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Crosshair first approaches any conversations with you as he would with anyone; a lot of snark, glares and insults. The first time you meet him, you will walk away from that interaction and think he hates you but the more often you see him talk to others, you realise that's just his default.

You spend your time as friends mostly sitting next to each other with each of you doing their own thing for hours but it might morph into casually having one point of contact all the time. But this casual blurring of lines that Crosshair learned define a "normal friendship" makes him very nervous.

At his core, the sarcasm basically just a defense mechanism to avoid showing any weakness ever and it only intensifies once he realises that he started to develop feelings for you. Like, he will realise that you're on his mind a lot more often and there's this kind of tension in his chest every time he thinks of you.

But this is Crosshair we're talking about so he suppresses it for as long as possible. He's aware of general feelings of attraction since he did have a few one night stands but he was never really interested in anything long term before so he doesn't really know how to deal with these feelings and that stupid smiles that forces itself onto his face when he thinks of you.

Because of that, he might also avoid you for a while but it somehow only makes the feeling worse, especially when he catches a glimpse of your disappointed face when he turns away from you again.

So, he goes back to talking to you and the two of you actually become something like friends. Crosshair's comments don't necessarily die down but a few grow soft around the edges and are not as mean anymore. Mostly, he starts directing a lot of comments at others, whispering to you about someone he saw and coming up with various jokes that make you laugh because he realises that it is a nice feeling to bring you joy.

Unfortunately, he then gets scared that he'll disappoint you and can't keep up with always making you happy. This man really is drowning in self-consciousness every other minute.

At some point, you're probably have to be the one to ask if he wants to try a relationship and his immediate reaction is to bolt from any commitment because he's scared of messing up but he likes you enough that he agrees to try.

But being in a relationship with Cross isn't always easy. It's a lot of ups and downs because he is not the greatest at communicating and shuts you out constantly when he is insecure (again).

With time (and outside help, please get him a therapist) he will get emotionally vulnerable every once in a while. Only when it's just the two of you cuddled up together (but he won't meet your eyes during the conversation) and he is not available for any questions about it but it's a start.

Also, lots of reassuring him from your side. Not always verbal, he just needs to be shown that you won't leave him and he loves when you bring back little things you bought for him, maybe some clothes he'd been eyeing for weeks or his favourite sweet treat.

Cross isn't letting you do all the work in the relationship though because he doesn't want to lose you and he understands that it's a two-way thing. Verbal or physical reassurance is not always his thing though. He might hug you or let you lean on him as he runs a hand through your hair but he mainly tries to do things for you and let him carry some of the burden, no matter what it is.

But yeah not much changes with how you spend your time as friends or as lovers, mainly just next to each other engaged in your own hobbies. However, Cross is an amazing listener and will always ask you how your day was and about the things you're currently interested in, ready for a long rant.

Cross is also a clean freak so he will either continuously remind you to clean or do it himself when you're too slow for his liking while glaring at you. His intent isn't really to be mean but he much prefers a clean home and he will make that known. He will also insist on there being a right way to clean so you better do it his way lol.

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In the bedroom, Crosshair mainly prefers to be the more submissive part but he doesn't mind being more dominant if that's the mood you're in. On both ends of the spectrum, he's a brat though.

Like, if he's the more dominant one, he is teasing and edging you until you're begging him. All he does then is to smirk against your skin and to tease even further. He really doesn't know when to stop and likes to "test you" (in his words). He'll only stop after tears are already running down your face and you're shaking. Afterwards, he'll make fun (without any real heat behind his words) of you while kissing you and cleaning you up. His hand will turn much gentler and he lets you cling to him while doing so (and he had everything prepared right next to the bed already).

If it's you who's in control, you really have to show him his place because he will not comply with anything you tell him at first. But if you starts praising him and calling him a good boy, he will melt and quiet down, even tearing up slightly but hiding his face in the pillows. All Cross really wants to do in life is to do something right and good and if you tell him exactly that and he doesn't have to worry about anything else, it really gets him to relax. After this, he needs a moment to himself though because it left him a bit too vulnerable for his liking.

And please let this man use his mouth on you in every way possible. He has a severe oral fixation and he loves eating you out and tasting you in general, seeing him cause a blissed out expression on your face with just his mouth.

Cross is also capable of being quite kinky but he's perfectly fine with being entirely vanilla. The most important thing is that it's with you and that both of you are comfortable.

The Bad Batch

Hunter

I think Hunter might be too sensitive for any piercings but he might get a Daith piercing and hope it helps with his migraines (even if Tech tells him it doesn't work).

Tech

I could see him getting Snake Bites to fiddle with if he's tinkering since he seems like someone who'd bite his lips anyway. Also, a lobe and helix piercing with one of those earrings that connects those two for no reason other than I like Tech in them.

Wrecker

Wrecker might be a bit squeamish with needles and pain but I could see him wanting to get multiple on his face. He does get a septum at least.

Crosshair

This man has an oral fixation, he gets a tongue piercing and plays around with it so much. I feel like nipple piercings is something he'd have for a while but take out when he gets older.

Echo

His body had enough and needles aren't his favourite thing anymore. He might get one to take his body back in a way (maybe a nose rings) but nothing else.

Commanders

Wolffe

He gets an eyebrow piercing on his non-scared side. I have no reason for that, I just feel like it.

Fox

He'd get a Daith against migraines as well and in the process just gets as many other ear piercings as possible. I can definitely see him with an industrial one too.

Cody

I don't really see him getting any piercings at all. Like, he likes the look of them just not on himself, at most he just gets his lobes pierced.

501st

Rex

He has small stud earrings and any other ones he's too anxious to get cuz he's worried about messing up the care.

Fives

He has his nipples pierced and maybe even other places hidden on his body though he doesn't feel like someone to have very visible ones.

Jesse

Any facial piercings would interfere with the vibe of his tattoo and his body is his temple. I feel like he'd get his lobe pierced and a helix all on one side.

Kix

He knows the most about which ones are the most dangerous but he still wants to look cool and for them to preferably to not interfere with his work and for them to be easily removable. So probably ones that are mostly ear piercings.

Hardcase

He has so many but they have to fit his tattoos and the lines on his armour. I could see him having a bridge piercing, a surface one, a horizontal eyebrow piercing, maybe even collarbone piercings and many more.

Dogma

"Piercings go against regulations!" But once he's convinced it's okay, he might get a tongue piercing that's easy enough to hide.

Tup

He'd look very pretty with dangly earrings if he lets his hair down. I won't elaborate.

Misc.

Howzer

Hunter

You would think that Hunter was at least moderately clean with how flowy his hair looked. Unfortunately, it turned out that those had to be mostly genetic when you walked into the fresher after Hunter used it and found a bottle of some oil that Tech had used on the ship recently and accidentally left there.

Hunter had not questioned it and just used whatever was there without making sure it was shampoo and well, it didn't smell particularly great. Also, Hunter was notorious for clogging the drain with his hair, no matter how many times you, Crosshair and Echo complained, he was not changing.

And once you told Hunter about the oil he was using, he actually started using something else and it smelled better. For a moment, you thought he was getting better but then you saw that he used the same thing as a shaving cream. It was some weird 12-in-1 product that made you lose hope.

And after a talk about what he used that product for, you found out that he really only washed his hair and took care of it but he just… found water enough for the rest of his body, which explained a lot.

At least he himself now didn't smell too bad but there was one other aspect that you really fought for, for the sake of your nose; his bandana. The man refused to ever even take it off and it smelled horrible, not to mention the inside of his helmet that had a similar odour.

Tech

Tech doesn't necessarily mind you joining them visibly, at least not like Cross might at first. He still finds it hard to adjust though, especially since they had all these plans and very specific ways that they work together and you weren't part of that calculation.

But if you sit down with him for like, one night and go over plans and help to update them, it will be a bit easier for him.

Your problem though is how incredibly messy he is. The first time you entered the Marauder, you tripped over some exposed wire and almost stepped on one of his projects. It was generally a hazard for all ankles to walk through the ship or the barracks when Tech was given some time to tinker.

And with all the time he spent fixated on projects, he also often forgot to shower or take care of himself in general. On top of that, he doesn't have a sleep schedule so you're often woken up by him at odd hours too.

It's just really not easy to get used to him and he also doesn't really care about being a bit gross. Echo already tried before you so you just have to get used to it.

Wrecker

He's very welcoming once you join the team and has no problems immediately going for hugs and everything. He's very extroverted but can accept if you need some time alone so it's quite easy to get along with him.

Unfortunately, Wrecker always leaves food lying around, hiding it in nooks just in case they run out of rations on a mission but unfortunately it happens that some of it turns moldy and you can only find it once it reeks in the ship. You can't really fault him for it when there really just never is enough for him but he does try to get better when it's the third time you get sick from the smell.

Also, the amount of explosives he leaves lying around is not something you are really fond of, especially paired with Tech's reckless flying. And he's not the greatest at regularly showering, paired with his constant working out it, this man can be quite stinky too and he just doesn't notice the smell anymore.

Once he realises it bothers you, he does try and put effort into it but he's not the best at remembering to shower but it's the thought that counts.

Crosshair

At first, Cross would not like someone new joining them. He's always sceptical when it comes to strangers and you are not different/special.

So expect a lot of snarky comments and insults coming your way. But once you show how effective you can be on the battlefield and that you won't hesitate to protect him and his brothers, he'll loosen up and will start to lessen the sharpness of his sarcasm.

Crosshair is also one of two that you don't need to shame for his cleaning habits. He's tidy, precise, and cleans up after himself to the point that you'd never know if he had ever been there.

Unfortunately, he's also very petty and will never clean anyone else's mess. Like, if he's eating with Wrecker, Cross will only clean up any crumbs after himself and very meticulously avoid anything that didn't come from him.

He will still complain about the mess though and he's happy that you are much tidier than the rest, teasing the rest about that fact. But careful, cuz this man will also complain about the way you clean because he thinks his way is much better.

Also in the fresher, he takes up like most of the cupboard space for all his products because he needs his hair to be perfect so you might have to argue with him about making some space for your things.

Echo

Echo is no stranger to new people joining a team and he will make sure everyone is comfortable. Plus, he knows what it's like to join the batch and that it's not necessarily the easiest task with how special and closed off they are.

He is the easiest to get along in terms of cleanliness too. He often scolds the batch for leaving a mess around the Marauder and makes sure they shower at least once a week. He tells you a few horror stories too about what it used to look like when he first joined them and it's safe to say that it made you gag.

Echo also has to generally take care of himself due to all his prostethics and all that, even if he doesn't particularly like it but at least it made not stink.

Hunter

Hunter big fuck-up was his protective and almost possessive behaviour. It started rather tame and at first you felt safe and a bit flattered whenever he put a hand on your lower back. But with time, it morphed into him being way too overprotective.

It was asking about your whereabouts at first, then who you were with, then what you were wearing. All under the guise of protecting you but it felt suffocating. You had no freedom anymore.

One day, when you were about to go hangout with a few of your friends and Hunter commented on your revealing outfit being a playground for creeps, you exploded. You were an adult and your own person, you knew well enough how to stay safe and you wouldn't even be alone.

You told him you'd give him one last chance and then slammed the door shut.

Hunter sat alone for a long time, realising that his behaviour had escalated much more than he realised. He wanted to just keep you safe but maybe that was what would cause him to lose you.

So, he made a plan, calling up various people before you returned. The next day, he apologized profusely, explaining himself and wanting to make it up to you. Hunter told you to wear whatever you were most confident in and to be ready in a few hours.

You were sceptical, looking at him with your arms crossed but you decided to give him a chance, picking out one of the most daring outfits you had left (Hunter had gotten you to put many others away).

Hunter had to bite his tongue once he saw you but he realised how much he had missed seeing you this confident in your skin and how you were almost shining. Holding his hand out for you to take if you wanted, he told you that he was taking you shopping for whatever clothes you wanted, to make up for all the ones he had created bad associations with.

You smiled, pulling him into various stores as he only held bag after bag, paying for whatever your heart desired. Once, he couldn't hold himself back and as you showed off one of the outfits , he dropped the bags and crowded you back into the dressing room, pulling the curtain close behind him as he crashed his mouth onto yours.

You giggled against him as his hands ran over your body, pulling back only to mutter "Ah, so you were the one who can't hold himself back all this time."

"Maybe," Hunter rasped as he tilted your head and pulled you back in for another kiss.

After you were finally done, he pulled out two tickets and at your confused face he explained; He had pulled a few string and got tickets to one of your favourite events.

"Two?"

"So you can take a friend with you if you want," Hunter nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Or me," he muttered under his breath.

You laughed a little bit decided to go with him, to see if he would be just as overprotective and surprisingly he held himself back.

