#Crosshair is magnificent

[thememerman]

“got your crossbow?”

“are you sure you can carry those supplies?”

“stay close. it’s easy to get lost in this terrain”

“oh, I’m much worse”

“stick by my side and stay down”

“too bad”

#like ok bro just marry me already my GOD #CROSSDAD IVE WAITED THREE YEARS FOR YOU AND YOURE EVEN MORE MAGNIFICENT THAN I THOUGHT YOU’D BE #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #tbb crosshair #tbb omega

[bibannana]

Hunter *relaxing in the co-pilot seat with a nice hot mug of caf*: You know what?

Tech *disinterested*: What?

Hunter *sipping his caf*: I should be rewarded. It's hard looking this pretty whilst on the run.

Crosshair *doesn't even look up from where he is cleaning his sniper*: You? Pretty? Huh.

Wrecker *laughing*: Nice joke Hunter!

Tech *nods*: Yes. Highly amusing.

Echo *fake swoons*: You're the prettiest Hunt'ika.

Hunter *huffs*: I hate you all.

Omega *smiling*: I think you're pretty Hunter!

Hunter *smiles softly*: Thank you Omega.

Taglist:

@soliloquy-of-nemo @jiabeewrites @staycalmandhugaclone @nekotaetae

#he just wants to be called pretty every once and awhile #look at his hair #its magnificent!! #but nooooo teasing your siblings is never an opportunity to pass on #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb omega #hunter #crosshair #omega #wrecker #tech #echo #star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect tbb quotes #the bad batch #star wars tbb #clone force 99 #clone force 99 more like clown force 99 #havoc marauder

[adventuresinnerdliness]

No direct correlation, but this is Crosshair energy.

#james coburn #the magnificent seven #the bad batch #bad batch crosshair

[a-lil-perspective]

No matter which way you look at it, the dynamics between Hunter and Crosshair are angsty and edgy as fuck.

#just fucking magnificent #lol. #thinking of ‘masterpiece’ again #crosshair #hunter and crosshair #thou shalt not tag this as a ship #ought not to #the bad batch #bad batch #clone force 99 #sergeant hunter #hunter #tbb hunter #clone trooper crosshair #tbb crosshair #whyyyyy #masterpiece #it’s a lil thing

[moonstrider9904]

do i wanna know?

one shot masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3 | beta read by the wonderful @jedi-hawkins and @freesia-writes

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been seeing Crosshair for months when he's on planet, seemingly only as friends. But one night when he's back, you meet him at your favorite bar, and you get the feeling his flirtatious ways might mean a bit more. Should you get your hopes up, or would that be your heart's last mistake?

Tags: 18+ only. Smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, light nipple play. Flirting, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of war and canon-typical violence, foul language, angst. Also, I am basing some of Crosshair's appearance on this magnificent art here.

Word count: 7056 words

Playlist: Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

The man who filled your thoughts that night leaned over the billiards table. He closed the left eye, leaving the right, tattooed eye open, and he shoved the cue forward with a strength and precision you couldn’t help but find seductive. The sound of the resin clinking as the multiple billiards balls made their way across the table was soon replaced by whistles and calls celebrating Crosshair’s trickshot, after which he straightened up next to the table and looked at his opponent, holding out his hand to collect his wager.

Crosshair had won yet another match that night. As he took the amount of credits he’d wagered from his last opponent, he dismissed himself from the competition with a carefree wave of his hand, and with dark amber eyes, he made his way to you.

“Don’t you look pretty there, cheering me on,” he purred.

You crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on the chair pretending you didn’t care much for what he was saying. “You say I’m pretty, but you’ve barely paid attention to me tonight, handsome.” You smirked at him and winked when you finished your sentence, and Crosshair couldn’t help but smirk back as he took a seat across from you.

He took another sip out of his whisky and looked over at your glass of beer. “You nearly finished that.”

“My point exactly,” you shrugged.

“Come now,” Crosshair moved his chair over closer to you and slid his glass to match his new position on the table. “I was getting credits to spoil you.”

Your head jerked in his direction and you pouted up at him. “Really? How?”

Crosshair chuckled next to your ear, his warm breath over your skin sending shivers through your body. “I was thinking… we could get another round of drinks…”

“Uh-huh?” You prompted as your body leaned closer to him against your will. You could spend weeks, months even, trying not to appear too needy or desperate to him, trying to balance out your pleas to have him closer with your wit and your sarcasm, but all Crosshair had to do was lean in close and purr at you, and you were on your knees.

“We can have as many as you want,” Crosshair continued, “and then…”

You turned and met his eyes when he trailed off. “And?”

He leaned back on his chair and took a sip out of his whisky. But you, in turn, leaned forward to match him, taking the drink from his hand and sipping on it yourself.

“And then what?” You asked again.

Crosshair chuckled, the sound deep and enticing. He took his drink back from you and set it on the table, only to then reach for your chin with his hand, cold from the icy drink he’d just held. Crosshair looked you in the eyes, and for a moment you swore his gaze softened, but it soon regained its usual fire as his grip tightened when he pulled you close.

“Play your cards right and tonight might be your night,” Crosshair crooned.

You felt yourself clench around nothing between your legs, and before you had a thought of what to respond, Crosshair got up from the chair and made his way past the billiards tables to the bar, where he gestured to his drink and yours at the bartender.

That man was dangerously sexy.

You thought he’d come back to the table with you, but instead, you saw him heading towards the back of the bar when his glass was refilled. He looked back at you and signaled you to follow him, and you obeyed. Before leaving, you took the last fried cheese stick from the plate at the center of the table and ate it on the way, and when you walked past the bar, the bartender handed you the beer bottle Crosshair had ordered for you. You took it with a smile and followed Crosshair behind the bar to a storage room. It wasn’t too dim that you feared for your life, but it wasn’t well lit enough to attract any other attention to it, and inside it, Crosshair waited for you. You watched him stand there sipping from his whisky, looking gorgeous in those dark gray trousers and pitch-black shirt topped by a black leather jacket.

Crosshair turned around and let his gaze pierce into you, and a smirk formed on his lips as he approached you. Unsure what to expect from him, your heart squeezed when he reached his arm past you to close the door behind you, and when he pulled his arm back, he once again took his hand up to your chin and lifted your face up to look at him.

“Cross…” You sighed.

He chuckled. “You do want this, right?”

“Yes,” you nearly moaned. You set your beer down next to you on one of the boxes and let your hands snake up his chest until they found rest at the base of his neck. His free hand slid down your body and found the curve of your waist, pulling you closer—he didn’t need many more words before finally leaning down to kiss you.

It was everything you’d been fantasizing for months. Crosshair’s lips were warm and they kissed you with intent, igniting your veins and drenching you between your legs. You couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss as you clung tighter to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had to stand on your toes to press yourself closer to him, feeling yourself getting drunk on the whisky you could taste in him. Your arms shook, your legs felt as if they wouldn’t hold you up, and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest when you felt his hardness begin to press up against your body.

“Take me,” you mumbled. “Take me now, Crosshair.”

He chuckled. “Needy. How cute.”

With a strong grip, Crosshair led you towards one of the larger crates in the room and he let you go just to pat on the surface. You obliged and hopped onto the crate, sitting and parting your legs to let him press closer to you. With one hand still holding his drink, Crosshair wrapped an arm around your waist and resumed kissing you. Hungrily, you kissed him back and ran your hands all over his body. You felt the lean lines on his back and the strong muscles on his chest. You tried to get a feel of his arms, but there wasn’t much you could feel over that leather jacket, so instead, you let your hands return to his abdomen. Through the fabric, you could feel the lumps of his abs as well as some of the scars he’d gotten over the years, but choosing to focus less on the soldier and more on the man, you let your hands make their way downward.

Crosshair let the hand on your body travel as well. He felt himself getting harder at the sight of you in front of him, eager to let him in, your legs parted letting the fabric of your skirt barely attempt to hide the panties from his sight. His hand brushed down past the end of your skirt over the skin of your thigh, and Crosshair let his nails slightly dig into your flesh as he ran his hand down your leg. You whimpered and tightened your grip on him, your back straightening and making you press your breasts onto him, a reflex Crosshair may have enjoyed too much as you felt him grin into your lips.

His hand made its way up your body again. You felt his touch going up your leg and your belly until it eventually reached your chest, and he let his fingers expand over the curve of one of your breasts. Your breath hitched when Crosshair caressed and massaged you, squeezing with the perfect amount of strength to send your mind reeling without any pain, and soon, his fingertips found the bud of your nipple, which he freely pinched just enough to draw a moan from you.

“Fuck…” you whimpered.

Crosshair gave a low laugh. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, darlin’. We’re only allowed in here so long as we don’t make a scene to the whole bar, understood?”

You nodded, licking your lips before reaching down to grab the hem of your blouse, pulling it up and off your body. Crosshair’s gaze darkened as he glanced at your breasts and the delicate black bra that covered them. You reached back to undo the hook of your bra and he helped you take it off, growling as he saw the way your breasts fell freely. With a smirk, Crosshair managed to tear his gaze from your mounds and looked you in the eyes, holding his glass out to you.

“Hold this, darlin’,” he gave you the glass.

