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Hello there! It's time for @swbigbang once again! Here's the art I have made for @iamthegps 's time travel fix-it fic, Back It Up And Do It Again. I want to thank them for their patience, and I want to say I really enjoyed reading their fic and all the feels it gave me! Go read it rn, it's a great time.
Crosshairâs Apology
18+, NSFW themes! Minors DNI
Part 1:
18+, suggestive themes! Minors DNI
A/N: So Iâve been on nothing but a Bad Batch
A/N: So Iâve been on nothing but a Bad Batch binge - I finally got around to watching it a couple months ago and rewatched it the other day! Since then Iâve been (shamefully) reading nothing but Bad Batch/Clone Wars Fics 𫣠Iâm absolutely in love with the community and canât help but kick myself for waiting so long to watch it.
I couldnât help but write something to get it out of my head. Iâve already written part of a Bounty Hunter Reader x TBB and sent it to my friend đ 𫣠This, however⌠I donât think I can send to people IRL lmfao. Iâve also remembered that people can post whatever they want to their own accounts and I thought, âwhy the hell not?â I think the last time I ever posted a fic anywhere was back in the golden days of Wattpad many, many years ago. (Thisâll be the first fic Iâd of ever posted on Tumblr đŤŁ)
Word Count: 3.7k
Content Warnings:
Wrote this on my phone with zero plot about it!! (Copy & pasted directly from Notes so the paragraph spacing might be weird)!
I lowkey just wanted to write a cute dynamic between the boys + reader⌠đŤŁ
Not Proofread, rushed ending!
Readerâs Relationship with Omega is PLATONIC!
Fem!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, POLY!BadBatch (the Reader is in an established relationship with the boys), (I didnât write as much as I wouldâve liked about the pregnancy because I got super embarrassed and self conscious with myself), Suggestive Themes - mentions/thoughts of oral! Mainly fluff, wholesome and domestic dynamics with the Batch + Omega. Spoilers for TBB Ending!
(Set post-TBB ending + Tech is alive for the sake of this fic!)
âWrecker! Can you come and help me out, pleeease~?â
You called out from your bed, snuggling into the covers further. Wrecker had heard your voice from his seat in the dining room amongst his brothers, immediately scraping it backwards and nearly toppling over. He rushed from his unsteady position towards the room, unbeknownst to him that his brothers had followed with the same urgency.
âMeshâla! Are you alright?!â He hurried, skidding into the bedroom and kneeling by the bed, his hand capturing yours as the boys stood by the door.
With a giggle, your other hand came to his cheek, âOf course, my beloved.â He breathed a sigh of relief, as did the rest of them, leaning into your touch while placing a delicate kiss to your wrist. âThen⌠what-uh.. whatâd you need help with, Sarad?â He asked gently, looking into your eyes.
You smiled, eyes flicking to the rest of the batch, knowing that they hoped you couldnât see them - but you had been a member of their squad for too long, been their partner for too long to know exactly when they were looking out for you. It warmed your core as you brought your hand to your enlarged belly underneath the covers, placing a gentle kiss onto Wreckerâs nose.
âCould you get me something sweet? Iâm not sure what weâve got left in the kitchen apart from the fish you and Crosshair had caught.â You hummed, a mischievous grin playing on your face as you heard Crosshair click his tongue. Wrecker laughed loudly, âOf course, Meshâla! But is that all yaâ wanted? I can always get you more than that!â He grinned, not realising Tech had walked into the room to kneel down next to his larger brother, eyes and fingers engrossed in his data pad, âI have to interject, cyarâika. Too many sweet treats may affect you and, or the baby.â
âAwh, donât worry, Tech! I havenât had that many!â
âThis will be your fifth of the day.â
Wrecker laughed at his brotherâs quip, Hunter and Crosshair walking into the room this time, the Sergeant sitting by your feet whilst the Sniper sat behind your back. âAre you surprised? Our Riduur is carrying Wreckerâs baby.â Crosshair said to Tech, earning a playful scoff coming from the largest of the group. Wrecker turned to look at Hunter with you, both of you attempting your best pouts, âPleeease?â You asked sweetly, earning a sigh from the tired leader.
