*baby Keida toddles along, tentatively*
Crosshair: *to Delana* Look, hon.
Crosshair: The baby’s taking her first—
Baby Keida: *runs up and strangles Asher*
Crosshair: …Life.
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Soft!Crosshair thots I have:
Him wearing cotton t-shirts
Nursing him back to health when he gets a cold--he pretends to hate the attention but he loves being wrapped in a blanket and being fed chicken soup
Humming when he cleans his rifle
Doing his peculiar nose scrunch when he's focusing
Letting his beard grow out because his partner likes it
Hugging pillows when he has to sleep alone
Hugging his partner when he sleeps next to them
Taking naps on a hot afternoon
Playing the acoustic guitar at night
Hugging his partner from behind while they cook
Forehead touches
Him loving kisses on his cheeks
Falling asleep on the couch with his partner
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Part 1
Echo having the last decision is my life, Shyranno's and zaana draws something similar addressed to Omega (I recommend their art, very pretty). I like that Echo is the big brother in domestic situations.
Hunter also needs someone to take care of him and who better for the job than Echo.
I like to draw them and other Clones having a normal life, as it could have been after the war, I imagine it could be difficult or confusing for them, they would go from soldiers to children, since having 10 to 13 years of experience is nothing.
But they never gave us a chance to see that, they were taken out of our hands.
If you have a funny or random interaction that you had with your brothers or friends, I'm willing to draw it, just tell me who you want me to draw them with ;)
I'm all ears.
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When We Are Worms.
Pre-Order-66!Crosshair x F!Reader (No Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, because Crosshair. Sleepy-Grumpy Crosshair. I can't imagine Crosshair being a lovey-dovey guy, so he's awkward and kind of a grumpy bitch. Sorry not sorry.
Summary: Crosshair and his lover talk about their theoretical life as worms instead of getting much needed sleep.
A/N: Yes I did just write a one-shot where worm-life is a metaphor for freedom. I hate how proud I am of this.
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Being a clone was a shitty way to live. Being an experiment was even worse. From the moment Crosshair was "born", he was raised on the expectation to be perfect. He was never allowed privacy, or a good meal, or even the chance to choose his own passions. He hated it. He hated that no matter how much he hated it, he couldn't imagine what else he could do. He wasn't exactly fit to be a cook, or a mechanic, or any other boring civie job. He had come to accept that no matter how much he wished, he could never be anything but a clone. A soldier. Property.
But not to her. To her, he was everything. A loving man who was good, smart, and funny. A man who she could imagine loving in any galaxy. A man who, if not for their unfortunate circumstances, she would have already married and taken far from this war.
Moments like this made it all worth it. Moments where his brothers were out, and it was just the two of them alone on the Marauder on a cool night. Where she lay next to him with her head on his chest, resting quietly while his hand stroked her bare arm. Moments where, for a second, they could be a normal couple. No war, no politics, no intruding-brothers. They were just two lovers, enjoying the presence of each other and the comfort their silence provided.
They were both beginning to drift into much-needed sleep when she broke the quiet.
“I just thought of something.” She said, lifting her head off his chest as if she had reached a brilliant conclusion.
“How unfortunate.” Crosshair mumbled. He didn’t even bother to open his eyes.
She thought for a moment, and then settled back onto his chest to look into his eyes. “Cross?” She asked quietly.
She only received a sleepy hum in response.
“You love me right? No matter what?” This finally got some of his attention. His eyes opened and met her own with confusion.
After a moment to come up with a sarcastic comment, he settled for, “It would appear that way, mesh’la.” He seemed satisfied with his nonchalant answer and laid his head back on the pillow, allowing his eyes to close once again.
“What if I was a worm?”
By now he accepted that he wasn’t going to sleep for a while. His eyes snapped open, with a furrowed brow and confused look in his eye. “What?”
“Would you love me if I was a worm?”
“Why the fuck would you be a worm?”
She couldn't help but giggle at his response to the illogical question.
“I dunno, weirder things have happened.” She thinks for a minute, trying to imagine a plausible scenario that involves turning her into a slithering creature. “What if one day I’m cursed by an evil witch, and I’m condemned to worm-dom for the rest of my life?”
Crosshair hums sarcastically, as if what she’d suggested was just as likely as getting an ingrown toenail. “Depends. Am I a worm too? It’d feel kind of zoophilist if I were still human.”