Dazed, you held onto his drink. Crosshair now had both of his hands free, and he first held the sides of your torso with his fingertips resting on your back, and he pulled you up while bending down and trailing kisses starting at your collarbone. He traced his lips over your chest, relishing in the way your panting made it go up and down while he brought his hands to your front again. Crosshair took one breast in each of his hands and resumed the massaging and caressing, and soon after, he started lightly pinching at your nipples before bringing his lips down at the level of your breasts.

You suppressed a moan as best as you could when Crosshair placed his lips over one of your nipples. He gently sucked on the bud while his hand continued to massage the other one, making you crave more. You slowly rubbed your hips against the crate under you and felt the dampness between your legs delicious with the friction. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you felt your own pulse down between your legs, so you threw your head back and enjoyed as Crosshair had his way with you.

Much to your pleasure, Crosshair soon resumed his way down, and the emptiness on your breasts was soon compensated by the sight of Crosshair kneeling down before you with dark eyes as he reached for your panties under your skirt. You wiggled to help him get them off and felt the cool air against your moist cunt. You heard Crosshair suck air in through his teeth, and he let his hands slide from your ankles up your legs until firmly grasped your hips.

When you finally felt his tongue against your cunt, you had to constantly convince yourself not to succumb entirely to the bliss—you didn’t want a shattered whisky glass ruining the moment. You moaned as quietly as you could, but the ecstasy wasn’t any less present in the lack of volume. Crosshair pressed himself deeper into your flesh, devouring you, expertly working his tongue and his lips over your all too sensitive clit. You couldn’t help but use your free hand to continue massaging one of your nibbles, just a little extra to enhance the pleasure you already felt.

And as Crosshair flicked his tongue quicker over your clit, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, causing you to press your hips forward onto him. It made him moan, his voice rumbling low in your flesh and making you roll your eyes back, dangerously close to release. Crosshair’s pace didn’t relent. He continued to suck away at your clit until you felt your hips quiver and the temperature of your body oscillate between hot and cold. Your mind went blank as you tried your best not to moan out his name—you were sure everyone out at the bar would hear you if you did. Your body squirmed on that crate as Crosshair continued to make you his own, and you were so gone that you barely noticed when his tongue left your pussy.

You whined softly when you realized he’d stopped. Crosshair was standing back up, and he reached for the glass of whisky in your hand, taking a long sip of it and downing half of its content. Crosshair grunted as the alcohol burned his throat, his chest heaving slightly after his efforts with you. You didn’t hold out your hand to take the glass from him again—messy as you were, you weren’t close to done. You wanted more, and you wanted him. You got down from the crate, and Crosshair watched you in confusion that turned into delight when he saw you kneeling down before him and reaching for the zipper of his pants.

“Oh, such a good girl,” Crosshair purred as he reached his free hand down to brush your cheek. You were still focused on undoing the button and zipper, until you finally pulled down the fabric to free his erection from confinement.

Your mouth watered at the sight. Sucking him off was yet another of the fantasies you’d had for months, just one more thing you dreamt of doing with him every time you met up with him at the bar. Every time you’d questioned if Crosshair was into you had led to that moment, alone with him in that storage room. He’d already claimed you, now it was your turn. You wrapped your fingers around his girth and took him into your mouth, starting off with just the tip, sucking and circling your tongue around it getting used to the taste.

Above you, Crosshair downed the rest of his whisky and set the glass down on another box beside him with a loud toc, moaning softly and whisper-grunting out “Fuck!” as you took more of his length in your mouth. Your breathing deepened, struggling ever so slightly at the fullness in your mouth, yet resolved to see it through. Still, you were aching between your legs as if your folds begged to be touched. It wasn’t like you needed both of your hands to suck Crosshair’s dick, so you took one of them down and rubbed small, quick circles on your clit, whimpering softly into his shaft.

Crosshair looked down at you. The way you had his cock in your mouth, the way you touched yourself, it nearly made him lose all sense of reason. His gaze softened at you as though it were filled with wonder and adoration more than desire. Crosshair reached a hand down and took some of your hair in his hand, stroking the curve of your head before resting his hand down beside your cheek again. The gesture prompted you to look up at him, and when you did, you nearly climaxed again when you noticed how beautifully he was looking at you. At that moment, Crosshair didn’t look like a man only thinking of sex, he looked like a man who adored you completely. Yet another one of your fantasies was coming true.

Your vision blurred, however, when your rubbing on your clit made you climax again. The waves of your orgasm made your lips tighten around Crosshair’s thickness, drawing a low moan from him. He mumbled a few other words you didn’t bother listening to. You were too deep in your orgasm to make sense of anything anyway. You only came to your senses when you felt his hand tugging your cheek ever so gently, bringing your rubbing on your clit to a stop as you looked at him again.

“I want to cum inside you,” Crosshair whispered as he helped you up and hastily helped you back onto the crate where he first had you.

You sat in a similar position as you had initially, with your legs parted and welcoming him to do whatever he wanted with you, and Crosshair leaned in close enough to have to rest his hands on the wall behind you just after sliding his length into your warm, wet walls. Your hands clung to his shoulders, clawing at the leather jacket that made him look dangerously handsome, and you felt your body bouncing with every thrust he gave into your hips. You could hear Crosshair grunting softly between luscious thrusts, as well as the sound of the bottles of alcohol within the crate clanking against each other with his movements. Softly, you whimpered—your cunt was already too sensitive from two orgasms. A third one was beginning to creep up on you, this one boiling deep inside you and promising to rattle you to your very bones. While you waited for it, you looked at Crosshair, his eyes dark and focusing on yours as he fucked deep into you.

You took a hand behind Crosshair’s head, curling your fingers in his hair, as you rested your forehead on his while never breaking eye contact. You wanted to be looking into those eyes when the pleasure took over you, and by the stars, it was everything you dreamed. When the waves of your third orgasm started, all you saw was Crosshair. All you felt was him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip, feeling your arousal dripping from your cunt and splashing your skin, and by extension his, and the only thought in your mind was his name. Not long after your walls had clenched around his cock, you heard Crosshair give a grunt and you felt his warmth filling you inside.

You had longed for that sensation, and it was unimaginably better than you ever could have anticipated. Crosshair then stopped his thrusts as the ropes of hot, thick cum continued to splash inside you, and when he was done, he slowly pulled out of you as you both attempted to catch your breaths.

The entirety of your weight still rested on the hard crate underneath you. You couldn’t feel any of the cold from the wall anymore. Its temperature had merged with the one Crosshair had made you feel—your inability to think about anything other than the wall behind you lay testament to how dumbfoundingly well he had just taken care of you. Your breathing slowed as you made contact with his beautiful amber gaze, his irises making you shiver with expectation as he got up and began leaning closer and his arms snaked towards you. Perhaps he had more in mind for you? You silently begged he would.

Your heart skipped a beat. Without warning, you felt the contact of Crosshair’s bare fingertips on your own, heedfully sliding across your palm from your pinky finger and forward towards your thumb. What you thought was an honest gesture of taking your hand turned out to be him reaching for his trousers for a pack of cigarettes, and before breaking eye contact with you to pull one out, you saw something flash in his eyes you didn’t know what to make out of.

Crosshair lit the cigarette and took a long inhale like it was the fresh air he yearned for. He watched you as you slowly regained composure and reached for your bra and your blouse, attempting to dress again.

“Need help with that?” He crooned.

“I’m good,” you replied. “But let me know next time you want to take these off me.”

Crosshair scoffed, taking another breath from his cigarette.

When you finished dressing you got down from the crate and stood firmly on the ground. You made your way over to Crosshair and he opened the door of the cellar, standing aside to let you through first. You smiled at him and were just about to step out the door when you hastily remembered your beer was still in there—no way you were gonna leave that abandoned. Though you focused on your drink, you did manage to hear Crosshair chuckle as he walked after you back towards the bar.

Crosshair draped an arm around your shoulders as you both walked back to the table you’d chosen earlier. He pulled a chair out for you to sit and went across to sit in front of you, and shortly after, a waiter brought him another glass of whisky. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d ordered—were you that awestruck from your recent encounter in the cellar?

“Do you want anything else, doll?” He asked you.

“What?” You snapped your attention to him, stuttering. “No, no, I’m… good.”

Crosshair chuckled. You could tell he was just being cocky.

The night wore on mostly in silence as you finished up your drinks. Though many of your daydreams had just become reality, you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. You were happy to suggest more things, but you were also curious to see what Crosshair had in mind. If nothing else came up, you would ask him to your place, and maybe he could spend the night, maybe you could play something on the holo for background noise while he made you his own again…

You set your empty beer bottle down on the table and looked up at him, your eyes wide and beckoning him. In one gulp, he finished his whisky and began to stand up, and you followed.

Crosshair looked over at the bartender. “Put it on Hunter’s tab, will you?”

You saw the bartender nod, but you quickly focused on Crosshair again as he adjusted his jacket. He put the cigarette out on the ashtray on the center of the table and finally looked at you, smirking softly as he began to make his way towards the exit with you next to him. The cool air hit you hard when you were out on the street, and without any prompt, you felt Crosshair placing his jacket over you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

You both stood in silence, and the absence of words or plans was destroying you. Finally, you reached within you for courage.

“Would you like to go back to my place?” You asked him.

Crosshair chuckled as he reached a hand for your chin, letting you see the snake tattoo that was prominent on his forearm. The gesture and the ink made you clench around nothing all over again.

“You still want more?” He hummed.

“Yes,” you admitted. “But I was also thinking maybe we could just… spend the night? You know, if you’re tired. Just us.”

