clutching your hands to your heart.
"Of course it is." She confirms while placing Lula thoughtfully in your arms. "Because I know you would do the same for me!"
She insisted that she not leave your side for the rest of the night and Hunter couldn't possibly deny that. The two of you relaxed underneath her twinkly lights, talking about your favorite creatures you've encountered on different planets and what each one would be like to have as a pet. Agreeing to watch this unique little girl really brought out a wonderful motherhood connection in you that was dormant until she entered your life.
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