"we don't leave our own behind"
Omega: Open wide.
I posted new fic!
Bad Batch genfic where Omega wasn’t Hunter’s first kid. (And where this bio kid has two dads, because gay love wins.) Should hopefully update every Wednesday with two chapters (Hunter perspective/Crosshair perspective). This draft has been fighting me for months so I’m just going to publish it.
He was never the villain.
Something every Bad Batch fan can agree on:
If they kill one of the Batch in the last couple episodes (and do it poorly or meaninglessly) we are going to riot as a fanbase.
if dave kills hunter he might as well kill me too.
I know I should be more demanding but the truth is if I get:
• Saved Crosshair back with his family
• Wrecker hugging Crosshair
• Some nice talk between Hunter and Crosshair (because they relationship has so much pontential!)
I'll be so happy, that I'll forget all my complaints about this series. Well... At least for a few hours.
Summary: You and Crosshair enjoy something different in your sleepy state, followed by glowing words to seal the deal.
Pairing: Crosshair x Reader
Reader Description: Reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of their appearance.
Tags: Morning sex, Cuddlefucking, Love confession, Established relationship.
Word count: 1k
Notes: Had a request for some sleepy morning sex with Crossy, and I ended up writing a bit more than I usually do when it comes to requests. What can I say, I love this man (▰˘◡˘▰)
Kamino is, oddly, the perfectly setting for lazy mornings. The waves continue crashing outside, rain hammering on your oversized window, and never do you see the sun. However, the thick clouds still provide enough light to wake you up each morning, not to mention the beeping of your alarm, droning away until you reach over and tap the snooze button.
With a heavy sigh, you fall back onto the pillow. Nimble hands find your waist, pulling you tightly, tucking you back in to where you were previously lying. Crosshair stirs behind you, his eyes remaining shut as he nuzzles your shoulder blade, enjoy the skin against skin contact, not that he's currently deprived of it.
You're both still nude from the night before, and the only change is that you're no longer damp and sweaty. The hand on your waist finds your hips, pulling at you even more, ensuring that you can feel Crosshairs hardening cock against your ass. You hum, grinding against him, riling both of yourselves up.
"Somebody's awake," you softly murmur, smiling when Crosshair chuckles, nodding in agreement.
"He is," Crosshair replies, vaguely gesturing to his growing erection. "Fancy being my wake-up call?" Crosshair questions, and sucks in a sharp inhale when you grind your ass against his cock even more, followed by vocalizing your consent.
"Always," you confirm.
Calloused fingertips trail over your hips, running slowly up and down your thighs, teasing you for a few moments until even Crosshair can't wait any longer. He glides his touch around your thighs, searching, soon finding your entrance. You're still worked up from last night, your muscles not quite relaxing, despite your deep and content slumber. Crosshair takes advantage of the head start, moving his hand away to slick two fingers up in his mouth, before returning them to their rightful spot.
You hum in approval as a finger slowly slides into you, gradually making its way in, and not stopping until Crosshair reaches his knuckles. He waits a few, short moments before slipping it out, only to push it in again at a quickened pace, followed by steadily pumping his single finger in and out of you. Within time, his second finger is inserted, and Crosshair eventually scissors his fingers apart as he continues prepping you, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder blade as he works.
You're whining, despite your dazed and sleepy state. Your eyes have only fluttered open a few times, but opted to fall shut, enticed by the sensation of feeling without seeing. Crosshair is the same, eyes scrunched shut, breathing steadily as he finally slips his fingers out, touching his cock a few times before slicking it up against you.
No words are shared, no begs or pleads, nothing like the usual, pent-up, dominating sex you two usually enjoy. Instead, you sigh in unison as Crosshair slips in; his moans are rarely soft, always hissed through gritted teeth, or muffled by your skin as he bites into it. Crosshair's usual demeanour has slipped off, and he's so engulfed in you that he doesn't realize, but when he does, he pays no mind to it; you're the only person who he'll allow to see him like this, even if both of your eyes are shut, and you're seeing through gentle touches, and the sensation of your bodies being joined together as one.
Again, unlike the usual routine, Crosshairs thrusts are deep and slow. It's as if, for once, he's putting focus into how you really feel around him, how slick and tight you are, how you invite him in so wantingly. He's whimpering by now, each sound timed perfectly with his thrusts. Crosshairs hand finds your hips, not gripping onto them for once, but holding them just firmly enough as if to confirm that you really are here, in his arms, matching his sounds as you share much more than warmth and passion.
You feel Crosshair shudder when you whisper his name. Karking hell, that's you crying for him, the person who he devotes his entire self to, mewling for him in the darkness as he continues rolling his hips against you. Despite the angle, you peer your head over your shoulder, managing to find his lips and share some of the softest, yet most desperate kisses in your lifetime. That sensation is burning in your chest; you're so warm, your heart is oh-so warm, and it feels like an eternal flame roaring away, kept alight by the sniper pinned up behind you.
"Ner ka'ra," Crosshair mutters against your lips as the kiss breaks. "I'm-" is all that he managers to sputter out, and you're nodding in agreement, feeling your climax quickly approaching.
"Inside," you confirm, and Crosshair nods eagerly in agreement.
"Touch yourself," he sweetly orders, and whispers "for me," at the end of his words.
