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Loyalty // Imperial Crosshair Soulmate AU

Imperial Crosshair AU ~ Failing to escape the empire on your tail while traveling with a data disk intended for the Bad Batch, you crash land on an unknown planet and your mate marker starts ticking down. Love & Fate aren't always on the same side. Cannon wise takes place the day after Cody defects.

Pairing; You x Hunter, You x Crosshair

Warnings; Violence, Smut, PiV, Self Pleasuring (F), Oral (small -f) Momentary Firepunch choking 😮‍💨, Tracking, Crosshair’s Trauma, Torture (mention)

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"The sun is setting!" You screamed into com channel which was code for 'I'm farked, don't send help' the as the Empire continued to shoot down your ship causing you to plummet into the unknown planet below. You set the nose of the ship down watching it burn as you scrambled to the back of the ship grabbing your jet pack, bag and air mask. You holstered your blaster and got back to the pilot seat wanting the flame erupt as you break into atmosphere. This is going to be fun or I'll be dead. You scrambled back to the end ship after you brought the nose up and jumped the moment the ship started burning. Why didn't I refuel my pack. The initial jump knocked the air of you causing you to plummet, you barely managed to turn the pack on before hitting the tree line. Unsteady you flew it into a bush passing out just to awoke by the sound of rustling. Your hand flew to your blaster and you got up seeing the Empire's ships landing way in the distance by the smoke of your crashed ship. Why couldn't I have crashed further away? You got up and kept running, it seemed like hours when you finally stopped wheezing looking up seeing the smoke barely noticeable any more. You looked down to see the count down on the back of your hand start. My soulmate is here? You stared back at the faint hit of smoke, I hope it's just a coincidence.

Crosshair rummaged threw the crash-site with no sign of their defector, "She's not here," he growled to his squad, "Spread out," he ordered, "She doesn't leave this planet." The moment the squad was away he pulled his glove off to look down at his burning palm, the count down on his thumb starting. So... she's here. He tugged the glove on, letting the little compass in his brain take over. He hoped it was just a coincidence that the count down started while he was on an assignment but knew he wasn't so lucky. Eventually his eyes picked up the barely perceptible trace of foot prints, Found you.

The moment you caught your breath you started running again finding a small village, it didn't take long to find out they were rebel sympathizers as you found them pulling rebel flags in a hurry. They saw you and the state of dishevelment you were they invited you in handing you food and cover. Minutes turn into you hours and your timer was still ticking down. You looked out the window of the cottage not seeing any more ships arriving... or leaving for that matter. The glass of water they gave you slipped from your hand and shatter glass along the floor, your hand started burning more.

"What is it?" The elderly woman said looking out the window but seeing nothing.

You quickly took off your bag and rummaged around for a tiny data card, you grabbed her hand and closed her fingers around it, "There coming, I have to go now. I'll be back for this." You scooped your stuff off the floor and bolted back into the woods the pain in your head subsiding. Of course my mate is a slimy nerf herder bucket brain, just my luck. You stopped for a moment debating your next move, I can stand my ground here reject him and hopefully use the pain to stall him... or I could get captured in the process. You spat on the ground in anger. You're eyes scanning the town once more, no ships or advanced tech at least here. Just keep moving. You started running again. Night had already fallen by the time you finally stopped, using a true to support your self your breathing ragged and uneven. You fell to your hands and knees trying to catch your breath. Just my luck, can today get any worse? You let out an audible groan forcing your self to stand. It's dark out, there buckets have infrared. Your eyes found a river and caves in the distance. It can always get worse. You laid low quickly making your way towards it through your bags into a waterproof container and stripping off the first layer of clothes tossing them in the bag which left you bare besides your underwear, chest band and shoes. If I managed to get back to the rebels... I'm never doing a solo mission again. You put one foot in the stream and started shivering the perfect way to cool down your temp. You jumped in smiling along with the river. The cold of it keep you icily alert to every noise around you.

Crosshair eyed the edge of the forest seeing if any of the squad had followed him but it was was alone, even in the dark his eyes surpassed the visors in TK helmets. He found a small town and traced the footprints to the edge and looked around seeing an elderly lady standing in the window looking at him. He smiled watching her close the curtain, he went over and banged on the door. He stated who he was and at the mention of the empire the old lady finally opened the door. He took his helmet off and flicked a toothpick in his mouth.

"I can promise you'll receive worse treatment from me then the Empire," he growled, "Now where is my mate," his eyes burning into her looking for any hints if she was still inside.

"A wanderer left an hour ago," she replied holding her gaze, "Didn't say anything about looking for her mate however."

"Which way did she go," he said biting down on the toothpick making it splinter.

"West."

So she went East, "Thank you," he gridded out tossing the toothpick to the ground and leaving her there, how far are you going to make me chase you. He found the footprints and his legs started moving the pain in his hand starting to burn again. She's been here... more recent then an hour. The foot prints took him to a stream and he looked up barely seeing you in the very distance.

Your arms kept paddling through the water propelling you along with the current, fighting against it you managed to get yourself out of the stream. You quickly squished the water out of your hair and swiped as much water off your body as you could before putting your clothes on. Your eyes went wide finally looking at your hand, 5, you watched as it turned down to 4, why couldn't it be 4 days, no way I'm winning against fate or getting to the caves before that. Fine I'll make my stand now. You grabbed your blaster turning it on the highest stun setting, if I captured at least I get the satisfaction of knocking their egos down a few pegs. You slowly started running towards the caves thinking if by chance you got away they would make good cover. You looked down at your hands 1. You tried to grab your blaster but you already felt the armor pressing into your back and something cold against your throat holding you against him.

"Don't become my enemy," he threatened pulling his rifle tighter against your throat seeing your hand inch towards your firearm.

"I'm already your enemy, Imp," you hissed pulling your hands up and gripping the cold restrain, "Are you choking me with your weapon?" it might have been a lapse in judgement due to the high stress but you laughed which was a mistake because he pulled it tighter making you silent.

"Rather I kill you with it?"

You detached your grip from the metal, squinting at your palm 0, "Yes I would," you spat hearing it land on his shoe, "Hurts less then rejection and no way I ever will be mates with imperial slime."

Crosshair pulled the riffle even taught against your neck eyeing the tree line again, but no movement came, "Walk," he growled pushing you towards the cave.

"Give you the satisfaction of being rejected in private? I rather embarrass you in front of them."

"Walk," he growled pushed you harder releasing the Firepuncher's tightness against you to be a bit more bearable. Even with the armor between the both of you he could feel the bond already started to tug him towards you.

The moment the both of you were at the cave he grabbed the blaster but released his grip on you shoving you away from him. You stumbled a bit but his hand caught your arm and quickly released it when he knew you weren't going to fall.

You let yourself stare at him in full black armor, "of course he's also one of the empires black dogs," you muttered disgusted.

"Black dog?" he asked not having heard the term before.

"And stupid," you rolled your eyes, "Black dogs are their precious obedient soldiers sent to do their dirty work, typically cold blooded killers who don't feel anything," it took all of your restraint not to spat on his visor helmet. You took a couple more steps away from him facing outside the cave, you weren't going to run because he could just chase you down again. You folded your arms over your chest and anxiously bit of your finger tip for a few moments before tucking it into your arm. "I use to believe Fate was infallible," you said looking at him watching you, "I was wrong."

"So it seems," he pressed the button on the side of his helmet relaying into coms his location and that he found the traitor.

He took his helmet off and put another toothpick into his mouth, Now what? He stared at you taking in every color in your eyes, the shape of your lips, face and every curve of your body. "Crosshair."

"What?" You asked getting pulled out of your thoughts back towards him, taking in the slender shape of his face and nose, the bold cut of his nose and jaw and the harsh shape of his cheek bones and the target tattoo of his eye. Then you saw the fresh scarring across the side of his head, He's a clone, your eyes went wide for a moment. He can't be.

"That's my name."

"I don't care," you fronted pulling your eyes back to the forest but you still told him your name to be respectful, "Not that it matters, we won't be mates for much longer anyway," you said kicking dust up, "Should have just gone down with my ship, better death then whatever the empire has planned," you muttered, walking away and sitting against then rock of the cave. You heard him follow you and sat directly in front of you, "What are you staring at Imp?" You growled.

"You."

You rolled your eyes, you knew he couldn't help it. The bond tugging you both together and now it be just a matter of time to either satisfy the carnal urge or reject one another and forever be broken and hollow, which for him probably wouldn't be much more than what he already is. You looked over to see the Empire approaching, never thought I'd live to see the day where I was happy to see them. You stood up wiping the dusk off your butt when you found him directly in front of you his chest nearly touching you, you tried to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and quickly kissed you before releasing you. You wiped your mouth but the damage had already been done, he'd initiated the bond.

"Trust me," he said spitting out the toothpick and putting his helmet back on moments before others had arrived.

Another trooper walked up, cuffing you and shoving your towards the ship. Reluctantly after he pressed a blaster into your back making you start walking towards it. You got into the ship and the trooper clipped your restraints to the bar. Crosshair stood in front of you staring down at you the whole flight. When the ship landed where they took you he grabbed the cuffs and yanked you out of the ship into the building pushing you into an office making your nearly fall into the desk.

"So where's the chip," you looked up to find Rampart smiling at you, "I assume you didn't find it on her or her belongings."

"No, sir."

"I assume you know what comes next?" Rampart said eyeing your controlled composure staring down at him.

"I'll save you the trouble, we both know I won't talk so why bother torturing me?"

"We have new ways of making people talk," he said clipped, "CT-9904 care to explain to me why you initiated the bond?" He said eyeing Crosshair, playing the hologram of the kiss and switched it off.

Crosshair calmly took off his helmet smirking, "Leverage over her. If you can't make her talk the bond could eventually be used to torture her," You looked at him with disgust, you tried to swing at him but he caught the cuffs, "After that I don't care what you do to her," he said coldly.

"She's your mate," Rampart said interestingly.

"I'm a loyal soldier to the Empire," he said shoving you back, not flinching when you fell on your ass, "I will use all of the tools in my disposal to get results."

"I hope my faith in your resolve is warranted. Take her to holding... Keep on eye on her."

Crosshair put his helmet back on, "Yes, Sir," he grabbed your cuffs and pulled you down the hall towards holding which was seemingly next to his room. His eyes flashed up to the cameras closely watching him. He shoved you into the holding cell next to his room and put the ray shield up, "You have 2 days to talk or were both going to be miserable," he growled. Two days to figure out how to get her out of here. Per his normal routine he went down to the mess to grab food and sit noting the whispers had already started.

"His mate is a traitor just like his brothers," he heard a reg snicker, "I bet he's going to defect when they kill her." Crosshair took off his helmet feigning ignorance at the comments and ate his food trying to figure out a plan to keep his mind from wandering to you or what they were going to do with you.

Trust me? As if. You heard the restraints pop off and a bed slide of the wall and a mini refresher come up from the floor with a tiny privacy wall. You moved and laid on the bed staring at the ceiling wondering how you were going to get out of here or if they would be coming even though you told them not too. They'll come loyalty, is everything. Just have to stay alive. Foot steps drew your attention to Crosshair standing at the ray shield with a tray of food.

He put the food on the ground next to the bed, "Be prepared, it's going to hurt," he whispered almost inaudibly that you would have sworn it came from a ghost. He backed out of the room and saw the interrogation droid stick the person in the cell across from you, the person convulsed and then screamed. Crosshair couldn't look at you again, he silently prayed to the maker if you were anything like him you would survive. He walked into his room and sat against the wall laying his head against the wall separated the both of you. What are you doing Crosshair? You don't even know her. You are a soldier. She is the enemy. Soulmate or not. The tug on the wall told his brain a different story.

You felt the tug to the wall behind you, you picked up your food and moved to that spot to eat. You knew he was sitting on the other side of that wall. You already despised him and everything he was but that little tug was the only comfort in the same white room waiting to seal your fate. You sat here eating listening to the screams of the other person across from you getting asked the same question you probably would be 'Where are they?'. They didn't talk and neither would you when it was your turn. You were fast asleep when the alarm started blazing to a familiar face standing in front of you.

"We have to go," he said tugging your arm.

You launch to your feet, "Hunter," the growl comes from behind you.

Both of you stop for a moment seeing Crosshair standing in the hall glaring and his rifle aimed at him.

"You know him?" You asked confused but Hunter was already running again and you heard Crosshair's footsteps chasing behind you and stun bolts go past.

Wrecker and Echo started laying cover fire while Tech was preparing the ship to go, "Take my mate and I'll kill you." The firing stopped everyone staring at him, as his finger switched the gun from stun to blast. The rage boiling over in his eyes.

"Either you're coming with us or reject her now," Hunter glared holding your tighter preparing to throw you in the ship if he chose the latter.

Crosshair stared back at the hall hearing the foot steps of the clone and storm troopers coming. He tossed the rifle to Wrecker and boarded.

"That was unexpected," Tech muttered taking off looking back for a moment at how defensively Hunter holding you while staring down Crosshair.

You grabbed Hunter by the ear and brought him eye level, "Okay bandana, start talking. How do you know him," you let go of his ear giving it a small kiss but still stared angrily at him.

"The Kaminoans was originally made four of us, enhanced clones as you know. Hunter, Wrecker, myself and Crosshair towards the end of the war Echo joined us but to stay on subject when the war ended order 66 was declared the four of defected but Crosshair remained loyal to the empire and stayed. We gave him a chance to leave with us awhile ago and he didn't," Tech said aloud enough for you all to hear.

"How did you not know?" You said pointing to the very obvious mark on your palm, your eyes slitting at him.

"Crosshair is... private, he never takes his blacks or gloves off and never showered with the rest of us."

"You weren't loyal to me and neither was she," Crosshair let out one harsh laugh, sitting down in the familiar seats.

"Her virtue is still intact," Tech called back.

"TECH!" you yelled your face flushing a new shade of red.

"I can fix that," Hunter jokingly before getting serious again, "Tech is correct however, Crosshair."

Hunter and Crosshair returned to glaring at each other, "Both of you knock it off. Speaking of which, where's Omega?" your eyes went wide noticing the missing member.

"She is safe," Echo said taking a seat watching the scene unfold, "Speaking of which what do we do with him? None of us trust him."

"You can drop the three of us off somewhere to... figure this out," Hunter offered said looking at you and the conflicting across your face staring between the two of them, "Do you initiate the bond," Hunter said glaring at him recognizing the territorial posture and rage.

"He kissed me," you felt Hunter go rigid knowing what needs to happen next, he looked at Crosshair's smug expression and balled his fist taking a deep breath relaxing.

"I was going to use it to get her out before you showed up."

"Probably use her while you were at it," Hunter snapped, "Tech are we far enough away from the Empire yet?" He said kissing the top of your head before walking towards the cockpit with Tech and Wrecker, watching Echo get up practically running after him leaving you and Crosshair alone together.

You took the seat across from him, "Being in this... line of work, I never expected to meet you."

"Why haven't you rejected me," he asked flatly.

"You were made for me, I want to know why," you said squinting at him, "and I think I was wrong to judge you so fast," you saw his eyebrow raise, "After seeing me with Hunter you still chose to come but you didn't go with them when they offered... I think this bond means more to you then they know because it's little piece of yourself you've guarded even from them."

He sneered putting a toothpick in his mouth watching you eye them, curiously he offered you one watching you put one in your mouth.

"I sort of see it now," Hunter said watching from the doorway walking over sitting next to you, "You have a point."

"Aren't you betraying your mate too, Hunter," Crosshair growled.

"She's.. gone," you said for him watching Hunter pale, you grabbed his head and laid it on your shoulder, "Thanks to your empire," you added.

"I'm- sorry," Crosshair gridded out, staring at the both of you. He saw pain playing out across Hunter's face then wondered if he would be in that position if they hadn't gotten you out as fast as they did, "Thank you," he forced himself to before staring at the ceiling, not feeling the for what needed to be said. The only plain had use was using the bond knowing if you needed medical attention and snuck you out that way but that was slim at best.

Hunter gave a stiff nod, he raised his nose to your neck sniffing it. The smell was comforting to him, calming but pulled away not wanting to make it worse for Crosshair. "You can take my bunk if you want to sleep so Crosshair can have his back, I know I woke you."

The mention of sleep had you yawning, "Don't you need to sleep too?" You asked.

"Maybe if you asked nicely I'll join you," Hunter felt the death stare from Crosshair, "I need to talk to them about what we're going to and when we can retrieve the data."

"What's on it?" Crosshair asked still staring.

"None of your business," Hunter quickly retorted, "bantha in the room, none of us trust you."