Afterwards, back in your bedroom, Hunter would want you right in that outfit. Like, preferably you sitting on his face, smothering him as he uses his mouth to kiss and lick along every piece of skin he can reach.

Really it's all about your pleasure that night as he eats you out as an apology.

Tech

You and Tech had always had ups and downs in your relationship as you learned to navigate each others needs and boundaries. Tech hadn't been overall fond of physical touch at first, which you respected and you wanted to spend time with him without his datapad, for which he specifically made time.

And then there were your bedroom activities. It was one of the places where Tech was the most adventurous. He loved testing any ideas the two of you came up with and to document your reactions and he absolutely adored seeing the face you made whenever he nipped at that spot behind your ear where you were the most sensitive.

But with time, Tech started to prioritise his projects again, brushing you off whenever you wanted to spend some time with him and if you did get intimate, he made it all about his experiments.

You felt used, to be honest, as if your body was just another experiment for him.

And you told him exactly that. Over and over again. But Tech seemed too focused on his project, humming in reply but never changing his ways.

Until you stopped talking one day, not telling him about your day or asking him about his project. Then you stopped showing up entirely, waiting until Tech would notice.

It took him less time than you expected until he stood in front of your door, face red as if he ran to your place. The weirdest thing though was what he was wearing; he had no datapad in his hand, all those little pockets with his instruments were gone and even the little camera on his goggles had been taken off.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise—" Those were the first words out of his mouth before he went into a very detailed rant on what he did wrong and that he wanted to make it right because you were the most important thing in his life.

"How can I make it better?" Tech asked after he concluded his rant.

"Just… be here. Spend time with me," you replied.

"Nothing easier than that," Tech smiled.

"Hard enough that you didn't do it before," you countered, crossing your arms.

"You're right… I'm sorry," he sighed.

The two of you proceeded to spend so much time together exploring the island and doing other things the entire day without him ever looking at a screen. Basically, he directed all his attention towards you, spoiling you with little treats as you wandered around.

And later that day, when you finally arrived at home, Tech would pull you into your bedroom with one plan in mind. He'd undress you slowly, lying you down onto the soft mattress before kissing along your entire body until he reached that one place that made you gasp and grab his hair.

Tech used every single fact he learned about you in the past few months to maximize your pleasure as he continued to use his mouth in a way that you've never experienced before.

And when you came with his name on your tongue, he kissed you slowly, promising that he was going to change.

Wrecker

Wrecker was an open sunshine and the rock for all his brother and even for you. He was always happy and there for you too but you began noticing that he was changing. He still smiled but it seemed fake when it didn't really reach his eyes from you.

And no matter how many times you tried to talk to him, he turned you away with an, "I'm fine." Basically, he started keeping secrets from you about how hard it was for him to deal with his nightmares and other parts of his trauma.

It got to a point where he was so withdrawn that you couldn't even talk to him anymore without it being blatantly obvious that something was so very wrong.

At some point, you were just furious with him because you overheard him telling his brother that he was supposed to be the strong one and you didn't like that he decided what you can and can't handle. This was supposed to be a partnership and if he couldn't trust you with his feelings, you couldn't force him to open up, but it also could not be a partnership anymore.

Wrecker was visible distraught, he thought he was protecting you but now, it was all falling apart exactly because of that and he didn't know how to fix it.

It took him three days and on the third night, there was a knock at the door.

When you opened it, Wrecker was standing there, and he looked… smaller. Not physically, he still filled the entire doorway, but the way he held himself, shoulders slumped, head bowed, like he was trying to take up less space.

“I’m not fine,” he said before you could speak and his voice cracked. “I haven’t been fine in a long time. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I lied to you.”

You stepped back, letting him in.

He didn’t sit. He paced instead, his big hands moving as he talked, tripping over words like they were physical things he had to drag out of his chest. He told you about the nightmares; the faces of people he’d been forced to hurt, the voices of his brothers, the endless, crushing weight of being the one everyone leaned on when he was barely standing himself.

“I thought if I told you,” he said, finally stopping to look at you, “you’d see me different. You’d see the monster. And I couldn’t— I can’t lose you to that. But I see now that I was losin’ you anyway. By not sayin’ nothin’.”

“I don’t need you to be strong,” you said softly. “I need you to be real. Can you do that?”

He nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I’ll try. I’ll really try.”

You kissed him then, soft and slow. His hands came up to your waist, tentative at first, then firmer, pulling you against him like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I love you so much it scares me.”

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you too. Even the messy parts.”

That night, he showed you just how sorry he was.

It started slow; him undressing you with trembling hands, kissing every inch of skin he revealed like he was relearning you. He was usually so careful, so mindful of his own strength, but tonight there was an edge of desperation underneath his gentleness.

When he laid you back on the bed, he didn’t immediately reach for your pleasure like he usually did. Instead, he hovered over you, his forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“I need you to stop holding back. All of it. The good and the bad. And right now…” you let your hand drift down his chest, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your fingertips. “Right now, I need you to let go.”

His eyes darkened.

Wrecker had always been a giving lover, attentive and eager to please, but this was different. This was him letting you see the raw, hungry thing underneath the sunshine. He was still careful, but there was a weight to his touch now.

He used his mouth first, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body until he reached the apex of your thighs and then he lowered his head.

He worked you with his tongue, learning every sound you made and every twitch of your hips. When you finally came, it was with his name on your lips and tears in your eyes. He crawled up your body then, kissing a trail along your body until he captured your lips.

“I’m gonna be better,” he said against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “I promise. No more secrets. No more ‘I’m fine.’ Just… me. All of me. If you’ll still have me.”

You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, and whispered, “I’ll always have you, Wrecker. Just don’t make me beg for it again.”

He buried his face in your neck, his body shaking with silent sobs, and held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each others arms until you both drifted off. And for the first time in months, he slept through the night without a single nightmare.

Crosshair

Crosshair fucked up, and he knew he fucked up. You told him time and time again to communicate, even showed him easier ways and found someone he could talk to for all his problems. Still, he kept pushing you away, and he didn't need to know you as intimately as he did to know that you were close to leaving him.

"You know what? I'll give you a month. Prove to me that you really want this to work and maybe I'll consider taking you back." With that you turned around and slammed the door shut.

Crosshair was left standing in silence, his heart crumbling inside his chest as he realised the seriousness of it all. The desperate need to run after you and apologise bubbled up but he quickly squished it. You had made it quite clear that you wanted to be left alone until he got better and the least he could do was to finally listen to your pleas.

So over the next few weeks, Crosshair threw himself into all the things you had recommended. He went to therapy, he started taking meds, wrote his feelings down and even picked up one of those crafty hobbies where you had bought all the supplies for him.

And no matter how much he tried to deny it, it was working. Not well and it didn't make him feel like a new person — but he started to see that maybe he had been in the wrong and he was capable of change.

The most gruelling part though was how much he missed you; your touch, your voice, your presence. It was late one night when he sat alone on his bed, your side untouched and still smelling like you, that Crosshair realised how much he was about to lose — actually lose.

So after a month, he stood in front of your door feeling entirely unprepared with a piece of paper clutched in one hand and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in the other.

When the door opened, his breath caught in his chest. You hair was messy, tear tracks staining your cheeks and still you were the most beautiful person he had ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on.

"I… have something for you," Crosshair said after a beat of silence, shoving both things in your direction. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

"I did the things you told me to. Went to therapy and all that…" he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Was that so hard? Did I have to— to almost lose you to—"

"No, you shouldn't have," Crosshair admitted. "I thought… I— I don't deserve you. And I thought I couldn't change. Tech kept saying we are programmed and— I know it's not an excuse but I didn't— I'm sorry. I wrote it all down on paper for you."

You bit your lip as Crosshair tried to explain himself and then opened the letter. Crosshair watched as your eyes flew over the page, narrowing at certain passages and tears gathering in your eyes at other. He had spent about a week writing and re-writing it for hours.

He had wanted to show you his true self, buried behind walls that made it easier to push others away rather than work on himsel. Most importantly, he needed you to understand that he never wanted to hurt you.

When you finished, you stared up at him."Do you mean all of this?" Your tone was sceptical but filled with hope.

"Yes." He did. He really did.

You didn't really like what you did next but seeing Cross in front of you and reading the letter… You really loved him and you really wanted to give him one last chance.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, you pulled him into a desperate kiss. Tears now flowing freely down your cheek. Crosshair placed his hands on your hips, leading you inside your home as you exchanged kisses.

When you entered your bedroom, Crosshair pulled back. He had never really voiced his particular likes before when you were intimate and you had told him that it made you feel insecure when you had to rely on his body langugage that honestly rarely gave anything away.

"I want you to take control. And I want to give you pleasure." The words sounded cheesy in his mind but he didn't know how else to say it clearly.

You smiled, nodding, and the two of you disappeared under the sheets for the rest of the night.

Echo

Echo was a great partner, when he was around; he took care of you and gave you all the love you could ever want. And you knew about his work for the rebellion long before you had been a couple so it wasn't that much of a problem for you.

If he would tell you about his missions. Because usually, Echo just disappeared without a word. For weeks, sometimes even for months. And you always had to worry whether he was actually still alive and if he would return.

You could understand the danger he was in and that he couldn't message you but he could at least prepare you for when he was leaving. You told him all this very plainly and that you couldn't continue this way.

Echo sat with all that information for a while, while you decided to take a walk around the island. He still struggled a lot with his self-worth ever since Skako Minor. At his core, Echo thought you deserved someone better so he buried himself in work, hoping you could realise that and leave him.

Technically, he had achieved his goal, so why did it feel so wrong? He didn't want to lose you, he loved you. And seeing the hurt in your eyes that he directly caused… it felt wrong to just leave now.

So when you came back, he told you that he would take one entire month off, just to spend as much time as possible with you. And he also asked Tech to fabricate a tracker that could not be hacked and that you could access, so you would at least know where he was.

He wanted to try and be better for you, and you loved him for it. You were still a bit sceptical about how it would actually work but you were willing to try too; starting with his self-worth.

That night, as you two were in bed and Echo was buried deep inside of you, you stopped him.

"Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" He immediately asked, ready to pull out.

"No, not at all." You smiled, reaching out to bring his head closer to your lips so you could kiss all along his prostethics and the skin around it. You repeated the same thing with his scomp and any other parts of him you could reach while Echo rocked his hips slowly in time with your kisses.

TBB

Hunter

Introvert: Hunter finds your quiet nature deeply calming. His senses are always on high alert, but you are quiet so you never overwhelm him. He learns to read your micro-expressions and the slightest shifts in your posture. He never pushes for conversation, perfectly content to sit in silence with you. Also, he will make up certain hand-signals with you so you can always tell him quietly that you want to leave.

Intimacy: Hunter handles you backing out of intimacy very well. He understands that not wanting closeness in the sense that he often struggles with it too, though mostly due to his senses. But in his eyes, there really isn't that much of a difference and he happily will do something else with you. And he's also very good at picking up any subtle cues if you're too shy to tell him that you're not really up for anything.

Extrovert: Your energy intrigues and exhausts him. He loves watching you light up a room, effortlessly drawing people in. He'll often stand nearby with a fond but weary smile on his face. He appreciates that you do all the talking for him in group settings. At home, you're a burst of sunshine, chattering about your day while he just... listens, absorbing your warmth.

Intimacy: If you're super excited about it, Hunter is pulled along by your mood but he might stop you a little when it gets too overwhelming for him. He will absolutely pull you into a searing kiss but he will also break it first with a "Slow down, love". He makes it clear that he absolutely adores you but he might need to take breaks in between and be the one who's more in control just to regulate his senses, turning your enthusiasm into something more deliberate.

Wrecker

Introvert: Wrecker is an absolute tornado of love but he is not blind and notices when you're quiet. At first, he might try to get you to open up more or ask if you're okay but once he realises that's just you, he adapts. He'll channel his energy into doing things for you instead, like building a quiet nook just for you to have a space to pull back into and carrying everything for you. And he'll try to use his "inside voice" for you which is still quiet loud but he's trying and that's what matters.

Intimacy: Wrecker is all about respecting boundaries. Yes, he might be sad when you turn him down but he will not blame you for it and instead make sure you're all okay and then gives you some space. And he might not look like it, but he's always super gentle in handling your "too much".

Extrovert: Wrecker absolutely adores that you can match his energy. Like, the two of you are a chaotic, joyful menace to everyone around; You dare him to do things, he throws you over his shoulder, you start the chanting at parties or he lifts you up so you can be the centre of attention. Basically, it's a non-stop feedback loop of laughter, loud voices, and pure, unadulterated fun and your social battery recharges his, and vice-versa.

Intimacy: Lots of laughter mixed with being incredibly physical. You'll share enthusiastic kisses that knock you both over and he loves that you initiate just as much as he does. And there's no quiet romance here, just joyful, passionate noise.