Never would you deny this man, so a hand slips down between your thighs, unbothered by the knowledge that you'll soon make a mess beneath the sheets. Hungrily, Crosshairs thrusts get faster, digging his forehead against the curve of your neck. He's clinging onto you desperately, taunted by the idea that you'll somehow slip from his grasp.
Somehow, Crosshair manages to hold back, waiting for you to climax before he does. He always allows you to go first, if anything, he pushes for it, feeling disappointed in himself when he reaches peak before you do. You're his everything, his world, each individual star that hangs ahead every night, and the warmth from the sun as it rises in the morning, and Crosshair would never risk finding his own bliss until you've found yours, both under the sheets, and above it.
Heavy breaths fill the air, and you're almost certain you can feel the dampness of tears against your back. You dare not question it, even when you peer over your shoulder to kiss Crosshair again, confirming after the kiss breaks that his eyes are clouded. "I love you," he mutters in the softest tone that you're ever heard, and now you understand why his eyes have swollen up, as yours begin to.
"I love you too," you whisper, sealing the deal with another kiss. The crackling of thunder outside goes unnoticed by both of you, too busy being entwined, engulfed in each other. There are few things that Crosshair finds pure calmness in, but each of those few things involve you.
Blue and Turquoise CT-9904 'Crosshair'
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.
𝐓𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? 𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Orange and Blue Ahsoka Tano
Orange and Shady CT-9903 'Tech'
Leia Organa in White and Beige
Queen Padme Amidala in Green and Yellow
I have all my fingers The knife goes chop chop chop If I miss the spaces in-between my fingers will come off (...)
The knife song by Rusty Cage
I think that "the regs were hostile towards clone force 99" is one of the biggest misinterpretation and disservice Filoni's LucasArts has ever done to CLONES as a whole.
I know WHY it was done - to make Clone Force 99 more edgier/broodier than it was necessary - but the way they went about it was from totally wrong angle!
What I believe Filoni's LucasArts was trying to say was: Clone Force 99 were suppose to be outliers, but not in outcast or outsider sense of that word. The only reason why Kix and Jesse could be wary of The Batch was their 100% success rate... and the last time they worked with someone with a high score... Umbara happened.
In TCWs7 arc, when Cody proposed to Rex to ask for CF99's help to save Echo, he wasn't disgusted to have to speak to Hunter. There was no resentment between Cody and Hunter when they shook hands or The Bad Batch, Rex, Jesse and Kix during missions (except altercation Crosshair instigated). Furthermore in unfinished reels Clone Force 99 got medals at the end of their mission. As they were decorated, "regs" cheered in recognition of their achievement. Not to mention it also nullifies 99's arc, a clone that many fans love and adore to this day, as he was the OG lesson about bravery, brotherhood and accepting differences.
The Bad Batch's relationship with "regs" should be a harmless (except possible few wounded egos) never-ending pissing contest with dash of heightened self-importance on Clone Force 99's side (as they are *NOT* like the other clones): claiming "the best score" at the shooting range, arm wrestling competitions even literal pissing contests... or whatever people at military do to prove they are better than others.
But what Filoni's LucasArts end up making is a hot-take on bunch of high-school cliques cosplaying as military... and I'm salty about it.
HEADCANON: Crosshair is the knife game champion not only in GAR but also Empire.
STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney
Hunter: my men don’t know the meaning of betrayal!
Crosshair: but I’m willing to learn.
maybe Crosshair didn't like the regs for how they treated his big brother 99.
and since 99 was considered a deviation like the members of the clone force 99 - which got the name in honour of the clone 99 - little crosshair might have taken that to heart.
The Bad Batch as the Dragon Age: Origins companions:
Hunter: Sten / Loghain - very stoic and focused. Won't kill a bunch of villagers over a misunderstanding, but is a bit morally grey.
Crosshair: Morrigan / Zevran - the bitch who doesn't want to be here but needs to be better than everyone regardless. Most lethal at long distance.
Wrecker: Alistair / Oghren - most likely to make poor life choices, has only one serious bone in his body. The tank-like team member, who's not quite a leader but happy to be led.
Echo: Shale - Sarcastic and witty, also not sure how he got here, or why. Has lost time, and body (parts) - would like to be human again.
Tech: Wynne - very wise (duh) with great technical ability. Would study at the Circle of Magi in a heartbeat, whether he were a mage or not. Either a physical or magical trap specialist.
Omega: Leliana - a match for Leliana's pure optimism and kindness. Not to mention the shared skills with bow. Omega would have fun at Orlesian balls, except for all the killing of course.
The way that in this scene Crosshair probably went willingly because they hurt Hunter and he wanted to protect the others, thinking that he was worth less anyways I-
I'm sorry if anyone thinks this is reaching but you can see it in his eyes. In any other scenario he would have beaten that reg up. But not now, when they only wanted him and he knew that if he went willingly they would leave his brothers alone.
Here he kind of gave himself up for the others.
prayer circle for everyone to come out of the last three episodes unscathed
Attn: hello mr david filoni, sir, If you kill off crosshair I am going to steal all your cowboy hats, this is not a threat it’s a promise please and thank you
Republic Crosshair bunk vs Empire Crosshair bunk
Been listening to this on repeat so y’all get an edit