#sunset over pabu

[skellymom]

"Sunset Over Pabu"

Hunter X OC/Reader One Shot

Word Count: 910

Background: An "Old Love" relationship. Nostalgia. Saying Goodbye. Using planet and star interchangeably. The celestial body in this fic is a Moon, similar to our planet Mars it reflects light so the appearance is a shining star.

The inspiration for this story came from @lightspringrain artwork. Including the link to her Etsy shop and image of "Hunter's Moon"

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1556715876/star-wars-the-bad-batch-omega-or-hunter?ref=yr_purchases

There are parallels to the first time Mad met Hunter in this fic. To read how they met, here is the link:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

Warning: Sadness.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

They snuggled close on that settee just as they did the first night meeting on Ord Mantell.  In between trips off world, children, weddings, funerals, holidays, and all manner of life Hunter and Mad carved out while on Pabu to watch the sunset together.  Approximately 10 standard cycles of building a bonfire on the beach and cuddling up together to watch the sky turn deep shades of crimson, purple, and eventually black.  Gazing at the stars as they cycled by with the seasons in the night sky. 

The broken settee was resurrected by Hunter’s own hands when they first settled.  He built it strong enough for two.  A solid foundation so it would never break again.  Mad helped weatherproof it to withstand the ocean salt.  Together, they performed maintenance when needed, so it would last for many years.  A continuing project and labor of love. 

In addition, a firepit was constructed to hold the burning heat kept within.  Hunter and Mad collected stones on their travels around the galaxy.  Bringing back chunks of memories to line into a continuing never-ending circle.  Occasionally family and friends would add their own additions when returning to Pabu. Wrecker kept his eye out for oddly shaped or colored rocks while fishing and would surprise them with a new addition already stacked against the ring. 

Tonight, Hunter had a bit of difficulty making his way down the stone steps to the beach.  Mad took his hand, providing support.  His long hair and beard had gotten greyer the last few months.  She joked that he was almost as silver as her.  The wrinkles and laugh-lines accumulated since being together, a happy long life for a clone prominent on his face. He smiled as she fussed about him being careful not to slip. 

“Taking good care of me.” 

“Of course, what else would I do.”  

She winked, and he chuckled. 

He told Mad tonight he’d forego their usual “Spotchka under the stars” and just do “The Stars” for tonight.  The alcohol was wearing heavily on his system, making for extremely tiring mornings after...even with him cutting back considerably. 

In the last few months, Hunter and Mad watched a vibrant moon make its transit across the heavens.  It stood out amongst the other stars.  Burning a brilliant red flicker that could be easily seen even though it was millions of light years away. The bright red star reached the zenith of its orbit and total brilliance tonight per Tech’s calculations.   

“There’s YOUR moon, Hunky!” Mad pointed up above.  

There was a number for this moon at one point. With millions of celestial bodies orbiting the galaxy, only numbers were given to keep track of them all. That wasn't good enough for Omega though. She named it “Hunter’s Moon” rotations ago before leaving on her own journey with Echo and Crosshair. 

“Shame it’s the last night we’ll see it on Pabu.” Hunter mused. 

Mad sighed. “Didn’t Tech say something about it being visible somewhere else?” 

“Think he mentioned another planet not far from this one...” Hunter trailed off. 

“Whattsamatter Hunky?” 

He looked a little guilty “Not sure I’m up to traveling much any time soon.” He also sounded tired. 

“Not in any hurry. We have a sky full of stars.” 

“Mhmm, that’s my Mad... always thinking ahead.” 

“It’s the wanderlust. Brain never shuts off.” 

“I LOVE you, Maadienne.” 

Mad smiled and squeezed his hand. “I LOVE you too, Hunky.” 

They both gazed up at Hunter’s Moon.  

“Make a wish, Mad!”  Hunter said quietly.  

They were both silent for a while.  Then Hunter gently rested his head against hers. 

She knew he wouldn’t come out and tell her his wish, that to tell it wouldn’t come true.  Mad still liked to chide Hunter and try to playfully tease it out of him.  It would end in tickling, laughter, hugs, kisses...and on less tiresome nights love making. On tiresome nights they fell asleep in each other's arms on the beach. 

“Okay Hunky, spill the beans.”  Mad hugged Hunter tighter.  He didn’t reply.   

“Hunky..?”   

Mad brushed Hunter’s long locks away from his face. She gazed down at him, marveling at how the bonfire illuminated his hair, tattoo, dark skin. The face of a sleeping angel.  A rhyme in time back on Ord Mantell all those years ago.  The younger man who decided to buy her a drink in Cyd’s Parlor.  A partner that travelled with her across the galaxy, helped care for her family, whose brothers adopted them all, and a partner that never left her side. 

She caressed his face lovingly, immersing herself in the scent of his skin, hair, and... 

...breath...? 

Hunter’s chest had stilled.  An expected, but heavy weight resting against her body, a bit heavier than his usual bodily presence. 

“Oh...Hunter...Hun...” Mad suddenly hitched and exhaled, tears running down her face. 

She knew this day would eventually come.  And as the full rotations went on, she kept wishing on a certain red star that she could have another standard day with him.  Every standard day she wished to have another. 

But wishes only carry you so far...and there are only so many wishes granted. 

And you must accept that the universe has other plans. 

To believe in having just a moment of happiness instead of none. 

Mad kissed Hunter’s forehead.  “Aw, Hunky...we were REAL good...  Weren’t we? 

The red star above Pabu twinkled in reply to Mad’s words as she hugged Hunter for the last time. 

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[flight0fthenavigat0r]

point of no return. . .

#I’m adding the screencap of the sunset over pabu in ep11 once it’s uploaded #star wars #the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #sw tbb spoilers #crosshair bad batch #crosshair tbb #tbb crosshair #tech bad batch #tech tbb #tbb tech #wrecker bad batch #wrecker tbb #tbb wrecker #hunter bad batch #hunter tbb #tbb hunter #omega bad batch #omega tbb #tbb omega

[littlefeatherr]

Fics

Hunter with first prompt fill by @freesia-writes

Forgive Me - Echo x Medic Reader by @knightprincess

Stars Beyond Number Masterlist - Complete - Echo x Riyo, Captain Gregor x Cerra by @dystopicjumpsuit

Masterlist of Hunter Fic Goodies by @freesia-writes

As Iron Sharpens Iron by @arctrooper69

Sunset Over Pabu by @skellymom

Close Combat Part 1 and Part 2 by @isthereanechoinhere96

Strawberry Seduction by @isthereanechoinhere96

It wasn't love at first sight by @vodika-vibes

Two Hearts Beat as One by @soka-writes-things

Adjustment Period by amadacientistapproaches

Magnetic Pull by The_Absent_Minded_One

The Transport on the Left by @thecoffeelorian

Art

Gonky decided to pick up some stragglers on his way out of prison by @queenjiru

You're My First and Last Dance by @perfectlywingedcrusade

We Mustn't Give Up On Him by @coralsnake

Crosshair and Omega by @unapologetically-sober

I'm Staying Until She Wakes Up by @tikkisfanart

He's babysitting by @clownbloody

TBB x 4 by @animepopheart

Crosshair and Varel by @zaana

TBB S2 Helmut PNG by @stars-n-spice

Commander Wolffe by @keelifallen

Hunter and Omega by @catdoesarts

it really gets to me that omega has probably watched her brothers grow up by @gil-estel

Echo in Art by@delicateartisantrash

Les misérables by @blessyo4

Lost But Not Alone by @ars-de-elysium

#the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #commander wolffe #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb echo

[wanderer-six]

Golden Hour (for @starrylothcat)

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

AN:  This is a gift for @starrylothcat as thanks for reading over my veRY long fic for the clone fic exchange--THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN and I really hope I did this prompt justice to thank u properly ahh HUNTER IS SUCH A DOLL and indulging in island life with Hunter ohhh what a dream skldhfls PLEASE ENJOY and thank u so much again ♥♥

Relationships: Hunter x Fem Jedi!Reader

Summary: You and Hunter have always harbored feelings for one another, but the galaxy always had something more pressing for the two of you to focus on. Now that you've arrived on Pabu, it seems you finally have a chance to be honest with yourselves and share how you truly feel... nerve-wracking as that may be.

Warnings: sweet to start, leading to smut (oral m! receiving, unprotected piv sex) (@starrylothcat said "I’m ok with some smutty smut kissy kissy too" aND I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH SMUTTY SMUT KISSY KISSY slkdhflkdsh)

Word Count: 3.5k

After months of running from the Empire, after years of war, Pabu was a dream.

The setting sun painted the calm, sprawling ocean warm orange and red. Standing outside the little bungalow you’d been staying in, the breeze rolling through your hair, you felt like the star of some sappy holovid–certainly a far cry from the role of Jedi General that you used to play. 

The scene reminded you of the sunset over Coruscant, memories from back in your youth when you’d actually been able to enjoy such a sight. Having the time–the freedom–to enjoy it again now… you weren’t sure how to feel. 

Pabu really was a dream. But much like your fondest dreams, you struggled to grow too attached, knowing you’d inevitably wake up. You always did.

Still, it was nice to pretend, even if it couldn’t last. You had a quaint home, your beloved squad (who had found plenty to enjoy about the island, themselves)... why couldn’t you be happy, just for a little while?

“I was wondering where you’d run off to…”

A bitter smile formed on your lips. Whether he knew it or not, he was one of your lingering reservations.

Hunter ascended the stone stairway, making his way to your side and leaning against the half-wall of the balcony.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Seems like you already have,” you teased.

Hunter chuckled. His gaze turned out to the ocean, but yours remained on him for a moment. Though he looked perfectly at peace, you could feel a buried tension within him through the Force.