Tech

Introvert: Tech likes having someone next to him while he works without necessarily engaging in a conversation, except for when it comes to him info-dumping on you. And your quietness is something he can predict, something stable, making you a very nice addition to his life that he finds easy to integrate in his day-to-day life.

Intimacy: Tech will initially approach you shying away from intimacy as a "problem" to be solved, but once he understands your boundaries, he files it away and will make sure to check in with you, phrasing it like simple data he is collection so as to not pressure you. Plus, he's not the most physical person anyway so it doesn't feel like anything's missing from his life, he finds it deeply satisfying to exist in the same room.

Extrovert: Tech loves to rant but he realises he loves listening to your stories and just your voice so much more. It reveals so much about who you are as a person and he's taking so many notes and he asks clarifying questions that derail your story into fun discussions. And as much as he's not necessarily fond of a life outside his datapad, he appreciates you pulling him away from the screen and showing him the more beautiful sides of life that he can often miss.

Intimacy: At first, he is the one to shy away from a more physical side of the relationship, often also just because he's too distracted by some of this projects but once he lets himself experience it with you, he's in love with your enthusiasm. It gives him so many opportunities to be experimental, treating intimacy almost like a way to gather more data on how you work and where you're the most sensitive.

Crosshair

Introvert: Cross sees in you and your quietness a kindred spirit. You don't pull him out of his comfort zone and he will not pull you out of yours. The two of you will sit together in silence and it'll be the most intimate thing for him. Cross would never say it but you're the only one who doesn't make his skin crawl

Intimacy: For Crosshair, intimacy is rarely about grand gestures and more about precision so it works well for him. Like, a single, deliberate touch on the wrist or leaning his shoulder against yours. When you pull back though, he understands the need to retreat to your respective corners. Cross will never push you and he can wait, thanks to his patience as a sniper.

Extrovert: He finds you exhausting and fascinating in equal measure. Cross will insult your need for attention ("Do you ever shut up?"), but there's always a hint of a smirk underneath because he finds your enthusiasm kinda adorable. You also make him talk to people and pull him along to events and he will grumble about it but he does like the memories the two of you can make together.

Intimacy: Cross might not show it as openly but he can be just as enthusiastic as you. He will pull you into bruising and desperate kisses whenever he can and he generally just likes to be physically close to you. However, he might be have a push-and-pull thing going on sometimes and you'll have to learn his rhythm so as to not overwhelm him, especially since you'll be the one in control most of the time.

Echo

Introvert:  Echo, having lost so much, treasures the quiet, steady presence of someone who doesn't demand performance. He finds your stillness healing in a way. Like he's used to chaos and noise from the 501st or the batch and he came to appreciate silence. Echo will happily sit with you, maybe reading, while you exist peacefully beside him. He never feels the need to fill the void with words and he protects your quiet fiercely from anyone.

Intimacy: Echo is incredibly perceptive of boundaries because he has so many of his own after getting his prosthetics. And he will ask for consent for every single touch, even a hug. "Is this okay?" is his most-used phrase basically because intimacy is about trust and safety first and foremost for him. If you need to pull away, he simply lets you, no questions asked, and will be there when you're ready to come back.

Extrovert: You remind him of Fives so much that it hurts but in a beautiful, healing way. Like, whenever he sees you laugh and tell stories, it's as if he's back with the 501st and seeing the ghost of Fives. You bring him a lot of joy basically and he loves when you take the lead and that you introduce him to people. You make him feel like a person again and not a broken old trooper.

Intimacy: You reignite his spark. Your enthusiasm is infectious, and Echo finds himself laughing and being more physically assertive than he has in years. He loves pulling you into a kiss after you told a joke, both of you laughing and basically missing each other's lips almost entirely. He'll match your energy with a mischievous glint, using his scomp to lightly tap your hip. With you, he feels alive again.

Commanders

Wolffe

Introvert: Wolffe is always slightly paranoid and vigilant and your quiet, unobtrusive nature is the only thing that doesn't set him on edge. Like, you don't sneak up on him or make sudden loud noises, you just... exist. And as long as you're quiet, Wolffe can trust that everything is okay.

Intimacy: Wolffe isn't really a cuddler. His version of intimacy is usually very intense and brief, like a hard possessive kiss before a mission that leaves you breathless. However, if you pull back and signal that you are not in the mood, Wolffe will pull back too and respect it completely, instead shifting to keep an eye on you from across the room to make sure you're fine but also give you space.

Extrovert: You are a security risk in his eyes; too loud, too noticeable and way too friendly with strangers. He's constantly hissing at you to lower your voice and not trust that person he has a bad feeling about. He is basically your grumpy shadow, convinced you're going to get yourself (and by extension him) killed. But underneath the paranoia, he's drawn to your light. You're the only one who can make him crack a rare, tiny smile.

Intimacy: He loves how enthusiastic you are when it comes to intimacy with him but he has an image to protect so he does try to be grumpy and push you away with a "Not now, I have work to do". But he can't really resist you and he will pull you into his lap the next second and crash his lips against yours, pinching your side when you start laughing.

Fox

Introvert: Fox is running on caf and about three naps per week so your quietness is like a luxury. You don't add to the endless noise of Coruscant and politicians and he loves to come home and collapse next to you and just… decompress. He doesn't even need you to say anything, he just needs you to be there. You're a silent, solid presence that doesn't demand anything from his depleted emotional reserves.

Intimacy: Fox is too tired for grand gestures most of the time, so intimacy for him is when you help him remove his armor without a word, when you hand him a painkiller and a glass of water, and just sit with him in the dark. He understands pulling back because he does it constantly too. Fox will never force closeness and he just needs to know you're there and not going to leave him.

Extrovert: You are simultaneously his biggest headache and his biggest source of joy. Your energy is a lot for him to handle after a long day but you're also the one who pulls him out of a depressive slump. You manage to make him laugh and remind him that a world outside his office exists. Fox will bury his face in his hands and groan, "Not now," while you tell him about your day but he's smiling. You're his annoying, beautiful, life-support system.

Intimacy: You will have to initiate a lot since usually he's too tired but still craves that physical intimacy. He loves when you take charge and absolutley melts in your arms, sometimes even falling asleep because your bright energy is what finally makes him feel safe and relaxed enough to rest.

Cody

Introvert: Cody is a professional and few wasted words himself. He respects your quiet competence because you don't gossip and don't waste your time talking, you jsut act. He finds you incredibly reliable and a calming presence after a day of wrangling generals and troopers. He'll sit with you in comfortable silence, reading reports or cleaning his gear, and it's his favorite part of the day.

Intimacy: Cody is a natural leader in intimacy too and he'll check in often, reading your body language flawlessly. When you need to stop, he's pulling back before you even say anything and he understands needing time for yourself. He'll go back to whatever duties he has while you recharge.

Extrovert: You challenge him, you banter with him and he loves that you can handle yourself in any social situation. You're not another shiny that he has to carefully introduce to the world and instead you embrace it and he loves it. You're like his perfect counterpart and with you he feels more alive.

Rex

At first, it would be a bit difficult for Rex to get used to a more civilian life with you but one thing that almost immediately becomes his favourite is waking up next to you.

He's not really one to sleep in from years of always getting up early so he's usually awake before you and he loves to spend some time just looking at your sleeping form and admire you.

It just makes him happy you kinda as a proof that the war is really over and he won't have to leave you behind again.

Since he's so new to civilian life, the first few months will be dedicated to him figuring out how a civilian lives and that different laws apply to him now ("What do you mean I can't carry my blasters everywhere?")

You'll spend the first few weeks doing a lot of shopping, especially for like, clothes and figuring out his style and he might struggle to part with the comforting heaviness of his armour so maybe you'll find a weighted hoodie and blanket for him.

Also, a lot of exploring in regards to food. He's lived off of rations for so long. Sure, he's tried various foods here and there but it was usually things like chocolate that he ate way too much of and then got a stomach ache, so you'll have to introduce him slowly (and he finds out very quickly that spicy is definitely not for him lol)

I can also see Rex wanting to try and learn how to cook. Like, at first he'll be hovering around you awkwardly in the kitchen, not really knowing what to do but you as teach him, he becomes more confident and brings you breakfast in bed so many times.

Really he just loves showering you with love whenever he can because he never got to during the war and he wants to make up for the lost time. He'll definitely try to find hobbies the two of you can do together too and he loves going on little adventures with you.

Sometimes, the memories of lost brothers follow him though and then he wants nothing more than to curl up with his head on your chest and wrap his arms around you, just to know that you're still here too.

He's generally quite physically affectionate but never in very obvious ways though. Like, he mainly wants hold your hand all the time and he loves when you give him a little peck on the cheeck or when you run your hand over his head.

It wasn't the war, it wasn't the missions or the losses or the endless parade of grey corridors that all looked the same. It was you that was finally going to make him go insane.

Fives had never considered himself a patient man. That was for medics or poor corries stuck on guard duty watching empty corridors for hours on end. He was an ARC trooper; made for action and impulse.

But these last six months had tested every last thread of his self-control.

And you were the reason.

You had joined the forces on the Resolute about six months ago now. A decryption specialist, they'd said. Boring work. Important, sure, but ultimately way too boring in his eyes — until he'd seen you pass by in the mess hall.

And maker, the sight of you.

The first thing he'd noticed was how pretty you were. The kind of pretty that made his chest tight and his mouth dry; Soft curves hidden beneath standard-issue fatigues, hair that you were always tucking behind your ear when you were focused, lips that curved into the most infuriating smile whenever he walked by.

But it wasn't just that. You were funny too, sharp-tongued in a way that kept him on his toes, and smart. So smart it made his head spin sometimes when he watched you frown at a piece of code and then just solve it.

And you flirted with him. Constantly.

Every time he showed up at your workstation with some flimsy excuse, you'd roll your eyes and call him a menace, but you'd always smile. Always lean a little closer. The last time, you'd patted his shoulder as you passed him in the corridor, and your fingers had brushed against his bare forearm where his blacks had ridden up.

The only problem was that you were stationed on the other side of the venator, a place where he had no reason to go to. So he had to make up excuses — to the point that Echo was rolling his eyes every time Fives mentioned he had to go somewhere.

His favourite was to bring you a broken datapad for inspection and as soon as you saw him come towards you in the mess hall, you rolled your eyes as he smiled. You took the datapad from him, checking it over before glaring at him, "Fives, you're an idiot. Did you even try to turn it on?"

"Nope, but you're my saviour as usual. By the way, you look ravishing today."

"Will you shut up? You say that every day," you shook your head at his antics but he could still see a smile poke through under your hair.

"If only there was some other occupation for my lips…" Fives mused and he noticed your gaze drop to his lips with a smirk.

"You're insufferable."

"And yet you continue to voluntarily suffer with me."

"Whatever suits you, big guy," you smiled, handing him the datapad back and your hands brushed slightly. For a second, Fives felt the urge to wrap his hand around yours but he hesitated and you were already getting up then and made to walk past him.

Before you left, you leaned in slightly and whispered, "See you around, darling."

Fives was left frozen in place, watching you go, still not used to you playing with the same cards as him.

And yet, as time passed, nothing had happened.

Nothing.

And it was driving him absolutely fucking insane.

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Until inevitably, something changed and Fives couldn't even understand why.

He had gone through his day as usual, talking to some officers, introducing new recruits to the ship and hanging out with his brothers and now it was time to find you.

And find you he did.

He didn't have to go very far though as when he rounded a corner, he found you standing across from Jesse, smiling up at him with a smile that Fives knew was reserved just for him. Well, you weren't really standing across from him either with how close you two were.

His heart sank.

Fives watched you run a hand over Jesse's armour, tracing the lines of paint and whispering something into his ear as a blush crept up his brother's neck. Then your gaze wandered and you locked eyes over Jesse's shoulder. A smirk graced your features and you pointedly moved your focus back to Jesse's face.

Oh. Oh.

Now he got it.

You little—

Fives huffed, walking towards you. He didn't say a single words as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from his brother and towards the nearest door, ignoring whatever protests and mean words you were throwing at him.

He pressed the control panel, pushing you inside what turned out to be a storage closet. The door hissed shut behind them, plunging the storage closet into near darkness. The only light bled through the slits of the door, just enough for Fives to make out the shape of you.

There was a moment of silence as the two of you stared at each other.

Then Fives lunged forward, crashing his lips against yours. He couldn't help it. Not after six months of teasing and flirting and little touches that never led anywhere.

The moment his lips met yours, every rational thought in his head evaporated.

He had imagined this. Stars, had he imagined this. Late at night in his bunk, hand sliding beneath his blacks, eyes squeezed shut as he pictured what you'd sound like, what you'd feel like, what you'd taste like. But the reality was so much fucking better than anything his mind could conjure.

