#peeking azi

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

#good omens #goodomensedit #david tennant #michael sheen #crowley #aziraphale #2i2i13 #2ep2 #bentley #peeking azi #:) #he's so cute :D <3

[cage-cat-yt]

Small art dump (+some animatic sneak peaks)

First one is of Heavy and Fletchling! I just like this combo since it's a nice contradiction, but I feel like Heaby would like Fletchlings since they're little graceful things

Second is Azi's human form. Their hair is dyed during this time since I think it would be a cool concept to do for a design. Though if yoy guys don't like it I can change it to a different color

Third one was an idea for Izzie'a color pallet, but I don't like it so sai la vi.

Then the last 2 are sneak peaks of my ordinary life animatic since I wanna redo it

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #pokemon #original series #oc #original character #JaS #josef and sauer #wip #work in progress #sneak peak #animatic sneak peek #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #fletchling #pokemon fletchling #Azi JaS #Aziraphale 'Azi' Vega #Izzie JaS #jack stauber's opal mirror man #jack stauber's opal #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal

[angelic-omega]

Crowley x Fem!Reader (Amab Crowley, Afab Reader)

Sharing a bed, sleepy sex, fangs, orgasm delay/denial, begging, chubby reader, submissive reader, Crowley calls the reader Angel, light bondage, titfucking, Crowley has a large cock, fingering, praise, light degradation, hair pulling, light choking, possessive fucking, creampie, cute cuddling before though!

Your eyes were feeling heavy as you idly flipped through one of the heavy tomes in the religious section of the bookshop. You had been helping Aziraphale reorganize things for the past three hours and frankly you were wondering how late he planned to keep working. Considering he did not sleep you came to the conclusion that he could feasibly go all night. Yawning as you placed it back into its designated place on the shelf, you turned to find Aziraphale carrying a rather large stack of books your way. Widening your eyes you gestured wildly between your neatly organized shelf and his rogue stack of books before you groaned. Running a hand exasperatedly down your face you watched him set the books at your feet before you firmly said, “I’m done. Azi…I don’t think I can keep going?”

He shook his head as a smile crept up his face, with rosy cheeks he waved you off and replied, “Oh that’s alright dear! I know you’re fond of sleeping…why don’t you go upstairs and have a little lay down! Should be a guest bed up the stairs and to the left!”

Sleepily nodding your head you turned and made your way towards the stairs. As you reached the very top you opened the first door you came across. However, going up a spiral staircase had a way of turning left to right and right to left. Especially after a few glasses of wine and a few hours of manual labor. As you swung the door groggily open you squinted into the darkness to see a figure sprawled across the bed. Crowley had been watching you both work for the first half of the evening before he had mysteriously disappeared. Now at least you gathered where he had gone. Taking a moment to lean around the doorframe and assess your only other option, you bit your lip and decided to play it on the riskier side of things.

Slipping your shoes off and padding quietly closer to the bed you slowly and carefully stripped down to your undershirt and panties. With the top half of your thick thighs peeking out from below the hem of your light pink shirt, you silently closed the door behind you. In total darkness you slipped both arms inside your shirt and removed your bra, pulling it carelessly out one sleeve before letting it drop to the floor. As gingerly as you could you lifted back the large comforter and slipped surely into bed beside the resting demon. You tried not to let your excitement get the best of you as you felt him shifting in the bed beside you. One of his long arms slinging over your plush waist before wrapping firmly around your pudgy middle. His hand pressed into the skin above your belly button as he roughly pulled you closer, nuzzling in the crook of your neck as he brought you flush against him. From what you could tell he was still asleep as he unconsciously coiled around you. His skin was so warm and the room was so cold but your eyes were growing heavier as the seconds ticked by. With the serpent coiled around you and the soft bedspread quickly contouring to both your forms, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Groggily nuzzling your nose against the warm underside of Crowley’s jaw you hazily wondered if he was awake. When there was no response you shifted closer, sleepily swinging a leg over his hips as you felt his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. You smiled a small smile against the skin of his neck before you let out a surprised gasp. One large hand slipped further down to palm at the curve of your ass. Burying your face into his shoulder and clutching tighter at the demons back he let out a short growl and pulled you closer. You felt a shiver pass down your spine at the hot press of his effort, straining and hard through the thin silk fabric of his pajamas. Still lightly clinging to the foggy depths of a good sleep you let yourself be guided by his capable hands. Both hands had slithered down to cup the meat of your ass, pulling you closer as his hips began to roll against you. Letting out a small whimper you shifted minutely closer. Lifting your leg up higher onto his waist to bring you flush against one another you heard him let out a low moan directly into your ear. Which in turn caused an embarrassingly loud moan of your own to escape your lips. As his hot breath ghosted down the back of your neck you tipped your head back to allow him better access. As soon as you did there was a series of hot, wet kisses pressed up the expanse of your neck before stopping right below your ear. Punctuated by a filthy grind of his hips, he nipped at the sensitive flesh and let out a satisfied hiss. It was soon after he was pulling back to smirk down at your flushed face, his slitted eyes sleepily blinking open and closed. His hands let go of their death grip on your ass, smoothing slowly up your back instead as he let out a pleased hum. When you did not protest to the situation he slipped both hands up the back of your shirt. Then he slowly drug them back down either side of your spine, letting his inhumanly sharp nails lightly scrape against you on the way down. Stilling his hips he brought his head back down to tease the base of your throat with the tip of his tongue. Dragging it up further and circling it tantalizingly across the side of your neck, he scrapped a little harder on your back as he pressed his erection firmer against the fabric of your underwear.

“Crowley?!” You breathlessly scolded at the electric press of fangs at the base of your jaw.

He chuckled darkly and as the sound vibrated against your throat his hands slipped under the waistband of your underwear. He let the sharp bite of his nails press against your supple ass as the warmth of his palms fueled the fire slowly filing your veins. Whining and arching your back you shifted your hips against him, grinding his bulge against the outline of your pussy as you gently turned your head to touch noses with him. Closing your eyes and shyly nuzzling the tip of his nose with the tip of your own you then leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. In response a growl buzzed against them as he suddenly used his weight to flip you onto your back. Still grinding his hips between your thick thighs he removed his hands from your underwear, groaning into the kiss as you lifted your hips and allowed the fabric to be pulled from your legs. Tossing them angrily aside he was quick to snake both hands up your shirt and squeeze both your breasts. Squirming below him as he pinned you down and started to grind against your exposed slit, you whimpered and wrapped both legs around him. To which he responded by breaking the kiss to drag his fanged teeth down the left side of your neck, fingers splaying wide across your breasts before trapping both nipples between his middle and pointer finger. You bit your lip as those fingers pinches and pulled, feeling yourself growing wetter as those teeth carefully bit into the crook of your neck.

“Mhmm Good Morning, Lovely~” Crowley rasped against your collarbone, grabbing hold of the hem of your shirt before raising it up and over your head.

Raising your arms to help you let out a shocked sound when he dutifully pinned both wrists above your head. As he tossed the offending garment aside he let out something akin to a purr before leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. Moaning against his lips as pressed and moved sinuously against your own, you squirmed as he pressed himself flush against you. With his hips pinned against your own and his hand keeping your wrists above your head he trailed a hand down your side. Nails scratching teasingly against the sensitive flesh before moving towards the back of your thigh. Pushing your leg back to your own chest he teased his tongue against the seam of your lips which parted with a gasp to allow him entry. You felt a shiver go down your spine as his tongue forked inside your mouth. Moaning around the dexterous appendage you flicked the tip of your tongue between both tips teasingly as he groaned into your mouth. Flicking it as a snake would within your mouth he was quick to pull it free with a hiss as he abruptly sat up to pull his shirt over his head. Next he slipped his pajamas down under his hips to pull his turgid cock free. You eyed it hungrily as it flopped onto your pelvis, with his balls pressed to your wet lips he let it lay at across your mound. The very tip almost reaching your belly button as he teasingly tapped it against you. Cocking his brow and looking down at the sight as if imagining how deeply he would fit inside you…

Chuckling darkly at the sight he crawled up your body and came to rest overtop you. Grabbing greedily at your tits with both hands as he began to thrust his cock teasingly between them. Letting out a pleased sigh he gripped them tighter causing you to gasp, forcing his cock roughly between them and thrusting. Your hips shifted on the bed and your hands slipped from where he had kept them pinned. When he noticed he kept your tits pressed together with one large hand and shot the other forward to put them back into place. You shivered under his possessive touches but kept your hands firmly in their place as he let go to grab at both tits once again. Squeezing them and molding them around his sizeable cock as he continued to thrust lazily between them. You ached with every thrust, pussy longing to receive a similar treatment as he continued to tease. Soon he grew frustrated himself and in a flash he had slithered back down to rest between your legs, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples as he scooted closer to let his cock twitch between your thighs.

Suddenly his hands reached out to grab the backs of both your thighs, spreading them wide and lifting both your legs up towards your chest. Almost folded in half with everything on display for him to see he let out a deep growl. You whimpered and tossed your head back at the sound, wanting so badly you felt yourself leaking wetly down below. He rubbed his thick cock up and down your slick slit to gather as much wetness as he could before he angled himself lower. Letting the fat tip brush against your leaking hole a few times before slowly stretching you with the first half of his cock. You moaned brokenly and reached down to claw at the bedsheets as he slowly came to rest inside you. Almost fully hilted he stopped and commanded “Keep your hands where I put them, Angel~”

Whining but doing as you were told you let out a desperate sound as he finally bottomed out. He kept himself pressed there for what felt like an eternity, loosening his grip on your legs to let his hands grope hungrily at your plush thighs as he kept his cock warm inside you. You whined again, this time louder as you arched your back and tried to get him to move but he refused. Smirking down at you as you peered shyly up at him he slipped one hand down the inside of your left thigh. With his cock filling you full to the very brim and stretching you wide around the base of him, he let his thumb gather a bead of arousal from where you connected before dragging it up to the top of your sex. You twitched and moaned at the first careful press of his thumb against your clit.