“This place sure is something, isn’t it?” he remarked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “it’s nice, finally getting a chance to relax. We all needed it.”

Hunter hummed in agreement, before falling silent. Still, he wouldn’t–or couldn’t–meet your gaze. With the way his eyes darted, and his lips pursed, you could tell he struggled with what to say next. The silence overstayed its welcome, until finally, he spoke.

“You know, being here has me… thinking about things.”

“Oh?”

You hated this game you played with one another, this dance around a truth that both of you pretended not to know. With your Force sensitivity and his heightened senses, you shared an understanding of one another that no one else could comprehend. On the battlefield, it made working in tandem a breeze. Off the battlefield–where it was just the two of you with no distractions–it made denying this thing between you nigh impossible.

You only wish one of you would be brave enough to spit it out. And though the thought gripped your heart with panic, Pabu clearly filled Hunter with courage.

“I think Shep was right,” he sighed. “If there was anywhere I’d want to lie low and settle down, this would be it.”

You nodded, your gaze falling.

“We could certainly do worse,” you noted, though your disheartened expression didn’t match your words. You knew he couldn’t stall forever. You only wish you had any idea of how you’d respond once he broached the subject.

Quiet fell over you again, the gentle island breeze deafening in comparison. You waited for Hunter to speak, not bold enough to break the silence yourself. Eventually, you heard not his voice, but a frustrated sigh.

And to your utmost surprise, his gloved hand boldly took yours.

Face burning red, you looked up at Hunter–only to find him looking back at you, brow furrowed and eyes intense. You could feel his heart racing through the Force, but he didn’t falter, braving his fears to hold your gaze. That was the man you would gladly lay down your life for.

The man you had fallen in love with.

“Listen… I know this won’t be easy to hear–it’s certainly not easy to say,” he began, straightforward and blunt now, “but… we need to talk. About us.”

Just as he promised, it wasn’t easy to hear. You pouted slightly, though you kept your eyes on his.

“What about us?” you feigned.

Hunter narrowed his gaze.

“You know what.”

Though panic tried to bubble up in your chest, Hunter’s hand squeezing yours anchored you in the moment.

“If there was ever a time for us to try being more than what we are now, this is it,” he pressed.

Despite his vote of confidence, doubts still nagged at the back of your mind. You pursed your lips, grappling with your words.

“I don’t know, Hunter…” you mumbled.

Hunter stepped closer to you. He faced you now, and you faced him in turn. Gently, he took your other hand into his grasp, keeping his eyes focused solely on you.

“Look… I know you’re scared–and believe me, I’m scared, too,” he sighed. He frowned, his eyes pleading with you as he continued. “But what scares me more is the thought of going my whole life never showing you what you really mean to me.”

Moving even closer, his lips mere inches from yours, he set a hand gently on your cheek. Despite your words of hesitation, you leaned into his touch with ease. His thumb ran along your cheekbone as he gazed upon your face with such affection and warmth.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything, but if you’re willing… I want to try,” he said. “You’re worth it. We’re worth it.”

Having heard your whole life that forming attachments would lead only to suffering, the fear that possessed you in that moment made every bit of sense. Still, you knew that Hunter was being truthful to say you were not alone in your worries. From both the clones’ training and his own reservations, the thought of forming ties with you filled him with fear, all the same. Yet, he wished to brave that fear for you. It was one of many things you loved about him–that he could look fear in the eyes and push through it without question.

And if you could brave a thousand droids to keep him safe, you could brave this unknown–especially if he braved it with you.

Swallowing your fear, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to Hunter’s as you’ve longed to for years now.

Hunter didn’t waste a moment, readily sweeping you into his arms as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped at your waist as though he feared losing hold of you somehow, but with your arms draped over his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair, you made it clear you were there to stay. On this beautiful island, with the love of your life… where else would you rather be than here?

When at last you broke away, your eyes fluttered open, relieved to see Hunter smiling back at you. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you beamed.

“Can’t say how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he grinned.

“Not as long as I have, I bet,” you teased.

Hunter dotted a small peck on your lips, before heaving a sigh–not of frustration this time, but one of content. For a moment, you simply held one another, basking in the glow of the sun and the warmth of your love. After a while, you went to speak again, but before you could, the lanterns around you flickered on, illuminating you and the rest of the island as dusk faded to night. 

“Guess that’s my cue,” Hunter chuckled. “I should get going, but… I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

Hunter stepped away from you, but couldn’t go much further–not when your hands took hold of his. He looked back at you with surprise, only to find you pouting… and blushing.

“I… I want you to stay,” you murmured.

Hunter’s eyes went wide, but soon enough, he found his confidence–confidence made much worse by your bashfulness. It was rare for him to have a leg up on you, and he seemed eager to enjoy it while he could.

“Well, I’d love to, but… it’s getting late–I need to get back to my bungalow,” he sighed dramatically. His grin widened as he continued. “That is… unless you think there’s somewhere else I could sleep…”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him and frowning. Your expression told him all he needed to know: stop being such a smartass and stay the night. Unable to resist you, he chuckled, drawing you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“All right, all right; I’ll stay,” he conceded. “You won’t hear me complaining, that’s for sure…”

Smiling again, you kissed him once more, keeping his hand in yours as you led him toward the door of your place. 

, , ,

When you went inside, a small feeling of comfort came over you at the sight of your little bungalow. By all accounts, it was barren, save for the furniture that Shep and the locals had been kind enough to supply you with. You’d strewn around a few knick knacks you’d picked up in your travels with the Batch, along with some decorations you’d bought on Pabu itself. But even lightly decorated, it was the closest thing to a home you’d had since the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

“Nice place,” Hunter teased, looking over the ‘nothing’ that comprised your humble residence. “Lived here long?”

As you locked the door behind you, you rolled your eyes. You turned to him with a smirk, draping your arms around his neck once more.

“Actually, I just moved in,” you answered, grin widening as his hands found your hips. “In fact, I was thinking just this morning about how it could use some breaking in…”

Hunter looked you over, his expression caught somewhere between love and lust.

“Heh… I think I could lend you a hand there,” he chuckled.

Boldly, Hunter lifted you into his arms, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he met you in another kiss–though one far hungrier than what you’d shared before. He carried you over to the bed, laying you down on the plush white covers before parting from you with a kiss on the forehead.

“Here, let me get these out of your way,” he said, getting to work removing the bulky armor pieces that he wore even over his so-called civilian attire. You watched him intently as he shuffled piece after piece onto the floor, until at last the clothes beneath were all that remained. When he reached for the bottom of his shirt and peeled it off over his shoulders, he met your gaze with a smirk.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

With a bright smile, you could only nod. You and Hunter had caught glimpses of one another in various states of undress before–living aboard a ship as cramped as the Marauder was bound to lead to that. But watching him strip fully before you–and for you, at that–thrilled you far more than an absent glance at his shirtless figure as he left the shower. No, at last, he was finally yours to see… though “seeing” was far from all you wished to do.

Now stripped to just his pants, Hunter returned to you, his lips finding yours again with ease. His body felt hot against your skin, but when his fingers trailed beneath the hem of your shirt, you shivered. You had gotten in the habit of dressing down on Pabu, enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze of island life. But while it made Hunter’s job of undressing you that much easier, it left you feeling that much more vulnerable.

Gently, Hunter worked your cropped shirt off your shoulders, his lips parting from yours as the fabric crossed between the two of you. Seeing you bare before him, Hunter’s eyes widened. A blush flooded your cheeks, and you looked away, ready to make a snarky remark about his staring. But when his hands found your chest, your words left you, replaced with a shaky whimper.

“Hunter…!” you gasped as his fingers sunk into the softness of your skin. Though rough from years of combat, his hands treated you so carefully. His caressing filled you with warmth, and you could tell he was enjoying himself just as much.

“I just can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he remarked. With a chuckle, he added, “And I can’t believe I’m finally lucky enough to tell you.”

With one parting kiss on your lips, his mouth moved down your body to lavish your breasts with attention. He latched onto one of your nipples, holding it gently between his teeth as his tongue swirled around it. You could hardly handle the sensation, short of breath with every purse of his lips against your skin, but it seemed he still had more in mind.

One of his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. Pressing lightly, but still firmly enough to drive you crazy, he began tracing tight circles on your panties–right over the place you craved his touch the most.

“Hunter!” you gasped again. Between his mouth and his fingers, it was no wonder your face burned. “Kriff, Hunter…”

His eyes practically glowed in the low light, doing nothing to help your flustered state when they peered up at you. He plucked his lips from your chest, smirking that awful smirk as he continued teasing you with his fingers.

“You’re already soaked,” he whispered, lips pressed to your ear in a way that far from helped the matter. “I’m guessing you’ve been hoping for this as much as I have…”

While any other night you’d be content to lose yourself in this attention, he guessed correctly–you had been hoping for this as much, and as long, as he had. Which meant, unfortunately for him, that you were far from ready to give in.

Mustering up your strength, you threw your weight around him, rolling him over so that he rested beneath you, with you straddling his hips. Though his eyes went wide, you smirked down at him, running a hand through that beautiful, long hair of his.

“Where do you get off, showing me all this attention?” you purred, fingers tracing down his muscular chest. 

Finding a smirk to match yours, Hunter tugged you closer by your hips. Between your legs, you could feel just how achingly hard he’d grown.

“I think you know where,” he snarked back. 

Rolling your eyes, you backed off of him, pulling his pants down to his thighs as you went. When his length was finally exposed to you, you could hardly contain your excitement. You took hold of him, delighting in the way his expression turned when you began to stroke his shaft.