For one glorious, desperate second, you kissed him back. Your fingers splayed against the chest-plate of his armour, and Fives thought finally—

But then you shoved him.

"What the fuck, Fives?"

He stumbled back, trying to catch his breath, his lips still burning from where they had touched yours. But he caught himself quickly.

"You were all over Jesse. What the fuck were you doing?" he retorted and the storage coset suddenly felt too small — too hot.

You stared at him, eyes wide as if he had gone insane, and maybe he had.

"You started this!" you accused him, pointing a finger at his chest. "And don't tell me otherwise. I saw you flirting with that new guy in the hangar."

Fives opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

Fuck.

One of the new guys, the engineer with the stupidly perfect jawline who had asked Fives about something he couldn't remember. Fives had been friendly, maybe he'd even laughed a little too loud at something the guy said.

But that wasn't… that wasn't flirting. Was it?

"I wasn't flirting," he said but it sounded weak to his own ears.

You let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "Oh, really? So you just happened to be standing that close to him for no reason? Touching his arm every five seconds?"

"I was being friendly." Fives dragged a hand through his hair, frustration coiling hot in his chest. "He's new. I was showing him around."

"Right." You crossed your arms tighter, and fuck, you looked good like this, all fire and fury, eyes blazing in the dim light. "And I was just being friendly with Jesse. Since apparently that's what we're calling it now."

"That was different."

"How?"

Fives pressed his lips into a thin line. You were right, there really wasn't that much of a difference and maybe… "Why were you flirting with Jesse?"

You huffed, "Because I was waiting for six months for you to do something."

"You always walked away before I could!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It worked though, right?" You smirked at him because no matter how annoyed the both of you were, you were right. He had not done anything until now.

"Well," Fives started, "I guess you're right then. Now that we got that out of the way, care to continue where we left off?"

"Gladly," you rasped, pulling him in this time until your lips met again. Fives groaned, his hands immediately going to your hips exactly where they belonged in his mind.

Your body hit the wall with a thud and Fives heard a metal clink somewhere but he didn't care. All he cared about was your hands grabbing at his shoulders and the taste of you.

You tasted so much sweeter than he could have ever imagined, and he noticed a hint of caf as he ran the tip of his tongue along your lips. Then he pressed his body closer, wanting to feel the heat of you even through his armour, as you parted your lips and let out a desperately sweet sound he would remember forever.

Fives slid his hands lower, squeezing once as they passed over your ass before settling on the back of your thighs and lifting you effortlessly; he wasn't a soldier for nothing though his codpiece began to feel uncomfortably tight.

Your hands wandered to his hair, pulling at his locks and eliciting a low groan from him as he pressed you even more against the wall.

Finally, you parted, foreheads leaned against each other as you both tried to catch your breath. Fives could feel your hot breath against his face and fuck, he never wanted to let you go. Before he could dive in for another kiss though, you smirked, a gleam appearing in your eyes.

He was about to ask what was on your mind but then your hands left his hair and drifted lower, finding the clasps of his codpiece and letting it clatter to the floor. Fives met your gaze again — that mischievous expression painted all over it that had fallen for months ago — and dove back in for another kiss.

And as he held you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, you began grinding against him. Fives moaned into your mouth at the delicious sensation. He slipped one hand under your shirt, feeling you shiver under his touch as he explored your skin.

Another moan fell from your lips as he continued; cupping your breast and even dipping his fingers below your waistband too, and Fives might have been in heaven.

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"How long until they notice we can hear them." Jesse's voice came muffled through the door and the two of you froze, pulling back fast and resetting your clothes.

"Naw, you made them stop. Told you you're too loud," Kix's voice joined in as Jesse laughed.

You looked at each other, eyes wide as you waited for them to hopefully leave soon. Fortunately, you noticing them had apparently made them lose interest and you could hear footsteps fading soon.

Fives looked back down at you, unsure of what to say now that the moment has been broken but you seemed to have found your bearing a lot faster.

"Come by sector five tonight. I might open the door for a lovely soldier and we can continue." You placed another peck on his cheek before leaving Fives alone in the storage closet.

Fuck yes.

Wolffe

Wolffe's greeting, as he stepped into your apartment, consisted of a distracted kiss to your forehead and lots of grumbling under his breath.

"What's wrong?" You asked as he set his helmet on the coffee table.

"Stupid missions and stupid people," he complained, running a hand through his hair.

"So the usual?"

"Yes." Something you could almost call a pout settled on his lips and you shook your head. This wasn't how you wanted to spend your evening and you know that if nothing changed, he'd continue snarking the entire time he was here.

So, you turned, walking to you 'fresher. You filled the bathtub with warm water, making sure it wouldn't burn him. Once it was full, you walked back into your living room.

"Wolffe. Come on."

He turned his gaze towards where you stood in the door, eyes narrowed. You knew he was debating whether it was worth the effort to get up but after a few moments he sighed and followed you without further complaint, which should have been your first warning that he was more exhausted than he was letting on.

He paused in the doorway of the 'fresher, taking in the steam curling up from the bath, the faint scent of something herbal, the soft light. "You're serious about this."

"Dead serious," you said. "Clothes off. In you get."

He gave you a look — part scepticism, part something softer — but obeyed. Slowly and methodically, he unclasped his armour and removed his bodyglove (with your help). By the time he lowered himself into the water with a long, full-body groan, you could already see the tension starting to crack.

"'m sorry for snapping." He whispered, as the warmth seeped into his skin.

"All good," you smiled.

Sitting down on the edge of the tub you reached out and began kneading his shoulders. Wolffe groaned again, leaning into your touch as you tried to remove any knots in his shoulders.

"Mhh you're such an angel," he muttered as your hands slipped lower, massaging that spot between his shoulder blades that always seemed to bother him the most and could feel him slowly relaxing under your fingers.

Once you deemed him relaxed enough, you grabbed some shampoo and lathered up his hair. Gently, you began massaging his scalp, careful not to pull at his hair that was knotted from being under the helmet so often.

Wolffe closed his eyes, leaning his head against your chest as he groaned again. You wanted to tell him off for getting your clothes wet but he looked so peaceful that you just didn't have the heart to do so.

Then you moved onto the rest of his body, running your hands over every part of him that you could reach while Wolffe kept muttering how amazing you were under his breath.

"I don't deserve you," he broke the silence then with a rare display of vulnerability.

"You do. You're out there, doing so much good. The least I can do is make sure you're comfortable every once in a while."

"Mhhh you're right," he mumbled, pulling back from you to wash the soap off himself.

The height of this man's self-confidence was something you admired but it also regularly pulled a chuckle out of you. "You're an idiot."

"Your idiot," he smirked.

Shaking your head, you stood up to dry your hands off with a towel you had lying nearby but before you could get too far away, Wolffe wrapped his arms around you.

"Wolffe, I swear if you—" Before you could even finish the sentence, he pulled you into the tub with him. Water splashed over the edge and your clothes were soaked through in seconds as you sat on his lap.

You glared at him and punched his shoulder but Wolffe just laughed, placing a kiss on your nose. "You're cute when you're mad."

"And you're unbearable." Now it was your time to grumble.

"You love me anyway."

"Yeah… I do."

Fox

Fox was never not stressed whenever you saw him and even those times were rare. The Chancellor always kept him buried in work and on top of that he'd rather be around his men — especially the shinies — to protect them from the natborns.

However, today was one of those rare days where Thorn and Thire kicked him out of his office since it was a slow day with less work.

That was how he found himself in your apartment again, still insisting on finishing some reports while you tried to take his datapad away from him with no success. The man was hellbent on working himself into the ground but luckily for you, you had just the secret weapon to make him finally take a break.

Fox was currently sitting on your couch, scrolling through some document with one had, when you made your move. You wandered over to him, squeezing in between the datapad and him to settle on his lap.

As if on instinct, his other hand found your hip, steadying you.

"Hey, I need to finish that," he grumbled, trying to look past you.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Mh, nope. I have something better for you," you teased, reaching for a pack hidden in your jacket.

"And what's that exactly?" His eyes finally met yours, leaving that damned datapad, which already counted as a success in your book.

"Put those reports away for the rest of the night and I'll show you on the balcony."

Fox narrowed his eyes, the gears in his head visibly turning as he tried to figure out your plan while you grinned at him. Then he sighed.

"Fine, you win. But if it's not good enough I'm finishing this," he grumbled again and gently pushed you off of his lap.

Already cheering internally, you slid off and made sure he put the device away before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the balcony. There, he plopped down onto an old plastic chair and you landed on his lap again.

"Now what do you have for me," he smiled up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

You finally plucked the little pack from your jacket and Fox's eyes lit up immediately, grabbing at the pack and lighting a cigarette as fast as possible.

It's not that you particularly liked his habit of smoking but with how rarely he got out of his office these days, you thought it wouldn't hurt to indulge him a little bit and his reaction definitely proved how much he loved it.

Fox exhaled, the smoke curling in the air around you and you scrunched your nose at the smell. Fox chuckled, placing a kiss to your nose before he took another drag from the cigarette.

"You spoil me, love," Fox muttered, closing his eyes, and leaning his head back.

"If you're good, I have another thing for you." You smiled, carding your fingers through his hair and massaging his head slightly.

"And what else could you have?"

"Guess."

"Alcohol." Fox exhaled the smoke again.

"Wrong. Thorn and Thire would kill me for that. Something better."

"What's better than alcohol?" He asked and you shook your head. He really was unbearable.

"Well, guess again."

Fox paused, his brows furrowing and you placed a soft kiss right between them. "Wait, no, you didn't." He looked back up again, eyes wide.

"Maybe I did," you grinned.

"You got me hot chocolate?" The pure joy and disbelief in his voice broke your heart a little. Fox rarely had any happiness in his life — dealing with the loss of brothers, the hate of other battalions, and creepy politicians on the daily. But in the end, he had guilty pleasures just like anyone else and you loved to provide him with those things

"Yeah, I did." More precisely, you had spent the better part of the last week tracking down the small company that imported the chocolate that was Fox's favourite.

"Fuck. you're the best," Fox breathed, placing a hand on the back of your head and crashing your lips against his. His lips tasted like smoke and you could feel one of his rare smiles emerging as you kissed him back.

When you parted, you slipped back inside and brought back two cups of hot chocolate. The two of you spent the rest of the night sitting together and after a while you could feel Fox relaxing under you until he finally fell asleep.

You smiled, taking the cup and another cigarette he had lit after the first from his hand — extinguishing it in the ash tray. Grabbing a blanket you had lying nearby, you wrapped it around his shoulders before cuddling back up against him and placing another kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Cody

You could immediately see something wasn't quite right when Cody — one of the most organized and orderly people you knew — was slouching and leaning against the side of your building as you opened the door.

His expression was hidden under his helmet but you could perfectly image the tired smile and dark circles under his eyes as his head tilted to look at you.

"Hey," he muttered, voice strained and tired from shouting order for the past few months since you last saw him. You didn't reply, instead pulling him into your apartment and shutting the door behind you.

There were weak protest coming from him but you ignored it as you led him into the living room and plopped him down onto the couch. The fact he didn't even pull himself together and stayed sprawled out on the cushions told you enough about his state.

"Mhh don't go," Cody mumbled, holding onto your hand as you tried to pull away.

"I'll be back in a second, okay?" You smiled as he finally let go and went over to your windows, closing the shutters and then dimming the light.

Just as you promised, you went back to him and your fingers found the latch at the bottom of his helmet as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. As soon as you pulled his helmet off and placed it next to him, he buried his face in your mid-section, groaning quietly.

Chuckling, you ran your fingers through his hair. It had gotten longer, way past the usual regulation cut he favoured. And letting your fingers travel lower, you brushed over a slight stubble on his jaw — everything so unlike Cody.

You began wondering about the last few months and how hard the campaign must have been on him if the man who prided himself on keeping up with everything, including personal grooming, looked like this.

Another groan from your partner pulled your attention back to him and that was when you got an idea.

"Cody?"

"Mh."

"Come on, let me take care of you for a bit," you said, trying to get him standing again. Cody followed your lead with another groan, more than content to remain sitting but he never could deny you anything.

With slow steps, you made your way to the bathroom. Setting him down on a stool, you made to gather the few tools you needed; hair clippers, shaving cream and a razor.

You weren't an expert at doing this for someone else but you figured it wouldn't be too difficult and so you picked up the hair clipper and started cutting the pieces that had grown too long.

While you were doing the back, Cody had his head pressed against your thigh, forcing you to work upside down but at least he was tired enough to stay still. The front was more difficult, eliciting more protests from the Marshall Commander at being forced to separate.

But he was easily subdued when you placed a kiss to his forehead and then his cheek. Cody quickly turned his head to capture your lips and steal a proper kiss from you, though it was more of a press of chapped lips against yours.