You had always tried to sway Hunter to have him wrapped around your finger, usually it always worked in your favour, but since you fell pregnant heâs been able to put his foot down a lot more than before. âYou heard Tech, Cyarâika. Why donât we get you something different this time?â He offered with a small smile, his hand rubbing up and down your calf over the covers. âWe can comm Echo, he should still be at the market with Omega.â
With a soft hum, your finger patted your chin. You really wanted something sweet but you knew your boys were looking out for you, albeit they might go over the top, but it was all you could ever ask for.
You smiled softly at him, âOkay, Hunter.â You grinned, laughing at the visible tension leaving his shoulders at your agreement.
Crosshairâs bionic hand had slowly made its way to your shoulder - the skinnier brother of the group had always struggled to show his affection for you in front of anyone else, but with recent events, he found himself ignoring any teasing that he thought would come his way. âWhy donât we meet them halfway?â He murmured, âYou havenât had any fresh air today.â He told you simply, raising an eyebrow when you whined, âBut Iâve had the window open all day!â
âAn open window does not give you the same benefits of going outside for a walk, cyare. The benefits that would bode well for you would be the exercise, additionally theââ, âYeah, yeah, Tech, she knows!â Wrecker interrupted with a gentle nudge to his shoulder. Wrecker turned his face back to yours, leaning his cheek on the mattress to brush his nose with yours, âCâmon, Meshâla. Crossâs right, letâs get you outside for a liâl bit.â He spoke with his softer tone that he knew you loved and could never say no to.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to look as though you were physically fighting off your partnerâs cuteness, dramatically letting out an exasperated breath, âFine, I suppose I should.â You sighed, hiding your smile when you could see them relax slightly. âAnd donât worry, Meshâla, Iâll carry you up the hill if your feet get sore!â Wrecker grinned, his hands coming underneath your arms to gently pull you out of bed and to your feet. You hummed in appreciation as his hands drifted to your belly, his eyes softening at the bump beneath your dress.
Crosshair and Hunter stood from the bed while Tech stood from his previously knelt position next to Wrecker, his hand gingerly coming to yours. âIf you require assistance walking down the steeper parts of the way, you may hold onto me. I-If you require.â Tech offered, the rim of his goggles hiding majority of his awkward blush. However, just like how Crosshairâs would, the tips of his ears were brighter than anything and had earned a chuckle from the Sniper, âSmooth, Vod.â
You placed a kiss to the tip of Techâs nose like you had with Wrecker, gently squeezing his hand in appreciation and looking between them, âThank you both, and youâre right Wrecker, I might need a hand coming back up. And Iâll take you up on that offer, Tech.â You smiled kindly, addressing both of their offers before stretching, walking past Hunter and towards the refresher. âBut first, I need to get freshened up, are you okay to wait for me at the door?â You asked, fluttering your eyes at the group, innocently connecting your hands behind your back. With a subtle blush from each of them, they nodded, hastily leaving the room to you for you to get ready.
You were quicker than you were expecting, walking into the dining room to see Hunter on his comm talking to Echo. âYeah, weâll be leaving soon - are you and Omega okay to wait up for us?â You smiled as you heard Omegaâs excited chatter from the small device, grabbing your bag and slipping on your sandals. Wrecker had taken notice of you when you slipped your shoes on, walking over to you and gently taking the bags from your hands, âWrecker, donât be silly - I can carry bags at least.â
âDonât you worry, Meshâla. You leave all the work to us.â He beamed, placing a kiss to your lips with a soft squeeze on your shoulder.
