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Hunter uses “baby” or “sweetheart”, likes the way it makes you react, how much quicker it catches your attention. But if you have a title, he likes to use them to subtly show off your accomplishments. Yeah, you’re his partner, but there’s so much more to you than that, and he’s beyond proud of who you are. 

Crosshair doesn’t really use pet names, and will make fun of people who do use them. However, he also doesn’t like PDA, so in public situations where he needs people to know you’re together without explicitly stating it, he’ll call you “Cyar’ika” the Mando’a for “Beloved”.  He doesn’t think it counts but it totally does. 

Wrecker calls you “baby”. And he isn’t casual about it, he uses it every chance he gets. Sometimes he’ll start talking about nothing, or ask you stupid questions just so he can call you that. 

Tech prefers “love” or “dear”. As you got older, he leaned towards “dear” more. Saying things like “Yes, dear?” in the mornings, and moments when you’re alone (or there are few people around). He will primarily use your first name, or a nickname if you insist, but that slowly shifts as you grow older, turning to a rise in use of pet names. You’ll never catch him calling you “babe”. 

Echo calls you “babe” or “honey” depending on how long you’ve been together. In the beginning, when you were dating, it was “babe”. But once you were married, or later when you were more committed with more years under your belt, it became “honey”. 

Jesse will, in unserious moments, call you “dude”. He does it so much it’s a pet name at this point. But when he’s trying to be romantic or just a little more serious, then he’ll use “babe”, also if he’s trying to show you off to friends or his brothers. 

Kix isn’t a big user of pet names, he thinks your name is just fine. But he likes when you use pet names on him. His heart skips a beat every time you call him “babe”, and you tease him about how he might have to check himself for complications on how red his cheeks get. 

Fives is a big user of “babe”. He uses it more than your actual name. Although he once went on a spree of using dumb pet names that you hated like “Sugarplum” and “Honey Bun” just to bother you, and because it was funny. He uses babe so much that when he uses your actual name it feels intimate, like he’s saying “I love you” without uttering the words. 

Rex doesn’t really use pet names, but he’ll use whatever your title is. This differs depending on what your job is, but an example would be “general” “commander” “senator” “captain” “chef” whatever it may be, he’ll use it. He’ll also call you by your last name more than your first, a kind of teasing formality. 

Cody likes calling you “love” or “baby”, but more times the latter. He somehow makes them sound formidable when it’s just a pet name, and you hear the warmth in his voice every time he says it. Around friends or family, he hardly uses pet names, thinking they’re informal. But that doesn’t mean they don’t creep up on him when he least expects it, and you watch as he realizes what he said. He quickly shrugs it off, like it was intentional, and that makes it even more meaningful. 

Wolffe is possessive, and doesn’t need to use pet names for people to understand that you’re off limits. He’s also said on multiple occasions that pet names are immature and childish, you’ve caught on to the embarrassment and the fact that he just doesn’t want anyone to catch him using them. But in those quiet moments, in the morning when he’s just waking up, you’ll hear a quiet whisper of “babe” “love” or “honey” so quiet that you think you misheard him. He won’t repeat himself, and deny that he even said anything to begin with.

Fox likes to, at work or in public, call you by your last name, and drop the “Mr/Ms/Mx” or whatever your title is. It feels intimate, like a secret only the two of you know, even if your relationship isn’t unknown. But in private, he hates bringing work home, and will use your first name like a fresh breath of air, like he’s been waiting all day to say it.

Mayday will call you “Lovely” “Gorgeous” “Beautiful” etc, things with syllables. He wants you to feel like every time he talks to you, he’s completely present, and it’s entirely meaningful to him. He’s holding onto everything you say, and articulate. He shows this by the pet names he calls you, which aren’t quick or throw-away terms by any means. He wants you to know how much you mean to him. 

Gregor called you “Mr/Mrs/Mx Captain Traitor” once, and now it’s become an inside joke, one that confused everyone around you. But the two of you find it funny, and it’s something just for the two of you to have. He’ll also call you “babe” or “baby” if he’s in the mood, or isn’t using your name or the first pet name. 

Emerie likes nicknames more than pet names. After you started calling her “Em” she decided to give one to you too. She isn’t a big user of pet names, some of them she finds to sound too casual, and that’s the last thing she feels for you. So a nickname, that she created for you, is her favourite.

Wolffe never thought babies were his thing. Too loud, too fragile, too unpredictable. He’d spent most of his life around soldiers and warzones, not soft blankets and tiny socks. But then he sees you sitting in the corner of the barracks lounge with someone’s infant tucked against your chest, his entire brain short-circuits.

Wolffe’s gone after that.

Because now he’s imagining what your child would look like. If they’d have your smile. If they’d curl tiny fingers around his scarred hands without fear.

It unsettles him how badly he wants it.

Later that night, he corners you in the corridor, arms crossed, trying to act normal while absolutely failing.

“You’re good with kids,” he mutters.

You grin. “That surprise you?”

“A little.”

His eye lingers on your mouth before dropping lower. “Made me think.”

“Oh?” you tease.

Wolffe steps closer, voice rough. “Thought about you carrying one around that looked like us.”

The silence after that is dangerous. You blink at him, cheeks warming, and he notices immediately. His smirk is slow and wolfish.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “That got your attention.”

When you shove at his chest, embarrassed, he catches your wrist easily and pulls you closer.

“Don’t start blushing now, cyare. You were the one making domestic life look tempting.”

Then, “Besides, I think youd look good carrying my kid.”

And the bastard sounds entirely too pleased with himself when your knees nearly give out.

Cody

Cody has always been good at adapting. New battle plans, impossible odds, sudden chaos, he handles it all with a calm smile. But nothing prepares him for seeing you with a baby asleep against your shoulder during a base gathering.

You’re swaying gently to keep the little one asleep, absentmindedly rubbing tiny circles over their back while talking to someone nearby. The baby’s fist is curled in your shirt, completely content.

Cody feels something in his chest go painfully soft. He’s done for.

He leans against the doorway watching you for way too long, helmet tucked under his arm while his mind wanders somewhere dangerous. Somewhere warm, somewhere domestic.

You catch him staring eventually and raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says too quickly.

You narrow your eyes. “You’ve had that look on your face for five straight minutes.”

“What look?”

“The one where you’re pretending not to think very loudly.”

That gets a laugh out of him. But he walks closer anyway, gaze drifting back to the baby.

“He trusts you,” he says quietly.

“Well, babies can tell who’s safe.”