You smiled against him, pulling away again as he wrapped his arms around your legs, looking up at you with tired but soft eyes.

"I love you," Cody whispered.

"I love you too. Now hold still, I need to finish this." You placed another kiss on his nose before clipping the last of his hair and moving onto his stubble. Cody grumbled at the cold of the shaving cream but once you managed to get him clean-shaven again, he was visibly happier, especially after a warm shower to wash any lingering dirt away.

After getting out those soft pyjamas Cody loved and helping him dress, the two of you cuddled up in bed with Cody having his arms wrapped around your middle and his face pressed firmly against your chest as he finally fell asleep.

Mayday

Even after all these years of living far away from Barton IV in a much warmer place, Mayday still hated the cold.

It wasn't a particular obvious hate to others around him but he'd talked about it often enough with you that you saw the subtle signs whenever the colder season came around — and the two of you were already living in a place where you could barely call the cold season winter.

Still, whenever those days came around, you made it a point to take care of him.

And after a day of searching for everything Mayday could love, you were standing at the stove in the kitchen, stirring some soup.

"Mhh what are you making?" Mayday walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose against your neck. It sent a little shiver down your spine at how cold it was.

"Your favourite soup," you replied, taking the pot off of the stove.

"What's the occasion?"

"I just felt like it." Smiling, you turned around in his embrace and placed a small peck on his cheek before disentangling yourself from him and plating the food for the both of you.

The two of you ate and traded stories about your lives while the sun outside slowly began to set. While Mayday began clearing the dishes, you went into the living room to set up a cosy space for the rest of the night.

First, you lit a few scented candles around the room and a nice vanilla scent immediately filled the space. Then you moved onto actually making it comfortable, gathering various fluffy blankets you could find around the house and arranging them in something that almost resembled a nest in the middle of the floor.

It wasn't long then until Mayday joined you, raising a brow at your little nest but settling down with a chuckle as you grabbed his hand.

"What's all this for now?" he asked as he sat cross-legged in front of you.

"Can't I just spend a lovely evening with my partner?" You scooted closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Well of course you can," he mused, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Great. I wanna do your hair." You pulled away from him only to sit behind his back, your legs on either side of him.

"Go ahead, it's all yours," Mayday replied. With his consent, you reached up and began running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Mayday groaned slightly, leaning his head back.

Reaching for a comb then, you began brushing his hair section by section, making sure not to tug too much whenever you encountered knots. Mayday had some of the softest hair you've ever seen and the little curls that had returned after you got him the proper products were the cutest things in your eyes.

After finishing combing his hair, and trading a few soft kisses, you began braiding little sections of his hair and tying them off with a hair ties of various colours.

"Done," you proclaimed after a while and Mayday blinked a few times, having dozed off.

Without a word, he turned around and pulled you against his chest and then lay down with you on top of him.

"You're so warm," he muttered, still sleepy. "And I know exactly what you're trying to do here. But… I can't complain."

"Well, it seems to be working," you replied.

Hunter

Pregnancy:

Completely taken aback when you tell him you're pregnant because he logically knew it was possible and hoped for it but somehow it never really clicked for him just how possible.

He is so very exited to become a dad because the two of you already raised Omega together and now he gets to share a child with you that you get to raise from its very first second of life?

But it wouldn't be Hunter if his anxiety didn't kick in and he'd be thinking a lot about what the right decisions would be on how to raise someone so young and impressionable because Omega already had a pretty set personality. And he'd be so concerned about your health too, like whenever you say that you're feeling slightly unwell, he's calling Tech to look you over even though it's all normal.

This concern would morph into a protectiveness of sorts where he'd rather have you stay in bed all day just to not risk anything and you'd definitely have to spend some time convincing him it's all okay and that some movement is good for you. Once you do, he's still hovering even if he tries not to but it's more so to provide you with lots of comfort.

Despite all of that he's glowing though and really gets into preparing for the baby and will do absolutely anything to make sure things will be perfect. He's doing his best, okay?

Also, he absolutely loves to lie with his head on/near your stomach and listen to the heartbeat of your child and it becomes a sort of comfort for him, knowing that it's still alive and everything is okay.

Adoption:

Hunter is very into the idea of adoption and immediately agrees once you tell him you want to adopt.

He's already raised Omega and you were there to support him so he knows you're a good fit and he's a family man at heart. (plus, if you are biologically able to, you wouldn't have to go trough the pain of a pregnancy). Also, he raised Omega from her teenage years on and he is grateful for the time with her but he would absolutely love to raise a child from a younger age.

Though he's also glad when you adopt a kid that's not an infant and get to skip the skip the phase that would most likely grate on his senses the most.

Once he finds out about all the criteria you two have to meet, he gets worried since he's an expert at worrying about things way before they happen. But if you start the process, it's easier for him since he's better at dealing things that are currently happening

And when he forgets to worry, he's so so excited and can't stop his little smile coming through.

Tech

Pregnancy:

Tech knows you're pregnant before you do but he's still a bit surprised by it and it's only when you start showing signs that it really sets in for him that you created a life together and he's ecstatic.

He is immediately searching up everything one could need for the entire pregnancy and the time after and he's making so many plans (he's lwk anxious about messing up and you getting hurt in some way). You kinda have to slow him down for a bit there and get him to enjoy the present a bit more.

Once he does, he'll catalogue all the little changes you go through and he absolutely loves to see it. He's also super protective and will make sure you do everything to stay healthy, like even if you crave something, he will say no (but if it's not bad for you, he'll fulfil any craving you have)

Adoption:

If you tell him you want to adopt, the first thing Tech does is show you all the information he's already gathered on that because he was thinking about the same thing.

You two can immediately prepare for the process and he's very meticulous about making sure everything will fit the criteria to make the adoption process as smooth and easy as possible for you and the kid.

He's basically just very invested in it though he might struggle with the impending change and all, his initial reaction is joy.

Wrecker

Pregnancy:

So happy when you tell him you're pregnant because that just means he gets a mini-you. Will fulfil all and any pregnancy craving you have with surprising speed too because the most important thing for him now is that you're comfortable.

Generally, your comfort becomes his top priority and he will insist on carrying everything for you and he will sometimes lift your stomach just to take some pressure off of your body for a bit.

He will also constantly talk to your stomach as if the kid was already there.

Adoption:

Incredibly excited. That's all I can say. Like he's so happy once you express the wish to adopt a kid and he's already halfway out the door to get all the things to redesign one of your rooms into a nursery.

Like, he already loved having Omega with them and teaching her various things and now he gets to do that with another kid that you will be able to call your own? Hell yes.

He will also try to ask other about their experiences being parents and how to handle it just so he can be prepared for what's to come but he's not out for perfection.

Basically, it's a catalyst for him to spend even more time with you and creating a new space for a new chapter in your life.

Crosshair

Pregnancy:

He is entirely overwhelmed when you tell him that you're pregnant and doesn't really know what to do.

Like, he'll ask you a couple times if you're sure you want to keep it, not because he doesn't want a kid but because he's incredibly scared of messing it all up.

But once you reassure him, he'll be very happy about it and can't wait for it to be born.

And he'll be so protective the entire time too. This man won't let you out of his sight if he can because he doesn't even trust himself not to hurt you, how can he trust others??

It's not overbearing in the way that he won't let you do anything but he'll always have a hand in your lower back or something and whatever you ask of him he'll do in a second. (And I have no idea how, but this man develops the same pregnancy cravings like you)

Also, so much quiet panicking but he's trying his best to learn and prepare.

Adoption:

When you tell him you want to adopt a kid, Crosshair is very hesitant at first, especially once you show him all the criteria you and your home has to fulfil.

He just doesn't think he's going to be allowed to adopt (or be a good dad) and he's the type to rather avoid something than try and be bad at it and he doesn't want you to get your hopes up if it's not going to work.

But secretly it really ignites the wish in him to adopt and he realises he does actually want to.

Basically, give this man some reassurance and he'll be happy to go through the process with you.

Echo

Pregnancy:

If you tell Echo that you're pregnant, he's a bit shocked at first. Like, he never really imagined he'd be able to have a family one day.

He'll turn super protective because he knows about all the dangers out there and he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

Echo really tries to be there for you during the pregnancy but he's conflicted about settling down because there are still others out there who might need his help but right now, you need his.

And it's pulling him apart because he can't decide between family but you already knew what his life was like before you met him and you didn't plan on trapping him.

If there are enough other clones around you, he might be okay with leaving them to take care of you while he goes on fewer/shorter missions.

Basically, he'll take a small step back from the rebellion and try to be there for you whenever he can but he won't quit it and you'll be left to your own devices every once in a while.

Adoption:

He would be super hesitant about it when you bring it up the first time. He's never really seen himself as a family man/dad.

It's not that he's against it but with his current lifestyle it would be hard to settle down since he doesn't really want to quit the rebellion.

But once you talk about it and make some arrangements, he'd be super invested. It would be a little like Omega for him with you mainly caring for the kid you adopted and Echo would try to visit as often as he could, maybe he'd even step back from the rebellion for a little bit.

Basically, a little conflicted about it all.

Omega

Pregnancy:

If you're pregnant and she notices, be prepared to be asked all about it. Like, every single change and all.

She will also most definitely want to try whatever weird cravings you're having and then pull a face.

But she'll also be so excited and wants to pick out all the colours for the nursery as well as the furniture, clothes, plushies, toys, ….

Adoption:

She is so excited when you tell her that you want to adopt someone and she'd be a bigger sister

Unfortunately, once she finds out how many kids need parents, she wants you to adopt all of them.

But she manages to clam down and will do everything to prepare for a younger sibling, taking meticulous care to be a perfect older sister and plan everything.

Hunter

Hunter is not good at communicating feelings and he's also quite independent so for him to end up in a relationship with you, you must be rather special. (i feel like this man is somewhere on the aromantic spectrum). Like, at first he'll try to tell himself he's not developing feelings but it gets to a point where he can't deny it anymore.

But then the actual confession and getting together is quite smooth and you're quick to settle into a routine together.

It's also very important to him that you get along with his brothers and Omega so one of the first things he does is introduce you to them and see how you vibe. It really lights up his heart then whenever he sees you with them because he has all his favourite people in one spot and it just makes him happy.

Also he's slightly overprotective/overbearing even if he tries his best not to be. Unfortunately, he has anxiety. He just wants you to be safe and would always like you to be in his line of sight at all times even if he knows you're more than capable. Like, if he's somewhere crowded with you, he'll keep a hand on your lower back and if you're out alone, he'd want the occasional update on what you're doing and where you are.

He will also definitely show of his knife skills and if you ask him, he'll teach you a few tricks (with the added bonus of you being better protected).

And if it comes to intimacy… let me tell you that man becomes obsessed. He will want to sneak a kiss whenever it's possible, even if it's just a peck on your forehead or whatever, but he will want to be close to you.

And in bed, anything you ask of him, he'll do. Usually, he prefers to be in control of things, especially because it's easier for him to stop whenever his senses get overwhelmed/overstimulated but he's not against you taking control and directing him. He will definitely turn into a whimpering mess and he lovesss when you play with his hair.

Aftercare is the one thing he struggles with because by then his senses are usually near their limit and he needs some quiet and no touch but he tries to prepare things beforehand so you can stay in bed with him because he still wants you close.

Tech

Once he realises he has feelings for you, it doesn't take long for Tech to confess his feelings because he sees no reason to hide them, especially since he has already recorded multiple signs that you feel the same about him.

He's not very good at actually expressing his feeling and being vocally reassuring though so he expresses his love in small gestures or by building/improving things around your house. Like, if you struggle with a task, he'll come up with a way to make it easier for you even if you never asked for it.

Also absolutely loves ranting to you about any interest he's currently invested in and wants to show you what he's working on. He's not self-adsorbed though and also equally adores seeing you light up whenever you talk about one of your interests. He'll even take little notes and will look it up if it's not something he's heard of before.

He's also already mapped out what makes you annoyed, angry, sad and so on, even if he doesn't always understand the reason behind it, but he has catalogued what usually helps you and has it ready.

You two will also argue a lot but usually it's good-natured and more so a discussion than anything with a mean intent.

A problem he has though is the way he gets absorbed in projects and will forget the time so you often have to remind him to take care of himself and to not bring his projects into the bed because you'd like some space please. It lead to more than one actual argument but you can usual work it out with creating a space for Tech to work close to you and having certain places off-limits.

Regarding intimacy, so extremely experimental in bed. Just loves to try different things and how you react to them. Tech also leans more into the soft dom vibe and loves to be the one leading his little experiments with you but is always sure you're the most comfortable you can be.

