#crosshair x female reader

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Soft!Crosshair and fem!reader please

Maybe with something about his hand tremors?

Why did you wait for me? - Soft!Cross x fem!reader

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Word count: 767

Warnings: none? Lmk if I missed something

A/N: Hey, I really wanna know who these anons are or if they’re the same person so I can thank you for these requests!!!! Sorry if this feels rushed or anything. I will happily rewrite it next week if requested. I’ve been sick since Sunday and I feel like trash :P

Ever since he came back, he’s been… off. His calloused fingers, his eyes, his voice, all once so familiar, now somewhat foreign.

But he’s your Crosshair, he always comes around. You’re his girl. This is no different. Right? And, he always comes back. It’s only been a few hours since the Marauder landed on Padu’s upper level, your home, at the crack of dawn. You were roused by that familiar chime on your comlink.

What the hell, Hunter, you thought when you woke. Couldn’t he wait a few more hours until your alarm went off?

He couldn’t, which you now know.

You met the batch while they were on leave a few years back, fell in love with that tall, lanky sniper of theirs. Once Order 66 happened, Hunter advised you to come with them since Crosshair wasn’t the man you met anymore.

You found Pabu, where you settled down while the boys didn’t. Could you blame them, though?

“Stop staring at me like that, Cross,” you say as you cook him breakfast in your warm kitchen, feeling his gaze dig holes in the back of your head as he sits at the island.

“I’m sorry… I just can’t…” he pauses, swallowing. “I can’t believe you actually waited for me.”

“How could I not? You’re you. No matter what Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum say,” You turn, about to scrape the eggs onto his plate when you see his watery eyes. Those dark irises that usually pierce into people’s souls now desperately gaze into your own.

“I… I did a lot of bad things. Why do you still love me?” He whispers as you slowly put down the pan of eggs. You step around the island to embrace the sniper, his face buried into your sternum.

“Shhh… You didn’t have a choice, back at Tantiss.” His shaky hands lock around the fabric of your shirt. He doesn’t make any sound, just lets the tears stream down his narrow face, catching on his stubble.

“That doesn’t answer my question, love.”

You sigh, cupping his tear stained face in your soft palms. “I loved you during the war, loved you when you left on missions, I loved you when you joined the Empire. This is no different. You’re mine, I’m yours.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly as he gazes up at you, for once.

“How ‘bout we get some food, real food, in you and then we’ll talk?” You softly ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah… Yeah, okay.” He nods and you let him go to slide the eggs onto his plate. Watching him eat, you see the muscles working in his jaw as he chews, his temporalis bulging with each bite.

You haven’t seen him since… Kamino. You begged, pleaded for him to join the batch. You remember how he declined and begged for you to join the Empire, they’ll understand, he said.

He finishes eating and you scoop up his plate, turning away to put it in the sink. When you turn around, he’s gone off to your bedroom. You follow, thinking, I bet he hasn’t slept in a while. I mean, really slept.

He stops in the doorway of your room, turning back to you. He quietly asks, “Can I…”

“You don’t need to ask me for anything. What’s mine is yours.”

You sit against your headboard, his head in your lap. Before, you used to card your hands through his silver curls. Now… You make due with caressing his growing follicles, careful of his lumpy, dented scar.

His hands tremble as they lie against your knee. You tap his fingertip.

“Are you scared?” You ask.

“What? No, why?”

“Your hands.”

“Oh… It just came one day.”

“Tell me… What happened?” You tenderly take his shaking hand in your own and you run your fingers over his too-short nails. Hemlock must’ve had them cut so he wouldn’t claw someone’s eyes out.

Poor Cross… Hemlock’s dying for this.

“You remember the shadows?”

“Mmhmm. The clone assassins.”

“He… Hemlock tried to recondition me into one… I was tested…” He doesn’t have to finish his explanation.

You’re quiet for a beat before you say, “I’m sorry, Cross…”

“Don’t be. You couldn’t do anything.”

“You know, a friend of mine has tremors, too. We can try exercises to… help cope, if you’d like,” you say, pressing your thumb pad down onto his knuckles for a gentle massage.

“I’ll give it a shot, love,” Crosshair says, rolling onto his back to look up at you.

“I love you, Crosshair.”

“I love you too, riduur. You’re my girl.”

Riduur = spouse in Mando’a

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𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Bodyguard! Crosshair x Female Reader

A/N: it's the first fanfic that made it out from my drafts and its no surprise its crosshair's lol. commenting and reblogging is very much appreciated <3

warnings: not any i can think of (lmk if theres any)

word count: 4.3K

It had been 40 rotations since your parents, the king and the queen, were brutally killed during the war, leaving you vulnerable. Your uncle, Lanco, a legendary jedi master, was so close to your father. He fought against the enemies, not caring once about his life when it came to protecting your parents.  

After the death of your parents, the people of the kingdom voted for Master Lanco to take the throne, agreeing you were too young to have affairs in your hands. But the enemies’ forces were going strong too, so Master Lanco requested his friend, Master Obi-wan, for a guard who could protect you.  

You were walking back to the castle, after meeting up with your friends, when you heard a gunshot. Your ears were ringing, eyes wide and your throat was dry as sandpaper. You quickly hid behind the bush; you could feel your head throbbing in pain. It was the third time this week that someone tried to attack you. Swiftly you took out your comm to call your uncle for security.  

But before you could punch in the numbers, you heard the second gunshot, but it wasn’t in your direction. Curiosity crept up at you as you tried to sneak up from where you were hidden.  

Your gaze landed on a tall man, coming from behind the tree, his face covered with the helmet. He carried his rifle with dignity as he made his way to the target. Every step he took was firm and determined. He kicked the man on the ground before crouching down as he checked his state.  

You were watching him from a distance, you didn’t know him, he could be your enemy too. Maybe he was fighting for the prize, you. You were paranoid so you stayed hidden, your fingers long frozen on your comm, too caught up with the scene in front of you.  

The man got up and turned around on his heels and made his way towards you. You tried to coil away in the corner, eyes squeezed shut, praying he didn't see you.  

“You can come out princess,” the modulated voice caused you to open your eyes 

Confusion painted on your face, is he a friend or an enemy, you couldn’t utter a word. You blinked up at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish.  

He sighed, almost annoyed, “Lanco sent me,” extending his hand down to you,  

Suddenly you were aware of the position you were in, a princess, slouching down like a scared cat. Pride washed over you as you cleared your throat looking at his extending gloved hand. Opting to stand up on your own since you were not injured, you ignored his hand before standing up.  

“Who are you?” you demanded. He was way taller up close, he spun on his heels, eager to leave the place,  

“I was hired by Lanco,” he looked around as the people started to show up, following the sound of gunshots,  

“We need to leave,” he urged, as he looked back at you, “now”  

You began to argue but you saw some people aiming their blasters at the man who just saved your life, there was no time to explain to them, so you nodded and walked with him towards the castle, 

When you both walked away from the people, you asked again,  

“You didn’t tell me, who are you?” 

He grunted, “i told you, Lanc-”  

“No, I mean your name, where are you from?” you cut him off 

He paused on his track, never had anyone ever, who hired him, cared about his name, he looked at you, mouth slightly agape under his helmet 

But you couldn't tell, you were unsure if you offended him, you cocked your head to the side, silently asking him to answer,  

“Name’s crosshair, I’m from Camino,” he kept his reply short,  

“Thank you, crosshair” you appreciated, “for saving my life back there”  

He shrugged in response before continuing his journey 

Not a fan of conversations, you made a mental note, following him.    

Master Lanco, introduced you to each other officially, 

“Crosshair will accompany you every time you go out,” your uncle gave you an overview regarding when to and how to call him when you feel unsafe.  

The first week went by quickly, he would escort you wherever you wanted, and kept his sharp gaze active for any and every danger. You were almost struck with the blaster fire, but Crosshair made sure that the shooter didn’t live to see another day. You saw in people’s eyes around you, they were scared of Crosshair.  

— 

Few days later, you were running late to your friends, and you almost clashed with Crosshair’s chest when he appeared out of nowhere on your front door.  

He steadied you, holding your shoulders, “careful, princess” he murmured before backing away so you could lead him to your ride.  

His presence was intimidating, and you mentally scolded yourself for feeling this way. You hadn’t seen his face, and he’s your bodyguard for star's sake. But something about his strong demeanor and the way he took out any man that meant you harm was enough to impress you.  

You felt uneasy having him on your tail so you slowed down your pace so you could walk beside him,  

“Tell me about yourself, who did you serve under?” You initiated a conversation, knowing well that it would be mostly you talking.  

“We don’t serve anyone, we just get the job done,” he replied 

“We?” you wondered out loud, “who’s we?”  

“Clone force 99”  

It must be the made-up name of their batch, you thought. But one thing was clear, that he wasn't any civilian, he was a clone. You’ve met a lot of them before, so that gave you an idea about how he looked.  

You both seated yourselves inside the ride, crosshair sat at a distance from you. You continued the rest of the journey with your thoughts, and Crosshair with his. He thought about how he felt a weird feeling in his chest when he first laid eyes on you. He thought about how he never felt this way. But most importantly he thought about how eager he was to be there for you before anyone even told him to, he wanted to protect you. Like an invisible string pulling him to you.  

You both left the ride and began to walk towards your destination. Reaching there, you turned around to tell him about the timings of getting back but it felt like someone knocked the air out of your lungs.  

He stood there with his helmet tucked under his arms, as he nursed a toothpick in his mouth before meeting your gaze. He had a tattoo around his eyes, his lean face was beautifully sculpted. It was the first time you saw him without his helmet, and he was anything but what you had imagined. Of course, you imagined him, and about him. His brown eyes were bewitching, and you couldn’t help but stare at him. 

He smirked at the way you looked at him, “problem, princess?” he questioned 

You snapped back to him, “uh n-no i was just about to tell you, um pick me up in 2 hours, okay?”  

You abruptly turned around to leave, facepalming yourself for being caught gawking at your bodyguard but was it every day to get a bodyguard looking like him?  

Your friends gushed at him when they saw you with Crosshair. Unintentionally you felt like tingling in your heart to see anyone else admiring him. With sour expressions you drove them away from him, you were amazed at your possessive behavior.  

Two hours later, you waited for him to show up. Before he showed up in your life, you would just up and leave but now you wanted to leave with him.  

On your way back, Crosshair remained close to you, keeping his eye in all directions for any kind of threat but the ride to your home was safe while you babbled about anything and everything. 

Days went by and he acquainted you every time you went out. You would make small conversations and he would reply. Gradually he started to tell you about himself and his brothers. He told you about his home-planet and missions. You watched him becoming a friend rather than only a stoic bodyguard.  

It was easy to get used to, to have him with you every time you stepped out of the castle. Even when you wished to take a stroll down the gardens within the boundaries, Crosshair would stand in the corner chewing on a toothpick, keeping his eyes on you, watching you. 

At times you would ask him to walk with you, just to be in his company. While crosshair’s brain went haywire every time you asked for little favors that required closeness. He wondered if something was wrong with him when he felt tightness in his chest whenever he was in your presence. 

You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy being under his gaze, because you enjoyed being watched by him, it gave you a sense of security but at times you wished it was more than this.  

He would just stay silent, save for a few hums and words here and there, while you would tell him about life. Crosshair was no good at comforting and he felt guilty about it every time you brought up your parents.  

He was high on your voice and proximity as you both were seated on the bench in the park.  

“-mama always loved that tree because it reminded her of me, I was so hard growing up too,” you giggled, but your eyes were glossy, of course you missed her.  

Crosshair saw it too, the little frown you wore after you talked about your mother. He calculated every move, mustered up every strength he had as he brought his hand to your face and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear,  

Your eyes were wide at the intimacy and so was crosshair’s. You felt a million fireworks go out in your heart at the feeling of the calloused skin of his hand on your face.  

He was about to pull away when you held his wrist at its place and leaned into his palm, a smile tugging at your lips letting him know that it was okay. And after a few heartbeats he relaxed too, finally letting the feeling of the contact take over him, he let the smile slip on his face.  

It was the kind of moment you would lock away in your heart forever.  

A few days later, there were a few things you needed so you went shopping with Crosshair trailing behind you like a puppy. His hands would randomly brush over yours, and the way he intended to touch you innocently whenever he could.  

Hardly an hour in and a few men with blasters rained fire on you. Crosshair became your human shield as he took you to safety 

“Run!” he yelled before he took out the strikers. You were shaken to the core because this one was so close.  

You were numb and distant, and all Crosshair wanted to do was reach out to you. He wanted to take you away from here or kill every single person who wished you pain. 

You were tired of being unsafe all the time. Sometimes you wish you could just run away. A hand on your knee startled you, you raised your eyes to see Crosshair, worry written all over his face. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered 

You closed your eyes and nodded. You didn't realize when did he slid closer to you, but it calmed you. You wanted to stay close to him.  

He removed his hand from your knee, and you already missed his touch, even gloved.  

“Crosshair?” you called him, immediately getting attention, “can we- can we not go home? It’s just i feel overwhelmed, these- these attacks stopped and i jus-”  

“-okay” he interrupted your distressed ranting 

You blink up at him, nodding slowly, grateful that he acknowledged your worries before you had to explain. 

You offered him a smile before he instructed the driver for a different location 

“Where are we going?” you inquired 

“Relax, you’ll love it when we get there,” Crosshair was confident and if reading you mind, he continued, “no, they won't find you there because a only a few people know about that place,”  

You only smiled in response. His words were enough to convince you 

You rested your head on the window while you were driven to the unknown. It wasn’t surprising how you trusted crosshair enough to let him take you anywhere.  

The vessel came to a halt, and you followed Crosshair out. It was a tall dark building with an “open” sign blinking. The crowd was small though not absent, it looked nothing different.  

 A few eyes looked at you weirdly, of course they knew who you were, and it made you uneasy. It wasn't any place different, you thought 

“Ready?” Crosshair pulled you out of your thoughts  

You bit your lip, excitingly nodding, “yes,”  

He wanted to take your hand while he led, every fiber of his body wanted to reach for your hand, but he resisted. He knew better than to give in to his intrusive thoughts and let people misinterpret the situation. He couldn't add to your problems, he was supposed to be the solution.  

You followed him into the building and caught your breath when you took in the place. It was nothing like the exterior of the building. It was a huge ballroom lit up with millions of lights. In the center of the room hung a massive chandelier. The tables were set around the dance floor, and you could spot a few couples dining, a few dancing a slow dance while a slow instrumental was playing in the background  

What caught your attention was butterflies and pixies. You knew they existed in some part of the galaxy, but you had never seen them. There was an artificial waterfall in the corner. It looked like an entirely different world, a happier world.  

You wanted to stay and go through everything, but you had to follow Crosshair as he moved through people.  

The farther you walked away from the entry door, the less the audience was. You both reached the end, he made a left, it was dark and there was no one except for a big guy standing at a door, as if guarding something.  

Crosshair uttered something in a hushed tone, and the guard immediately opened the door, stepping aside.  

Crosshair looked back at a very confused looking you, he smiled as he cocked his head towards the gate, asking for your consent. 

.  

You hesitantly switched your gaze from the big guy to crosshair, nodding. Your fingers fidgeting with the belt you wore, anticipation eating you up.  

As soon as you stepped across the gate, your body went rigid. You heard the door close behind you, but you didn't mind because looking at the view in front of you, you never wanted to turn back. It was a vast grassland as far as your eyes could see. The green of the ground kissing the blue of the sky. The trees outlined the vast ground. The cool breeze sent a shiver down your spine. You could run forever and still the place wouldn't end. It made you feel free, happy.  

You watched the scene in front of you with pure bliss. You felt Crosshair’s finger touching yours, uncertain if he should hold your hand, so you did the honor, intertwining your fingers, looking up at him.  

“Crosshair…it’s beautiful” you whispered as if talking a little loudly will break this fragile fantasy. 

He rubbed your hand with his thumb, “i know, cyar'ika” holding the eye contact but you shied away, your cheeks reddening making Crosshair smirk. The nickname caused a tingle in your tummy.  

Excitement took over you and you dropped his hand as you ran to a distance, feeling the wind against your skin. “How did you find this place?” you were laughing, spinning and running like a child 

He followed you, smile tugging at his lips, 

“Just about a week ago,” he replied 

Both of you were away from the gate, you sat down on the grass, “how could i never even heard of this place?”  