“Ah… just like that,” he breathed, losing himself in the rhythmic pumping you spoiled him with. Though he seemed to enjoy this plenty, you had other plans in mind.

“Hm… just like this?” you asked, your playful tone causing him to raise an eyebrow at you. Boldly, you leaned in closer to his length. “But what about this?”

Before he could speak, your lips pressed against his tip, catching his words in his throat. With a swirl of your tongue around his head, you opened your mouth, taking his cock inside and sucking on him. The precum that flowed from his length coated your tongue, and you readily coaxed more from him with every bob of your head.

Hunter’s breath hitched in his chest, and his moans only made you more eager to please him. While one of his hands gripped at the white comforter beneath him, the other tangled itself in your hair, keeping it out of your face so he could watch your lips descend on his cock over and over. Each time you’d glance at him, the hunger in his eyes made you ache between your hips.

When your lips met the base of his cock–when you felt the tip probe against your throat–Hunter gasped. 

“Fuck, cyare!”

His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your mouth from his length with an unceremonious pop. When you looked up at him, you found his eyes half-lidded with lust, a red haze tinting his tanned cheeks.

“Ride me,” he begged, a rasp in his voice that sent a shiver through your body.

With a wordless nod, you straddled his hips, aching to be filled by him just as he ached to fill you. You lined him up with your opening, only hesitating when you felt his hands settle on your hips. He flashed a smile at you–one you matched with ease.

Then, carefully, you set yourself down on his length. You descended with agonizing patience, until you finally bottomed out against his hips. His cock filled you so perfectly, your walls gripping him as though you might never let him go. Not that he wanted to go anywhere–judging by the way he clung to your hips so hard you worried they might bruise, he seemed content to stay buried inside of you for the rest of time.

“Mm, Hunter…” you breathed. With your hands planted firmly on his shoulders, you started to ride him, whimpering as you moved. “I didn’t think you would feel this good.”

Through his breathless moans, he chuckled.

“You didn’t?” he teased. 

You bit your lip and grinned back at him.

“Is it so hard to believe you could surpass my every fantasy, Sergeant?” you asked.

Hunter smirked. “I guess not…”

Catching you by surprise, Hunter thrusted against your hips as you rode him, nearly knocking the air out of you and filling your eyes with stars.

“But then again, I think you know better than to underestimate me.”

In no time at all, you found yourself limp against Hunter’s chest, face buried in the crook of his neck. His arms held you firmly against him by your waist as he pounded his cock into you over and over, dizzying you with delight. As he fucked you, he pressed his lips to your head, whispering sweet nothings against you between his labored moans.

You’re beautiful.

I’m all yours.

Let me take care of you, cyare.

And take care of you he did. By the time you neared your peak, you lay beneath him, your fingers raking down his toned back. The tension mounted between your hips with every thrust, made worse with his thumb drawing rhythmic circles on your clit.

“Hunter,” you moaned between languid kisses on his neck, “I’m close…”

“Me, too,” he sighed. “Where do you want me, love?”

You gazed intently into his eyes, your forehead on his.

“Inside,” you whispered without a moment’s thought.

With a nod, Hunter’s lips met yours, and he buried himself in you over and over until you could scarcely handle it. Breathless, your chest seized. You grasped onto him, nails digging into his skin as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Waves of ecstasy rippled through your core, your cunt fluttering around Hunter’s cock in such a way that fulfilling your desire was all but an inevitability for him. He filled you with his cum, your name parting from his lips as he met his end.

For all the battles you had endured at his side, you had never once seen Hunter this breathless. He trembled, held up by just his forearms, looking into your eyes with all the love in the galaxy. Only once he’d met you in one last loving kiss did he pull out of you, collapsing at your side and drawing you into his embrace.

The two of you shared in silence once again–though this time, not one filled by an unspoken tension between you. Instead, it was one of understanding, of comfort. A silence shared between two souls who understood one another, finally laid bare after hiding for so long.

Eventually, you smiled, giggling quietly–much to Hunter’s amusement.

“What’s so funny?” he smirked, squeezing your hips playfully.

Looking up at him with bright eyes, you bumped your nose against his.

“Nothing. I just… can’t believe it took us this long,” you confessed.

Hunter chuckled. “Believe me: if I’d known you would react like that, I would’ve worked up the courage to say something a long time ago…”

Rolling your eyes, you draped your arms over Hunter’s shoulders, luring him in for another soft, sweet kiss.

“Well… I’m just happy we’re trying now,” you sighed.

Though you had more to say, a quiet yawn interrupted your thoughts. Hunter helped you beneath the covers, plenty worn out himself. By now, night had fully fallen over Pabu, and the quiet back-and-forth of the tide beckoned both of you to rest.

“I’m happy, too,” Hunter said, voice hushed as his fingers worked soothingly through your hair. “Even if it’s hard to admit… I think we both deserve it.”

With a warm smile, you nestled against Hunter’s chest, adoring the way his body kept you warm and protected from the night air.

“I do, too…” you mumbled, fading fast now. “Good night, Hunter… sweet dreams.”

Hunter smiled, closing his eyes with his lips pressed against your head.

“Yeah… sweet dreams,” he whispered.

AN: Thank you for reading!! I feel like this fic got away from me LOL but nonetheless I hope you enjoyed we love soft Hunter mwah mwah!~~✨✨

#tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #hunter x reader #hunter tbb #tbb hunter x reader #Hunter/Reader #reader insert #reader #W6Fic

[sokkadora]

Domestic life with Crosshair😇

obvious — crosshair x fem!reader

summary: crosshair’s still adjusting to the calm, peaceful day to day life on pabu after his time during the war, in the empire, and on tantiss. but you’re there to help him; always.

a/n: this took too long dude 😭

wc: 1k

warning(s): angst/fluff, crosshair self doubt :(, DOMESTICITY!!!!

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

Since the moment he’d arrived back with the group, you’d been gentle with him.

Not abrasive or standoffish– like his brothers had been to him, but when Omega told you all the full story of how they escaped, you’d taken her at face value and welcomed him as she did.

Like everything was almost still the same as before he had left.

You’d been patient with him– so patient that it made his heart squeeze at the warmth, love, and fondness that clearly came with every word and action that it gave him no reason to be on guard around you. Everything was almost as it was before, at least, if his hands would stop tremoring.

Even now, he can acutely hear you grunting as you hop down the rocks of the island the Batch had found refuge on, and he knows you’re coming to bring him back to the small home the inhabitants of Pabu had offered the both of you after you slowly fell together again.

Instead, he focuses on the fruit AZ-1 holds up meters ahead for him to use for practice, grunting as the blaster bolt once again misses it’s target.

“Cross!”

He sighs softly, lowering his blaster and turning to you. You straighten out your clothes, far more relaxed than him in his armor. Smiling at him as you jog over to his perch on a rock.

He hums as you finally take your place next to him. He takes a moment to breathe you in as you absorb the sight in front of you; he’d only been gone for a handful of hours without you by his side, but he already notices the warmth your presence brings into his life. Even without saying a word.

You rest a hand on his shoulder, waving AZ in. “I came to bring you in,” You explain as he rises, your hand gently falling from his shoulder to his hand. Cold, bony, and a bit shaky, but the second it rests in yours, it warms and his tremors calm. “I just finished up dinner, and the others are eating.”

“You could’ve just commed me, cyare.” A small smile tugs at his lips at the sight of your bashful smile, eyes turning downward to your joined hands.

“I know,” You tuck a hair behind your ear, “I just wanted to get you myself. I figured we could enjoy some time alone while we walk home.”

Home.

Crosshair could never really define a place as his home. Not even Tipoca City. He’d been moving his whole life up until being confined on Tantiss, and now settling on Pabu. But getting you back, having his brother and his sister… he felt as if he could finally label something as his home.

He gently squeezes your hand, “Well, lead the way,”

The walk back was peaceful, hands always connected as the wonderful colors of Pabu’s sunset painted the two of you in beautiful warm hues when you finally reached your home and joined the others for dinner.

His favorite part of the day had to be finally crawling into bed and being able to hold you near him; something he realized that he took for granted every second after joining the Empire.

His arm tightly wound over your waist and head resting on your chest, he relished in the calm and steady beating of your heart. A grounding sound and feeling that this was real– and he actually made it out of the Empire’s grasp. But he still struggled with feeling that he deserved the love he was being given.

Your hand gently brushed over the scar on his head, such a featherlight touch that it sent chills down his spine, scooching closer to you. A soft chuckle rumbled from your chest as you moved to turn onto your side.

“You alright?” He asked gently, watching you slide further down the covers to tuck your head under his chin and pull yourself flush to his chest. When he started caressing the soft skin of your back, you nearly purred at the relaxing touch.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You said softly, eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Pulling away, you let your chin rest on his sternum. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He sighed, beginning to pet your head softly. “You know I’m not good at talking about these things,” He says, half-expecting you to get mad at him for not completely opening up, but he’s not surprised at the patient and fond expression.

There’s that goddamn patience again.

He scans your face a little longer before caving. If he wants this relationship to work– to be able to persevere through anything, he has to be open. With and for you; you have his heart in the palm of his hand without even knowing. And you’ve had it since the beginning.

“I’m just…” He sighs softly at the gentle rubbing on his side, “I don’t feel like I deserve this- this family. This home, the peace that comes with it– your love and forgiveness– after everything I’ve done. You trusted Omega the moment she told you about Tantiss, and you’ve been frustratingly understanding. I just… don’t understand why.”