On the rare times you take control, he's a mess, babbling nonsense because he's just so sensitive. Definitely loves to be told how amazing he is too and will melt if he sees you look down at him.

As for aftercare, it takes a bit for him to get the hang of it fully. He will help you clean and all that but he doesn't fully know how to deal with high emotions after a particular intense night but with time he will definitely learn and anticipate your every need in this part of your relationship too.

Wrecker

Very happy and easy guy to get along with and most of your relationship is very easy breezy. Like, he makes you laugh a lot and tells so many funny stories about his life. Also loves to go on little adventures with you, even if it's just fishing out on the sea for a few hours. And would love to learn proper cooking with you and spend time together creating amazing dishes for you and his family.

Generally also a very touchy guy, loves to just hold hands with you at all times or have physical contact in some way and an amazing cuddler. Also big on you asking him for help with carrying things or reaching for things high up (if you're shorter than him)

Very emotionally intelligent and reassuring if you're struggling too and doesn't try to cheer you up right away but will let you let out your emotions and only cheer you up if you're ready.

What he struggles with most though is being the one who is being taken care of emotionally because usually he was the one his brothers came too for help.

Also I could see him struggling with food at first, specifically hoarding and sometimes going hungry because they barely had enough for him during the war so you'll have to show him that he won't be going hungry. Also, he will always have snacks hidden somewhere and available at all times.

As for intimacy, the guy loves to just make out with you, even if it doesn't go further than that. Just loves being close to you basically and doesn't have many preferences though he loves having you on top of him, no matter who of you is in control.

His stamina is seemingly endless too and he can go many rounds before he's ever tired so whatever plans you have in mind will be achievable in one night. Might be a bit scared to hurt you at first though but is not afraid to be a bit rougher once you show him you're not that fragile.

For aftercare, he will not want to let you go and wants to hold you close, falling asleep arm in arm even if you will complain about waking up sticky the next day.

Crosshair

Being in a relationship with Cross isn't always easy. He's snarky and grumpy most of the time because he hates being vulnerable

But with time he'll start to trust you and that doesn't mean he'll lose his sarcastic side but he will get emotionally vulnerable every once in a while, when it's just the two of you cuddled up together (but he won't meet your eyes during the conversation)

He's also just so incredibly insecure. He doesn't want to hurt you or mess up and he always feels as if he doesn't deserve the nice things in life (you). So you'll have to do a lot of reassuring. Not always verbal, sometimes it's enough if you think of him and bring him his favourite sweets back (he has an insatiable sweet tooth in my mind).

And if you're feeling down, he's not the best at reassuring you verbally but he's there for you if you need a hug or just someone close. He's also big on doing things for you without you having to ask for them. Like, he'll just take care of certain things.

On a regular day, the two of you will also probably spend most of your time next to each other without talking. Like, he might be cleaning his rifle or doing some new hobby he picked up like drawing while you are occupied with your own thing.

Cross is also a clean freak so he will either continuously remind you to clean or do it himself when you're too slow for his liking while glaring at you. His intent isn't really to be mean but he much prefers a clean home and he will make that known.

Now if we're talking intimacy, this man is a brat. Whether he is in a more dominant or submissive mood, he will not do what you ask him to. If he's the one taking control, that man will tease you until you're tearing up. If it's you, you have to put him in his place. Also very big on praise if he's subbing, tell that man he's doing good and he will tear up (which he will deny and he will hide his face too but you saw it).

In general he's more of a sub though and loves listening to you when you're using a more authoritative voice. Also has an oral fixation and he lovesss having your mouth on him or you telling him to use his mouth on you. Generally, mouth stuff gets him going.

He's quite kinky but not against going more slow and vanilla, really just depends on his mood tbh. But always will make sure you're comfortable, no matter how far the two of you go.

Aftercare is a 50/50 with him. He either needs a moment to himself because the intimacy left him a bit too vulnerable for his liking or he will cater to your every need after he left you entirely drained after too much teasing.

Echo

Such a gentleman even before the start of your relationship. Like, he'll help you with household tasks and all without you having to ask. And once you're in a relationship, he will make sure both of you are taking on about equal responsibility and both of you are happy with the amount of work.

Also loves spending a lot of time with you because he knows how short life can be and he has lost so many already, he wants to have the best memories with you. And he just loves casual contact with you, like your knees touching when you're sitting next to each other or you leaning your head on his shoulder while you're both reading something.

Very big on communication too, loves reminding you about how he feels and loves hearing it when you tell him you love him. Just in general a huge fan of being open and not hiding each others feelings.

Sometimes he goes against his own beliefs though and is a bit withdrawn if he has a particular bad day regarding his past. What you can do later that day, when he's gotten a bit better again, is to offer to help him with his prosthetics and any sore spots that definitely accumulate with how much he's wearing them.

(Generally also not the best at taking care of himself because he always thinks he can manage so he's even more grateful when you're there for him)

Echo is a bit more tentative with intimacy at first though. He knows he's good at it and he has more experience than the rest of the batch but that was before the citadel and Skako Minor.

Now he is a bit unsure of how to navigate the entire thing with his new prosthetics because he doesn't want to hurt you and he also wants to make it enjoyable for you. But you can very easily convince him once he sees how much you enjoy being close to him and he goes soft for any praise you mutter even though he's usually the one to top and dom.

Not very experimental (anymore) but loves to indulge you if you have certain fantasies.

Hunter

Hunter is a light sleeper and immediately notices when you crawl out of bed, no matter how quiet you try to be. He watches you as you move through your shared house and gather things he hasn't seen before; a lighter and a folded paper shape all packed into a cloth bundle. But he doesn't intervene, sensing that it must be something important to you yet not urgent as your heart rate stays low.

When he realises you want to leave the house, he stops you gently with an arm around your wrist, asking where you're going.

You hesitate for a second, looking down at his arm and then back at his face. "I light a lantern every year," you explain briefly because you're already running late and Hunter doesn't push.

He never asked about your family before but it's clear as day to him when he sees the way you interact with Omega and how you flinch every time she runs head-on into a battle and he sees a bit of himself in you.

"I'll come with you," he offers and your immediate reaction is 'no'. This was your something personal to you but the more you look at him, the more you realise that maybe you don't want to carry this alone anymore.

The two of you walk hand-in-hand, no words passing between as you lead the way. Once you find the perfect spot, you let go of him and unfold the little bag you packed, your hands going through the familiar motions of checking for tears in the paper as you set everything up.

Hunter sits down on the ground, giving you space as you work.

"My kid," you start, breaking the silence, "They were caught in crossfire. They weren't supposed to even be there but now—" You break off, shaking your head as the memories replay.

"I'm sorry," Hunter says even if he knows it won't change anything. "I don't know what I would do with myself if something happened to Omega. But I'm glad you're in her life. She deserves a father figure."

"Yeah… I don't know what I'm doing either," you confess and it's the most vulnerable Hunter has ever seen you. "And… you're a good father for her, Hunter."

"Thanks… I don't think I could manage without you by my side. Not after everything." Hunter looks down at where you're assembling the lantern.

"How long has it been?" He asks cautiously after you finally light the lantern and it ascends into the dark sky.

"Twelve years now. They would've been nineteen now. Still feels like yesterday." You don't look at him as you say it, your eye follow the light as it grows smaller. I'll love you forever, my little one.

Then finally your eyes drift back to Hunter who's gaze is still turned towards the sky and an idea strikes you as you reach for your bag again and take out another lantern, holding it out for Hunter.

"Why?" He asks but still reaches for it.

"For the one you lost. I know you're thinking about him," you say as you're handing over the lighter too.

"I failed to protect him," Hunter sighs and you place a hand on his shoulder, knowing that grief intimately. "I should've been more insistent on staying on Pabu. We should've never gone to Eriadu. Tech should've—" Hunter broke off as a tear ran down his cheek and you leaned down to kiss his temple.

"You can't blame yourself for that forever. Trust me, it won't make it better. All we can do is cherish the memories we had with them."

Hunter nods and you both watch in silence as the second lantern ascends into the sky, joining yours in the vast sky.

Tech

Tech notices that you're preparing something days before. He sees you checking the weather forecast multiple times and packing a small bundle that you hide under your bed.

He logs it mentally but doesn't ask. It's not something where he needs to intervene right now and if you want to share it with him, you will.

Unfortunately for him, his curiosity is rising and after nothing happens for a few days, he's close to asking you.

When you do get up one night and dress quietly while he's still working on one of his projects, he watches you. You don't ask him to join you and after you leave, he waits a few minutes before following you.

He finds you sitting on a log somewhere remote with a lantern half-unfolded in your lap and once he comes close, you don't look surprised to see him.

"You could've just asked, you know," you say, "Instead of lurking."

"I was conducting an experiment on the behaviour of the animals at night."

"Without your datapad?" You ask and Tech looks down at his hands, realising he left it behind in his haste to follow you.

"Ah."

"Just… sit down, Tech," you point to the log next to you and he sits dutifully, hands folded in his lap as he watches you finish setting up the lantern as if you've done it a hundred times before.

"Every year. Same night, same place," you start and Tech waits for you to continue. "I had a kid. They died. Crossfire during a battle and I— I wasn't fast enough."

Tech's mouth opens. Then closes again. Then opens. "That is—" He stops. "I'm sorry. That must have been terrible."

"It was." You light the lantern and let it go, watching it ascend into the sky. Tech watches it rise with you. Then you reach into your bag and pull out a second one.

"Who's that for?" Tech asks.

"For you… for… whoever you lost."

"Thank you. I have been rather lucky so far. I don't need one but… tell me more about your child. I want to know what they were like."

"Bright," you start and lean your head on his shoulder as you both watch the stars above you. "And kinder than I ever could be."

The two of you sit together for a long time until a shiver runs down your spine and as you walk back together to your house, you realise it wasn't so bad to share this with Tech.

Wrecker

Wrecker is immediately aware that something is off. You're not usually as bright of a person and it's not that you're sad — he's seen you sad — but you're quiet. Like, you're not laughing at his jokes or rolling your eyes when he lifts something that he'll regret later when his joints act up.

He doesn't push though, he knows that sometimes things need to come out on their own and you appreciate his patience.

That night, you planned to go on your own but as you sit and cuddle together on the couch with Wrecker, your eyes fall on a picture frame on the wall. In it were six people; five men and a little girl.

And one of them you've never met; Tech. You've heard a lot about the genius and what he was like but mostly from Omega. The others are always hesitant to talk about him and you can't shake the feeling that they blame themselves for it, especially Wrecker.

It is then that you decided to take Wrecker with you once it was dark outside.

"Where are we going?" He asks as you pull him along.

"I… had a kid," you start.

"What happened to them?" He says even though he has a feeling where this is going.

"I didn't protect them enough. I didn't— I couldn't—" You pause, taking a breath. Even after all these years it's hard for you to talk about. "They got caught in crossfire."

"I'm… sorry. That must be difficult for you."

"You learn to live with it," you reply as you finally arrive in the spot you had in mind. Then, "I light a lantern for them every year. It reminds me of the light they brought into my life."

"That's… beautiful," Wrecker mutters as he watches you set up two lanterns. "What's the other one for?"

"You lost someone too. I thought that maybe…" you go quiet, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious at your assumption that he would want to join in your tradition.

"Oh…Tech." Wrecker looks down at the lantern. "He did love the sky with his stupid maneuvers that always scared me. I think I'd like to light one for him."

You smile slightly, and you offer him the lantern. After lighting them both, you let them go and watch them disappear together in the sky, sitting arm in arm.

Crosshair

Cross has never been one who's good with feelings or confrontation but he is good at noticing when something is off. At first he worries that it was something he did and that you are mad at him but usually you would confront him in those cases.

So he had nothing left but to wait for something to happen.

It happens when he is on one of his late night walks to calm his mind and he finds you in a small clearing, bend over something on the floor. He tries not to intrude but he isn't as sneaky as he once used to be.

"I know you're here, Cross," you say, still assembling the lantern in front of you. "You can stop hiding in the tree line."

He huffs but walks over to you, plopping down on the floor with his arms crossed and a new toothpick between his teeth. "What are you doing?"

"Lighting a lantern."

"I can see that," he grumbles, "Why are you doing that?"

You smile a little at his attitude, it is one of his most endearing traits in your eyes. "I had a kid. This is for them," you explain.

"You're a dad?" Crosshair's tone softens unexpectedly.

"Was, yeah."

"What happened to them?" He asks carefully.

"A battle… They ran out and I was too late too stop them. The crossfire got them." The memories flashed before your eyes and you closed them for a moment. "I light a lantern for them every year now."

"I'm sure they appreciate it," Crosshair remarks as you light the lantern. He reaches out for your hand and laces your fingers together as you watch it rise into the darkness.

Silence settles between you two before Crosshair eyes you suspiciously as you take out another lantern.