He chuckled again. “Can’t. I ship out early.”

Your heart sank. “Crosshair…”

He raised a brow at you, prompting you to speak.

“I want to know…” you trailed off. “What we did back there… it wasn’t nothing, right?”

“Did it feel like nothing?” He asked.

“Well, no—”

“Don’t fix what isn’t broken, darlin’,” he evaded you.

“You know what I mean,” you said. “We’ve been meeting up for months. I want you, Crosshair, more than just in a hidden cellar.”

Crosshair sighed. “Please don’t go and ruin this. Not now.”

You felt your heart plummeting inside you. Were you delusional? Those times his eyes had softened at you, his fingers brushing your cheeks with such care, was it all yet another daydream you’d fabricated? Had you just made an utter fool of yourself?

“Oh…” you whispered. “I…”

He sighed. Crosshair looked like he was about to say something else, but you didn’t want to give yourself more reasons to get your heart broken.

“That’s fine, I… I got it wrong,” you said before he could speak.

“Come on, doll,” Crosshair faced you. “I’m always on the move and way too close to blaster fire for us to be a good idea.”

“Then what the hell was that back there?” You gestured at the cellar.

“I like to have my fun.” Crosshair shrugged.

Fury boiled within you. “Are you kidding me? That’s what you mean, that I’m just a bit of fun?”

“I mean I’m not tied down, and neither are you,” Crosshair looked you in the eyes. Whatever emotions he showed before, this time you were sure he was completely serious.

But knowing he was being honest didn’t make things any easier.

Crosshair sighed. “Look, just…”

You looked at him, not knowing whether to hope for him to say something to remedy your feelings or not.

“You’re great,” he said. “And I look forward to seeing you when I come back to this planet. But don’t mistake this for something else. You’d be wasting your time with me.”

“I wouldn’t,” you tried to appeal, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Crosshair, I am mad for you! Tonight has been everything I’ve been yearning for months. You are all I want, this is all I want.”

He didn’t say anything to you. He simply looked you in the eyes with dismay.

Slowly, you unwrapped your arms from Crosshair’s waist. “But… you don’t want that.”

Crosshair looked upset. You figured he wasn’t a monster, and anyone would appear upset when making such a rejection. For your sake, you wouldn’t make anymore of it. Crosshair was difficult to read as it was.

You took his jacket off and handed it to him. “You’ll be needing this.”

“Babe, don’t do this—”

“You either do or you don’t, Crosshair,” you said, unwilling to have your time be wasted. “And right now you’re telling me you don’t, so…”

For a moment, Crosshair seemed to sadden.

You sighed. “I should just go home.”

Crosshair tore his eyes from you for a moment and he took the jacket from your grip in a surprisingly gentle manner. “I guess you should.”

You managed to meet his gaze. You didn’t want him to be out of your life, as much as you were heartbroken by him pushing you away. And the thought of him being out at war, all alone, with his life on the line every day… The idea of something happening to him and you not being in his life somehow was even more dreadful than the idea of losing him whilst having had the chance to love him.

But there was no changing Crosshair’s mind.

“Be safe,” you managed to say.

Crosshair looked at you again, his eyes laden with sorrow. Had you been more naive, you would have expected him to tell you not to leave, that he was wrong, he’d been an idiot, that he did want to be with you. But waiting for something that wouldn’t happen was too painful, and you decided to be the one who left first.

You walked homeward without looking back, and as a tear rushed down your cheek, you tried your best not to blame yourself for thinking your feelings could go both ways.

Blue and white specs of hyperspace surrounded the Marauder. Crosshair sat in his usual chair, in his usual pose of having one leg crossed over the other while the Firepuncher rifle rested across the length of his shin. Holding the rifle, his thumb tapped rhythmically over the scope in tandem with the beat of the song he was listening to on two very discreet yet very loud earbuds. The bass and the guitar, the strong and steady drums reminded him of himself, but the lyrics only made him think of you. The stoic sniper kept a straight face during the multiple times he listened to it, and his mind was able to ponder on many things at once.

What were you up to? Why was he doing something he’d openly laugh at someone else if they were doing the exact same by listening to a rock song thinking of you? What were you wearing that day? How many more men had perished in the battle he was headed to since he and his squad received the briefing? Was it even still daytime on Coruscant? And if it was night time, were you in the arms of another? He hadn’t given you a reason to cling to him anyway, not the last time he’d met you.

He focused his mind on you, your eyes staring up at him, the warmth of your body against his and the pitch of your little whimpers, the way your fingertips curled around his hair when he made you squirm and how your soft lips felt on his skin. He thought back to the moment he nearly took your hand and fooled himself into grabbing a cigarette instead. And then he’d done it again when he told you it was all a bit of fun, when he said he didn’t want to be yours, when he stood there watching you walk away from him.

Despite your absence, Crosshair had been seeing you for nights since his shore leave on Coruscant ended. You were constantly on his mind, much to his annoyance. The fact that every dream and every song lyric brought your face back into his sights was a constant reminder of his own incapacity to admit something so basic—but if it was so basic, why did that feeling fucking eat him away from the inside out? Crosshair sneered. He was at a point where he feared only the unspeakable horrors of war would succeed in removing you from his mind, a fact he didn’t know if it would be terrible or merciful. But he, alongside everyone inside the Marauder, was in for one hell of a battle, already forecast to be one of the bloodiest of the war.

If that didn’t do it, nothing would.

Crosshair’s head swayed forward and back as exhaustion took over him, and he had no sense to even make out how beneficial it would be for him to get a few winks of sleep before reaching the trenches that waited for him on landfall. Blurs of you raced through his mind as the chorus of the song echoed in his subconscious for another countless time, and after what had only felt like seconds, Crosshair regained consciousness to a Marauder that was navigating the transition between space and the tremorous atmosphere of their destination.

Even the clouds foretold the misery that waited for them down there.

Crosshair still had the earbuds on, shielding him from the sounds playing out before him, but he was able to make out Hunter’s silhouette approaching him as he mouthed the words be ready, and a cold shudder took over Crosshair as he saw Hunter had an aura of dread in him as well.

The Marauder shook from the heavy turbulence around it. Crosshair removed the earbuds and slipped his helmet over his head, and he took his rifle, ready for anything. If he made it out alive, he’d probably ask you out for whisky the moment he saw you again.

You couldn’t help but feel wary when your doorbell rang. No one ever visited you, you weren’t expecting anything to be delivered, or anyone to drop by, you didn’t even have anything planned that night. In the absence of anything going on, you figured you’d make your way across your little apartment to the door.

“Who is it?” You called.

From the other side of your door, you were met with hesitation. You were then surprised by hearing your name being spoken in a coiled, smooth voice, its pitch low that made your name sound like the galaxy’s rarest delicacy.

You opened the door.

There stood Crosshair, dressed in black and gray like he usually would when he met you at the bar. This time he wasn’t wearing a jacket, and the short sleeves of his shirt let you see the snake tattoo on his forearm that you loved so much, as well as the veins and thin layer of hair that made you wild. Still, as much as you loved that tattoo, the detail of a fresh, light-brown scar on his other forearm didn’t escape you.

You still hadn’t forgotten the way you’d parted the last time you were with him—you weren’t about to foolishly welcome him in again.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, your voice plagued with more genuine curiosity than the spite of the walls you tried to put up.

Crosshair didn’t speak. He stepped forward and took you in his arms, quickly wrapping them around your silhouette as though clinging to your back and waist. The way he pressed your body to his was alien, but by no means unwelcome. You felt his heartbeat quicken against you as his grip gradually tightened, and as he straightened his back, you had to lift yourself to be on your toes.

“Crosshair?” You inquired.

He gave a brief shake before steadying himself again. “I needed to see you.”

With a brief sigh, your heart sank. You’d watched the news over the past few days, and now that a soldier was clinging to you for dear life, you managed to put two and two together.

“You were on Umbara, weren’t you?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, somber, yet comforting.

Crosshair loosened his grip just enough to look you in the eyes, and the snark and wit were suddenly gone from his gaze replaced by revelation.

“Your brothers?” You followed up. “Are they okay?”

“They’re all fine, but…” Crosshair trailed off. “Too many platoons. Too many families were broken.”

You never thought he cared that much. You gently reached a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your warmth while having one of his own hands fly up to meet your own, holding your palm closer to him. You could see the remorse in his eyes, but you wouldn’t be arrogant enough to believe that remorse was only caused by you. You feared the answer of your next question.

“Did you…?” You couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the thought.

Crosshair shuddered at the memory of a blue and white helmet under his scope. He shuddered at the thought of what would have been and how many more would have fallen if Rex hadn’t run past him waving his arms. The idea of someone, anyone, using him against his brothers, controlling him with sinister motives and turning him against his own brothers… Crosshair knew how dangerous he would be, and the thought terrified him.

“I need you,” Crosshair admitted. “All that time, I needed you. I didn’t want to die out there. I didn’t want to kill one of my own.”

“Hey…” You comforted him. “None of you knew.”

Crosshair cupped your hands with his face, the gentle gesture rendered desperate with his grip giving away how starved he was.

“I need you,” he said again, a faint growl appearing in his voice. “I need to know if you feel this agony when you’re away from me, if you’d be the only home I would return to. I want to be too fucking busy being yours to die out there. I want to be yours I’m willing to crawl back to you every fucking time.”