You took the tooth pick out of your mouth to kiss his cheek, "I'm going to back to bed," you said heading towards the bunks feeling Crosshair follow after you, "Let me grab my stuff," you said grabbing the pile of blankets off the bed besides the black one that the bunks came with.

"How long have you and Hunter be seeing each other?" He asked.

"Working together? Almost two months. Romantically? A couple weeks give or take rotations."

"You two really haven't..."

You felt him right behind you, "No."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Maker, Crosshair," you said turning around finding his armor just an inch away from you. You looked up into his piercing strongly brewed caf color eyes. You burned your gaze back at him watching the ice in them melt, "You were my first kiss, if you'd even consider that a kiss."

"And you were mine."

You watched him maneuver around you staying in his armor climbed in the bunk, you watched him relax in it before he noticed pulling the privacy curtain shut. You put the blankets on the bed digging around your tiny trunk by his feet for some basics to get out of the uniform they put you in.

"Go to the refresher, what if someone sees-" Crosshair said pulling the curtain back and quickly closing it seeing your bare back.

You kept quiet, "It's not like there's anyone but us in here," climbed into the bunk curling up into the blankets, their nice warm embrace lulling you back to sleep.

Hunter paced back and forth, "I think it would be for the best if the three of us deal with this while you three get the data card back to Rex."

"Seriously, what's the chance the girl you like ends up being one of our mates," Wrecker laughed.

"Slim, almost zero given how many people their are in the universe... I am thoroughly surprised," Tech replied, "But I do concur the three of you should take... a short shore leave. Especially if he did initiate it their both going to be... irritable," he offered.

"He's already irritable," Hunter scowled.

"That is his personality."

"We have a fun few hours until sun up, I'm going to try to sleep. Try to drop us somewhere... safe? I'm stealing your bunk," Hunter said to Tech yawning, not that he wanted to sleep but he wanted be fully alert for whatever hell that was going to break.

Hunter found Crosshair's privacy curtain half pulled watching you sleep, "So you wouldn't come home for your brothers but you would come home for her."

"Go away."

"Why didn't you tell us how much it meant to you?"

"What difference would it have made?"

"We could have been trying to find her for you."

"If both of you don't shut up and sleep, I will get up and smother both of you," you muttered turning up and glaring at each of them.

"Mesh'la," Hunter said apologetically, "Sorry for waking you again," he turned his back to Crosshair and climbed into Tech's messy bunk.

"We'll figure this out," you whispered just so Hunter could hear, "The data is on the planet I crashed on, Rampart really wants it back." You finally got to sleep after hearing them softly snore knowing.

Crosshair woke first burying his palms in eyes before sitting up on the bunk and staring at you putting his arms on his lap. He stared down at the armor, the black that tarnished his soul and mind. He peeled it off leaving it on the floor. Out of the peripheral corner of his eyes he saw Hunter one eyed watching him, his hand pointing to Crosshair's weapon case tucked away in the corner. As quietly as he could, he unburied it and moved it to his bunk, wiping the dust off of it before opening it. It wasn't his full set of armor but pieces of it and his helmet, along with two extra rifles, his cleaning kit and paint. He must have sat there staring at it until you woke up, the rustling of the blankets finally pulling him out of his thoughts.

You wiped your eyes and looked at the figure before you the plain blacks revealing everything and nothing at the same time, slender muscle tone but not an inch of skin besides his head. His biceps were strong but lean and his thighs were slender but laced with muscle. You blinked several times and forced your stared at the ceiling of the bunk, It's just the bond. He is hot as a planet with two suns. He was made for me, of course he would be hot. It's just the bond wanting to be completed; the urges aren't mine.

"If he wasn't yours, I would be jealous," Hunter said crunching down in front of your bunk smelling the pheromones rolling off of you, "It smells nice."

"Not my fault," you groaned sitting up accidentally putting him right between your legs, watching him flusteredly stand up, "Sorry, it was that or accidentally kick you."

"Should have kicked him," Crosshair glowered.

"You've obviously never been kicked by her before," he said, "I'll make breakfast, we should be landing soon. Getting some fresh air might... help," he said gently caressing your cheek, "and maybe a shower."

You played smacked his hand away, "Yeah, yeah yeah, Mr. Smell's everything, I'll go attempt to freshen up so I'm not a burden on your senses."

"Oh, Mesh'la, it's not a burden. I just wish it was me causing the reaction," he countered playfully rubbing his hand smiling as he headed to get food.

You rolled your eyes, you took off your shirt leaving you in your chest band and took your pants just leaving the shorts on as you dug through your clothes, "Are we going casual or suited?" you called.

"Both!"

You groaned, "I don't ever get to wear something nice."

Crosshair defensively got up and turned his back, "Seriously," he hissed.

"For makers sake!" You said shoving him off balance, the touch sending a little currant down you. He turned back and finding your hands on your hips scowling at him, "Can you resist the urge for one farking rotation? We are both aware there is no such thing as privacy especially here."

"You don't have no problem when Hunter does."

"I know Hunter, I don't know you," you growled back.

"You don't know them, their not who you think they are."

"You're not who I thought you were either," you said shoving him again, "I was expecting my mate to be loyal, independent, does the right thing not some dogmatic cynical hard-nose. I have no idea why fate put us together, at this point it's almost a sick joke."

"You are just like him," Tech said observing both of you, "Direct, unyielding, hard headed," Tech said looking at him for a moment, "defiant, temperamental, persevering but I digress. It may seem like an odd match to you but it was the most logical choice. Unlike the rest of us, he was effected by the chip. We are unaware of it's lasting effects after it's been removed, I am unaware of what was him and what not but I have a pretty good assumption. As much I don't agree with him, he did abandon the Empire on a moments noticed perhaps meeting you changed things. We shall see or we'll be having to rescue you again."

"Do you always talk so much," you squinted, "Even though you're right."

"Yes," Crosshair said bitterly.

"Obviously," Tech said fidgeting with his goggles, "You should go use the refresher," He said noticing the pile of clothing in your hand, "I must talk with him alone."

"No I was not looking-" you heard Tech say as you left. You rolled your eyes quickly slipping into the refresher. Tossing off the rest of the garments finding the obvious big soaking spot that would have been noticeable to both of them. Getting into the shower you could feel the cramping begin in your lower half, "Not right now," you muttered, Sorry Hunter, you thought to your self gently lifting your leg resting your toes on the wall plunging your fingers in. "Fark," you whispered feeling how soaked you were. You let your thumb circle your swollen discolored clit as you aggressively soaked your walls until you found the squishy part at the weird angle you were standing at. You're head leaned back against the wall letting you relax into the pleasure. Bringing your free hand to your nipple you gently rolled it between your fingers with a tug here and there. Your mind kept wondering back to Crosshair's eyes, the spearing dangerous shade of brown and perfect shape of his body. Quickly bringing your fingers to your mouth to bite them as you felt the rush cascade down you and the cramping subside. Twitching you took out your fingers and grabbed the soap to thoroughly wash every inch of you.

Hunter planted himself in a seat and sealed his helmet on which was made with a small filter to help prevent his sensory overload but he could hear your heart racing and the warning. He gripped the arms of the seat, listening to the quiet whimpers and sounds of your fingers satisfying you.

"What is it?" He heard Crosshair ask squinting at him.

"Back cramp," Hunter lied forcing himself to stand up then quickly sat feeling the obvious reaction shift in his pants.

Crosshair noticed it, "Can you hide it better" he growled, "She's mine."

"Crosshair," Hunter heard the tiny plea on your lips before he heard you sink back against the wall.

"I know," Hunter muttered taking a deep breath the scent finally letting up, relaxing into the chair, "That's the only reason I haven't gone in there," he said undoing his helmet using his gloves to wipe the faint sweat at the corner of his temples.

You quickly dried off and got changed spraying yourself down with a little perfume to at least help mask the scent that was surely coming off of you. The moment you open the door you found both of their eyes on you and your face flashed red assuming them both know. Crosshair took four long strides across the floor covering you with his body and both of his arms pinning your shoulders to the wall.

"Couldn't you have waited until we landed?" He asked.

"Mad I didn't invite you?" You said angering noticing how close his hands were pulling your shoulders closer together to keep from any accidental touching, "Maybe I'll just invite both of you next time."

Crosshair punched the wall next you adjusting his legs to hide the erection pressing against his cod piece his breathing getting ragged, "Sorry."

"I know... it's the bond," you muttered not being phased, "I would have done the same."

"Told you it's the logical choice," you heard Tech say scanning the both of you, "Both of your core body temperatures have increased by one point three and perspiration by ten percent, you two should refrain from touching or it's going to get more... insufferable," Tech offered putting the pad back on his belt.

"I'm not a test subject," Crosshair affirmed pulling himself away from you.

"Technically you are," which earned Tech a grimace from both of you.

"Whatever, do you have my pack ready?" You asked folding your arms over your chest.

"Yes, it is a little bigger then the last one however and a DC-15A, it's longer then your last one but it shouldn't be a problem... I should have noticed the obvious connection earlier," Tech said looking between the two of you, "apologies," he coughed feeling stupid for not noticing the obvious.

"Says more about Hunter then it does you," Crosshair said sulking back to his bunk putting his helmet on.

"We're getting ready to land," they all heard Echo say via the com.

Hunter finally got up and followed after Crosshair, "Did you have to punch the ship?" he scowled.

"It was the ship or you."

"Even if she asked I wouldn't have until you two figured it out."

"Oh then you would have," Crosshair begrudged.

"That's not what I meant-."

"Do what you want, it's not like she's interested in me... I'm just a black dog," he got up and angrily shoulder checked him to go stand next to the loading door waiting to get off the ship.

"Crosshair," you said following after him feeling Hunter catch your arm, "Give him a couple minutes first," you pulled your arm out of his hold, "I got this." You walked back there and grabbed his shoulder plate and spun him into the wall this time.

"What."

"Prove me your not one. Tell me one compromising thing."

Crosshair squinted at you trying to figure out if you meant about the Empire or himself. She's your mate, she means you, "I.. like to dance," he whispered knowing it wouldn't save him from Hunter's hearing, "I've always wanted to dance with someone." He tighten his jaw seeing the shocked expression on your face thinking he assumed wrong.

You dropped your arms watching the mild panic at the confession in his eyes, "I've always wanted to be kissed up in the trees watching the sunset," you whispered back. You saw his gloved hand hover next to your face asking silent permission, you gave a sniff nod, feeling his hand gently touch you. You relaxed at the sensation thankful for the thick material protecting you from the electricity of the touch and watched him lean down next to your ear, "Thank you," he whispered pulling away from you.

"It was fair," you countered feeling uncomfortable about telling him something so intimate, your face flushing again. "We should grab our stuff," you said quickly walking away from him finding Tech bent over your pack making the final touches.

"So what were you?" Crosshair asked you watching on quickly you put on the jet pack with ease.

"I think that's obvious," you said tapping the pack with your knuckles, "I taught people how to fly," you said bluntly, "The empire took an interest in that and I exploited it for the information on that drive then you had the pleasure of shooting me down and here we are," you watch Hunter toss you a bag and your discreet rifle case in the shape of an instrument, "So where are we staying?"

"Hotel on the outskirts of town."

"How many rooms?" You apprehensively.

"Three, I'm not stupid," Hunter laughed, "but just knock if you get lonely or can't sleep," he winked, Maybe he has changed because I would have punched me by now, "Anyway, figured we can drink, maybe see how your skills compare, fun stuff," Hunter shrugged.

"Think he'll scream if I play drop him?" You asked, fingers tracing over the pack.

"Saving Echo we had to jump from a height that would kill you unto a moving animal. The fear has been trained out of us, but doesn't hurt to try," Hunter chuckled.

"Heh," Crosshair laughed crudely, "Go ahead."

The ramp fell exposing a pretty empty space port. You waved back to Wrecker and Echo who were watching the three of you leave. Hunter lead the way, the both of you keeping an arms length apart but you noticed Crosshair start hovering closer anytime Hunter got close. The hotel was dingy but definitely off of anyone's radar. Hunter handed you a key card and pointed at the middle room with him and Crosshair taking the rooms on either side.

"What are we doing first?" You asked.

"Figured we could drink then I could stalk you two from afar," Hunter admired, "Just because he needs a chaperone."

"Funny."

"Missed you too, Crosshair," Hunter said keying his door to drop off his stuff.

You keyed your door in finding a comfortable little bed but thankful you packed an extra blanket. You did the general sweep of the room looking for bugs and cameras before moving on and checking the refresher. It was also small but it at least had a little more privacy then the Marauder even if Crosshair's room was on the other side. You found them both already standing outside waiting quickly noticing Crosshairs bare hands and the very visible mark. That's going to get some stares if Hunter's flirting with me. Maybe drinking this early in the day is a good idea after all.

"So dancing?" Hunter asking poking the gundark.

"Shut up," Crosshair snapped.

"I was going to say you should have brought your gloves, where we going as a dance floor like 79's," Hunter said defensively.

"There in my pocket."

"She likes to dance," Hunter smiled enjoying watching crimson blush.

"Oh?" Crosshair asked intrigued.

"She get's real fun after a couple of drinks."

"Hunter!" you said glaring.

He stopped to grabbed your hand kissing it, "Sorry, not sorry, Mesh'la," ignoring Crosshair's daggers, "Just trying to help."

Crosshair squinted at him, does he just have a death wish. He looked at how red you were. A smile tugged at a single corner of his mouth. Crosshair followed the both of you into the already dark lit cantina with people already on the dance floor already hammered. He followed Hunter who was dragging you by the hand to a booth small positioning for you to go in first.

"I'll be at the bar, but I'll be stealing you for a dance after a couple rounds," he said winking leaving the two of you there.

You raised an eyebrow at him watching him walk off, "I think the pheromones are getting to him."

"He's not normally like this?" Crosshair asked, watching you shake your head.

A bartender droid came over and pour both of you four shots before moving to the next table. Both you automatically took the first shot, then the second shot.

"Why didn't you go with your squad?" You asked.

"That's a long story."

"Humor me."

"Loyalty was suppose to be everything, we live and would die for each other. My chip activated... they didn't try to save me from it. I was forced to try to terminate them, something I thought they knew I would never do. They... experiment on me turning the chip up... I didn't have a choice," Crosshair ran his finger around the rim of the third shot and slammed it back, "Finally after getting burnt in that last attempt to terminate them, they had to remove the chip because it was scorched. I could have killed them on several occasions after that and I didn't. Even after saving Omega they still pointed their weapons at me. In the end there was no loyalty, no understanding, no trust, nothing."

You slumped back in your seat staring at him and the sullen expression on his face realizing none of it was a lie. He didn't look at you or at Hunter who heard every painful word.

Grabbing the third shot and slammed it back, "That would have broken me."

"It did."

"Why did you stay with the empire?" you asked.

He slammed the fourth shot and the bartender droid over getting four more. He smiled knowing he was probably going to drink you under the table at the shocked expression on your face. He took the fifth one before answering.

"I spent my whole childhood and early adult life living with people who lied to me who's hands I constantly put my life in. At least with the empire I knew that they were going to continue to experiment on me and exploit my abilities. I rather know where I stand and know the knife in my back is coming. I am a soldier, war and fighting is all I've ever known. I didn't want to spend my life hiding in the sewers like a womp rat. I was designed for a purpose."

You took the fourth shot stacking all of them at the edge of the table, "I misjudged you," you said looking at him, the hand under his chin supporting him as he stared down into his glasses and the bond telling you none of it was a lie.

"I'm still a black dog."

"You are what they made you."

Crosshair looked up at you through his lashes at the conflicted pained look across your face staring, "Don't pity me," he growled looking back down.

"I don't," you said taking another one, "So why did you come with me?"

"Loyalty," he said laughing, "I've always been loyal to this bond... just to find my mate with my brother," the laugh turned bitter and abruptly ended.

"I didn't want to bring a civvie into this," you whispered.

"You should have know if I was anything like you, I wasn't."

"Add that to my list of recent failures," you mumbled staring at the dance floor, "Do you want to dance?"

"I'll watch your drinks," Hunter said appearing at the end of the table. Finally hearing Crosshair's story made him realize the failures they were, he gritted his teeth and kissed your temple, "It's okay," he grabbed both of your hands shoved them together before Crosshair had time to slip his gloves on, "He deserves this," he listened to the rapid change in both of your heart beats, "Per Tech's instructions I was testing you with the off handed comments to see if you'd snap."

"I figured," Crosshair said pulling back his hand sliding out of the seat, watching Hunter slide into the seat. He looked down at you waiting watching you stare at your hand, grabbing your arm as you shakily got up, "I got you."

You heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest but you let him guide you to the dance floor, you saw his hesitation about giving you his hand again knowing it was just going to make the pull stronger. You forcibly grabbed it and put it around you, "Getting cold feet?" you asked sourly. You watched something in him snap.

His fingers buried themselves into your waist and upper back holding you taut against him making you look up at him, "I choose you over The Empire, over my purpose" his chest heaving as his breath tried to catch up his racing heart, "Why did you let me touch your face on the Marauder."

"It... felt like the right thing to do, I know how uncomfortable it made you feel," you untangled your arms from around his neck, both you staring to sway to the music. You felt him adjust his hold taking one arm off from around his neck both of you falling into quick steps in the movement following the rapid beat. It was ecstatic, and erotic the way he way to moved while his eyes never broke their gaze into you but never betraying what he was thinking about or what he felt.

Hunter could smell the pheromones from the booth, he looked down at the shots and helped himself knowing the night he was about to have. Every sentence replaying in his mind. After all of that he still would have let his mate chose me. He looked over at the dance flower watching how interlocked together they were not fumbling or stepping on each other feet just existing as one. Crosshair's face betrayed nothing, no warmth or cold but Hunter could see everything in his eyes as he looked at her. Hunter called the droid over and paid the bill before making his way over after a couple more songs seeing the sweat lining both of them.

"You two should get back to the hotel, the smell is insufferable so I can only imagine..." He watch the sniper's eyes squint to those of a predatory beast waiting to lung at his prey with a quick snap of his jaw to the throat, "Crosshair..." he said putting his hands up taking a very slow step back, "Time's up," seeing the quick territorial maneuver of putting you behind him and hard his chest was heaving with each breath. Hunter knew Crosshair saw him as threat and knew just what his brother was capable of, he took another step back watching him relax faintly.

Crosshair looked over his shoulder down at you, "Is that what you want?" he asked, "because you can reject me now-" it hurt to say but even after laying his soul bare for you he didn't want to force you to pick him knew Hunter was right there was no more time the countdown demanded an answer. He saw the soundless words from your lips, 'Bond with me.' His fingers dug tighter into you and his jaw tightened, his body screaming to have you right there on the dance floor, right for every and him to see. Compose yourself, he seethed to himself, I've ran with broken bones, stared down tanks, and jump from heights, I am a soldier I can wait. He picked you up knowing his restraint was probably better then yours.

"Someone find their mate?" Someone asked Hunter as he chuckled watching him walk away with her cover his shoulders.

"Yeah, my brother."

"Might want to steer clear for the rest of the day."

"You have know idea," he laughed the still being able to smell them, he followed after them reluctantly so he could grab his helmet from his room.

"Crosshair.."

"Yes?"

"How much further?"

Crosshair grinned that he was right, he pulled you down enough letting to wrap your legs around his waist letting his forearm support your but as he fiddled in his pocket for the key, "We're here," he said putting the card to the door and shoving it open.

He gently set you down and you bolted to the refresher leaving the door open and a trail of clothing in your wake until you were just in your chest band and under wear. You quickly flipped on the shower to cold water and put yourself in it. Your body felt like it was burning in every way imaginable and the cold water helped the pain, "They should really write a manual for this," you groan seeing him in the door way down to his blacks and then mess of clothes already folded by the door.

"They did," he quipped taking off his shirt using it to pat the sweat off of him. He joined you in the shower his pants getting soaked but the cool water revealing the burn. His hand snaked around you, fumbled for a moment taking off the bra, "Better?" He ask pressing his chest into your back lining the back of neck with kissed every kissing sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down him.

"Mhm."

"It was hard not to join after noticing Hunter's reactions."

"I shouldn't have made that comment..." you mumbled a wave a regret hitting you as you realizing you were in the shower, "I have no idea how you tolerated that."

Crosshair grabbed your hips and spun you around pulling down your underwear eyeing you the whole time, "Loyalty, I would have respected if you chose him." His eyes dropped noticing the shine clinging to your thighs. He reached out and shut off the water them got down on knees in front of you, "Trust me."

You looked down at him,"Crosshair..." your voice was pleading. He moved himself closer to you and pulled one leg over his shoulder stressing you, "I got you," he whispered.

He pressed his tongue to your clit moving it up and down you, letting tongue trail down just far enough to taste how wet you were. You gasped grabbing the side of head seeing him flinch realizing it was over his scar. You thumbed over it gently watching him shut his eyes tightly just feeling the sensation of you touching him where once upon he was a different better man not the empire's beast. "You're handsome to me." You watched him open his eyes staring into yours, the ice in the depths of his earthly irises dissolving a little further. You watched him move his mouth back to you putting his lips around yours not breaking eye contact for a second besides to blink. You feel his free hand trail slowly up your leg until his fingers were swirling around your entrance collecting your desperation for him on them before pushing two fingers in. You moan not being able to help the tiny arch your back did. His fingers slowly feeling around the ridges and curves of you eventually he found the spot causing you to moan his name. He started stroking the spot harder, when he felt your hand come to his shoulder and he paused.

"I want to you.." you got out the blush coming back.

"We're both soaked, we should dry off-"

"You can sleep in my bed tonight, just please," you were shaking, "Satisfy the bond," you pleaded.

Crosshair didn't need to be told again he took out his fingers feeling you twitch around them. He quickly stood him self up taking off the pants and discarding them there and picked up your burning body laying you on the bed. Your eyes tried down the length of him seeing the extremely hard mass hovering right before your entrance. How was he hiding that. You spread your legs a little further for him.

Crosshair stares at the half lidded expression on your face and the quiver of your lips, "This might hurt..."

You grabbed him causing him to jolt a little as you force his tip in. You watch his eyes change from soft to wild as he forces himself the rest of the way in, his name ripping it's self from your throat. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust to him before he starts moving, enjoying the way your nails dig into him and whimpers caused by every thrust. The carnal urge to have you and make you his flooding his logical brain. The soulmate bond, the most intimate thing in the galaxy finding the other half of your soul being to sense and feel them to have someone at your side you could fully trust but it brought out the hunger of the animal hidden in each of us. Crosshair already knew he was going to be an animal in bed but hated that the bond intensified that feeling but he loved the way it made him burn for you and having you feel the same for him after all he's done, a beautiful consequence of not satisfying bond the passion and need manifesting physically. He enjoyed feeling every thrust stretching you further to making him fit better. You shift making the head of his cock rub the spot every time he thrust and your pleading moans intensify. You watch his face seeing he needs this as much as you need it. He grabs one of your hands moving it to the scar as he lays one hand on the side of your face both of your arms visibly shaking. He keeps staring at you with every ounce of his need and want for you trying to convey the message that the only person in the galaxy who has his loyalty and heart is you.

"Crosshair..." you managed to get out before the orgasm takes you, causing you to tremble head to toe and squeeze into your self. Crosshair continues to pound you through it as he spills everything into you, your walls attempting to milk him for everything he had in him. He groans at the sensation just enjoying the high and being in you for yours. He lays his hips on your feeling you pulsate around him and the warmth of your clit on him, "You were made for me.." he whispered. Both of you still shaking as you feel the intense urge of the bond lessen just a bit, "and we're made for me," you smiled, "Do you want to try that kiss again?"

Crosshair smiled leaning down pressing his mouth against yours, moaning into your mouth at the sensation. Quickly he got better taking your lip between his feeling his dick getting hard again awhile still inside you. He continued to kiss you until then was groaning into his mouth feeling his cock stretch you against him. You gently brought his head down leaving a trial of kisses across the scarred webbing before moving your mouth gently down to his throat taking a portion between your mouth and squeezing it together with your lips letting him gently rock his hips into yours. You looked at the already red bruise and moved to another spot making another one with your teeth. Crosshair was attempting to be patient while you claimed him but the moment your teeth were against his skin he returned the gesture. Each of you holding yourselves to each other throats leaving claim marks everywhere you could without disturbing the other. Sliding in and out, Crosshair lost sight of his focus as the feeling overwhelmed him again to have you. He pulled your mouth away from his neck to clash against your body better. Your hands thing time exploring his body learning it trying to commit every single thing about him to memory. He did the same, using one hand to hold himself up and other to run down your curves to fondle your breast watching your reaction to every touch seeing what you liked.

He stopped, "Was the information on the drive worth almost killing you?" he asked abruptly.

You blinked staring at him, the passion in his eyes but the fear too, "Yes," was all you could say.

Crosshair set the pace faster violently even slamming into you, the rage in him spilling over. He was brutal about his movements moving one hand to desperately cling onto yours. You didn't stop him. You knew what this was about, what he almost did and didn't even realize it at the time. You brought your knees to his hips letting your lower half gently slam into his thrust. He shoved both of your hands deeper into the soaked bed the other hand on the back of your neck tilting just slightly so your forehead was rested against his. Your name snarled from his mouth as you felt him convulse and spill into you again. You gripped you his hand tighter pulling his head towards you unlike his pace had been his kisses were gentle and tender. The kisses where tender enough to make your walls flutter around him, you smiled as he seated himself all the way inside until everything was touching from your legs to lower stomachs. He didn't asked if you were okay, he knew you were built to take it to take him. He pulled himself out and leaned back on his heels staring at you laying there everything on display that made just for you him.

"I'm going to shower," he said looking down at the soaked state of his his crotch, abs and legs.

"Okay," you watched him get up and leave putting a tooth pick in his mouth hearing the water run

As warm as the bond felt you felt empty, Did he just satisfy the bond just to satisfy it? The question played through your head like a broken holo. Yeah the first time is usually fast and messy but it's usually by something warm and tender. You brought your eyes back from the closed door into the refresher sitting up feeling the cum drip down. You groaned, "Messy,' you got up grabbing the spare towel from the rack on the wall putting one end between your legs and the other to blot up the bed. The water was still running but no offer to join him came, you grabbed your clothes loosing putting on a layer before heading into your own room to use the refresher. You leaned against the wall of the shower quickly chasing the release Crosshair had started before he came, "fark," you panted. You took the soap and scrubbed yourself head to toe trying to distract yourself from the nagging thoughts. You shut the water off quickly drying the water off noticing the ache was still down there but it was definitely a lot more manageable. You stepped outside looking down to find a bundle of flowers waiting and Hunter in the distance with his arms crossed. You forced a smile placing them next to the bed. You joined him under the tree both of you just standing in silence until Crosshair joined.

"Done already?" Hunter asked arching an eyebrow.

"Yes."

You noticed this time Crosshair kept his distance, "Wonder what his problem is," you scowled.

"No idea but I would love to punch him," Hunter said in the same ton, "He didn't even take his time the second time and quickly ran off to clean himself."

"It's whatever, we're compatible but doesn't mean we're it into the same things," Hunter arched an eyebrow at your comment.

"He seems to like it rough, not that I apparently have a problem with rough... it just... wasn't what I thought it would be?" You said with a tiny shrug realizing how weird the conversation must have seemed.

"Crosshair has never been someone outwardly loveable person, just give him time. He probably has a lot on his mind, nearly shooting you down probably is at the top."

"I don't know, Hunter... it feels like something deeper is bothering him. I can't explain it."

Hunter side eyed his brother who was squinting at him already, "I think you're right," Hunter took a step away from you seeing his brother relax, "We didn't technically 'break up' before you two... bonded."

You looked back seeing him looking at you then at Hunter, "You should go talk to him," you watched Hunter turn around and walk towards him. You kept your distance watching it quickly turning into a shouting match and jogged over, "What the farking hell happened."

"I told him we were over, it was going fine and I suggested he try taking his time."

"He has not right to tell what to do my bond."

"I... talked to him about it," you said watching the rage in his face in his melt but you couldn't place it, "Once again he was just trying to help. Even though he wasn't asked too," you said pointedly, you tried to reach out and touch him but he moved away, "Crosshair-."

He turned back to the hotel, "Go away." Crosshair's eye stung feeling like a failure as both a man and a mate, "Next time screw Hunter," he growled, "Apparently he'll do it better."

"Crosshair!" He turned and glared at you, you felt what he was trying to hide and the faint red starting to stain in his sclera's, "I know you don't mean it." You watched him march, "Get back here you insufferable ass-" Hunter's arms were bear hugging you holding you in place.

"Mesh'la, let him-" you stomped his foot getting the point a crossed, he watching you run after him surprised that you actually got the drop on his feline reflexes.

You spun him and took to the ground yanking his wrist about his head pinning to him to the ground knowing damn well he easily could have tossed you off. You saw the two tiny tears roll down his check, his averted gaze and seething rage in them. In the bond you could feel it just at the edge of your own emotions, "Crosshair. Look at me." He didn't move then you shouted it at him, his gaze finally shifting to you. "I will let that comment slide because of the one I made. But I am your soulmate and we are bonded, don't you ever say something like that to me again," you growled at him.

"What if I do? I obviously can't pleasure you correctly," he snapped back, "maybe someone else should."

You brought your mouth down to his but he didn't kiss you back, "Fine," you said getting up and off him, "Run back to your precious little Empire with your Loyalty because it's obviously not to making this work." You got back to the hotel and slammed the door before falling to the ground crying.

"Don't you dare go back, Crosshair," Hunter yapped jogging past him, banging the door with his first, "Mesh'la," Hunter rested his forehead against the door feeling like this was all his fault for pushing them together not considering all the invisible scars Crosshair no doubtably had, "After..." the words snuck in his throat, "you helped me, let me help you." He heard the tiny movement and the door opened catching you falling again. He stroked your hair letting you sob yourself to sleep. Hunter carefully placed you in your bed tucking you in stroking the wetness off your cheeks, "I couldn't imagine a better pairing," he whispered. Hunter looked over seeing Crosshair sitting against the wall watching intensely but there was no hostility or angry just what Hunter could describe as thankfulness and longing.

"Tooka," he whispered sitting down next to him.

"Don't ruin this," Crosshair scowled leaning his head back watching you sleep.

Hunter nodded towards you with his chin, "Open up, be tender, and intimate. I know deep down you can be. The bond is still fresh, don't waste that being an ass because your scared to trust and love her. I know we messed up but she's not us," carefully Hunter got up watching his brother eye her hoping he would make the right choice, “Love her,” he whispered knowing he could hear him before disappearing into his own room putting his helmet on.

Crosshair eyed the flowers next to the bed with the words "Finding your other half makes you whole, enjoy each other. -Hunter." He hit his head lightly against the wall taking off his armor crawling into the bed with you entwining his limps with yours. He felt you stir at his presence and he pulled you harder against him, "This is what I should have done," he whispered putting his face in your neck giving each of the marks little kisses. He gently moved himself over you carefully to get the other side of your neck but before placing his forehead over yours giving it a little bump. He wrapped between you and the bed, holding you tight against his chest his other hand going to the back of your head, “I am trying” he gave your lips soft deliberate kisses, “I just… need time.”

You brought your fingers to his scar tracing it watching him close his eyes as you tilted his head to the side get a better look at it. Gently you brought his head down speckling it with even more kisses, “Show me your love this time..” you whispered. Carefully he pulled back undressing you, letting his hands massage down you as he worked off your clothes piece by piece. Ever so gently he placed more hickeys down your down, just faintly not as dark as the ones on your neck. Every mark felt like a physical representation of the unspoken verbal sentence hanging in the air. You ran your fingers across his scalp down his neck to his arms back up and then down his torso mesmerized by every muscle and scar lining his lean form.

His longing exhale set a warm tingle to your core, each touch still hummed with the faint electrical jolt of the bond making him have to bite down on his teeth to control the urgency of wanting to have you. She wants me to take my time with her, I will painstakingly long. Crosshair came back up from kissing down your legs seeing the need written across your face, “Want me to take care of you,” he whispered in your ear. He listen how you begged using his name. Quickly he took off his blacks moaning as his body was flesh against your, sneering for a moment about having to move as he lined himself up. He glided right in with your drenched slick coating him causing him to release a strained sound as your warmth squished him. I could see myself doing this again… on occasion. He stayed there breathing, one hand going to yours placing it in between your chests’ and the holding your head and keeping his weight on his elbow.

You stared up into into the depth of his eyes, this time he wasn’t hiding how he was feeling the pain, the rage, the softest tenderness and the yearning across his face. You thumbed over his slender nose to his cheek bone and up his ear to the back of his head. Just having him inside completing you made you hum with contentment and you knew he felt the same, “I don’t want you to go back…” you whispered feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

Crosshair leaned down kissing each side of your eye, "The only person or thing in this galaxy that has my loyalty is you,” then he gently starting thrusting while holding your lips in his.