"For you. For Tech and Mayday and anyone else you lost." you say but he doesn't take it and you simply place it in front of him. "Suit yourself." You pack up the last of your things and leave him alone in the clearing because you can see the emotions warring in his eyes.

You were proven right once you're almost home and look back towards the forest, seeing another lantern rise from the crowns of the tree and you smile to yourself. Maybe later you two could share more about the people you lost but for now both of you need to stew in the memories by yourself.

Echo

Echo and you both have lost important people in your life but usually you both don't talk about it. You don't want to drown in the sadness.

However, you gave yourself one day to grieve and celebrate the death of your child so all feelings could be let out on one day. It was on that day that Echo found you by accident in a small corner of the island, fiddling with an unlit paper lamp.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asks and you shake your head as he comes closer. "What's this?"

You tell him the whole story of your kid, the battle, how the medics were too late. And you tell him of your tradition. Echo doesn't interrupt, he's experienced enough loss in his life to know not to rush you.

Afterwards, he sits down next to you, offering you a space to lean on him if you need it. You don't. Instead, you hand him a second lantern. "For whoever you lost."

He stares at you for a minute, feelings and memories surfacing that he tried to long to suppress. Then, "Fives," he finally says. The name comes out like broken glass. "And Hevy. And Cutup and Droidbait. And everyone else I lost during the war, especially the ones who died while I wasn't there. The ones who were slaughtered while I was in that kriffing cryo pod."

His voice cracks and you place a hand on his shoulder but you don't say anything because there is nothing to say.

"I miss the person I was before the citadel too," he whispers after a few minutes. "Before the experiments. I miss him even though he's me."

You both light your lanterns together then. Echo's hand shakes and you cover it with yours. You watch them rise together, following them longer than necessary, when they have long disappeared.

Hunter

You knew Hunter as a light sleeper due to his enhanced senses — often dozing in short bursts — so it wasn't unusual for him to be up while you were sleeping and you got used to ignoring the odd sound here and there even if he tried his best to be quiet.

Though one night, he crashed hard after three consecutive missions that left the whole crew exhausted and you should have been relieved he was finally resting but then you heard sounds coming from him that weren't snoring.

"No… no." It started quietly, almost unintelligible, mumbled into the fabric of his pillow.

You stirred, blinking and adjusting to the dim light of the Marauder's night cycle. Letting you gaze travel over to Hunter, you found him with his jaw locked tight and brows furrowed.

"No— please."

Your heart clenched as his breath hitched, stuck deep in a nightmare. Then his voice grew louder.

"I'm sorry." The words began tumbling out of him, cracked and desperate. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm—"

"Hunter." You reached for him, trying to wake him up gently but the moment your fingers touched his shoulder, he jerked awake — hand reaching for the blade hidden under his pillow.

For one terrifying second, you thought he might attack you but then his eyes cleared and all tension dropped from his shoulders. You carefully reached for the hand holding the knife, taking it from him before sitting down and wrapping your arms around him.

You didn't push as he took deep breaths. Hunter was never one to share his doubts easily but whatever he'd seen had rattled him more than usual.

"I couldn't—" His voice broke. "I couldn't get to them. Whatever I tried they— we—"

"It's okay," you whispered, running a hand through his hair as his hands fisted in your shirt and his body shook.

"It all falls apart. I can never— I can't keep all of us alive."

"We're all still here. We'll manage, together, like we always did," you said firmly, though your own eyes burned.

He pressed his face into your neck and you felt the wet heat of tears you knew he'd deny in the morning but right now, here in the dark with you by his side, he could let himself break.

Just this once.

Tech

Tech rarely dreamed.

He considered sleeping a waste of time and only did it to keep his mind and body running. Often times you'd find him passed out somewhere with his datapad in hand, an alarm set for exactly four hours while his body regenerated — so the energy to dream was rarely given.

But the night before a critical mission with an unknown length, Tech decided to sleep early. It was good to see him actually lie down in his cot — his features softening slightly.

Yet, when you woke for your part of night watch, you found him sitting alone in a corner, head in his hands and muttering under his breath. He hadn't noticed you yet but you could clearly hear the scientific mutter falling from his lips; equations, variables, probabilities…

Then his head snapped up, eyes meeting yours across the room.

"Tech?" You said quietly so as to not the disturb the others. "You okay?"

"The probability of mission failure is close to zero — 1.3% to be exact," he explained flatly, "I ran the calculations fourteen times. There is no margin for error I haven't accounted for."

"But?"

His jaw tightened, "But probabilities mean nothing when you miss a variable and I know I missed something. I know I did. I just need to find it."

You never heard him admit to difficulties in his process before. Not like this at least. Not when it concerned you.

"Tech, I'm sure it will be fine. You need sleep. Please." You crouched down in front of him, watching the way his eyes darted around, focused on something invisible to you.

"No. I need to do this."

"Tech—"

"No." He stood suddenly, eyes narrowing. "Do you know what it feels like for everyone to rely on your calculations? Do you know what it feels like to calculate the probability of your bothers' death every day because your mind refuses to stop?"

His hands trembled as he walked past you into the cockpit and you followed quickly before he could lock you out.

"I need to check the estimated perimeter again."

"Tech—"

"I need to." His voice broke as he reached for his datapad and you knew it was a lost battle; you couldn't force him to sleep.

But you could keep him company. And you could double check his work. At least it calmed his mind before the mission.

Wrecker

Wrecker didn't talk about his nightmares, which was strange, because Wrecker talked about everything. He'd ramble about rations, about explosions, about the time he accidentally knocked over a sacred vase on some backwater moon and they'd had to run for three klicks while being chased by angry civilians. Mainly, he filled silences with laughter and stories and warmth.

But he never talked about the dreams, even if they were blatantly obvious.

The nightmare woke you because of the bed shaking. Wrecker was a restless sleeper from the start, but when his mind was plagued, he trashed, the whole bunk rattling. You sat up fast, your heart pounding, and found him curled in on himself as if he was trying to be small.

"…don't—" His voice was thick, but quieter than during the day. "I didn't mean to— I'll be better, I promise. Just don't—"

"Wrecker." You grabbed his shoulder, shaking him. "Wrecker, wake up."

His eyes flew open, wild and wet, and he flinched away from you as if he expected you to hurt him and something in your chest broke at the sight.

"Hey," you said softly, holding your hands up. "It's me. It's okay."

He stared at you for a long moment, chest heaving. Then, in a voice so small it barely sounded like him: "They're gonna send me back."

"Who?"

"The GAR. The others. Hunter." His voice cracked. "I'm too much. I break things. I'm loud and I'm dumb and I can't— I can't do the smart stuff like Tech, I just break things, and one day I'm gonna break something that matters and they're gonna realize they don't need me."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he kept going, words tumbling out like a dam had broken.

"In my dream — the bad one — I crushed Cross. I didn't mean to, I swear! I was just trying to help, and — and I crushed him and he was just—he was just blood and —"

He was crying now, huge shoulders shaking, and you'd never seen Wrecker cry like this. He was a more emotional man, sure, but usually his tears were happy. He was the one who made everyone else feel better, who absorbed sadness and spat out sunshine.

"Can you hear me?" you asked quietly, running a hand over his back and he nodded, sniffling. "You are not too much. You are exactly enough. And if anyone tries to send you back, I will personally destroy the entire system with my bare hands to get you back, understood?"

Wrecker nodded again, a wet, broken laugh escaping him. "That's— that's my thing. Destroying."

"You can teach me and—"

Before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a hug so tight your ribs creaked, but you didn't complain and kept holding him as the shaking subsided.

"Stay?" he whispered as his eyes began drooping again.

"Of course."

Crosshair

Crosshair didn't get nightmares, at least he often tried to convince himself and everyone around him of it. He was better than some stories his mind made up.

Still, you could always tell when he had one whenever you found him sitting by himself, fiddling with his rifle and refusing to trade any words that weren't insults. Usually, you sat next to him on those days, not pressuring him to talk but showing him that he wasn't entirely alone.

But you were never able to catch him during one until one day, where you were working late on some project while Crosshair had nodded off hours ago right next to you, leaned back against the wall, leaving the room in a comfortable silence until—

"—no—"

The single word broke the calm that had settled and you froze.

"…don't—" Crosshair's voice cracked and your chest ached. You never heard Cross sound this desperate for before, this vulnerable, before. "Please— Don't! I'll be— I'll be good, I promise I'll—"

You scooted closer to him, careful not to startle the sniper. In the dim light you could make out his face and it appeared younger somehow; without his usual sneer he looked almost scared.

"Crosshair," you tried, keeping your voice low. "Cross, wake up."

"—left me— they always leave— I knew they would, I knew it—" With his arms crossed over his chest, his fingers dug into his arms.

You touched his cheek gently. "Crosshair. I'm here. Wake up."

His eyes snapped open. For a moment, he didn't recognize you. His pupils were blown wide, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and his whole body was coiled like he expected an attack.

But then he saw you. Really saw you.

And his face crumpled.

You didn't know whether it was the calm of the moment before or years of bottling up his feelings that finally broke him.

You've never seen Crosshair cry before and you weren't even sure he could. But here you were; tears sliding silently down his sharp cheekbones, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping.

"Hey," you whispered, "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here."

"You won't be." His voice was hoarse, "No one stays." Another tear ran down his face.

"I'm not leaving," you tried to reassure him.

"You say that now." Crosshair turned his face away, wiping at his eye with the back of his hand.

"I'll say it tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. As long as you need me to " You cupped his face in both hands, forcing him to meet your eyes.

He stared at you for a long moment, eyes searching for something in your gaze. Then, with a shuddering breath, he turned his face into your palm and closed his eyes.

"Liar," he whispered. But he didn't pull away.

Echo

Echo didn't talk, nor did he scream. Where Crosshair was gruff after a nightmare, Echo internalized everything and went on with his day as if nothing happened.

But sometimes it was more obvious, like after a mission where Echo sustained minor injuries and Tech had to scan him for anything more serious

It was one after one of those instances late at night that you woke to the sound of a door sliding closed and something felt wrong.

You found Echo in the 'fresher.

He was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, staring at his prosthetic like it belonged to someone else. His flesh hand was shaking as he touched the metal joints, the ports in his head, the scars that mapped across what remained of his original skin.

"Echo?"

He didn't look up as you stood in the door but a new tension ran through him. "I could feel them," he started, voice flat and hollow. "In the dream. The table, the needles… I could feel everything."

You lowered yourself to the floor beside him, keeping a small distance between the two of you.

"I don't even really remember it," he continued, still staring at his arm. "But pieces come back sometimes and I still wake up on that table. I still hear them talking about me like I'm not there. Like I'm just— just parts."

"You're not parts."

"I know that." His voice cracked. "I know that. But my body doesn't. My body still thinks it's being taken apart. Every. Single. Night." He finally looked at you, and the grief in his eyes was so deep it stole your breath.

"Do you know what it's like," he whispered, "to survive something and never stop dying from it?"

You didn't have an answer, so you didn't try to give one. Instead, you reached over, slowly, and took his flesh hand in yours. His fingers were cold, trembling, but he didn't pull away.

"I'm here," you said simply.

He swallowed hard. "For now."

"For now," you agreed. Because you couldn't promise forever, not after he had lost so many already. But you could promise this. This moment. This breath. This hand holding his.

After a long time, he leaned his head against your shoulder. "I'm tired," he admitted. "I'm so tired of being haunted."

The Bad Batch

Hunter

He doesn't know how to talk to people, at least he thinks he doesn't. Like, you wouldn't expect it with how he seems to flirt so confidently, with all that smirking and throwing suggestive glances at people.

But actually asking? Yeah that's not his strong suit in his mind. And he's having fun talking to you, so he doesn't want to mess it up by asking you clumsily.

Hunter is unfortunately also someone who hates pondering over things too long; he'd rather get it out of the way before it becomes a bigger problem.

So he'd be all shaking on the inside, fidgeting with his knife beforehand before pulling himself together and asking you out

The whole thing would be flawless and over in a couple minutes as you smile and happily agree to go on a date with him but it still takes a bit for all that energy to leave his system

Wrecker

Wrecker is quick to realise he really likes you and wants to go on a date so you can spend some time alone.

However, he's often been told that he's too much in the past just because he has such a high energy that he brings to the room. So he's very unsure about whether you would want to spend time with him.

He'd ponder a lot over whether to really ask you out and there's many times he starts a sentence with the intention to ask but then cuts himself off, muttering "nothing" after you ask what he said

One day though, the words do finally leave his lips when he's just too excited while being around you and when you say yes, he'd immediately go for a hug, smiling wide, all his worries falling off of him. He'd still be nervous for the actual date but it's better now.