“Please! Ahh?! Crowleyyyy?!” You begged as you tried to rock your hips on his large cock.

As he started pressing against you firmer he began to grind his hips in tantalizing circles, rubbing you and massaging your insides with his cock while his thumb worked you externally. You were panting and whimpering on the bed, arms still obediently raised above your head as you arched further below him. Running his free hand up and down the back of your thigh he smirked down at you and whispered, “That’s it. Good Girl~”

Letting out a hoarse moan you throbbed around his cock, hands clawing at the headboard as you kept them raised above your head. Letting your eyes roll and your back arch even further you felt your legs start trembling where they rested on either side of you. Almost folded in half you whined and panted your way through your first orgasm of what surely would be the first of many. Peeling your eyes open to stare at him as your chest heaved and your body trembled, you weakly whispered “You’re mean.”

“Aren’t I just?” He teased with a purr, leaning forward and giving your clit a much needed reprieve he gently nipped one of your breasts.

Gasping at the press of fanged teeth you let out a broken sounding moan as his hips pulled back, only to thrust right back in. As his lips found your nipple he started working his hips in and out. You were already panting as he pulled halfway out then thrust himself all the way into the depths of you over and over. He never picked up the pace he just kept his rhythm steady as he sucked, bit, and tongued your pert nipples. Moaning and whimpering as you clutched at the headboard once again he growled before his hips began slamming into you harder. Pulling slowly out just to push back in, fast and hard. Shaking your head back and forth as his hips continued to undulate in tandem with your breathless sounds of pleasure.

Pulling away from your nipples he leaned closer to lave his inhuman tongue up the side of your neck before he let out a pleased groan. Gripping your legs tighter and letting his nails really dig into the meat of your thighs he picked up the pace. Fucking you hard and deep, he moaned against the crook of your neck before latching onto your exposed throat with his fanged teeth. Gasping and going taunt, you quivered on the precipice. You couldn’t help but beg as he leaned back to admire his handiwork, “Ahh?! Crowley?! Please?! Please?! Please?!”

You were delirious as he kept his pace, cock stretching and filling your soaked pussy over and over until words failed you. Only able to moan and whine every time his cock hit home you felt your pleasure slowly building. It built and built until like a rubber band pulled and stretched to its very limits, it snapped. In a flash you were letting out a small shout, curling in to stare in wonder down between your legs before your eyes were rolling and you head was falling back against the sheets. Spine curving and legs spasming under the weight of his grasp, you were lost in a sea of ecstasy. He did not stop, he simply kept pounding away at your sensitive insides until you slowly floated back down to earth.

Now every slick drag of his cock felt electric as he continued his brutal pace. Whining and wrapping your legs fully around his waist you granted him better access, letting his cock slip deeper inside you. He purred close to your ear as you clenched deliciously around his thick cock, hands scrambling for a better grip on the bed as he picked up the pace. Frantically moaning and jerking your hips to and away from the onslaught of sensation you whined as two long fingers found their way into your open mouth. Obediently taking them in and sucking best you could, he let out a pleased hum before placing his free hand at the base of your throat. Such a possessive touch had your eyes shooting open to stare wantonly into his own. The sight of him peering down at you with his brow raised had you twitching almost violently in his grasp, as you felt yourself quickly reaching yet another orgasm. Hovering on the edge he thrusted faster into your slick folds, hand around your throat lightly giving it a bit of a squeeze. When you moaned brokenly around his fingers at the action he did it again. This time he kept the pressure up until your eyes rolled back in your head and you found yourself quivering. Your entire body was in spasm as you rode out the never ending tide of pleasure being pushed upon you. He fucked you through it once again and delightedly remarked “Look at you gushing around my cock~”

You whined in response, blushing brightly at his sinuous words. Whimpering as he continued to spear you open and drive you mad with pleasure, pulling his fingers wetly free from your mouth just to slowly trail them down your heaving chest. You let out a shout as they found your clit once again, rubbing back and forth faster and faster. Every swipe of those digits sending a tremor through you, causing your legs to jerk and spasm around his waist. As your moans turned from low whimpers and into desperate shouts of equal ecstasy and agony, he let out a deep growl and leaned closer to nip gently at your neck. Panting into your ear as he continued thrusting he sinfully purred “You can touch me now, Princess”

Your hands shot up to dig into his shoulder blades, nails scratching all the way down his back as you felt his brutal pace stuttering. Biting harshly with his fanged teeth all along your throat your sounds of pleasure mingled as he rubbed faster at your clit. You let out something close to a scream and shook violently as another orgasm wrecked through your body. He let out a hiss against your skin as you dug your hands in firmly to anchor yourself, scratching red lines across his shoulder blades. Whining as your pleasure slowly squeezed its way out of your system you felt his pace falter. His hips jerked and stuttered, before he buried himself deep inside you and going lax above you. Hands reaching out to grab tightly at your hips as his cock throbbed and pulsed wetly inside you.

“Mmm, this what you wanted when you climbed into bed with me~” He whispered into your ear as his cock remained hard inside you.

Squirming and blushing as you felt yourself finally floating back down to earth you shyly nodded your head. He chuckled darkly and slowly slipped his now softening cock from you before letting your legs drop down below. Both of you were panting hard and trying to catch your breath as he began gently kissing and biting his way down your body. Starting at the crook of your neck and working his way down between your breasts to drag his teeth across the swell of your stomach. His hands reached out to gently spread your legs again and you were so weak and pliant on the bed you let him. Covering your face with both hands as he began gently nibbling at your lower stomach and kneading both thighs in his hands.

“Awww did you think I was done with you, Lovely?” He teased, breath wafting across the sensitive nerves between your legs as he continued “Oh just you wait~”

#crowley x reader #good omens x reader #x reader #fem reader #chubby reader #top crowley

[strawberry-stars0]

The writing has begun >:) have a lil sneak peek 🫣

~ idk on a title yet but it’ll come to me

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Summer was at its peak, and Aziraphale was galloping from town to town, catching bandits left and right. He had become a local legend in the area known as “The Guardian” which he thought was quite silly, but fitting. On this particular summer evening, Aziraphale decided to pop in to a local bar and catch a quick drink before heading to the next town.

“Azi! Good to see ya- the usual for you?” the bartender says, he was a plump man, balding with dark skin. He wore a white collared shirt, that was beginning to yellow at the edges, with a green vest, a blue bolo tie and black slacks.

“Ah! Yes sounds delightful! How’s business going! Hopefully no trouble?” Aziraphale says as he plops down on the stool.

Aziraphale wasn’t your stereotypical cowboy. Although he prided himself on being the Lone Ranger type. He wore a bright blue western poncho with tassels, he had a light blue scarf and khaki colored pants, which seemed to never be dirty. He had a white ten gallon hat and a dark blue mask across his face. You could see him from a mile away a top his white horse.

“Azi, ever since you showed up here it’s heaven!! I haven’t seen the towns people this happy in a long time.” The bartender chuckles and hands Aziraphale a glass small glass of gin. Aziraphale drinks it all in one swift gulp and smiles.

“Well I am certainly glad to hear that. It’s always a pleasure to help those-“

Suddenly the saloon doors swing open, a tall, slim, figure struts in.

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Oh!! Please give me criticism!! I want feedback to make this better 😌

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens 2 #fanfic #good omens fandom #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #good omens writing #good omens wip #wip

[sometimesvaguelyfunny]

Good omens might accidentally be one of the best works when it comes to criticizing power structures and I mean it. Because no matter how good Aziraphel is, how well intentioned and dedicated, he still has to realize that Heaven will never work - it is made to be above humans and to impart rules that are alien to the real reality of being on Earth and Hell can only exist because of Heaven’s very structural demand for casting whoever asks too many questions. He knows his “best friend” love of his life did nothing wrong, even without the details, but he thinks Crowley was am accident. Believes he can patch up the system to include him. Crowley knows better, he has offered the fruit of knowledge after all. He knows his fall, no matter how much it hurt, was not a bug but a feature. And we also see that there is no one person (for now at least) fully responsible and evil and one shot could solve it all.

I love this. I’ve been the Azi when I worked in a corporation that grinded me to depression and threw me with the pandemic post-crash like a washed cloth. I did believe for years we could fix it with post-its and retrospective meetings. No one was evil but the bad was mold growing in the walls. My bf has been a freelance for years because of these things but at the start I kept arguing for the corporate structure cause I was young and naive and autistic. I know I am heavily projecting here but idc this website is my private journal and yall are just invited to peek love u

#good omens #gomens

[phantom-of-the-501st]

So I assume the new sneak peek is from before Crowley finds out about Gabriel?

My guess is that Aziraphale takes Crowley back to the bookshop to explain, and they take the eccles cakes with them (possibly Crowley's idea because Azi wanted them)

But when is the "I'm back" bit in relation to everything else? Because I would assume it's before the café sneak peak, but Aziraphale doesn't seem really stressed/awkward when Crowley turns up again. So, is there a gap between Crowley's return and Gabriel showing up?