You hum, leaning into his palm as it stops petting your head and moves to cup your cheek. “I trusted Omega because I know you, Crosshair.” Turning your head, you kissed the callused palm of his hand, causing his breath to hitch. “And I’ve waited for you to come home. Now that you are, I’m not taking a second of time with you for granted ever again. I forgave you because I wanted to, but also because you needed it. I would endure it all again if it meant I got to this moment; to be able to get here again with you.”

You’re his home.

He realizes, eyes widening softly at your words. He realizes you’re all he’s ever needed as he leans down and kisses you.

#crosshair x reader #zoe’s works #my works

[starrylothcat]

Quiet Love

Crosshair x Gender Neutral!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Crosshair pops the question 💍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you said yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was he…was this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crosshair rolled his eyes, yet his expression was soft.

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

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

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

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

“How long have you…?”

“Are you saying yes or not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It fit perfectly.

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

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

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

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

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

@wanderer-six @pb-jellybeans

#Crosshair #crosshair tbb #crosshair x reader #crosshair tbb x reader #crosshair x you #starrycatwrites #the bad batch #The bad batch x reader #The bad batch fanfiction

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕞 ⋆*･ﾟ

He loves to soak in the sun.

When you're on Pabu he spends far too much time in the late afternoon basking in a hammock, arms wrapped around your body as you lay on his chest.

The first time, he caught you by the wrist when you were walking past him. You startle with a small gasp; you hadn't realized he was awake.

Wrecker gifts you a warm, sun-soaked smile and pulls you closer to where he lies. Automatically, even with your surprise, your arms wrap around his neck and a giddy grin of pure adoration spreads on your face. 

"Enjoyed your nap?" You ask him.

He flashes a toothy look and nods.

"I did, cyare," he says, before clicking his tongue and shaking his head ever-so-slightly. You tilt your head and try not to smile so eagerly. "But I'm not ready to get up just yet," he continues.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Oh," he confirms. Suddenly, his large hands come to your waist, spinning you a full 180 until your back meets his chest. You squeak, but he tuts softly and places a sweet kiss on your shoulder to soothe you, resting his chin there instead after a moment.

Now you both look over the orange, red and yellow strokes that paint the sky, the sun overlooking the rippling water. In it, there's so much calm; so much peace. You can feel any thoughts disappear in the arms of your boyfriend as you look at the sunset.

"It's so beautiful today," he comments, and with an unconfined feeling of liberation and pure bliss, you hum and nod softly in agreement.

"It is."

"Would you watch it with me?"

"Of course."

Slowly to not startle you, he pulls you into the hammock; you twist so your chests press together and you tuck your head under his chin. Both of your eyes on the sunset, the warm rays tingling your skin, slowly melting slowly into each other's embrace just might be the most calming view in the entire galaxy.

p.s. written for the clone x reader bingo! this marks out 'wrecker' and 'weather' on each of my challenge cards. ~ tags: @clonexreaderbingo @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana

#nour writes stuff #CFB2023 #the bad batch #star wars #tbb #clone force 99 #tbb wrecker #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #bad batch wrecker #the bad batch wrecker #wrecker bad batch #wrecker tbb #wrecker the bad batch #bad batch #swtbb #wrecker tbb x reader #tbb wrecker x you #wrecker x you #wrecker x y/n #wrecker x oc #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb headcannons

[totallyunidentified]

Memories

A short prophecy because I am scared of the new episode

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She remembers the first time she saw the photo.

She and Azi had been in the Batch’s barracks on Kamino when they went to Onderron.

She had wondered what it was like off Kamino.

Wondered what it was like to actually hang out with her siblings.

She decided that she wanted as many pictures as possible.

She had always insisted on Tech taking pictures after each mission.

She had a whole album on her datapad just of Wrecker with silly face filters.

She had an album shared between her and Tech of different specimens and ship diagrams

Her largest album of photos was just of the boys doing random things.

Wrecker lifting Gonky smiling wildly

Tech in the pilot seat, fast asleep drool on his chin.

Echo repairing the Marauder grinning at the camera

Eventually it extends to crosshair on Pabu, leaning on the seawall silhouetted by the sunset.

Hunter having his first cafe in the morning, hair out of his bandana and untamed.

She had taken so many. Eventually they stop and there's a six month gap between the photos stopping and starting again.

There is one album that is no longer updated. Never opened. It’s too painful.

There were pictures of herself in there too.

On Wrecker’s shoulders

Sitting next to Tech in the cockpit obviously deep in conversation.

Herself and Hunter asleep, bathed in the golden hour light on a bench outside Sheps house.

Sitting next to Crosshair meditating.

Laying with Batcher in the Marauder

After everything happened she was grateful that she had taken so many.

She looks through each album over and over. Draining and recharging her datapad again and again.

Trying to remember.

Their voices

Their smiles

Their laughs

She would never forget their eyes for they were the eyes she saw when she looked in the mirror.

Her favorite photo was still from before her time.

Where the brothers were all together. During the war.

They were still together.

Just without Omega once again.

Back to the beginning. But this time?

Omega is truly alone with only photos to help her remember.

She runs her hands over the helmets set up on a shelf in the Archium.

Their owners had marched on.

Without her. Again.

She hears Phee call her name. They were leaving, searching for the next lost wonder.

She sets the photo of the Batch up.

Brothers together once and for all.

As she walks out the door she turns back and looks at the helmets.

Unaware of her brothers standing around her. Their hands on her shoulders.

She tightens the knot on her bandana holding her hair in place.

And marches forward.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #tbb spoilers #tbb tech #tbb season three #tbb hunter #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #Evelyn's prophecies #Tbb prophecy

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Episode 9 "The Harbinger" Review

Ah Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer... you love to watch us get all worked up don't you? But in all seriousness, I really enjoyed this episode. It's so beautifully animated and scored. I need the Kiners to drop the OST asap because man was the music stunning. (This episode also further proves that Echo clearly was the braincell of the group and I'm cackling).

As always, spoilers below:

BEHOLD! THE RETURN OF OUR QUEEN VENTRESS! I loved how she was utilized. I was surprised to see her actually be there on Pabu, but it makes sense since Fennec told her to find them. However, I am wondering how she did find Pabu. My guess is that Ventress was given Hunter's photo and meditated with it until she felt his presence... somewhere. Or she knew a guy who knew a guy who knew Phee. Everything from Ventress' design to voice acting was perfection. The animators really popped off with her Dark Disciple look. But, how did she survive? Nightsister magic? There's probably some explanation, but it'll be left ambiguous for reasons.

Her relationship with Omega was very well done. She's changed so much since her first appearance in CW. I liked the balance between her ability to still kick butt while also being a good person at heart as shown with Omega. She doesn't kill the Batch even though they got defensive (and I understand why they did). The scene where she calms the giant kraken-like creature was so so good. It's a nice way of showing how Ventress has found the light with the Force. Her line about being on a side of her own was also good and pretty much sums up her character perfectly. She's neither dark nor light, she's just right.

It's also obvious from the title that she's the harbinger. Harbingers are people that herald the approach of someone or danger. For the Batch, she's a harbinger of doom. That doesn't mean she herself brings the danger, but she tells them that their time is up. Repeatedly, she tells the Batch that they aren't safe even on Pabu. Which means that Pabu is gonna go down next week *cue sad yaying*. Even the lighting this episode signified doom. Pabu is shrouded in fog and the only light we see is from a sunset, indicating the end of the Batch's peace and safety.

Speaking of the Batch, they really do share one braincell and even then, it's usually with Echo. It's so awesome to see them work together again in combat. And we got to hear their theme again!! It was so triumphant and such a great moment! I know we'll hear it again, but this was such a good moment. I love that most of their moments were them just watching out for Omega. I know we all joke about the Jango Fett Mandalorian dad genes, but it's so true. Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair love their sister so much. Every time Cross was like "we're not handing her over," I got excited. Omega aside, the smaller moments like Wrecker teasing Crosshair or Wrecker mimicking his brothers were gold.

My favorite moment with the three was when Crosshair threw Hunter and Wrecker's weapons to them. The music went hard and the camaraderie between them is so heartfelt. These brothers will always have each others' backs. (Also, this is the first time we hear Cross call Tech by his name. Tech is still with them, even if it's in their hearts).

And of course there's our sweet bean, Omega. Next week will definitely be about her conflicted over the possibility of being Force Sensitive. It breaks my heart to see her so lost and confused. The Batch can try and help, but they're so out of their depth. I honestly think Omega will go back to Tantiss simply to see if she is capable of using the Force. There are so many questions about her identity. Why was she created? Why is she so important? I know a lot of people now think that she will off with Ventress in the finale if we do get a confirmation that she is force sensitive. Honestly, I hope she stays with her brothers. If they kill the Batch off, then I can see the Ventress end working, but I really hope that's not the case.

I wonder how the Empire will find Pabu. They could get really lucky, find a bounty hunter to track them, or even have a brainwashed Tech. I know the theory about Cross having a tracker or something was popular, but if that was true, then the Empire would've already descended upon them. Maybe Palpatine finds them through the Force; that I would believe. Either way, it will be very angsty and Pabu is doomed. But what do you guys think?

Anyways, that's all I have for now. Let's all prepare mentally for next week. Our little family is gonna need all the therapy and support they can get.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #asajj ventress #tbb spoilers

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x8: Bad Territory

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Another day, another very short thoughts post.

Pabu!

Still stressed about it being taken over in the trailer :(

WHERE TF HAS ECHO DISAPPEARED TO NOW?!

Okay, I get that he's helping Rex but this is gearing up to be another episode without him 😕

Ooooh! Cross gets to meet Phee!

Phee already knows about Tech, which is understandable, but I'm also a little bit disappointed that we never got to see her reaction to finding out about Tech.