He sat beside you, almost too close, “because you never really wandered, besides, there's a small community living here.” He pointed to the farther east side, “They like to think they are independent of the royalty, so they have made their small world in this place. No outsider is allowed inside. I helped one of them last week and he insisted that i joined him for lunch,”  

You looked at him recalling the memory, he looked so attractive in the faded sunlight. “Must be a big problem that you solved,”  

 He nodded, “it was,” he looked ahead, “as soon as i saw this haven, i knew that someday i would bring you here,” 

It swelled your heart, he thought about you when you’re away. If only you knew he thought about you every second.  

You removed your shoes to feel the damp grass, your outer gown following suit. You wanted to drop everything that reminded you of reality. You laid back on your back and stared at the sky. 

Giving crosshair the moment to remove his armors and boots, as he laid beside you.  

“Thank you, for everything” you spoke softly, raising your hand on your elbow, for him to take, which he did in a second.  

You held his hand and removed his gloves, to feel his skin, and just as his calloused skin made contact with your soft hands, it felt like the warmth had set down on your body. You brought his hands to your lips slowly, and kissed his rough knuckles to let him know you appreciate his war scars.  

You both laid there, in the grass, hand in hand, no words exchanged but it was the most peaceful you've felt.  

Crosshair's mind was in a war, he knew he was supposed to be a bodyguard, but this is not what bodyguards do. What if Obi Wan or Master Lanco found out about this? 

“This isn’t right,” you said  

Crosshair tensed up beside you, “what isn't?”  

“This” you squeezed his hand, and he had no clue where this was going 

You sat up abruptly, causing crosshair to mock your actions, 

“Uncle Lanco, told me to never be with anyone alone, he told me to never let any guy get close to me, he- he keeps giving me signals about his wish of my marriage with his son, Ivej” you closed your eyes, shaking your head,  

“He can't know about this,” you croaked, your lips trembling 

Fear crossed his face. Crosshair was never trained for situations like these. He knew he had fallen in love with the princess, but why did he ever think he’d have a chance with her? If Wrecker was here, he would laugh at him for even letting this thought come to his mind. He felt lunatic, as if the world was laughing at him, including you.  

His expressions hardened,  

“Do you regret this?” his voice seemed distant, hurt with a hint of anger 

You turned back to look at him, your warm eyes met his restrained ones before he looked away. Brows knitted you faced your upper body to him,  

“I have never felt this way for anyone,” you started, uncertain if you should pour out your feelings, the thought of him not reciprocating scared you,  

“I’ve practically grown up with Ivej, and i have felt nothing then there’s you, we’ve spent more than a month together and-” the last words make crosshair look back at you, his eyes full of hope, “and with you i have felt what singers sing love songs about.”  

He blinks almost not believing, his heart swimming in affection for your words. 

“What about Lanco, and his son?” he wondered  

“I’ve had some thoughts lately,” you looked in front of you again, at the horizon. “This will have consequences, might as well put some distance between us”  

Crosshair frowned behind you, why would you entertain a thought which will draw you apart? 

He hesitantly put a hand on the small of you back, encouraging you, though he didn't want to hear the end of it,  

His thumb drawing small circles on your back was soothing, you wanted to turn around and kiss him and just let him have you 

“I have decided to leave royalty” just as the words left your mouth, it seemed as if the world stopped. Crosshair’s fingers were paralyzed, no other sound was heard except the faint ruffling of the leaves of the trees far away.   

He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but nothing made out past his throat,  

You shuffled a little, trying to relieve the tension in the environment, “for a certain time, i will be a normal citizen,” you knew you couldn't look at him while you told him his decision, so you kept your face ahead, while he listened, 

“i'm tired of always being at the risk of attack, i’m tired of putting your life at risk,” Crosshair mouth opened to say i want to protect you, you don't have to feel guilty about it, you’re worth it but he stayed quiet,  

“ i’m tired of Ivej bumbling around me,i’m just tired-” 

You felt his hand on your back again, you relaxed in an instant, “I'm not even gonna be on the throne until I'm of age, till then i can live a normal life. And when it’s time, I’ll have a crown on my head, i might have forces to protect myself, but I will never forgive myself if anything happened to you because of me”  

You felt him squeeze your waist, “don’t,” his voice wavered, you turn back to look at him, his eyes were glossy, 

 “don't act like you’re not important, like your life isn't worth it,” you turned your upper body to him, as he inched closer, “you’re the kindest person i’ve ever met, i don't even know if i deserve you. I’m just sitting here, risking my rank and my job because I've fallen for the princess.”  

The confession made your heart flutter.  

He slowly traced your belt at your waist and hooked a finger as he swiftly pulled you to him. You gasped, your hands instinctively grabbing on his shoulders. You were almost on him. Almost.  You felt his breath fan over your lips, he looked at you, his eyes asking for permission, you nodded once. His lips hovered over yours, nervously, before they ghosted over yours,  

Your eyes closed as you felt his lips, their softness made you whimper. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer. He laid back down, not letting go of your lips, you on top of him. Slowly his one hand traveled your back and ghosted into your hair. You were sure you were in a dream. He bit your lip before breaking the kiss. If oxygen wasn’t necessary for him, he would never break the kiss.  

Your head felt light and dizzy after the kiss. You were unable to open your eyes, but when you did, you saw every ounce of love and admiration. Suddenly you were aware of the position you were in, you attempted to detach yourself from him but his grip on you only tightened, 

 “Nu-uh princess, you’re staying here” he teased 

Blush crept up to your cheeks, you swatted his chest, giggling and avoiding his eyes.  

You both stayed there like that, you on top of him. One of his hands pillowed his head while the other made shapes on your back, while your head rested on his chest listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. He stared at the sky turning to shade of dark blue, letting his mind wander. He thought about how fate had turned him to your side, it could be anyone selected as your bodyguard, it could've been Hunter.  

Your heart couldn't believe how much he made you feel secure and content, like he was the solution to all the emptiness.  

“Do you wanna go home now, princess? Don’t want Lanco to come looking for us” he mumbled,  

You nodded in agreement. Heart sinking at the thought of going back, you rolled from him sitting up to put your shoes back on, Crosshair doing the same.  

You stood up, wearing the gown, the fabric stinging your skin. Crosshair finished putting on his armor, except his helmet. “You know, maybe tomorrow, I will no longer be a princess,” you pointed out.  

 Gloves still not worn, he yanks you towards him by your elbow, and your chest clashes lightly. With his index finger and thumb under your chin, he lifts your gaze,  

“Whether or not you live in a castle, whether or not you wear these gowns,” every word he spoke was with immense determination that no one could try and deny it. Whilst his other arm snaked around your waist, he drew his face nearer to yours, as he whispered, “whether or not you wear a crown, you will always be my princess.” the words made you shudder, and he kissed you to seal a vow. He kissed you hard, letting you know he meant every word, promising you  in the open air for the sky above, the ground below and the trees around to witness.  

“Crosshair i-” you breathed, trying to say those words, but not knowing how to, since it was all first time for you both, but as if he read you mind, he brushed your cheek, 

“I know,” he rested his forehead against yours 

You both made your way towards the exit. The exit from the land that made you feel satisfied, the entry to the cruel reality. You had to voice your decision in front of Uncle Lanco, in front of the kingdom. Crosshair would be sent back since there wouldn’t be any need for protection. You were scared, but all you needed was Crosshair beside you and you’d face it all.  

i dont know if i make it a series but its just a oneshot for now! thankyou for reading

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ghost of you ✧ crosshair

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request: Literally…anything angsty. Like gut wrenching, crush my soul, tug and twist at the heart…with anyone. Just need to feel something. AND THAT THING IS ANGST - anon

pairing: crosshair x fem!jedi!force ghost!reader

summary: when the order is given, your lover kills you. but even as he loses his way, you can’t seem to let him go. 

word count: 3,965

warnings?: hurt/no comfort, angst city™ bitch, main character death, not proofread

You knew this was to be your end. You had known for a long time. A Jedi’s vision is often misleading, doesn’t offer the full picture. But, when you saw the man you love aim a blaster at your heart, mutter that “good soldiers follow orders”, before the world faded around you…Well, there was little denying what you saw. Perhaps you wouldn’t die, you supposed. Perhaps you would live and have to grapple with your lover betraying you. But, in your heart, you knew that you would meet your end at the hands of a man you trusted with your life. A bitter end, to be sure, but all’s fair in love and war, as they say. 

So when the day came that the clones on Kaller turned their weapons on you, Master Depa Billaba, and Padawan Caleb Dume, you knew that you would not leave the planet alive. What surprised you, though, was how Clone Force 99, the squad that you led, did not react as the other clones. No, they were okay?…They were helping Caleb escape, they were helping you stop the other clones from killing the young Padawan. All except for your beloved Crosshair, a sniper with a heart of ice that only thawed for you. His weapon turned on you. He only saw you as a target to hit. Any love he had for you, it was set aside in favor of completing his mission. 

But you had your own. If you had to die that day, you could not let the Padawan to die, too. No, he was too important. If order was to be restored to the galaxy, he had to survive. Now was not his time to go. You and Hunter led the Padawan through the forest, trying to find him safe passage away from the fight. A blaster struck you in the side. You fell. 

“GO!” you shouted as Caleb turned, hand outstretched to help you. “Leave me!”

Hunter hesitated. He took a step towards you. “We don’t leave our own behind—”

A gentle lie was better than the harsh truth, so you said, “I’ll be fine. Just get him out of here. That’s an order!”

Finally, they ran. You hissed as you reached down, your hand becoming sticky with blood as it touched your wound. That wasn’t the blast that could kill you, but kriff, it hurt. 

A shadow loomed over you. You didn’t want to look, didn’t want to meet the eyes of your killer, but you knew it wouldn’t change the reality of the situation. You wanted to see him, at least one more time before you were gone. You lifted your gaze, seeing a near-pained expression on Crosshair’s face. 

“Cross,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “you don’t have to do this.”

“You are a traitor,” he spat. He aimed his blaster. His finger fell to the trigger, yet he did not pull it. 

“You know that’s not true. This, this isn’t you.” You felt sick to your stomach. You knew this was always going to happen. But…You had to let him know. This wasn’t his fault. “Please, Cross—”

He raised his blaster higher. His usually steady hands trembled, ever so slightly. “Good soldiers follow orders. My order is to kill traitors.”

Any attempt to convince him not to shoot was futile. This was your fate. It had been, for a long time. “I forgive you, Cross. I love you, okay? Even after this, I will still love you.”

“Not just a traitor to the Republic,” Crosshair hissed. “A traitor to your own code. Why should someone whose treachery runs to her core be spared?”

“Then don’t spare me,” you said. Your voice shook despite your best efforts. “I understand.”

Crosshair’s nimble fingers—the same ones he’d use to massage your scalp, to caress you when he thought you were sleeping, to hold yours when no one else was looking—pulled the trigger. Your breath caught in your throat, then released in a bloody scream. Just before your eyes squeezed shut, you watched Crosshair flinch. 

He ran away, and three others ran toward you. You heard your name—Wrecker was shouting. There was a thud as he fell to his knees beside you. He touched the blaster wound. “Tech!” he wailed. “She needs help!”

“Don’t,” you managed to say. “Too late.”

“Don’t say that!”

You opened your eyes to see Echo place a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “You don’t recover from a wound like that,” Echo said. 

“She’s a Jedi! She has magic healing powers! And, and with the bacta—”

“Forgive him,” you whispered. Wrecker’s mouth fell shut. “Forgive him. Don’t…Don’t let him lose himself. He needs you.”

“He needs you!”

Tech knelt on the other side of you. “According to my calculations, you don’t have much long left.” He reached out, stroked the space between your brows. “We should be the ones offering you comfort.”

Your breathing became labored. Kriff, it hurt to breathe. “I’ll be fine,” you lied. You knew Tech knew it was a lie. “Find Hunter and Crosshair. Stay safe, okay? I…I’ll see you soon.”

It was obvious how much Tech wanted to refute you. But, he allowed your lie to remain unchallenged. “Rest. You deserve it.”

And you did. Your eyes fell shut. You heard footsteps walk away. One set paused—you were sure it was Wrecker. Then— everything faded away. 

“She’s gone,” Wrecker said. When Tech and Echo looked back, there was nothing left of you. 

Becoming one with the Force was not what you expected, if you were being honest. Even when your former Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had taught you the secret of retaining your individuality when you became one with the Force, you never expected it to be true. It seemed too…surreal. 

“No, she’s there!” Echo said, pointing. 

You knew they saw you. You knew your former Master was right. You swallowed, even though you didn’t really need to, and repeated, “Forgive him.”

You turned, and disappeared. They didn’t need you now.

“Why do you torment me?”

You reached out, caressed Crosshair’s face. Despite his words, he leaned into your touch. You missed this. You missed him, how he used to be, before the Empire took him, before Clone Force 99 left him. Now, only in his dreams, could you touch him, try to break through to him. You feared that, if you showed yourself in the land of the living, he would break further. You limited your interactions to his dreamland. 

“I need you to know that I forgive you.” You leaned in, pressed your forehead to his. “That your brothers forgive you. Even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

He yanked away. He turned his back toward you. You stepped toward him, reached out, but paused. No. You didn’t want to overwhelm. You dropped your hand. His shoulders trembled as he near-snarled, “Why must you keep bringing them up?”

“They were at a crossroads, Cross. It wasn’t a decision they took lightly. They just—”

“Thought I would betray them like I did you?”

Every conversation came back to this point. And every time, Crosshair closed himself off. He would push harder and harder and harder until he awoke. You would leave him for a day or two, let him calm, and try again. The cycle would repeat. It felt never-ending. But you couldn’t give up on him. 

“They still love you. They miss you. If they could safely come back for you, they would.”

Crosshair’s back straightened. “Because I’m such a danger to them.”

And it always came back to this. Crosshair thinking himself a danger to his brothers. Crosshair shutting down any refutation you offered. He was stuck in his head. You understood. Of course you understood why he was like this. 

“You’re not the danger, my love.” You placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched. You weren’t sure if it was at the contact, or if it was at your words. “The Empire, though…They’re not good. The second you are no longer useful to them, they will have no qualm discarding you.”

“Then the Empire is more similar to my brothers than you think.”

“Cross…”

He turned his head toward you, his dark eyes flashing. With anger, perhaps? Contempt? You couldn’t quite tell. Crosshair was always a difficult person to read. He kept his feelings so close to his chest, never let anyone see the turmoil that simmered below the surface. No one was allowed to see it. Not even you.

“Everyone leaves. Why does it matter if I go with my brothers or stay with the Empire? It will turn out the same in the end.”

“I never left you.”

For a flash of a second, so quick you should have missed it, Crosshair’s eyes softened. But then he squared his shoulders, his lip curled. “You’re not really here. This is only a manifestation of perceived guilt.”

“Perceived guilt?” you echoed. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew he was only being cruel because he was hurt. He didn’t mean his words. And yet, the sting left you reeling. You pulled your hand away. Crosshair’s head bows. 

“I did what had to be done.”

Part of you wanted to argue back, to say he did what he was made to do. That this fate had long been since written. That it was the result of a chip in his brain. But, he knew about the chip. He knew that he didn’t have control over his actions at the time. He knew, and he said it anyways. You took a step back.

“It’s almost time for you to wake up,” you said instead. 

He looked at you. If you were looking at him, you would have seem the glassiness to his eyes, how his hand twitched, ready to be outstretched toward you. You turned.

“If you want me to leave you be, I will. I never wanted to torment you,” you said. Was it possible for a Force ghost to cry? It felt like you were close. Like if you stayed here for a moment longer, you would break. 

“It would be for the best.”

You looked at him this time. If this was his wish, you would respect it. You would never bother him again. But if you were to leave him be, you wanted to see him one last time. You looked him over. Took in his gray hair, cropped close to his scalp. His tanned skin, the crosshair tattoo over his eye. His dark eyes, how they wouldn’t meet your gaze. 

“If you change your mind…”

“I won’t.” He didn’t sound convinced. But you didn’t push. You’ve reached his limit. If you went any further, he would fall. You didn’t want to hurt him. 

The dream world faded around you. You watched as Crosshair laid in his bunk, his eyes opening. He let out a deep sigh, a hand coming up to rub his face. You balled your hands into a fist in an effort to resist the urge to reach out to him. It wouldn’t do you any good. Unlike the dream world, you couldn’t touch him here. 