#good omens 2 #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

[lvgoona]

☕️ good omens 2 : the coffee theory summarised as best as i can

warning: this contains MAJOR good omens 2 spoilers!

i'd like to start by saying that i am a firm believer in the coffee theory, although a lot of the theories that i have heard of are also so real. i haven't heard many theories, so if anybody that sees this has another idea, please let me know!

also note, i will be using he/him pronouns for crowley and az throughout the majority of this, i'm very much a genderqueer angel and demon truther, but i'll be using one set because it's usually a lot easier for people to understand (including myself).

okay, so let's just get to it.

the coffee theory, thus far:

if you didn't already know, the coffee theory is that the coffee that metatron gave aziraphale was spiked- most likely miracled, explaining his actions afterwards, because like we all know azi wouldn't leave crow for anything.

so, the best place to start is, of course, metatron giving azi the coffee. we have seen, all throughout the show, how both heaven and hell frown upon traitors- it's pretty much a major subplot(?) throughout both season 1 and season 2, especially as heaven and hell decided to literally kill both az and crowley for betraying their given sides. so why's metatron here giving aziraphale a coffee and asking him to be the high archangel? like??? (SMALL NOTE, REALLY OFF TOPIC: god stopped narrating at some point like there's gotta be a really important reason for that) during my second rewatch, i noticed an incredibly faint miracle noise at 35:48 - 35:50, further feeding into the theory!

time to backtrack a little to metatron's arrival. it isn't something that i immediately took note of, but peek how metatron's clothes are dark, whereas all angels that have been shown so far wear light clothes, even the ones on earth eg. muriel and aziraphale (gabriel wasn't wearing light clothes during his time as jim because he was just jim). so seems a bit sketchy, right? the only immortal beings shown that wear dark clothes are demons.

right before the walk, there's a zoom in on metatron's face alongside a suspenseful rise in music- the music in the show has been very important, a very key element (applause to the musicians that worked on good omens, huge respect!!).

now to move onto the actual walk- well we do't actually see the walk, but we do see the return. when they return, azi is seemingly.. off. he rambles and looks overall stressed, like things are just not normal.

after the walk, we see metatron entrusting the bookshop to muriel, although there was no guarantee that az would even go to heaven with metatron. the scenes following the walk are absolutely heartbreaking, and i think that because of this, the beginning of season three will be equally (if not more) heartbreaking. but, notice aziraphale's body language- he looks so distressed, could be a stretch but it's as if he's pleading and trying to reach out to crowley.

now for the motive, because there very much has to be one. the metatron mentioned something about the second coming. he would need someone that knows humans to get it over with, as we have seen he was very much not opposed to the end of the world, as shown in season 1. metatron needs aziraphale, which is why he couldn't risk azi denying the invitation- explaining the miracle coffee.

it's a far stretch, but az isn't going to be the high archangel, he'll be the duke of hell.

spiked coffee or not, i'm 100% sure that neil has something absolutely amazing in store for us, and i'd like to remind everybody not to hate on neil, the ending of season 2 was heartbreaking but i think that really shows neil's absolute genius

thank you neil gaiman you absolutely amazing man

#good omens #good omens season 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #go 2 speculation #ineffable husbands #go2e6 #good omens coffee theory #coffee theory

[saryasy]

Hello darling! So I’m like totally in love with your gifs, they’re all literally breathtaking and gorgeous. So this is an open invitation to gush about them. Tell us which one did you have the most fun with, which one was the most difficult, a little detail you’re proud of. I’m more than happy to hear it all!

hello dear!!!!!

man this is such a nice ask I'm gonna SOB 😭😭😭😭

okay I'm not one to halfass gushing about my shit so this is gonna be mostly under the cut cos it's gonna be long and image heavy

for sure the one I had the most fun with is the yellow set. that song came on shuffle and it was like light bulb going on. it's Crowley's color but also STARS!!!!! I knew I wanted to do something pretty to match lyrics and ngl I was worried I wouldn't do it justice but I'm really really happy with how the whole thing turned out, especially the second gif!!!

okay a little more about the second gif cos that's my baby (i literally still have the psd that's how proud of it i am) like I said in the tags it's 4 gifs blended together (I did and still do have trouble with blending but this was such a helpful scene it was wonderful to blend)

at first I started with three layers, the base (which i added a sepia filter to to match the color scheme)

crowley and aziraphale with some coloring to emphasize the yellow (speaking of helpful scenes, literally both azi and crow have yellow lighting on them it's meant to be)

and this was my ending result!

I really loved it as it was and was going to post it, but then i noticed the stars peeking through azi near the end there and thought of adding another base layer, just to have MORE stars and have them on crowley too (it's what he would've wanted) this was my second base (again with the sepia filter)

and that's where i got my final gif!!!

I loved the font too ngl, I try to try new things with the font each set and it can be challenging but I liked this one.

also shoutout to the last gif of that set, crowley's expression never fails to make me weep.

now a gif that was a bit challenging is definitely the second one in the glitch set and not because of the glitch (i tried the glitch effect once before and didn't really understand shit then stumbled across this amazing tutorial and it suddenly became the easiest thing) but because the two scenes i wanted to transition between didn't really match up

see the shot of azi sitting alone is a bit farther. and honestly I could've just used it as it was but I love making things more difficult for myself. so I had to crop that gif a little closer than i normally would to make it match up a bit better. it took me a couple of tries (and an embarrassing run with photoshop's ruler and at one point an actual physical ruler) but I like to think I matched them up nicely. I really love that set in general, I'm a sucker for a transition gif so it was fun to make all around!

okay I could go like this all day but I think that's enough for now. thank you so much for that ask baby! it was really fun!

#asks #a endless pain and suffering #(my absolute beloved obviously) #my gifs

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 62: Deep End- I Prevail

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness Chapter warning: reference to murder, profanity, reference to torture, overbearing but well intentioned relatives, grief, sibling fights, destructive rage, spooky force stuff, panic attack

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Crosshair wasn't there.

Miria woke up with her chest seizing like she was drowning, laying on her mattress in the hold of the Havoc Marauder. They'd turned the back corner into a sort of little room for themselves, old boat sails from Shep strung from the ceiling as curtains and the mattress laid on top of empty crates to make a raised bed. Mayrin’s crib box was nearby, her little area next to the crates of diapers and formula that didn't fit in the galley. 

She bolted up and shoved the curtains back, trying to remind herself that they weren't on Tantiss anymore. She wasn't in a cell, she was on the Marauder. There weren't grates surrounding her, only sunlight and cloth. No prison uniform made her skin itch, just her loose nightgown. Her chest ached sharply and had been off and on since the escape from Tantiss. Someone would come speak to her, she wasn’t alone just because the door was empty… She probably needed to let AZI take a look at her, but she’d been putting it off in favor of trying to take care of everyone else. She preferred being caregiver to patient, after so long of having no option but the latter.

Mayrin was starting to peep in her crib, so Miria got out of bed and picked her up. “Where’s your father, starshine?” She rasped, going to the galley to fix her bottle. She could hear Wrecker still snoring in the bunkroom, and when she peeked through the open door she spotted Hunter’s tousled hair halfway under his pillow. During the war the sound of any of them getting out of bed was enough to wake him, but he slept deeper now. He could finally relax.

If only she and Crosshair could find that same peace.

Once she’d fed the baby, Miria went back to the hold and looked in the rifle case at the foot of the bed. She'd given the Firepuncher back to Crosshair the day they'd gotten to Pabu, much to Hunter’s chagrin. Judging by the open and empty case, she had a pretty good idea of where her beloved was. 

“It's barely dawn.” She sighed as her breathing steadied, getting Mayrin dressed and ready for the day. Shep had given her some old but very cute outfits from Lyanna's baby years. “If you could maybe tone down that stubbornness when you get older?” Once her little girl was dressed, Miria got herself clothed and put Mayrin on her chest in a much better constructed sling than the one she'd arrived on Pabu in. She slipped out of the ship quietly, and headed for the beach.

Upper Pabu was slowly waking, the street lights turning off as the sun climbed higher. The sky was painted purple and pink tinging into gold, the tide coming in and creating little pools children would play in only a few hours later. 

Down by the tidal rocks was what she'd really come to see. Crosshair was on the beach, Batcher at his side as he sat on the biggest rock with his Firepuncher on his back. “What are you doing up so early?” He said mildly as she clambered up to meet him. 

“I could ask you the same.” She shook her head. “I hate waking up alone, you know.”

 He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She was wearing a gray dress he affectionately thought looked like two bedsheets stitched together with holes for her head and arms, cinched in at her waist with a purple flower-patterned wrap… overskirt? He didn't know a thing about clothes, besides military uniforms and armor. She looked cute in it, though. And so did Mayrin, head poking out of the sling. “You looked too cute to wake up.”

“That's sweet of you, love. And complete banthashit.” She smiled. “You're avoiding the ship, like you have been for the last two weeks since we arrived.”

“You sound… the swearing is still weird.” He huffed. 

“As everyone loves to remind me.” She reached for his hand, wrapping her fingers into his. “Were you waiting for AZI again?”

Crosshair nodded, looking down at her hand. “He's tracking my stats. Annoyingly low as they are.”

“He's a medical droid. You should let him look at your hand.” She rubbed the back of said hand with her thumb. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened?”

“You don’t like talking about it either.” He shook his head. “There's more pressing things to think about, anyway. I've got to get the skill back.”

“Why?” She raised an eyebrow. “And don't say to protect us. We're safe here and we have your brothers and this community in case of an emergency.” She said it mildly, but she needed to know. If he was determined to return to the fight in defense of the other clones, she'd have no problem following him to the rebellion. Hell, she'd only need to call her family. 

Crosshair had never been very good at keeping up walls with her, and a deflated sigh left his lips. “Because I don't know what I am without it.” He finally whispered. “Who am I if I'm not a soldier?”

She smiled sadly. “I asked myself the same question, not long after Bracca… we were going to Raxus to rescue a Separatist senator. I was so angry, because I blamed the Separatists for the war and the Empire… and that you were gone.” She looked out at the sea ahead of them, putting her hand on Mayrin’s head. “A Jedi shouldn't be so angry, but I had let go of that to love you. With you gone, what was left of me? Echo told me the only way to move forward was to make a choice about who I wanted to be.”

“What did you choose?” Crosshair frowned. 

“I chose to be the one who went looking for you.” She smiled. “I decided, the day I first set foot on Pabu. I'd had a vision about you trapped on Tantiss, so I knew you had finally broken faith with them.”

“Yeah. I killed a lieutenant.” He sighed. “There was a reg commander, Mayday… the officer let him die. Called him expendable, after he'd saved my life.” Crosshair’s shoulders slumped. “Not that he was the first Imperial I killed. You saw me take out my entire squad on Kamino. That was just the time it meant something…”

“It meant something on Kamino too. I know what you were trying to do then. You tried to save us, get us all together on what you thought was the winning side.” Miria kissed the back of his hand. 