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Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)

A/N: I wrote myself into a corner and scrapped my initial ideas for part 2 of Shot Through The Heart. But fear not! For those who wanted more, this is a pseudo-sequel to that fic's premise, updated with all my Season 2 Cross angst. The pay off is worth it, babes.😌

Disclaimer: obviously Crosshair's character arc is still unfolding in Season 2. Writing this on 1/30/23, canon notwithstanding, this is my take on how Imperial S/O Reader and Crosshair would interact after the events of "The Solitary Clone."

Description: Crosshair x Fem!Reader ft. unspoken feelings revealed | Warnings: angst + arguing | Word count: 1,457

★ Bad Batch Tag List ★ @dantes-devil-huntress @sageislostinspring @sweetheart-bo (comment to be added!)

Gif credit: user leavingkamino

Imagine The Empire jeopardizing your relationship with Crosshair

Discipline. Order. Peace through sacrifice.

These are the principles you live by and swore to uphold no matter what. You made a pledge to The Empire, to the galaxy, to protect those principles until your last breath. Such a pledge leaves no room for doubt. You thought nothing could shake your faith in that. A lot can change in thirty-two rotations.

For better or worse, your former commander had been on your mind. You'd only spoken in person once since his rescue from Kamino, and that was while he was under medical watch in the hospital, understandably still ill from nearly dying. Then, you had to hear from another squad about your own being disbanded, news that was not accompanied by condolences. All this had challenged your morale, but no stripped rank or new assignment could erase the fact that you had a history with the clone sniper. It's not easy to forget someone who had your back when others did not. Yet between you being transferred to your new squad, being away on your own missions, and Crosshair not answering half of your comm attempts when you did have time to make contact, you hardly knew what had become of him.

Something made tonight different, however. He had reached out to you.

The sun had already set by the time you reached the agreed meeting place, a rooftop overlook near the Imperial Headquarters. You wondered why a conversation couldn't be had on base in either of your quarters, but perhaps it was for the best; you weren't overly enthused by several of your superiors presently. You lean on the railing and look out over the haze of the city lights against the deep purple sky. The breeze tousles the loose hair from your braid against your cheeks.

The sound of the lift doors opening behind you breaks your concentration. Crosshair steps out, clad in his familiar black armor, his rifle noticeably absent. It was strange to see him without it.

He removes his helmet and tucks it under his arm.

"Hey," you greet, trying to veil your concern, "I got your message. Are you alright?'

"Fine," he says, nodding slightly. A brief silence falls between you as he walks to stand by your side.

"You look well," he says, his eyes fixed far beyond the skyline. He retrieves a toothpick from his belt and places it between his lips.

"You're looking better too," you reply, glad to see most of the pallor was gone from his face.

Silence again. Starting a conversation with Crosshair was typically a challenge, but one you liked to rise to.

"I heard you were deployed to Desix," you offer, breeching the uncomfortable subject. The last time you'd spoken, Crosshair had been your commander.

"I was," he confirms, "The former leader there took an Imperial governor hostage, but it wasn't much of a fight. We reestablished order in the system."

"My squad just had a similar mission on Ansion. We encountered a lot of local resistance. Not everyone is on board with the Imperial plan." you remark with a sigh.

"So it would seem," he responds, his tone lower than usual, "They can't see that we do is for the greater good. They can't just run away from the truth."

With those last words, his demeanor had shifted. There was a shade of sorrow in his voice. It was conflict if nothing else, and you could no longer ignore it. Why had he brought you here?

"What's wrong, Crosshair? Why did you want to speak to me?"

He frowns, looking down over the railing, "You're still loyal."

Dread washes over you. "What do you mean?"

"Commander Cody went AWOL after our mission," he replies, offering little insight. He follows this reveal with a scoff, spitting the toothpick out into the abyss.

"Oh," is all you can say as your thoughts spin. You never met him, but most deployed on Coruscant like yourself knew the name and who he'd served under, "Maybe he got tired of being treated like a lesser solider," you observe.

Crosshair quickly turns you, pointing a finger, "Don't tell me you're questioning The Empire, too."

"I didn't say that. I just mean it's not exactly a secret that clones aren't treated the same anymore. Not like the conscripted soldiers and volunteer recruits," you reply, taken aback by his sudden anger, "Things have changed so much just since I was part of your squad. It's bad enough how they treat you, but then took that away on top of it."

"I don't need your pity," he asserts, taking a step back from you.

"I don't pity you, Crosshair. I never have," you argue, feeling your throat begin to tighten. You hadn't been prepared for this kind of firefight. "I'm just sick of how The Empire is treating you. You were missing for over thirty rotations and no one would tell me where you'd even gone."

"Why do you care?" he replies coldly.

His words sting, but you can't hold back your answer. "Do you really not know?"

Recognition flashes in his eyes for a heartbeat, but his fist is still clenched at his side.

"We're soldiers, Y/N. We follow our orders, we complete our missions, we get it done. If we die, that's our lot."

"I know what I signed on for. I accept the sacrifices," you say, standing your ground, "But The Empire doesn't care if you live or die. You're just a number to them."

"How is that any different than The Republic?" he finally snaps, throwing his helmet down, "I am only doing what I have always done!"

You feel your hands start to shake as you go on the offensive, knowing what needs to be said, "The Jedi wouldn't have left you on that platform."

"The Jedi are traitors," he sneers, baring his teeth, "and what you're saying is starting to sound like treason."

"Do you hear yourself? Is that what you truly think of me, after what we've been through?" you exclaim, raising your arms at your sides, "Crosshair, I'm on your side!"

You'd made a precise hit, both of you feeling the impact. His rage froze over, and your eyes began to blur. You turn your back to him, fighting to regain your fracturing composure.

"The war destroyed my homeworld. I lost everything and everyone I ever cared about. The Empire gave me the opportunity to stand up and fight. To help keep that from happening to others across the galaxy. That means everything to me. I'm not about to throw that away," you say, looking back to see his stony expression had softened a bit, "But I also know that the cause we serve doesn't care at all about clones. It doesn't matter that you're the best at what you do. They're waiting for the day that they can drop you all. Kamino is proof of that."

He stares at you in the dim light, visibly weighing your words.

"You're too honorable to see that, but I won't stand by in silence," you declare, your resolve returning, "Yes, I am loyal to The Empire. But I'm also loyal to those have fought and bled by my side."

Walking over to his helmet and picking it up, you extend your arm and offer it to him. He reaches out and takes it, avoiding your gaze. Remorse covers his face, but he doesn't speak.

You had nothing to lose by taking one final shot.

"I don't care if the Imperials found you. I wouldn't have left you to start with."

All your rounds fired, you turn to leave. Instead, you feel a grip on your wrist.

"Wait," Crosshair murmurs, swiftly pulling you back toward him.

Before you can utter another word, you're face to face, and he's closing the distance. You close your eyes as he captures your lips in a heated kiss and circles his arm around your waist. Your heart races as you kiss him back, resting your hands on his chest as you surrender to the embrace.

At last he pulls away, and you're captive in his intense brown eyes.

"Thank you," he says, his voice hardly above a whisper.

He calmly releases his hold on you, putting his helmet on and walking away. As quickly as it'd began, the passionate moment was over. You watch him enter the lift and disappear out of sight, realizing not only that you'd been right about the feelings between you, but knowing also that your heartache had just increased tenfold.

Forget the blasters. This was no longer a training exercise. A detonator had just gone off, and you felt the shrapnel across every inch of your skin.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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HELLO!! I really like your work! I found you recently, and read almost everything at a time! You perfectly follow the canon of character characters, and how you portray the reader is amazing. Your dialogues and syllable are wonderful, thank you for your work! And thank you for letting me read it all, I really appreciate it!! ♡♡

I would like to request a small angst one shot fic with Imperial!Crosshair, where the fem!reader is a Jedi General. Both had feelings for each other, affection, but they were not officially together. At the time of Order 66, they were on different missions, and met only a few months later. Circumstances of your choice!

ALOHA!! Thank you so much! Really means a lot! So happy you found me and my stuff :)) And thank you for this request, I really dig this idea! I think I will do more than one part, a Short Fic, with something between 4 or 6 Chapters maybe. There is to much potential in this idea to just write a oneshot.

Imperial Crosshair x Fem!Reader Short Fic Part 1/? - My Sweet Traitor - You Never Should've Kissed Me

Warnings: Angst / Hurt

Following Parts:

Imperial Crosshair x Fem!Reader Short Fic Part 2/? - My Sweet Traitor

Imperial Crosshair x Jedi Fem!Reader Part 3/? - My Sweet Traitor - Fate

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"Fan out. She's got to be here somewhere."

The voice under the Imperial Sniper's helmet sounded familiar. Also the way he moved, his stature. You had already felt him in the Force but hoped you were wrong. Crosshair.

Your heart was beating up to your neck. It was fear of being caught but also fear of what the chip in his head had done to him. He had always been special, silent but intense. You could still feel it in his aura and it crept under your skin.

There was a time when you had become close without permission. You had not formed an official relationship, but you were magnetically attracted to each other. Secretly you had exchanged a kiss or two, unobserved, stealthily touching each other in dark corners, longing and hungry for each other. But you never went to the limit and you never talked about feelings.

For in spite of everything, you had both been dutiful. Breaking rules was actually not something you did lightly or even regularly, neither of you.

From your hiding place, lying flat on one of the surrounding rooftops, you saw him send his men out to search for you in the narrow urban canyons of Mos Eisley. Did he know it was you? He knew you were female, he recognized that, but he couldn't possibly have seen your face.

When his troopers had swarmed out and only Crosshair was standing on the small crossroads below in front of the house where you were lying, he suddenly looked up, lifted his helmeted head. Startled, you sank to the ground, hastily, your heart racing.

Had he seen you? You were not sure. Why had he even looked up so purposefully, right where you were? Did he already know you were here? Hastily you crawled to the back edge of the roof and jumped into the alley behind it, grasping the Force. With the Force you cushioned your jump so you wouldn't break your bones.

"Don't move."

It was Crosshair's voice speaking to you. He spoke calmly, drawling, not loud or bossy, but his tone still didn't tolerate any resistance.

You held perfectly still, as if his words had frozen you. You could hear his footsteps crunching on the sandy ground as he approached you. You didn't know why you just did nothing and waited. He grabbed your hood, jerked it off your head and growled, "Turn around. But slowly."

Again you complied with his request. When you turned around and you were finally face to face, your heart wanted to burst out of your chest, it was beating so violently. You were usually calm and collected, but things had changed since Order 66. Most of your friends were dead, your subordinate clones were trying to kill you, and the galaxy was different. No Republic, no Jedi Order. It was hard to stay calm and collected when everything you knew was different or no longer existed, and just overnight.

Crosshair still wore his helmet, but you could see his chest rising and falling heavily. This reunion caused turmoil for him as well.

"I had a feeling it was you," he said quietly from under his helmet, "I hoped it wasn't you."

You blinked. He had not arrested or killed you yet. The way he spoke also didn't seem to you to indicate control by a chip. Confusion spread through you. Was he really working for the empire, voluntarily? After his brothers had been murdered or manipulated, the Jedi virtually wiped out, you couldn't understand.

"Crosshair," you said softly.

You heard him sigh under his helmet. It sounded melancholy, tired and worried, but also annoyed.

"You sent your men out because you knew where I was, didn't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Jedi. You are a traitor to the Empire and will be treated as such"

You blinked. The way he said those words cut deep into your soul.

"Then why am I still alive?" you asked bitterly.

You knew you should fight back, attack him, use the Force, but you just stood there.

Crosshair seemed to be struggling with himself. He hesitated, silent for quite a while. After a while of silence that seemed like an eternity to you, he said, "You never should've kissed me".

Unmoved, you said, "You kissed me first."

"And you were my general. You should have stopped me. And you should have punished me"

He sounded calm and yet his words dripped with pain and regret.

"But why? I felt the same way as you did."

Crosshair blurted out angrily, "It would have been your duty! Instead you gave in to me and filled my head with these thoughts! Love, hope for more. It almost destroyed me!"

You swallowed hard, it felt like there was a thick stone in your throat. Hearing those words not only hurt, they evoked a strange sense of guilt.

"So what now?" you asked very quietly.

He drew his blaster and pointed it at you. You made no effort to resist or flee. You just looked at him piercingly, trying to see the face behind the helmet, and in the Force you felt the few tears he shed under the helmet.

"Good soldiers, follow orders."

So many times you had heard this phrase by now, from different clones. A sentence that haunted you even in your nightmares. Hearing that phrase from him now felt like someone was pulling the rug out from under you.

"I still feel that way," you said softly.

Crosshair murmured, "No you don't."

You knew he was going to pull the trigger and yet you didn't move. The stun shot hit you right in the chest. You were unconscious before you hit the ground, so you didn't notice that he caught you before you hit the ground.

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Highly recommend Killshot by @kaminocasey. This is an AMAZING Crosshair x Reader fic. Each chapter leaves you wanting more. (Just FYI: It is several chapters long and NSFW) I just absolutely love the relationship struggle between Crosshair and reader. Adding Howzer into the mix really spices things up! Love it 😍

LISTEN, I was always just fine with Crosshair as a character until I ventured into writing smut with him. His characterization absolutely lends itself to a more *dominant* and demanding persona behind closed doors, and I think Casey perfectly captures that in this fic. That combined with the cockiness, confidence, and jealousy is SOMETHING.

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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huntershoe · 2 months

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Back to you

Hunter x Jedi!reader

Spoilers for the bad batch season 3 :)

Summary: After a long time, you're finally reunited with your family and your lover.

Warning: Canon violence, Mention of mental and physical torture, slight depressing state, hurt/comfort. Fluff!

A/N: Let me know if anyone would like part two. I was planning on making it spicy ;}

Word count: 2.4k

Part two

It's been months since you got a distress signal from one of your fellow surviving Jedi. Months since you managed to rescue your Jedi friend but sacrifice your own freedom. Months since you've seen your family and your lover.

The last thing you remember from when you were still with the batch was when you were all on Pabu, helping the people restore the beautiful ocean city while you were waiting to get any word from Echo as he helped Rex.

When the only thing missing was Crosshair.

You got the distress signal the same day Echo said he would visit. You knew you couldn't wait for your friend to visit, so with a tight hug, a long and loving kiss and a promise to return safely and quickly, you set the course for your Jedi friend.

Unfortunately, your plan wasn't Vader proof and you ended up captured, switching your place with your friend who managed to escape. You waited for your end, silently apologizing to Hunter and your family, but it never came. Instead, Darth Vader decided you would make a great addition to the imperial inquisitors, so they tried to break you, in every possible way.

For months, they tortured you mentally and physically, leaving you crying and barely alive at the end of every day. But you never broke, no matter what they did to you, you didn't break. There were times when it came close, but thinking of your batch and Hunter gave you strength to fight on.

So when the first opportunity to escape came, you took it. Doing everything in you capacity, even if it meant you'd have to tap into the dark side of the force. Your body had been weakened in the past months, your skin now covered in scars but that didn't stop you and you managed to escape, hijacking an imperial ship and running.

It seemed that even the force was on your side once you coincidentally run into Echo, Rex and the newly forming Clone resistance. But all your happiness disappeared once Echo informed you of the loss they suffered almost immediately you were gone. All those months, just the idea of coming back to your family and how everything would be perfect once again. Everything fell apart and you felt like you were once again in that cold prison cell, waiting for the inquisitors to torture you again. You were falling into the dark abyss, ashamed to even show yourself to Hunter and Wrecker.

It wasn't until Echo came looking for you, four days later. His body radiating happy energy as he practically jumped on you, hugging you and telling you that both Omega and Crosshair managed to escape and were now safely with Hunter and Wrecker on Pabu.

That made you hyperactive, filling you with energy and will to live and both you and Echo were in the ship only few hours later, crossing the galaxy to get back to your family once again.

Three days later you finally made it to Pabu, docking the ship at the top of the city. But while waiting for the ship to touch the ground in a matter of those seconds, your mind betrayed you. Suddenly all you wanted to do was to hide in the corner and dissappear, all those happy thoughts dissappeard, instead being replaced with dark and hateful thoughts. You imagined how Hunter must hate you now that you only returned once everything was alright again. How you dissappeard when they needed you the most. Maybe he's even blaming you for everything bad that happened to his family. Or maybe Omega's the one who hates you now, maybe she thinks that you betrayed them, leaving your family to help someone else.

Your whole body was shaking and you felt like you would faint and when the ramp finally began to descend and the sun shined on your face, Echo had to gently grab you because you swayed like a fragile flower in the wind.

Both you and Echo managed to take a few steps down the ramp before you heard a loud yell. Omega screamed yours and Echo's name, sprinting full speed at you, making you react the same. You yelled her name and she jumped in your arms as you quickly prepared to catch her, hugging her close to you as you began crying, peppering her face with kisses and petting her hair. You managed to crouch with Omega in front of you as you grabbed her cheeks and looked at her more closely, checking for any injuries as she cried telling you how much she missed you.