Despite the absurdity of the conversation, his words made her heart swell. She lifted her head from his chest and propped herself up on her elbows. “You’d want to be a worm with me?” She gasped.
He found it odd that such a conversation could still leave her enamored with him. He swore he could say anything and she’d still find the sweetest meaning behind it. Then again, she saw the good in everyone.
“I mean.. I would prefer it to being a human in love with a worm. What if I stepped on you?” She was sure she’d never been more in love with him.
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.” She whispered, placing a kiss to his nose.
“Clearly I need to step up my game, then.” She settled back onto his chest and continued imagining their lives as a squiggly object. As Crosshair finally allowed his eyes to drift shut..
“Where would we dig our hole?”
A sigh. “Seriously?”
“I’d want to dig it by the lakes on Naboo. Peaceful, moist..” While she was in dreamland, he grimaced at the repulsive ‘m’ word.
“Naboo would be a horrible idea. Tech told me Gungans use worms as garnishes. Alderaan would be better. It’s easier to raise wormlets when they’re not being eaten.”
She could have sworn she felt her heart stop beating for a few moments. "Wormlets?"
He shrugged. "I dunno, whatever the fuck baby worms are called."
He turned his eyes from the ceiling to look at her. To his surprise, he could spot tears in her eyes. Immediately, he thought he had overstepped. "I-I'm sorry. I know kids aren't.. can't happen for us."
She shook her head and blinked her tears away. "No! No, I'd love that. I just.. Well, I didn't know that was something you wanted.. Do you?"
A sorrowful sigh escaped his lips. "Maybe one day." He stretched his neck to place a chaste kiss to her hair. With as much love as he could muster after the exhausting events of the day, he whispered to her, "When we're worms."
He never thought he would say that to his lover..
"When we're worms." She repeated with a smile on her face. Satisfied, she snuggled closer to his chest and allowed herself to sleep.
Crosshair, on the other hand, found himself too pleased with the thought of the future to allow him to sleep.
One day, when the war had ceased to exist, or at least ceased to involve them, they would become worms, and dig their happy hole, in the softest of dirt, and safest of fields. Someplace where they could have as many wormlets as they want, and where no crow or gungan could disrupt their peace. One day, when they become worms, they would live as the happiest worms that ever squiggled. He was sure of it.
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THE WAY CROSSHAIR CLICKED HIS TONGUE AT BATCHER
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clone movie night 🎥🍿✨: grease
- tech is pissed off the entire movie. WHY IS THE CAR FLYING 🔈⁉️⁉️
- “it’s just a movie tech, it’s not real”
- crosshair + fox are trying to fight off the demonic urge to just inhale a pack of cigs, they don’t even blink
- wrecker and hardcase are singing along any chance they get. they don’t really know the words, but they’ve got the spirit!
- fives is also singing along. loudly. off key.
- echo has a full bachelors degree in 70s and 80s movies. he is considering disowning fives.
- grease is bly’s favourite movie. hopelessly devoted is HIS song, he doesn’t miss a note. can’t say the same for everyone else though.
- hopelessly devoted can be heard from down the street when it comes on. a chorus of tired/drunk clones fill the sky with song 🎶🎶
- “i’m going to bed i’ve had enough of this shit” - a third of them after hopelessly devoted is finished.
- dogma doesn’t really know what’s going on but he’s happy to be there.
- cody and hunter literally don’t know what’s going on they’ve had so much to drink. just to cope with this movie.
- obiwan supplied the drinks after cody told them they were watching grease.
- howzer is insanely jealous of danny’s hair. he basically adopts danny’s personality after watching the film for a solid 3 days.
- “you look like an absolute twat” - crosshair
- waxer and rex are actively trying to keep omega out of the room because the rating is PG, not G
- omega is smuggled in through tup’s hoodie. mayday and wolffe help keep her hidden.
- “what have you got there??” “chips” “share?” “piss off”
- “i dance better than that!” - jesse. he really can’t. mans has two left feet.
- kix and hound are incredibly sad to have missed movie night this week. they LOVE grease.
- slick and boil are not. they hate grease with an active passion. but they’re unfortunately stuck on the couch grumbling throughout the movie.
