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Bad Batch-focused, often/occasionally 18+/NSFW! Fadingghost63 on AO3
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Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

Read previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l Ch. 5 l Ch. 6 l Ch. 7 l Ch. 8 l Ch. 9 l Ch. 10 l Ch. 11 l Ch. 12 l Ch. 13 l Ch. 14 l Ch. 15 l Ch. 16 l Ch. 17 l Ch. 18 l Ch. 19 l Ch. 20 l Ch. 21 l Ch. 22 l Ch. 23 l Ch. 24 l Ch. 25 l Ch. 26 l Ch. 27 l Ch. 28 l Ch. 29

Chapter 30 summary: The purpose of the Empire's new drug is revealed as the Partisans and clones make plans. Crosshair gets to know Brith and Dara better.

Extra content warnings for this chapter: Reference to genocide; smoking of space marijuana; non-explicit reference to size kink

Omega wrinkled her nose, looking back and forth between Crosshair and Dara, unsure what had changed.

For the last several rotations, her grumpiest brother had had a marked improvement in disposition. When he had first returned to them months ago, after finally deserting the Empire, it had taken some time for him—for all of them, really—to adjust. He and Hunter had clashed more often than not, especially at first, and most days he was gloomy and miserable (even more so than he used to be, according to her other brothers). And although things had gotten steadily better, and Omega could tell that he was trying, Crosshair was still prone to a certain amount of brooding and bad moods.

But lately, his usual barbs had taken on a decidedly less vicious tone. He hadn’t picked a single fight—with Hunter or the regs—since they’d been back on base after Xagalus. And while he was still spending plenty of time away from them, now, when he turned back up, he was at least more likely to haunt the common areas, quietly keeping the rest of them company.

She’d even caught him smiling a little to himself while he prepared the caf the other morning. It was weird.

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dregsofpabu

Kitchens & Pantries & Cooking, Oh My!: Wrecker and Omega get a cooking lesson, sort of

In honor of Valentine's Day I wrote this fluffy story about Wrecker and Omega shenanigans while settling into their new home on Pabu because to me, today is about all types of love, not just romantic.

Summary:

Retired on Pabu, Wrecker learns about a new type of food fight that’s even more fun than a mess hall food fight.

Or

Omega commits crimes against pasta and the kitchen fights back.

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eobe

Happy Valentine's Day to you all 🥰✨ARC trooper Echo CT-1409 is CT-1402 today and he's coming for you 😽 Get SHOT! 😎💘

Big shout-out to @lonewolflupe's wholesome Valentine's event 💘 Spread love, send messages, melt and drown in sugar, because you're the most loving and supportive community I've never dared to dream of 🥰

A close up, why it’s Echo, the targets and the inevitable ramble below the cut… 🏹

I love him

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This is the closest thing to a comic you get atm. The original sketch was done in early October last year, but I’ve only just committed to finishing it. Granted, it did involve drawing 22 figures, 21 of which are in armour.

I’m back with my Domino and Chance AU art, really focusing on my AU that only appeals to me. Any excuse to draw them in their armour. Anyway… Art close ups without text under the cut

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wolviecat

After all that happened, after all the pain and fear and with the Empire still ruling over the Galaxy, Crosshair needed his space. But it didn't mean he wasn't waiting every week for the boat to show up.

No matter what, they were his family.

For @tbb-appreciation-week Pabu's festival of love

I can so see Crosshair living alone in the middle of the ocean lol. So adorable!

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eclec-tech

Pairing: Crosshair x OC Luvari Tulren, GAR psychologist Ship Name: Crossvari

Crosshair divider by @stars-n-spice

“Would you ever want another kid?”

Luvari looked up from the article she was reading to send her husband a questioning look. “I have one little boy attached to my chest, and we just got the other one to bed after getting noodles out of both of his ears. Are you seriously asking me NOW if I want another one?”

Crosshair shrugged. “Asking when you’re exhausted and stressed will give me the most honest answer.”

“Hmm.” Luvari ran the backs of her fingers over the tiny blue cheek at her breast. “Good point. You don’t think two is enough?”

“Two is perfect.” He glanced over at the toddler resting angelically in the small bed in the corner of their bedroom, and his voice went soft. “Forget I mentioned it.”

Luvari stared at Crosshair’s face. Her uncanny ability to read facial expressions and body language got a genuine workout when it came to him, but there was something in the ever-so-slight way his eyebrows were raised that told her that forgetting he mentioned it would be a mistake. “Cross?”

Crosshair sighed, his voice shrinking to a whisper. “I missed all of it, Vari.”

“What do you mean?”

He crossed the room to sit beside her and their newborn son on the bed and cupped his hand around the little mass of silver curls. “I was only here for the last few days of your pregnancy with Genet. We adopted Bilyk. I didn’t get to do what husbands are supposed to do.”

“You did exactly what other husbands do. That’s how we ended up with Genet,” Luvari teased.

“That’s not what I meant,” Crosshair returned with a smirk. “I wasn’t here to help you. I didn’t get to watch your belly grow or be here when you felt the first kick.”

“We were on the run,” she reminded him gently. “Considering how enormous the galaxy is, it’s incredible that you made it back in time to welcome the little sniper at all. We were lucky.”

“You’re not wrong, but it still bothers me that I missed so much.”

“It wasn’t all magical firsts. You also missed the vomiting and non-stop complaining.”

Crosshair huffed a small laugh. “It would have been worth it. For me. Clones weren’t meant to have families. This…” He gestured between the two of them and at their two little sons. “This wasn’t supposed to happen for us. You can’t blame me for wanting more of it now that I have it.”

Luvari could see the regret and vulnerability in her husband’s face. “Are you saying you want us to have another baby so you can be part of the pregnancy?” she asked slowly.

There was a twinkle in Crosshair’s eyes as they met his wife’s. “Not only for that reason and not right away, but I haven’t ruled out the possibility. What about you?”

Luvari smiled softly. “I might be persuaded to try for a third—after these two are ‘fresher trained.”

Crosshair glanced at the pile of unused nappies in reserve off to the side and chuckled softly. “Obviously.”

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