Cross is getting the full TBB lore drop so that he can catch up 😂

Awww the concern from Hunter about Cross' hand 🥲 brothers look out for each other

THERE'S ANOTHER CLINK DROID

FENNEC IS BACK!!!

OMEGA MANAGING TO GET CROSSHAIR TO HAVE HIS HAND CHECKED BY AZI!!!

Don't get me wrong, as much as I would love for Crosshair's hand to get better, I think it would be very interesting for his character if this is something he has to learnt o permanently adapt to.

Always had the feeling that the hand was a result of psychological trauma rather than physical. It makes sense giving Corbett's military background that the result of PTSD in soldiers is explored in this show

Love the slight western twang to the music 🫶

Pit droids are so cute 🥰

It's been a while since we've seen Hunter's tracking skills actually out to good use

Obsessed with Omega's outfits this season!

"You don't like anything" "True"

Looooovveee the creature design 🐊

"Apparently she got away from you too" OUCH

THE WAY THE BOUNTY SCUTTLES AROUND IS TOO FUN

CROSSHAIR MEDITATING OMGGGGGG

Echo would also be a good person to have around when discussing PTSD but I guess not...

THE SHOT OF THEM MEDITATING IN FRONT OF THE SUNSET IS SO PRETTY OMG

I enjoyed this episode. Not one of my favourites, but still good. 🥰

#don't really have much else to say atm #brain isn't really braining rn #but I enjoyed the episode #the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker

[photogirl894]

Morgan!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!! 1000 followers and it is well deserved!!!! Now, i know I have been out of it a bit, but when I see requests open for this celebration? Suddenly I am here ! How could I not?! But really, you deserve it and so much more.

For the prompts requests: F reader x Crosshair ( I just can not let him go ! Still love him despite a certain someone having me now crush hard on Boil too lol ) With fluffy prompt 8 and 24 Angst prompt 28 And finally: Physical Affection prompts 27 and 24 !

Brownie points if reader is fuller bodied cause you know and did I mention yet I just can not help myself loving that emo taco?

My apologies for taking so long to get to this, my dear!! And I'll tell you, with season 3 coming out right now, the Crosshair feels are in full force!! 😆

Also, "emo taco" freaking killed me 🤣🤣🤣

"Long Ago"

8. “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.”

24. “You are enough.”

28. “Forget about the past. What about now?”

27. Desperate kisses

24. Cradling someone’s head in the lap

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

The warm sunlight of Pabu's evening sunset washed over you as you rushed off your ship, where Hunter and Wrecker were waiting for you.

"Where is he?" you asked them urgently.

"He's down on the beach," Wrecker answered, pointing in the direction you needed to go.

"He's...adjusting to everything," Hunter added, "but I think seeing you again will do him some good."

You nearly wanted to cry as you smiled and said back, "Thank you. Thank you." Then you immediately took off, making your way down the island to the beach.

It had felt like a lifetime ago that you had met the Bad Batch on Coruscant as a medic of the Grand Army of the Republic. You and Crosshair somehow managed to develop feelings for each other over time during his planetside visits, but things changed when Order 66 happened. Not only had Crosshair defected to the Empire, but you ended up going into hiding to keep yourself safe from the Empire. However, you'd kept in touch as best you could with the rest of the Bad Batch, letting them know of your wellbeing and whereabouts. It had been a few days ago that you'd gotten a transmission from Hunter letting you know that Crosshair had left the Empire and was back with them again...and that you should meet them on a remote planet they'd found refuge on so you could see him again.

You had never put in a set of coordinates and launched into hyperspace faster in your life.

In all your time apart, you had wondered so many questions, some of which the Bad Batch had given you answers to. The greatest question of all had been: would you ever see your beloved Crosshair; the real Crosshair you had once known ever again?

You were about to find out.

It felt like forever before you finally got down to the beach and you halted as you rounded a corner, shock overtaking you. There he was, sitting on a rock, his back to you as he was watching the sunset. He wore brown civilian clothing, his head was devoid of his silver hair and you could see a big, reddish scar on the left side of his head that made your heart ache. His shoulders hung low and there was an air of sadness about him. He didn't appear as confident or strong as you'd once known him to be.

What had the Empire done to him?

You called out his name for the first time in so long.

Gradually, he straightened his back upon hearing your voice before finally turning over his shoulder to look at you, rising to his feet. He looked tired yet at the same time, there was still a glint of his old self still in his eyes and face. The face you hadn't seen in forever. The face of the man you loved so dearly yet had never gotten the chance to tell him.

Then he said your name and you were undone.

Your legs moved of their own accord faster than you even knew they could run towards him until your body collided with his, grabbing him tightly in your arms. For a moment, you could feel him stiffen, but then he relaxed and his arms enfolded you in his embrace.

"Oh Crosshair, I thought I'd never see you again!" you cried into his shoulder.

"I...I don't understand. Why are you here?" he asked in your ear.

"Hunter told me you were back and to come here to see you," you informed him.

Then Crosshair gently nudged you back so he could fully see you. "Did the others tell you what I've done?" he then questioned, melancholy in his eyes.

You nodded.

"Then you would know I've done terrible things. My past with the Empire has...changed who I am."

“Forget about the past. What about now? Who are you now?”

Your question seemed to surprise Crosshair. He was silent for a moment, unsure of how to answer.

"I...want to be more and better than what I was, but...it's difficult," he admitted, avoiding eye contact with you. "I left the Empire...but the others still don't trust me. I'm surprised they didn't say the same to you. Though, maybe they'd be right. After the things I've done and the mistakes I've made...I wouldn't trust me either."

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, heartbroken at what he was saying to you. He spoke so negatively about himself, which was something he would've never done when you had known him before. It hurt your heart to see how far he had fallen, but you wouldn't let him sink any lower. It was up to you to start pulling him from the depths he was drowning in...starting with how you truly felt about him.

You then blurted out, your emotions overwhelming you, “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.”

Crosshair let out a small, astonished gasp.

You kept going, everything you'd wanted to say for a long time just spilling out of you, "I know you've made mistakes. We all do! What matters is who you choose to be now. If you're wanting to be better, then you're already on the right path and I want to be on that path with you the whole way. I want to help you and care for you like I once did so long ago! I don't want us to ever be parted again and I'm not ever going to leave you, you hear me? I finally am with you again and I won't let you push me away."

"(Y/N)...," he said softly in disbelief.

"I mean it, Crosshair!" you nearly shouted. "Every day was agony without you, but I never gave up hope for you because I love you! Do you understand? I never gave up hope that the Crosshair I once knew was still inside you and I can see that's who you are again. I've missed you and I love you so much. I should've told you that a long time ago, but I love you, Crossha--"

Your words were silenced as suddenly, Crosshair took your face in his hands and kissed you hard and desperately, his mouth practically devouring yours. Your body melted into him as you kissed him back with equal desire, relieved to be feeling the familiar sensation of his lips on yours once more. Tears of overwhelming joy spilled out the corners of your eyes, sliding down your cheek and onto his gloved hands that soon moved down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his kisses grew gentler, but no less passionate. You felt as though you could've kissed him for every hour that you had spent apart and it still wouldn't be enough. You both had so much time to make up for and it all started with this moment.

After minutes of being entwined in each other’s arms, you both finally came apart, gasping for air, but your foreheads were pressed together.

"I don't know how you can still love me after everything I've done...but I'm grateful you do," he whispered to you. "You are enough...enough for me to want to keep going and to be the man you once saw in me. To continue being someone worthy of your love."

You kissed him again and then hugged his neck. "That's all I can ask for," you said to him.

The two of you stood there in each other's arms, relishing in being together again and committing the feel of each other's warmth to memory, even though you both knew deep down that you would never be apart again.

"Please...stay here with me," he whispered, almost pleading. "I don't want to go back yet."

"Of course, I will," you answered. "We can watch the sunset together."

You pulled away and took his hands, leading him over to a spot in the sand where the two of you could sit beside each other. At first, you rested your head on his shoulder as the sun descended on the horizon, but as moments passed, you ended up lying down with your head in his lap, his hand stroking your hair. You caught the last couple stray rays of light before you found your eyes closing and you drifted to sleep.

But not before you heard Crosshair whisper aloud, "Thank you, (Y/N)...I love you."

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Hunter's first time | The Bad Batch oneshot

Hunter x Female reader // Hunter x You

Word count: 4105.

Warnings: Spoilers from The Bad Batch S2E13, NSFW, Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Unprotected Sex (use protection IRL).

Note: I was inspired by the Episode 13 in Season 2 but without the tremor nor the tsunami.

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You are a bounty hunter who joined the group temporarily after altruistically saving Omega. You needed to escape from a planet and they offered their help in exchange. Since you had nothing left and nowhere to go, and Omega got well along with you, she convinced her brothers to let you be part of their team temporarily. Of course, you put yourself at their service to collaborate and not be a nuisance.

At first, they didn't trust you, especially Hunter, the most protective of them all. But over time, they discovered that behind the appearance of a cold-blooded assassin, there was a kind hearted person and you won their affection.

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The team and you have settled in Pabu, and you have been there for a few days. They were given a house, and you got a smaller one. Wrecker and Omega went out for the day, Tech and Phee went out on what seemed like a date. Hunter stayed alone and went for a walk in the afternoon, the sunset views were a gift to remember.

You were leaning on the balcony in front of your house, enjoying the orange and purple colors that were painted in the sky. Pabu was a tropical island, the sea surrounded you to the infinity, and the houses on the entire island were starting to light up.

Hunter's aimless walk led him to pass right in front of your lodging, casually. A warm smile appeared on his face when he saw you, he approached you and leaned on the railing next to you.

