#HunterCross

[mamuzzy]

Alright so @hurryupmerlin and I did a little challenge as in drawing something with a deadline due monday to boost our motivation soooo... here you go! A couple-meme for my favorite dorks, Hunter and Crosshair. (Reference under the cut)

[morethansky]

i keep what i can of you

Star Wars: The Bad Batch Crosshair/Hunter 25,000 words [x]

By Amphitrite / morethansky

Rating: Teen

Bad Batch Bingo square: Stolen Moments

Content warnings: Brief mention of blood and head injury (chapter 1)

Crosshair was standing so close, and his scent pervaded Hunter’s senses, blaster oil and brine, plus a hint of something sweet that was all his own. Hunter resisted the urge to turn around and press his nose to Crosshair’s collarbone to soak it up all the better.

Biting the inside of his cheek in recrimination, he watched as Crosshair parted his hair and began snipping the ends. His hands were sure despite his inexperience, and Hunter found the sight of his waves wound around the same fingers that were usually at the trigger of a Firepuncher utterly entrancing.

Crosshair convinces Hunter to grow his hair out and becomes the only person he trusts to cut it. As the war rages on around them, the private ritual brings them both considerable comfort.

But when Order 66 comes through, they go from standing resolutely with each other to being on opposing sides of the conflict.

Years later, after the Batch joins forces with the fledgling resistance to break Crosshair out of captivity, he and Hunter begin to pick up the pieces of their shattered bond. After everything, can they salvage what they once were to each other? Or has the Empire robbed them of that, too?

[x]

[manybcdthings]

outside city hall

hunter and isra @ofwrxth

Why Bruce trusted him with this sort of job was beyond him. Hunter having to tune into political broadcasts to ensure Isra kept their names out of her mouth was easy enough, until he had to actually sit through the speeches and wonder what half of the damn words even meant. But, he was good with his fists and he was good at scaring people. This part of the job was no problem to him. He guessed feeling other people's fear was some sort of high, or the sensation of power could go to his head quicker than any shot of whiskey. Already annoyed at having to listen to a speech he didn't understand, Hunter intercepted Isra quickly on her way to the car. He appeared from behind with his arm cloaking around her chest to hold her against him as his other hand pushed his pistol into the small of her back. The movement was so fluid and fast that it was natural, second nature. Absolutely no skin off his nose. It was secretive enough for them to appear as two loves sharing an intimate embrace. "I feel like going for a drive how about you?" he said closely to her ear, gripping her even tighter to restrict her breathing. "Get your keys from your purse." he then ordered, his voice calm and low in comparison to the grasp he had on her and the gun he had no issue using. "Don't worry about your phone." he then said, dipping his hand from around her and into the purse to grab it. He threw it to the ground nonchalantly, and he guessed Isra wouldn't care much about replacing it either. The gun pressed to her dug in harsher into her back to nudge her towards the car, Hunter moving with her as they were joined by his grip. "Don't do anything stupid, Isra."

[wilddwcrds]

BAR + HUNTER

the two beers are placed in front of the cross cousins, and logan slowly leans forward to peer into his before leaning back in his seat again. a sweeping glance taken around the bar, where the peacefulness seems more like eeriness as far as he's concerned. he gives hunter a quick look, fighting the twitch of his lips from turning into a full smirk. "still think something's fucky? think there's wolfsbane in the water and the beer?" he teases at his cousin's expense, taking a swig of his drink and then dramatically making a choked noise as soon as he swallows. "ah fuck, hunt! you were right! wo-wolfsbane-in the-" his laugh breaks the act, logan returning to an aloof demeanor in the very next second. "think the spidey senses are getting fucky the older you get." @manybcdthings

[swtrashbin]

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[iheartgracie]

brithunter quotes part 2

“He reached out and pinched her toe. She squeaked but didn’t emerge from beneath the pillow.

Hunter kicked back the covers on the couch and climbed onto the foot of the bed, crawling up until he was lying alongside her.

He pulled at the pillow. She held fast.

“All right, then,” he said in a reasonable tone.

He reached down and tickled the side of her waist, where he knew for a fact she was brutally ticklish.

She gave a laughing shriek, and he was ready, tugging the pillow away the second her grip loosened.

Brit instantly grabbed the pillow back, but instead of re-covering her face, she thwacked him with it. “Out of line. Way out of line.”

“Desperate times,” he said, pulling one of her extra pillows under his head and lying down to face her.”

“he smiled when he heard her laugh in delight.”

“Keeping one arm wrapped fully around her, he tugged the glove of his free hand off with his teeth and tucked it under his arm.

This time, when he touched her face, it wasn’t with a gloved finger, and it wasn’t her nose.

Instead, Hunter brushed a finger along her lower lip and she froze, seeming to hold her breath.

“You’re flushed,” he said quietly. “You look beautiful.”