Crosshair sat up. As he moved, you saw the holopic resting beside him. It was of him and you and the rest of Clone Force 99 sans Echo, back when things were simpler. It had been your first mission with the squad. It had gone horrible, in the way that all of their missions went horrible. Which, of course, was to say that everything went to shit, but still managed to be successful. You had insisted on the picture being taken, said something about it being a good memory to have. Crosshair made fun of you at the time, but when the picture was taken, he still stood beside you, a hand resting on your back. He didn’t smile—he never really smiled—but it was the happiest you had seen him. 

Seeing it, it made you want to shatter your resolve. Crosshair didn’t really want you to go. But, he needed the space. You weren’t helping him by constantly hovering. So, as his head turned to where you stood, you disappeared. 

You didn’t seem him again for a long while. 

“Do you think Crosshair will come back?” Omega asked. 

You watched as her legs swung on the Marauder’s platform, how she leaned back, resting on her palms, looking out at the sky as if she expected him to drop out of the air at any moment. Since you left Crosshair be, you returned to Clone Force 99. After scaring Wrecker so bad that he screamed loud enough to wake everyone, you explained how you were there. You tried to offer why you were there, but no explanation felt right. They didn’t ask for one, though. They let you stay, no questions asked. 

For the most part, you stayed with Omega. She was still learning to defend herself, so you took the opportunity to step in whenever she needed help. Those moments were becoming fewer and farther between as she grew into herself. You found yourself teaching her other things, things about the galaxy and the Force and how just to ask questions so that she could get her way when Hunter was being particularly stubborn. It had been many years since you had had a Padawan, but it almost felt like had taken on Omega as one. It felt like she was your child. 

“He…has a lot of inner turmoil,” you said finally. The topic of Crosshair was one rarely breached. It made her brothers uncomfortable, so she learned to not ask often. But when you were with her, watching over her while her brothers were on a mission deemed too dangerous for her, she sometimes ventured into the territory. “Your guess is as good as mine. When I saw him last, he still had so much of that anger and that guilt, that feeling of abandonment.”

“Do you think he’s scared? Out there, working for the Empire, without his vode?”

“If you asked him, he would say he wasn’t scared of anything.”

“But I’m asking you.”

“…I think he doesn’t know what to do. I think he feels like he doesn’t have a place with his brothers anymore. And, while he has a place with the Empire, he knows it’s fleeting. He sees the two options before him and thinks they’re both awful, so he stays on the path he’s currently on.”

“It sounds lonely, living like that.”

“I’m sure it is.” You let out a sigh. You leaned back, lying down on the platform. Omega mimicked your movements. “He doesn’t think he has a place here anymore, though. And I think that keeps him from leaving the Empire, too. He might be lonely there, too, but he doesn’t feel like he has to wait for the other shoe to drop, you know?”

She looked to you. Her eyes had welled up with tears. “Is that my fault? Does he think he can’t come back because of me? I-I’m the reason they left him behind. If I hadn’t—”

“Shh, shh,” you hushed. You sat up and wrapped your arms around Omega. They passed through her, so you hovered around her, not quite touching her. “Listen, Crosshair would have been left behind whether you were there or not, okay? You changed things, sure. But at the end of the day, the chip in Crosshair’s brain…It, changed the way he thought, you know? That’s not something you could have changed by being there or not being there.”

“I just…I don’t want them to regret bringing me with them.” Omega sniffled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “I know that they’re on the run because of me. They, they could have settled down somewhere if they didn’t have me. They wouldn’t have to keep fighting. They could have normal lives.”

“Listen to me: They love you, Omega. They would do anything for you. Sometimes, they might get frustrated and it might feel like they regret taking you with them. But they only want the best for you. And things are so crazy right now, it’s hard to tell what’s good for you. And that scares them.”

Omega sniffled again. Your heart ached. You wished you could bundle her up in your arms and squeeze her tight. She didn’t deserve this kind of weight on her heart. She deserved to be a kid. She deserved to run around and play games and not worry about having to survive. She deserved to just live. “You think so?”

“I know so. I've known your brothers a long time. They love with their whole hearts. Once you have their love, you never lose it. And, trust me, they loved you the moment they saw you.”

Omega was silent. Then, she lifted her gaze to meet yours. “So, if Crosshair knew his brothers loved him…He might come back?”

You swallowed. You weren’t sure. Truthfully, you really weren’t. But…Well, gentle lies. “He might.”

Omega seemed satisfied with that answer. She laid back down on the platform, looking toward the sky. Fluffy, white clouds passed overhead. She pointed to one. “That cloud looks like Mantell Mix.”

You let out a laugh. It felt nice to laugh again. It felt so long since you’ve felt so…light. “Sounds like someone’s hungry.”

“Hush and play the game!”

“Alright, alright! Hmm, that one looks like a lothcat.”

“Do you think I could convince Hunter to let us get a lothcat as a pet?”

“You know, I think that’s one of those things where you ask for forgiveness instead of permission.”

“I like the way you think!”  

You watched as Omega ran towards Crosshair. You reached out toward her in vain. They all needed to leave. They couldn’t stay on this platform forever. It was too risky to stay. The longer they remained, the worse things may end up. But, she still ran to him, thanked him for saving AZI, a droid that she had been fond of when living on Kamino. Crosshair told her to consider each other even. You expected her to leave then, but she surprised you. 

“They still love you,” she said. “Y/N said they would always love you.”

Crosshair’s gaze hardened. He turned away, not giving her a reply. Omega hesitated, unsure of whether she should say more or if she should go. Finally, she turned and ran back to Hunter, who led her onto the ship. Moments later, Marauder rose to the sky, leaving Crosshair behind again. You stayed, moving a few paces behind your former lover. 

“You shouldn’t tell her things like that,” Crosshair muttered. It was the first time he had acknowledged you being there. You had made yourself known when Hunter was captured, but Crosshair never looked at you. Never said a word about you. It made you doubt if you were ever really there at all.

“And you should have gone with them.”

He turned toward you, his eyes narrowed. “Why should I care about what you think? You left me, just like them.”

“You told me to go. I was respecting your wishes. I…Cross, you kept pushing. I knew that my being with you was only causing you pain. I worried that if you kept pushing, you would be the one to break.”

“Always so selfless, you Jedi,” he spat. But there was almost no malice behind his words. He looked away, stared out at the water. “I kept waiting. You were never one to just leave, to give up. So many times, you went running back into active combat to save civilians. You’ve made Tech turn the ship around to rescue prisoners. You made sure every woman and child was always spared.”

You knew what he was getting at. He couldn’t say the words, though they were right on the tip of his tongue. So, you said them for him. 

“I should have stayed.”

He gave a curt nod. “You proved yourself to be like everyone else.”

“I'm sorry. Cross, I…I should have been there for you, I know that.” You reached out. He took a step away. You froze, your hand still in the air, before you let it fall to your side. “You deserve better than what the Empire will give you. I understand if going back to your brothers isn’t what you want. But you can’t stay with the Empire. Look how quickly they got rid of the Kaminoans. Look at how they’re already trying to get rid of the clones. How long will it be until you’re considered expendable?”

“Unlike someone people, I understand the value of loyalty.”

You held your tongue. You were half-sure he wanted to get a rise out of you. He loved doing that, when you were alive. He would poke and prod, proud that he knew just what buttons to push. You knew his game, but you refused to play it now. 

“You once said that you would always be there for me. But that wasn’t true, was it? You left. You acted just like all the others. Tell me, why should I care about a single thing you say to me now?”

You remembered telling him that. It was in the early days, when the two of you were just beginning your relationship. You had nearly died on the battlefield. A droid got too close, moved too quick. Crosshair took the droid about before any significant damage happened, but by the time you got back to the ship, you could your spirit leaving you. Crosshair held you as Tech treated your wounds, muttering that you weren’t allowed to go. Not yet, not when he wanted you by his side. You told him you would stay with him for all of eternity, if he would let you. 

“I love you, Cross. You know I do. You can be mad at me, be disappointed in me, hate me for all I care. But that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You took a step closer, then another. He didn’t move away. “I knew you were going to kill me, long before we ever arrived on Kaller. I knew that I would meet my end at the hands of the man I love. I could have left. I could have asked to be assigned a different squad. But I loved you too much to go. And I love you now, all the same.”

“No one asked you to stay.”

“So don’t you dare put this on me.”

“I’m not. I’m only telling you, because I would do it all over again. I would live through my death every time without change if it meant that I got to love you.”

“Then you are a fool.”

You shrugged. “Perhaps. But I would rather be a fool, a slave to my attachment to you, than survive without ever knowing your love.”

Crosshair grit his teeth, snarling as he said, “Go. I don’t want you here.”

“I’m not leaving you again, Cross.”

“GO!” he shouted. 

You let out a breath and allowed yourself to disappear from his sight. But you remained there. You stayed with him. You stayed all thirty-two rotations on that platform, watching over him. Making sure he was safe. He could tell you to leave, he could act like he never cared. But you knew that he needed you as much you needed him. So you stayed on that platform with him, and for every day that followed. 

Most days, he didn’t see you, didn’t know you were there. But he always knew. He always knew he was being haunted by the ghost of you. 

[zoeykallus]

Okay okay, first of all I love all of your works! every time i see a notification it makes my day better ((;

English is not my first language sooo im very sorry!

Okay but how about afab!reader is in a relationship with crosshair, it's pretty serious and she gets to meet the other batchers. There's a lot of teasing and yk just brother's being brother's but suddenly one of them let's something slip (something like.. "crosshairs is finally not a Virgin anymore") (usually reader and him are really flirty and crosshair is kinda like 'u couldn't handle me' and all this stuff) so reader finds out that he's a Virgin and confronts him, back at her place or smt.

Sooooooooo, they Start to make out and nfsw stuff happens but the reader is in Charge (hehe) crosshair actually likes it and the next morning he is greeted with a blowjob and is so snarky (but a whining/moaning mess) that the reader overstimulates him and continues until he cums two times and he's just completely blissed out.

Im a sucker for dominant Readers & bottom 'bitches' haha but clones are just *Chefs kiss*

If you consider to write this, take as much time as you need and don't feel pressured at all because I really hope u have a great day and that ur fine!

Lots of love!

😳

That is a lot of text! Give me a second 😂 Aloha! Thank you so much, always very pleased to read such things! English is not my first language either! So no worries, I know the struggle. You are doing pretty good as much as I can tell, probably better than me 😂 Hehehe, I love the thought of Crosshair's sass kinda backfiring on him 😂 I don't think experienced Cross is a "bottom bitch" but I can clearly see him being one in his first attempts at intimacy. And the thickhead is definitely too stubborn and proud to use the safeword.

Let's do this!

Crosshair x afab!Reader Two-shot 1/2 - Think You Can Handle Me?

Warnings: 18+ / SMUT / Dom Reader / Sub Crosshair / Inexperienced (yet sassy) Crosshair / Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Overstimulation / Edging / Alcohol

It's quite late in the evening when you return from your date with Crosshair. But the boys are still awake when you reach the Marauder. They are sitting outside, a few of them drinking corellian ale. The mood is boisterous and slightly drunk. Hunter has been blowing off a lot of steam tonight and comes to meet you slightly tipsy. He puts an arm around Crosshair's shoulders, who frowns in annoyance.

"Look at that. You guys are coming back late from your date. I guess that means our little brother isn't a virgin anymore," Hunter rumbles, swinging his bottle through the air and spilling a few drops.

You look at the two of them in surprise. Crosshair has always acted like he was a true pro in the sheets, that he didn't think you were up for the challenge. His excuse that he wants to take it slow now makes sense.

Crosshair's teeth are clenched as the words, "Shut up you idiot" come out.

Hunter looks from one to the other in wonder, then a light goes on, "You didn't tell her? Oh, let me guess, you've got the 'I'm too much for you sweetie, let's take things slow' routine going on?"

Crosshair's look is almost desperate, and he pulls himself together with difficulty.

"You're drunk and full of shit," he finally growls, tearing himself away from Hunter and retreating, though not into the Marauder, but past it into the fields behind the landing pad.

Wrecker frowns, "It's no big deal, right?"

Echo looks at him and says quietly, "It is for some men."

Tech adjusts his goggles and says matter-of-factly, "Crosshair is one of those men"

You finally follow him when he is not back after half an hour. You intentionally gave him some time to cool down and collect himself, and did not press him immediately.

He is, as you expected, behind the fields, between some trees, in a clearing where he often stays to train and contemplate. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up with his eyes narrowed critically.

"Get lost," he grumbles.

"Hey," you say indignantly, though gently, "I didn't lie or tell your secret. I'm probably the least to blame for this whole situation."

He sighs, nods, and says barely louder than a whisper, "Sorry."

He put down his rifle and looks at you.

"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do? Just because I know about it now, I don't think any less of you. We don't have to rush into anything," you say calmly.

You can see his jaw muscles move as he grinds his teeth.

"I know, but now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no reason for me to drag this out either. I want you, definitely, I've just been blocked by the thought that I didn't want you to notice that I have no experience."

He looks around and says meaningfully, "We are alone here, no one can see us."

You smirk and begin to undress. For a moment, he forgets everything he just thought about and just watches you, fascinated. Crosshair watches one garment after another fall and feels it getting tight behind his codpiece. Lost in stimulating thoughts and the sight of you, he automatically removes the codpiece and lets it fall to the floor.

You can see the bulge in his blacks' pants. When you are finally naked, you step closer to him and your hand slides over the bulge, caressing his hard length over the fabric. A soft sigh passes his lips.

You push him back, against a bench under a tree. When he feels the wood in the back of his knees, he automatically sits down, and you slide onto his lap, facing him. Your lips find his in a fiery kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around your naked body.

He can't quite grasp what's happening as he feels your fingers slip under the waistband of his blacks' pants and pull them down a bit, far enough to free his hard, cock. As you begin to rub your naked pubic against it, he moans into the kiss and his fingers grip tighter.

Crosshair can feel your soft, wet flower pressing against his shaft, and just the thought makes his heart start to race, and he gets all hot.

"You can always tell me when to stop," you tell him as your lips break away from his for a moment.

"I'm sure that won't happen," he returns and presses his lips to yours again, chasing your tongue with his.

After a while, though, he grabs your hips and stops you in your tracks.

"If you keep rubbing against me like that, this won't last very long for me. Why don't you show me something to satisfy you with before we really get started?"

"Very thoughtful of you," you say with a smile.

You get off his lap, and he watches you intently. You sit down next to him and point to the floor in front of you. He complies with the wordless request, kneeling on the floor in front of you, between your open thighs. His gaze wanders from your face to the wet flower between your thighs. He has never seen a pussy so close and real.

Crosshair's hands automatically rest on your thighs. He finally looks up at you again, expectantly. You start explaining to him where the clitoris is, what its function is, where the actual opening to your pubic is and what can be done to stimulate different spots.

Crosshair caresses the insides of your thighs, gently sliding his fingers through your folds, and smiles contentedly as he hears you sigh softly. With two fingertips, he gathers some of your arousal at your entrance and begins to gently massage your clit with it.

Your eyes fall closed, and you lay your head back in your neck.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, very good"

Curious, he adds his other hand, two fingertips playing at your entrance, first massaging the outer sensitive area. Your excitement drips over his fingers and he looks fascinated, exactly what he is doing with you.

Slowly he inserts one finger while the fingers of his other hand are still massaging your clit. He's fascinated by the way your soft, wet heat closes around his finger. It feels so tight, he wonders how his cock will fit in there.

"It's adjusting," you say as if you've read his mind, "Slide a second finger in."

He hesitates for a brief moment, but then does as he's told. Your moan makes him look up, by now his hand was all wet and the wood beneath you stained from your arousal. When you suddenly make a hoarse noise and he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, he almost pulls back, startled. But he quickly realizes that you are having a climax and continues to work you until you are trembling and twitching, begging him to stop.

He withdraws his fingers, looks at them for a brief moment, then licks your juice from his fingers. An unexpected, somewhat strange taste, but quite interesting, he thinks.

"Was that good?"

You nod and say somewhat breathlessly, "Yes, that was good, Cross. Now I can take care of you without you having to worry about whether or not it's enough for my orgasm, because basically you've already satisfied me.

"You can only do that once?"