He chuckled darkly. “I probably killed more Imperials than you guys did. And I was in the Empire.”

Miria snickered. “Maybe more than your brothers. Not me.”

His head snapped around. “What did you do?”

“There's a series of murders on Coruscant that will likely remain unsolved forever. Twenty six Imperial officers, found dead in their apartments or hotel rooms. None of them could tell me where you were. Then Echo and Rex found me and I worked with the Rebellion for a while.” 

Crosshair shook his head and let go of her hand so he could put an arm around her shoulders. “How the fuck did my shy little jet'ii end up a vigilante?”

She snuggled closer to him. “Hunter wanted to settle here, and raise Omega. I knew I'd never be happy without you.”

He smiled faintly. “Ni kartayl su.”

“Gar darasuum.” She breathed. 

Behind them, a child's giggle caught their attention. “You two are cute, Miss Miri!”

She chuckled and turned around. “Good morning, Lyanna. Shep. You're both up early.”

“We're on our morning walk, and we thought we'd bring you breakfast. We just dropped some fruit off with Hunter and Wrecker at your ship.” Shep chuckled. AZI was behind them, having followed from the Marauder. 

“Thank you.” Miria slid down from the rock and walked over, Crosshair right behind. “If we can do anything to repay your kindness, please tell me.”

“You saved my daughter's life the day I met you.” Shep shook his head. “This is the least I could do.” 

“You'd have done the same for my daughter.” Miria murmured, patting Mayrin’s back. “... how is Phee?” 

Shep sighed. “She's… having a tough time. But I'll tell her you asked about her. It'll mean a lot.”

He and Lyanna waved their goodbye and went to visit the next group of refugees who made the island planet home. 

Crosshair looked at Miria. “Phee?”

“Phee Genoa. She was… I think she was in love with Tech.” Miria sighed. “She helped us immensely.”

Crosshair’s demeanor stiffened and he took his bowl from her hands, tossing two of the fruits from it to AZI. “Let's get started.”

Miria sighed and sat on another rock as he posted up to start target practice. “.... you should at least eat something, darling.”

He acknowledged her with only a grunt, so she ate her breakfast, sharing with Batcher, and watched him as Mayrin dozed against her chest. 

Tech's death hurt him so much more than he would say aloud. She knew he hadn't seen the memorial wall yet, since he only went to their bed or the fresher in the ship and tried to stay away from it during the day otherwise. When he noticed, it was going to break his heart… 

She watched him miss almost half the shots he took, jaw tightening as he shook his rebellious hand out each time it betrayed him. He'd always had his eyes narrowed in cynical snark for as long as she'd known him, but they were wider now. Softer, in the way she'd only seen when he thought she was hurt…

He's afraid. 

Of course Crosshair was afraid. He'd been abandoned to his perspective, beaten down and abused, imprisoned, lost his twin, become a father with all the responsibility that entailed, and was still navigating the painful reintroduction to his other brothers who didn't trust him. He had all his hopes pinned on Miria and Omega, because he didn't even have the skills that would let him survive on his own if he was abandoned again. 

She looked up when Omega walked up. “Morning Miri.”

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Miria smiled. “Sleep well?”

“Better than ever. How about you?”

“It's nice to not have bars on the door.” Miria nodded. 

Omega looked over at Crosshair. “He been at this long?”

“About an hour.”

Omega went over to her brother, sass in every step she took. Miria couldn't help but wonder if this was how Crosshair looked at her, boggled by the difference since they met. “You can’t keep hiding.”

Crosshair huffed. “I’m not hiding. I'm training.” 

“You need to talk to Hunter.” Omega seemed unimpressed and ducked behind the rock he was using as a brace. “So what does this require, besides good eyesight? 

“Being a sniper is about more than looking through a scope. It requires patience, reading the environment… and knowing when you’ve got eyes on you.” He looked up at the rock ledge above them. Miria’s eyes followed his, spotting the silhouette of Wrecker and Hunter. “They don’t trust me.”

“Give it time.” Omega patted Crosshair’s shoulder gently. “But you will have to talk to them.” 

Crosshair grumbled and looked at Miria, who smiled. “She’s right, love.”

He scoffed, leaning back over his scope. Omega leaned against Miria’s side, giving Batcher some affectionate scritches and looking at Mayrin’s sleepy baby face. “How come he won’t let AZI look at his hand?” She finally sighed. 

Miria gently ruffled her hair. “Because he’s notoriously stubborn, even for a Mandalorian.” She kept her voice light, but her eyes drifted back up to Crosshair, and she couldn’t help but wonder if what he’d endured on Tantiss was worse than she’d first thought. Echo was just as vehemently against submitting to a medical droid’s care, no matter how bad he was hurt, after what he’d endured from the Techo Union… Her stomach flipped with the thought Crosshair may have been a victim of his own unspeakable horrors. He’d been on Tantiss longer than she had, and most of her suffering she was unconscious for. 

Overhead, a ship was coming into the atmosphere and startling her out of her discomfort. Miria smiled faintly. “Oh, that must be Echo.” 

Omega grinned. “I hope he brought everyone!” She jumped up and went running towards the landing zone with Batcher. 

Miria raised an eyebrow as Crosshair walked over to her and offered her a hand down from the rock she was sitting on. “Everyone?” He frowned. 

“She’s up to something.” Miria shook her head. “And I was not informed.”

“I hate surprises.” He grumbled, but put a hand on the small of her back on their way up the steps to the landing zone. Mayrin was awake by the time they got up there, catching up with Wrecker and Hunter. 

Echo was stepping out of his shuttle, arms wide open for Omega when she went running into them. “Hey, kid. I’m glad to see you back safe.” He looked up, and waved Miria over for a hug too. “You too. And I’ve heard all about this little one too.” His real hand lightly patted Mayrin’s silver fluff, getting a series of squeaks from her. 

“What, no hug for me?” Crosshair said sarcastically, arms crossed. 

“Depends on how good your intel is.” Echo scoffed. 

Crosshair’s eyes darted to the side and he clicked his tongue, expression chastened. Miria shook her head, knowing good and well these two had always shown their brotherly affection by seeing how much of a bitch they could be to the other. “It's good to see you too, Echo.”

Omega bounced on her heels. “Did you get my message, Echo? Did you bring them?”

“Yeah, I got it.” Echo laughed, tapping his scomp on the side of his shuttle. “The ride here was great though, I got free snacks.”

“Omega, what did you d-” Miria started, but was cut off by a loud, happy voice. 

“Miria! Sweetheart, I’m so glad you’re safe!”

She turned around to look up the ramp, blinking. “... Mother?”

Annalise Halcyon was standing on the ramp, Jet behind her holding her arm to keep her from tackling their daughter. “Hello, honey.” 

“Father, what are you doing here?” She cocked her head to the side. “Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but-”

“Omega commed us and said you’d been found, had your boyfriend back, and have a baby.” Irene’s curly head peeked around her parents, followed by Argais. “Aram’s got stuff for all of you.”

Miria looked at Omega. “You called my whole family?” 

“Hunter mentioned that they were also looking for us.” Omega said cheerfully. “I wanted them to know you were safe, and when I told Miss Anna about Mayrin…”

Anna had wiggled out of Jet’s grip and came running as the rest of the family disembarked, catching Miria’s face in her hands. “I had to come meet my grandbaby! And this man of yours.” She looked up at Crosshair, lavender eyes crinkling at the corners with delight. “You must be Crosshair. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“This is my mother, darling.” Miria sounded a little squished. “Annalise Halcyon. And this is my father, Jet. My aunt Irene Vizla-Draper, and my uncle Argais Draper… and the very tall one is Aram Draper. My cousin.” She wiggled free of her mother’s hands and gently led him over to make introductions. Anna squished him in a hug that he was a little stiff in returning, but Jet and Argais both politely offered handshakes he was more comfortable with. 

Irene circled him like a hawk curiously, sizing him up. “So you’re the ram’ser she’s crazy about.” She finally said. “You’re skinnier than I thought you’d be.”

“Aunt Irene.” Miria groaned. “We were in prison.”

Irene pinched her cheek affectionately. “With your mother here, you’ll both gain it back. As long as you’re not sick.” Her expression sharpened. “You’re awfully skinny to have a newborn.”

“I’m going to have to completely remake the dress.” Aram grumbled as he pulled her away from her aunt to hug her. “How dare you.”

“What dress?” Miria frowned, having had enough of being pulled left right and center. She tucked herself under Crosshair’s arm, wrapping her own around his waist to keep anyone else from yanking her. 

“Your wedding dress, of course.” He huffed.

Annalise wrang her hands anxiously. “You are still getting married, aren’t you sweetheart? Especially since you have a child….” 

Crosshair and Miria exchanged glances, a twitch in Miria’s eye. Crosshair nodded, brow furrowed. “Yes.”

“Then it’s time to get on that. I’ll handle the details, but I’m going to need more measurements.” Aram grinned. 

“Why do you just have a wedding dress?” Miria sighed, looking at Jet and Argais with pleading eyes. She loved her family dearly, but both the wives needed wrangling and Aram needed a handler.

“I made it when you told me you were engaged.” He grinned. 

“That was a year ago, and the first time we’d ever met.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. 

“And?” Aram’s smirk was as sharp as his eyeliner. 

“Father, help me.” 

Jet chuckled and walked over, waving Aram a step back. “Why don’t we go find somewhere to sit and talk. We can all meet the baby and actually have a discussion. Echo didn’t just bring us here for a family vacation, he has work to do and we’re getting in the way.”

Echo smiled. “Oh, watching you all make Crosshair uncomfortable was plenty of fun for me.”

Crosshair made a disgruntled face, but Hunter ushered them over to the large table they always had dinner at, to start catching up. 

Hours of retelling what they could, mostly by Omega, passed relatively smoothly. Crosshair and Miria, who’d been more confined, could only tell what little they knew about what the clones still trapped on Tantiss were enduring. 