You both walked over to the rest of the batch, Tech walking over to your side while Hunter and Crosshair stood by the door, adjusting their bags and taking one last look around your house to make sure they hadnât forgotten anything. Tech slid his hand into yours, and with a gentle squeeze began walking with you out of the door. âNow, cyare. Is there anything else that is calling to your cravings?â He asked, âApart from anything highly concentrated with sugar for the time being.â
You giggled, looking behind at the group, âThat depends⌠whoâs cooking tonight?â The boys looked amongst one another until Crosshair spoke up with a tone of boredom, âEcho.â
âWait, but isnât itââ
âEcho.â
You laughed at his adamance, âDoes Echo know that? Didnât he cook last night?â
Crosshair shrugged, placing a toothpick between his lips as you all began your descend to the market stalls. âIf he knows whatâs good for him, heâll know itâs his turn to cook.â
Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh, nudging Crosshairâs shoulder, âYou can admit ya like Echoâs cooking yaâ know, Cross!â Hunter gently shook his head as the Sniper grunted in protest. âAs long as weâre not eating rations again, I donât mind cooking.â The leader offered, catching up to you and Tech to talk about what you could eat, or rather, what Tech thought was best for you to eat.
It wasnât long before you reached the bustling stalls of the island, many locals nodding and greeting you all politely, some even asking you how you were getting along. You looked along the crowd, searching for Omega and Echo until you looked up to one of the lamp posts in the distance, âAh, thereâs Omega!â You cheered, pointing and waving at the young girl.
Omega had climbed the foundation of the lamp to get a better look over the crowd, and once she had caught eyes on you with her brothers, she began to wave excitedly, looking down to probably alert Echo. She leapt down and you could only imagine she was running towards you all.
As soon as you saw a flash of her white hair in the crowd you ran ahead of the boys, all of their breaths hitching as they shouted after you to slow down. With an excited giggle you opened your arms for a hug from Omega, spinning her around and squeezed her closer to you. âAhh, I missed you so much Omega!â You chirped, giving her cheek a gentle peck before ruffling her hair affectionately, âHey!â She giggled, swatting your hand away, âYou saw me this morning!â She said to you with a big smile as you sighed, âI know, and Iâve been stuck with your brothers since then!â You joked as they caught up to you both, Wrecker panting with a worried expression. Omega grinned at Wrecker, giggling a little at his concern before giving your belly a cute kiss and gave you another tight squeeze before running over to her brothers, hugging them all the same. Wrecker walked over to you, his expression still one of concern, âMeshâla⌠you scared me, what if you tripped? What.. what if youâd fallenâŚ?â He whispered, his hand coming down to your belly. Your eyebrow raised as you tilted your head, still smiling at him as you didnât want to undermine his concern for you. âOh, love⌠I understand that youâ youâre all concerned for me, but donât forget I was a soldier too. I can handle myself.â You told him, your hand coming to meet his on your bump.
His brows furrowed in thought, knowing that you were more than capable of protecting yourself and his little one - even before the batch had met you, but it didnât mean he didnât worry. The first time you had gotten intimate with the boys they had spent, what felt like, hours kissing the scars youâd received in your battles alongside the 501st. You were more than capable of handling yourself.
And that was exactly what worried them.
Your mind still lingered around the days that you were a field medic, a skilled one at that. You knew your way around a blaster and had certainly gotten familiar with the trigger of one. You could patch up a whole squad alongside Kix whilst fighting off any enemies that came your way, a protectiveness in your eyes, and actions, that Clone Force 99 got to witness firsthand when you were assigned on your first mission with them.
You knew that sometimes they would long for the battlefield, and they knew you longed for it, too. It was in their nature to long for it, they knew nothing else, they were made for it - however you chose to sign up with the republic, you had chosen to train to help the clones and Jedi with their battles across the galaxy.
They thanked the Maker that you were assigned to their squad just that one time.
You never left them.
They saw firsthand how much you cared for them, how you refused to see them as, âexpendableâ. They would shower you with affection alongside your markings, but you would show theirs far more delicate care, âA womanâs touchâŚâ You had told them, disguising your affections with small tales and fibs.
At the time, you hadnât the words to convey to them how much you cared about them, how their mistreatment angered you, despite of all of their successful missions.
But having been with them for as long as you had now, you made it a daily goal to remind each of these boys how much they had meant to you, especially now you were carrying a child within you. Youâd be damned if any of them died on you now.
Wrecker knocked himself back into the present when your hand graced his cheek, âCyare?â Your voice broke through to him.