" When it comes to women, no. It's quite possible several times. But now shut up and get back on the bench, we'll tackle that another time."

Crosshair complies again, sits down on the bench and you see the tip of his cock swollen and some precum shining on it. He can't wait to feel you.

As you climb back over his lap, he looks at you expectantly. Then he feels your hand on his shaft, in expectant tension, he holds very still. The next moment, his tip bumps your gate and as you slowly sink onto his lap, he feels the wet heat of your pussy, slowly enclosing his cock as he advances deeper and deeper into you.

He moans and his hands shoot to your rear, clawing into the soft flesh. As you sit fully on his lap and he bottoms out in you, he releases a shaky breath from his lungs. The feeling is overwhelmingly glorious. It feels perfect,

He literally clings to you as you begin to bob up and down on his lap. The feeling is so intense, new and overwhelming that he feels like he has to hold on to you to keep from being swept away by the feeling. It's fantastic but also intense in a almost scary way.

"Mesh'la," he presses out, his face pressed against your shoulder.

You feel his lap, his thighs trembling tensely beneath you. He gasps and trembles as he suddenly seems to hold his breath, you feel his cock pulsing inside you, his seed spurting into you like a fountain.

Finally he releases the air from his lungs and you pause on his lap. He is still trembling ever so slightly, the tension only slowly draining from his muscles. His arms are still wrapped around you, his fingers clawed at you. Very slowly, he loosens his grip and his embrace. He kisses your shoulder almost shyly before looking into your face.

His hair is a little messy and sweat is on his forehead.

"So?" you ask "How are you feeling?"

He grins at you, leaning back on the bench and resuming his usual posture.

"Can't complain, Kitten"

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[sonorousabyss]

You should give me a star wars matchup :) you already know my ass lmaooooooooo dm me if you want specifics

AN: You've got it darlin~! I present to you, Crosshair.

To say that this relationship is a slow burn is an understatement.

Crosshair is a bit of a grouch by nature. One known for his biting remarks and astute observations, but he's a recluse nonetheless.

The only way I see you meeting is on a job. Sure, there's a very slim chance that you might've caught him and the boys on a trip to 79s, but the real development came when you both were forced to work together.

Whether you were some sort of Jedi, senator, or even some offset of clones- it doesn't matter. He tolerated you at first, but that was about it.

Your penchant for cheeky, albeit well-mannered teasing likely was the cause of this. He saw it similar to how he'd put up with Wrecker and his habit of invading his personal space with droid heads.

Something he could live with.

This was until you started joining in when he was teasing the regs.

Considering the fact that the batch and the regs don't particularly get along, per se- well, certain groups of them at least- he found the fact that you'd pipe in and play off his words rather amusing.

Never until that moment did he think that you'd ever grow on him.

As for you with him, it'd be quite the same. He wouldn't be the friendliest man in the batch when you first met him. The others- Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Hunter- Hell, even Omega would've all been fairly quick to befriend you. They're all rather amicable and understanding, if not kind.

But Crosshair? He's stubborn.

This means that you would've fallen victim to at least a few remarks, assuming you didn't have enough of a reputation to keep him at bay, to start with.

At a certain point, you both annoying each other became somewhat of a game.

The two of you stayed up to keep watch one night, sitting in silence, save for the rare instances you'd stop to discuss details of the mission come morning. Playful bickering ensued, but you kept it quiet so the others could sleep, eyes focused on the fire in front of you.

You both kept an eye on each other during these times. Half for the sake of the mission, half for a myriad of reasons that neither of you would dare to admit to each other.

For him, it'd have started out as wariness. Making sure you weren't a threat to his brothers, as well as keeping an eye out for any material he might be able to use later. It wouldn't do to be underprepared if you were to attempt to tease him, after all.

That gradually evolved into curiosity.

He observed as you'd pick up souvenirs on the planets you'd traverse together, pocketing all manner of glass, wood, and rocks you harvested from the outdoors when you thought the batchers weren't looking.

He'd take note of the many hours you spent, looking up at the night sky or staring out into the galaxy through the glass of the cockpit. The way you'd seem to naturally gravitate to the shade when outdoors, and how you'd always appeared to be more at ease when they infiltrated bases during the cooler months.

He observed from the sidelines as you talked to Hunter and the others about tattoos, and who the best person would be to get them from as he polished his gun.

Crosshair would pretend he didn't notice when you followed up that conversation a few days later with a brand new tattoo, catching sight of it when part of your outfit pulled back to reveal it, newly wrapped, with you too busy petting a puppy you found to even notice.

He took note of your dislikes too.

The way you would complain about the overwhelming heat on some of the warmer planets you'd visit, the dark hues of the armor you bore not helping you in the slightest.

The way you blanched when you realized some of the cuisine he and the boys were eating was much too spicy for you to handle, immediately regretting all your life choices after you tried it and he and some of the other batchers jumped on the opportunity to tease you. Meanwhile, Hunter was the one to offer you some milk to help.

How you almost always chose to operate on the backlines with him, instead of going headfirst into the loud, blaring chaos of battle with the others.

Oh, he noticed.

Crosshair would never admit it. But he did.

He didn't know why he did. How you managed to grow on him so much over the time you'd operated together. It wasn't supposed to be that way... and yet...

You were one of the few people he enjoyed being around.

The way you two could go from teasing each other relentlessly to intimidating people with just a glance was an amusing sight to behold.

Terrifying for those who didn't know you.

They'd assume that you both were glaring and clearly not fond of them, but the truth would often be far from it.

You and Crosshair spending some time alone after a rough mission, cuddled up and basking in each other's company, enjoying the silence.

It took him longer than he'd care to admit to realize just how he really felt.

You're laying back in a hospital bed, bacta applied to your wounds in the sterile, white room that was the medbay after an infiltration mission. You all had succeeded, but it had come at a terrible cost.

He'd have avoided going with his brothers unless they dragged him along, and yet, he'd find himself hovering by the medbay doors whenever he was alone. Wondering if you were okay.

He blamed himself.

Had he been quicker, had his shot been more accurate- even if just by a centimeter, you would've been fine.

And so he found himself wandering in, watching your sleeping form as you recovered, holding your hand.

... And threatening you to keep your mouth shut when he realized you'd been awake the entire time.

You just smiled, teasing him all the same.

And it was then that he realized how much he'd fallen for you.

AN: I might've gotten carried away-

May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep.

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[jangosweat]

Journey (Part Three)

Pairing: Crosshair x Female reader Summary: you make to Ord Mantell, is this the safest bet or just a pit stop from your troubles? Length: medium Warnings: eventual NSFW 18+ ONLY, some strong language, a little explicit content if you squint, reader meets The Batch, alcohol consumption, possible pining from the murder toothpick. Tagging: @mysticalgalaxysalad @littlemisscare-all @keepcreative @drinkswithsatan @punkystrangeling @batmmarty @blackrose87 @erifi83 @catnip987 @eyecandyeoz @litttledaria @mylifeinthetardisforever @raccoonwithadream @jinx210 @starloriha @lackofhonor @breezey @momos-peaches @waiting-for-motivation @tomatodragonskull @photowizard17 @whatevs2416 @dionysuskid21 @saracarvalhaes-99 @wakeupjackthisisntfair @tinywitchgoblin @gimmebones715 @dumdumcourt @bi-witch-rose @shytastemakerthing @vale9765 @sithseunie @toxicpeep @gwenthewolfuniverse @kattarts @schotsaert @untitled7003 @dopebonk @imalovernotahater ENJOY!!!

Ord Mantell was a bustling hub before and after the fall, the mid rim city held all walks and skitters of life. Young and old traded their wares and spices, hanging fruits and roasted meats hung fresh in stalls. Crosshair had trusted his brother, landing his squired ship at the landing docks. You were sleeping so soundly he didn't want to disturb you but pressing matters seemed more dire. You startled in your bunk, he had put on his helmet.

"Afraid to wake you citizen but we've had a change of plans," you sighed and rubbed at your face, hissing when you touched your eye patch. "We are on Ord Mantell, my brothers are willing to help us."

"How many you got, long one?" You yawned and took his hand when he offered to help you down the ladder and towards the fresher.

"Four plus Omega."

"Whose Omega?" you asked, he heard the shower start and he rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. You were banged up, beaten and sore on the run for who knew how long. He hadn't gotten that explanation just yet, though he had mused about it to himself.

"According to Hunter she's a sister."

"A sister or your sister?" You called out.

"Ours."

He heard you mumble a reply to him, you shut off the water and suddenly your dripping wet and steamy arm was reaching out of the door, your body out of sight. Oh. Right. Crosshair dug around in the side closest for a fresh towel and handed it to you, the white cloth disappearing into the fresher with you.

"He sent me the coordinates for-"

"Let me guess," the doors all but flew open, you stood there wet with a finger in the air. "We're going to see Cid aren't we?"

Crosshair scoffed. "How did you know that?"

"Lucky guess. She doesn't give out anything for free, everything and everyone has a price and it's usually a hefty one. I've worked with her before." ....

Crosshair wasn't sold on your blip of an explanation. You had worked with Cid before, when, why and for what? Crosshair had heard of the bar owner a handful of times but had yet to meet the hard nosed woman in question.

He didn't even know your story yet, other than you needed some help. He was still uncertain and questioning himself, as the familiar beeping of the landing dock filtered through the ships' cockpit. Why was he helping you? why did he stick his neck for you, a stranger in a beat up alley, half-dead? he easily could have left you there, you had mentioned going up to see that Eden woman, why didn't he just leave you alone to do so?

Cross was lost in thought and plugging in his ships code to the neon glowing dock below, he didn't hear you or feel you until your face was damn near right next to his own. His namesake marked eye turned to your abruptly.

"Haven't been back here in more than a few months. Looks different." You announced and looked out the front window, the toll droid voiced that you were clear to land in a spot.

"Yeah well so you do you citizen." Crosshair grunted, finding a space big enough for the craft.

The streets of Ord Mantell (or Old M) as you called it when he landed the ship and extended the ramp, you still needed a bit of help. It took a whole four days to get here and your leg was still healing. You took his hand to get down onto the ground, he was about to punch in the location on his helmet but your hands stopped him.

You shook your head and told him none of that, that you knew a short cut. Even though you wore an eye patch, someone might recognize you and you didn't want the hassle.

He popped his helmet, slung his gun around to fit in it's place around his back and followed close behind. He didn't see the Havoc at the docks, either his brothers were out on a job or out of fuel somewhere or weren't even on Ord Mantell in the first place. It wouldn't be the first time Hunter had played a trick of Crosshair and would not be the last.

Your hand came out in a flash, stopping him from getting run over by a speeding speeder bike.

Cid's parlor was coming into view after several minutes of walking and skirting past questionable groups and unfamiliar food stalls, lit up with strung neon lights like hanging wires. A few small crafts zipped by just overhead.

The streets are dirty, wet and littered with unwanted things. Like some of the people here, unwanted or discarded like that box of crackers on the corner. You make sure the coast is clear and pat him to follow as you jog across the cobbled street. There's a giant sheet of what looks like sheet metal, graffitied and dented and more like a makeshift gate for the dingy looks of the parlor.

You waved him inside.

And here Crosshair thought the outside was bare, there were plenty of tables with not enough butts in them. The bar top was empty though a tender was keeping herself busy cleaning a probably already cleaned glass. She set it back on the shelf and grabbed another. A little game of darts was going on in the back, from the looks of it an intense game of Dejarik was also happening when the pair of you walked in.

His helmet scanned the patrons, nothing was a miss or had a warrant from what he could tell. Not that he was going to be arresting anyone, save that bullshit for the regs.

Faint jazz music played from somewhere in the establishment as he followed you to the bar.

"We're looking for Cid." Crosshair spoke first, a knowing but quiet smirk on your lips was just out of his frame. The Trandoshan woman set down the glass on the bar top and leaned on her forearms, she gave you a slight look but eyed Crosshair up and down.

"Don't tell me you're the missing link."

"I don't know what that means."

She snorted. "You're lookin' for Cid huh? what for?"

"Apparently they have dealings with my brothers and that they can help."

"Aha! so you are with those bumbling idiots then, why didn't you say so?"

"Don't be too harsh on him will ya'." You piped in, hopping up on one of the stools, you had your pick as no one else was around. Crosshair looked down at you, unsure if you were sticking up for him or if you knew this hostile woman with the bauble necklace.

"Now why would I wanna' go and do that hmmm?"

You looked around and leaned closer to the woman, Crosshair watched you flip up your eye patch. "Because deep down you're a big ol' softie."

"Put that kriffing thing down kid, I knew it was you!" Cid had shushed you and with her head directed you guys toward the back, to her office.

She shut the door rather quickly, with a swiftness Crosshair was used to dealing with from his own side, not the other way around made him on the side of nervous. He wasn't used to that.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble? I'm already elbow deep with his kind, let alone you too kid, a fugitive!" Cid scoffed and pushed him aside, sitting behind her desk with an annoyed huff. 

"I'm not!" you cried and sat down across from her at the desk, careful of your shiner you held your cheeks while he remained still, behind your chair. 

Monitoring the door.

"Really Cid I'm not, they tried to cut me out of our deal, said it was an equal pay out but they skipped me. I knew the location, the coordinates, how much would be there but they tried to kick me out so I did what I had to."

"Mhmmm. And that's exactly what a skimmer would say."

"I'm serious," Crosshair and Cid both looked at you as you pulled out your hidden satchel, some of those credits could have been used for the docking toll, he thought as you expelled them all out. Imperial credits, a few corners of harvested beskar and bit of calamari flan bounced on her desk. "See? you know what I'm worth, look at this kriff. You really think I would--"

"Okay okay kid, I believe you," she held up a few of the circles of flan to the overhead light and chose to bite into the beskar. "You've got more than enough for a nights' stay. You remember my policy though?"

Crosshair watched you nod.

"I remember."

Cid sighed and gathered what she thought she was owed, passing the flan back to you over her desk, giving your hand a sympathetic pat then. Crosshair wondered what the deal was just before the office door flew open.

"We have acquired what you wanted-- Cross!" Tech flipped up his goggles, making certain that it was in fact his distanced brother was real and in this room. He hugged him instantly, he noticed the way your eyebrows knitted together at the sudden and offhanded show of affection. The bulkiest brother being Wrecker did the same, even lifting him off of his feet.

A few others had piled into Cid's already cramped office, in the same black and red plastoid armor. 

"Crosshair you silly old fool, didn't think I'd see you again brother!" Wrecker settled him down to his feet, batting his pauldron.

"I tried to keep it that way," Crosshair grunted and slapped his arm plates, shoving himself away for a moment. Fearful that his biggest but youngest brother would shove Lula in his face again in front of you. "Put me down."

"Sure thing!" His voice boomed even louder in the cramped back office.

Omega walked in after Hunter, she smiled pleasantly up at him.

Tech tossed what looked to be a fancy looking tablet and a box of special batteries.

"Hi, I'm Omega." The little sister said to you, Cross watched as the others talked with Cid about something just out of ear shot. 

You hunched over, keeping your bad leg straight and Crosshair's heart skipped a beat, he was thankful you had remembered otherwise he would have to fix all his hard work. But would that really be such a bad thing, you did have nice legs after all. Dank Farrik Cross, get real. He grumbled lowly and kept watch.

"Well hello there, nice to see a smiling face around here. This one isn't much for those." You shot him a smirk then listened to Omega.

"No he isn't, but it's not his fault. Not really. He's just stubborn."

"Thanks for the reputation." Crosshair griped.

"I'm Y/N, is it safe for you to be running jobs with these guys?"

"Oh yeah! I've never felt safer, plus their all my brothers," she pointed to Cross then to the animated group around Cid's desk. "We keep each other in line, well for the most part anyway. Wrecker is quite the Bantha in a plate shop."

You laughed and Omega smiled. "I'm guessing he's the big guy, huh?"

"Right. And the one with the goggles is Tech, then there's Echo just there," when you followed her eyes Echo had been looking over at your little group and he gave you a small wave and half a smile. "And Hunter."

"Good to know."

"So," Omega turned back, "What are you doing with Crosshair?"

You slowly turned your head towards him, he knew you're name but you did not know his. Until now, better to keep it as consensual as to not get any sort of attachment. He could just remain a clone to you and nothing more.

"Crosshair, huh? explains the eye."

"You didn't know his name and yet you traveled with him? maybe I should be asking you if it's safe to go on with him." Omega giggled and forced one out of you too.