The words hit him harder than they should. Because Cody suddenly imagines coming back from deployment and finding you in shared quarters with a sleepy infant curled against your chest. Imagines hearing tiny footsteps running toward him. Imagines home.

He’s absolutely cooked.

The baby wakes and starts fussing. Before you can soothe them, Cody crouches beside you and offers his finger. Tiny hands grab him instantly.

Your expression melts. And stars, that look from you almost kills him.

“What?” he asks, smiling.

“You’d make a really good dad.”

Cody freezes for half a second.Then his eyes darken just slightly as he looks between you and the baby. “That so?”

“Mhm.”

He stands slowly, close enough now that your breath catches. “Careful saying things like that to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I already spend enough time thinking about you.”

Your face warms instantly.

Cody grins, completely unrepentant. “Now I’m imagining you pregnant and looking at me like that too.”

You choke on air while he laughs softly, leaning down to murmur, “And honestly? That mental image is becoming a problem.”

Rex

Rex doesn’t notice it happening at first.

One second he’s walking into the medbay looking for Kix, and the next he’s stopped dead in the doorway because there you are with a baby balanced on your hip like you were born for it.

The little girl is babbling at you while clutching your name tag, and you’re answering her with complete seriousness.

“Oh really? That’s fascinating. Tell me more.”

The baby squeals happily and Rex feels his heart fold in on itself. You look so natural like this.

And suddenly he’s wondering what it would feel like to have a life outside the war. A tiny apartment somewhere quiet. You laughing in a kitchen while a child toddles after him calling him dad.

It hits him hard enough to steal the breath from his lungs.

The baby grabs your cheeks with both hands, making you laugh louder, and Rex is completely helpless after that.

“You break easy around kids, Captain?” you tease when you notice him staring.

“Only this one,” he says automatically.

Your eyebrows lift. You start laughing and he groans because now he’s embarrassed and you look adorable laughing at him.

But then the baby reaches toward him.

Rex hesitates before taking her carefully, surprisingly gentle for someone built for war. The baby immediately grabs his blond hair and giggles.

Your expression softens instantly.

And maker, that look from you nearly ruins him.

“You’re good at that,” you murmur.

Rex glances up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Something shifts in his face then. Something quieter. More vulnerable.

“I think…” He pauses. “I think I’d want one someday.”

Your breath catches slightly and Rex notices. His gaze drops to your lips before meeting your eyes again, warm and steady. “With the right person,” he adds softly.

The silence between you suddenly feels charged.

Then he smiles, slow and devastating.

“And if you keep looking at me while holding babies, you’re not making it easy to stay responsible about that.”

Fives

Fives notices things other people don’t. Tiny details, expressions, habits.

So the second he sees a baby crawl straight past three shinies and make a beeline for you, he’s paying attention.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hangar, laughing softly while the little boy climbs into your lap like he belongs there. The kid immediately grabs your face with sticky hands, and instead of recoiling, you kiss his palm dramatically.

“Well, hello to you too, tiny menace.”

The baby shrieks with delighted laughter.

Fives feels something dangerous spark low in his chest. Because you don’t even realize what you look like right now, smiling all soft and sleepy, holding that kid like it’s the easiest thing in the galaxy. Like you were made for it.

And suddenly his brain betrays him completely. He imagines a baby with your eyes and his curls. Imagines hearing you laugh like that in the middle of the night while holding his kid. Imagines waking up beside you with tiny feet kicking between you both.

He’s staring so hard Echo has to elbow him. “You look insane right now.”

“Shut up.”

You glance over at the sound of their bickering and grin. “You wanna hold him?”

Fives tries to play it cool. “Depends. Is he gonna throw up on me?”

“Probably.”

“Alright, hand him over.”

The second the baby settles against his chest, tiny fingers gripping his blacks, Fives is absolutely finished. Completely gone.

And then he looks up and catches the expression on your face. “You’re good at this,” you say quietly.

Fives smirks automatically. “Good with my hands, mesh’la.”

You snort. “That line work on everyone?”

“No.” His eyes flick down your body slowly. “Just the people I think about having a future with.”

The teasing leaves his voice at the end, replaced with something warmer, realer.

Your breath catches. Fives notices immediately, grin turning wicked. “Kriff,” he murmurs. “You really liked that one.”

Then he bounces the baby lightly and adds, “Careful or I’m gonna start thinking about putting one in your arms for real.”

Fox

Fox is exhausted almost constantly.

Coruscant never sleeps, which means neither does he. His life is paperwork, politics, and trying to stop the galaxy from collapsing every five minutes.

Domestic thoughts don’t happen for him anymore.

Until you. Until he walks into the Senate daycare during a security sweep and finds you sitting in the middle of a pile of toddlers like some kind of battlefield medic for tiny disasters.

One kid is asleep against your side. Another is braiding your sleeve strings together. A third is demanding you read the same holobook for the fifth time.

And you’re handling all of it with this calm, patient smile that hits Fox directly in the chest.

He leans in the doorway longer than he should.

Then one of the toddlers waddles over and wraps themselves around your leg while whining sleepily, and you scoop them up without hesitation, kissing their forehead automatically.

Fox is done for.

Because now he’s imagining coming home to this.

To you waiting up late with a baby half-asleep on your shoulder. To tiny socks left around quarters. To hearing laughter instead of blaster fire ringing in his ears.

It’s terrifying how much he wants it.

“You look scary when you stare,” you tell him eventually.

Fox crosses his arms. “Occupational hazard.”

“Mhm.” You smile knowingly. “Or you just like watching me babysit.”

His silence gives him away instantly. Your eyebrows rise. “Oh my gods,” you laugh softly. “Fox.”

He exhales through his nose, already doomed. “You’re good with them.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I’m thinking things I shouldn’t.”

Your smile turns dangerous. “Such as?”

Fox steps closer slowly until he’s standing right in front of you, gaze dropping briefly to the baby in your arms.

Then back to you. “Such as how good you’d look holding mine.”

The words come out low and rough and your face heats immediately. Fox notices, eyes darkening just slightly before he leans down near your ear. “And now I can’t stop imagining it.”

Bacara

Bacara is not soft. At least, that’s what everyone assumes.

The commander of the Galactic Marines is cold efficiency wrapped in armour and discipline. People straighten when he enters rooms. Troopers go silent.

Then he sees you holding a baby and suddenly the terrifying commander looks like he’s forgotten how to function.

It happens on leave. Some little girl from the settlement toddles toward you with grabby hands, and you crouch instantly to pick her up.