Your eyes widened in endearment and disbelief at the words he’d spoken. “I thought you didn’t want that…”

Crosshair’s gaze and grip softened as he leaned in closer to you until his lips fell on yours. He only broke the kiss to look you in the eyes again, more serious than he ever could be.

“I was an idiot,” he admitted.

You chuckled softly. “You kind of were. But so was I. I should have admitted my feelings too, long ago.”

Crosshair smiled softly and shook his head. “Wouldn’t have made a difference. I’m too stubborn.”

You giggled, cupping his face. “I like you stubborn.”

His smile turned into a smirk. “I know.”

Your hands traveled over to his chest, where they rested gently. “Would you like to go somewhere? Clear your head?”

“I was wondering if you’d let me take you up on the offer to spend the night,” Crosshair answered without hesitation.

You smiled. “Absolutely.”

“But no cheesy soap operas on the holo,” Crosshair added.

“You sure?” You grinned with mischief. “Scandal Gal is getting really good. I think Flair and Puck are finally gonna get together.”

Crosshair directed a deadpan stare at you, but that was one of your favorite expressions on his face. You giggled, wrapping your arms fully around his shoulders as you softly kissed his chin.

“I’m here and I’m yours, you hear me?” Your tone softened.

A subdued exhale left Crosshair as his gaze turned gentle on you, but his grip around your waist hardened. Before you made sense of the door of your apartment finally closing, Crosshair pressed his lips to yours with his movements quickly igniting a passion between you. You forgot the holos and the music and whatever refreshments you could have offered your guest. There was only one thing you wanted to do that night.

The stumbling between your apartment’s door and your bed was a blur, but as soon as you were able to make sense of being in your bedroom, you felt Crosshair picking you up and setting you gently on the bed. He crawled on the bed too, perching himself up on his knees to pull his shirt up over his body to cast it aside, and you couldn’t help the tiny whimper that left you at the sight of him.

Crosshair was gorgeous, with his beautiful bronze skin apparently glowing in the light of your room. The snake tattoo on his forearm seemed more prominent when he was shirtless, but your eyes were drawn to the area of his chest where you couldn’t help but stare at the thin layer of hair near the center, as well as the little 99 tattooed underneath his left pec. There were also scars scattered around his torso, all balanced out with the lean lines of his muscles.

He smirked at the sight of you, proud that you apparently liked what you saw. You knew he wasn’t done, for he then proceeded to undo his trousers, which you gladly watched him do. When Crosshair was naked in front of you, you hurried to take off your blouse and your pants, which he helped you out of, until at last you lay bare and naked underneath him.

The electricity of the moment paled in comparison to the cellar at the bar the other night, an occasion far more desperate and wanting at the time. This was far more intimate, even romantic, as Crosshair leaned down and made contact with your skin. You felt yourself engulfed in his warmth as he kissed you again. He switched between your lips, your chin, and your neck, ravishing you and making you feel like you were among clouds. You rested your head back on the pillow and let him have his way with you, which would pleasantly surprise you sooner rather than later when you felt his fingers beginning to stroke you between your legs.

A moan escaped you like honey. Crosshair applied the right amount of pressure to your folds to make the pleasure begin to flow through your body, steady and delicious. Your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as you continued to kiss him, and when you brushed your tongue past his lips to wrestle with his, you felt his long finger slipping inside your walls to stroke and curl inside you. Hungrily, you moaned into him, partly wishing it was his cock inside you rather than his finger, but you wouldn’t rush things.

Delectably slowly, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, and the way your moaning escalated lay testament to that. Your grip around Crosshair was as hard as it could be, and when he began to feel your walls tighten around his finger, Crosshair emerged from your lips and gasped for air, looking into your eyes. You pleaded to him with your gaze not to stop, to please continue and push you over that edge you so desperately wanted. All it took was a smirk from him to finally do it, and you began to quiver underneath him as you moaned loud enough for the adjacent apartments to hear you. Incoherent mumbles escaped you, but among them, Crosshair was able to make out the words kiss me, please, and he obliged.

You drowned in the feeling of his lips on yours while your orgasm endured, and as the waves wore off, you felt Crosshair shifting your positions. Now, his back lay flat on the bed and you were on top of him, and it was only then that you broke the kiss to position your entrance on top of his erection. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on him, and with his strong hands, Crosshair helped you bounce up and down rhythmically.

“Come here,” Crosshair beckoned.

You leaned forward while Crosshair continued thrusting upwards, and you enjoyed the feeling of being close to him once again. Your lips found his and you kissed him with the same fire as before, only pausing to look into his gorgeous eyes as the pleasure filled you again. Your attention lingered on every one of Crosshair’s tiny grunts and moans—they were enough to send sparks through your whole body, and you felt you could listen to him do that forever. Crosshair’s grip on your hips tightened, thrusting into you at a speed you felt was impossible, and at that rhythm of pounding, you quickly shattered over him in another orgasm, moaning louder than before and quaking on top of his body. You felt your arousal squirting out of you and dripping onto his skin, a feeling you knew he picked up on when he moaned deep and delicious into the room. Not long after that, the familiar sensation of hot ropes of cum strewing inside of you made you see white, and you felt your body rise and fall in tandem with Crosshair’s heavy breathing as he slowed down and tried to recover himself.

“Mine…” Crosshair mumbled. “Fuck, you’re mine.”

You moaned at his words and leaned down to kiss him. “All yours, handsome…”

With the strength he had left, Crosshair tightened his grip around you and flipped you over, and now, he was on top of you.

Your man, your lover, was nowhere near done with you, and you were ready for nights like those to become a regular part of both of your lives.

Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging and/or commenting to show support ❤

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[saggitary]

TBB Ep4 Spoilers

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*After getting new cloths as disguises*

Omega: There better?

Crosshair: No

Omega: *most tired, exasperated, 100% done, ‘why me’ sigh in the galaxy*

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Crosshair: We don’t have time

Omega: We’d have more time if you weren’t complaining so much

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Crosshair: That went well

Omega: Stow it.

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The mutual sass of this episode was just magnificent, give us more 🔫

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[tangents-within-tangents]

The Bad Batch as Penguins of Madagascar Quotes

Bc I’ve seen a few posts making this magnificent comparison and both of these squads are near and dear to my heart and bc I need a distraction from the s3 premiere ahhh

Tech: *mission relevant info* Hunter: Tell me something I don’t know! Tech: Without mucus your stomach would digest itself Hunter: … Hunter: Tell me something else I don’t know…something less disturbing

Hunter: (to Caleb) It's okay, kid. We're not going to hurt you Crosshair: *cocks his gun* Not true, Hunter, they did authorize lethal force

Wrecker: *absolutely decking his bros* You pillow fight like a bunch of little girls!

Crosshair: What part of "zip it" eludes you?! The "zip" or the "it"?!

Echo: I don't mind saying it, that guy vexes me. *narrows eyes* He's a vexer.

Hunter: Boys, no training tonight. It's game night! Tech: Trivia! Let's play trivia! I dominate trivia! Omega: Oh! Can we play Simon Says this week? Tech: Yes, Simon says we play TRIVIA!!

Crosshair: I find reason tedious and boring. We'll use force.

Echo: I'm sorry, boys. I sometimes resort to sarcasm when facing the unknown Tech: No doubt

Hunter: Oh I’ve seen accident prone, try Wrecker and Crosshair! With a Chandrilan lantern! And SIX BOTTLES of rocket fuel!! Tech: Worst talent show ever

Hunter: There's no such thing as too paranoid, Omega. Remember that, and forget you ever heard it!

Tech: SCIENCE! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?!?

Omega: I have an idea! But I'm not sure how safe it is Wrecker: I like it already!

Crosshair: *while fighting* You cannot win, Hunter! I am fueled with a boiling hate! A raging fury! Hunter: And a babbling mouth! *slaps him*

Omega: No! I swore I’d never use my adorability as a weapon again, and I meant it!

Echo: Wrecker, cover Omega’s ears, I intend to use my angry words

Tech: This red line shows the frustration level of a really smart person forced to take orders from some dunder-brained boob. As you can see the frustration just keeps rising and rising and rising. I mean, why don't they put the smart guy in charge, huh? IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE! SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE, PEOPLE! AM I THE ONLY ONE SEEING THIS?!

Wrecker and Omega: *run in making incomprehensible panicked noises* Hunter: Anyone catch that? Echo: *nonchalantly interprets it exactly* The Batch: … Echo: What? I’m fluent in panic

Tech: Cool cars go faster. That's a scientific fact.

Cody, in his one episode: I believe now I know why “volunteers” ends in “tears”

Hunter: No batcher gets left behind, that’s why! Wrecker: What about Crosshair? Hunter: Okay, one batcher gets left behind Omega: and Echo? Hunter: Maybe two batchers get left behind Tech: Um… Hunter: *groan* Comparatively few batchers get left behind, okay?!

Omega: I thought you agreed this was a dangerous weapon! Wrecker: Which is the best kind! What good is a safe weapon?! Tech: He has a point

Hunter: Avert your eyes, young Omega, you’ll never be able to unsee this! Tech, recording bc that’s his freaking hobby: Don’t worry about it I’ll burn you a dvd!