"Well you did say he was stubborn, seems he lives by the way."

....

"You're much too pretty to be hangin' out with ol' Cross you know?" Wrecker announced and downed a drink at once of the plenty of booths. After his vod's finagling with the parlor owner you all had filed out, in line and sat around, ordered a few rounds and some little snacks.

You were sharing some with Omega when Crosshair looked down the bar as Wrecker sat next to you, nearly blocking you out entirely with his size. He could just make out your arm lift the glass and less of it came back with a little slosh.

"You think so huh? even with the eye patch?"

"Oh for sure! I like it. Gives you character, like a mystery!" He chuckled boldly. 

"Kinda' like us; we're degenerates ya' know?"

You choked on your spit, he clapped you once and you probably could've fallen over by the force. Crosshair pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head a little.

"That's not-" Tech gave you a sympathetic glance while Hunter sat back with a smile. "What Wrecker means is not that we are degenerates, we are defective clones."

"Yeah yeah that, sorry."

You smiled. "I was wondering why you guys looked a bit different from the other clones I've met."

"You've met other clones?" Omega asked after finishing up her snack.

"Sure, there's plenty of them running around. Bound to run into one or two somehow!"

Crosshair felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention, he didn't pull out his sniper rifle but he did press a hand to a smaller and more discreet vibroblade from its sheath on his hip. He whirled around in the hallway and came face to face with Hunter.

His marked brother strode up to him, keeping his voice down. "So what do you wanna' do here, Cross?"

"I don't know. She'll need a new chain code, possibly two just in case. We should lay low for a few days then see if we can get her onto the Marauder without issue." Crosshair tucked his knife away and watched his brother cross his arms over his chest.

"She's coming with us? I thought you just wanted a bit of help."

"That's what this is, Hunter. I'm not just gonna' leave her to the fucking regs! they find out who she really is, Y/N is fucked. Galactically fucked."

Hunter squinted at him, tilting his head up. "Why do you care? what happened to you in a matter of a week and a half brother hmmm?"

"Nothing happened."

"Sure it did. You're sticking your neck out for some woman, she's a real riot and smart but... you don't know her. She could be lying for all we know."

"She's not lying."

"How do you know?"

"I just. Know." Crosshair didn't like what Hunter was implying, not at all. You weren't a liar and you weren't the thief some cheapskates had made you out to be. 

"Well I hope you're right Crosshair."

"I always am."

Hunter smiled loosely, his gaze startled when you swayed into the doorframe. You had a few too many drinks it seemed, a cute smile on your lips and if Crosshair wasn't careful he might've thought for the briefest of seconds that you were happy to see him, to find him. Though it could have been easily mistaken for you drunkenly looking Hunter like some of the other women he knew.

"There you are," you leaned against the door frame, holding yourself up. " 'm getting tired. Can you help me up to my room?"

Hunter winked at his brother and gave him a little push. Punk ass Hunter, Crosshair thought. You reached out your hand as he walked closer, ducking under the archway. He shot Hunter a knowing look only to see Hunter wiggling his fingers playfully before he left the hallway and joined the others.

Crosshair helped you up the flight of stairs, this would definitely be a bitch to get you down rather than up he thought. You pressed yourself into his side for the last three steps, giggling when you weren't wincing in pain. Maybe you would need a more than a few days to heal up still, those bastards must've gotten you worse than he thought.

He watched you fumble with the keycard, nearly dropping it in your drunken state. You smiled sheepishly when the doors whirled to life and opened. You hobbled inside, the lights in the room automatically came on to a soft orange, it was decent, better looking then downstairs he had to admit. You made it to the bed and collapsed with a sigh.

"Thank you Crosshair."

"You got it. You'll be fine for tonight, maybe get some water for later. I'm gonna'-" You suddenly sat up and fixed him with knitted brows. "You aren't leaving are you?"

Cross straightened up and looked at you just the same. "You want me to stay?"

You stared at him for a beat, a beat too long as he felt heat and flame start to smolder his insides.

"Would you? I don't want to be alone."

Crosshair sighed then, he had planned on making sure you got to bed safe and sound before he'd go out the loading docks and crash in the ship he'd acquired, or maybe there was still room for him on the Marauder or maybe even snag a room from Cid like you had done.

He cleared his throat. "If that's what you want."

You nodded and toed off your shoes, stripping out of your mended flight suit over jacket, an almost sheer tank underneath. Crosshair didn't mean to look directly at your chest but it had happened and there wasn't a way of taking it back. He turned around and shut the door, leaning his rifle next to the frame as you made yourself comfortable on the bed.

Crosshair took his time unclasping each piece of his armor, stacking it neatly on the little dresser against the wall. When he was just left in his blacks he turned around, tossing his gloves to the rest of the pile, you were already snuggled down into the blankets. He could make himself a spot on the floor next to your bed which was his plan but then your hand reached out and patted the empty side of it behind you.

He bit the inside of his cheek and climbed into bed with you.

What was he doing?

This was quite out of character for the sniper, he hadn't had this long of an interaction with a woman in... forever. He was used to his vods, to the regs on Kamino, to taking job after job to get the bigger picture into focus. But this was strange new territory, a lay of the land that he hadn't found on any sized map. He was alone in this universe.

And even though nothing was happening, Crosshair laid there looking up at the ceiling, trying to sort out his story that his brothers would no doubt ask in the morning. He huffed and cupped his hands behind his head, absently scratching at his neck.

You were already fast asleep, the room seemed to sense it as soon as Crosshair did and suddenly the lights were pleasantly dimming until it snuffed entirely out, leaving the pair of you in darkness, just a faint hint of orange was lit under the freshers' door.

Then your hand was on his chest and he froze. You took a deep breath and Cross let out the one he was holding.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

[angelltheninth]

The Bad Batch + Soft Sex

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established sex, kissing, body worship, soft sex, handcuffs, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering

A/N: Soft TBB men loving you is all you need sometimes.

Hunter makes sure to worship every inch of your body when you're together, leaving no spot unkissed or untouched. Pays a lot of attention to your neck, its about the marking for him, about the shallow breaths you take when his hands and mouth are on your neck and the way he can see you getting wetter the more closer he gets to your pussy.

"I shouldn't need to tell you this sweetheart but you're makin a real mess down there. I haven't even touched you and you've already shown zero self control. You needed me that badly did you? I can see that, my sweetheart needs my cock doesn't she? I've got you, I'm here."

As rough around the edges as Crosshair can be he can also be very gentle and affectionate when he wants to be. Mind you these moments are rare but there will be times where almost the entire session with be one long foreplay where he overstimulates your body by soft touches to the point where you come just from him putting his cock inside you.

"And people say I can't be patient. I told you to wait didn't I? Now you're done and I haven't even started yet. What will I do? The obvious, fuck you until I'm soft again. You got your release, which I spent hours building for you, you can handle this for me."

Wrecker has the time of his life as he caresses, squeezed and pinches your nipples and your breasts. Almost anything is small compared to his hands but to him you're always gonna be the perfect size no matter what. He can't help but lean down and take one nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble, the other being rolled under his fingers while he eases his fat cock into you and starts a slow, rocking pace.

"Stretching so good around me sugar. Honestly part of me never wants you to be used to my size cause the tightness is perfect for milking my balls dry. These are prefect too, perfect size for me to suck on when I'm like this. Let me at 'em."

Tech honestly loves kissing down your body slowly to get to your thighs and your pretty clit. He's squeezing your thighs softly, massaging them as he introduces the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it slowly. His hands keep moving while his mouth stay mostly on target, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

"You need my fingers too, I can see the way you're pulsing around nothing. My poor girl, you've been feeling neglected haven't you, with me spending all this time away from you. No need to worry, we have time now, let me make up for all of it."

No one ever said that using handcuffs can't be soft. Echo can make anything sweet and nice for you if you just let him. Not only do you let him but you use your legs to pull him closer, you raise your head to see his fingers pull out of you, soaked as he wipes them off on his cock before he smiles at you and slowly sinks every inch of himself inside your throbbing hole.

"I know darling, you've been so good for me, barely a plea from you. I always make sure that you feel good don't I? This is no different, just a few extra steps to make things more fun. You liked it, I know you did, its cute how you pout about it though."

[kiwicopia]

❤️ Crosshair x Fem!Reader | Blurb ❤️

TW: slight spoilers from the new season, fluff with Crosshair, soft touches, written with a female reader in mind.

(🫠 I die inside every time his hand shakes)

Neither of you said a thing when finally left alone together. After all this time, after everything that happened, neither of you uttered a single word. You wanted to ask him so many things, yet bombarding him with questions wasn't the wisest decision right now. He looked lost in his thoughts, which you knew were no doubt muddled with questions of his own that he refused to ask.

His right hand trembled, and he was quick to conceal it with his left. Whatever happened to him had been horrific, though you wouldn't press him on the matter. The silence hung heavy between the two of you, until you broke it.

"Cross?"

Oh, how he missed your voice. He could never forget how sweet it sounded, but he also felt a twinge of guilt in his gut at how worried you were. It was like a vibroblade twisting his insides around, and he hated it. With reluctance, he finally lifted his head and met your gaze. He hated the way your brows furrowed with concern, and the small frown on your lips stirred up feelings he thought died long ago.

"Sorry," he muttered.

It was a soft apology. Perhaps for the way he betrayed his brothers, betrayed you, or for the horrid threats that spilled from his lips when he let you go the last time. Either way, you didn't care. You didn't care for his apologies, having decided to keep everything in the past. Who he was then would be buried, because all you cared about was him right now, in the present.

You scooted closer to him, slowly, yet he made no effort to move away or show discomfort towards your action. "Don't be," you told him. Crosshair looked down, avoiding your gaze once again, and you watched as he rubbed the back of his right hand with his left thumb. "I'm glad that you're back."

"You should be angry." You frowned at his words. "After everything I've done."

His body tensed when he felt your hand on his shoulder, but it quickly relaxed under the gentle touch. "Let's leave all of that in the past," you said. When the man glanced at you, his chest tightened at how softly you stared at him. It was as if you meant your words, but he knew better than to believe they were a lie.

Crosshair gave a slow nod before reaching for your other hand with his right, only to stop short when it trembled again. He grumbled under his breath before he began pulling it away, but you didn't let him. The light shakes that coursed through his hand ceased when yours wrapped around it, encasing it in a soothing warmth that he didn't want to admit that he missed.

The silence that came was no longer awkward, and he let out a small, content sigh when your body finally scooted close enough to press against him. His eyes closed as he finally let himself relax against you, and you smiled in response. "I've missed you," he finally admitted.

You already knew that. You also knew that he missed you as much as you missed him. Even if he wasn't vocal about it, you could always tell with his little actions. The way he leaned into you, how his thumb gently rubbed your hand as it held his, you knew all too well.

He was here to stay. Crosshair would never leave now. He was finally home.

[wenalena]

I had insomnia last night, so I drew our beautiful clones 🖤

(That’s not perfect, but meh…)

[mrcaptainrex]

You Had One Job.

Crosshair x F!Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Established Relationship, Dry/Rude Humor, Mentions of Blood

Summary: When Crosshair risked his life to send his brothers and wife a message, he expected them to heed his warnings. He should have known that his family never does things the way they're supposed to.

A/N: You know when you can never find a fanfic with your specific idea in mind so you write it yourself? That's what this is. This is purely self indulgent, and I'm not apologizing. Happy reading!

"Keep moving, traitor!" The trooper shouted from behind her, and pushed his blaster to her back for good measure.

"Wasn't planning on stopping, asshole." She mumbled to herself. The corridor was dark. The only real source of illumination was the blood-red ray shields containing what must have been hundreds of clone troopers. How could they do this to the men that fought for them so valiantly, not even a year prior? It disgusted her that the Empire was willing to treat its own soldiers this way.

"Stop here." One of the troopers finally barked. She stopped and turned towards the ray shield, but the cell was different than the others. It looked almost like an office. In the center of the room, a man leaned on the desk with a pleased smirk on his face. As the ray shield lifted and she was shoved in the room, she analyzed his face. He had a chiseled jawline, cold blue eyes, and slicked back hair as dark as his aura.

"Ah, the legendary Mrs. (Y/N) (L/N). How wonderful to finally meet you." He smiled. His voice was just as eerily calm as the look in his eyes. She couldn't quite place his intentions.

"Dr. Hemlock, I presume?" She asked.

He let out a slight chuckle. "I am surprised you know that. Very few do."

"Wasn't easy to find out. I actually came here to kill you, but your troopers here took my weapons." The doctor circled her menacingly, as if he was analyzing her.

Hemlock released the handcuffs strangling her wrists and motioned for her to sit. "I'm sorry they ruined your plans. But you and I both know you don't need a weapon to kill me. You could do it right now if you wanted to." As she sat tentatively, he sat on the chair opposite her side of the desk. "And it's getting ever more tempting by the moment, I bet." He teased. She forced herself to appear relaxed, but something about this man felt off.

"I have more self-restraint than that, Doctor."

"Clearly you don't have as much as you think."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Gladly." Hemlock placed a recorder before her and pressed the button.

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Hemlock let the transmission play a few times, allowing her husbands plea to mock her. He took pleasure in the way she became visibly uncomfortable at the sound of her husbands voice.

"I understand. It must have been hard when he abandoned you." If looks could kill, Hemlock would have been slowly crushed under the weight of a tank.

"You don't know him." She hissed. He nodded his head regretfully.

"Correct. Which is what I'm hoping you can help me with." Hemlock stood behind her and bent down so he spoke directly into her ear. "How do I get him to talk?"

"Did you try saying 'please'?" She said sarcastically.

The doctor released a heavy sigh and stood tall again. "I like you, Mrs. (L/N). You're quite funny. But humor and a pretty face will not help you here."

Despite the threat behind his words, she couldn't help but snort. "You really think I'm pretty?" This time, the Doctor did not laugh. He turned to face her again and grabbed her chin, harshly forcing her to look at him.

"Not for long." He said calmly. As he drew his hand away, the woman saw an opportunity. As hard as she could, she bit the Doctor's finger and refused to let go. His yelp of pain alerted the troopers standing guard outside the room. It took both of them to pull her teeth from his finger.

As Hemlock cradled his bleeding hand, she spat his blood and skin from her mouth with a red-stained grin. "Go fuck yourself, Doctor." The last thing she remembered was a harsh force to the back of her head, and falling to the ground.

-

Growing up, Crosshair believed there were two kinds of soldiers: brave, or stupid. Then he met his wife and learned there was a third option: ballsy. He never considered himself one to shy away from a fight, but he'd never met a woman as daring as her. That was once a trait he admired. Hell, it may even be the one that made him fall in love with her. But now, as he watched his wife's unconscious body be thrown into his prison cell, covered in the blood of a fight she undoubtedly started, he wished dearly that she was a coward.

He forced himself to stay seated on the ground until the troopers left. The moment the ray-shield reactivated, he crawled to her awakening body and held her close.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" He cradled her head in his lap like she was made of glass and delicately brushed her tangled hair from her face. "Wake up, you di'kuit!" He inspected the blood seeping from her mouth, and couldn't help the proud feeling was over him as he realized it wasn't hers.

"Crosshair?" She croaked weakly. She felt like she was dreaming. After a year of being away from him, she finally lay cradled in his arms.

Upon hearing her voice, He helped her sit up and began inspecting her body for injuries. "Are you hurt?" He asked. She had never heard him speak with such concern. Sure, he'd been worried for her before. That was only natural in their line of work. But this wasn't worry. This was genuine fear.

"I'm okay," she assured him. "I'm okay." Her words calmed him. However, as his adrenaline wore off, the realization set in

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He whispered loudly.

Well at least now she could be sure it wasn't a dream. That was definitely her Cross.

Like a child, she swatted his hands away from her face and pouted. “I was trying to save you!”

He looked around the cell, and back at her. “Well, you've done a great job, mesh’la.” He leaned back from his squatting position and sat against the wall opposite her. They stared at each other in tense silence for a moment. "You turned yourself in?"

"Please, you think these new 'stormtroopers' could bring me in by themselves?" His face expressed that he was clearly not pleased with his lovers actions.

"Could you explain to me how 'plan 88' translates to 'turn yourself in to the empire'?" He deadpanned.

She snorts. "Oh please, a warning is just a dangerous challenge."