But as soon as Omegas eyes fell on your face her expression fell as well.

"What happened to your face!" Big tears began rolling down her cheeks as she looked at you. Similar to your body, your face was now littered with both small and big scars, some more visible than the others.

It's been months since you've seen Omega, the young female clone that had unexpectedly entered your life and become like a daughter to you. And after so long, you didn't want your scars to be the first thing you talk about, it was too dark subject to address in the first moments of reunion. So you moved your hands up to her hair, trying to change the subject to something happier.

"Look at your hair! It's grown so much!" You laughed through your tears as you played with the little girl's hair.

"I know, now you can finally braid my hair!" The young girl knew what your were trying to do and played along giggling as she mirrored your hands movements and played with your hair.

You were just about to respond when you both got interrupted by someone whispering your name. Your head snapped behind Omega, falling on a frozen figure, Hunter.

Your body went rigid, completely frozen in time when your eyes meet with his golden ones. Omegas eyes followed yours and once she saw Hunter standing there silently watching, she hugged you one last time before slowly removing herself from you and running towards waiting Echo.

Now that Omega was no longer in front of you, you stood up slowly, your eyes never leaving his as he watched your every move like he couldn't believe you were really there.

Your hands began shaking again and you grabbed your sleeves to try and stop them but to no avail.

"Hunter?"

You whispered back to him, taking a small step towards him. He said nothing, but his body moved and he was by you in the next second, his hands enveloping your body as his own crashed against yours. He squeezed you almost as hard as he could, fearing that if he wouldn't, you would've disappeared again. Hunter buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as your hands slowly stopped shaking and you moved them up into his hair. Your forehead fell on his shoulder as you finally closed your eyes, taking in his warm presence. You both stood there for a long minute, not moving as you both tried to soak in each other's warmth.

You felt Hunter deeply inhale once again, his breath tickling your neck, before his lips pressed against the same spot and he kissed you. Repeating the movement kissing up your neck, slowly coming to your face as his hands moved up to your neck, and his thumbs landed on your cheeks as his eyes found yours again. Hunter breathed out your name again, his face so close to yours.

"I thought I lost you..." His normally smoky voice sounded broken, quiet, like he was worried he would scare you away if he'd talk any louder. His own hands began to shake slightly as he gently turned your face around, his eyes jumping from scar to scar.

"Hunter, I'm so sorry. I tried to get back to you, I really did but they-" You tried explaining yourself as his eyes found yours again.

"When your ship returned I thought to myself at least I got one of my girls back...but then only General Prima came out and she could barely look me in the eyes to tell me what happened..." Hunter let out a sigh as his thumb traced the scar across your lips.

"...I thought I lost you and I couldn't bare to even think of what they're doing to you...I tried get you back every day, you and Omega..." He went on slowly and quietly, his other thumb tracing the scar across your eye.

"I'm so sorry Hunter-" You tried to apologise again but he interrupted you again with his thumb on your lips.

"Just...just promise me to never leave me again...I...I can't live without you." Hunter whispered as one tear left his eye and you moved your hand to his cheek, brushing it away as he leaned into your touch.

"I promise Hunter, never again." You nodded your head as you promised him, your own tears escaping you again and you moved your head, leaning your forehead against his.

Hunter let out a gentle puff of air, making your lips tingle as the air hit them. His own lips ghosting over yours as he whispered. "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner ka'ra."

A small smile appeared on your lips and you gently nodded. "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner ashi dul."

You responded and finally moved, pressing your lips against his into a long and loving kiss.

Hunter's hands moved back down to your waist and he pulled you closer again as his kiss turned more desperate.

Your own hands moved around his neck as you pulled yourself impossibly closer, a small sound escaping you as Hunters hand squeezed your hip and he took the chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue prodded against your lips as he entered your mouth in almost like urgent matter.

You let him take the reins and followed his tempo, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you again.

"Okay, you can continue doing that later! Now it's my turn!" You heard Wrecker before another set of arms snaked around you and Hunter, squeezing you even further and lifting you in the air. Both you and Hunter gasped, breaking the kiss to look at the gentle giant as he hugged you, leaning his head on your shoulders. You chuckled, grinning and squeezing one arm out and moving it to gently pat Wreckers head. "I missed you too Wrecker." Even Hunter managed a chuckle as he heard his brother sniffle quietly.

"We're never splitting ever again." Wrecker decided as he slowly put them down and brushed the tears from his eyes away. "Agreed." You nod, grabbing the giant clone's hand and squeezing it.

"What, no hug for me?" Crosshair's sly snake like voice asked as he came closer and crossed his arms in front of his chest an amused frown on his face. Your head turned in his direction and a wide smile grew on your lips and you gently let go of Wrecker and moved around Hunter, letting your hands to drag across his chest as you stepped closer to his youngest brother. "Crosshair!" You grinned and quickly moved closer to him, enveloping him into a big hug. Your movement surprised him greatly as he was expecting a glare and a witty remark instead you hugged him.

His arms were awkwardly waiting at his sides, debating if he should hug you back or push you away. Alas, you were the only one that hugged him so far and he'd be lying to himself if he'd say he didn't need a hug. So he let his arms slowly sneak around your body and he hugged you back, silently laying his head on top of yours.

"I'm glad you're back with us again." You whispered just loud enough for him to hear and you felt his breath hitch.

He slowly let go of you and stepped back a little, watching the scars across your face.

"Come on, you have to meet Batcher!" Omega gasped, grabbing your hand out of nowhere and pulling you towards what looked to be a excited Lurca hound, running around and chasing Moon-yos. You chuckled at the enthusiasm of the little girl and looked back behind you to your lover and the rest of your family, only to see Hunter slightly glaring at Crosshair and Echo rolling his eyes and pushing the former Sergeant, encouraging him to move, while Wrecker only laughed and followed closely.

Omega managed to introduce you to the lively hound, telling you how she helped her and how they bonded over the time as they managed to survive the empire. Batcher seemed to be the perfect energetic pet for Omega as they began playing together, almost forgetting everyone else that was watching them.

You felt a warm hand on the small of your back and a moment later a warm body pressed against your side as Hunter lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "Come on, you must be starving." He pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead as you turned your head to look at him. "A little, yeah." You confirmed and Hunter motioned with his head to his brothers, before gently pushing you towards the house reserved for the batch.

Hunter whistled, making Omegas and Batchers heads turn, motioning them to follow too.

The shining sun had slowly began to descend as they sat down around the table after they put on some food. They snacked on the delicious fruits, talking about everything, just like they did in the old days, while they watched Omega and Batcher play.

The moment felt perfect, besides the one empty chair, remaining everyone that they will never be complete again. Everything else felt normal, Crosshair's witty remarks, Wrecker's compliments to the food, Echo trying to talk about another one of his missions and Hunter silently trying to listen to everyone as his hand slowly fell on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure you and himself that this moment is in fact real.

Translation:

Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum - Mandalorian way of saying "I love you"

Ner ka'ra - My star

Ner ashi dul - My other half

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cc--2224 · 3 days

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older hunter x reader pregnant in pabu

Next Steps

Pairing: Hunter x F! Reader

Summary: Following the events on Mount Tantiss, Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch are finally able to relax and enjoy the time they have, you and Hunter decide that means planning next steps together.

Warnings: All fluff, slight anxiety mentions, obviously pregnancy mentions as that was the request, maybe slight S3 Finale spoilers?

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Thank you so much for sending a request, anon!! I really hope you enjoy it!! As a reminder, my requests are going to be open for a bit so send me some if you'd like! :)

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added

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Ever since they had landed on Pabu for the last time, they had all finally begun to relax, to plant roots, to get to know the villagers. Even Crosshair had seemed more open to socializing with the locals, to learning their trades.

Hunter had always had trepidations about getting too comfortable.

Back when you had first met, a few years ago now, he expressed that he wanted to get adjusted, to finally sit down and relax but he always felt as if he was looking over his shoulder.

When the island had been attacked by the Empire, you understood what he meant. But everyone was still determined to keep each other, and their mercenary friends, safe.

Part of you feared that when they left to go get Omega back that it was the last time you would ever see them, whether that meant that they wouldn't put Pabu in danger and kept themselves away, or worse. You didn't want that, not only because you liked having them around, liked hearing their stories, sharing meals, but because you knew that you had developed feelings for Hunter in the short time you knew each other.

You couldn't recall a time where you were more worried for someone's safety than you were after they had left Pabu to find Omega.

You wanted to protect him, to make him feel safe on the island, but you also knew that with everything they had experienced, that was easier said than done.

It only became more difficult once you began to fear you'd lose him for good.

So when they finally returned, you decided to throw caution to the wind. You didn't want anymore missed opportunities, he had to know how you felt about him.

You waited for them to leave the Imperial shuttle, and as soon as he emerged on the gangplank, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips into his.

He was rightfully surprised, but after the initial shock wore off, you felt his arms on your back, pulling you into him and feeling like they were going to crush you. He kissed back with desperation and relief washing over him.

When you finally broke apart, you held his face in your hands while his hands stayed firmly on your waist. You felt your eyes water, and you saw the same in him.

"I'm home." He finally said. "And I'm never leaving you again."

It had been years since then, and true to his word, he never left you. He eventually moved his belongings into your house, and the two of you settled into the next stages of your domestic life together. You got to watch as your lives seemed to fall into place. The island changed around you, improvements, infrastructure, villagers’ families growing. Hunter began growing out his beard, no longer concerned about hating the feeling of facial hair against the helmet that he rarely ever put on.

Things became simple, time slowed, your lives could finally begin.

You still remembered the conversation you had one afternoon, sitting on the front porch with him, watching Omega play with Lyana, Batcher, and the other three clone children.

"Do you want one of our own?" He had asked, looking at you earnestly.

You raised an eyebrow, "Want one what?"

"A kid."

You smiled at him and glanced over to the kids playing.

"We have Omega," you reminded him and he chuckled.

"I know, and she'll always be our kid, but she's growing up. Won't be long until she starts living her own life." He looked down at his lap and you reached over to hold his hand, you knew how much the thought of Omega leaving upset him.

"I don't think she'd mind having a little brother or sister." He said when he looked back at you.

"No, I don't either." You drew him close and kissed him on his lips, showing him your agreement to his idea.

— — —

"Hunter? Are you home?" You called out from the entryway to your house. You were met with silence and shrugged.

Must have gone out.

You had gone to the doctor that morning on Hunter's insistence. He had been hovering around you for a few weeks, as if he had been waiting for a shoe to drop. He didn't know what it was about you that was different, something in your scent, or a change in your pulse, something that he could sense but couldn't pinpoint the source.

You knew better than to argue with his keen senses, but you couldn't help but get a little annoyed with his overprotection.

The doctor had confirmed that you were pregnant, only a few weeks along, and you nearly cried at the news. You couldn't wait to tell Hunter, even if you knew he'd tell you he knew you should have gone to the doctor earlier.

You decided to wait for him at home. You put on some tea and grabbed your datapad before sitting on the couch.

He finally walked through the door with some produce from the market, smiling at you when he saw you. He walked past you, but not before kissing the top of your head, and left the groceries in the kitchen.

"I went to the doctor's this morning." You did your best to keep your tone level, ambiguous.

It worked, seeing as how his cheerful demeanor had vanished completely when he poked his head out.

"...And?"

You stood up and looked at him. "Hunter, I–" your voice wavered, partially due to excitement, but partially due to nerves.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as he looked into yours, then down to your stomach, then back up to your face. "You– What?"

Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes. "We're going to have a baby!"

He crossed the room before you could even register that he had moved. His arms circled your waist and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and spun.

When he placed you back down, he pulled you to him and kissed you. Tears began rolling down your face as you laughed into the kiss.

He looked at you and swept his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears even though his own nearly betrayed him.

You didn't hear the door open, but you heard Omega's voice ring out behind you.

"Is everything okay?"

You both looked at her, you smiled and nodded before opening your arm for her to join your hug.

She did without hesitation.

"Omega," Hunter began. "Remember how I asked if you'd be alright if there was another kid running around?"

She looked at him and nodded, but then her eyes widened in realization and she looked at you, then Hunter, and then back to you.

"You're not–"

"I am." More tears fell as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Congratulations!" Her smile widened as she looked at both of you. "I have to go tell Crosshair and Wrecker! They owe me ten credits each!"

She ran out the door before you could stop her and you looked at Hunter and shook your head.

"The whole island will know before long." You sighed.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Are you ready?" You asked him cautiously.

He looked at you, thinking for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, it's been a while since we've settled in here, but sometimes it still feels like the peace isn't going to last. I know that's just my own anxieties, but it's hard to shake the feeling, you know?"

You nodded and looked down. He put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

"But, we have each other through this. I won't let anything happen to you, or our kid. So I think I am. It helps knowing how much support they'll have when they get here. And how wonderful of a mother they're going to have."

You leaned into his chest. "And father."

You felt a laugh rumble from him. This was the next step for both of you, and it was a scary step to take, but despite Hunter's worries, you knew you were both ready to face this together.

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nahoney22 · 1 month

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Vanished in Fire

GN!Reader X The Bad Batch

word count: 1k

You awake after the attack to find out that not all of you remained on Pabu.

warnings: Spoilers for Episode 11. Angst, mentions of injury, fire, war, grief, sad clones, crying. one curse word. Gender neutral reader.

authors note: crying.

The dull ache in your body gradually stirs you awake, the memories of the sudden attack swirling hazily until your eyes adjust to the soft light filtering into the room. A panicked voice breaks through the fog, and you turn your head to see Omega's friend, Lyana, kneeling beside you, her expression etched with deep concern.

"Are you alright?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly with worry.

"I... I think so," you reply tentatively, uncertainty lacing your words as you carefully sit up, the ache intensifying with the movement. "Or maybe not."

Battling away the pain, your attention swiftly shifts as you catch sight of Wrecker, unconscious, on the other side of the room.

"Wrecker!" You pushed through the discomfort, rushing to his side and taking his hand in yours as you gaze down at him. Then, the memories flood back.

Wrecker's panicked scream, the blinding flash of light, and the overwhelming heat—all come rushing back in a torrent. The Marauder, your sanctuary and home, reduced to ash in an instant. "Is he okay?" you ask aloud, AZI suddenly materialising by your side to provide reassurance that Wrecker's vital signs are stable.

"What a mess," you murmur, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you try to process the devastation. "Where are the others?"

As you observe Lyana's uneasy demeanor, a sinking feeling washes over you. "Lyana, what's wrong?"

She fidgets with her hands, her expression weighed down by sadness. "She was here... with Crosshair."

Your heart skips a beat. "And were they alright? Where did they go?" You press, lowering yourself to her eye level, your concern palpable.

Lyana's voice quivers as she speaks, tears welling in her eyes. "I overheard her telling Crosshair that she was going to surrender... to protect us."

Your breath catches in your throat as panic grips you. You know Omega's selflessness, but you can't bear the thought of her facing such danger alone. Determination floods your veins. You have to find Omega and Crosshair before it's too late.

"Comm me as soon as Wrecker wakes up; I need to find the others," you instruct urgently, your tone commanding as you brush off AZI's and Lyana's pleas for you to rest. The thought of losing Omega again drives you forward.

Stepping out into the darkness, you move swiftly, avoiding any beams of light that might give away your position. Attempting to contact Crosshair, Hunter, and Omega yields no responses, intensifying your growing panic.

As you navigate through the shadows, dodging Imperial patrols, a ship speeds off in the distance, triggering a surge of fear within you. Leaping over a wall, you spot a solitary figure gazing into the distance.

"Crosshair?" you call out, breathless and fighting back nausea. "Where's Omega?"

No response.

You seize his arm, shaking him desperately. "Crosshair? Answer me!"

He bows his head in silence.

"Crosshair, please," you plead, frustration and despair bubbling within you. "Where is she?"

But, like before, he remains mute.

Rage flares within you, mingling with the despair threatening to overwhelm you. "Don't you dare shut me out again, Crosshair! Answer me, damn it!"

"She's gone," he finally murmurs.

Your breath catches in your throat, tears stinging your eyes. "Gone where?" You knew. But you needed to hear it.

He finally turns his head towards you, his visor concealing his emotions. "I missed my shot."

Your eyes widen in horror as the gut-wrenching realisation hits you like a blow to the stomach. You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "No... no, no, no, you didn't miss. You can't have..."

"I did," he interrupts, the weight of failure evident in his tone. "I... I failed her."