Crosshair: *standing outside the Marauder* Hunter! I have brought you a hand drawn greeting card! It says “Roses are red. Posies are green. Sorry about Bracca, I was too mean. Your pal, Crosshair” :) Hunter: *walks out and shreds the card*

Hunter: Get up here. That’s an order! Tech: *salutes* Permission to defy order? Hunter: Permission denied! Tech: Then I deny your denial (sorry)

Echo: *watching Hunter and Wrecker, captured and surrounded by stormtroopers* Well this hardly seems fair Echo: *jumps in a walker and defeats them easily* Told you it wasn't fair

*Phee and Tech kiss* Omega: *eyes being covered by Hunter* awww Wrecker: Finally!

#lots of hunter and tech bc rico doesn’t really talk #honestly hunter is quite different from skipper but its still hilarious to imagine him saying his lines #the penguins are ICONIC #seriously whoever wrote their scripts went so hard #they have no right to be that witty and chaotic #i love them #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch incorrect quotes #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb phee #commander cody #the penguins of madagascar #tpom #skipper #kowalski #rico #private #hans the puffin #can i get an f in the chat for my boys manfredi and johnson #rip cody lol #his ep makes me cryy

[starrylothcat]

Quiet Love

Crosshair x Gender Neutral!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Crosshair pops the question 💍

Warnings: None? Feelings, some angst, sappiness. Softy soft Crosshair. Some kissy. Reader not described. AU Crosshair is on Pabu and wants to marry you. He deserves it. In the context of my fic a cycle = a year. 1200 words

Author’s Note: Idk I just have Crosshair feels. Song inspo when I was writing this: Eric’s Song by Vienna Teng 🫶

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also we need happier Crosshair gifs 😭😂

Strange how I fit into you // There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease // Strange how you fit into me // A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

The sun was sinking below the horizon, scattering magnificent hues of purples, pinks, and reds over the ocean. A slight breeze carried the smell of salty air and distant rain. Puffy thunderheads were forming high in the atmosphere, promising tropical showers.

You and Crosshair were sitting quietly, watching the sun disappear as stars blinked into existence above.

You were good at this, embracing stillness, savoring one another’s quiet presence.

After so long being at war, living in a Galaxy that was torn apart and was still being pieced back together, quiet is now calm.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

Four cycles have passed since you first saw Crosshair on the island.

Four cycles of being drawn to one another by an invisible force, filling the holes in your hearts that you never thought would close. Finding solace in one another’s company, finding forgiveness where you thought there was none.

He was afraid at first, when he realized his feelings for you. Frightened if he let you get close, his darkness and fears would spread like a disease and corrupt you. He was a broken man, his past still weighing heavy on his soul, even after the forgiveness of his family.

Slowly, the gracious and patient light that radiated from you burned through his shadows and he let you in. You both tread carefully at first, but as time went on, and more of his walls came down, the more he let himself fall for you.

Your love was a quiet one, but it was strong. It didn’t need to be loud.

Whether it was his hand on the small of your back when you were in public, or having a cup of caf ready for you in the morning exactly how you liked. How he’d worship your body behind closed doors, confessing his desires and need for you, quiet admissions from his heart, trusting you with his most vulnerable self.

Crosshair felt at his pocket as you sat, you not noticing as you watched the sunset. A ring was hidden in his pocket, something that he’s had for some time.

You held his heart and entire being in your hands. He knew you didn’t need a ring from him to realize his devotion to you. He didn’t either.

But you were willing to accept and help heal the heavy burden that was his heart and his love.

It was all he could do to let you know that you were his forever.

If you said yes.

A dark part of him wondered if this was all a dream, too good to be true. How could someone want to be with him, after all that he’s done? He wasn’t the best with words, but he was trying. He hoped it was enough.

You felt Crosshair’s arm snake around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him. He usually saved acts of affection like this when you were truly alone, but the veranda you had found was tucked away. You wouldn’t be bothered any time soon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your shoulders pressed together, the sun slowly fading in the distance. You looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s beautiful.” You uttered, bringing your hand over his that was draped over your shoulder.

“Hm.” Crosshair grunted in agreement, glancing down at you, the dimming sunlight casting a warm glow over your skin. You brushed your lips against his, content in this moment. Crosshair accepted your kiss, deepening it by leaning more toward you.

His hand that was free secretly slipped down to his side to his pocket. You didn’t notice what he was doing, too lost in his kiss. Crosshair pulled away from you, knowing it was now or never. His arm left your shoulder, leaning away from you slightly. That’s when you noticed he was holding something out to you in his hand.

You stared, taking a moment to realize what he was holding. It was small and shiny. You focused your eyes and realized it was a ring.

You gawked, trying to process what he was offering to you, and why.

The gears turned in your head, your mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words.

Was he…was this?

“C-Crosshair?” You whispered, your voice shaking, looking between him and the ring. “What…what is this?”

He didn’t say anything as you continued to gaze at the ring, not wanting to misinterpret the gesture.

“I’m not getting down on one knee if that’s what you’re expecting.” He grumbled, shifting in his seated position, waiting for your answer.

Tears filled the sides of your eyes, his words solidifying exactly what he was asking you.

And he was doing it in the most Crosshair way possible.

“Crosshair, are you asking me to marry you?” Your voice was hoarse, your heart pounding in your chest.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, yet his expression was soft.

“Yes, why else would I be giving this to you?”

He held the ring out further, gesturing for you to take it.

You gently took the ring from his hands, turning it in your fingers.

Embedded in the band was a jewel in your favorite color, catching the light of the setting sun.

“How long have you…?”

“Are you saying yes or not?”

You looked at him, seeing him intensely waiting, his eyes locked on yours. Was there a hint of nervousness deep in his eyes?

You gripped the ring in your hand, knowing your answer without a second thought. You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him into a flaming kiss.

“Yes! Crosshair, yes!” You gasped against his lips as his moved just as passionately against yours. You could swear you felt a weight lift off his shoulders, his body relaxing.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you kissed, his arms wrapping around you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away after what seemed like hours, realizing you were still grasping the ring in your hand.

“I love you.” You whispered as your lips left his. He squeezed you tighter. “I know.” You released him from your embrace, looking at the ring again in your hand, and looking back at him. You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face, though tears were still wetting your cheeks.

“Don’t get sappy on me.” He whispered, bringing a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

You huffed, grinning. “You’re calling me sappy?”

Crosshair chuckled, a rare small smile gracing his face, his sharp features softening momentarily.

“Well, are you going to put it on me properly?” You asked. Crosshair’s smile turned signature sly smirk as he took the ring from you.

With a gentleness only he could show you, Crosshair took your hand, sliding the ring on your finger.

It fit perfectly.

“Does anyone know?” You wondered, admiring how it looked, happiness flooding your entire being.

“Wrecker knows. Which means everyone does since he can’t keep a secret.”

You laughed as you leaned against him, both of you looking back at the sky, the sun now almost completely set. You placed your newly ringed hand on his thigh, his own hand covering yours.

You continued to sit silently, the last rays of light fading beyond the horizon. Nothing more needed to be said.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

@wanderer-six @pb-jellybeans

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[zoeykallus]

Hi! 👋🏻 I loved your bad batch fic with Hunter!

May I request one Hunter x reader please?

Something along the lines of angst and ends in fluff? She does something stupid on a mission or something that she believes risked all of them. She's all sad and angry at herself, nearly in tears. Shes convinced herself everyone is mad and disappointed in her, especially Hunter. Hunter comes and finds her. Hunter asks why she hasn't been talking to him. She says "Idk, you're angry with me ." But he says "I'm definitely not." Then "You should be." Then he comforts her.

I heard an audio like this on tiktok and I just cried 😭 but I know it would work so well for a fic.

Here's a bouquet of flowers 💐

Aloha! 😊

I'm not sure if I got this right, but I did something 😅

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Skipping Stones

Angsty/Comfort/Fluff/Strong Language

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"You had a job! One job and you blew it! The mission is fucked," Crosshair growls. His words cut deep; you're embarrassed enough as it is. You avoid his gaze, unable to meet it. Wrecker growls, "Calm down, Crosshair". Crosshair throws his arms in the air. "The mission is blown, that means we don't get paid". Echo says calmly but sternly, "This kind of thing happens occasionally, to all of us, calm down, give her a break" Tech adjusts his goggles and says, "Unforeseen things happen now and then, no need to get worked up" You are grateful for the intercession of others, but something is unsettling you. Crosshair continues to grumble, but Hunter doesn't say a word, he seems so brooding, it's almost worse than if he had reprimanded you. You search his gaze, but he is lost in thought. You finally withdraw from the others. You don't join dinner, nor do you join the others in general. "Does anyone know where she went?" asks Hunter finally, after not seeing you for hours. Wrecker tells him that he saw you leave the landing site and head for the lake nearby. Hunter sets out to find you and finds you sitting on the shore, watching you throw small stones into the water, watching them make small waves until the surface of the water calms down again.

Your thoughts are racing, playing what happened in your minds eye again and again. Gritting your teeth, feeling the sting of held back tears behind your eyes and the bridge of your nose.

He can sense the restlessness in you. You don't hear Hunter coming, and flinch in fright when he addresses you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. What are you doing out here by yourself all this time?" he asks, sitting down next to you on the grass by the lake shore. You suppress the sigh that automatically wants to cross your lips. "After I failed so magnificently today, and you didn't even look at me afterward, I thought maybe I should get out of your way." Hunter looks at you from the side, startled. You return his gaze and say, "You have every right to be angry."