"Enjoying the view?" he said after clearing his throat.

The landscape had you so absorbed that a startle brought you out of your trance. Although you maintained a calm composure, your heart was pounding.

"Oh! Hi Hunter, what are you doing here? And the others?" You looked over his shoulder hoping to see them coming after him, but no one else appeared.

Hunter told you about everyone's plans and that he spent the day relaxing, but he was a little tired of doing nothing and decided to go for a walk.

You told him that you were also a little bored of being alone and invited him to stay and chat for a bit. He accepted delightedly, his eyes shining.

*********

The hours passed and you talked about a little bit of everything. You shared about your tough childhood on the streets and how you were trained to be an assassin, about growing up as a special clone on Kamino, and about how sweet Omega was. Meanwhile, you went to a nearby stall for dinner. There were few people there, and the atmosphere felt private. As you began to speculate about what plans Tech and Phee had for the 'date', you asked Hunter between laughs.

"His first date? You make it sound like it's the first one in his whole life."

Hunter, looking serious and not knowing where to look, responded.

"Our purpose has been to fight, we haven't had any chance to have any kind of relationship," he muttered.

When you heard his words, you felt empathy for them, as you too were forced to train from a young age with the purpose of being an assassin. Luckily, you were able to find your way out of that world years ago, which is how you later became a bounty hunter. Even so, despite not being able to afford to fall in love and have a partner, you had had your occasional encounters. So, since the subject came up, you decided to satisfy your curiosity.

Hunter was an attractive man to you. His long hair and tattoed face were very sexy, perhaps too aggressive for most people, but that only made him more attractive to you. Nothing like a tough guy appearance. And when you got to know him and saw his protective side with Omega, it got you extremely hot to see that duality of tough-guy-good-guy in him. On more than one occasion, your hands slid under your underwear to give yourself pleasure while thinking about him. You bit your lower lip and asked him.

"So... you haven't been with any women before?"

You leaned in closer, interested in his answer. Imagining someone like him being inexperienced was quite arousing to you.

Hunter tried to clear his throat, it was obvious that this wasn't a topic he was used to discussing and he looked uncomfortable. His fingers were restless.

"Um... no," he stammered as he scratched his neck, his face completely red.

You leaned in a bit more, tempted to tease him fondly. He looked cute to you, all embarrassed like that.

"Nothing at all? Not even a casual encounter?" you insisted.

"We haven't had time for anything other than war or survival," he said bluntly.

Your expression went from mischievous to sad. You furrowed your brow, and your lips turned down. "Poor things, they haven't enjoyed life," you thought.

You pressed your lips together for a moment to think about what to say, but before your mind could catch up, the words were already coming out of your mouth.

"Well, if you're interested in knowing what it's like to bed a woman... Well... I'm willing to help you. You and I have nothing to do tonight."

You couldn't believe what you had just said, your heart was racing. But you said it already and you had to keep your composure. So you offered him your best smile as you touched your hair.

Hunter's face went pale, he was breathless and as stiff as a protocol droid. As soon as he regained his speech, he thanked you hastily for the offer and quickly excused himself to go back home.

You had no choice but to accept that you fucked up and endure the embarrassment, knowing that it would haunt you from that day on, each time you see him.

*********

It was already late at night, you stayed drinking alone to try to forget the shame you had just experienced. You were already in your pajamas - if being in panties and a tank top could be considered that - and decided it was time to go to sleep.

You heard a noise at the entrance, someone knocked on the door with their knuckles. Although there was no crime in that city, your survival instincts automatically kicked in. You approached with a hidden knife in your hand and, cautiously, asked who it was. You didn't expect to hear his deep voice.

"It's me, Hunter. Hope I didn't startle you."

You quickly drop the weapon and crack the door open to peek out, since you're not decent for him to see.

"Not at all. Has something happened? What are you doing here?" you ask, looking down and blushing.

He seems uneasy, he cleared his throat. He's dressed in a short-sleeved green shirt, with a short kimono of the same color that was crossed in front and a belt at the waist. Below that, loose pants that end inside his high leather boots. He was dressed exactly as before, "didn't he went home after all?" you ask yourself.

"I've been thinking... about what you said earlier," he said in a hoarse voice.

He paused briefly, which felt like two full rotations, but you didn't interrupt him because you could tell he still had something else to say.

"I would like... to be with you... if your offer still stands." He couldn't say it all out loud or maintain eye contact with you for more than a second.

As soon as he finished, all your worries dissipated at hyperdrive speed. In their place, a pulse in your intimate areas sent a shiver down your spine.

"It will be my pleasure, Hunter. Please come in," you looked him up and down.

You relaxed your expression and smiled. You opened the door wider for him to come in, staying behind it and then closing it. When he entered and turned to see you, barely dressed, you noticed how his whole body became rigid. He shifted his weight, as if trying to adjust his leg due to some discomfort in his pants. You could tell he was struggling to keep his gaze on your eyes and not look where he shouldn't.

"I'm glad I didn't scare you off earlier, I didn't know how I was going to face you", you said with relief.

"Uh, yeah. I certainly didn't expect it. But I've been thinking about it and..." he spoke cautiously and shyly.

With a suppressed giggle, you brought your right hand to his face to stroke the fringe that fell over the bandana, playing with his hair. It was softer than you expected. Your other hand rested on his arm, feeling strong to the touch.

"Get ready, you're going to lose your virginity tonight, Hunter. Do not worry, I'll be gentle”, You smiled with complicity, noticing that it was difficult for him to swallow.

Your hand left his hair and began to trace the line of his prominent eyebrow on his tattooed side. Your fingers followed the path from his temple to his sunken cheeks, ending at his chin. He had shaved a couple of days ago and his skin felt rough to the touch. Your heart was racing as he stood so close.

He was still, completely lost and at your mercy. He just twitched his hands restlessly on either side of his body, as if he didn't know what to do with them. You rested your palms on his pectorals, making circles on his kimono. His breath was heavily. You closed the distance between the two of you stepping forward. The house was almost in darkness, just an ambient light that you left on.

You wet your lips and brought your face closer to his, slowly, until your lips rubbed together superficially, without exerting pressure, as if you wanted to tickle him. You could feel his hot breath on your mouth, with a ragged breathing. At the same time, your hands slid up his clavicle, past his neck, and ending at his back.

After you admired him for a few moments, you gave him a soft kiss, slow and simple, just on the lips. Hunter let out a moan as he closed his eyes, resting his hands on your waist. He sighed to try to calm himself down. You gave him a couple more timid kisses, this time shorter, but with the same care.

"Are you sure you want to do this?", you said softly and looked into his eyes.

He couldn't find the words, so he nodded his head. You responded with a smile to try to calm his -obvious- nerves.

"Come, let's get more comfortable."

You took him by the hand and led him to your room. He was behind you and you could feel his gaze scanning every inch of your body. His trembling hand was slightly sweaty. You turned on the bedside light so as not to be in absolute darkness, you wanted an intimate setting but also to be able to see him in all his splendor, and for him to see you too. You were still holding hands, you didn't want to lose tact with his skin.

"Let yourself go. Do what your body wants, don't be afraid. You won't break me," you whispered with a playful chuckle, releasing the grip and turning towards him to cup his face with both hands.

He frowned with uncertainty and concern, it was a completely new and unexpected experience for him.

"Understood," he finally said with a shaky smile, as if it were a mission and you were his superior.

Your bodies leaned into a kiss with more intensity than the first one that you gave him in the living room. Your hands snaked up the nape of his neck, gently balling into fists to better feel the strands of hair between your fingers. Hunter, on the other hand, traced the outline of your body, up and down, along your sides. The kisses were only broken to get some air.

You were being flooded by Hunter's essences. A blend of damp earth, metal, and leather. They were the scents of war, of his armor, of a soldier. The smell of a man who knows what he's doing and how to survive. It got you very horny.

Your lips parted slightly to stick out your tongue. You traced his lower lip until he took the hint that he should repeat your play as well. Suddenly, your tongues met in a wet dance inside your mouths. Hunter wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, you couldn't suppress a moan, you were overcome by the need for him to be inside you.

You managed to detach yourself from his mouth and you looked at him with the hunger of a beast that hadn't eaten for days, wanting to tear his clothes off. Between gasps, you started to remove his belt, he quickly assisted you and in less than a second it was out. His kimono opened automatically and you ran across his chest over the shirt. You reached under it, and as he removed his kimono, you lifted his shirt until his bare torso was facing you. You liked his olive skin so much!

"You don't know how I've been longing for this, Hunter", you let out between sighs as you ate him with your eyes.

“I'm all yours,” he gasped.

Like a moth to the light, you stuck to him to kiss him on the neck. Hunter no longer held back, his moans were louder and more frequent. He tipped his head back to give you some more space. He could feel your breasts oppressed against him, his hands were gaining confidence and you noticed how he caressed your bust on the sides. You pulled away for a moment to give him a chance to touch them better, and he did.

His large and calloused hands cupped your breasts gently, afraid not to squeeze too hard. His thumbs rubbed your erect nipples across your shirt, you didn't have a bra on, that thin layer of fabric was the only thing separating him from your skin. You mischievously pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, you could feel his erection through his pants. You placed your knees on the bed as well, on each side of Hunter, you were on top of him with your hips elevated, you still didn't want your private areas to rub together. You looked at each other with lust and he groped your firm rear, taking advantage of the space.

After a couple more kisses bathed in both of your saliva, you stuck out your chest for him to massage them again. You put your hands on his to show him how to bring your breasts together so that he could feel how far he could compress them without hurting you. You began to notice how Hunter tilted his hip with a swinging movement. As soon as you let him explore freely, he wasted no time in lifting your tank top, you finished pulling it off over your head. Your breasts were exposed.