“Anything to add?” Echo asked Crosshair, a little more forcefully than Miria thought was necessary, but she kept quiet and held his shaking hand in her lap. The tremble got worse the longer they talked about Tantiss, and she was beginning to suspect there was no physical injury causing it.

“I told you everything I had. I wasn’t exactly getting daily news in my cell.” Crosshair muttered, eyes down.

Echo nodded, looking at Miria. She sighed and looked over at her mother, who was holding Mayrin and cooing over her. “Hemlock said I was his personal experiment, not what the Emperor contracted him for. I wasn’t able to see much before the datapad locked, like the one Omega stole.” She tapped both datapads on the table with her fingernail. “He wanted a child of mine for a purpose, and I want to know what it was and how it tied into the experiments on the clones. Until we have answers, no one in the galaxy is safe. Not the clones, not my daughter, and not us.” 

Echo nodded. “The Imperial encryption is going to be a problem… especially without Tech.”

Everyone’s expressions dropped, and Crosshair looked away. Miria squeezed his hand under the table. “The encryption will be bypassed if it’s hooked up to an Imperial terminal.” He said softly. 

Echo raised an eyebrow. “And how do we get one of those?”

“I know an outpost. Understaffed, very remote. It should still be functional.” Crosshair said quietly. 

Miria frowned. The way he said it was heartbreaking, and she was hoping that the other clones would pick up on it and quit shooting him dagger looks every time he spoke. She’d told herself she wouldn’t interfere with the brothers reconnecting, however it had to happen…

“You didn’t mention this sooner?” Hunter snarked, dashing her hopes for compassion. 

“You didn’t ask.” Crosshair muttered, leaning back in his chair. Batcher put her head in his lap, begging for table scraps, and he slipped her a few morsels without looking. 

Omega looked from him to Hunter with annoyance on her face. Jet cleared his throat uncomfortably. 

Hunter sighed. “Fine. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo and I will go to this remote base. Omega will stay here with Miri.” 

Omega erupted, standing up in her chair. “We all just got back together, and you want to split us up!?”

“I’m not taking any chances about you getting captured again. You can stay with Miri and the baby, where you’ll be safe.” Hunter shook his head. 

Omega looked at Miria. “Those captured clones are my brothers too, Miri. I need to do this. Talk some sense into him!” 

Miria looked pensive, swirling her drink in her cup for a minute before looking at her side of the family. “Are any of you opposed to babysitting?”

Argais shook his head. “None.” 

Aram grinned. “You go do what you’ve got to do. By the time you get back in a couple days, I’ll have your whole wedding planned and ready. Your mom can bake the cake, your dad can build stuff, Ada can grow flowers, I’ll have the clothes ready, and Buir can organize and delegate any help we have.” 

Miria chuckled and looked at Crosshair. “Are you opposed to getting married once we return?”

“No.” He shrugged, ignoring the way Hunter’s eye was twitching. He wanted to be smug that his brother was getting overruled, but he couldn’t quite shake how much he hated knowing Hunter didn’t trust him. 

“Excellent.” Miria looked at Hunter. “We’re all going.”

“Sorry about my family, love. They mean well.” Miria was standing outside of the Marauder with Crosshair, having just handed over Mayrin and her things to her grandparents and watched them go into Echo’s ship. 

“It’s fine. They’re better than mine right now.” He grumbled and checked through a crate looking for something he could wear that was warm and semi-protective. “It’s going to be cold, you hate the snow. You could stay here.” 

“Are you starting to agree with Hunter now?” Miria snorted, shifting to make space as Omega walked up and joined them.

“What, you think we should stay behind too?” Omega huffed. 

“Hunter’s just trying to protect you.” Crosshair sighed. He hated agreeing with his brother right now, but their well-being was worth the chip in his pride.

“And what do you think?” Omega asked. 

“I know you’re capable, but you are still just a kid.” He said with a shrug.

“I’m older than you. Little brother.” The blonde clone teased. Crosshair actually chuckled with a sideways smirk. 

Omega grinned and took off into the ship to get her things, passing Wrecker as he brought a kit box over to them. “Crosshair. Here, I thought you might need this. I dunno if it’ll still fit, but…” He held the box out. 

Crosshair opened it, eyes widening. “My old armor.” His fingers brushed over the dust on the box, the dust of worlds he’d never stepped on tracked in by his brother’s boots. Stories now, experiences had in his absence he would never manage to fully know… but even when he was at his worst, they’d never thrown out this bit of him that lingered on the ship.

“Never felt right getting rid of it.” Wrecker smiled and handed it over before going back inside. 

“I guess you told them not to throw it out?” Crosshair raised an eyebrow, looking at Miria.

She shook her head with a smile. “I didn’t even know we still had it.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’d better go get my armor.” 

He watched her go up the ramp, pausing to talk to Hunter a moment. The sergeant sighed, shaking his head as Omega ran by behind him. “You sure about this, Miri?” 

“We’ve been apart too long, Hunter. I know you don’t trust him yet, but if you’d just talk to him things might get better.” She leaned in the doorway, hips cocked and arms crossed. 

“That’s a tall ask.” He snorted. “He tried to kill us.” 

“He’s not to blame for the inhibitor chip.” Miria straightened up and walked back towards the hold to get her armor, Hunter following. 

“He said it was taken out on Kamino.”

“Do you believe it?” She pulled her bed curtains around herself to change, still talking to him. 

“I don’t know…” He sighed, averting his eyes as her dress came flying up over the bar holding the curtains. 

“I know you better than this, Hunter. You forgave Wrecker for trying to kill us when his chip went off. And forgave me for lying to you about the Force bond.” She pulled the curtain back, in her flight suit and pulling on her plates. “You had less trouble than I did saving a Separatist senator, too. So what’s this really about, because it’s more than just Crosshair coming home.” 

He sighed. “... It’s about Omega.” He admitted quietly. “He brought her home. I should have been the one that broke her out of that prison, but I didn’t.”

Miria paused, securing on her chest plate. “... And you’re upset instead of grateful.”

“I failed her, Miri. And he was the one who found her.” Hunter’s fists clenched. 

She sighed, buckling on her belt and putting her pistol and lightsaber where they belonged on it. Her eyebrow cocked when she leaned back to look Hunter up and down like she was scanning him for weakness. He squirmed slightly under her lavender gaze. “Either you’ve developed a sense of moral superiority since I’ve been gone, or you refuse to acknowledge there’s any good in Crosshair despite the evidence to the contrary so that you can hate him forever without feeling guilt.”

“It’s not superiority.” He looked startled. 

“Then what is making you hold onto the idea that he is the problem and you’re blameless, Hunter?” She demanded firmly. “None of us, except Omega and Mayrin, are innocent in this. You can’t expect forgiveness when you withhold your own.”

Hunter scoffed. “What do I need to be forgiven for?” 

“The same thing I do.” Miria straightened her shoulders and took a step so they were shoulder to shoulder. “We left him.”

“He was trying to kill us.”

“I’m aware, Hunter. That doesn’t mean it was right, or that it didn’t hurt him just as much as what he did hurt us. We are all equal in this, so get off your high orbak and talk to your brother.” 

“Is that an order?” He stiffened, looking at her profile as she stared down the length of the hold. 

“No. This is a fight between brothers, and you’ll settle it like brothers. Besides, following orders isn’t exactly this squad’s style.” She shook her head with a fond smile, meeting his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, Hunter. I’m not angry with you.” 

He blinked. “You’re not?”

“No. I left him too, on Kamino. I didn’t want to, but I gave him a choice… You all deserve your choices. That’s why I went off on my own, once I felt him change his mind in the Force Bond. You wanted to stay on Pabu. That was your choice. We all make our own, and we all make bad ones sometimes. That doesn’t mean we can’t make a better one when we try again.” 

He sighed. “I really hate when you’re right.” 

She patted his shoulder. “You’ll hate this more. You and Crosshair are so much more alike than either one of you wants to admit.” She headed down the hallway with her helmet on her hip, smirking, and took her place in the cockpit. Hunter followed behind her, definitely annoyed, and looked over as Crosshair walked up the ramp. Hunter made a half-hearted growl and went to sit by Echo.

Omega clambered into her seat. “I talked to Crosshair.” She whispered. 

“I talked to Hunter. I hope it went better for you.” Miria looked over at Crosshair. “Make sure that armor fits, darling?”

He nodded and went back to the hold while Echo went through the pre-flight checks and they took off. Omega went up to sit with Echo and talk about what he’d been up to, excited about the prospect of saving the clones she’d been forced to leave behind. Hunter listened, proud of her, while Miria scratched Batcher under the chin and they all quietly got lost in contemplation about the next phase of their lives. 

Crosshair sat down next to her before she’d realized she’d been off in her own head for a while. She looked over and hummed softly. “I missed that armor…”

Crosshair adjusted the collar of his blacks, throwing his arm over her shoulders and letting her snuggle up to his side. “I did too.” He finally said. His expression seemed guarded and pained, like every part of what they were doing hurt him. The hand on his helmet over his knee was trembling again, and she put her own over it. 

“Crosshair?” She said softly. “Where are we going?” He’d told Echo the coordinates, but she’d been trying to organize their daughter’s overnight stay with her family and give Aram Crosshair’s dress uniform to get his size without touching him for wedding clothes. Crosshair had initially been fine with measurements… up until Aram actually touched him and he was suddenly locked in the fresher with his rifle and Batcher for well over an hour. 

“Barton-4.” He reached his left hand around her shoulder and started curling the white streak of her hair around his fingertip. “You won’t like it. It’s cold, and you hate the snow.”

She watched his face. Whatever had happened when he’d been here before had changed him. There was something haunted in his eyes, and he wouldn’t look at her. “Okay.” She said softly, holding his hand. “This time, we’re together.” 

He nodded, glancing over to see Hunter’s still-distrustful eyes locked on him. Before the Empire, whenever he and Hunter would get into an argument he knew for a fact that they’d get over it and Miria was always going to be as fair as she could… nowadays Hunter had history with her that he did and he wasn’t confident that this was a fight that could ever be resolved. 