- waxer and thire practice their moves throughout the movie. they think they’re absolutely killing it, and for the most part are, but omega nearly blows her cover laughing at them.
- ponds is the first to get popcorn. he doesn’t sit down again until he’s finished running kitchen errands for everyone else. it’s an hour and a half into the movie by then.
- gregor is clapping, he’s singing, he’s dancing, it’s love at first sight for gregor. for the rest of the week he’s blasting grease songs. this is the only movie he can sit through aside from charlie and the chocolate factory.
- wolffe doesn’t dare move. he can’t let everyone know he’s watched grease 50 times over. he mustn’t.
- “SIT DOWN FOR KRIFF’S SAKE” - wolffe at some point
- “…. thought you hated gr-“ “SHUT THE FUCK UP”
- snoring can be heard in the last 20 minutes of the movie. everyone is passed out afterwards.
- except for omega, gregor, echo, and surprisingly fox. fox and gregor, both insanely drunk, are basically reenacting the movie on the lawn. omega and echo are laughing at them, joining in on the occasional number.
- “10 more minutes echo please!” “fine, only because i’m too tired to argue with you rn”
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there is just not enough crosshair fluff on here!!!! i’m going to take matters into my own hands!!!!
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Not sure if anyone has rec'd this one yet--actually I don't care if they have it definitely deserves all the recs--but 'Ad'ika' by Kihvod is a really superb post-Plan 99 Dad!Tech fic. (Spoilers for the Bad Batch Season 2 Finale apply.) A really great take on the fallout and how it would go. Loving it so far.
archiveofourown.org/works/46332799/chapters/116652448
I read the first chapter and THIS IS SO SOFT MY GOD. "Self indulgent fluff" is an UNDERSTATEMENT. I love how Tech's shown to be adjusting to parenthood and how he sees things differently through his kid's eyes. And the mentions of how Phee started driving the small changes within him (not to change him, but in the ways people adjust to one another and learn to fit together). It's just so gentle and lovely and a pleasant comfort in these trying times.
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
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Some Crosshair fluff bc I 1) literally cannot control myself, and 2) needed to write some short and sweet fluff after the hectic week of work that I had.
Enjoy! <3
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Drawing inspired by the penultimate chapter of @kaydear's modern AU Bad Batch fic. It's one of those wonderful moments where the writing gave me such a strong visual that I couldn't wait to get it on paper. Rambling praise for the fic (and I guess spoilers?) and lines-only version of the drawing under the cut.
I read this fic last summer and it was my favorite thing that I read that entire year (and that includes all the traditionally-published books I read as well).
I wish I could draw like every other scene, but I'll summarize by saying that the exploration of each character and the moments where they connect are so real and satisfying. What blew me away the most was seeing how Crosshair existed as a modern character in a domestic setting, without the Empire and the inhibitor chips. I guess we'll never know exactly what Omega whispered in his ear here (unless Kaydear you want to spill!) but I assumed it was encouragement to go make things right with Hunter. And I just felt the relief when I read their conversation and Crosshair finally told his secret and let go of the guilt that was obviously eating him alive.
There is a lot of fan content I've seen that extrapolates the relationship between Omega and Crosshair... this fic is one of the best. I ate up every scene that focused on the two of them.
Kaydear you have a gift, and I am blessed to experience it.
Oh and here are just the lines in my sketchbook, because I thought they looked nice:
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Crosshair taking lil miss Keida out grocery shopping
Crosshair: *holding Kiki’s hand whilst they stroll along*
Keidala: *sudden epiphany* *gasps* I WANT A BLASTER WITH A SILENCER.
Crosshair: Alright. If it’s on sale.
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Crosshair, napping on the couch:
You: Crosshair, pick up your dirty dishes.
Crosshair: I'm asleep.
You: You always do this, you leave them lying around, thinking the little dish goblin magically wooshes them clean and back to their place when I'm the one who has to--
Crosshair: *stands up and eyes you up and down*
Crosshair: I mean... goblin isn't the wrong term.
You: Jerk.
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What do you think each of your favorite clones’ guilty pleasure is? SFW and NSFW? 🤣
𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 ⋆*・゚ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕡 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 + 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖
➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇx
⋆ ★ ᴏʜ, ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇꜱ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ… ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪ’ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ!
➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
Rex
SFW: Likes to be bathed or taken care of in the bath. While it doesn’t happen often, he loves it when you sit on his lap and scrub off the dirt on his skin, slowly massage soap onto his scalp and soothe him. Rex is not used to being taken care of or sitting back and just allowing things to happen without at least a little control, so it’s hard for him personally to come to terms with just how much he likes it, as well as even indulge himself too much when he gets the chance too.
NSFW: He wanted to record you two going at it to watch while he’s away for some time. You’d already sent him photos of yourself, domestic videos of you doing simple tasks, but none very vulgar. Now that he does have that recording, he watches it so damn much. One of his favorite ways to wind down after a hard day. Not that he’ll really admit it…
Tup
SFW: This boy LOVES self-care days. If he has the chance, he’ll beg to do one. Paint each other's nails, wear face masks, braid hair in intricate patterns, moisturize, he lives for it. It's just an excellent way of doing the little things to keep his spirits up, expressing his own self-worth, and showing how much you’re worth it. As well as just having some sweet bonding time with his cyare.
NSFW: Loves receiving a lot. He doesn't really ask for it necessarily, and don't get me wrong, making you buck into his face and gasp from all the pleasure he's giving you is still one of his favorite things to do. He just also really enjoys sitting back and watching the person he loves on their knees, doing their utmost to please him and make him feel good. Also, Maker have you perfected it. The moment he sees you slowly sink down he's already anticipating the filthy noises that will leave his mouth.
Crosshair
SFW: MASSIVE sweet tooth. It's his guilty pleasure for a few reasons. Firstly, well, it's unhealthy of course. They also don't get those kinds of pleasures or indulgences as a soldier. But if he gets a chance? He's gonna munch on some sour candy like a child on Halloween. It's a pretty interesting, delightful sight.
NSFW: Crosshair really, really likes it when you ride him. You rarely do it, mostly because he just can't give up that much control to you, albeit anyone, but on the rare occasions he allows it, Maker he comes so fast. You look so damn sexy on top of him, commanding his movements and taking pleasure for yourself equally without his say being a large contributor. For once, he's not in control, he's in your hands and so vulnerable and desperate... it rubs the strangest parts of his mind.
Tech
SFW: This feels a little obvious, but sleeping late. Tech knows it's bad for him, but he just gets so much work done! His brothers aren't up distracting or pestering him, he can be left to his own devices to stray from the task at hand and deviate to another interest of his own volition, it's great! ...Yeah, you have to drag him to bed all the time.
NSFW: 👏Tie👏him👏up! Tech's hands are the most dexterous part of him and give him so much control over things- including you. And if you tie him up and render him subject to whatever you want to do, he becomes a whimpering mess. He'll suddenly be begging for any salvation, bucking his hips up and attempting to grind against you `cause you're just that damn sexy to him.
Wolffe
SFW: Obsessed with holo dramas. Once you caught him screaming at the holo because apparently, the leading lady had made an unwise decision between the two men she was in a love triangle with, and when you asked him about it he immediately denied it. You didn't catch him watching it after that but saw him discreetly trying to find times when he thought you were asleep or working. So then you pretended that you showed interest in the drama to make him feel less bad about watching it. So now you always catch up on the latest episodes when he returns from a dispatch.
NSFW: Enjoys it when you make sorts of animalistic noises in bed. He hasn't expressed it directly, but you're beginning to catch on. He likes to sprinkle on some extra praise if you yelp or howl like a hurt puppy dog, give him those sickly eyes and whimper. And he always comes a little too hard, even letting a few growls rupturing in his stomach out to bless your ears. So in conclusion Wolffe is a furry
a/n: definitely gonna do more of these with other characters, this was really fun! if you guys have any other characters you'd like to see with these headcanons, let me know :) ~ @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm
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Hello. I left a request with Crosshair the other day, but seeing the down state of my boy Hunter in this new season I had to come here to leave another one. So the idea is Hunter x F! Reader (with established relationship?) where on the mission to capture the Pike, she gets hurt and has to stay in Pabu. So when he and Wrecker come back with the cadets, they have a moment of comfort together, you know? It's clear that Wrecker is trying hard to keep Hunter sane, so maybe the reader is too? Xx
Hello lovely! Thank you for the request. I had a lot of fun with this one - he looked so tired and sad in that episode 😔 x
Whispers of Home's Embrace
Hunter has always been calm and strategic, but with Omega's prolonged absence, he's unraveling at the seams, working himself into the ground. It's a good thing you're there to slow him down, and remind him that neglecting himself in the process isn't healthy.