The child presses her face into your neck like she trusts you completely.

Bacara feels something sharp crack open in his chest, because you look beautiful.

You sway gently while talking to the girl, smiling every time she babbles nonsense at you. The kid eventually falls asleep against your shoulder, tiny fist curled into your shirt.

And Bacara cannot stop staring.

He starts thinking things he’s never let himself think before. About family. About seeing you heavy with his child and knowing, for once in his life, that something good belonged to him.

It scares him with the intensity of it.

“You’ve been glaring at me for ten minutes,” you say eventually.

“I’m not glaring.”

“You absolutely are.”

Bacara walks over slowly, eyes fixed on the sleeping child in your arms. His expression softens almost imperceptibly.

“She likes you.”

“She likes everybody.”

“No,” he says quietly. “Not like this.”

Something in his tone makes your stomach flip.

You shift the baby slightly. “You ever think about kids?”

Bacara’s gaze drags up your body slowly before meeting your eyes again. “Never used to.”

Your breath catches. “And now?” you ask softly.

His voice drops lower. “Now I can’t stop picturing you full of mine.”

The honesty of it nearly knocks the air from your lungs.

Bacara notices instantly, thumb brushing briefly against your wrist.

“You’d look good like that,” he murmurs. “Safe, happy. Full of my child.”

And somehow the bluntness makes it infinitely worse.

Hunter

Hunter hears the baby laughing before he sees you.

Bright, uncontrollable giggles echo through the Marauder, and he follows the sound automatically, only to stop dead in the doorway.

You’re lying on the floor with a baby balanced on your stomach while Omega sits nearby absolutely delighted by the whole thing.

The kid is cackling every time you make exaggerated shocked faces.

“No way,” you gasp dramatically. “You stole my nose? Give it back!”

The baby smacks your face happily. Hunter’s chest aches instantly. Because this, this easy warmth around you, fits too well.

He’s spent so long protecting people that sometimes he forgets there’s supposed to be more to life than survival. But watching you with that child makes something painfully domestic settle into his mind.

A home somewhere quiet. Hunter’s completely lost in the thought before you notice him.

“You just gonna stand there looking mysterious?” you tease.

Omega snickers. “He’s doing the staring thing again.”

Hunter sighs. “Traitor.”

You laugh, and the baby reaches for him immediately.

The second Hunter takes the child, tiny fingers latch onto his bandana and tug hard enough to make the kid squeal triumphantly.

Your smile softens.

And stars, that expression from you nearly drops him.

“You look natural,” you murmur.

Hunter glances up. “With kids?”

“Mhm.”

Something vulnerable flickers across his face then disappears beneath a crooked smile. “That dangerous for me?”

“Very.”

He steps closer, baby balanced carefully against his chest while his eyes stay locked on yours.

“You know,” he says quietly, “seeing you like this is giving me ideas.”

Your cheeks warm instantly. “Hunter—”

“I’m serious.” His grin turns softer. “Can’t stop wondering what our kid would look like.”

The air between you suddenly feels too warm.

“Think they’d have your smile or my attitude?”

Howzer

Howzer falls a little bit in love with you every day already.

Seeing you with a baby just seals his fate completely.

You’re visiting one of the families on Ryloth when their infant starts crying mid-conversation. Before the parents can apologize, you hold your arms out automatically.

“Can I?”

The mother hands the baby over gratefully. And somehow within seconds, the crying stops.

You bounce the little girl gently against your chest, murmuring nonsense in a soft voice while her tiny fingers curl around yours.

Howzer stares like a man witnessing a divine revelation. Because you look radiant. Warm sunlight catches your face while the baby blinks up at you sleepily, completely calm now. You kiss her forehead without thinking, and Howzer feels his entire heart cave in.

He’s gone. The dangerous part is how quickly his mind jumps ahead.

He imagines children with your laugh running through open market streets. Imagines you teasing him while a baby naps against his chest. Imagines slow mornings and peace and a future he never thought he’d get.

“You’re staring again,” you say with amusement.

“Can you blame me?”

You grin. “I’m holding a baby, not performing magic.”

Howzer smiles softly. “Feels pretty close.”

The baby yawns, nestling deeper into you, and he physically has to stop himself from saying something reckless immediately.

Unfortunately, he fails.

“You’d make an incredible mother.”

Your eyes widen slightly. Howzer notices and steps closer, voice gentler now. “I mean it.”

There’s something devastatingly sincere in the way he says it. No teasing, no deflection. Just completely honest.

Then his gaze drops briefly to the baby before returning to you, warmer now. More intimate.

“And selfishly?” he murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you’d look carrying my child.”

Your breath catches hard enough that he smiles instantly.

“Ah,” he says softly, delighted. “There you are.”

Then he brushes his fingers against yours where they rest against the baby’s back.

“Good. Means I’m not the only one thinking about it now.”

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Hunter:

Generally okay with touch and physical affection but prefers predictable touches, especially if his senses are bothering him/overwhelmed

Loves when you comb your fingers through his hair, he finds it really calming/soothing

Also loves when you trace his tattoo (which I firmly believe goes down his entire side), especially the portions on his chest and back

Likes when you really lightly drag your nails along his skin when you’re cuddling, it makes him shiver every time

Tech:

Mildly touch-averse and generally prefers close proximity to overt physical affection

When he does feel like being touched he likes kinda passive contact like sitting with your sides/arms brushing or if you hook your ankle around his under the table

Probably his favorite thing is when you massage his hands and knuckles when they cramp up

Wrecker:

Touch is obviously a super important way Wrecker communicates, especially when it comes to care/affection, and he's very receptive to really any contact you initiate

Craves full body touch, like you completely draped over him in bed or making sure you're totally pressed against him when you hug him. Loves when he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. Wants you to hold him as tight as possible

Chest rubsssss

Crosshair:

Used to be one of the better ones with touch but has a complicated relationship with it post-Tantiss. Has some physical trigger areas that he prefers you avoid, especially his neck

Prefers more subtle affection like holding his hand under the table or slipping your arm around his waist when you’re sitting next to each other and no one can see

Also really likes quick little gestures like a brief peck on the cheek, because it's a quick little absent reminder you love him that doesn't draw a lot of attention

Lovesss when you pull him closer by his hips when you wanna hug him or kiss him or whatever

Echo:

Simultaneously really touch-starved and touch-averse without entirely realizing it. Tenses up at touch a lot even when he's fully expecting it. Likes softer, minimal touches esp when he's still kinda adjusting to regular physical affection