He frowns, his expression softening a lot as he answers, "I'm not mad at all, at least not at you. It was unfortunate circumstances that led to this situation, it could have happened to any of us. Yes, I was a bit absent-minded after the mission, because in my mind I was trying to find a way to explain to our client what happened. It had nothing to do with you." "Crosshair doesn't see it that way. Maybe you should be angry." Hunter snorts and laughs softly, "Since when do you give a womp rat's ass about what Crosshair says? Didn't you say the other day that when our Sniper opens his mouth, all that comes out is sarcasm and venom?" You roll your eyes. "I'm just saying that to tease him, actually he and I get along fine. But today he was really pissed, and I can't even blame him." Hunter moves closer, gently puts an arm around you and kisses your temple. "He'll calm down. None of us are really mad at you, and certainly not me, sweetheart. Like I said, this could have happened to any of us, don't worry, love." He rummages through the rocks on the shore beside him, picks one up and says, "And now I'll show you how to do it right"

You blink, surprised about the sudden change of topic. Deftly, Hunter takes a swing and skips the flat stone over the surface of the water, at least five times. "How do you do that?" you ask, surprised. He grins at you, stands up and helps you to your feet as well.

"I'll show you if you promise to stop pouting and come back to the shuttle with me afterward". You look at him, hesitant, as he holds your gaze with his, testing and hoping. "I don't know..." Hunter kisses your cheek and whispers, "Come on, sweetie, do me this favor." With a sigh and a lopsided smile, you finally give in. Hunter grins with satisfaction. He picks up a flat stone and places it in your hand. "First of all, the stone needs to be as flat as possible". Hunter shows you the angle and posture, guiding your hand and arm. But you drop the stone back into the grass and lean into his arms. Hunter laughs softly, "You seem unfocused to me" and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck. The touch of his warm lips, tingles under your skin. You sigh in relief, just enjoying his closeness and the warmth of his body against yours. "Are you okay again?" he asks gently, leaning his cheek against yours. "I'm fine" "Are you sure?" You smile and say, "Pretty sure".

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

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[thrawns-babygirl]

Spicy Crosshair HC's

Some random thots I had that I wanted to subject the internet to. I proofread these but let me know if anything doesn't make sense. As usual 18+ Minors DNI!!! let me know what you think and send some asks or messages if there is anything that you wanna read. I'm just screaming into the void at this point because I'm violently horny for fictional men

Warnings: Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Weapons Kink, Dom/Sub, Pain Play. I tired to keep it entirely GN so let me know if I slipped up at all.

This first one is basically not even a headcanon its just canon, I think we can all agree that Cross has an oral fixation. He LOVES going down on you. Time and location don’t matter if he can get on his knees for you he absolutely will. Also loves sucking on your nipples or fingers as well, anything he can get his mouth on.

Hardcore Dom Crosshair is hot af, but what about bratty switch Crosshair you have to wrestle submission from? It’s not an all the time thing, and he definitely prefers being the dom in the bedroom, but every now and then he will let you take the reins after making you fight for them and absolutely destroy him until he’s a panting mess on his bunk.

While he’s on top, he absolutely has a praise kink. Hearing how well his cock makes you feel is a drug to him that he cant get enough of. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel so good, pulling all those sounds from you while his hips piston you into next week has him hurling towards his end faster than he would ever admit. When he’s on the bottom however? Absolutely adores being called horrid names. He’s a little slut and he knows it, and he LOVES being reminded of that fact.

Specifics:

Overstimulation: This man absolutely has a superiority/competency complex and will take any chance he gets to remind you of that fact by making you cum more times than you’re physically able to. Gruff whispers of “come on you can give me one more, can’t you?” and “That’s it no one else’s cock can make you feel this good can they? Come on answer me” accompany the drag of his length through your walls. He however, also adores being overstimulated by you. Watching you gag on his cock after he’s already spilled in your mouth while the line between pain and pleasure is blurring is a massive turn on for him.

Masochism: On that note, he loves a bit of pain play. From your nails raking across his scalp or down his back in an intense session, to impact play while he’s the sub for the night, pain makes his cock impossibly harder. Sometimes while you’re seated on top of him you can dig your nails into his chest and feel his cock twitch and throb inside you as you run your nails down his chest leaving thin red lines in their wake.

Weapons/Gun Kink: The most important possession he owns, literally means the difference between life and death for his squad out on the field, its his calling in life, the reason he was created. So watching you get off with it? Grinding on the barrel or having it inside you is a sight he can’t get enough of.  

Praise Kink/Degradation Kink: Depending on his mood or the scene, this man either wants to be praised for his magnificent cock and performance or he wants to be told he’s good for nothing other than his cock messing up your insides. It’s a bit of a coin flip on any given day, but a good mix of the two sends him into another dimension of pleasure. He wants to be your perfect living dildo.

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[rendomski]

"Evaar'la Vod" (New Brother) by lunarshadow

I have a soft spot for the cadet years' Bad Batch fanfiction. For an older geek it is hard not to be moved by a story of the boys who are outcasts among their own – and the situation of "their own", regular clone cadets bred and trained solely for war, is far from ideal in itself.

"Evaar'la Vod" (New Brother) by lunarshadow is a very good piece of cadet Bad Batch fanfiction. The story of the new brother, Crosshair, joining the rest of the Batch is told from Tech's perspective.

Crosshair here, mere CT-9904 at this point, is far from the personality we know and love but is still an undersocialized and traumatised boy (alright, maybe not so far…). Tech becoming an older brother for him like Hunter and Wrecker were for Tech, is so heartwarming to follow. This relationship does good to both of them; Tech's anxiety hits the roof when he thinks he's doing something wrong but the boost of confidence and happiness when he realises he is on the right track is priceless 😍.

An associative illustration, art by magnificent @shyranno 🙂

There is not much action in this fic, mostly routine and psychological studies. But on the other hand, it's Kamino, a place where children are experimented on and punished, and critical failures are flushed down the drain. So, the joy and cuteness of following the kid!Batch is dimmed by the constant strain and pain for these kids who are hurt and threatened regularly. Plus, they are outcast kids. At some point I was tempted to say that the cruelty of the "regs" is overrepresented here - but having undergone a similar experience myself in my teenage years I know that at the moment you focus only on the bullies, active aggressive minority, and don't notice the rest of the crowd that are not that bad at all; and we see everything from Tech's point of view here.

And the boys are not totally on their own here. In this fic, they have Ninety-Nine as a mentor, on whose help they can rely time after time, and one can be only glad for all of them. While Hunter and Wrecker are good older bros, they are children themselves and in need of guidance and reassurance ❤️.

Tech's perspective in this fic should absolutely be pointed out. The author does an excellent job describing the psychology of an autistic child, full of anxiety and fixation on details that would seem trivial to the outsider. I can almost recognise some of my neurodivergent friends, who can be meticulous and persistent to the point of annoyance.

A must-read, if you like this type of TBB fanfiction 😉.

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[danceswithsporks]

Awake-Preview

Part of the Complete Series

Crosshair x Innkeeper Reader

Authors note: Was working on a special scene for Warms final part and uhh…got some ideals for Awake so. Here ya go. Just a small taste of what to expect. ;)

18+ MINORS DNI!

Crosshair smirked as he looked at you laying across the bed wrapped in a towel. It seemed you had taken the opportunity to shower while he had run out to get breakfast. You laid on your stomach with your back towards him, your delicate finger swiping through your datapad as you looked for a new book to read. A breeze from the ocean blew through the open windows of your room and you hummed softly at the magnificent feeling. Cross watched your head turn and lay on the bed, your eyes closed and a smile on your face.

The wind felt amazing on your warm body as you air-dried from your hot shower. The night before had been amazing with Crosshair, every time was amazing with him. But something about last night had been so carnal, so raw. Sure your body was sore in some spots but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want another round with him. You were enjoying the feeling of the wind when suddenly you felt the familiar rough fingers of the sniper of your imagination running up the back of your leg. “Mmmm, Crosshair.”

His fingers stopped at the base of your ass that peaked out from your towel. “Kitten, you do this just for me?” Fingers slid beneath the towel and with a tug, he pulled the towel from your body. Earning a squeak from you.

“For you, for me, a little of both.” You felt his hand grip your ass tightly before continuing to slide up the middle of your back. A shiver ran through your spine and you heard Crosshair chuckle, cheeky bastard. A sigh left your lips as you opened your eyes while his fingers ran across your cheek. “I hope you don’t expect more sex without some kind of offering.”

Cross smirked at you as he placed the to-go box of food from the tea shop down. “Heard these were your favorite.” He watched as your hand reached out for the tea. With a smirk, he grabbed your hand and leaned down. “There is a delivery fee, of course.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” When Cross nodded you hummed and pressed your lips against his. You felt him trying to deepen the kiss and with a sly smile, you pulled back. “Now I may be wrong. But it doesn’t take that long to get my order from the tea shop.”

Maker, your lips were a divine gift from the stars themselves. Every time he kissed you, he wanted more. Usually, he could get more, but today it seemed you wanted to play with him first. “You’re right. Had to swing by Echos and pick something up.”

Rolling onto your back, you watched as Cross practically licked his lips at the sight of your nude body. “Eyes up here, sniper.” Your finger hooked under his chin and forced him to look at you. “What did you pick up?” You sipped the warm tea carefully, allowing the flavors to hit your tongue in the most wonderful way. You watched as he pulled a small pouch from his pocket and passed it to you.