Pairing: Hunter x f!reader
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: slight spoilers for S3E02, fluff, sweetness, comfort, pet names.
Translations:
ri’vod - sibling in law
A light breeze wafted in through the open window, the late afternoon sun flooding the kitchen as you hummed along to the music from the small radio on the window ledge, adding the final touches of icing to the cupcakes you’d baked.
Capturing the Pyke who’d brought dishonour to Roland wasn’t easy, and you’d paid a small price for it. Whereas Hunter and Wrecker had their old armour to keep them safe, you didn’t, preferring the manoeuvrability you had with softer protection.
Unfortunately, that had meant the blow the Pyke had struck to your side while you’d been wrestling him into submission had cracked a rib. Hunter’s fist had met his face seconds later, rendering him unconscious. Still, the boys had insisted on returning you to Pabu before they took him to Roland and collected the information you all desperately needed.
With nothing but time, you’d turned your focus to more domestic tasks to drown out your worry. Hunter and Wrecker were more than capable, but it felt wrong for them to be without you. You’d been with them since the very beginning.
Lost in a haze of icing, you almost missed the sound of the front door opening. Quietly, you placed down the piping bag, fingers sliding around the hilt of the knife you’d left on the counter. You weren’t expecting guests.
Moving silently across the kitchen, you pressed your back against the wall beside the door, hiding yourself from view. As the footsteps drew nearer, you held your breath, tension coiling in your muscles. The familiar creak of the floorboards announced the intruder’s approach. Your grip tightened on the knife, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, a soft voice broke the silence, dispelling the tension like a gentle breeze dispersing fog.
“Hey, it’s just me.” Came Hunter’s familiar voice, concern evident in his tone. Relief flooded through you, and you released a shaky breath, lowering the knife as you stepped out of your hiding spot. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Hunter chuckled, his expression softening as he took in the scene before him - the cupcakes, the radio playing softly in the background, and you, with a hint of flour dusting your cheek.
You shook your head, dismissing his apology with a wave. “No worries, it’s…”
“You live here!?” An unfamiliar voice interrupted your apology, and you watched Hunter step aside, revealing three young boys who were decidedly dirty and a little malnourished.
Wrecker barreled into the kitchen behind them, a giant grin on his face. “Smells good in here, ri’vod!”
Confused, you look at the three young boys and then back to Hunter. “Who are they?” You ask, wafting your knife in their direction.
“Regs. We found a bombed-out Imperial base. They escaped and were fending for themselves in the jungle.” Hunter gives you the short version, watching as you quirk an eyebrow.
Not wanting to be impolite, especially after brandishing a knife, you set the utensil down on the counter and introduce yourself.
“I’m Mox.” In return, the tallest of the three boys introduces himself before gesturing towards the other two boys. “This is Deke and Stak.”
“You’re pretty. Are all girls as pretty as you?” Deke pipes up, wide brown eyes focused on your face.
Amused by Deke’s straightforward question, you chuckle softly before replying. “Well, thank you, Deke. But trust me, plenty of girls out there are much prettier.” Your words earn a shy smile from the young boy.
“That’s a lie.” Hunter retorts, leaning against the nearest wall, arms folded across his chest.
Rolling your eyes, you offer him an amused smile. “You’re biased.” You fire back, holding his gaze for a moment. The simple action conveys a thousand words, and you can’t help but spot how much more tired he looks compared to the other week when you were dropped off. He’s been neglecting himself again.
“Well, if you’re done hitting on my wife, we can show you around.” Hunter breaks the moment, turning his focus to the three young boys.
“Wife? Aw, hell.” Deke mutters, earning laughter from Stak and Wrecker.
“Thought we weren’t allowed to get married?” Mox probes, narrowed eyes darting between you and Hunter.
“Technically, no,” Hunter answers him straight. “But things are a bit different here on Pabu. We’re treated like equals. We have the same rights as anyone else.” He clarifies, head tilting to look at you for a moment.