“Even more alarming, it had been…nice. She’d liked Hunter touching her. She’d liked the way he looked at her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not packing my boxes anytime soon,” he said with a small smile, his attention back on the TV. ��So don’t throw the celebratory he’s gone party just yet.”

“Shoot,” she said, tossing her phone onto the bed. “I’ve already gotten the he’s finally gone posters printed and everything.”

“Do I have to?”

“Unless you want to fail my class. Then I’d have to tell your parents that you’re flunking out of seduction school. It’ll be uncomfortable for all of us.”

She laughed at the appalling thought of her best friend telling her conservative parents that she’d failed a seduction class. Then she obeyed and closed her eyes. “Okay. Ready.”

He chuckled. “Really? Because you look braced for something painful. Relax.”

“Well, I can’t!” she said with another laugh. “You try closing your eyes not knowing what’s going to happen; tell me if you relax.”

“Brit.”

She took a breath, exhaled, trying to calm herself. “Fine. Go.”

“Go, she says. So romantic,” he muttered.”

“For a moment, neither of them moved, and Brit felt the hesitation in him, even as she felt the longing that matched her own.

This. This was yearning. This was wanting….”

“I care about you too damn much to lose my best friend. But damn it, Brit, I want you. I’ve been wanting you. And I think you want me too.”

“She paused in the process of wiping her face with her towel. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Because I adore you. I adore this.”

“Hunter took a bite of egg roll, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Why are you staring at me?”

“You watch me sleep,” she retorted, not bothering to deny it. “I think we’re even.”

“Brit wanted Hunter in the all-consuming, falling-for-him kind of way. She wanted to come home to him every day, to hold his hand, to kiss him whenever she wanted. To sleep with him, yes, but also to wake up beside him.”

“What question?” Damn, this cocktail was growing on him. He might need another.

Taylor touched his elbow, gentler that he would have expected. “Do you love her?”

Hunter looked at her in exasperated irritation. “Of course I love her.”

“His hands caught her face, cupping it as he tilted it up to him. “I can’t do long distance because I can’t bear to go hours without seeing you, much less days. Weeks. Months. I can’t do it, Brit. I need you too damn much. As my friend. As my lover. As my everything. Which is why I need to ask, and like I said, I have no right…”

He closed his eyes and then opened them, and she saw they were damp. “Come with me. Please come with me.”

“He looked back. “This is a plane ticket.”

She smiled. “It is.”

“Your name. Tomorrow. Kansas City.”

“Your exact same flight,” she said quietly. “Nick did some spying.”

Hunter took a step back, giving his head a shake, and then he looked around her apartment at the suitcases. “You’re serious.”

“You need me,” she said simply. “You may not know it, but you need your best friend right now, and despite what I said the other night, that’s me. It’ll always be me, Hunter.”

“Boyfriend?” she asked, not daring to hope.

“I’d like that a hell of a lot more than just friends,” he said, his gaze locking on hers.

“Me too,” she whispered.”

“For a moment they just smiled at each other, their smiles getting wider and wider until they turned into big goofy grins.”

“Then Hunter’s entire face softened with tenderness. “God, I love you.”

“I know. I love you too,” she said, wiping away happy tears.

“No,” he said, coming toward her and grabbing her hands. “No, I mean I’m in love with you, Brit. Hopelessly, until the end of time.”

“What do you think?” Hunter asked as he snagged another glass of champagne off a passing tray. “Our wedding’s going to be this great, right?”

Brit gave him an exasperated look. “You can’t propose at someone else’s wedding. It’s bad form.”

He glanced down and smiled before brushing a kiss over her lips. “Have I not proposed yet?”

“Nope. And I want fancy. Public. A spectacle.”

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[morethansky]

hold you by the edges

Star Wars: The Bad Batch Crosshair/Mayday, Crosshair/Hunter 7,000 words [x]

By Amphitrite / morethansky 

Rating: Explicit

Bad Batch Bingo square: Morning After

Content warnings: Hypothermia, Non-Traditional A/B/O (with no mention of pregnancy), Dubious Consent, Knotting, Choking, Masochism (fairly mild), Omega!Crosshair, Alpha!Mayday, Alpha!Hunter

Midnight was fast approaching.

Crosshair looked out into the bleak snowdrift and tried to suppress his rising panic. The temperature, already far below freezing, had continued dropping. In his arms, Mayday felt heavier and heavier, and they were still eight klicks from the outpost. On a normal day, that distance would have been easily accomplished by either of them, but their current circumstances were anything but normal.

Crosshair’s teeth chattered uncontrollably as the harsh, merciless wind buffeted them. The snow before them was at least half a meter deep, and with each step he took, it became harder to drag his other leg forward. Having lost his bucket in the avalanche, he couldn’t see through the blizzard, so he had no idea if they were moving in the right direction.

And most alarming of all, Mayday was dying.

With Mayday’s dire condition continuing to deteriorate and his own terribly timed heat fast approaching, Crosshair comes up with a desperate idea during their treacherous journey through Barton IV’s unforgiving tundra: If he mates with Mayday, he might be able to prolong his life just long enough to get him back to the outpost for the medical attention he so urgently needs.