A choked sob escapes your lips as your hand flies to your mouth, your knees giving way beneath you. Just as you had her back, she slipped through your grasp once again. "Why? Why would she do this?" you cry aloud, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

"It was her choice. We had a plan," Crosshair explains, his voice heavy with remorse. "But I fucking missed."

You sniffle, trying to steady your breathing as you rise to your feet. "It's not your fault," you assure him, mustering all the strength you can. "She trusts you."

He sighs heavily, standing stiff as you wrap your arms around him, offering comfort even if he doesn't reciprocate. You just need him to know that you don't blame him.

In silence, you both stand together, the occasional sniffle emanating from his modulator and from you, until a voice shatters the stillness.

Turning, you see Hunter, his armor and hair soaked, with Batcher by his side, breathing heavily. "Where is she?"

Words fail you, and Crosshair, as you both meet Hunter's gaze. His quivering lip betrays the grief he senses from you both.

"I'm sorry, Hunter," Crosshair finally manages, and Hunter's anguish is palpable. He turns away from both of you, hands gripping his hair as he hunches over. His shoulders shake with silent sobs, his own grief laid bare. Omega, a sister and daughter to him, is gone once more.

You watch helplessly as Hunter's grief consumes him, the weight of loss palpable in the air. His entire being seems to collapse under the weight of the news, his shoulders slumping as he struggles to process the enormity of the situation. Batcher nudges her face into his side, but it does little to ease the anguish etched on Hunter's face.

It's a raw, visceral display of heartbreak, one that cuts through you like a knife. You can only stand there, a silent witness to his pain, knowing that no words can soothe him.

As if summoned by the collective grief, Wrecker appears, his usually happy demeanor replaced by heartbreak etched across his face. You can only guess that Lyana had told him what Omega’s plan was and judging by the grief upon his family, it didn’t work.

His sobs echo through the air, the weight of sadness manifesting in every tear and quiver. With a roar of anguish, he lashes out, his powerful fists pounding against the wall before him, shattering it into pieces. Then, defeated, he slumps to the ground, his head buried in his knees.

"We need to do something. Anything," he utters, his voice thick with emotion.

In the midst of the storm of pain, you all stand together. Not a word is spoken, but the message is clear: you will do whatever it takes to bring her back, no matter the cost.

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 2 months

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Hello. I left a request with Crosshair the other day, but seeing the down state of my boy Hunter in this new season I had to come here to leave another one. So the idea is Hunter x F! Reader (with established relationship?) where on the mission to capture the Pike, she gets hurt and has to stay in Pabu. So when he and Wrecker come back with the cadets, they have a moment of comfort together, you know? It's clear that Wrecker is trying hard to keep Hunter sane, so maybe the reader is too? Xx

Hello lovely! Thank you for the request. I had a lot of fun with this one - he looked so tired and sad in that episode 😔 x

Whispers of Home's Embrace

Hunter has always been calm and strategic, but with Omega's prolonged absence, he's unraveling at the seams, working himself into the ground. It's a good thing you're there to slow him down, and remind him that neglecting himself in the process isn't healthy.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: slight spoilers for S3E02, fluff, sweetness, comfort, pet names.

Translations: ri’vod - sibling in law

A light breeze wafted in through the open window, the late afternoon sun flooding the kitchen as you hummed along to the music from the small radio on the window ledge, adding the final touches of icing to the cupcakes you’d baked.

Capturing the Pyke who’d brought dishonour to Roland wasn’t easy, and you’d paid a small price for it. Whereas Hunter and Wrecker had their old armour to keep them safe, you didn’t, preferring the manoeuvrability you had with softer protection.

Unfortunately, that had meant the blow the Pyke had struck to your side while you’d been wrestling him into submission had cracked a rib. Hunter’s fist had met his face seconds later, rendering him unconscious. Still, the boys had insisted on returning you to Pabu before they took him to Roland and collected the information you all desperately needed.

With nothing but time, you’d turned your focus to more domestic tasks to drown out your worry. Hunter and Wrecker were more than capable, but it felt wrong for them to be without you. You’d been with them since the very beginning.

Lost in a haze of icing, you almost missed the sound of the front door opening. Quietly, you placed down the piping bag, fingers sliding around the hilt of the knife you’d left on the counter. You weren’t expecting guests.

Moving silently across the kitchen, you pressed your back against the wall beside the door, hiding yourself from view. As the footsteps drew nearer, you held your breath, tension coiling in your muscles. The familiar creak of the floorboards announced the intruder’s approach. Your grip tightened on the knife, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, a soft voice broke the silence, dispelling the tension like a gentle breeze dispersing fog.

“Hey, it’s just me.” Came Hunter’s familiar voice, concern evident in his tone. Relief flooded through you, and you released a shaky breath, lowering the knife as you stepped out of your hiding spot. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Hunter chuckled, his expression softening as he took in the scene before him - the cupcakes, the radio playing softly in the background, and you, with a hint of flour dusting your cheek.

You shook your head, dismissing his apology with a wave. “No worries, it’s…”

“You live here!?” An unfamiliar voice interrupted your apology, and you watched Hunter step aside, revealing three young boys who were decidedly dirty and a little malnourished.

Wrecker barreled into the kitchen behind them, a giant grin on his face. “Smells good in here, ri’vod!”

Confused, you look at the three young boys and then back to Hunter. “Who are they?” You ask, wafting your knife in their direction.

“Regs. We found a bombed-out Imperial base. They escaped and were fending for themselves in the jungle.” Hunter gives you the short version, watching as you quirk an eyebrow.

Not wanting to be impolite, especially after brandishing a knife, you set the utensil down on the counter and introduce yourself.

“I’m Mox.” In return, the tallest of the three boys introduces himself before gesturing towards the other two boys. “This is Deke and Stak.”

“You’re pretty. Are all girls as pretty as you?” Deke pipes up, wide brown eyes focused on your face.

Amused by Deke’s straightforward question, you chuckle softly before replying. “Well, thank you, Deke. But trust me, plenty of girls out there are much prettier.” Your words earn a shy smile from the young boy.

“That’s a lie.” Hunter retorts, leaning against the nearest wall, arms folded across his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you offer him an amused smile. “You’re biased.” You fire back, holding his gaze for a moment. The simple action conveys a thousand words, and you can’t help but spot how much more tired he looks compared to the other week when you were dropped off. He’s been neglecting himself again.

“Well, if you’re done hitting on my wife, we can show you around.” Hunter breaks the moment, turning his focus to the three young boys.

“Wife? Aw, hell.” Deke mutters, earning laughter from Stak and Wrecker.

“Thought we weren’t allowed to get married?” Mox probes, narrowed eyes darting between you and Hunter.

“Technically, no,” Hunter answers him straight. “But things are a bit different here on Pabu. We’re treated like equals. We have the same rights as anyone else.” He clarifies, head tilting to look at you for a moment.

You smile fondly, remembering the quiet little ceremony you’d had right before everything had gone to hell. Echo, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega had been the only ones present for the union. Getting married had been an impromptu decision – during the war, neither of you had dared hope it would ever be possible - but you didn’t regret it for one second.

Sensing that you and Hunter might need some time, Wrecker offers the kids a grin. “C’mon, lemme show ya around.” He starts ushering them out of the kitchen. “We can get ya cleaned up, too.”

Pushing off the wall, Hunter goes to follow, but Wrecker holds a hand up. “I got this, Hunter. Don’t worry.” He offers his brother a smile before leading the boys away.

Gratitude curls through Hunter. He knows you and his brother have been going the extra mile for him lately, and he hates the burden that is placed on you both.

“Omega?” You ask quietly, stepping towards your husband, sliding into the warmth of his arms as he draws you into an embrace.

Hunter shakes his head and sighs. “Roland’s intel led us to the facility where we found the regs. Deke downloaded some intel from a panel – not much to go on, but we have a sector as a lead.”

Heaviness weaves through your body, and the hope that had been building dims into a small flicker. You’d keep hold of it, though. You weren’t about to give up. As you step back, you take Hunter’s hand, leading him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. “They’ll be safe here. That’s something.” You insist, guiding Hunter upstairs and into your shared bedroom. He was in desperate need of a wash, some sleep, and a good meal in the morning.

Hunter makes a slight noise of agreement. It wasn’t the outcome he hoped for, but it still counted as a win. Inhaling deeply as you enter the bedroom, his shoulders sag as your comforting scent fills his nose.

Easing him down onto the bed, you kneel at his feet to remove his boots, wincing a little at the ache in your ribs as you set them aside. “I’ll start looking at the maps for that sector in the morning.” You vow. “Echo or Rex might be able to fill in some blanks for us too.”

Impatience rolls through Hunter. There was no time. It couldn’t be left until the morning. What if something happened and Omega was moved again? They wouldn’t have any leads anymore. “It can’t wait until then.” Hunter insists, attempting to stand up.

Unwilling to take any of his nonsense, you press a hand to his abdomen and shove him back down. “Yes, it can.” You insist, your tone catching Hunter by surprise. “I know Omega’s been gone a long time. I want our girl back as desperately as you. But what good are you exhausted?” You question, prying off the limited armour that covers his legs, stacking it nearly at the foot of the bed. “Finding her and Crosshair is of the utmost importance. But you cannot neglect yourself in the process.”

Hunter grumbles, but he knows you’re right. He sinks back into the mattress, allowing exhaustion to finally catch up. Your hands move with practised care, stripping away the layers of armour and padding. As you work, he watches you, a mixture of gratitude and worry in his eyes. You’ve always been the anchor, the one who keeps him grounded when everything else threatens to spiral out of control. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He admits softly, his voice heavy with emotion.

You pause, meeting his gaze with warmth and determination. “You won’t have to find out.” You assure him, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently. “We’ll find Omega and Crosshair. Together.” You vow. “Now, let’s get you a bath.” You rise to your feet, pointing at his undersuit. “Off.” You instruct, leaving him to follow your order as you move into the fresher. Plugging the tub, you turn on the taps. While a shower would be more efficient, it wouldn’t help him relax.

As the water fills the tub, you add a few drops of essential oil, knowing its calming properties will help ease Hunter’s tension. Returning to the bedroom, you find him obediently removing his undersuit, looking worn but determined. His commitment to the mission is unwavering, but you understand the toll it takes on him physically and emotionally.

Silently, you help him into the warm water, watching as the tension gradually melts from his muscles. Hunter leans back, closing his eyes, a rare moment of peace enveloping him. Sitting beside the tub, you run a wet cloth over his shoulders, gently washing away the grime, offering him a moment of respite from the chaos of the galaxy.

As you work, your mind drifts to Omega and Crosshair, wondering what trials they’re enduring and how you can help bring them home safely. The weight of responsibility sits heavy on your shoulders, but you refuse to let it crush you. You’ll do whatever it takes to reunite your family.

After a while, Hunter opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a soft smile of gratitude. “Thank you.” He murmurs, his voice laced with exhaustion and affection.

“Anytime, my heart.” You whisper back, abandoning the washcloth to instead pry the filthy bandanna from around his head. With his hair free, your hand finds its way into it, fingernails scratching across his scalp.

A low moan slips from Hunter’s lips at the sensation, and he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut again. The warmth of the water soothes his tired muscles, and the gentle rhythm of your fingers through his hair lulls him into a state of relaxation he hasn’t felt in ages. As you continue to massage his scalp, he lets his mind empty. “You were right.” He admits quietly.

“Happens sometimes. Rare as it may be.” You drag your nails down the side of his head until your fingers skim the shell of his ear, changing gear to stroke down the plane of his cheekbone.

A small huff of amusement leaves him, and Hunter’s eyes open to meet your own. “Don’t undersell yourself, riduur.”

Warmth sweeps through you at the title. It would still take some getting used to. “No promises.” You tease, earning a tired smile from him. “Also, does this mean we’re starting up an orphanage?” You tease.

Hunter chuckles softly, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he enjoys your playful banter. “Maybe we should. Seems like we’ve already got a few residents.” He remarks.

“Well, if those kids are anything like you and Wrecker, they’ll fit right in.” You reply, fondness in your voice as you reach for a small bowl sitting on the tub’s edge. Dipping it into the water to fill it, you lift it as Hunter tilts his head back, letting you pour the warm water over his hair. You take your time washing away the grime until the water cools before helping Hunter out of the tub, handing him a fluffy towel to dry off.

“You staying for a nap?” Hunter asks, giving his wet hair a rub with the towel.

“Of course.” You reply with a smile, reaching for another towel to hand to him. “Just let me clean up here first.”

Hunter nods understandingly, wrapping the second towel around his waist before leaving the bathroom. You quickly drain the tub and wipe down the surfaces, ensuring everything is tidy before joining him in the bedroom.

When you enter the room, Hunter is slipping into a clean pair of sleep pants. He looks more refreshed, the exhaustion still evident in his eyes but less pronounced than before. You can’t help but admire the strength and resilience he carries, even in the face of adversity.

Settling into bed beside him, you pull the covers over yourselves, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you both in comfort. Hunter turns to face you, his gaze softening as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

You smile, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. “Get some rest, love.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips tenderly. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

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freesia-writes · 4 months

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TBB S3 Trailer Screencaps to Analyze

Go to town, peeps. ;)

Who's in the top left? Wrecker? And who's he carrying?

There's speculation that this is imperial Tech but it also might just be another "Clone X" specimen? Same as this guy below?

Is Crosshair's armor white or is that just a glare of sorts?

Do you see Omega (middle) and Crosshair (right) in their Tantiss suits?!

Where is this?

What's this, what's she programming?

This scene (where Hunter's getting eaten, no thank you!!) has similar fog coloring to this scene below (damn you writers)

Have fun! ;)

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year

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Clone Soulmate AU Series

A Masterlist of all my fics for my Soulmate AU series. All of them contain smut so minors vanish.

MAIN MASTERLIST

Blessed Silence - Tech x reader

Monochrome - Imperial!Crosshair x medic reader

Jaig Eyes - Rex x medic reader

Carry Me Home - Cody x reader

Danger - Wrecker x reader

00:00 (Zero O'Clock) - Hunter x reader

Cabur - Wolffe x reader

Grey - Jesse x reader

Healing Touch - Kix x reader

Lost Time - Gregor x reader

The Soldier and The Spy - Fives x reader

See You In My Sleep - Howzer x reader

Dream of You - Echo x reader

Blurbs:

The Thing About Soulmates

On Soulmate Rejection

A Little More On Rejection

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Helpless

Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!

Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump

Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.

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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.

"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.

Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."

Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"

Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.

A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.

He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."

He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."

"Yes sir."

Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"

Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.

"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.

"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,

"Answer me, dammit!"

He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."

"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.

This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.

"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"

He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.

Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.

"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."

If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.

You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.

"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"

He entered something into a datapad and looked up.

"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."

You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.

He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."

"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"

He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.

"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"

He turned back to face you.

"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."

He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.

"Kriff you."

He sighed, "Very well."

A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.

"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"

"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."

"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."

A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.

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echoedcrosshairs · 7 months

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Dark Redemption: Blank Slate - part IV

Warning: Cannon typical violence, Order 66, Pinning, former established relationship, emotional turmoil, smut piv, mention of wounds, mention of mount taniss, Crosshair’s depression, Crosshair’s head wound, Flashbacks, experimentation mention.

Word Count: 7.9k

Master list - part I - part II - part III

The dawn had never looked more like the dead of night, reminding Crosshair of the emptiness within laced with a fresh wave of guilt that he knew would never fade into the shadows especially in the darkness light. He hovered next to your unconscious body, how soft and innocent your face looked while you were asleep reminding him of the monster he is; that was enough to make his step falter for a moment. It wasn't suppose to go like this, I was suppose to prove you belong with me. He gnawed on a toothpick trying to keep the rage from watching his features but it didn't go un-noticed by Admiral Rampart.

"I know we spoke about coming tonight but we couldn't risk you and the asset falling back into enemy hands or her getting wind of it and leaving," Rampart stated, or for you to have a sudden change of heart.

"Understood, sir," he tried to say as flatly as possible.

"Unfortunately you can't accompany her to the facility, but you will be there when she wakes up. She will most valuable to us," a way to control you if you step out of line, Rampart mentally added, "and to you."

Crosshair watched as you was taken to another smaller ship, his stomach twisting at what he'd done. He didn't dare each out to touch you one last time before what ever procedure they had planned even though marks of his littered your body plain as day for all to see. He scolded himself for such a visual display of weakness for his affection knowing the empire did not take kindly to such weaknesses. Why couldn't you just say you were coming with us of your own free will? ...with me. Crosshair let out a silent sharp exhale as he walked into the ship taking his place watching the other ship take off into the unknown. Weakness, his brain screamed, but it will be better this way, us together again for the betterment of the galaxy. He discarded the cracked toothpick in his mouth, replacing it with another one to work away his silent frustration.