“Little treat for both of us.” His brown eyes watched as you reached into the bag and pulled the small chain out. A few charms dangled from it and he waited for you to look at them.

A silver bracelet hung from the tips of your fingers. Turning it, you looked closer at the charms and realized they spelled out his name. “A bracelet with your name, huh? Worried people don’t already know I’m yours?”

Cross smirked as he took the bracelet from you and moved to pull your leg towards him. Slowly, he peppered kisses down your leg while dragging the cool bracelet across your skin. He watched as you let out a small whine at the feeling. “Not a bracelet.” Your eyebrow went up at his remark and that made him chuckle as he unlatched the chain and wrapped it around your ankle before placing it on his shoulder. “There, now when I fuck this lovely cunt of yours, I’ll hear my name jingling in my ear.” His hand tightened around your ankle. “While you scream it out.”

A shuddering breath left your body as he spoke. That was by far the sexiest thing you’d ever had a man say to you. You shook your ankle to test the sound as you purred his name. The way his eyes practically rolled in the back of his head let you know he adored that sound. “Maybe we should give this a try then, Crosshair.” Raising your finger to him, you slowly beckoned for him to kiss you once more.

“Mmm, you don’t need to ask me twice.” Leaning forward, Cross bent your body in half and kissed you deeply before leaning back and nipping the inside of your ankle. Slowly he kissed his way up the inside of your leg and to your waiting core.

Your eyes watched him carefully as he dipped beneath your hip and licked a slow warm strip across your heat. A long sigh left your lips as your head fell back into the pillow. “Fuck, Cross.”

Brown eyes looked over your mound and up at you and he smirked. “That’s what I’m trying to do, Kitten. Now hold still and let me eat, I’m starving.” Reaching up, he placed his hand on your stomach and pushed your arching body down. Cross hummed as he felt your hand run against his scalp. The sounds of your moans filled the room as he lapped at your core.

“Can you at l-least take your clothes off as well? Th-that way I can enjoy ahhh.” Your body tried to arch as he sucked your clit hard, stopping your words in their tracks. His strong hand pushed your body back down and you whined at the pure strength within him.

“What was that, kitten?” Cross took a moment to look back at you. “You want me naked too?” When you nodded, he smirked and sat up. In one swift movement, his shirt was off and he leaned back to begin work on his pants. To his delight, you sat up as well.

You batted your eyes at him before slowly crawling across the bed and dipping your fingers into the waist of his pants. “Mmm, let me help you with these, Sniper.” Leaning forward, you kissed the trail of hair that led from his belly button down to his member which was currently begging to be freed.

Cross bit his lip as he felt your succulent lips against his skin. “Is that included in my room fee, innkeeper?”

“No, but I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement.” Your teeth took the top of his pants between them and you pulled back gently, knowing that the clone before you was enjoying the sight of you on all fours.

“Mmm, I know we can.”

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[nahoney22]

Hey love! Wanted to pop in and say I fucking love the shit you post, it gives me life honestly even when everything is rough rn. But I wanted to ask how our beloved batches react and or join in to their SO who is a dancer. But instead it’s a different style for each such as Tango for sweetly techy, ballet for Crosshair, Pop/Hiphop for Hunter, 1950s (correct me if I’m wrong) swinging for wrecker, and jazz for echo. I’d just die from having a SO who is a dancer since I myself can no longer do it to medical stuff, but once again I love you and I hope to see more of your work! MUCH LOVE ❤️

Thanks you for the request and kind words. So sorry this has took forever! It’s been lost in my drafts ☹️♥️ enjoy @nativeomega369

Dancing Shoes

𐄁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

You were a dancer before you met your significant other and you were eager to show them exactly what you can do.

warnings: none, fluffy goodness

A/N - I am in no way shape or form a dancer so please don’t be an arse if I don’t know all the technical terms to some dances. I’m allowing my love of Strictly Come Dancing to give me ideas.

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𐄁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

Jazz

When he first ever saw you perform he was enamoured and fell hard and fast.

You were a show performer at one of the Jazz themed bars they have on coruscant and one of the main leading dancers.

From the way your expressions shifted with every move, how you could elegantly yet powerfully walk with your shoulders rolled back… it was magnificent for him and he had to ask you out.

Unfortunately due to his accident, his confidence dwindled. Often he would have joined in dancing with you when you were both alone years ago and he actually became rather good at dancing. For now however, he was just fine watching you with a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’re amazing, mesh’la.”

You’re hoping one day he will dance with you again.

🪩 Hunter

Hip Hop

When you first approached Hunter about incorporating dance into his fitness regimes he thought you were joking. However when one day you brought out a radio Tech created and played some lively hip hop music he realised how little you were joking.

“I don’t dance.” He tells you with his arms crossed and you can only grin and shake your head at him at how easy it is for him to dismiss ideas.

“Well it’s a good job I used to. Watch me and just copy.” So he takes a step back and watches you. Admittedly, he thought you were going to make a fool out of yourself. Since you were not very hand-eye coordinated and had walked into too many walls to count, he was expecting a disaster.

How wrong he was.

Your body was locking in places he didn’t know you could lock, he watched in sheer amazement as you managed to (on beat to the music as well) roll up into a one handed handstand. All the while you looked so good doing it. Once the song ended, you turned to him to see his mouth hanging wide open and stuttering over his words.

Eventually he managed to say, “I didn’t know you could move like that.” He gapes at you, watching you brush the sweat off your brow and he could hear how fast your heart had accelerated.

“I’m a little rusty but I feel so pumped! You sure you don’t want to try and dance with me?”

After what he witnessed and very doubtful he could be as good as you, he saw the benefits and joy in it so from then on merged some hiphop dancing with you into his morning workouts.

🪩 Wrecker

Swing

It was such a joy for you when Wrecker said he wanted to try and learn dancing with you. He knew you could dance and had seen you dance with your dance partner back on your home planet so he wanted more than anything to learn with you.

He told you that ‘since you’re coming with us, I don’t want you to stop dancing forever!’

As Wrecker was a gentle giant, with you anyway, it was not really a surprise that he was considerably flat footed and would stomp his feet when he danced. He would grumble how he didn’t know the difference between a rock step and a triple step and would curse at himself when giving you the wrong hand. But you never complained. You were just lucky to have someone dance swing with you.

He was eager to try and do some lifts with you but you had a feeling it was to show off his strength more than anything. You felt safe with him, of course, but you certainly would not attempt these lifts in front of others as it could be dangerous and very embarrassing if he were to drop you.

His favourite dance move was doing a back to back lift/flip with you. There was something fun in him being able to lift you backwards and flip you over his head carelessly because he knew you would be able to make it look good and it wasn’t majorly dangerous.

🪩 Crosshair

Ballet

He’s not a dancer and did not care for it. Until he met you.

Crosshair never knew you could dance until he walked in on you with a pair of headphones on doing the most mystical looking spins and elegant jumps he had ever seen. At the time you weren’t dating so he teased you a little for ‘prancing around’ but he had secretly hoped he would walk in on you dancing again.

When you did start dating you did ask Crosshair if he would ever do Ballet with you and he practically scoffed in your face. Whilst your face dropped he panicked at how rude he was and apologised. “I’m sorry cyare, it’s just not something I would be interested in.”

It did sting a little and thought it was a shame since Crosshair had the perfect lean and tall physique for a ballet dancer. But, you never stopped from doing your love of dance. After all, you had trained on your home planet for years and years. Why stop now?

One evening you’re all staying in a rather luxurious hotel on Naboo thanks to a mission going amazingly well and you were in awe to see that it had a theatre room with a large stage where they would sometimes put on shows.

Now, you’re a mischievous one and snuck out of yours and Cross’ room that night and swiped up your ballet slippers and clothes and headed straight to the stage.

Crosshair had stirred awake once he heard the door close to the room and he waited a few minutes before following after you, curious as to where you were going.

He pauses outside the door to the theatre room once he hears classical music playing from within. He had not seen you dance since he walked in on you that one time months ago so was more than eager not to get caught.

As he watches you once he sneaks in, he’s in awe. If he is to be honest as well, he is quite emotional.

You looked so elegant that you made every move so effortlessly. Although he didn’t want to take part in it he had heard you talk about different positions such as pirouettes and arabesques. He thought they sounded silly but he didn’t realise how difficult they looked either. The sheer strength in your core and feet were second to one and once the music ended and you stopped, he made his presence known by clapping aloud.

You’re startled and almost horrified until you realised it was Crosshair who had been watching you from the back.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

🪩 Tech

Tango

“What are you watching, darling? Is that you?” Tech didn’t mean to pry into your personal space but when he sees you watching a dance clip on your holopad and sees you, he’s widely curious.

You smile and nod. “It is. I used to dance back home.”

“I was not aware you were a dancer. A seemingly good one at that.” He compliments, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose as he leans over your shoulder to watch.

“Thanks Tech. I miss it.”

He raised a brow at you. “Why do you not continue?”

“Nobody to dance with. The Tango isn’t so great to dance if there’s only one of you.” You sigh, clicking off the video and placing it back on the control panel before standing. “Anyway, I’m too busy looking after you lot.”

Tech watches you leave and in an instant hatches up a plan to make sure you continue to do the thing you love.