Her carelessness did little to relieve his frustration. "Dammit, (Y/N) you had one job!" He snapped. Feeling his anger begin to take over, he took a deep breath and pinched the top of his nose. "I told you to run."

"And I told you to stay, so I guess know we're even." She rebutted bitterly. She didn't mean to say it, but the way that he reprimanded her like a child enraged her.

Her spiteful response surprised him. He went silent in shame. He never meant for any of this to happen. He wanted so desperately to go back in time. To stand in front of her on that Kaminoan platform one more time and hold her close. To tell her that he would never leave her side again. But unlike his lover, time was not so forgiving. "I'm sorry." He whispered so quietly she barely heard him.

She regretted her words as soon as she saw him shrink like a wounded dog. With a sigh, she scooted across the room until she was sitting next to him. "I really missed you." She said quietly. He looked up at her beautiful warm eyes with his own and practically melted. She cautiously rested her head on his shoulders and relished in the familiar feeling. For the first time a very long time, he allowed a tear to fall from his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look down at her. Instead he opted to stare at the ceiling in hopes that gravity would keep his tears at bay. He didn't deserve this. Her forgiveness. He hurt her badly, and somehow she was able to act like nothing had happened. Why was she so good to him? Hesitantly, he leaned into her warmth and placed his hand over hers. When she didn't recoil, he felt a wave of emotions overcome him.

"I'm so sorry." He said quietly. "You deserve better."

She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled up at him. "You are better." She responded.

He was sure he had never been more in love with her.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

Instead of responding, she gently held his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. It wasn't like their kisses used to be - passionate and hungry. This time, his lips slowly and tenderly molded into hers with nothing but pure love. With every second that went on, his body and mind relaxed more and more. He could taste the dried blood from her mouth, but even that didn't bother him.

Suddenly, a familiar imperial alarm began sounding off, followed by emergency lights flashing. The desire in his eyes faded, and confusion took it's place. His wife, however, looked completely unfazed.

"What did you do?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Remember that digestible tracker Tech was always working on?"

"Please tell me you didn't swallow a tracker."

"He made it meiloorun flavored!" She smiled.

As if on cue, the ray shield to their cell disappeared. "They boys are right on schedule." She stood and offered him a hand to do the same. While he struggled to regain his balance, her grip on his hand remained. "Welcome back to Clone Force 99, my love."

He gawked in amazement at his wife. This woman had been tortured, abandoned, betrayed and humiliated by him. And yet here she stood, after breaking into a top secret imperial base, with her hand extended and a still-bloody smile on her face. (Where that blood came from, he still wasn't sure.) If he could marry her twice he would. "Fuck, I love you so much." He exhaled as he wrapped himself in her embrace and felt relief for the first time in a long time.

[neon-junkie]

In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.9

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2k

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 10 - not published yet]

Chapter 9 - An Excellent Listener

Thank the stars that the Marauder not only managed to exit the atmosphere of Tatooine, but also drift off into hyperspace! Everybody let out a sigh of relief as the stars around them turned into a whirlpool of lights, a sign that you’re finally on your way, with Kamino as your destination.

It’s going to take a few standard hours to reach the terraformed surface of Kamino, so the Batch are up to their usual shenanigans. As for you, you’re sticking to your quarters. That argument with Hunter is still brewing in your mind, and you might as well lock yourself away to prevent your poor Sergeant from being bothered by your hormones.

You’ve spent your time doing some cleaning, rearranging, folding clothes and changing your sheets. A deep clean never hurts, and it can be good for the mind.

But do you know what isn’t good for the mind? Or better yet - who isn’t good for the mind?

‘KNOCK KNOCK.’

“Come in,” you respond without missing a beat.

Tall, slender legs come into your line of sight, seeing as you’re sitting on the floor, rearranging your underbed storage. “Figured you might need this,” Crosshair comments as he enters your dorm, a cup of tea in hand.

“Oh,” you sigh. Crosshair was the last person that you expected to be bringing you a cup of tea. Well, besides Hunter…

Crosshair places the tea on your bedside table, and blankly gestures to your bed. “Sure, you can sit,” you nod.

Once seated, Crosshair rests back on his elbows, really making himself at home. His eyes dart around your room, noticing your decorations, memorabilia and trinkets scattered about. He doesn’t come in here often - if ever - so you can’t blame him for having a browse.

“Comfortable?” you sarcastically comment, seeing as his slender form is somehow taking up half of your bed.

“Not quite,” Crosshair responds. “Need to tuck myself into bed,” he grins, and begins untucking your duvet, earning a slap on the hand.

“I just made that,” you grumble.

“I noticed, fresh sheets and all. How kind of you,” he smirks, finally earning a laugh from you. “Now, stop distracting yourself, and come up here and talk to me,” Crosshair orders, giving the blank space on the bed a gentle pat.

“You want to talk?” your brow raises, yet you find yourself finishing off your organising, pushing the storage container back under your bunk.

Crosshair shrugs. “I figured it’s you who wants to talk, and I’m an excellent listener.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit yourself on your bed, getting as comfortable as you can. Only now does Crosshair’s cologne reach your nose, warm and musky, a comforting scent - but you’ll never admit that to him. Crosshairs shifts upright, now resting against the back of your bunk with his legs crossed. At least he’s not wearing shoes, nor his armour, keeping your bed clean!

You’re silent, so after letting out a sigh, Crosshair starts things off. “Hunter does care about you, you know.”

“Ugh,” you groan, already debating shooing the sniper out of your room.

“He does. That’s why he brought you those supplements. I was with him when it happened. He wouldn’t stop mumbling about your little issue, and figured it wouldn’t do any harm to have that option available.”

“He could have spoken to me about it first,” you shrug.

“How?” Crosshair replies. “We had the option then and there, and it isn’t exactly a conversation to be had over the comm. Might as well buy the supplements, and if you decide not to take them, then that’s your choice.”

“Exactly! I’ve chosen not to take them! Hunter can’t complain about my decision-”

“-But Hunter also has the right to be annoyed.” Crosshair shakes his head. Acting as the mediator was not on his list of things to do today, yet here he is. “When you’re part of a squad, every choice you make has the ability to impact others, including those closest to you. You know what Hunter is like. You’ve seen him suffering from migraines, poor vision, stomach bugs. His enhanced senses come at a cost, just like the rest of us.”

“And what’s your ‘cost,’ hm?” you pry. Sure, you’ve seen Wrecker suffer from his aching muscles, Tech with an inability to switch off his mind, even Echo has had his fair share of suffering, despite not being defective in the Batch’s way.

Crosshair lets out a grunt. “You’ve never seen me wearing my reading glasses.”

“Reading glasses?!” you repeat with a laugh. “I didn’t think that you-”

“-Exactly. I don’t wear them around others,” he waves his hand. “Beside the point, Hunter is going stir-crazy from that scent of yours,” Crosshair boldly points to your crotch, causing you to clash your thighs together.

“So, what you’re saying is that I should start taking them, for Hunter?” you question, seeing as that’s what Crosshair has been hinting at.

“No. It’s too late for that.”

“Well, then what?” you grumble, waving your arms up in frustration.

Crosshair raises his brows, offering you a suggestive expression. “Just kriff him already. Do us all a favour, and kriff him until you’re both satisfied.”

“Crosshair!” You yelp, grabbing a pillow to smack him over the head with.

“That’s Hunter’s name that you should be yelling, not mine!” he smirks, ripping the pillow from your grasp to smack you with, before chucking it across the room. “You need to do us all the favour! Hunter’s been in a sulk ever since you started your strange mating ritual, and the rest of us can’t bare to tolerate him any longer!”

With a huff, you send Crosshair a glare, only for him to mimic it. “I’ll think about it,” you grumble. The thought of sleeping with Hunter has been on your mind, but on your terms - not on Crosshair’s, as strange as that sounds.

“You better,” Crosshair playfully threatens. His arms cross against his chest as he leans back comfortably. “And just think…” he trails off, biting back a chuckle. “…Once you’ve had Hunter, there’s only me left to tick off your list.”

“Oh my stars!” you exclaim, your eyes darting around your room to find something to throw at him in frustration. Your cup of tea? Tempting, but you’d rather drink it. Saying that, you settle on swatting his arm before taking a well-needed drink.

Crosshair laughs. He truly, deeply enjoys winding you up! And it’s your own fault for taking his bait.

“Wait-” you sputter, placing the tea on your bedside table. “How did you find out about the others?”

Crosshair sends you a look, but he doesn’t hold back on the juicy gossip. “Everybody can hear you and Tech kriffling like lothbunnies, you two aren’t exactly quiet. Echo quite openly admitted to it, and Wrecker? Big guy couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it happened.”

Letting out a grumble, you come to realise the situation that you’ve found yourself in. Maybe Hunter was right - maybe you should have started taking those supplements, preventing yourself from sleeping with more than half of your squad.

Then again, you’re having some well-needed fun, and it’s not like your men have any issues with it. If anything, they seem more than happy to help with your biological needs, as well as blowing off some steam. However, you know damn-well that you’ll all need to sit down and talk this through when the time is right.

Maybe once you’ve kriffed the entire squad…?

“Dammit,” is all you mutter as a response. Can you blame them? Wrecker especially? You’re certain that you’d be flexing if you slept with someone such as yourself.

“You poor thing,” Crosshair taunts, playfully sticking out his bottom lip. “But then again, we all saw it coming.”

Darting your eyes to Crosshair, you dare question, “what do you mean?”

The sniper lets out a soft chuckle, his arms crossing against his chest. He shakes his head as he explains, “a pretty girl was assigned to a squad of men. Somebody was bound to sleep with you.”

“You think I’m pretty?” you bat your lashes, which only makes Crosshair roll his eyes. Way to focus on the important points!

“Of course I do,” he scoffs, and you’re almost certain you heard him mumble ‘duh!’ under his breath. “But like I was saying, it was bound to happen, even if we all had a pact against it.”

Mouth hanging open, you question, “a pact? What?!” barely able to hold back on your laughter.

Crosshairs lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I’m shooting myself in the foot here,” he curses, digging a ditch that he’s content on not escaping. “When you first joined, Hunter made us swear not to try anything with you. Said it would ruin the dynamic, and all that. I guess that’s why he’s been keeping his distance, alongside the enhanced senses issue.”

“Are you serious?!” you let out a laugh. Now that is a sight you wish you could have seen! Little Sergeant Hunter asking his squad not to get physical with the Jedi. It’s understandable, yet you can’t believe they had that conversation!

“And Tech was the first one to break it,” Crosshair huffs, although there’s a sense of pride in his expression. “Didn’t think he had it in him.”

Raising your hand, you defend poor Tech. “In his defence, I did pounce on him. He seemed rather eager, though!”

“Good man,” Crosshair comments with a nod of his head. If it had been Hunter who went first, Crosshair would have been beyond furious. But Tech? Yeah, Crosshair has his back. His eyes flick between you, and your forgotten drink. “Your tea’s going cold,” he gestures. You willingly take the mug between your hands, enjoying what’s left of your beverage.

Rising to his feet, Crosshair bids farewell. “I’ll leave you to your… organising,” he shrugs, heading for the door.

As the door opens, you call out his name. Crosshair looks back with his usual monotone expression, but a small smile appears on his lips as you reply, “thank you for the talk… and the tea!”

“Like I said, I’m an excellent listener,” he mindlessly shrugs, and leaves you to it, shutting the door behind him.

Now alone, you question if you have any energy left within you to do some more cleaning and organising, not that there’s much left to do. Your dorm is, after all, as small as it can be. Curse the GAR for always picking the cheap route! The time on your clock reads that it’s late, and the surprise yawn that escapes your lips helps you decide that it’s time for bed.

Hopefully, snuggled up within your blankets, you can plan on how to approach Hunter… or avoid him even more…

[dragonrider9905]

Racing Heart

Chapter 2

(Part 1)(Part 2)

Summery: You catch up with the Batch at last...and you can finally learn the truth about Tech and what he feels for you. Warning: Angst with a happy ending; jealousy; feelings of anxiety.

You pulled the drop of your hood further down to obscure your face and swirled the contents of your drink. The colors spinned and turned but refused to be mixed. The blue and purple layers were separated by a yellow one and when you turned the liquid about, it created a fascinating illusion. The lights were dim in the bar where you sat, but the illumination behind the bar created just enough light to throw beams into your glass. The ice cubes caught and increased the colors. It was a good thing it was all the entertainment you needed because you’d been sitting there a long time. 

“Can you please stop that? You’re making me dizzy.” Your companion grumpily slurred. 

He was bent over the counter, same as you, but his eyes darted to and fro, expertly and unsuspiciously. He turned his glass more gently, as if he were a connoisseur trying to decide how he felt about it. You didn’t understand how he could be so cool and act like he’d belong in any setting. You admired it. You wished you possessed the same amazing tactics but you didn’t. You were easier to read than a book. If it wasn’t for him, you'd have been spotted sooner than a sore thumb a long time ago. You’d been seen as you were, lost and far from home in a big and threatening galaxy full of scary beings. You were good with facts and figures. Data and books and computers. Dealing with people wasn’t really your forte.

Of course all that time in the field refined his talents but it was a talent nevertheless. In fact, if Crosshair hadn’t insisted on taking over at Safa Toma, you would have begged him to. 

You and Crosshair walked into the Safa Toma Speedway like you owned the place. The glare and saunter were natural to him, but for you, well, it was less so. Crosshair rolled his eyes. 

“Could you look any more phony? I asked you not to stand out. Your glare looks like you’re going to combust. Literally screaming “ask me, I have a secret”. Just relax and think about the time Wrecker spilled spaghetti sauce all over that white uniform of yours right before the decoration ceremony, and you had to wear that ridiculous looking jacket that didn’t match your pants in front of the entire assembly.” 

You scowled at the memory and your face heated producing a fine, red blush. You’d had to wear your oil stained brown pants from helping Tech upgrade the Marauder with a spare gray uniform jacket. They didn’t match in the slightest, but were the only things you had in the closet as your spare uniform was dry-cleaning after your latest mission. You were the only one out of the ten receiving metals to look that ridiculous. Wrecker apologized profusely and Tech assured you no one seemed to notice. Maybe he hadn’t, but others certainly did. You were completely and utterly humiliated. 

“Precisely, look annoyed and follow my lead. You’ll be fine. Try crossing your arms. Usually does something for me.” 

You huffed a laugh and the corners of your mouth turned up.

“Wipe that smile off your face.”

“Why? Can’t smiles be just as menacing?”

“Not yours. Yours are always too sweet.”

You had to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult or both. 

“Ooookaaaayyyy.”

“Am I detecting a high level of sass?”

You tried hard not to smile, but a chuckle came out anyway. 

“And they say I’m the difficult one.” Crosshair rolled his eyes. “Just don’t say anything. And try not to look like a lost puppy.”

You arrived at the apartment said to be Millegi’s, the sponsor for the racer named Venim, to test your theory about his association with ‘Cid’. Considering he responded with your cryptic message by saying he’d meet you. You were pretty sure you were correct. 

Upon entering the finley furnished apartment, you saw Millegi sat reclined on his sofa, a hint of malicious humor on his face. He cut right to business just as you suspected. 

“I hear you’re looking for Cid. What do you want with her?”

Crosshair put on his coldest face and crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s say I have unfinished business with her, and I hear you know how to find her.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I know powerful people, and trust me, I’ll make sure you disappear so fast, you’d wish I’d gifted you with death.”

And that’s how you found yourselves sitting in Cid’s bar. Waiting. Forever. Waiting for the runaways to return home. The longer you waited the more you wished you hadn't come. You didn’t know if dreaming about this moment and wishing so hard it hurt was better than the actual waiting because right here, right now, reality was happening. In your dreams you’d run to Tech and he’d wrap his arms around you and everything would be happy and fine. You could control the outcome. Everything would turn out how you planned no matter the scenario.

This was the unknown. You didn’t know what would happen. And to top it off, what would happen, would be final. No more alternate scenarios. No more differing factors. You didn’t know if Tech would even be happy to see you. What if he didn’t even remember you?!? Despite Crosshair’s assurances and annoyance at something that should be obvious (which was honestly more comforting than the assurances) the familiar anxiety bubbled in your stomach and you felt the bile rise in your throat. Unconsciously, your knee started bouncing against the chair. 