You smile fondly, remembering the quiet little ceremony you’d had right before everything had gone to hell. Echo, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega had been the only ones present for the union. Getting married had been an impromptu decision – during the war, neither of you had dared hope it would ever be possible - but you didn’t regret it for one second.
Sensing that you and Hunter might need some time, Wrecker offers the kids a grin. “C’mon, lemme show ya around.” He starts ushering them out of the kitchen. “We can get ya cleaned up, too.”
Pushing off the wall, Hunter goes to follow, but Wrecker holds a hand up. “I got this, Hunter. Don’t worry.” He offers his brother a smile before leading the boys away.
Gratitude curls through Hunter. He knows you and his brother have been going the extra mile for him lately, and he hates the burden that is placed on you both.
“Omega?” You ask quietly, stepping towards your husband, sliding into the warmth of his arms as he draws you into an embrace.
Hunter shakes his head and sighs. “Roland’s intel led us to the facility where we found the regs. Deke downloaded some intel from a panel – not much to go on, but we have a sector as a lead.”
Heaviness weaves through your body, and the hope that had been building dims into a small flicker. You’d keep hold of it, though. You weren’t about to give up. As you step back, you take Hunter’s hand, leading him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. “They’ll be safe here. That’s something.” You insist, guiding Hunter upstairs and into your shared bedroom. He was in desperate need of a wash, some sleep, and a good meal in the morning.
Hunter makes a slight noise of agreement. It wasn’t the outcome he hoped for, but it still counted as a win. Inhaling deeply as you enter the bedroom, his shoulders sag as your comforting scent fills his nose.
Easing him down onto the bed, you kneel at his feet to remove his boots, wincing a little at the ache in your ribs as you set them aside. “I’ll start looking at the maps for that sector in the morning.” You vow. “Echo or Rex might be able to fill in some blanks for us too.”
Impatience rolls through Hunter. There was no time. It couldn’t be left until the morning. What if something happened and Omega was moved again? They wouldn’t have any leads anymore. “It can’t wait until then.” Hunter insists, attempting to stand up.
Unwilling to take any of his nonsense, you press a hand to his abdomen and shove him back down. “Yes, it can.” You insist, your tone catching Hunter by surprise. “I know Omega’s been gone a long time. I want our girl back as desperately as you. But what good are you exhausted?” You question, prying off the limited armour that covers his legs, stacking it nearly at the foot of the bed. “Finding her and Crosshair is of the utmost importance. But you cannot neglect yourself in the process.”
Hunter grumbles, but he knows you’re right. He sinks back into the mattress, allowing exhaustion to finally catch up. Your hands move with practised care, stripping away the layers of armour and padding. As you work, he watches you, a mixture of gratitude and worry in his eyes. You’ve always been the anchor, the one who keeps him grounded when everything else threatens to spiral out of control. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He admits softly, his voice heavy with emotion.
You pause, meeting his gaze with warmth and determination. “You won’t have to find out.” You assure him, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently. “We’ll find Omega and Crosshair. Together.” You vow. “Now, let’s get you a bath.” You rise to your feet, pointing at his undersuit. “Off.” You instruct, leaving him to follow your order as you move into the fresher. Plugging the tub, you turn on the taps. While a shower would be more efficient, it wouldn’t help him relax.
As the water fills the tub, you add a few drops of essential oil, knowing its calming properties will help ease Hunter’s tension. Returning to the bedroom, you find him obediently removing his undersuit, looking worn but determined. His commitment to the mission is unwavering, but you understand the toll it takes on him physically and emotionally.
Silently, you help him into the warm water, watching as the tension gradually melts from his muscles. Hunter leans back, closing his eyes, a rare moment of peace enveloping him. Sitting beside the tub, you run a wet cloth over his shoulders, gently washing away the grime, offering him a moment of respite from the chaos of the galaxy.
As you work, your mind drifts to Omega and Crosshair, wondering what trials they’re enduring and how you can help bring them home safely. The weight of responsibility sits heavy on your shoulders, but you refuse to let it crush you. You’ll do whatever it takes to reunite your family.
After a while, Hunter opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a soft smile of gratitude. “Thank you.” He murmurs, his voice laced with exhaustion and affection.
“Anytime, my heart.” You whisper back, abandoning the washcloth to instead pry the filthy bandanna from around his head. With his hair free, your hand finds its way into it, fingernails scratching across his scalp.