He managed a breathless chuckle, his small reminisce on the old days had brought a smile to his face, kissing your palm with a fondness he knew youâd pick up on, â⌠I know you can handle yourself⌠thatâs what worries me.â He joked, earning a loud laugh from you, gaining curious glances from the rest of the squad. You hadnât realised that Echo was behind you during Wreckerâs space-out, gently tapping his scomp into your side, âYouâre not running around and causing trouble, are you, Meshâla?â He asked.
Placing a kiss to Wreckerâs cheek, you turned your face over your shoulder to see the ARC trooper grinning at you, dressed in comfortable slacks as his arm wrapped around your waist, his forearm taking some of the weight off of your belly that let you sigh in relief, âThank you, Echo⌠And of course not! Who do you think I am?!â You jested, motioning to yourself as both men stared at you unimpressed.
âOur troublesome medic.â
They answered for you, Wrecker leaning in to your right, and Echo leaning in for your left cheek, leaving their kisses on your soft skin with a shy squeal from you. âHey, we still need to grab some things for our dinner tonight!â You protested, playfully swatting the men away, your arm resting atop your stomach as Wrecker placed his arm around your shoulder affectionately.
âAh, I already grabbed some things, I thought we could have either this for our dinner orââ Echo started, showing you a bag full of goodies you hadnât noticed until now, listing the many dinner options you all could have thanks to the mother-trooper of the group.
Wrecker and you had exchanged a glance before giggling softly, not wanting to make Echo think heâd said something wrong, âWhatâs up with you two?â
âNothing, Echo.â You grinned, holding his hand, âWeâre laughing because on the way here, we were joking about who was going to make the dinner-â
âCrosshair wanted it to be you!â
âBut Hunterâs offered to make it, if you donât want to.â You explained, smiling softly at your massive partner interrupting you from excitement, grinning at Echoâs stunned face.
He glanced at his shopping bag before looking over at the leader of the group, âOi, Hunter,â he called, gaining his attention, âCatch.â He said simply, skilfully throwing the bag in his Vodâs direction and smiling once Hunter had caught it, âFigure out what you can make with that.â He teased, his arm wrapping around your back alongside Wreckerâs, âI havenât been able to spend any time with our lovely Cyarâika since this morning.â Echo explained, staring down at you with an expression full of endearment.
Leaning into the menâs warmth, your little group continued to walk around the stalls, Hunter looking rather pensive as he began to take his duty as cook seriously, looking for herbs and spices to go with whatever he had planned. Omega would chip in with throwing in random ingredients, charming Hunter with her innocent smile as he would look to Tech to fact check what she had thrown in.
Crosshair, trying his best to remain as enigmatic as he could, kept a close eye on what was going to be involved in your dinner, whispering to Tech and double checking if you would be okay eating certain things. The thought behind his actions warmed your heart, but you knew that you wanted to relax - and you wanted the boys to feel the same. âCross, weâre not going to get poisoned any time soon.â You joked, looking at him with a raised brow as your arms were still interlocked with Echo and Wrecker, enjoying the time you were able to spend with them on this walk.
Crosshair scoffed, acting as though he wasnât looking out for you, âWho knows what Hunterâs grabbing? Might make the dinner taste like osik.â He huffed, his ears tinging with a soft blush much like Techâs would. Hunter whipped around to glare at his brother with a growl, deciding against arguing with his youngest in public before rolling his eyes. You giggled, softly sliding out of Echo and Wreckerâs arms with a soft kiss to each of their cheeks, walking over to the leader of the squad, your hand gracing his shoulder comfortingly, âDonât worry, Sergeant. The dinners you make are always lovely,â you complimented, sending a playful glare towards Crosshair.
The meals that Hunter would make would always end up being on the blander side, none of you the heart to break it to him that his portioning of herbs and spices did nothing for your own tastes. He could pick up on the faintest of seasonings and at times heâd forgotten it wasnât the same for you all. It wasnât until Crosshair used it against him in one of their arguments that Hunterâs world dawned on him.