But what Crosshair neglects to take into account is that being with a new alpha might bring back the memories he’s kept carefully locked away while serving the Empire—of the other alpha who already claimed him years ago.

[x]

[morethansky]

By Amphitrite / morethansky

Pairing: Crosshair/Hunter Word count: 7,500 Content warnings: Canon-typical violence

After nearly two decades in the fight against the Empire, Hunter and Crosshair brace themselves to see the Bad Batch through the end of another war. But when a high-priority mission to learn more about the rumored Imperial superweapon goes awry, Hunter is captured by the ISB.

With the Alliance stretched too thin to spare the resources needed to rescue him, Crosshair must go against High Command’s orders and lead his old squad to save his partner.

Much has changed over the years, including the Bad Batch’s now staunch loyalty to the Rebellion. But nothing could ever change their allegiance to one another, above all.

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[whoisxilu]

[iheartgracie]

brithunter quotes part 1

“Taylor was pretty sure that she and Hunter Cross were sharing the spot of BFF in Brit’s life, but at least the Oxford hottie was worthy company.

Why Hunter and Brit didn’t just hook up already was a mystery to Taylor, but Brit swore up and down that he was just a friend, and Taylor let it be. And though Taylor thought they were perfect for each other, she spared her friend the whole you’re secretly in love with him lecture.”

“No wonder you adore him,” Taylor said to Brit as she brought her friends up to speed on all this.

Brit rolled her eyes as she always did. “I don’t adore him. We just . . . get along.”

“No, I get along with Hunter. You guys click.”

“You know that if you go to the gym every day you don’t have to take the stairs, right?”

“Well, since you don’t go to the gym every day, consider this your cardio,”

“You don’t treat your dates like this, do you?”

“Definitely not.”

“Oh, that’s right. Because you try to get rid of them before they have to do the StairMaster portion of the evening.”

He reached out and pinched her side. Brit gasped and whipped her head around. “You did not just pinch my muffin top.”

“Your what?”

“You know full well what a muffin top is, and you know you just pinched it.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Shut up, Hunter.”

“You’re you. We’re us. I trust you in a way I don’t trust anyone else.”

“Her thoughts scattered when she felt Hunter’s hand rest lightly on the small of her back. A fleeting touch, probably more instinctive than anything, but she felt the contact tingle all the way up her spine.”

“Hunter ordered a dozen for the two of them, along with a bottle of champagne. He didn’t ask if she liked champagne. That, he already knew, courtesy of years of friendship and many New Year’s Eves spent together.”

“She’d met his family a couple of times when she’d gone to Missouri to be his date to various weddings.”

“I’m glad that it’s me instead of someone else.”

“I wouldn’t have asked anyone else,”

“When he looked at her, she felt it. When he listened to her talk, she felt like the most important person in the room—in the world. ”

“But neither have there been that many I’ve invited back to my place after the first date.”

“Guess I’m special.”

Brit laughed. “Guess you invited yourself and got into the cab with me.”

“You were perfect,” he interrupted.

Brit’s breath caught. “What?”

He glanced down at his feet briefly, then back up at her. “Your report card. A. Five stars. Whatever.”

“Oh, come on,” she said with a laugh, regaining her footing. “I didn’t ask you to help me with this to stroke my ego. You can give it to me straight. Did I talk too much, or not enough, or—”

Hunter laid a single finger across her mouth, stopping her words. “No. Perfect.”

“Quit trying so damn hard to be everyone’s best friend. Just be you.”

“Says my actual best friend.”

She smiled. He smiled back.”

“My boss scheduled an eight-thirty meeting tomorrow.”

“He sounds like a real a-hole.”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll make sure we have donuts.”

Hunter said nothing, and she gave him a look. “You are getting donuts delivered, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “I guess I am now.”

“A moment where he’d nearly forgotten that it was Brit who was standing before him, that it was his best friend whose face he was touching, whose lips he’d wanted to taste so badly he thought he’d die from it.”

“She handed the glass back to him. As he took it, their fingers brushed, as they had a million times in the past.

Unlike those times, he felt it.

She did too. Brit gave a quick intake of breath and glanced up at him before hurriedly looking away.”

“Yeah, but that was before.

Before I took you on a date and had such a good time I forgot it wasn’t real. Before I taught you a little too well how to make a man want to kiss you…”

“Brit turned toward him, catching his eye and giving a wide smile.

Hunter’s chest tightened, and for an awful moment he wondered if it wasn’t his dick that was going to cause him the real trouble.

What if it was his heart?”

“At the last minute he turned back and kissed her cheek, startling her with the unexpectedness of it. “See you in a bit.”

Hunter disappeared into the cab with his family, and Brit waved until the cab disappeared from view a few seconds later.

The tingle from the kiss on her cheek?

Lasted much longer than that.”