“You weren’t kidding, this place is remote.” Wrecker muttered as he and Crosshair stepped out into the deep snow on Barton-4. “How’d you even know about this place?”

“A mission.” Crosshair said noncommittally, watching Batcher sink into the snow and try to catch a snowflake on her tongue. “One of my last.” 

Inside the ship, Miria and Hunter were both leaning over Echo as he ran a thermal scan. “Nothing coming up. There’s no one in there at all.” 

Hunter narrowed his eyes and stalked outside. “You said this place was understaffed, not completely abandoned, Crosshair.” Echo and Miria exchanged worried looks at just how aggressive he sounded with the sniper. Hunter was usually so controlled, especially when Omega was in sight. 

“It’s been months. Things change.” Crosshair shrugged, keeping his cool for the moment. Next to him, Batcher started whining and growling at a pulsing proximity sensor. “What’s the matter, girl?” 

Hunter looked at the sensors, crouching next to one. “These things put off a high-frequency sound. It must be effecting her. What are the sensors for?” He looked back at Crosshair sternly. 

“They were to alert the base about bandits from the mountainside.” Crosshair sighed. 

“And where are those bandits?”

“They were dealt with.”

“How do you know for sure?” Even Wrecker was starting to squirm at just how hard Hunter was going after Crosshair on this. And the sniper was losing patience. 

“Guess.” He finally snapped. “If you’re scared, then why don’t you stay on the ship?” 

Hunter growled, taking a step forward, but Echo got in the middle. “Kill each other later. We’re here for a reason.” 

Hunter gritted his teeth. “Fine.” He turned and walked off towards the base. Miria sighed, rubbing the sides of her helmet like it was her temples before following after him. She was going to strangle him.

Omega looked at Crosshair. “I said talk to him, not argue with him.” 

“... he started it.” Crosshair sighed.

Omega groaned and stomped off. Ahead of her, Miria had caught up to Hunter. “What in the Force was that?” She huffed. 

“He’s holding out on us, Miri. How the hell am I supposed to trust him if he’s not giving us all the information?”

She sighed. “I told you to talk to him. Not interrogate him!” 

“Well, he started it.” Hunter grumbled, speeding up to get away from her. She sighed and stopped, letting Omega catch up and grab her hand. 

She looked at the girl. “Crosshair say Hunter started it?”

Omega nodded. “Hunter say the same thing?” 

“Yes. Men are stubborn, Mandalorians are worse, and those two are just alike because they’re brothers..” She squeezed Omega’s hand and they started trudging through the snow together. 

“Why don’t you just order them to talk it out? You’re the general.” Omega asked curiously, looking up at Miria’s two-toned helmet. “That’s the only way this gets better.”

“You’re right about that, padawan mine. But being a leader is more complex than just telling people what to do.”

“It is?” Omega frowned. 

Miria nodded. “Being a good leader is knowing when to give an order, and when to give a choice. And about following through on our commitments to your team, for their best interest. I’d love nothing more than to lock those two in a room until they hugged it out, but that’s not what they need. They have to come to an understanding, like brothers… both of them hurt each other, and both of them have to make amends.” Miria put her arm around Omega’s shoulders. “They’ll come around. They love each other, stubborn as they are.”

“Aren’t you mad at Hunter for snapping at Crosshair, though? He’s your fiance?.”

“I can’t tell Hunter Crosshair didn’t do anything wrong. But I can’t tell Hunter he did everything right either. Everyone is flawed. Another important part of being a good leader is that you’ll have to take the skills and flaws of your team and yourself into consideration.” Miria bonked her head lightly into Omega’s. “You will make an excellent leader one day. I’m sure of it.” 

They got to the buried door of the facility, and Crosshair clicked his tongue to signal Batcher. The hound happily trotted up and started digging through the dense-packed slush, getting out of the way so Wrecker could open the door. Miria took a step back as Batcher started slinging snow at her, making a tiny noise of displeasure.

Omega looked up. “You don’t like snow, Miri?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” She said softly, a shudder up her spine as she remembered Illum and Kaller. Not this time. Nothing bad is going to happen this time. We’re going to be fine. She felt light headed and nauseated, chest aching again, but she tried to push it down. She’d let AZI look at her after they got back, but she had to make it through today.

Once Wrecker got the door open, the feeling had passed and they all stepped into the base. “The power is shaky in here.” Hunter grumbled. 

Omega pointed. “The terminal is over there.”

Echo nodded, and they headed over, the cyborg taking a moment to look at the facility mapping. “Most of the power has been depleted to maintain the proximity sensors. We’ll need to reroute it to the internal facility in order to boot up the main terminal.” 

“I’ll help you.” Omega smiled, and got started pushing buttons. Wrecker was examining the supply crates when Miria turned around, and she spotted Crosshair disappearing into another room. She followed him, pretending she didn’t feel Hunter’s eyes tracking her. 

When she caught up to her sniper, he was standing in front of a group of clone helmets left abandoned on the floor. The ache in the Force felt palpable, like a wound registering pain after the rush of adrenaline faded. He picked up one of the helmets, wrapped in strips of cloth, and held it up to look at it. She didn’t speak, just walked over to stand beside him for a long while. 

“This was his. Mayday.” Crosshair finally said, looking at her. He’d taken his helmet off, and the defeat on his face made her want to cry with him. “They just threw it back in here when they left…” 

She put her hand on his back. “Oh, Crosshair…” 

He sighed and carefully set the helmet on a crate, then started putting the others neatly next to it in formation. A commander, forever leading his men in this lonely outpost that had taken everything away. 

Miria picked up Crosshair’s helmet once the others were put away. “He must have been a very special brother.” She said softly. Mayday had done what no other clone could do, and made Crosshair not only respect but mourn a reg. She’d never thought she’d see the day. 

“He was. We were going to defect together, and find you. You’d have liked him…” He said quietly. “That day I reached out… I was here. There was an avalanche, and he shoved me out of the way and got crushed… when I brought him back here, the Empire wouldn’t save him. They let him die on the hangar ground.”

She handed him his own helmet and knelt in front of the little memorial to Mayday and his men, waving for him to kneel beside her. “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.” She said quietly. “Vor entye, Mayday.”

“That’s more Mando’a than I taught you.” Crosshair looked at her. 

She wrapped her knuckles against her chestplate. “Aunt Irene adopted me into Clan Vizla. I took it seriously.” 

He nodded, looking back at the helmets. “... He’d have liked that too, I think.”

She put her hand on Mayday’s gently. “He’d be proud of you, darling.” 

They got up and she pretended not to notice Hunter watching them before he disappeared from the doorway. 

They walked back into the main room as Echo got the terminal online. Hunter was leaning over him again, Omega sifting though one datapad while Echo looked at the other. “Anything?” Hunter frowned. 

“No coordinates on either datapad. Nala Se’s is mostly medical information, but there’s more clones on Tantiss than we realized.” He glanced at Omega’s datapad, then frowned at his own. “Miri, c’mere.” 

Miria slid over and looked at the pad he was holding. Her eyes narrowed and she took it from him, scrolling through the data. 

While she was reading, Crosshair headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Hunter growled. 

“To check the perimeter.” Crosshair stalked out. 

Hunter went after him, and Echo put a hand on Omega's shoulder. “Let them work it out. Besides, you might be needed here.” He pointed to Miria. 

Their general's pale face was red and creeping down her neck, eye twitching, and teeth clenched. Wrecker frowned. “Miri?”

“I know what he wanted Mayrin for.” She finally ground out. “A Force-sensitive assassin he raised from birth to be loyal. That monster…” She couldn't breathe, fear and fury braided into her nervous system. Her baby, her sweet and smiley starshine who was only two weeks old and couldn't even lift her little silver head yet, who held onto her mother's necklace when drinking her bottle, and giggled whenever she heard Crosshair’s voice while she cuddled with the pink tooka doll they’d named Rosie… he wanted to train all the sweetness out of her and sic her on his enemies like an aggressive strill. 

Miria understood now why Irene had told her that having a child was like your heart living outside your body, and why the Jedi code forbid Jedi becoming parents. She knew without a doubt she'd take systems to their knees to protect that baby. She'd blow space stations and star destroyers into debris fields, and face battalions bare handed and alone if that was what it took. 

The facility rumbled again, lights pulsing as her temper went spiraling beyond her body in the Force. Metal screeched when it started to twist, the light bulbs buzzing as they approached overload. “Miri.” Echo said firmly. “No repeats of 79s.”

She closed her eyes and collected her breathing, counting her inhale and exhale to calm herself before she broke something with the Force. “I'll never let him have her.” She finally said softly. “And she doesn't have a chip, Echo. Did you find anything?”

“Mostly just medical information.” He sighed. “... and proof you were right. Crosshair did still have his chip until they cut it out on Tantiss. It was amplified on Kamino, right after Order 66. After the ion engine on Bracca, it was intermittently functional, with scans indicating he probably could have fought it if he'd known.”

“They told him it was removed so he wouldn't fight.” Miria nodded. “Cruel but predictable for the Empire.”

“... he was on the platform for 32 rotations, Miri.” Echo whispered. “Dehydration and brain swelling from salt water damaged it further. It was non-functional after he was deemed fit for duty.”

Wrecker, Miria, and Crosshair exchanged horrified looks. “He had no one after that.” Wrecker finally said. “Except the Empire. He was free, but he couldn't get away.”

“Until Mayday.” Miria breathed, spinning on her heel. Hunter needed to know this, before one or the other said something unforgivable-

She'd barely gotten to the door when the ground under them rumbled. She grabbed the doorframe to steady herself and looked out, to find both brothers squaring up as Hunter shoved Crosshair. Her sniper was running his mouth again, just like he had with Rex on Anaxes, and he was about to get decked for it again. Only this time, it was Hunter. They knew each other better than almost anyone, and could use that knowledge to hurt each other deeper than anyone in the galaxy. “Hunter! Crosshair!”