The rest of the flight back to base was silent, leaving Crosshair alone with his thoughts without the idle chatter of a mission and planning. No longer than he had you, he lost you for however long the procedure would take; it took all of his will power not to lean his head against the wall and stare into nothingness as the emptiness within slowly returned. Fresh images of you flooded his mind causing his toothpick to snap. He quickly put on his helmet to hide the sneer tugging at his mouth. How long until I see you again? Will you still be you? Will I still be me? Will I be Crosshair to you? Were you right; is he gone?

White. White walls, white floors, white clothing. White. The facility was obsessively sterile white top to bottom. Laying on your bunk you stared at the ceiling, without so much as speckling to create the smallest of images. Turning to face the wall you tucked your arm under your head. It was as close to privacy you could have here but it let your eyes shut trying to avoid thinking about the next round of 'treatment' slowly cutting bits of you away. No matter how much you repeated your life story and sequence of events, names and places it was all growing into a distant nearly forgotten memory. Doctor Hemlock had been intrigued by your resistance to the procedure slowly becoming his lab rat. Your ears heard his familiar step pattern approaching, reluctantly you sat up and faced him crossing your arms in unreal defiance knowing if you defied him it would be a day of pain.

"Come along," he sighed watching you scramble to your feet offering an eerie smile at your compliance, "While your mind is not perfectly clear, I think any more treatments will not be necessary for the next phase in your rehabilitation."

"Next phase?" you asked trying to hide the fear in your voice as your temples throbbed thinking about the 'treatment.'

"We're going to test if a regular mind can be implanted with an inhibitor chip, the clones are implanted young however we have yet to test if they work on non-clones. If you survive... you'll get to see him again."

Your heart felt like it had physically stopped, maybe it had. Him. You couldn't remember his name, time to time you remember the outline of his face and his piercing gaze but it always quickly faded, "Who... is he?" you asked already trying to steady the shake in your hand revealing you were more empty minded then you ever let on which didn't go un-noticed by Doctor Hemlock who gave an side eye glance.

"Your commander," was all he offered keeping this revelation to himself, "Does the name Crosshair? Sound familiar"

Speckled silver flashed across your mind followed by wonderful shades of brown and then an intimidating black silhouette in a tree, "Yes."

"You might have been useless getting substantial information about Clone Force 99, however your mind has revealed important about the procedure. I suppose it's time for a reward."

"A reward?" you knew him well enough it wasn't going to be able anything good, the man's name synonymous with pain. You watched Hemlock take out something from his pocket two holo imagines showing. The same man, silver hair and then bald with scaring. Your head started hurting trying to remember but nothing came, "That's.. Crosshair?" you asked questioningly still staring at it before he switched it off.

"Yes," Hemlock said smiling, "You'll be.. reunited with him soon enough," he said ushering you into the medical bay.

"What are we going to do?" Echo grumbled replaying the message again, it had been weeks and not a single whisper of your whereabouts anywhere. He knew that was meant something horrible had gone down.

"Per her instruction, we are to assume and proceed as if she is dead and bury the photos back on Corellia," Tech said flatly.

"We have to go after her!" Omega insisted, "We just have to keep searching!"

"Hate to say it but the kids right," Wrecker added, "Regardless of what we wanted she would come after us."

Hunter's hand curled into a fist trying to quell the anger boiling up, "We are to assume Crosshair killed her and forgive him, that's the last thing she told me."

"What!" Echo snapped staring at him, the rage in his blood boiling as he teeth clenched together.

"Crosshair wouldn't, would he?" Omega asked quietly.

"I... do not know anymore," Tech sighed, "since his time with the Empire I am no longer sure of the man he is; but he is still our brother. I do not believe he would or could be possible of harming her however I... also have to assume he followed orders."

"Then we just have to find Crosshair," Omega pointed out.

"He's too dangerous, especially now if he..." Hunter said hesitating too finish the remark, lost his last sliver of a heart, "We have to keep you safe from the Empire, that's what she wanted. I'm sorry Omega but we can't go after her."

"Can't or won't?" Echo said bitterly standing up, "We don't leave our own behind," he said before heading to his bunk to think, debating if he wanted to reach out to Captain Rex or if he just wanted to go by himself to find answers. Hunter is right, we all can't go and leave Omega unprotected but I'm an ARC, this is what I do. Echo took an annoyed breath finding the presence of Wrecker staring at him in his own bunk. "What?" Echo grumbled.

"You're thinking about finding her yourself aren't you?" the giant asked.

"She's was family to you all long before I joined this squad, we should be going after her."

"Ya got a point," Wrecker huffed, "What about the kid?"

"I'll go alone, Rex didn't give up on me; I can't give up on her. Who knows what the Empire is doing to her."

"Just think it through," Wrecker wasn't a planning guy, he rushed rushed in head first but even he knew for this not even he could do that and win.

"Thanks, Wrecking Ball," Echo gave a short laugh before looking down at his scomp hoping you hadn't met a similar fate or worse.

"He does have a point," Tech pointed out raising his finger to emphasize it.

"I know... Tech, I know," Hunter muttered defeatedly listening to the conversation playing out in the bunk room, "I have to choose between saving her or risking the lives of everyone in this squad."

"And Crosshair's, we don't know if she is dead or alive, or a hostage being used against him," Tech added, "They are partners, where we find one we will more then likely find the other if she is alive. If we could just find him in the field-."

"Stow it, Tech," Hunter murmured, "We have to think this through thoroughly account for every angle," he whispered, "for Omega's sake."

White, vibrant bright white. In the distance you think you heard screaming; a part of you curling up in to a ball trying to hold onto something but it didn't last long against the flooding sensation of sterile white. You stopped registering the growing pain with the amount of sedation that coursed through your blood. The part of you which desperately tried to hold your mind together fading into depthless black. Have to remember... them.

Hemlock watch as your thrashing stilled, smiling clasping his hands behind his back before asking about your stabilizing vitals, "Excellent, prepare her for transport."

"Doctor, we don't know if the procedure was successful," Emory countered.

"Prepare the asset for transportation, if it was a failure we terminate the experiment and try again," he repeated annoyed.

Crosshair was brought to medical facility in a unmarked ship, it had been weeks without a whisper of your name and he had started to assume the worse unexpected when a file was handed to him to read. Project Belladona, Rampart had called it. Curious. Upon entering the room he found a Reg sitting stiffly. Commander Neyo. Crosshair didn't sit, annoyed at the intrusion of this reunion. Patiently he waited against the wall until your sleeping body was brought in. His eyes didn't leave you, watching every raise and fall of your chest slowly relaxing with every breath that you were still alive and lived through whatever had been done.

"The Doctor will not be joining us," Emory said injecting adrenaline into the iv, "She should wake momentarily. Her memory however is... distorted. You've both have read the briefing. We don't know what or when she will remember."

Crosshair's reservations broke as he pried himself off the wall moving to your side as he saw your body trying to wake, placing his fingers inches from yours as he waited staring down hoping to be the first thing you saw upon waking. His fingers inched closer almost breaking the gap when you shot forward clutching the side of your head. Crosshair watched at you looked down finding his hand then up at him before looking towards Neyo. No recognition, nothing. Nothing, just like me.

"Commander! How long was I out?" You asked looking towards Commander Neyo.

"Lay back down, lieutenant" Neyo said nodding towards the bed, "Do you remember Commander Crosshair?"

You looked at the man, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, high cheek bones, full eyebrows and a prominent cupid's bow and jaw line, "No, Sir. Apologies Commander."

Crosshair pulled his hand away as if a rapid animal had struck him, "With time will her memory return?" He asked flatly looking to the unknown woman fighting the crumpling sensation in his chest.

"Possibly, we don't know for sure. I must go update the doctor on her condition," Emory stated with a small nod exiting the room.

"Glad to see you've awakened. I wish the best for your recovery," Neyo said eyeing Crosshair suspiciously before he exited as well.

Crosshair's eyes were fixated on you, nothing but your mind seemed out of place no fresh scars that he could perceive except there it was... a dull haze in your eyes; life-like but more to the appearance of a wax figure rather then a living person. He stuck a fresh toothpick in his mouth trying to regain any semblance of composure, "What do you remember?" His stomach twisting in preparation for the answer

"I don't really remember much," you said blinking before staring at him, "You're familiar but I can't say if I ever knew you personally."

"We've been together for a long time," Crosshair said open endedly, "At least your awake."

"How long has it been?"

"40 rotations."

A month, you have been out a little over a month. You tried sitting back up but you felt his firm touch push you back down, "I'm fine," you tried again but his touch was even firmer this time. There was an intensity in the grip you didn't understand but it was threatening but caring wasn't the correct word either.

"Not til the Doctor releases you."

"You don't need to baby me, Commander."

"You'd like me spoon feeding you" He quipped, "To you, it's just Crosshair," he added.

"I am certain that goes against regulations," you started.

"We've always been a little against regulations," he finally sat back in the chair the room provided. Examining the faint haze in your eyes, he wondered if it was the procedure or from the sedation but he wasn't that lucky. The lack of recognition in yours eyes made him feel even more insignificant in the vastness of the galaxy. All the time together, gone. Just like with his brother. A lifetime erased. His fingers brushed against the pocket concealed under his armor hiding the photo Hunter had given you. For a moment he was tempted to pull it out and show you but for now he could continue to save what little was left of his heart.

"When you meant we've been together for a while...?" he watched your eyes shift to the door then back to him.

"We've been together for a while," he restated with a small smirk watching you roll your eyes at him. At least her observational skills are still intact. "How's your head?"

"Hurts, but its tolerable. If we've been together why was Commander Neyo here?"

"Good question," Crosshair arched an eyebrow seeing him in the hall wall still talking to the lady, "Doesn't matter. You're where you belong."

"With you?"

"Yes."

You stared at him, his demeanor, his voice, the void in his eyes it all seemed to familiar but no memory came forward. White. You looked around the room, it seemed familiar at least the shade of vibrancy did. You blinked remembering one tiny memory of being strapped to a bed in a room like this and that was enough to make your heart start zooming. You flew up, hearing your heart monitor ding and twisting his arm out of the way as he tried to push you back down, "No, please," you whispered. You saw him narrow his eyes and eyebrows furl together for a moment before it soothed back into a neutral expression.

"Remember something?" he whispered.

"I don't like white rooms."

Crosshair gave a curt nod, she remembered something about the facility before me, kark it. The corner of his eye caught Neyo's back walking away and the lady reproaching. He eyed every movement as she checked over her vitals and scanned her head. Crosshair's fingers gripped the arm of his chair but stayed silent as he saw the tiny implanted chip on her screen. Fury starting boiling in his blood, he knew that's what took so long trying to see if she would survive. She wasn't some clone, nat borns weren't designed for that.

"She's free to go, the doctor will come check up on her on a later date," Emory said unplugging her connections to the various machines.

Crosshair held out his hand helping you to your feet, "Crosshair, a moment?" the lady said tilting her head to the side. He dropped your hand and walked over barely keeping his composure.

"What."

"Take this, it's to monitor her implant for any complications. If this meter drops belong half press that button and we'll be on our way to.. retrieve her."

More than likely terminate her, "Understood," Crosshair spun on his heel tucking the monitor into his utility belt quickly returning to your side, "Let's go," he said quickly wanting to get you out of that disgusting situation. Stirring you through the halls back to the awaiting ship, he was granted small relief as the door shut behind him. He gave the order to the pilot to take off immediately before taking a seat watching as you sit across from him. Putting a fresh toothpick in, "Now, what did you remember?"

"I'll tell you when I figure it out. Is that my weapon kit?" You asked looking at the long carry crate on the floor.

"Ours. Your armor replacement is in that crate," he said nodding his chin towards a box in the corner he hadn't bothered to look through.

You got up surprised at how easy walking the across the ship had been with the mild turbulence. Your fingers hovered at the lock wondering the type of person you were, is it too going to be white? Opening it you found black on dark grey on deepest shade of red camo pattern scattered across it. Muscle memory quickly equipped it into place. Tucking your helmet under your arm you found him staring at you, annoyance lacing his features with a sneer plastered across his face. You looked down at the armor then back up at him, "Did I put something on crooked?" you asked confused.

"No."

"Then what's that look for? Or is just your face?" you said arching an eyebrow.

"It's the colors on our disbanded unit. Paint it black when we get back to base." It felt like a slap in the face, just another silent taunt by the Empire which he diligently served.

"Yes, Sir," you said shuffling back into your seat.

"You don't need to-."

"Regulations."

"Then you're really going to hate it when we get to the base," Crosshair snickered his mood lightly lifting at the approaching realization.

"Sir?"

"You'll see," he smiled folding his arms over his chest.

You stared down into the visor of the helmet, looking over the colors causing words to tickle the tip of your tongue but nothing came. Your mind felt as empty as the color of the hospital. Sighing you set the helmet on the seat next to you. Itching the side of your head you found Crosshair staring at you intensely, quickly you dropped your hand to your lap feeling like a scolded child for some reason under his gaze. Instead you opened the weapon kit on the floor finding two blaster rifles, one well used and one brand new. The rifle whispered to you, calling you to use it against them. The traitors. You stared at it blinking before you shut the case pushing it away. The side of your head pulsed once more before fading. Arriving at the base their was one no to greet either of you which you had anticipated. Passing eyes stared at both of you as moved through the barracks heading towards a room at the very end of the hall. You watched Crosshair pull out a card and slip it into the slot, the door sliding opening. You followed him in finding spotless quarters, everything perfectly aligned but eyes going wide noting the two beds a few spaces apart.

"Why is everything of mine new?" you questioned eyeing your armor, the weapon, the bed, even the obvious new clothes in the small closet.

"Regulations," he shrugged, "We should run a battle simulation to see what you remember."

"Now?" you arched an eyebrow.

"I obviously meant yesterday," he quipped placing his hand on his hip letting his other hand set the weapon kit on the bed opening it. He stared at you as your hands assembled it faster then they had in the past even rivaling his own practiced speed. Hearing your quietly foot steps following him, he guided both of you to a training room away from prying eyes. He saw the cold expression on your face before slipping on your bucket. I suppose that's the chips influence. Wonder if that's what I had looked like before battle. Crosshair quickly tapped in the authorization for the drill and snapped quick orders watching you follow them to the letter. In his observational perch he watched you tenaciously defeat the combatant droids. He didn't make a sound as he hoped out of the shadows on to the ground as the simulation ended, "Remove your helmet," no sooner had the words came out of his mouth did he see you taking it off and folding it into the crook of your room. There was still the void expression across your face, empty. He made a hmm noise sticking a toothpick back in his mouth, "That's enough for today," he watched a sliver of you return to your gaze before stalking out of the room.

Watching his hand move you caught the key card he tossing the spare in your direction. You turned it over in your hand before slipping it into your pocket, "Was my performance satisfactory?" you asked looking at him finding him lost in thought. You didn't bother to ask again at his silence. Seems like the type of man who would have said something if it wasn't. Finally he looked at you with a scrutinizing expression but still didn't say a word. You were getting really pissed by the expression without explanation.

"Commander-."

"Crosshair," he growled, "Yes?" he asked softer.

"When can I go back to hunting them down?"

"Who?" Crosshair said squinting.

"Clone Force 99," the name on the tip of your tongue finally blared in your head echoing through out your body, "Our... old unit," throbbing knocked on indelicately against your temples. Fingers traced the side of your head, you found Crosshair's thumb running along side the throbbing part of your mind with an unrecognizable expression across it. "What is it?" you asked arching an eyebrow noticing the touch relaxed the flutter in your hollow chest.

"Nothing," he said pulling his hand away, fingers plucking the toothpick out of his mouth and flicking it away.

"When do I get to see the rest of our squad."

"They died rescuing you," the lie came easily as he had perfected it waiting for your arrival, the perfect cover story the empire had carefully planned. The shadow of the truth laced with a hint an echos betrayal. "We're on standby." Crosshair felt the tingle in his hand from the touch even through the glove of your warmth. His lip twitched into a frown stopping his abrupt walking, "Get changed," before he turned back into the direction of the barracks.

"Sir?"

"We're going out."

You followed him back to the room gluing your eyes to the floor as you heard his armor click to the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his back was still towards you but his head was tilted to the side smirking before digging out civvies. Finding the dresser you opened it stacking your armor on the top putting on the first thing you saw. Your eyes caught silver in his drawer, you moved towards it and grabbed it without hesitation holding the soft fabric in your hands. Inhaling the scent it seemed so familiar, "Crosshair," you whispered. Pulling it away from your face, a small image of a store popped in your mind, "I picked this out."