âFor the last time, you need to stop antagonising anyone who comes near us! It nearly cost us missions in the past, and now youâre pissing off the neighbours! Guess who has to apologise, because itâs sure as hell never you?!â
âYeah, well maybe I wouldnât be so pissed off all time if it wasnât for your shit cooking. Your cooking tastes like shit, Hunter. Itâs shit.â
When Crosshair had said to Hunter what youâd all essentially been thinking for months, the Sergeantâs posture stiffened and his cheeks had dusted with embarrassment, the only one able to stick up for him without stuttering being Omega. You all lectured Crosshair until he apologised to the eldest brother in his signature fashion - thankfully now it was a joke that was shared between them both.
Now every time he would create a meal he would ask for someone to be there to taste along the way, knowing that just because his enhanced senses lead him towards picking up on every grain of flavour he would add, he didnât want that to stop everyone else from having a decent meal.
His intentions were met with praise, knowing it wasnât his intention to feed you all the bare minimum, so he would over compensate with portion sizes, you were a massive family as it was, he didnât have to feel like he had to feed you all three times over. Wrecker wouldnât complain, the more he could eat, the happier he was.
Hunter had blushed at your compliment, your use of his rank always making his hairs stand on end, it would always remind him of the intimate moments you would spend with him. Whether it were moments spent with his brothers or just himself, his rank slipping from your lips always excited him in ways he knew he should never have indulged - but with the war for them over, he found himself leaning into his enjoyments a lot more than usual.
But with you all in public, with Omega of all people, he had to bring himself almost to attention, his eyes looking away from yours, â⌠Thank you, CyarâikaâŚâ He mumbled, his blush darkening when you had kissed his cheek, grinning at him with adoration. He smiled at your soft giggle, placing a kiss on your temple before turning back to the stalls, Echo deciding to join him and Tech in looking for ingredients.
Crosshair snuck up behind you, his hand lightly tracing your waist as he looked down at your form, âYou donât need to lie to him.â He joked with a straight face, earning a laugh from you. âYou can always tell me if youâre sad Cross, I know Echoâs not making the dinner tonight but-â
Your arms came around to hold his jaw, loving the feeling of his chuckle against your back, âNever, ramâser.â You smiled, leaning up to place a kiss on his chin.
Your attentions turned towards the group, Wrecker now holding Omega on his shoulder, snacking on some of the crackers Echo had bought before you got here whilst getting scolded that they might fill themselves up.
âYâknow⌠we could sneak back to house without anyone noticing,â Crosshair whispered in your ear, his arms coming underneath your stomach and alleviating some weight, âI could rub your legs⌠your back,â he began to list, lips coming to kiss the shell of your ear. His voice sent tingles through your thighs and to your core, a pleasant shiver rolling down your back, âAnd after Iâve given you a massage I could help you relaxâŚâ he purred, his fingers comfortably rubbing circles along your belly.
You wanted nothing more than to see Crosshair looking up at you from between your legs, to feel his hands over your body once again.
Since becoming pregnant, all your boys made sure to treat you like the most delicate gems, looking out for your every need no matter what the situation. In the fleeting moments of intimacy you shared with them, they were all incredibly gentle and soft, showering you with constant compliments and praises, paying close attention to your changing body - especially Wrecker.
The thoughts enveloped your thinking entirely, biting your lip with a cheeky smirk, looking at Crosshair from your peripheral. âWeâve probably got⌠2 minutes before they realise Iâm missing.â You grinned, the sniper matching your mischievous glint, âWell then we better not waste them.â You covered your mouth when a giggle fell from your lips, Crosshair kissing at your neck as he began to direct you back in the direction of your shared house.
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Thank you for reading!
Sorry for the incredibly rushed ending - like mentioned at the top, this had zero plot when going into it, it was very much writing as the ideas come into fruition đ¤Ł
Iâve never posted a fic to Tumblr before so if you enjoyed, woohoo! đ
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As much as I want to watch the season 3 of Bad Batch premiere with everyone......... it's premiering at the start of my work week, and I'm going to be on shift for the until 24th. And probably won't have time to watch it until I'm off shift. Hopefully, tumblr won't completely bombard me with spoilers.
But even it does..... this is a good segway into a gentle reminder to tag spoilers, please. Especially with this being the last season. I know of a few people who are going to wait until the entire season is released to watch it.