“What?!” They both turned and yelled, just as a huge creature burst out of the snow roaring in fury behind them.

“That!” Miria yelped. “Wrecker! Get in position at the door!”

Wrecker ran to his post as Miria threw her hands up and seized both brothers with the Force, dragging them off their feet and to her. The wyrm overturned their ship in its pursuit, but she snatched them inside and went flying with them as Wrecker slammed the door.

Crosshair and Hunter were both flopped ass over teakettle, looking at the ceiling, when they heard a muffled voice. “I beg your pardon, gentlemen, but get off me.”

They rolled opposite directions and Miria pushed herself up on her hands and knees. “Everyone alright?” She coughed, patting her chest plate to clear the dust she'd inhaled. 

“What was that thing?” Omega tucked herself against Wrecker. 

“One of the many reasons I hate the snow.” Miria grumbled. “It's a snow wyrm, and they're very territorial.”

“We'll never dig the Marauder out with that thing stalking us.” Hunter sighed. “We need to get the power back to the perimeter beacons.”

“We'll have to reset the power from the main breaker, outside.” Echo looked at the building schematics. “But none of that will matter unless we get the wyrm outside the perimeter. Otherwise it's just locked in here with us.”

“I'll lure it outside the perimeter.” Crosshair volunteered. 

“Not by yourself.” Hunter grumbled. 

“I'll spot you both from the tower.” Echo looked at Miria. “Wrecker can handle the breaker.”

“I'll cover his run.” Miria nodded. “Omega, you be ready to power up the beacons on Echo’s signal.” 

This was familiar, the song and dance of a plan and all its moving parts. She missed Tech’s voice chiming in, but she hoped he was proud of them in the Force. They'd done what he'd dreamed of. Crosshair was home. 

I'll keep them safe, Tech. I won't let you down. 

They scattered, Miria and Wrecker running left as the creature dove after them and ignored Hunter and Wrecker. “Why is it always a huge monster?” Wrecker groaned as they ran. “And why does it always want to eat me?!”

“The same reason something bad always happens to me in the snow. Illum, Kaller, now this?” She shot at the wyrm over her shoulder, but that didn't seem to deter it. 

She needed Crosshair’s sharpshooting here, to lure the thing away. But he was shooting at half accuracy now, and she was going to have to plan around-

A series of loosely grouped shots distracted the wyrm and it took off after the two figures firing; Crosshair and Hunter. 

“We're in the breaker room.” Miria gasped into her comm. “Talk Wrecker through this, Omega. Echo, where are the others?”

“Hunter fell in a hole.”

“What the…. A hole?!”

“He's underground, Crosshair’s using Batcher to track him from up top. They've moved to another comm channel.”

“Are they still fighting?” She groaned. 

“Yup.”

Miria resisted the urge to get on their channel and swear like a Hutt. She'd said she'd let them handle it… “How's it going, Wrecker?”

“Almost done…. There. Power is rebooted. Get ready, Omega!”

Miria ran out into the middle of the hangar, trying to get a visual on Crosshair and Hunter. She could see the skinny sniper shooting at the ground and slamming his rifle into the ice to make a hole for Hunter. Even from here, she could hear him screaming his brother's name. Because he cared, he'd always cared and so had Hunter but they'd both been too stubborn to say it. 

Hunter’s helmet popped out of the hole and Crosshair dragged him to his feet just as the wyrm came screaming to the surface. Both clones and Batcher ran for their lives, the perimeter a hundred yards away. “Omega, get the beacons on!” Miria took off running towards the perimeter, trying to get close enough to grab them with the Force again. 

They were too far away. Just like Tech, too far away for her to save him as he fell. She had to get to them. Crosshair couldn't die here and he couldn't lose another brother to this planet like Mayday. She couldn't lose another brother either. She had to- 

The snow, Force she hated snow so much, slogged her boots down and she fell on her elbows in the slush with a scream. “Crosshair! Hunter!” 

She couldn’t breathe. Her chest was in a vice and the blood in her veins was colder than the snow. Spots were in her vision, everything was spinning, something was wrong with her and she couldn’t reach them.

The two brothers and Batcher slid into the perimeter, and the wyrm stopped hard, growling furiously for a moment. Batcher barked like she was making fun of it, and Crosshair slowly reached over and patted her. The wyrm sank back out of sight and the ground stopped moving under them, so he slipped his helmet off and looked at Hunter. 

The sergeant took his bucket off too, and they gave each other a nod before looking up at the mountainsides surrounding them. Crosshair kept thinking about the last time he'd seen them, also coming back to the base with a brother… and how different the reception would be. 

He got up slowly and offered Hunter a hand up to his feet. Hunter looked at his hand for a long minute, his own voice echoing in his head. They’d been screaming at each other, just before the wyrm attacked… and Crosshair had still done his part despite how close they’d come to blows. He took his brother's hand and let Crosshair pull him to his feet.

They walked back towards the base, spotting Wrecker crouching by Miria as Echo and Omega met up with them. Wrecker took off, clapping both brothers in a fierce hug when he reached them. Crosshair looked surprised, but awkwardly patted Wrecker’s back.

Echo chuckled. “See? They worked it out. I don’t even see any blood this time.” 

Omega gave him a look. “... Did they used to hurt each other?” 

Miria was still sitting in the show, panting like she’d run a marathon and shaking like a leaf in a gale. “Hunter’s nose is crooked… because Crosshair broke it during an argument. Twice. Hunter usually… wins the fistfight though.” 

Omega made a face. Echo patted her shoulder affectionately. “It’s normal, kid. Don’t worry.” He took Wrecker’s spot beside Miria, looking her over and helping her up. “What happened?”

She shook her head. “I… I don’t know. It felt like I’d gotten sick again, the weakness and breathlessness…” 

He frowned. “What happened immediately before?”

“I couldn’t reach them in the force to get them… Like I couldn’t catch Tech-” She winced at a sharp pain across her chest. “Ah, there it is again…”

Echo put a hand on her shoulder. “Miri… has this happened before?”

“In small ways… since we escaped Tantiss. But never this bad.” She winced again, trying to get her breathing under control and rubbing her chest. She needed to get it together before Crosshair saw her and started to worry… “I’ll lett AZI take a look when we get back to Pabu.”

“Miri, I think you might have had a panic attack.” Echo frowned. “Have AZI check to be sure, but… it looks a lot like what I was dealing with right after Skako. Especially around medical droids.”

Miria froze, looking at him with wide eyes. “... A panic attack?” She’d never had a panic attack before… she’d thought she’d handled the traumatic nature of the war pretty well with the skills the Jedi instilled in her growing up. She’d always been able to let the fear go into the Force, never been afraid to die-

That was before Tech and Tantis…

She dropped her hands to her sides quietly. “Does it ever get better?”

“Eventually. You learn to deal with it, they become less frequent.” He patted her shoulder. “Just don’t try to ignore them. They get worse when you do.” 

She nodded shakily, looking over at the other three brothers. Wrecker still had Crosshair and Hunter in a pseudo-headlock hug when they got back, practically dragging them. Miria smiled as he released them, giving Hunter a hug. “You two okay?” She whispered. 

“I think so.” He patted her back. 

Miria let him go and ducked under Wrecker’s arm to get to Crosshair, wrapping her arms around his waist. He immediately reached for her face, leaning down for her. “I’m okay.” He whispered, rubbing her cheek with his gloved thumb. “I’m here.” 

That was what she needed to hear, more than anything. 

It took a couple hours to dig out the ship, even with all six of them working, but they eventually got it out. Crosshair took a last look at Barton-4, fiddling with his toothpick silently. He and Hunter still hadn’t really talked about what hung between them, but the resentments had faded with the united front against the wyrm. The sergeant was carrying a shovel and passed him, so he bit the bullet to try and be the mature one. “Hunter?”

His brother paused, looking at him curiously. “Hm?”

“I thought I knew what I was getting into. With the Empire.” Crosshair murmured. He’d been so in over his head almost the whole time, trying and failing to find purchase. “I thought I was being a good soldier, but I was…. I made mistakes. A lot of mistakes…”

Hunter put a hand on his shoulder. “I have regrets too, Crosshair. We can’t change the past, just try to be better than we were before. Maybe there’s hope for us yet.” 

Crosshair nodded quietly. Hope… on Tantiss, the only hope he’d had was Miria and Mayrin. He looked out across the snow-covered duracrete hangar, spotting Miria standing on the edge near the perimeter looking out at the landscape. “Did she ever lose hope?” He asked quietly. 

“No.” Hunter smiled. “It got dim, sure. Especially when she was sick. But she never gave up on you.” 

Crosshair nodded again as Hunter went into the ship, watching Miria for a bit longer. She looked up at an ice vulture that had been circling since they’d arrived, and he wondered what was going through her head. Maybe she was sensing something in the Force… he didn’t quite understand it, but he never really had. All he knew was that it had given him Miria, connected their minds even when they were systems apart, and brought their daughter to save them both. 

Miria held an arm up after a moment, and he froze when the ice vulture landed on her forearm. She brought it down so they could look each other in the eye, some sort of silent conversation between her and the massive bird of prey. It leaned over and preened the white stripe in her hair, her laugh echoing back across the snow to him. She scratched its head fondly before bending her knees and throwing her arm up to give the vulture a boost into the air. It spread its wings wide and flew low, almost brushing Crosshair with its feathers before banking straight up. 

Crosshair looked up, watching it double back towards the mountains for a moment before he felt Miria’s hand slip into his. “Making friends?” He looked back down at those lavender eyes of hers. 

“That might be the only enjoyable part of this planet.” She smiled. “He’s a beautiful creature, and very brave.” 

“He? Did you name it?” Crosshair raised an eyebrow as she pulled him towards the ship. 

“He had a name. I simply introduced myself.”

“Oh?” Crosshair let her go up the ramp first, watching the way she moved with a newfound appreciation. 

“Mayday.”

Crosshair sucked in a sharp breath, freezing on the ramp. “... Mayday?”

Miria turned around and reached a hand out to him. “I told you he’d be proud of you.”