“Hunter’ll hear that all the way from the space port.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“This isn’t exactly an easy moment for me, either.”

Your knee stopped bouncing and regret seeped into your bones. 

“I’m so sorry, Crosshair. I haven’t been considerate. I’ve been so focused on myself and my problems…” You sighed and looked down. “I’ve done so much wrong.” You ran your fingers through your hair, trying not to disturb the cloak too much. “I can’t even seem to do right by my friends. You deserved so much more consideration. Your step took more courage than mine; and I haven’t expressed enough how grateful I am that you came with me.”

“You’ve expressed it almost every day since we left.”

You shrugged. “I am grateful. I just want all of us together again, the way it should be. But this waiting is unbearable. Not knowing how they’ll accept us is the worst part. I mean, you’re they’re brother. You’re more likely to be wanted than me.”

“Don’t count on it after our last meeting. Not to mention what I’ve done since.”

“Crosshair—” You’d been over this so many times with him. Thinking of different ways to defend him but he was obstinate in his self-loathing.

“Save it.”

Crosshair glared but the ice melted when he saw the hurt in your eyes. He sent an apology look, not able to find the words he wanted to say, and not even knowing exactly what to say. But spending weeks with Crosshair on the run, you’d learn how to communicate with him this way. You felt you knew him on a whole new level and could talk without words. 

You wished you could still say the same about Tech. 

Then a noise caught your attention. The three patrons who’d been second-handedly annoying the both of you for the past few hours excitedly welcomed someone. 

“Well look who’s back!” the one you ascertained was Bolo, said. 

“Hey, when are we getting another dejarik game! It’s been pretty boring without you.” the one named Ketch added. 

The female pirate by the identity of ‘Phee’ spoke next. You’d been listening to her stories and they seemed too fantastical to be true, but they were entertaining to listen to while you waited. You thought Crosshair’s eyes would get stuck behind his skull with how often he rolled his eyes while she spoke, claiming he had better ‘real’ stories. But he must have enjoyed them enough because he kept listening and making off-handed comments.

“Well look who it is, if it isn’t my favorite group of clones.” 

You peaked in the direction to see the Bad Batch file in and try to scoot past the overly excited, ‘bored’ patrons. Probably to talk to Cid if they had just gotten done with a job. 

“Limping again, Brown eyes? You really ought to be more careful.” Phee put her hand on Tech’s shoulder and you almost lurched at the hint of softness in her voice. He had found someone after all. In the corner of your eye, you saw Crosshair give you a sympathetic look but you refused to meet his gaze. 

“Maybe this was a dumb idea.”

“No.” Crosshair said sternly. You looked up to meet his eyes and saw a kind earnestness in them. “No it wasn’t. No matter how this ends, what they say, we’re out of the Empire and that’s all that counts. I have you to thank for that.”

You smiled faintly. “We could always trek out on our own. I have the brains and you have…well everything else.”

Crosshair chuckled. “Let’s say we get this over with.”

You could only let out a breathy “Okay.”

You were aware of a hush that came over the boisterous group. 

“Who are those two?” You heard Hunter stage whisper. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know he’d crossed his arms and was staring at the two of you. 

“Dunno, they’ve been sitting there since before we came in. Long time.” Ketch said. 

“Hm.” 

You could bet they were sharing concerned looks among each other, trying to decide what to do. Your breathing quickened.

You heard Crosshair’s chair turn. “No one important. Just your brother and your friend.” 

Okay, Crosshair, maybe not the best intro. 

You stayed glued in place, not wanting to face them. 

“Crosshair?” You couldn’t tell which of the brothers said that. All the world started to turn before your eyes. The blood rushed to your ears and you completely missed the exchange happening between the torn Batch. The loud fuzziness overtook all that was happening around you. You were only focused on the void, empty feeling. 

Tech has someone.

“Glad you’re back, brother.” broke through the haze along with the clanking of armor. You could only guess that meant they embraced. 

They wanted Crosshair back. That’s good. Maybe I should just leave quietly…

Maybe you didn’t have a place with them anymore but you did return their prodigal brother to them and that was reward enough. 

Then you heard teary laughing and other clanky embraces. You heard an excited little girl squish her face into her brother’s chest or shoulder (depending on whether or not Crosshair knelt for her or not) and cry happily. 

This was your chance. You moved swiftly and silently like Crosshair had shown you over the last few weeks and made your way toward the back exit. The shadows of the backroom covered you and you took one last glance where the light poured in. You saw happy faces of a reunited family. Laughing and jesting and happy, relieved tears were poured out. Just the way they should be; you felt a smile growing on your face. Yes, all was well. 

You turned to leave with that last happy memory. 

You made your way out the back door and out the alley toward the front entrance and slowly started to make your way to a spaceport to book a passage with the fake ID you made. You had a few credits left. You could get by on them until you thought of what to do next. 

The day was ending and the world was alive. The day-timers were heading home from work and the night-shifters were getting up and going to their posts…or bars. Wherever they kept vigil. That wasn’t for you to know or care. The sun was setting and giving off the most beautiful orange…

You heard your name and you turned around surprised. You knew who the voice belonged to and a part of you wondered if you were dreaming. There would be no way Tech was actually chasing you, could there be? 

You saw him bobbing in the crowd, looking about frantically. You’ve never seen him so scattered. He called your name again, louder, more frantic. If you had half a brain left, you would have answered. But you were tired, numb, and heartbroken. Your feet hurt and you didn’t know if you could face him. Instead of leaving quietly or approaching him, you stood there with your mouth agape, watching as if this were a holofilm and you were not the main character on the screen. You couldn’t be the main character. You’d plain forgotten your lines. 

Your feet decided to move without your brain’s permission. You didn’t know if you were going to go toward Tech or turn away, and you never found out because in that moment, Tech spotted you and your eyes locked. He smiled a full smile and pushed through the moving masses toward you and was by your side in an instant.

“Mesh’la, you’re here! You’re here!” Tech excitedly said. There was a dancing fire in his eyes and a laugh on his lips. “I can’t believe my calculations, you’re here!” Before another moment passed, you were wrapped in a hug. His arms came around you and brought you close to his chest. He lowered his head so it was resting on yours, then stayed silent for so long it started to worry you. Tech was never silent.

“Tech.” Your voice cracked from how dry it was.

He parted and cupped your face.

“Mesh’la.” 

You felt your whole face on fire and you couldn’t look Tech in the eye. Your ears were pink to the tips. You knew what that word meant. He couldn’t possibly mean it. Did Crosshair put him up to this?

“What?” Tech looked taken aback and slightly hurt.

Woops, must have said that part out loud. 

You cleared your throat. “Did Crosshair…I mean…” tears filled your eyes and you sighed. You tried to look anywhere but him but his hand, though gentle, was firm and held your head in place. Besides, you were loath to lose the contact just yet. “Crosshair knew…so I was wondering if he sent you…told you to…”

“Crosshair knew what? Told me to?” He repeated.

You took in a deep breath and held it. You’d say it fast. 

“Crosshair knew that I loved you and was searching for you forever and when I saw you racing I knew I could find you and really wanted to find you so I decided to trust him to see if he wanted to come and we left the Empire together to find you. You’re a good racer, that was good racing.” You let out the rest of the air in a heavy sigh. One breath. 

Tech smiled. “You were searching for me?”

You tried to look at your shoes. “Yes.” Your voice was so small but that was all you had left. 

“You love me?”

“Yes!” That was a little more vehement and you rolled your eyes. You had a transport to catch. If he didn’t mind, you really had to get going. “It KILLED me when I thought you were dead. I didn’t know…”

He leaned in closer to your ear. 

“I love you too.”

You let out a sob and pressed your face into his chest. Your heart felt like it exploded and adrenaline rushed through your veins and you started to feel dizzy. Your muscles relaxed and the tired, achiness returned, reminding you you needed to rest. Tech felt the extra weight and shifted to support you. But your happiness was replaced with confusion.

“But…your girlfriend? How can you love me if you have a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Tech sounded so surprised you had to look him in the face. His eyebrow was up in a quizzical form. The one he always made when he was drawing a blank. You loved this expression because it was so rare, and he could never replicate it when he tried at your request. It was a look of complete honesty. You almost laughed at the hope your heart started to thud to. 

“Phee, the pirate woman…”

“She is most definitely not my girlfriend. Did she say she was? Or did you draw that conclusion from her rather flirtatious greeting?”

“Maybe I did have incomplete data.”

“Did you notice I did not address the flirtations?”

“No…my mind was too busy reeling.”

Tech smiled again, but this time mischievously. 

“What if I give you a better subject for you to meditate on?”

He leaned in and kissed you. Softly and perfectly. You broke it first.

“We’ll have to continue later.” You chuckled, “I can’t stop smiling.” You rested your head against his chest and heaved a relieved sigh.

“I agree, we shall have to continue this exercise later.”

You laughed and started back toward the bar. Tech limped after you and your smile turned upside down. You hadn't noticed before. He moved with such urgency and swiftness. It had to hurt.

“You’re limping.”

“Yes, I had a misfortunate accident on the last mission.” He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“No it’s not. Let me have a look.” You returned to his side and brought Tech’s arm around your neck so he could lean on you for support. “Where’s your ship? Do you have any ice for me to help bring down the swelling, or should I run back to Cid’s real quick to get the ice then bring you to the ship or…” 

You were cut off by Tech’s chuckle. “We have the necessary supplies on the ship. That way.” He nudged his head in the right direction, but his gaze remained on you. It sparkled with all the love and adoration you never thought you’d see aimed toward yourself from the goggled eyes. Your heart swelled and your lips radiated that happiness with the biggest smile you’ve ever made. You were where you were meant to be. You were home at last. 

Dividers by @djarrex and @ve-ti-ver

[reader6898]

Day of Love

Pairing: Crosshair x female reader

Summary: Crosshair doesn't care much for the day of love but for you he's willing to go all out

Warning: cute fluff, Crosshair being a secret romantic, little suggestive at the end

A/n: happy Valentine's day everyone. I've decided to give some love to our favorite sniper. Enjoy!

The day of Love: the one day out of the year that couples get together and celebrate their love for one another with cheap romance cards and expensive dinners.

No one was immune to the nat-born holiday and that included Crosshair. The first time the clone had heard of the holiday he had thought that it was a useless holiday that only the nat-borns celebrated. That was until you came along.

when Crosshair had met you, you had been working at Dex's diner as a waitress while going to University and saving up enough credits to get out of your crappy apartment. Crosshair had needed space from his brothers while they were on shore leave and Dex's was the only place he could think of besides 79s. It had been too early to drink so he had decided on the diner. He had taken a seat in your section away from everyone else and when you had come up to the table to take his order you had taken his breath away. He had been so taken aback by you that he stuttered over his words when he went to order. you had giggled at him and Crosshair could've fainted right there. who knew that the broody sniper of clone force 99 could get so flustered over a woman he just met.

At the end of his breakfast and after he was finally able to compose himself Crosshair managed to muster up the courage to ask you out for a cup caf. You had agreed and Crosshair couldn't have been happier. Crosshair hung out at the diner the entire time and when you finally go off of your shift the two of you ended up at a cute little caf shop just around the corner. You ended up talking about anything and everything until the caf shop was closing and while you didn't want the day to end you had to get out of your uniform and go to your night class. You gave Crosshair your comm number and that night while you were in class Crosshair asked you out on another date and you said yes. After that day everything was history.

Now, the day of love was here and Crosshair was preparing to spoil his beautiful Cyare. After spending weeks of trying to figure out what he wanted to do he had decided on making you a romantic dinner at his apartment. He could've gone the simple route with your favorite bouquet of flowers, dinner at one of those expensive restaurants, and then straight to the lovemaking afterwards but Crosshair didn't want to do any of that. You had deserved better. So, Crosshair decided to make you your favorite dinner and he had went out and bought you a beautiful heart locket that you spotted in a boutique on your last date and placed a picture of the two of you together inside of it. Crosshair didn't actually know how to cook this particular dish so he got help from an elderly twi'lek neighbor who was a chef back on his home planet and showed him how to make it. Crosshair had thanked him and when he told him that he could repay him for his kindness by helping get him around to doctor's appointments and to the store the twi'lek dismissed him and told him there was no need, that he knew what it was like to be young and in love.

The food was now cooking in the kitchen and Crosshair was finishing up getting ready as you were going to be by soon in about twenty minutes. He checked over his clothes one last time and sprayed some cologne you had gotten him for his name day on and once the final look was put together he went out onto the balcony and set up the little table. He threw on a table cloth and lit a couple of candles that he borrowed. He checked on the food once he was done on the balcony and then made sure he had your gift all ready. He let out a sigh as he was satisfied with everything and now all he had to do was wait for you to arrive.

Twenty minutes later you arrive at Crosshair's apartment all dressed up and when you ring the bell Crosshair answers it almost immediately. He gives you a quick kiss in the cheek and takes your coat from you. He hangs it up in the closet by the door and when he looks at you he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be with you. He takes ahold of you by the hips and kisses you on the lips. You kiss one another for a minute and you eventually come up for air. "Hi." "You look gorgeous, Kitten." You smile and lean into Crosshair's embrace. Crosshair takes ahold of your hand in his and leads you out onto the balcony.

When you see the little setup you couldn't help but feel giddy. Crosshair pulls out your chair and you take a seat. Next, Crosshair pours the both of you a nice glass of champagne and takes a seat across from you. You clink your glasses together and you take a sip of the fancy champagne. Crosshair takes the gift he got you out of his pocket and slides it across the table. "Cross, you didn't have to get me anything." Crosshair shrugs. "I know. But I knew how much you've been wanting it since you saw it in the window." You take the small gift and unwrap it. When you open the box you see the locket and look up at Crosshair. "You remembered." Crosshair smirks. "Only for you, Kitten, only for you." You open the locket and see the picture of the two of you inside. "Oh, Cross. I love it." You lean across the table and give your beloved sniper a peck on the lips. "Help me put it on?" Crosshair stands up and goes to stand behind you. He takes the locket from you and places it on you. You look down at it and turn around. "Thank you." Crosshair gives you a smile and places a kiss on your lips again as the timer goes off. "I'll be back." Crosshair leaves and you turn back to your champagne. You take a couple of more sips and after a couple of minutes Crosshair comes out with a couple of plates of food. when you saw that it was your favorite dish you looked at Crosshair as he takes a seat. "You made this?"

Crosshair blushes and rubs the back of his neck. "Well, yeah. I wanted to do something special for you." Now it was your turn to blush. "Well, it looks delicious. I can't wait to eat it." You pick up your fork and dig in. You let out a moan and Crosshair smirks before digging into his own food.

After dinner the two of you hang out on the balcony enjoying the quiet night and when your favorite song comes on the radio Crosshair takes you in his arms and the two of you slow dance to the song.

You lay your head on Crosshair's chest and he holds you tightly as you sway slowly back and forth. The two of you were so lucky to have one another to celebrate the day of love and you wouldn't have it any other way. You look up at Crosshair at the same time he looked down at you and you smiled. "I love you, Crosshair." Crosshair bends down and his lips hover over yours. "I love you too Kitten." He kisses you and you moan a little as Crosshair sticks his tongue into your mouth.

You moan a little louder this time and Crosshair pulls away. "How about we go into the bedroom and I show you another part of me that you love." Crosshair smirks at the same time you blush and Crosshair throws you over his shoulder. You shriek a little and then laugh as Crosshair carries you and walks the two of you through the hallway into the bedroom where you know you won't be leaving for the rest of the night.

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mini rant:

i feel like there aren’t enough inclusive fics. i feel like some people ignore that there are also people of color who adore fictional characters as well. not everyone has pale skin or turn red when they get flustered.

that’s all for my mini rant though! have a great day! remember you’re important and loved.

[zoeykallus]

hiiii, i don't know if you still taking requests, i just wanna say that i absolutely love your writings and they make my day extremely better. I was wondering if you could maybe write something based on the song - those eyes from new west - maybe with crosshair ???

Aloha!

I don't know the song, but I looked up the lyrics. Honestly, I'm not sure if I can really catch this ... theme, with Crosshair, but let me try :)

There is smut in this, but the focus is not the erotic moment, it's more the general intense feelings between reader and Crosshair. I have no idea if this is anywhere near what you wanted, but I hope you still like it either way ^^''

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - I'm All Yours

Warnings: Intense Romance/ Sexual Themes/ Fluff/ Consumption Of Alcohol/ 18+

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Being with Crosshair is like a rush. Intense, sometimes almost surreal. You've been a couple for a little more than half a year now, and every meeting feels like the first date all over again, so exciting, tingling.