Hunter didn't know you had a large snake tattoo that ran across your chest and down your side. When he saw it, he pushed you down himself and lifted his hips until you felt great pressure below, huffing and puffing. Your panties were wet for a while ago and the arousal with the touch of his erection made it worse.

"I didn't know you had tattoos too," he exclaimed excitedly.

"Would you have liked to find out earlier?" you teased him.

"Better late than never," he replied.

Hunter put a hand on your back for support, you leaned back and with the other hand he slid his index and middle fingers from your navel to the neckline, grabbing one breast and then the other. You returned to your position from before, sitting on him with your back straight, and Hunter took the opportunity to run his tongue over your nipples.

"Ahh.. Hunter!" you let out.

Your heart was about to burst out of your chest, your iner parts was so swollen that it ached, and if you kept going like that, you were going to stain his pants. So you got up and started taking off his boots, luckily they were easy to slip off. You took one off and he did the other.

You introduced your fingers through the waist of his pants and his underwear, lowering them at once. His manhood was so hard that it bounced in front of your face when you undressed him. You heard how Hunter let all the air out of his lungs, seeing himself completely exposed in front of you.

You got on your knees and caressed his hairy legs with your fingers, leaving a trail of kisses behind them, from his knees to his inner thighs, ending at his crotch. Avoiding touching his erection to torment him some more. Hunter called your name, frowning, when you made the move to lick him but dodged it by aiming to the opposite leg. His organ had an involuntary contraction and a droplet of precum appeared.

When you had teased him enough, you used both hands to caress his cock, it was wide and veined, slightly curved downwards. You used the entire length of it to pleasure him, Hunter's head was thrown back and he rolled his eyes. His hands dropped to your head, as he brushed his fingers through your mane, then you opened your mouth and took it inside you. You tasted the liquid and that made you groan with your mouth full. You played with your tongue while you gave him fellatio, turning it around the glans. From time to time you would firmly grab his member and, with your gaze fixed on his face, completely blushed, you would lick it from the base to the tip, to end up introducing it again at once. Hunter's legs wouldn't stop shaking.

"Oh fuck!" Hunter said, rapidly inhaling and exhaling.

You gave him a kiss on the tip with your swollen lips. You got up and took him to the bed, to lie on his back. You took off your underwear, curving your body sensually. His gaze was fixed intensely on your shaved area, French bikini style. You were both completely naked at last, your battle scars standing out in the light from the bedside table.

You crawled across the bed to end up on top of him. Hunter welcomed you with open arms, groping your entire body. His dick was rock hard, throbbing. You leaned in to kiss his neck, he took the opportunity to kiss your clavicle and your shoulder.

Hunter bent his knees to support the soles of his feet, he was seething with excitement, his hips rose and fell pushing you with all his power. You also moved your hips but with the movement inverted, to put more pressure when your sensitive areas pressed against each other.

"I think it is going to explode", he begged indirectly for you to relieve him.

With your tongue, you licked from the base of his neck, where you were kissing him, to behind his earlobe. Right after you bit  it carefully. Hunter arched his back in pleasure and dug his fingers into your thighs.

"We'll need to fix that", you whispered in his ear.

You sat on him, grabbed his member in front of you, and brought yourself up on your knees, aiming his member just below your entrance. Hunter was expectant, stroking your thighs on the outside and inside, in circular motions.

You were descending with your body towards his cock, you were so wet that it had no resistance. You decided to go down little by little, for him to feel your warmth and get used to the pressure of your vagina. His arms stretched out the width of the bed, he closed his eyes and moaned, trusting you completely. Once it was completely inside you, you let it rest for a few moments. It felt so good.

“It's all inside me”, you gasped and he looked at the area with wide eyes.

Your hands were resting on his -well-trained- abs, his hairs tickled your fingers. You started to rotate the waist, squeezing down even more, you wanted it inside as much as possible. Your breasts protruded tightly in your arms, Hunter grabbed them with his hands and fondled them as you taught him before. Then your body began to go up and down, each time with more rhythm.

Your arousal increased with Hunter's, your breasts bouncing to the beat of your movements. Hunter couldn't take his eyes off you, you never imagined seeing him like this. He was biting his lips in excitement.

“You're doing it so good… I like you a lot. You are beautiful”, he stammered.

You've done it with one-night stands before. But with Hunter you felt…a connection. His words generated a stream in your body that you took advantage of to go faster. At that moment, one of his calloused hands touched your most sensitive spot, inserting his thumb between your lower lips and rubbing. He was exploring your parts, enjoying you. But as soon as you made a noise of pleasure that you couldn't suppress, he repeated that gesture. And soon you had a series of contractions that got bigger.

There you were that night, with Hunter between your legs. Enjoying pleasure, flooded in spasms as you moved up and down on top of him. You arched your back and threw your head back.

"Ahh! Hunter!”, you blurted with the last downloads of energy.

Hunter felt your orgasm, the spasms around his erection, and an increased amount of lubrication. After that, he could not contain himself and he took you by the arms to put you with your back on the bed and him on top of you. He made sure that your pelvises were glued together at all times so that his dick wouldn't come off.

"Give it all to me, fill me up", you said with all the blood on your cheeks and a big smile after the orgasm.

His tongue searched yours as he thrust his hip into you, his dark mane falling over your face. You surrounded his waist with your legs so that the penetration was deeper. His breathing became more and more labored, his arms began to shake.

"I think… I think I'm cuming" he said between thrusts.

Soon you were listening to his gasps as he went faster and faster until he reached climax. You noticed how he was unloading inside you, you helped him with your hip movements.

Gradually, he reduced the frequency of his movements, pressing with your insides to release every last drop.

He didn't got off to be able to enjoy you, after his first orgasm. He had her elbows on the bed, on either side of you. He gave you a series of kisses on the lips, on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the eyebrow, below the jaw. Until his body finally asked him to relax completely. He pulled his pelvis back, arching his back slowly, until his penis was out of you.

"That was amazing" he sighed.

He turned to the side of the bed and lay next to you. You were full of his, you could feel it dripping. You'll change the sheets tomorrow.

*********

Both of you stayed cuddled up in bed. Hunter lying on his back and you on your side, with your head on his chest. Both of your breathing clear and serene. You closed your eyes to listen to his heartbeat, it was relaxing.

"What's your impression?" you asked curiously.

“It has been the best experience of my life. Thank you”, you didn't see his face but you could feel that he was smiling.

You began to caress his chest without a certain pattern, sometimes a caress deviated more than necessary, towards the south of his body.

"We can do it again if you want. There's still so much more for you to explore," you said, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Hunter gave you a kiss on the head.

“I hope we can do it again soon”, a new erection was beginning to appear.

"There's no need to wait for another day", you wanted to tease him.

Hours passed, Hunter and you continued to enjoy each other as he regained his vigor. Thanks to you, he had the best night of his life... and there were many more to come.

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Additional note: I reposted this here because I first uploaded in my main blog ( @antaresgalaeth )but it was about Hogwarts Legacy, so I wanted something only for SW/TBB.

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[littlefeatherr]

The Bad Batch S2 Rewatch: Pabu

Phee doesn't tell the batch what they need as a family. She shows them by example and by letting them draw their own conclusions. She's helping them unlearn thinking strictly as soldiers with tactical objectives. Some examples I picked up during my rewatch:

Phee takes them as far from the Empire as possible, where other displaced families have made a life under the radar.

She puts her "pirating" activities in a different light with the batch by revealing that she's acquiring items for the benefit and cultural preservation of the refugees.

Teaching them by example that helping others is important even if you're not personally affected by their struggles, and:

That the preservation of all cultures and art is worth much more than money.

She introduces Hunter to Shep, a single father who's successful in his career and serves his community while raising a happy, well-adjusted daughter.

Introduces Tech and Wrecker to Shep and Lyanna, regular people who aren't clones and who are friendly and don't judge them. Incidentally, up until they met Suu Lawquane and later, Romar, the batch mostly had bad experiences with the regular citizens of the galaxy (Cid, Rafa Martez, Roland Durand).

Phee introduces Omega to another girl her age, Lyanna. It allows her brothers to see how happy it makes Omega to have a little friend and that it's good for both girls.

Shep teaches them that there's more to being a parent than providing necessities and protection. Fun, hospitality, and playtime also teach kids independence (as well as the batch).

In Shep, a big man with a big heart, generous and caring who enjoys relaxing with friends, Wrecker discovers a friend who accepts him as he is. Others in Pabu also befriend Wrecker.

Tech discovers that much of the knowledge he has can be useful to rebuild communities, infrastructure and help people rather than solely for war.

Phee encourages Omega to explore and enjoy nature and wildlife away from her brothers.

She essentially gives Tech and Hunter permission to relax and take time to enjoy the simple things, like twinkling lights at sunset.

The community effort to work together saved them from the destruction of the earthquake and sea surge. This is a brand new experience for the "trust nobody but your squad" batch.

They learned thst community is vital during unpredictable life events, and:

Staying together as a community and sharing resources provides a sense of safety and security regardless of the circumstances.

It's important as a member of any community to help strangers, children, elderly and disabled, risking your own life to do so. Very different than prioritizing your fellow clones over the local people during combat.

The batch experienced being part of a community, giving more than money: each one shared their time, skills, labor, food, and friendship.

These are just a few of the things that stood out to me.

Wrecker sensing the earthquake along with Hunter was also a surprise. He turned to Hunter just as he looked around, and then Wrecker also turned as well. It made me wonder if he sensed the movement or if he heard the noise that accompanies large earthquakes. And just what abilities their enhancements give them.