The skin/seams around where his cybernetics are attached are really sensitive and he usually prefers if you avoid touching the areas, though sometimes he likes really really soft kisses there

Honestly finds just like basic, straightforward hugs really comforting. Doesn't matter if they're light and gentle or super tight, he just likes being held

Commanders

Rex:

Pretty touch-starved but kinda represses it, most used to practical touches like placing his hand on someone's shoulder when reassuring them or gripping someone's elbow to steady them. Really melts into affection in private though

Really likes when you lazily trace shapes along his skin with your fingertips or when you trace along his muscles

Also after he takes his armor off he's often sore where the armor seams are so he likes when you massage/kiss those places

Back scratches

Cody:

Naturally pretty affectionate with you and comfortable with touch, usually preferring smaller touches unless he's feeling particularly needy or stressed

If he's working he likes when you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lean back and rest his head against your shoulder

When he hugs you it's always very tight, wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you as close as possible as he buries his face in your neck

Secretly likes being the little spoon

Wolffe:

Generally guarded about touch and when he initiates he's very assertive about it, but honestly he kinda almost prefers when you initiate

Goes very weak for really firm neck and shoulder rubs, just carries SO MUCH physical stress and I feel like he's constantly tense lol

Really likes when you trace his scars but he pretends not to. If he's feeling particularly tired and he gets a little softer though he'll lean into it and his eyes go all half-lidded

Fox:

So insanely touch-starved to the point where like even when you're actively touching him he always needs more

Lovesss having you in his lap esp if it's late and he's stuck working on reports and stuff

Also likes to rest his head in your lap and have you play with his hair/scratch his head, gets annoyed whenever you stop and looks up at you all irritated

Thorn:

Pretty naturally affectionate with you, likes casual, easygoing, frequent touch

Honestly really likes hand holding and always laces his fingers through yours whenever you're near him

A big fan of quick passing affection, like if you nudge your shoulder against his or squeeze his hip when you walk past him

Bly:

Not super naturally inclined to initiate touch on his own but craves it very intensely

Loves a long, quiet forehead press, usually pecks your lips or cheek before pulling away. It feels really intimate and he just really likes that

Likes lifting you up tbh esp if he hasn’t seen you in a while he lifts you up a lil when he hugs you and rocks from side to side

Bacara:

Forcefully represses his need for affection to the point of very mild touch aversion and genuinely believes he doesn't need it

Likes when you touch his shoulders. Like if he kisses you and you clutch at his shoulders or if you pick up that he’s not doing well and reach out to give his shoulder a lil squeeze he really likes it

Secretly loves when you cuddle with him in bed, your head on his chest and a leg draped over him. Pretends to be asleep every time though so you can't call him out

The bicep hold™

Neyo:

Tends to be a little detached and kinda uncomfortable with overly soft or gentle touches, prefers to find excuses for touch through practical things

Likes when you adjust his armor for him, it gets you close to him while he can pretend it's just practical lol

Secretly really loves if you grab onto his arm and hold onto him if you're like surprised or scared or excited

Gregor:

Expresses himself through affection with you pretty frequently and seeks out touch from you a lot

Likes hugging you from behind and loves when you do the same

Really likes when you give him little kisses all over his face, it makes him laugh and instantly puts him in a good mood

Likes lying with his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat esp while he’s falling asleep

Mayday:

Pretty stoic about his own needs but is really gentle and soft when it comes to you and he tends to initiate touch pretty frequently. Mildly touch starved

Really likes when you stroke his hair or beard, your fingers combing through his hair or scratching lightly at his jaw disarms him and he just leans into your hand with a quiet sigh

Likes when you rest your head in his lap, he often then traces over your features really lightly with his fingertips, just kinda admiring you

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All of Tech's spaces are super cluttered. Like to anyone else it looks like a disaster, but it makes sense to him. HE knows exactly where everything is. If you ever offer to help him organize things he looks at you all wide-eyed and mildly offended like ???? why, this is perfectly efficient

Has very little regard for his own sleep schedule but is SUPER observant when it comes to yours (hypocrite). Always reminding you of when you're supposed to be up in the morning and when you should go to sleep in order to get sufficient rest. Also lectures you about sleep hygiene even though he always stares at his datapad for like two hours before sleeping

Sends you good morning texts every single morning even if you live together. He's usually up before you and isn't good at just like lying there waiting for you to wake up so he at least makes sure you wake up to a text lol

Does make you your preferred drink every single morning without fail though

Very absent-minded about eating and will forget meals sometimes if he's super engrossed in something. Once again, though, he's a hypocrite here lmao and will always notice if YOU skip any meals

If you have work or whatever he always packs your lunch for you

Not great at cooking though he likely would be if he cared to put any effort in, but he just eats like the same three things on rotation (he's just like me fr)

Whenever he gets bored he likes going through your living space and just fixing whatever random things might need it

Conversations with him often continue from wherever he last left them regardless of how much time has passed, like you'll wake up in the morning and before you've even fully woken up he's bringing up something you two were talking about sometime yesterday and just starts talking because during the night he thought of like six related things he wants to tell you about

Doesn't feel the need to mask so much when it's just the two of you and he fidgets a lot, like bounces his leg when he's thinking or taps patterns with his fingertips against whatever. Paces around sometimes. Also talks to himself under his breath a lot

Not much of a cuddler when he's awake because he gets restless quickly but in his sleep he's a little clingy. Rarely falls asleep touching you in any significant way but he always ends up curling up against you in his sleep. Initially was always surprised when he woke up totally tangled with you but now he's more surprised if he doesn't

Does all the budgeting and is very meticulous about it

Not great at staying on top of chores generally but every once in while he'll get a burst of energy and just suddenly deep clean your entire place from top to bottom

Loves introducing you to new things, literally anything, books, movies, shows, places, experiences, whatever. Whenever he mentions something that you haven't done/heard of he perks up and gets excited to show you. It's the same vice versa as well, he loves hearing about things you like/care about/enjoy and is always happy for you to introduce him to things. Likes making dates out of it

Sometimes kinda zones out watching you, you’ll be doing something totally mundane and he’ll just suddenly fixate and get lost in thought about you and how much he loves being with you and what he wants his future with you to be like. You catch him looking at you with that soft expression and ask what he’s thinking about and he just says he thinks you’re remarkable

Main term of endearment he uses for you is darling, also uses love/my love a lot

Physical affection doesn't come super naturally to him and it almost always catches him off guard when you randomly kiss him no matter how long you've been together, but one thing he makes an active effort to do is kiss you every single time either of you leave anywhere and also before you go to sleep