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #crosshair #star wars #fanfic #caught in the crosshairs

[amaurotine-daydreaming]

XXI. Grave

“I think I might be havin’ second thoughts about us takin’ this job.”

Mellow Madrigal leaned on her shovel with both hands. “What, why? We weren’t even tasked to kill anything, just had to defend ourselves getting here.”

“Aye, it’s just…” B’shen Tia looked around at the weathered stones sticking up haphazardly from the dark earth. His ears flattened. “All I’m sayin’ is, grave robbin’ seems a step too far. It don’t feel like we should be that desperate.”

“We ain’t digging up the grave, we’re just going after the headstone,” Madrigal pointed out, shoving the point of her shovel near the stone’s base. “Bloody beats me why she wants some millennia-old rocks, though.”

Nadan dropped another cleared piece of rubble into a pile with its kin and dusted his hands off.  “Salvage? Construction? Souvenirs?”

“She said summat about what was written on it that matters,” said B’shen.

“Listen, I’m not of a mind to question that she-devil,” Madrigal said. “That’s how it is with merchants as powerful as her. She wants something, we get it, we get paid.” She flung aside a clod of dirt from her shovel. “You don’t ask unless you want to run the risk of getting one o’ these before your next nameday.” She nudged the headstone with her foot, then stuck the spade in the ground once more.

“She isn’t paying us to ask questions,” Nadan agreed. 

“Maybe not,” B’shen said, gripping his own shovel but making no renewed attempt to use it, “but I still gotta ask how in the hells we’re gonna lug this bugger back in one piece.”

“Where in the seven hells have you been?”

The three of them looked over toward the shattered entrance of the dome, where beyond the hazy orange-green sky of Azys Lla peeked through. Standing on the top step was a petite Xaela woman with a revolver strapped to her back.

“Mudita!” said Madrigal, brightening. She gestured to the pockmarked earth and partially dislodged tombstones. “We was just doing some excavatin’ for them stones.”

Mudita hopped down to ground level and walked over, surveying their work. Instead of pleased, their leader looked incredulous. “Why in the name of the gods are you looking here and not in the research facilities?” 

“The research facilities? Why would they be there?” asked Nadan, equally incredulous.

“We’re lookin’ for tombstones, ain’t we?” B’shen added. “Which is why we figured an old church was a good place to–”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Mudita raised a hand to stop them. She pressed her thumb and ring finger to her temples. “Did you just say ‘tombstones’?”

B’shen looked at Madrigal. 

“Aye?” confirmed Madrigal with a shrug. “That’s what Rowena ordered, innit?”

Mudita stared at them. When all she got back were three blank looks, she buried her face in her hands. “Gods above. You absolute dung-brains.” 

“Now hold on,” her brother Nadan protested.

“She wants TOMEstones, not tombstones, you deaf manzasiri! One of these!” Mudita grabbed something slim from the satchel at her hip and chucked it. It bounced off of Nadan’s shoulder.

“Ow!”

Madrigal leaned down and picked up the fallen object. She turned it over to one side and then the other. It was about the length and width of a Triple Triad card, and an ilm or so thick. One side was striped with glowing lines–three red, one blue. 

B’shen, for his part, looked relieved. Nadan sidled over and peered at the strange device, rubbing his stinging shoulder. 

The three of them looked at one another.

“Well boys,” Madrigal said, “I guess that solves more than one of our problems, eh?”

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv

[season2episode6]

So I have this when Azi and Crowley swapped bodies, Aziraphale left his unchanged and Crowley made his completely genderless, no genitalia, not even nipples. Azi made a note of this and felt bad because he often fantasised about Crowley in a traditionally masculine sense, yk penis and stuff. So when he saw Crowley's body is genderless he was almost instantly ashamed, thinking maybe Crowley was asexual or that he didn't prefer to present as any gender. The real reason behind this it because Crowley is quite the opposite, he often feels lustful just from the angels presence alone, with Aziraphale inhabiting his body he knew that hes 'nether regions' wouldn't be able to behave so he got rid of it all together because he didn't want to make Azi uncomfortable having to deal with that. While inhabiting the Angels body he had to miracle away the blushing, he also had to BATTLE the urge not to take a peek at anything. Ok bye now

#good omens #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #my edit #s2 posters #posters #peeking azi #peeking crowley #:)

[nimata-beroya]

Thanks for your answer (it was well worth the wait)! First of all, yippie for continuing Rough Awakening - I've reread it a few times and still love your take. In regard to the SWR parallels: Though I like fics that reunite Cross with TBB, I think a long redemption arc is much more meaningful and - if well executed - would illuminate the struggles that weren't shown by Kallus' redemption arc. There's a lot of potential for powerful story-telling (1/2)

Aww! 😊🥰 I´m glad that I didn't lose you as a follower during my absence. And yes!! Long, well-crafted redemption arcs are the best! I also wish we had had that for Kallus but we might have it someday. There's a post in my queue for today or tomorrow that says that since Andor and Ahsoka are having their own shows, Kallus needs his. That way all known Fulcrum agents have a show. I wholeheartedly agree!!! Can you imagine? They could show everything we didn't get to see in Rebels. Anyway, sorry, I went off the topic.

You're right, my confidence in the TBB writers to pull that kind of storyline off is not the best. There are some issues that irk me with what they've done so far. It could improve in season 2 tho. I'm hoping for the better, but I'm preparing myself for being disappointed, just in case.

Crosshair is such a complex character that I could go on and on about each of his layers. Again, you're right. Part of his motivation is to prove to everyone that he's the best. Many can see it as arrogance, and certainly, there's some of that. But I think it goes much deeper than that. To me, that implies self-esteem issues as in If I'm not the best then I'm nothing. And he's not the only one with similar thoughts, I might add. Both Rex and Echo had said a similar thing ("We're soldiers, what else is there?"). Isn't it ironic that, out of everyone in the BB, Crosshair who despises the regs is the most similar to them?

Anyway, Echo and Rex don't take that sentiment as far as Cross does, but we can only imagine how his cadet days were like. Just as any clone, not meeting the Kaminoans' expectations meant death at best and reconditioning at worst, and even when the batch had "desirable" mutations, they were not exempt from that threat. The trauma of that has Crosshair in survival mode 24/7. Even now. It's that so, that he says it to Hunter in 1x15, that they'd be safe with the Empire. He wants them all safe.

As for which scene confirmed to me that Cross has still the chip in, nothing major. Just a voice-over of him saying YET AGAIN "Good soldiers follow orders". Granted, it could be a voice-over from season 1, but why use it on the trailer? Why do they insist on that, a phrase that means that the clones are controlled if Cross isn't being controlled anymore? It doesn't make sense! the only explanation I can find is that Cross in fact still has the chip. I will die on this hill until I get 100% confirmation, via scan done by Azi3 or Tech. And even then, I might ignore it 🤣. In the GFFA everything is possible, so if Palpatine somehow returned, Crosshair can still have the chip.

And just for you, a tiny teeny bitsy sneak peek from my fic below the cut. It's a bit angsty. Don't kill me! 😅

"What if something is wrong?" Omega asks no one in particular, stopping halfway through her path. "They should be done by now."

Hunter approaches her and goes on one knee to get to her eyes' level. "Nothing is going wrong, ‘Mega. Dr. Kinall and Azi are taking care of Crosshair. He'll be fine."

"But they're taking too long. It was faster when we were on Bracca."

"Probably because there's no surgical pod here like in the cruiser's medbay. The doctor and Azi have to go by hand and hence why it’s taking longer."

"Echo is right. They're going slow because they're being careful. We just have to be patient, okay?"

Omega looks at them in turn and huffs sadly. "Fine!" Then, she returns to her pacing. Hunter and Echo share a worried glance. Even when their arguments to pacify Omega are true, it's hard to ignore her concerns. Same concerns have crossed Echo's mind as well.

#mare replies #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #tbb

[death-v-elvis]

My fiancé rolled over and said

Did anyone do a Heat Miser and Snow Miser ineffitable husband au?

Me: idk but I might if no one else will

I mean look at these dudes

#peek character design #i guess they are brothers?? #but that is why we arent shipping them #bc no #we are shipping crowley and azi #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #yes

[kuekyuuq]

*Sometime 2019 on the CWSG set*

Random CW-exec: *mumbling to themselves* “...need to save more money..”

Katie: *fooling around with Mel’s stunt-double’s wig* “Hey, everybody, look! I’m Melissa!” 

Mel: “...is that really how I look like?” *pulls awkwardly on her bangs* “I guess, I’ll let them grow out again for next season...” 

Azie: *laughing* “Take that off, Katie, it makes you look old. Like, totally retro.”

Mel: “...heeey!”

Katie: *peeks into a mirror* “...ugh, you’re right, I could be my own mother.” 

Random CW-exec: “GENIUS!” 

Katie: “...oh, no...” 

#supergirl #bts #incorrect quotes #supercorp #wigs #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #lena's mom

[narraboths]

“I think this is the most transparent and vulnerable I’ve felt through Kelly,” Tesfai told TheWrap. “So much of what she’s going through is my personal experience. And so much of what she says are [in] my heart and things that I’ve been through.”

That said, Tesfai also wants fans to know that this conversation is one that is much bigger and applies to a lot of people, not just her.

“I hope that our young Black fans and young Black female fans feel seen in some capacity,” Tesfai said. “And all of our fans, whether it’s through me or Diggle or J’onn, or amazing guest stars in Orlando [Jhaleil Swaby] and Aiden [Stoxx, who plays Joey], I hope that they feel like they’re not just a one-off side character that’s boiled down into one person, but there’s nuances in the story. And I feel like everyone else has a better understanding about how to have these conversations with their loved ones. And know that feeling uncomfortable and not having a resolve is the norm, and that that means you should lean into it more and hopefully it provides some sort of guidelines to explore those conversations. That would be my dream.”

#supergirl #supergirl spoilers #kelly olsen #azie tesfai #oh shes gonna tear this UP