It struck me that Pabu is the first inhabited planet the batch has visited that was untouched by war - no garrison, no scarred landscape, no Empire, no clone troopers on duty. It struck me that they've probably never seen what peace actually looks like for the citizens of the galaxy. It's a deeply sad realization.

Please feel free to share anything you noticed to this post. 😊

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“This is your new home”

The marauder just blew up. Her little room in that loft. So many of her fond memories are probably from within the walls of that ship. The first place she was able to call home after being stuck on Kamino her entire life.

Pabu. Her first permanent home. A community of people that knew her name - the names of her brothers. A friend in Lyana, someone who she didn’t just meet in a near death experience and leave behind five minutes later. A real friend. A bed. Dinners together as a family. Somewhere hidden from the empire, where she was safe.

All attacked. All stripped away from her in an instant.

“Home” Isn’t supposed to be fortified walls. It’s not supposed to be the same shade of white no matter where you look. It’s not supposed to be constant, overbearing, and experimental supervision from doctors and people who only have the Empire’s benefit in their sights. It’s not supposed to be constant check-ins by people who only care about what the shell of your body can offer. It’s not supposed to be one big room with barely separated sleeping spaces with other experimented children - specimens. It’s not a place where she’s not allowed to even have a name.

That’s not how it should be.

She deserves sunsets over the water. She deserves delicious meals surrounded by her family. She deserves a community of people who help her as much as she helps them. She deserves to laugh. She deserves a place safe, far from the eyes of the Empire. Somewhere she can be a kid. Where she can play on the beach, try new food, make new friendships, and sleep soundly in her own room. She deserves to be surrounded by people who’ve made it their sole life goal to love and protect her with every fibre of their being, even if it means to their dying breath.

And so do all of those other kids

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[twinsunstars]

Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 5 - The Return - A Discussion Post (PART 1)

This episode was so healing. It was really something I needed. Let's look back on an episode filled with family joy!

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE YET! all screencaps are from cap-that.com! (https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/305/)

(NOTE: This post is split into two posts! I didn't know Tumblr had a limit to how many images you can add, and there's a lot I want to talk about in this episode. So here is Part 2 once you finish reading this one: LINK TO PART 2)

The episode opens with Omega sleeping safely in her room on the Marauder, the warm sun signaling her to awaken. Omega is safe and happy, having the real Lula to sleep with again.

Hunter and Wrecker are relaxing in the ship with some hot cups of tea, and Omega wonders where Crosshair is. I'm happy to see them relaxing after a long time of searching for Omega.

Crosshair is found on the beach, training with his sniper rifle. He has AZ to help him get a target, and AZ is happy to see Omega. I'm glad AZ is safe too since I've been wondering where he went after the finale of Season 2. Crosshair's hand keeps on trembling, and he sighs, worried about it. It's sad to see him this way, especially since he's the guy who never missed a target.

Crosshair still hasn't properly talked to Hunter, and Hunter and Wrecker keep their eyes on Crosshair. Omega tells Crosshair to relax and be patient, as things would eventually work out. She's really being their older sister.

Echo arrives on Pabu, and Omega immediately runs to see him again. I'm glad Echo finally came, the squad really needs the mom of the batch right now. Crosshair asks, "No hug for me?" Boy really needs one though.

The boys and Omega gather near Pabu's sunset, discussing the clones left on Mount Tantiss. All they have is Nala Se's datapad that Omega took to help her and Crosshair escape, but nothing else. Echo mentions Tech, and they all look down in silence. Tech was always the one who was able to figure things out, but now it's harder without him. Crosshair looks down sadly, and I could not get over this part. He lost his twin, and he wasn't even there for it. He didn't know when. All Crosshair can do is mourn like the others, but he never got to see Tech for one more time. The datapad is also shut down, so it's going to be even harder to use it.

Crosshair mentions that they can go to an Imperial facility that will be easy for them to use, and Hunter says that he will go with him and Echo, needing Omega and Wrecker to stay on Pabu. Omega has her heart set on rescuing the clones on Tantiss, and Hunter doesn't want to risk losing her again. After a little debate, Hunter lets Omega come with. Echo raised this girl right; she knows when to never give up.

While getting ready on Echo's ship, Crosshair and Hunter avoid each other like the plague, refusing to talk to each other. Honestly, I don't blame Hunter; Crosshair performed a lot of mistakes, but Hunter would need to talk to him.

Omega keeps talking to Crosshair, being the only one who Crosshair can trust right now. Omega calls him "little brother", and Crosshair smirks and lets out a small chuckle. I swear, Crosshair was so soft this episode.

Wrecker comes up to Crosshair and hands him a large crate with Crosshair's old armor inside. They never got rid of it, no matter how long Crosshair was gone.

They arrive on the planet Crosshair is directing them to, and it turns out to be the planet where Crosshair had killed that Imperial officer, and the same planet where Mayday died. A place now buried with even more snow. Crosshair puts on his old armor, and he looks better than never before.

Crosshair sees the same bird again flying overhead, and he often saw it throughout this episode. I love the symbolism with this bird, and now Crosshair is free.

As Batcher locates facility sensors and the team decide what to do next, Hunter and Crosshair begin to argue with each other. Echo breaks up the fight, since this is not the time for any. Omega scolds Crosshair, and Crosshair replies, "He started it." If that isn't peak sibling energy, I don't know what is.

They manage to get the facility open to hook the datapad up, while Hunter continues to watch Crosshair. Crosshair knows and senses this, but doesn't say a word.

Crosshair looks around and finds Mayday's helmet, along with the helmets of the other clone troopers Crosshair had met before. He puts them up, remembering his friend. Hunter watches him do this, but he doesn't know what happened here. Crosshair went through a lot here.

PART 2 OF DISCUSSION (explained above): https://www.tumblr.com/twinsunstars/744497062228492288/thoughts-on-the-bad-batch-episode-5-the-return?source=share

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So, today on silly headcanons that don’t matter and would probably never apply to the batch’s situation but I like them anyway: Random thoughts on what would happen if each of the batchers had to make a cake (and had unlimited access to all of the ingredients that they’d need):

Omega: Woo!! Cake!! *makes a bunch of space chocolate (there’s space chocolate, right?) cupcakes with a few different colors of icing so that she can put them together and make it look like Ruby. Wrecker keeps walking by to help out and even sneaks her some ruby chocolate chips so it can be a ruby chocolate Ruby cupcake cake. The end result is very cute, even if Omega does have to end up having to use mantell mix to make the face (someone kept eating her cupcakes and she ran out by the time she got to the face). The kitchen, though—it’s a complete disaster by the end, and Omega had the best time making that mess*

Hunter: So…my batter’s cured solid in the mixer. Is that supposed to happen? *Okay, so, his cake looks gorgeous. He’s managed to paint a sunset on Pabu onto what looks like a three tiered cake with buttercream, and it’s got this amazing texture and impressionistic look. Unfortunately, when you cut into it, it’s just three tiers of ground up ration bars fused into a kind of concrete using burnt caramel. It tastes like sand and death.*

Echo: It’ll be perfect as long as I follow the recipe. *He looks at the recipe, sees at least five ingredients he can’t eat, and decides to make a smoothie that he can eat instead. He’s not a big fan of cake, and that’s okay. It’s a really good smoothie.*

Tech: Baking is just chemistry. What could go wrong? *Lots of things. Lots of things can go wrong. Turns out that chemistry (outside of biochem) is a bit of a blind spot for Tech, and our guy can’t just follow directions without experimenting a little. Or a lot. In the end, he does end up with something. It’s not cake, but it’s definitely something. Some might call it clam chowder in a bread bowl. Really good clam chowder in a bread bowl. Just—it’s definitely not cake.*

Crosshair: Hhmm. *Crosshair can’t be too bothered to make a cake, so he buys three boxes of space funfetti cake mix, follows the directions on the box exactly, stacks the three funfetti cakes with funfetti icing in between, and then decorates the whole thing with the icing leftover from both Hunter’s and Omega’s cakes. That said, his piping is amazing. Everyone’s afraid to eat his cake because it looks so pretty. He also ate about five of Omega’s cupcakes, but it’s okay—she kept putting them on his side of the table so that he would.*

Wrecker: YEAH! CAKE TIME, BABY!! *disappears for three days and re-emerges with this gravity defying illusion cake that looks like the Maurader flying over a rocky moon full of B-1s. The B-1s are made of tempered chocolate and full of salted caramel, he’s using at least four different flavors of cake and three different kinds of cream filling, there’s a ganache river on the moon surface, the marauder cake is actually levitating (because Star Wars), it has jets of sugar glass that actually light up coming out of the engine, AND it fires choux pastry proton bombs that actually explode with jogan fruit mousse when they hit the ground. There’s even a whole section especially made for Echo so that he can eat it. And it all tastes perfect. He ends up the designated cake guy on the rare occasions they need a cake, and he couldn’t be more delighted.*

#the bad batch #anyway my general headcanon is that Wrecker would be #both the best cook and the best baker #because he’s the one who cares most about what food actually tastes like #for Hunter it’s more about the smell and the texture #and for Echo it’s more about whether or not he can eat it at all #or whether it will make him sick #Omega is still a kid so she’d still be learning if she ever got the chance to cook at all #Crosshair just wants to finish his damn lunch for once he doesn’t care what it is #and Tech I’m not sure #all that said #most of them have spent most of their lives eating ration bars and nothing else #that’s what they’re used to. #AND it kind of seems like cooking and baking is something of a luxury in the GFFA #but that could just be because of who we are usually following in Star Wars