501st

Rex:

Rex's feelings kinda sneak up on him and he spends a long time denying them. He convinces himself it's just admiration, or maybe protectiveness or duty, and pointedly ignores how flustered he feels whenever you smile at him or how he's always trying to find excuses to linger around you

The guilt absolutely eats at him. You're the General's padawan and a Jedi, and developing feelings for you feels like crossing a line he never intended to approach. He tries creating more professional distance…which really just makes everyone notice how strangely formal he acts around you

Lives in his helmet 24/7 around you to hide how much he blushes whenever you give him attention

Thinks he's really good at hiding his crush but he's not. Everyone knows. All the men exchange knowing looks whenever he gets flustered around you or whenever you compliment him. Meanwhile Rex is convinced he's being totallyyyyy subtle

Fives:

Fives' feelings develop pretty slowly but when he actually falls for you he falls hard

He doesn't even try to hide how he feels. Sure, if anything ever happened between you it'd have to stay secret, but having a crush? That's hardly against rules. He flirts shamelessly, winks at you across rooms, and never misses an opportunity to make you laugh

If anyone ever doubts you or talks down to you Fives is the first to shut them down. He's fiercely in your corner and has complete faith in you

Doesn't even deny it if you call him out on his feelings, he'll throw out a teasing/joking remark abouut how it took you long enough to notice or ask if he was being too subtle. But after the teasing dies down, he softens a little because he wants you to know it's more than just playful flirting or a little crush and if you ever wanted to talk about this seriously, he will happily drop the jokes

Echo:

Echo refuses to acknowledge his feelings for months and tells himself it's purely just respect despite everyone around him both knowing otherwise and teasing him frequently about it

Like unfortunately for him, everyone else figured it out almost before he did. The way he both stiffens and lights up when you walk into a room, the way he lingers around you, the way he's always pleased to be assigned with you on missions all makes it painfully obvious

Can't help but try to impress you a little bit. Even if he can't let you know how he feels he wants you to see him as dependable/someone you can always count on

Doesn't think of himself as much of a flirt but is kinda charming around you whenever he lets his guard down a little bit. Doesn't think he is, and isn't necessarily trying to be, but that just adds to it lol

Kix:

Kix's feelings grow so gradually he barely notices them until one day he realizes checking on you after missions has become one of the most important parts of his routine

Like no matter how busy he is, once his own duties are finished, he's stopping by to make sure you're doing okay and getting some rest

Kinda worries about you a lot despite knowing he probably doesn't need to. He trusts your abilities but he also knows how much pressure you're under and hates seeing you push yourself too hard

He's genuinely torn over how much of his feelings he should actually let you be aware of. Some days he thinks you deserve to know, and other days he convinces himself it'd only complicate things for you

Jesse:

Tbh Jesse falls so hopelessly in love it's painful to watch. But every time he starts thinking about telling you, he remembers you're a Jedi and talks himself out of it again

He flirts with you constantly but he's so bad at it. Like sometimes he's okay at it but as soon as you give him any kind of attention he gets both overconfident and a little flustered and any ability to flirt effectively goes out the window

The longer he keeps his feelings bottled up, the more protective he becomes. During missions he's always trying to find excuses to stay close enough to have your back even if he knows you can handle yourself

Also catches himself getting jealous more easily as more time goes on without him telling you his feelings. He's not proud of it but he just can't help how jealous he gets whenever it seems like someone else might be catching your attention

Hardcase:

Hardcase falls for you fast and doesn't really see any reason to pretend otherwise. Literally by like the end of a week the entire 501st knows he's in love with you

Shows off whenever you're around. Always trying to impress you in some way and it makes him even more reckless much to EVERYONE'S chagrin

Your laugh is his most favorite thing in the galaxy and he's constantly saying ridiculous shit/telling bad jokes just to get you to smile

He's your biggest hype man. Doesn't matter if it's training, negotiations, combat, Hardcase is already telling everyone how incredible you are and how well you handled it

Tup:

Tup's crush develops quickly and quietly but he's very keenly aware of it and has no idea how he's supposed to go about managing it. He thinks about you constantly and doesn't know how to stop

He keeps it completely to himself partly because you're a Jedi and partly because he feels suddenly shy whenever he tries to imagine confessing anyway

You fluster him without even trying. Any smile or little compliment is enough to leave him stumbling over his words

If anyone teases him about you, he gets SO defensive and annoyed and insists that they're reading too much into things even though they're absolutely right lmao

Dogma:

Realizing he has feelings for you is nothing short of horrifying for Dogma. He immediately decides the best solution is to avoid you whenever possible

He's already super formal around you but this gets dialed up to 11 after he develops feelings for you. Everything he says sounds super rehearsed and he's like trying to compensate professionalism for thoughts/feelings he desperately doesn't want to be having

He's convinced nothing can ever come of this and he refuses to burden you with his feelings. You're a Jedi , the rules are the rules, and he'll keep this to himself no matter how much it aches

But if anyone ever questions or criticizes you unfairly, or even raises their voice at you, Dogma's cutting in before he even thinks about it. Whatever else he's feeling, his instinct is always to defend you. So people catch on pretty fast that he's into you lol

Commanders

Cody:

Cody's feelings develop so gradually that he hardly notices them until he's completely gone for you and it's too late to do anything about it

He's very good at hiding it. To everyone else, he just comes across as very supportive of you. Internally, though, he's pining away. Can hardly ever stop thinking about you

As good as he is at hiding it, people probably start putting pieces together eventually. Cody never directly confirms or denies anything though, he just deflects or redirects the conversation

He essentially doesn't want to risk making things harder/more complicated for you by confessing. He instead just wants to be the person you can always count on. If you need backup, advice, or really anything else, Cody is already there

Wolffe:

Wolffe is frustrated with himself for even developing feelings for you in the first place and he frankly wishes he could just will them away

He gets weirdly wary around you like he’s constantly waiting for himself to slip up somehow. Like he’s really brisk and guarded around you but it’s because he’s trying to be soo careful to be. Like. Normal.