A low moan slips from Hunter’s lips at the sensation, and he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut again. The warmth of the water soothes his tired muscles, and the gentle rhythm of your fingers through his hair lulls him into a state of relaxation he hasn’t felt in ages. As you continue to massage his scalp, he lets his mind empty. “You were right.” He admits quietly.
“Happens sometimes. Rare as it may be.” You drag your nails down the side of his head until your fingers skim the shell of his ear, changing gear to stroke down the plane of his cheekbone.
A small huff of amusement leaves him, and Hunter’s eyes open to meet your own. “Don’t undersell yourself, riduur.”
Warmth sweeps through you at the title. It would still take some getting used to. “No promises.” You tease, earning a tired smile from him. “Also, does this mean we’re starting up an orphanage?” You tease.
Hunter chuckles softly, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he enjoys your playful banter. “Maybe we should. Seems like we’ve already got a few residents.” He remarks.
“Well, if those kids are anything like you and Wrecker, they’ll fit right in.” You reply, fondness in your voice as you reach for a small bowl sitting on the tub’s edge. Dipping it into the water to fill it, you lift it as Hunter tilts his head back, letting you pour the warm water over his hair. You take your time washing away the grime until the water cools before helping Hunter out of the tub, handing him a fluffy towel to dry off.
“You staying for a nap?” Hunter asks, giving his wet hair a rub with the towel.
“Of course.” You reply with a smile, reaching for another towel to hand to him. “Just let me clean up here first.”
Hunter nods understandingly, wrapping the second towel around his waist before leaving the bathroom. You quickly drain the tub and wipe down the surfaces, ensuring everything is tidy before joining him in the bedroom.
When you enter the room, Hunter is slipping into a clean pair of sleep pants. He looks more refreshed, the exhaustion still evident in his eyes but less pronounced than before. You can’t help but admire the strength and resilience he carries, even in the face of adversity.
Settling into bed beside him, you pull the covers over yourselves, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you both in comfort. Hunter turns to face you, his gaze softening as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.
You smile, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. “Get some rest, love.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips tenderly. “I’ll be here when you wake.”
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Omega vs. Hemlock scene in "Confined"
I can't stop talking about "The Bad Batch" because I simply love it so much. So, here's more to talk about. Let's discuss Omega and Hemlock's convo about Batcher and the end of the episode. I think it does a really good job contrasting both characters' values and views on life.
Hemlock views life from a "strong vs. weak" perspective and in terms of how useful they can be to his goals. He doesn't believe Batcher will be able to survive. Her domestication has made her "weak" in his eyes. He's a man ruled by logic, power, and control. We actually can hear this power shift between Hemlock and Omega when he threatens Crosshair. The moment he dangles Crosshair's life in front of her, the music shifts to that familiar, chilling leitmotif associated with Hemlock. He's in control of the situation now because he has the power to hurt Crosshair. This renders Omega powerless and she pleads for her brother's life. It's a neat detail. Back to the previous topic, Hemlock views what is weak and useless as expendable. To him, death is a mercy compared to what could happen. Batcher's fondness for Omega is a weakness because she will not be able to fend for herself. Yet Hemlock's cruel treatment, keeping her a feral animal, will. He also uses the possibility of Batcher's demise as a means to control Omega. He wants to break down her will, especially since she cares so much for others.
Now, we have Omega. She values life, kindness, and second chances. She's a great foil to Hemlock who only views life as something to be toyed with and weakness as something to be eradicated. She keeps insisting that Batcher will be ok because Hemlock doesn't know what will happen. She believes in others despite their flaws and sees the best in them. It's one of the reasons why she's so endearing. I love that she tells Hemlock that Batcher deserves a chance (after this line, we cut to Emerie and we know homegirl needs a chance to fight Hemlock). It's only when Hemlock threatens Crosshair, something he can actually control, that Omega becomes powerless. But something out of his control? Something that has been touched by Omega's kindness? Hemlock has no true power over that.
And to me, that's why the final scene of Batcher's howling in the night is so important. At first we hear her howls and we assume that Hemlock was right. However, by revealing Batcher is ok, it proves that Omega was right. Hemlock isn't the all-powerful man he thinks he is. Showing Batcher's survival tells the audience that Omega's values are more powerful and she will come out on top even if it isn't always easy.
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