You are on a date again today. He had been away for a few days, you hadn't seen each other for almost a week and you can't wait to meet Crosshair. He's standing by the fountain in the park where you always met, away from the busier hustle and bustle of downtown. He is leaning against the rock of the fountain, looking adorable. Much like you remember him. Tall, slender, brooding.

When he lifts his gaze and faces you, his look is so intense it resembles a touch tickling along your back. A barely noticeable smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth, and the toothpick between his lips moves ever so slightly.

He never seems particularly emotional or enthusiastic, but you know he's happy to see you, by now you know his body language, every little change in his posture you can interpret by now. You have learned to read him and that is necessary, because Crosshair rarely communicates himself and his intentions verbally.

He takes the last few steps towards you, picks up the toothpick from his mouth and flicks it onto the meadow to his right. You look each other straight in the eye and his gaze dips deep into yours. You always feel like Crosshair sees what's behind your eyes, he sees who you really are. At first it was a little intimidating, but by now that look into your soul is a comforting tingle.

He kisses you, deeply and long. As your lips part, you say almost in a whisper, "I missed you".

He smirks and says smugly, "Of course you have".

You look up at him, you have a smile on your lips but your eyes have narrowed critically.

"Cheeky as ever" you say, more or less amused "So that hasn't changed in your absence"

He chuckles softly, puts an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

"I've often thought of this very moment, of how we'll meet again" he says and his lips graze your cheek, down to your earlobe "In fact, I've been thinking about you a lot"

You grin in satisfaction and ask, "So you missed me too?"

"You could call it that, I guess," he admits, taking your earlobe between his teeth and lips, nibbling on it gently.

A shiver runs through your body. You can't even put into words how much you've missed Crosshair's every touch, no matter how small. Your hands move to his shoulders and down his neck, your fingers brushing through the hairline at the nape of his neck.

As he kisses your throat you shiver and for a moment you can think of nothing but being in his arms and being caressed by him. He kisses your face, your cheeks, your closed eyelids.

"The thought of you kept me sane out there," he says softly, resting his forehead against yours, "I was thinking about how you look when we make love, when you look at me like that, in that moment just after you climax. How beautiful and satisfied you look at me."

You can feel your face and ears getting warm.

"Did you miss this sight?" you want to know.

"Mmm," he hums in agreement "And we have some catching up to do, don't you think?"

You chuckle shyly and excitedly at the same time, pressing yourself tighter into his embrace.

"I agree"

"Good, because I booked us a hotel room" for the whole weekend.

You beam at him out of wide eyes.

"Are you saying I have you all to myself for a whole weekend?"

The smirk on his face has something mischievous, wicked about it that you can only describe as ravishing.

"And I have you all to myself, I hope," he finally says.

"I'm all yours," you assure him dreamily as you once again lose yourself in his intense, dark eyes.

He seems very pleased with the answer, his expression has something sublime about it that fascinates you. You're not sure if he knows it, but you would do anything for him.

"But first we're going out," he says with a grin.

The 79 is packed, which makes you a bit uncomfortable at first, until the alcohol gradually lowers your inhibition threshold a bit, and at some point you are more or less indifferent to all the clones and other bar guests. You are not often spoken to, the Regs don't like Crosshair very much and the feeling is mutual, so you more or less have your peace, despite the busy crowd.

You've snagged a small corner table with a bench seat. Crosshair has an arm around you and you're both sipping, each on a drink, watching the dance floor. You both laugh at a Reg who is staggering across the dance floor, extremely drunk, throwing his arms around himself and causing the other dancers to dodge him, some of them freaked out.

Crosshair leans toward your ear so you can hear him despite the music, which you feel vibrating deep into your sternum, "If he's not careful, he'll lose his arms."

You have to laugh as you imagine the arms coming loose and flying across 79 while the drunken clone dances on.

Crosshair grins and asks, " Mental cinema?"

You nod and giggle.

Laughing, you say, "But I bet he falls over first."

Crosshair says with a grin, " Bet's on."

You look at him laughing in surprise, "You serious? You think his arms will fall off before he falls over?"

Crosshair says confidently, "At least one,yes."

Confused but amused you say, "Okay what do you bet?"

His cheeky smirk should warn you, but you're sure he's talking nonsense.

"Tonight in the hotel room, if you win you get to pick what you want and we'll do it, if I win I get to pick something".

You look at him checking, your gut tells you he has cooked something up, but logically you should win.

"Okay, I agree!" you finally say.

The two of you watch the clone staggering wildly across the dance floor. It takes a little while, but suddenly, the clone's right forearm detaches, flies through the air, hits another clone right in the face and knocks him out.

You are torn between laughing hard at the strange occurrence being so unbelievable and being confused at what you just saw.

"What the hell?!" you exclaim, laughing.

Crosshair smirks at you knowingly and says, "A prosthetic. If you had looked closely at his right elbow, you would have seen the connectors between the real arm and the prosthetic."

You snort, "That's unfair!"

His grin is so cheeky and confident.

"A bet's a bet" he says smugly "I wasn't hiding anything, you could have discovered that just as easily as I did".

You sigh but smile, "Okay, you win".

His head tilts towards you, he gently bites your earlobe before saying "I think we should start heading to the hotel room now".

A comforting shiver runs down your spine. You look at him and nod. Honestly, you can hardly wait to be alone with him.

Crosshair is above you, his burning hot skin pressed against yours. The reward of winning his bet is the place where you make love. On the sofa right in front of the big panoramic window where theoretically, at any time, everyone can see you. The thought of being seen is stimulating and frightening at the same time, but it doesn't take long for you to completely forget about the huge window to your right.

He looks down at you and everything in him is on fire to see you like this, devoted and helpless at the same time. Crosshair is thrilled that you didn't hesitate for a second when he expressed his desire to take you right here, in front of the window. Your trust in him is like a medal he wears proudly.

As he enters your body, your head falls back, your eyes roll back. You feel him, intense, deep and completely filling you. Your lips part and a deep sigh comes out of your throat.

"Oh Crosshaaaah...!"

He loves that sound coming out of your mouth, the expression on your face as he starts to move inside you. A deep moan comes bursting out of his throat as he pulls his hips back to thrust into you again shortly after.

"You feel so good, Kitten, warm, wet, tight and gorgeous," he growls before devouring your lips in a fiery kiss. Your legs wrap around him, your thighs clamp around his hips, your fingernails trace across his shoulders and back.

It feels so indescribably good to feel him so intimate, intense and close. Your eyes are half closed as you look up at him and see that he is staring at you, taking in your every emotion.

He gives you a sweeping push and murmurs, "Let me hear your pleasure, Kitten."

Your legs clamp tighter around him, as does your pussy, as you let out a moan, triggered by his increasingly frantic thrusts. You know this won't last long, he knows it too. You're both ravenous, crazy for each other.

You feel the intensity building, the tingling in your center increasing like an electric pulse and your thighs begin to tremble.

Like a warning, you moan his name, "Crosshair!"

"I know, me too..."

A pulse, stronger than before, goes through your pussy, you cling to him trembling ecstatically, a long deep moan comes from your lungs , and you feel his cock pulsing inside you as your muscles quiver and he pours inside you.

For a moment you are pressed tightly together, the next your muscles and his ease with a sigh from your mouths. You let yourself fall back into the pillow, a blissful smile on your lips.

You look up at him and look into his face. He is sweaty, he smirks and the look from his intense eyes digs deep into your soul again.

You know in this moment anew you love this man and he loves you, body and soul.

"This is it," he says, "This is exactly what I was talking about, this ravishing expression on your face. Perfect."

You laugh softly and kiss his chin, tasting the salt on his skin.

"I love you, Crosshair..."

He smirks in satisfaction, he knows you are fully His.

"I love you too, Kitten"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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A (Hair)Cut Above The Rest [Hunter x Fem!Reader]

Warnings and Information: Trying to brute force my motivation to write by writing this in the course of an hour or so, so blame any spelling/grammar/plot mistakes I didn't catch in the editing on the caffeine. Undescribed fem!reader. Hunter is not described completely accurately to how he's depicted in The Bad Batch show (meaning not whitewashed) and is having a little hair trouble. Reader helps him out. Mando'a pet names are used. Order 66? Don't know her.  [I got a haircut recently and I'm gonna have Hunter thoughts about it apparently.]

Word-count: 1,688

Through a turn of events that would take too long to recap, it has been you and the sergeant of Clone Force 99 aboard the Havoc Marauder for the past four days, and only you and the sergeant. You haven't minded traversing the stars, just the two of you, but you suspect he's beginning to become antsy for one reason or another the longer you and Hunter have been away on a supply run. 

Several times now you've caught grumbling and grimacing every occasion he has to adjust the crimson bandana for any reason.

He's being as discreet as he can be, but you just get this feeling that Hunter is growing so uncomfortable the longer you're away from his brothers. "How much longer until we get back to the rest of the squad on Saleucami?" When he asks you this question, it's through gritted teeth and measured breathing, like he's trying to reign in his temper or something. Stave off panic, perhaps. 

You look at the astronav and perform a quick mental estimate with a shrug. "Probably a day, or less. Why?" 

"I don't think I can wait that long…" Hunter swears bitterly under his breath as he rips the knot of his bandana apart, and lifts the thick, curled brown hair off the back of his neck. "It's my hair," he explains with a flushing face, "normally one of my brothers helps me with this when it gets too long, but it's just you and me right now, mesh'la. I really need your help. I don't think I can wait another day before I can get this extra weight off my head and neck. Please, Ka'ra…" 

He's near-desperately asking you for help in wrangling his hair, even buttering you up with pet names in Mando'a. Beautiful. Star. 

Before he can beg again, you agree to help. Maker help you for having such a tender heart; never one to turn away a friend in need. "I'm not exactly a cosmetology school graduate, but I'll see what I can do." You just have to grab some items like a few hair clips and something to cut his hair with from your shower kit that's stashed in your bunk first, and then you can meet him in the refresher that's just barely big enough for Wrecker to comfortably fit in to get a handle on Hunter's hair situation. 

"I don't need pretty, I just need it gone." Hunter insists, his breathing a little hitched. "There's just too much weight on my head, ka'ra." He's looking for a place to sit in the fresher, finally opting for the floor. It'll have to do. You have to kneel behind him as you make a quick assessment, and you promise you'll be gentle.

"If I'm pulling too much, you let me know, okay?" 

You start to make the first cut, hoping to whatever higher powers that be in the galaxy that you'll have feeling in your knees by the time you're done. It's not exactly pleasant to put all your weight on your knees for a long time in such a cramped space. 

Hunter comes just short of moaning in his relief as the weight eases off his tender scalp with every careful cut, and every slow pass of the comb through his hair to keep things tidy and mostly blended as you do your best to cut his hair in the tiny on-board 'fresher. You're going slow to start out with, doing your best to avoid sending him over the edge. You're no stranger to the rare instance that touch and taste and sound and smell becomes much too much for the Clone with half of a skull forever painted into the bronzed skin of his face. And you prove your attentiveness by how tenderly you hold the hair off the back of his neck, sensing he needs a break from all the tugging and brushing of his thick head of hair after ten minutes. 

"Thank you… thank you, ka'ra…" Hunter utters, grateful that you offer reprieve without being explicitly asked. He can allow his eyes to flutter closed for a moment and likely lose himself in the constant thrum of noise inside the attack shuttle. "Feeling a bit better already."

"Oh, good. If you want me to let go, or you're ready to start again, just say the word." 

"I appreciate you doing this…" he says again in a fervent utterance of thanks after some time passes by in silence, nodding decidedly when he's ready again. "...I just couldn't wait any longer. It was getting to be too much." 

You pick up the pair of scissors you had set down in order to hold his hair up, and get back into position behind him. "You're welcome, Hunter. Don't want you to be too uncomfortable, now do we?" You've heard his brothers say those words a hundred times over. (But his brothers aren't here with you now. You'll be back to them soon. Hopefully they've kept out of trouble while visiting the Lawquanes.)

Sometimes Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker and Tech say it in teasing, when Hunter's hesitant to go perusing a quaint summer market on Naboo because of the pressing crowds. Sometimes they say it while trying to force him into his bunk, knowing that the careful cocktail of muscle relaxers and pain relievers will knock him flat on his ass once they've kicked in after particularly long missions, and Hunter stubbornly believes he'll lay down in his bunk before they do. 

You've laughed yourself silly listening to Crosshair or Echo scolding him with a stern, mostly concerned "Get back in bed, Hunter!" like a child caught out of bed on more than one occasion as he's tried to stumble his way through the shuttle. "You don't need to take care of that right now, let one of us do it. You're. Drugged. Lay down so the medicine can do its job." 

As more and more hair is snipped free, you see the relief washing over him, the discomfort ebbing away at last. "Feeling better?" you ask, brushing through his ends one last time to make sure it looks mostly lined up. 

 "Much. Thank you, mesh'la…"

You could theoretically have all his hair cut at once, and you offer while you've still got the scissors and comb in your hands, but Hunter thinks he can wait on thinning out the rest when you get back to the Lawquanes with things they needed for the farm. It was just the weight of his hair on his neck that he was struggling with the most today. 

"Well, I'm glad I could help. Hopefully I didn't do too bad a job." you say with a gentle chuckle, brushing the loose hair from his shoulders and sweeping up the mess with the small dustpan set Hunter found somewhere else on the Marauder. He runs his hands through his hair experimentally, and then carefully ties it back with the red slip of fabric he tucked in his pocket. 

"Not too bad I'd say, mesh'la…" Hunter's warm, appreciative grin sends your stomach fluttering at the sincerity, the way his eyes crease ever so gently with the gesture is equally precious. "Certainly a cut above what I could've done on my own." 

"Who usually helps you cut your hair?" you wonder, fixing a curling lock of hair back into place previously trapped under the bandana. 

"Cross does, typically." 

"That's nice of him," you reply with a bright smile, "hopefully I didn't steal all his fun when we get back to Saleucami and he finishes the rest of the haircut." 

Nothing gets past the sharp-sighted sniper: when you disembark the Omicron-class shuttle, Hunter just a little behind you as you carefully tromp down the ramp, Cross stops mid-turn in a game of Sabacc up against Cut, Echo and Tech to voice himself. 

"I told you you should have let me cut your hair before you left, Hunter." 

"You did, yes." 

"And you didn't listen," Crosshair continues, shaking his head almost disapprovingly. Almost. He's slightly more worried than it would appear. "Had sensory troubles and had to cut it, didn't you?" Hunter bobs his head once, and sheds the bandana to allow Crosshair to perform an inspection, Sabacc now abandoned momentarily. "Hmm. Doesn't look half bad this time, Hunter." 

"Afraid I can't take the credit. I asked her to help me." Hunter explains, nodding once in your direction. Crosshair's tone of scrutiny changes, now that he understands it's not his brother's handiwork. 

To his memory, this is the first time you've offered to help Hunter deal with his hair like this. His brother takes good enough care of his hair on his own, save for cutting what he can't see or comfortably reach behind his head, and that's where Hunter usually turns to his brothers for help. 

Wrecker, who's just gotten back from exploring with Omega, Jek and Shaeeah since they saw the Marauder coming in for a landing near the farm not too long ago, sees that Crosshair is still passively fussing through Hunter's recently-cut hair and assumes he's missed the trimming. 

"Hey not bad, Cross! That was quick!"

"Can't take the credit," Cross chuckles softly, nodding in your direction, "but she can."

And there's a little cleaning up that he notices he'll need to do, but otherwise, you pretty much nailed it. "Not bad, doll." Crosshair offers at long last. "Not bad at all. Think you're gonna replace me if I'm not careful." After dinner, time and circumstances allowing, he'll coach you through on how he usually takes care of Hunter's hair when it reaches a certain length since Hunter trusted you enough to ask for help out of the blue, after Hunter recounts the ordeal to his brothers and sister.

"Always happy to help, Hunter." you promise him. 

Hunter returns your friendly smile as he ties his hair back for the time being, saying he'll help Cut gather everything from the shuttle and put it in the shed for the time being before everyone helps with getting things ready for dinner. 

"I'm certainly lucky that you are, mesh'la."

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