He's pretty good at hiding his crush generally but softness does start creeping in sometimes despite his best efforts. He can’t help it. You look at him a certain way, or you do something kind, and he just gets reminded of why he developed these feelings for you in the first place. The briefest little look of longing flickers over his face before he forces it back

EXTREMELY protective of you to the point it can come off as slightly overbearing or even maybe jealous at times. If anyone ever brings attention to it he just glares and changes the subject

Bly:

Bly's crush is a little obvious despite his behavior towards you not really changing. It's because of the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's paying any attention. There's so much admiration and fondness in his expression that it gives him away every time

Otherwise though he doesn’t let his feelings influence how he treats you professionally and duty takes precedence to him. He feels that part of his duty to you is remaining dependable and not letting personal feelings get in the way, and he wouldn’t want you to think that the way he feels about you compromises anything about his ability to keep up with his responsibilities

He's always looking out for you, just is always somehow nearby when things start going sideways. Also frequently asking Aayla how you're doing to get her perspective without realizing that he's accidentally being super transparent about how much he cares about you lol

He genuinely just thinks you're incredible. He has so much admiration for you and a part of him really hates having to keep it to himself, but he can’t really find a good reason to justify telling you. He tries to find one though. A lot.

Bacara:

Bacara ignores his feelings so hard he almost convinces himself he’s gotten rid of them. Like he is pushing that shit down so hard and absolutely refuses to acknowledge it

He doubles down on professionalism, keeping a very careful distance and ensuring every interaction stays strictly mission-focused. It throws him off a little if you're ever like particularly nice to him and you can literally see him setting his jaw and internally yelling at himself to stay professional

He's genuinely so annoyed with himself for letting this happen at all. He fully blames himself for “allowing” these feelings to develop and just becomes really harsh with himself and how he lets himself act around you

But, every so often, the walls crack just a little bit. Just a lingering glance at you or really subtle relief on his face when you get through missions safely. He fucking hates the soft spot he has for you but for the life of him he can’t get rid of it. He even once almost smiled absentmindedly at you when you caught his eye before he caught himself and forced his expression back to a frown. Was so baffled that that happened he couldn’t sleep that night

Neyo:

Neyo is absolutely impossible for you to read. Even after realizing he has feelings for you, nothing about his outward behavior changes. Genuinely no one can tell

He refuses to dwell on his feelings because he knows that acknowledging them won't change anything. You're a Jedi. He can't be with you. So he shoves his feelings down and focuses on the mission

His care for you does come out in little ways, but he intentionally makes sure they’re barely noticeable. It’s usually just like through how observant he is. He notices when you're tired, distracted, injured, pushing yourself too hard, really anything and he's always stepping in to check in with you, though he keeps it pretty subtle and somehow manages to keep his demeanor so cold that it’s easy to miss that there’s care there

He's also very subtly protective of you. He just always makes sure he's positioned somewhere where he can reach you if things go wrong. Gets a little pissy with you if you do anything dangerous/reckless and honestly it comes off like he’s being bitchy but it’s because he’s worried about you lol

Gregor:

Gregor falls for you so fast and honestly doesn't see much point in pretending otherwise. He figures you’d figure it out eventually anyway

Sooo fucking loyal to you in literally every single possible way. Jumps in to protect you at every opportunity. Backs you up whenever you might need. Just is always there to support you and if someone messes with you they mess with HIM

Flirts with you a lot and uses it as like an easy facade to tell you how he actually really feels about you. Every compliment is genuine but if anyone questions him he can play it off

Likes impressing you. He’s competent and he knows it but having you acknowledge it makes him sooo smug

Mayday:

Mayday's feelings for you grow quietly over time. It's not fast or dramatic. He just realizes one day how much he looks forward to seeing you every day and he’s like. Huh.

He really treasures calm moments with you between missions more than anything and will find excuses to go see you, maybe bringing you a cup of caf or tea, and then sitting and talking to you about anything for a little bit

Never asks for more than what the two of you already have. Just being able to spend time with you feels like enough, even if part of him wishes it didn't have to be

Can't help but like very subtly flirt with you every now and then. It's not frequent and it's never enough to picked up on by anyone else, he'll just like say something totally mundane or respond to an order but the way his eyes flick up to yours and his voice drops low is enough for you to know what he's doing

TBB

Hunter:

Struggles with conveying that he needs comfort/affection, instead when he needs you you’ll just notice that he like keeps trying to find an excuse to get you alone

Once he has a quiet moment alone with you, he pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck, muttering a quiet, "Stay with me for a while?"

You especially soothe him a lot when his senses are overwhelming him. Like sometimes he needs to lie against your chest, his face buried against you, your arms wrapped securely around him. He wants to shut out everything but you

Tech:

Always very upfront with you about his needs but honestly, sometimes when Tech needs comfort/affection, he doesn't recognize it. He knows he needs something, but isn't always sure what exactly

Just knows he likes being near you in these moments. Finds a reason to sit with you or ask for your help with something, and then continues to come up with reasons to stay in your presence

But if you reach out first and squeeze his hand or kiss him or give him a hug, he realizes that's what he needed the whole time and melts into the touch immediately. Gets restless when you pull back and bluntly asks for you to touch him again

Wrecker:

No shame in asking for affection, if he wants a hug, he's already there taking it. Very physically affectionate just in general so it's not often that he needs to like go out of his way to ask for affection

Everyone is used to him being touchy/affectionate so his quieter more emotional needs go unnoticed a lot and people often assume if he wants touch, he'll ask for it. So it means SO MUCH to him whenever you're the one to initiate anything, especially if it's really soft

Will sometimes confess insecurities or need for emotional comfort/reassurance usually when he's already cuddling with you and already feels really loved/cared for

Crosshair:

Never asks directly, just hovers around you and keeps getting in your space until you notice. Sometimes randomly pokes you or nudges you to get your attention and to like make you realize he wants you to touch him without having to say it

Sometimes pretends like you're the one who needs affection, drawling, "Hm. You look clingy today," while opening an arm for you to come lean against him

Needs reassurance a lot more often than he ever voices/lets on and you kinda have to learn like a specific look he gets when he's not doing well. Sometimes kinda quietly checks, "You don't regret this?" because he needs to hear you choose him again

Echo:

Often hesitates to ask because he doesn't want to be a burden, even when he desperately wants the reassurance

If he's having a particularly difficult day he just wants to hear you talk about anything. Doesn't matter how mundane, doesn't matter if it has absolutely nothing to do with him in any way, he just wants to hear your voice

Waits to get really affectionate until you're both in bed, when he's suddenly pulling you gently against him and holding you a little more firmly than usual. Stays awake for a long time just to feel you against him, pressing soft kisses to your forehead even after you've fallen asleep

501st

Rex:

Rex doesn't ask for comfort very often, but he can ask when he really needs it. He recognizes when he's reached his limit even if he pushes himself right to the very edge of it every damn time