Tech

Tech doesn't ask you on a date in the typical sense (at first). When he notices he likes you, he will want to spend time with you, like a lot.

He'll just ask you if you want to do something and you'll spend a lot of time exploring nature or upgrading parts of the ship, just the two of you.

To the point the others might already be thinking you're dating since Tech rarely likes for anyone to get in the way of his work

but when he realises he likes you more more than a friend, he will do so much research in what the proper next steps should be

And that's where he gets nervous because now he has all this information of how things should be but he can't change himself but what if you don't like it and what—

He gets really quiet basically while he worries. And you notice, so you ask what's wrong. With a bit of prodding, an explanation finally tumbles out of him and along the way he asks you out on a date

You laugh and agree, reassuring him that you don't need the "normal" way and that he's perfectly fine being himself.

Crosshair

Cross might have had experience with some one night stands during the war but dating is something he never imagined himself doing. So he's unsure of how asking you to go on a date with him is supposed to work, which makes him uncomfortably nervous.

And one thing Crosshair hates more than anything is being uncertain, so he avoids those feeling he has for as long as possible, stewing on them until he can't take it anymore.

So he resorts to what he's most comfortable with; sarcasm and snark with a pinch of his demanding attitude.

Like one day, he'll come up to you an go: "Want to go with me and grab dinner?"

If you stutter, surprised by him suddenly being so direct when he was at most dropping cryptic hints before, he'll go: "That was a yes or no. Offer runs out in 10 seconds." (He desperately wants to get this over with ASAP)

He's very surprised but pleased when you actually agree though, he never thought that approach would work and he more so did it so he can move on.

Echo

Echo used to be confident about this before the citadel. He knew he looked good and that he was charismatic, so asking people out was not a problem.

Now he's struggling a bit more with his new prosthetics. Not that he necessarily feels self-conscious about them, but he knows that others might be put off by it.

So he has to be very sure about asking you out. Like, he'll watch for any signs that you reciprocate his feelings and he'd search for excuses to spend time with you so he can analyse your behaviour.

He wouldn't really be devastated if you said no but if he knows you'll agree before he even asks, it calms his mind.

When he's finally (mostly) sure you like him, he'll pull you aside and just ask since he's not as nervous anymore. (Though his still very relieved when you agree and his observations were correct).

Commanders

Wolffe

Wolffe likes to pretend he's the shit (he is) and acts all cocky but deep down he can get lonely.

And he will not be seen as the one with a soft spot, okay?

So he'll wait for you to make the first move because he's not chasing anyone.

But then days pass. And then weeks. And slowly he can feel some nervousness creeping in because what if he misread some signs? And what if you actually have never noticed him that way?

Still, he'll wait another week before finally going up to you and asking but by now he's so wired, you have to ask if he's all okay with the way he clenches his jaw and glares.

That only makes it worse because he needs answers!! And when you finally say yes, he's back to his usual gruff but more relaxed state.

Fox

Fox will never admit to himself that he's nervous about asking you once he notices he likes you.

He'll instead drown himself in more work and caffeine to get it under control like he's done with all his feelings but you won't leave his mind that easily.

It gets to a point where he has so much caffeine that his hands tremble and he can't concentrate at all but he can't have anything impact his work.

He'll sigh and force himself to confront you in his usual gruff way and he'll frame it in a way that's it's just him asking so he can go back to work.

Secretly, he's very excited when you say yes and the nervous energy doesn't really leave him until after the actual date.

Cody

Cody is usually quite confident in everything he does. He knows he's good and he's made for his job. He's also well aware you like him and he likes you.

So what's the problem in asking you out? He doesn't want any of his brothers to know just yet and then tease him (he has an image to uphold).

He'll stress endlessly over wanting to interact with you and getting a chance to ask you but every time you're interrupted by a shiny or some briefing he has to attend.

And he'll be scared that he'll miss his chance before you're either assigned to another post or someone asks you out.

One day he'll have enough and just pull you into a storage closet and ask you for a date, believing fully you already have someone else

Very surprised and relieved to find you don't.

501st

Rex

Rex is a wreck. Like as soon as you catch his attention he will turn into a stuttering mess when talking to you.

It will taper off for a bit though because he isn't a captain for nothing, he can pull himself together. But when you do something that he didn't expect, like smile at him, he's back to stuttering.

It also gets very obvious once he makes his mind up about asking you for a date. Problem is, this guy can't lie if his life depended on it.

And when he tries, he looks very uncomfortable so you confront him and ask if everything is okay with him since he's been acting weird

He'll get super nervous and try to get out of the situation but if you push a little bit, he'll admit he wants to ask you out in one single breath and then immediately locks up and is very ready to bolt.

So you better be fast in agreeing before he'll try to hide for the next week.

Fives

Fives is one confident guy like the rest of Domino Squad (used to be). He'll throw out smirks, he'll flirt a lot with many different people and he'll throw out silly one-liners that make you laugh at how absurd they are.

But he's not careless and he wants you, or the thing he hopes to have with you, to be special.

The next few weeks, half the GAR catches him muttering lines under his breath, trying to find the perfect one that will make you laugh because that's his ultimate goal.

He wants to see you happy but no matter what he thinks off, he can't come up with something he deems worthy.

It's really unusual to see him this stressed and he's close to just giving up when you accidentally run into him and he goes "Well, I was gonna ask you out smoothly, but since you quite literally just fell for me, I'll take it. Tomorrow night?

Jesse

He doesn't realise how important you are too him for a long time

Like, he knows he likes to spend time with you but it's not much different from his friends (he thinks).

Until he sees you getting closer to someone else, like Fives, and he sees you laugh at one of his jokes.

Then it's over for him. He gets jealous so fast.

From then on, he'll try to hover around you, standing just a tiny bit closer, trying to get you to laugh any chance you get and so on.

Basically he wants your attention on him 24/7. He's so focused on that, that asking you out never occurs to him.

Until one day, where he is visible hijacking a conversation you're having with Fives and you go "You know, you could've just asked me if you want a date."

He goes quiet so fast. Then blushes. He forgot that that's a thing.

Jesse: "Uhm… so do you want to go out with me?"

You: "Yes you idiot."

Kix

The first time Kix notices his heart rate picking up when he's around you, he doesn't make the connection right away. He'll put it off as some adrenaline after the battle and some close calls with a few of his brothers.

But it keeps happening and he doesn't like it at all, so he'll start avoiding you for a while.

One day, he catches the hurt look in your eyes when he turns away again and well… he isn't heartless, he can stomach a higher heart rate for you.

But he wants it gone anyways and the only other option is to just ask you out and that drives his pulse even higher.

He'll put it off until one day, you get injured, badly. He's rushing you into the medbay, checking you over and making sure you survive.

It's after you recover enough that he'll finally ask you because he knows how life can be cut short.

He won't be as nervous then anymore but he is still unsure since he gave you the cold shoulder before and maybe you still hold a grudge against him.

You don't, considering he also just saved your life.

Kix will never put something off again like that.

Hardcase

He is and will always be a cheery person at heart, even in the face of a dangerous challenge. And that danger is you saying no to him. Still, he won't back down.

Very cheery while asking but goes quiet when you don't reply right away. It takes a bit for you to catch up with his rambling and to understand he's asking you out right now. But as soon as you reassure him, he's back to his happy self and already talking about plans he has for the date.

Dogma

Dogma stresses only when things don't go as planned, and him wanting to spend time with you ass definitely not planned.

He'll try to bury his feelings very deep down because it's not regulation and he's scared someone will tell on him and he'll be disciplined.

But at some point it gets too much, even for him and he'll have to admit he likes you.

He'll read about what the proper way to ask someone out is and make up and elaborate timeline with replies he expects from you and all

Unfortunately for him, you go off script almost immediately and he proceeds to stumble his way through the entire process of asking you out.

When you still agree, it takes him a second to process because he also didn't expect that but he's very giddy afterwards and he'll recite the entire conversation in his head for weeks.

Tup

Tup notices he likes you once he isn't as nervous to be around you as he is with others. Which in turn makes him even more nervous.

He also really wants to ask you out on a date though but he doesn't want to outright ask.

He plans to write you a little note. Unfortunately, he just can't seem to find the right words to get his feelings across and he spend so many nights scribbling on paper and crumpling it seconds later.

One day, you accidentally find one of these notes and read it right as Tup comes around the corner. He is very horrified and tries to explain himself as he blushes.

You just chucked and interrupt him, telling him that yes, you'd like to go on a date with him.

Misc.

Howzer

He's a bit of a romantic and if he asks for a first date, he wants it to be meaningful. So he tries to wait for the perfect moment to ask.

Like, he won't necessarily be nervous about asking you out but he wants it to be special, so he'll spend hours thinking about a spot you'll like and a moment where you're not going to feel pressured and all of that.

Basically, he'd be really cautious about it all and you can sense the nervous energy coming off of him for a while.

But then, when you're hanging out somewhere quiet but not too isolated, he will ask whether you'd like to go on a proper date with him.

Hunter

The first time you see him again after you joined the Empire, he almost lunges at you and it took him a while to recognize you, even though he knew you were an Imperial now. He'd realise he couldn't sense you the way he used to and it would throw him off. Like, you had the same heartbeat — slightly slower than those of his brothers because you spent so much time meditating — but the rest felt foreign to him and he relies mostly on sound/smell to recognize others since he's lowkey face blind.

He used to know exactly what you smell like but this "new" you smelled much more clean/sterile. And you'd sound different too, especially when you're moving, since you have new armour and it makes a new sound pattern.

If you ever stay with the batch for a bit longer while out on a mission for the Empire, he'd flinch slightly every time he'd see you because of that and it takes him a while to get used to it.

Hunter would also feel guilty that you thought you had to join the Empire to protect them. As the leader, he feels responsible for being unable to hold the squad together and that you had to make such a sacrifice.

If it was your decision, he'd try to respect it but if things ever get a bit too heated, he's getting you out of there, even if you insist it's all good.

Tech

He can understand your motivation to stay with the empire logically, like if you're gathering intel or protecting them, he could see your perspective.

But he will also point out any problems in your decision because he doesn't really want you to leave. It's his way of showing that he cares

And whenever you see him again, he will make sure to inform you whether your sacrifice was worth it, like he'd compare your success to the danger you're putting yourself in.

He'd also make sure you have well encrypted comms and that you are never tracked by the empire so you can contact them safely and not risk your life in ways that would be easily avoided.

Ultimately, he wouldn't stop you, even if he personally thinks its stupid because he too would sacrifice everything for his brothers and for you.

Wrecker

He would not want you to stay with the empire at all. No matter if you say its to protect them, he'd rather have you with them then somewhere all alone.

It's not that he can't understand the value of your work but he'd feel safer if you were close and he could keep safe and protect you if necessary (even though you're more than capable and he knows that).

Wrecker would also be really sad about you leaving and if you see them again, he might have conflicted feelings about you. Like, he wants you back but your decision hurt him since you two were very close. And if you ever leave the Empire, he'd welcome you with open arms but he still wouldn't be as close with you right away, since he's a bit scared that you'll leave again.

With time and you showing that you meant it and stay, he'd warm up to you again. In the end, it would be as if nothing had ever changed between you.

Crosshair

Cross would have very complicated feelings, like with almost everything in his life. He could appreciate you covering for them, similar to what he tried to do by reaching out to the batch while on Tantiss.

But he'd also really hate it.

He knows how strictly everyone is monitored under the Empire and how much suspicion there is. And with your record of working with the batch, there must be a lot of suspicion on you now that they all deserted.

Plus, he also knows exactly how everyone feels about jedi in the Empire and even if you're an inquisitor now, he remembers how he thought about force-sensitives during his time as an Imperial.

And because it's Cross, he'd also argue they don't need your protection. Like, he'd respect your decision but he'd also try to make you see that you're better off leaving (the irony with his own experience isn't lost on him)

Ultimately, he doesn't want you to get hurt or die and he knows the empire doesn't care about you so he really wants you back but he also knows it took him some time before he himself realised how bad staying with the Empire was and that he needed to make his own decision so he won't force you to leave.

Echo

Echo is probably the most understanding of you staying with the Empire if it's for intel. The rebellion already has a lot of people (mostly clones so far) working as spies and risking their lives so you could give them other intel that clones might not have access to.

And as long as you do it for a good cause, he's alright with the fact you're risking your life. His whole life consisted of that and during the war you did the same so it's nothing new that you aren't entirely safe.

That doesn't mean he isn't worried though, he cares about you deeply. He just wouldn't want to talk you out of it. Like, he'd try to check in on you when it's safe for you and if you ever feel the need to get out, he'd be there in a heartbeat, he makes that very clear.

But he'd also show you how important your intel was. Maybe he'd give you updates on how it helped them and and if they were able to sabotage the Empire in some way or where they were still struggling.