When you’re about to head out for a mission, Hunter pulls you aside and tells you that you and Tech need to do repairs to the ship.

“But we did it yesterday? What could have possibly been broken now?” You frown, crossing your arms.

“The uh, hyperdrive is faulty. We’ll be back soon anyway.” He tells you and by his tone you know he’s up to something.

So, you let him go and join Tech up in the cockpit once called for help.

What you weren’t expecting however was to see him suited up and had a hand outstretched to you. You’re almost shocked for words.

“W-what are you doing?” You question with slightly wide eyes.

“I am hoping you will accompany me while dancing the Tango with me. Albeit I’ll need some lessons and advice on how to perform. Research has left me confused as there appears to be more than one type of dance.” He explains and you’re almost overcome with emotion.

Gladly, you take his hand. “You want to dance with me?”

“I don’t see why not? I am interested in your hobbies just as much as you are in mine.” He grins, pulling you close and straightens his posture. After all, he did his research. “So, where do we begin?”

You’re surprised to say the least but pleasantly. Alas, you put him in the correct hold and for some reason being pressed to him sent chills up and down your arms. You never thought this would interest him so you were happy to see him take note of your words and move with you.

With a renowned new power and stride, Tech felt his confidence increase with every step and once you applied music to the lesson, he only realised how sensual the dance was as well.

He couldn’t help but gaze at your face, so strong and powerful looking that it was extremely attractive. You allowed him to caress your body, his breathing getting a little ragged as you both expressed your seeming emotions in synchronised movements.

As the music descends to its finish, your arched your back and elongated your straight leg back as Tech kept a protective hold onto you.

“You’re a good teacher, darling.” He says breathlessly, pulling you back flush to him and you peck him on the lips, grateful.

“And I have a mighty good student.”

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

Requests are Open. Please read my Masterlist at the bottom to see what I won’t write about to avoid disappointment. Please also tell me if you’d like female, male or gender neutral reader and if you’d like NSFW or SFW. Thanks ♥️

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[paperback-rascal]

I've noticed a lot of Polish stuff in your posts (niech żyje kraj cebuli) but never with bear Wojtek. If normal troopers would work with dogs I believe Bad Batch would definitely fit as the group that adopts a bear cub. Wrecker would totally play tug-o-war with him

Dogs are very prevalent in pop-culture in regards to military than any other animals (and those animals still play a major role in such institutions), however I saw lots of photos of cats on ships/navy vessels, also I’ve read about how rats help sappers clear minefields [LINK] - so I guess it depends on a possible primary job of an animal within the military (secondary is, always, boosting morale).

I mentioned corporal Wojtek in one of my earlier posts [LINK], however it was in passing as he wasn’t a focus of the story, so I’m not surprised it went unnoticed.

I have in my plans to draw Wojtek-inspired artwork with either Hardcase (he is a madman - he would totally wrestle a BEAR), Rex or Anakin wrestling such a creature. However, I think Wrecker would not only wrestle with the space!bear every chance he got, he would be the only clone trooper close enough to actually win such a play-fight!

I can see CF99 adopting such an animal (surprisingly... Crosshair became it’s primary handler and yes, he was feeding the cub milk out of the booze bottle like Wojtek was) but upon seeing how fast and how big it was growing they decided they all won’t fit in such a small vessel like Havoc Marauder. They considered giving the creature away to a space!ZOO (Tech’s idea). They didn’t even had a chance to do so, as 501st, upon seeing such a magnificent creature (and trained to do certain tasks!) just took the space!bear - it’s theirs now.

No take backs.

You can visit it, though!

After the all that time after transfer, the creature would still recognize TBB. It’s the most happy seeing them and they love their space!bear as well so they try to visit it as much as possible.

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read more about Wojtek here -> [LINK] <- or see a very informative YT video about the corporal here -> [LINK] <-

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

Corporal Wojtek is an actual WWII Polish soldier, albeit a BEAR!

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[slippery-domjot-balls]

DS9 S3 E12 Part 1 and Part 2 "Past Tense"

So....I watched these episodes for the first time about one month ago. This is not a review of the episode, but a quick look at some things I enjoyed. I just realized the play on words of the episode title....past......tense.....Past.....Tense.....PAST TENSE. Got it. Good!

Anyway, Jadzia looks professional and ready to mingle in the suit, very flattering, even the feather is great. It looks just different enough to feel unfamiliar to our 2020s, but similar to the point we recognize the potential trends humanity could have experienced and maybe still should.

I love the refined silly look! Hair is fantastic. Great job everyone! High fives all around.

Look at that vest! Can there be too many stripes? NOPE. And before you ask, yes those stripes go ALL the way down girl. All the way. Whoever decided that our vests need to be tailored to be worn upside down is an innovative magician. The fabric beneath that is also wonderful. Looks paisley in design? Either way it is beautiful!

Just look at that smile! No wonder Worf fell in love with Jadzia just like many others before him and all of us viewers! Magnificent molars!

Geometric fashion was really cutting edge....heheheh....

However, art did was not done any favor by that odd Tron Crosshair throwback thing. Maybe it is the Bell Riot Era version of retro? it isn't terrible, but would you hang that on the wall of your 2020s AU penthouse suite? Would you though? I genuinely don't know if you would, so please tell me because I have to decorate in an hour.

You might think that hot fashion would not be allowed in the slums and that the Sanctuary does not permit hotties to dress as provocateurs', but you would be wrong. Julian is sporting a lovely horizontal stripe vest that fits perfectly with his heavy hoodie. He looks VERY comfortable against the concrete.

Julian cannot steal the spotlight though. He might be Garak's main squeeze, but Ben Sisko steps aside for no one. Flannel is the future people.

Perfect outdoor wear for a BBQ with the family or for saving timelines from suffering, Sisko stands front and center showing off a delicious cutoff flannel top with the breast pockets needed for snacks. His overalls also boast great maneuverability and certainly flatter his glutes.

Commanding a room has never been so chic. But we still need to enjoy Kira and Miles.

Do you know why Miles needs to wear such a HUGE belt? It is because he carries so many tools in his pockets. The man is a walking toolbox I swear. You might think that the two tone top is common place in Star trek, and you would be right. But wrapped around the unmatched muscle of O'Brien we get a sight that captured Keiko from day one. Manly magnificence on the bridge!!! Let's take a closer look at Kira. She is always worth it.

No one else could pull off nose tape with such panache and flair! She is a beauty. I think I am smitten! Short hair has never looked better than it does right now. Her knitted vest draws out the color in her hair. The bag she wears proves that she totally snuck a disrupter to the past.....probably. She is always ready for action.

Rest up you lovely man. You deserve it. The purple pjs just work. They make sense since Sisko is DS9 royalty.

OH THERE IT IS! My favorite mug! That thing shows up sometimes and I guarantee Sisko bought that from a gift shop on the promenade.

When all is said and done Star Trek is about fashion. This is a fashion show disguised as the best science fiction franchise ever made.

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[starwarsnerd111]

The Bad Batch x Fem!Clone!Reader - Part of the team (P1)

Hello, this is my second fanfic! WOO!! Enjoy I guess.

Warnings ~ None.

Reader is female clone and uses she/her pronouns. (I'll make a Male and NB story later!)

Y/N - Your Name

496 words

You were a female clone. You were the last of the enhanced clones to be made. You had enhanced strength, a sharp eye, enhanced senses and a magnificent brain. You also never were given the formula to make you grow faster, but you didn't mind. You have never heard of or met the bad batch before, and that caused you to get even more confused as the other normal clones began picking on you for it.

One day, you were in the cafeteria, holding your food and finding an empty table to sit at. As you walked, the normal clones laughed at you and called you different names. You were never bothered by it, but a certain group of clones were. They shared quick glances at each-other before turning back to you.

You sat down at an empty table, ignoring the other clones as they made fun of you. You snapped your head up when you heard footsteps coming your way. You saw 5 clones in dark armor coming your way.

"Mind if we sit here?" The supposed leader of the group - who had a skull tattoo - asked you.

You shook your head, "No, go ahead. I don't mind." You mentally prepared yourself for more insults being thrown your way, as the clones sat down.

"I'm Hunter, this is Echo, Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker." Hunter said, gesturing to each clone as he said their name.

You nodded. "I'm Y/N." Hunter nodded. "What're you doing on Kamino, Kid? Don't you have... Parents or something?"

You looked at him, confused. "Parents? I'm just a clone like you."

The 5 clones looked at you with a mix of emotions varying from baffled, curious and disbelief. "That's not possible." Echo shook his head.

 You frowned. "It's true. My CT number is CT-9905."

Tech looked at you. "I've heard about a female clone that was created a few years ago. Are you that clone?" You nodded with a smile. "Yep!"

Hunter looked at Tech then back at you. "Alright, I believe you kid."

Echo looked at you. "You said your number was CT-9905? Doesn't that mean you're supposed to be part of the Bad Batch?" Hunter nodded slowly.

You looked at him, confused. "Bad Batch? What's that?"

Wrecker looked at you, "You've never heard of us before!?"

You shook your head with a frown. "I haven't, sorry."

Hunter frowned. "Well, if you like, we can convince the Kaminoins to get you in our squadron."

You smiled and nodded. "Okay! I've never been part of a squad before."

Hunter looked at his brothers, to see if it was okay with them. All nodded slightly, except for Crosshair, who was ignoring the others.

"Alright kid, after the meal, you can come with us."

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