Initiates affection with like little casual touches that linger and build until you're finally tangled up with each other, and he presses his face into your skin with a heavy sigh of relief

Then will sometimes have little murmured conversations with you while you’re snuggling together, quiet confessions and admissions that he needs reassurance, sometimes just needs you to tell him he made the right call about something

Fives:

Gives you a lot of affection generally but you can tell he needs comfort when it gets softer. Like he'll sit down and throw an arm around your shoulders as usual, but then keeps pressing really soft kisses to your temple and cheek

Asks how YOU'RE doing before bringing up that he needs anything because he wants to make sure you're okay first and doesn't want to burden you with anything

Is pretty upfront about how he's feeling though and is generally good at telling you when he needs reassurance, or if he doesn't really want to talk about it but wants comfort anyway he'll just press his forehead against yours and ask quietly if he can just hold you for a while

Kix:

Usually puts everyone else's needs first so asking for comfort feels kinda unfamiliar and awkward for him. Will also sometimes insist that he's fine even when he's very obviously exhausted. You know he's not doing great when he's letting you fuss over him without some kind of protest

Directs a lot of his need for comfort into taking care of you anyway, making sure you've eaten and asking about your day and stuff like that

So relieved if you just randomly give him a hug tbh, it's so simple but it's kinda his favorite thing to suddenly feel you wrapping your arms around him just because you wanted to

Jesse:

Gets really clingy when he needs comfort. He won't tell you why, he's just suddenly following you around everywhere, wrapping his arm around you at every opportunity, and trying to come up with things for you to do together so you can stay with him

Loves being fussed over but pretends like he doesn't. He often really wants to feel like you're as obsessed with him as he is with you lol and finding an excuse for you to fuss over him is a way he conveys that

Doesn't like feeling like he's worrying you though so he'll often make a joke or say something dry before/in the middle of asking for comfort

Hardcase:

Pretty direct about it when he needs physical comfort/touch. Just like flops down and puts his head in your lap and jokingly pouts that he needs attention

Makes you laugh on purpose because seeing you smile is honestly often just as comforting to him as receiving affection

A little more awkward about asking for like emotional reassurance/comfort and you know he needs it when he's quieter than usual. Still doesn't like bringing down your mood though so he'll still hesitate before admitting he needs it, muttering "Can we just…not talk about anything serious for a bit?" while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him

Tup:

Comes off a little anxious when he needs you, fidgeting a lot and glancing at you every couple minutes like he's trying to figure out how he should ask for this

A lot more likely to initiate affection when he knows you need it too. If he sees you having a hard day, comforting you gives him the excuse to hold you close/be clingier than usual without feeling like he's asking too much

Is honest about it when he's really struggling though and really thrives on verbal reassurance

Dogma:

Insists he doesn't need affection right up until the moment you give it to him, like he'll be insisting he's fine, getting irritated whenever you try to push, but then the second you wrap your arms around him he's clinging to you SO tight

Needs a lot of reassurance honestly but genuinely has absolutely no idea how to ask for it and it helps him so much when you tell him you're proud of him or that he's doing well without being prompted

Needs to be reminded a lot that he doesn't always have to earn your kindness or affection, constantly feels like he needs to prove himself to you in some way first in order to deserve it. So you know when he needs comfort when he's like. trying to do EVERYTHING for you and trying to be even more rigid/uptight than usual

Commanders

Cody:

Doesn't outright ask for affection often, is already pretty naturally affectionate with you anyway. But when he like really needs comfort he kinda pushes it down sometimes and "tides himself over" with just like little kisses and touches here and there until he decides it's a good time for more

Finds a lot of comfort in little domestic moments and routines, loves sharing caf with you or making dinner with you and stuff like that, just finds it very soothing and it’s one of the best ways for him to get comfort without having to be obvious about it

Very needy after he's been away from you for a long time and the first thing he does is pull you into a tight hug, pressing his face into your neck and taking deep breaths like it's the first time he's breathed properly in weeks

Wolffe:

Never fucking asks for affection in a normal way, will like complain that you're in the way just to have a reason to pull you closer to him, or will grumble about being tired or sore to give you an excuse to fuss over him

Biggest tell is when he stops trying so hard to keep his guard up, if he's letting himself be tired or quiet or needy without immediately covering it with a sharp remark you know something's up

It relaxes him the absolute most when you rub his shoulders or work the tension out of his neck so if he starts complaining that he’s stiff you know exactly what he wants. He carries all his stress in his shoulders/neck and the second your hands are there he's completely melting

Fox:

Gets bossy. Keeps telling you to kiss him, complains that you're not holding him tight enough, nudges his head into your hand to make you play with his hair

Always touch-starved somehow, even if you've been cuddling him all night he still acts like it's been fucking months since he last saw you. Whenever he's alone with you he's SO clingy and he doesn't bother being subtle about it. Doesn’t ask, he’s just there telling you to touch him

Craves reassurance from you really badly and fishes for it by complaining. He'll launch into a rant about something or another at work and it's just because he wants you to pull him close and kiss his forehead and tell him you're proud of him

Gregor:

Generally has no issue asking for affection tbh. You're getting pulled in for random kisses all the time or having him come up behind you and wind his arms around your waist while pressing his face into your neck and mumbling that you smell good or he’s been missing you

Exaggerates his need for attention because it's easier than admitting he actually needs reassurance/comfort

Lovessss praise and genuinely feels most loved when you notice/remember little things about him or things he does for you and praise him for them. Likes feeling like you value him for the less obvious parts of who he is

Mayday:

Pretty stoic about his own needs but very soft when it comes to you anyway. Barely admits when he's tired or hurting or needy and prefers to just focus on you. A lot more comfortable with giving affection than receiving it

So he doesn't ask for affection so much as he just tries to give you opportunities to give it like sitting beside you or offering you his hand. If he's feeling very direct he'll pat his lap and offer for you to come sit

Doesn't need a lot of words but small reassurances from you go a long way in comforting him

"Want to tell me about it?" He was no stranger to navigating Crosshair's anger. Especially now, after two years of them living on Pabu, two years into recovering mentally and physically from their experiences with the Republic and the Empire, two years of healing the bonds between one another. Wrecker knew that it was always a cover for something more nuanced. So, he was quiet and let Crosshair percolate with his thoughts before he spoke about what was bothering him. After a few moments, Crosshair grumbled, resisting the urge to shrug his shoulder free, but the wall he put up cracked just enough.

