Summer of Bad Batch 2024

Lula

THIS WEEK'S ALT PROMPT WAS LULA AND YOU KNOW I LOVE THAT DEAR SWEET LITTLE PLUSHIE SO MUCH 

Anyways, hope you enjoy some fluff and a smidge of angst (it's not a fic from me without those two, amiright? XD)

Alt Prompt: Lula

Enjoy!!

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No one knew who gave her to Wrecker. (Everyone suspected Crosshair, though he's always denied.) She'd showed up on Wrecker's bunk, leaning to the side and ready to cuddle.

Every night, after every test was finished and each meal eaten, Wrecker would climb into bed and cuddle his new plushie.

Lula was as much a member of Clone Force 99 as any of the defective clones were. She was shared with each brother so much that to anyone else, it might seem like a shared plushie.

But she was Wrecker's. Wrecker's to accidentally drop into oil, taking hours to fully clean the stains. (Thank the force that she was mostly made up of black fabric.) Wrecker's to accidentally rip and take to Crosshair to patch up. Wrecker's to cuddle each night, warding away nightmares. Wrecker's to share.

And tonight seemed like a good time to bring out the magical powers of Lula.

Crosshair's sniffling didn't stop.

Wrecker had woken up in the middle of the night. Not uncommon when he could feel the growing pains in his sleep.

He'd waiting several minutes, hoping that those sniffles were maybe just allergies, as unlikely as it was but not impossible. Wrecker's heart tore in two as he heard a small sob, barely concealed behind a handful of his blanket. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Cross." he whispered. Loudly, he will admit. But it did the trick. Watery, reflective eyes glowing in the moonlight stared at him as the sniffles stopped a moment. That was all Wrecker needed to grab the plushie. He tiptoed over Tech's various projects, making Crosshair giggle a little at the way he flapped his arms around trying to stay balanced. He settled on the edge of his only younger brother's bunk. "You wanna talk?"

A quick head shake no.

"You want Lula? She loves cuddling." Crosshair gently took the stuffed tooka and cuddled her into his chest, curling an arm protectively around her. "And you look like you could use a hug." Though Crosshair pretended to despise hugs, he actually didn't mind them so much. As long as the person warned him before. And that was Wrecker's established warning before leaning over and wrapping his arms around his baby brother.

"Love ya, Cross. Sleep good." he said, before he pulled back, stood, and tiptoed back to his bunk. He heard soft laughs paired with the occasional sniffle as he did.

Though Wrecker's night vision wasn't anywhere near Crosshair's level, he was still able to see the way Crosshair's chin rested between Lula's ears. The way he had both arms around her. The way he shifted to blanket to cover both of them.

The way he fell asleep with a smile on his face.