"It's just..." Crosshair’s hand clenched into a fist at his side. Batcher flopped down on her bed dramatically at being ignored, still holding the tooka gently in her mouth. "It's not just the nightmares..." he mumbled. Wrecker took a half step back, eyes soft and trained on his brother's deep furrowed brow and scowl at opening up like this. But Wrecker was patient.

When Crosshair continued, his voice was barely a whisper, "Sometimes when I wake up I'm still stuck there and...I can't...I can't move..." he trailed off, his mind flitting back to that morning.

He'd woken from the dream, or so he thought. Tantiss' medical droids were still swirling in his periphery, the smell of disinfectant still sharp in his nose. His nervous system immediately reacted, seeking to lash out, to escape, but his body didn't respond- for a horrible moment he thought he might be strapped down again but no, nothing was biting into his skin, he simply couldn't move. He tried to speak, but the words remained on his tongue.

No. He thought bitterly. They're not here. I'm not there.

He kept repeating this in his head, almost like a mantra as the panic coursed through his body. The droid never came close enough to touch him, but still close enough to be a threat. It felt like an eternity until his tunneled vision brightened slightly, the bits and pieces started to fade, and his bedroom in his Pabu home came into the forefront. He could finally feel his limbs thawing, the weight of the blanket on his feet, the rising sun casting speckles on the wall, the sound of seabirds calling in the distance. These things helped ground him enough to remember his training, he slowed his breathing in an attempt to quiet his pounding heart. It worked, but it didn't quiet completely, not until he could feel his toes wiggle.

Wrecker's warm hand gave his shoulder another squeeze, gently bringing Crosshair back to the present moment. Crosshair glanced up at his brother's scarred face, into his concerned, mismatched eyes for a fleeting moment before shaking his head and casting his eyes back downward. Wrecker was always a good listener despite his boisterous demeanor. He never tried to talk Crosshair out of how he was feeling, or suggest solutions unless asked. He was content to be an ear to bend and a shoulder to lean on.

And Crosshair would rather be slowly digested by that massive tentacled sea creature in the bay than have all of his family members concern be directed towards him. Hunter watched and hovered too much and it only frustrated Crosshair more. Tech would listen and be sure to provide the most annoyingly practical solution. Echo was his first choice to go to about this specific issue, but he was away again and difficult to get a hold of these days. Omega, his heart softened a little thinking of her. She would drag him to the cliffs and insist they meditate, look at him with those kind, concerned eyes. His eyes.

No. Absolutely not. Wrecker was his best option at not driving Crosshair back into himself. And he was so tired, so the wall came down a bit further. He looked up quickly again to make sure Wrecker was still listening. He always was.

"And they're...often," The sniper's lips pressed into a thin line. "Almost every morning this past week," Crosshair continued. "And sometimes in the middle of the night, which are the worst," he spat out so quickly it took Wrecker a second to process what he said.

"This happened last year around this time too," Wrecker thought out loud. Crosshair cringed at the realization he'd already known, but grunted in affirmation. He had learned that sometimes this is how it goes, especially around dates with any significance, and they returned from Tantiss for the last time on this day two years ago.

Wrecker looked thoughtful for a moment before his face brightened at a sudden idea. He strode around the room and started gathering the cushions and pillows, tossing them into a pile in front of the couch.

"What are you doing?" Crosshair drawled wearily, his eyes following Wreckers movements. He was already regretting his decision to speak more freely about this.

"I'm getting comfy," Wrecker said plainly as he settled down amidst the pile of pillows, leaning back against the couch. Batcher took this as an invitation to dig out her own spot at Wrecker's side, Lula in tow, settling down with it under her chin. "See?" he said, his tone light. "Let's camp out here!" He said spreading his arms wide before returning his hands to the back of his head. "You know like back on Kamino in the training storage room whenever Tech would snore too loud?" He grinned at the memory. "Hunter would always find us and act all annoyed but he just always wanted to know where we were...and get away from Tech's snoring,"

"Still does," Crosshair snorted, one corner of his mouth curling up slightly. Admiration for his brothers pulled him out of his resolute melancholy a little more. He settled down on the other side of Batcher, resting his arm over her back like he'd done a thousand times before. The hound grumbled at him when he lifted her chin gently to retrieve Lula.

"No." Crosshair said firmly. Batcher's eyes still followed the doll but she settled back down. He held Lula before him, taking in the tattered fabric, the stains, the patches added to mend rips and burns. One of her ears was almost completely gone.

"This thing is...disgusting," Crosshair scoffed quietly, it was almost a chuckle.

"Yeah, it is," Wrecker laughed heartily. "But she's been with us the whole time. Look..." he said pointing at the burn across the doll's back. "That's from when those clanker disrupters I made for your fire puncher went off in the barracks, remember?" He smiled widely remembering how angry Tech was at them for setting his bed on fire, while he was still in it. And Wrecker's, but that was nothing new back then. He continued regaling Crosshair with anecdotes about how the blemishes were made over the years.

Wrecker suddenly yawned, stretching and settling further into the nest, "Alright if I sleep here tonight," he said drowsily, more a statement than a question, his eyes still bright. Stars, he was a terrible liar, but Crosshair appreciated his attempts to not wound his pride. To give Crosshair the choice for his company without having to ask for it.

He was working on it.

"I suppose," he drawled. It was already late when his brother came by to check on him— and it's not like Wrecker would be easily moved at this point anyway. 

Crosshair, resigned but thankful for the company, studied the tooka for a while longer. The knot in his chest loosened slightly at the reminder of the joyful and chaotic moments they've shared. Bright moments poking through the darkness like the stars studding the night sky. Instead of tucking the doll under his arm or clutching it to his chest, he stuffed it behind his head before settling back onto its familiar softness.

Crosshair folded his arms over his chest, closing his eyes and tuning in on the sounds of the insects chirping softly outside, the distant waves were harder to hear now that the tide had retreated, but still added to the calmness that now descended upon the island. Batcher grumbled in contentment, and soon Crosshair's breathing matched Wrecker's, lulling him into a more peaceful sleep than he'd had all week.

The next morning when Crosshair opened his eyes, the frightening things he may have dreamt about didn't follow him. They stayed where they belonged, far out of his periphery. The bright orange morning creeping over the horizon chased away some of the shadows from his mind. Not all of course, but, some. Wrecker and Batcher were still right beside him, both very real and sleeping soundly. He wiggled his toes experimentally. Pleased when the joints flexed on his command. He could move and get up if he wanted, but it was still far too early to rise and start the day. Instead, Crosshair did something he hasn't done in weeks- he went back to sleep.