"You did," he affirmed eyeing you, "Reminded you of my hair," he gave a small curt laugh running his hand across his scalp before grabbing the scarf wrapping it around him neck, letting out a content hmm, "Coming, Cyar'ika?" the endearment slipped out. He gridded his teeth turning away from you.

"Cyar'ika?" you asked catching up to his frame heading towards the door.

"Empty headed."

"I somehow don't think that is what it means," you laughed.

"Wouldn't you like to know" you found his eyes beaming at you a smile tugging at his eyes, "I'll tell you if you remember anything I deem relevant," his smirked nearly caused his tooth pick to fall out. Crosshair watched as you caught up to his side following him to the speeders at the edge of the base. He felt your warm against his back as you climbed on, holding his waist causing him to quickly exhale trying to dispel the memories playing across his vivid mind.

"What planet is this?"

Crosshair cocked his head squinting before returning his eyes to the road, "Corellia."

"Have I been here before?"

"You tell me."

"I don't think so, doesn't sound familiar."

"Hmph," Crosshair gruntled. A special place in your heart, erased. This place and I are alike. His eyes took in the surrounding landscape before taking a sharp turn towards the out-skirted city. He felt your grip tighten at the sudden jolt but hoped it would spark any memory. Using his tongue he flicked the toothpick into air, smirking as he peaked watching it fall into the trash but silently disappointed you couldn't see such a feat with natural eyes. His smirk faded as he remember the last time you saw him, the acceptance of what had happened but the tranquil peace with the other option. The hatred of himself kept him going, a painful motivator to continue because being the monster no one understood what was the one thing he could say he was the absolute best at.

The speeder drifted to into a spot under a tree, you watched him climb up it with ease. You watched him stare into the distance then down at you, "See something you like?" he purred. Suddenly the image of him went black it was just a shadow in the tree. The shadowy images slammed into your mind as you stumbled back, your head threatening to split but in a flash it was gone and he was in front of you grabbing your wrist concern lacing every corner of his features, "Cyar'ika, what is it?"

"Shadows playing tricks, it spooked me," you tried to shrug off.

"A highly trained imperial lieutenant getting spooked?" he said arching an eyebrow, "unlikely."

You pulled your hands away from him, "You don't need to baby me, Commander," you snapped.

"I am looking after my subordinate," he sighed releasing you from his grasp.

You rolled your eyes at the comment. You weren't an idiot you could see it plain as day across his face that there was more to the story, "Are you going to cut the bantha crap and tell me?" you said narrowing your eyes at him.

"It means Darling," he said walking away, "Maybe you need real food."

A single eyebrow arched up but you followed after him contemplating if that was an answer to both questions or just one. While most of his statements had open ended meanings often alluding to more it wandered you if he ever gave direct answers. Taking in the surrounding, you noticed the lack of flora instead finding infrastructure scattered about with gigantic transport ships taking off. Silence clung to both of your voice boxes as you tried to dissect each other for who you were. There was something about him that felt like home but equally something that made every hair on your arm try to stand up, there was something eerie about him threatening to spill over but you couldn't place your finger on it. For as many speeders passed and ships took off the air was still crisp, cold upon entering your nostrils with just a hint of metallic scent lacing it. Somehow you started outpacing him, your feet leading you towards a semi run down building near the back edge of town. Corellian Well Cantina. It didn't ring any bells but somehow your feet knew where he was guiding you. You heard Crosshair make a small hmph noise as he stuck a fresh pick between his lips as he snatched an unused menu from the table behind the two of you. Watching as his slender hand pushed the menu towards you as his long fingers droned against the wood tabletop. Flipping threw the menu to appease him, you let your eyes steal glances over the top of the menu noticing him avoiding you as he took in the rest of the Cantina.

"Not having anything?" you asked nonchalantly putting the menu down notice he hadn't bothered to grab another.

"I order the same thing."

"Doesn't that get boring?"

"I like routines."

"Not very fun or adventurous," you smirked watching him take mild offense to the comment snatching the menu, "Wow maybe you're a little less boring," you teased further with a small laugh.

Crosshair's ears honed in on the beautiful sound, the corner of his mouth upturning that it was still the same. Playfully he took the pick of his mouth and flicked it at you, watching you attempt to swat it away but failing as it landed in your hair. He snatched it in the air as you tried to flick it back at him, "and maybe you're a little less forgetful then you seem," he poked emptily before flagging down the server who's surprised expression didn't go unnoticed as he ordered something new. It didn't surprise him as you ordered the same thing but he didn't say anything, "That sounds good," he offered handing the menu to the server dismissively. Interlacing his fingers, Crosshair made a rest for his chin as he continued to survey the cantina before returning his gaze back to you. "I'm glad you're alive."

"Thank you... Crosshair."

"What are you staring at?" He asked arching an eyebrow.

"Your tattoo."

Cautiously Crosshair leaned forward offering his eye, "Trace it," he tempted.

Your head pulled back in surprised but your finger tips already prickled moving towards the ink embedded flesh. Reflexively your hand found the side of his face, your thumb alone tracing the tattoo. Dark embers danced across his iris as you repeated the motion trying to recall anything but nothing came. You sighed and pulled your hand away watching a disappointed expression bloom across his features, "Sorry," you mumbled.

"You never need to apologize to me," he snapped before exhaling, "It was my fault anyway," he mumbled harshly.

"Sometimes it's hard to make the right decision in war."

"You've spent to much time with Commander Cody," a tiny light bulb went off in Crosshair's head. If I could just find Cody... Stop. You choose this. See it through. Crosshair's com went off opening it he found orders to check out an unscheduled landing. Growling he stood up, "Order's let's move." He watched as you drew two concealed blasters and handed him one. Smirking he took it, "Make that to go," he told the server.

You followed after him at a run as the two of you took off for the speeder. Barely having enough time to wrap your arms around his waist, he started the speeder and both of you were off. Your eyes honed in on the landed ship in the distance, "Them." Still keeping distance Crosshair shut off the bike letting it slide behind cover, he motioned for you to follow and slowly both of you approached the ship. Your eyes narrowed at him noting his weapon wasn't drawn on the traitors, your eyes glued themselves back to the ship skin prickling in anticipation.

"They know we're here," Crosshair whispered looking around finding Hunter in the distance glaring towards him, "Stay close."

However you didn't listen, you had orders. You heard his hiss to stay put but your feet kept moving on their own. The tempo of the drum in your chest kept speeding up until it reached your ears. Tiny movement of shadow in the near distance caught your eye and you moved closer to it finding it to be a person's silhouette. Trigger finger inching as every step made the shadow more defined, Echo.

Your name fell from his lips in shock as you lifted the blaster towards the center of his chest, "You're alive. What are you doing? We have to go."

"You're a traitor to the Empire, you are to be terminated."

Echo's eyes went wide at the statement as the trigger went off but he was already moving. "We have to go," Echo shouted into the com, "Something's wrong." For once his legs stayed under him as he moved putting as much distance as he could between you and him.

"Why is she shooting at us?" Wrecker said running off towards the ship dunking out of the way of the blaster fire.

Hunter heard it, a whisper under Crosshair's breath. Rage boiled in his blood, "The Empire implanted her with a chip." Experimenting on Clone's and now on Nat borns? This was personal to Empire to get us, it had to be. Was Crosshair in on it? His blaster is on stun and he's not genuinely aiming. Maybe not.

"I did not know that was possible," Tech said firing stun shots in your direction providing cover for the others to get onto the ship.

In slow motion, Echo jumped onto the ramp as a shot finally landed on his shoulder as he turned to look at your rushing imagine towards them. No regret or hesitation in your eyes, just per dedication to your assignment. After his time as property of the Techno union, Echo came to learn he could still feel fear... and now it froze him. Wrecker scooped up the Corporal in one arm tossing him into the ship as the ramp started closing. "I'm fine," Echo said peeling his shoulder looking at the tiny graze feeling Omega's well practiced hand already placing a bacta patch on it. He slumped in his seat taking his helmet off, "We have to tell Rex what the Empire is now capable of if they ever get their hands on us."

"Well for us, the orders seem to be kill sight."

"Thanks Captain Obvious," Echo grumbled.

"I do understand your meaning. It is highly distressing that the Empire would go to such lengths."

"We changed things on Ryloth. The Empire will be coming for us for the damage we caused."

"We got your chips out, we can get hers out too!" Omega said looking at all of them pleadingly.

"Omega, we tried," Hunter said defeatedly, not capable of meeting her gaze, "We have to let her go, she's with the Empire now."

"We also do not know enough on the procedure if she could survive having the chip removed," Tech added, "You have to let her go."

"Would you want us to let you go?" Omega demanded glaring at Tech.

"Yes, if it was in the best interest of the squad. We all are prepared to make that sacrifice. So was she," Tech said turning to look at his sister, "She is with Crosshair. We have to trust whatever his personal ambitions and plans are - that they include her, he let us live on Ryloth, on Kamino and just now. We may not understand what is going through his mind but I choose to believe he is playing a long game none of us understand," Tech twisted back setting his focus back to flying.

"Did he say anything else?" Echo asked eyeing Hunter who also wouldn't meet his gaze.

"To Run," Hunter admitted, "I don't trust him but she wasn't playing around. I believe he was right about the chip and to run."

Wrecker looked at Echo who returned his gaze with a nod upward, "She'll be home before you know it kid," Wrecker assured placing his huge hand on her petite shoulder, "Just gotta be patient." If she's breathin, she'll be coming home.

Blaster fire clung to the air but that didn't detour your anger. You mirrored him placing your hand on your hips glaring at him, "Why did you set it to stun! The order is to terminate them on sight."

"I haven't received any such order," Crosshair said spinning the blaster around his finger before handing it back, "I ordered you to stun, why didn't you obey?" he squinted.

"My orders go above you."

"I've been with you since you woke up, you haven't received any such order; lieutenant."

"The Emperor.." the pain on the side of your head started again, your hand moved to it defensively, "ordered it."

"Did he now?" Crosshair said slyly moving closer until he was on your toes looking down hovering his face mer inches away from yours feeling your warm breath against his neck. "Go back to the Cantina, eat. That is an order," he said seeing the approaching Imperial ship with reinforcements and more than likely command. Once again trying to think quickly of a way to cover this.

"Yes, sir." Reluctantly you turned and headed towards the speeder, looking at him one more time watching him shoo you with his hand as he turned towards the ship. Arriving back at the Cantina the table the two of had temporarily occupied was still vacant so you slide back into it. At first you attempted to eat slowly but it didn't last long with the craving in your core for the solid substance. Your stomach grumbled at the cramming of food. Leaning back in your seat you stared at the blasters tucked into your waist band and the empty heaviness weighting them down. You thought about the shock on their faces, had we spoken lately? Why would they assume I would go with them? However emptiness weighed in your chest, nothing towards them was felt not even a sliver of closeness. They were nothing, traitors. You were to caught up in your thoughts when Crosshair appeared wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin. It made the area tingle where the napkin had touched, warmth creeping into your cheeks. Unfamiliar softness lined his features as he sat down slowly shifting back into the harden solider.

"How did it feel?" He asked flatly examining you with her perceptive gaze looking for any hit of memory.

"Feel?" You asked finding the void in his gaze.

"Shooting your best friend," he poked eyeing you with squinted eyes.

"I shot a traitor," you said matter of factly.

"You didn't always think like that," Crosshair mumbled looking down at his food, no longer feeling hungry with the unsettling feeling creeping through him that you were more gone then he anticipated. He took a few bits pushing the contents around with his fork before just closing the box. His gloved hand found the scarred webbing on the side of his head and his leg curled up to his chest, the activation of his chip had shook him to his core often haunting him in the dead of night. Abandoned by his brothers, forced to try to kill the family he'd ever known and accepted him, then to have them still question his loyalty and now this would be another ghost haunting him. Crosshair was aware of his cold demeanor and severe outlook on life but how much it had been amplified and changed him to be the perfect soldier, part of his humanity had been taken buried in a locked chest in the depths of his being just out of reach until the accident and having it once again just to lose the person who made him feel like life was worth continuing. His eyes moved sideways feeling your hand cover the one he had on the side of his head.

"It makes you self conscious."

"What do you know," he said harshly removing his hand forcing your hand to drop.

"I don't need to know, I just need to see," you watch his eyes lift off the table softly looking at you for a moment only tenderness to, "I'm sorry I don't remember you, I didn't even consider how difficult this is for you too."

"Hmm," he said digging out a pick and putting it in his mouth. His fingers moved to his pocket debating bearing the truth but decided against it letting his hand fall flat on the table. "It is," he decided to admit, "and agonizing." I am nothing but a clone. A soldier carrying out orders to serve the purpose I was created for but you were suppose to be my everything to give me a reason protect this galaxy but once again in the makers cruelty I am nothing to you too. You're so close but a galaxy away. "What," he stated seeing your eyes still on him.

"Ri.... Riduur," your lips quivered speaking the word, "What does it mean-."

"Don't ever say that word again... until you remember," Crosshair growled but that didn't cover the heart breaking expression on his face, "Feeling full," he quipped with a wink trying to change the conversation as he noticed the near empty box before you.

Your eyes widen at the abrupt switch before you rolled them, "Yes. You obviously aren't however," you said moving your hand looking at the barely eaten food, "Do I need to feed you?" you taunted his early words back at him.

Crosshair smirked handing you the fork in a silent challenge, watching as you took it and reopened his box of food. Genuine laughter filled his lungs after you put food on it and hovered it by his mouth. He took the bite and took the fork from your hand to continue to pick at the food himself. Pulling his data pad out he slide it across the table opening your file up, "Up to you." He waited as you read your file along with opening his.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you asked pushing the pad back towards him. No words could describe what it was like to read your life, at least parts of it that were on the record. It was looking in on a scene as a stranger in the distance realizing it was your scene but no matter how fast you ran towards it you couldn't touch it.

"I did."

"Poorly. Why is my service record blank for the past year?"

Kark. "Classified," Crosshair opted, "Same reason part of mine is."

Somehow that answer just make sense, "I was undercover with them. Wasn't I?" You thought about the look of shock and horror on their faces as you shot at them, deep down you knew that was correct answer. You had been with them. I didn't always think like that? Suspiciously you eyed Crosshair, was I traitor? No I would never betray the Empire but would he? Traitors get terminated.

"Classified."

Taking a sip of the water glass the server had brought over you continued to examine him over the rim of the glass, the way his nostrils barely move when he's breathing, the micro movements of his facial muscles when he moves and the depths of his eyes which look like they could swallow you alive and drag you into their dark depths. "I know." It was a game of cat and mouse, what could be said and what could not, if you were smart enough to read between the lines but never truly reveal the cards in either hand. "So... Crosshair, would do you like to do for fun?"

"Guess," he smiled interlacing his finger over the table going still as a statue waiting.

"Hmm," you tapped a finger on the table looking at him again, mentally going over his record and the limited time exposed to him, "Actually..." you paused to look up at him, "Show me one activity that you want me to only think of you during."

"Given your reaction earlier, I don't think you'll like it," Crosshair made the measly tab, motioning for you to follow him. The feel of your hands around his waist froze him for a moment, he looked down at your small arms wrapped around him taking a steadying breath. This is what I wanted, to be together... but we never seemed further apart.

You watched as the landscape faded behind you, the city melting into the distance as you continued to ride into no where. The feel of him against you felt natural, you rested the side of your face against his tensing back. The scent of leather, musk and smoke engulfed your senses and probably would have put you to sleep besides knowing if you loosened your grip it would be a long way down. You tightened your grip a little adjusting how you sat hearing a small muffled growl from him, "Sorry," you mumbled a small wave of embarrassment hitting you.

"Just stop moving," he gritted trying to keep the tent from growing in his pants as your legs and core straddle and rub against him. Thankfully you had stopped moving giving him time to relax and breath. She's not mine, not now, he reminded himself. The rest of the trip was in blessed silence as he took both of you to a mountain side he had found on one of his days off trying to get away from the world to think and find peace in the new galaxy. Regs, the republic, the Jedi, that time is over. We'll be strong, united and unconquerable. Crosshair's agile legs swung first prying off the mode of transportation breaking free of the touching and containment of the embrace. Smirking he looked at you for a moment then up the cliff side, "Climb."

Climb? You watched as his hands and feet already found footing propelling himself up. It was just a momentary lapse, you did your best to psyche yourself up for the task before perusing him up the sharp climb. Pausing for a moment to catch your breath you watched his grace as his hands swiftly moved from one spot to another while his feet tested foot holes. Clone Commando's, you mumbled a sound he apparently caught as he stopped to glare.

"Care to say that again?" he threatened.

"You are designed to be nearly perfect," you offered, "Endured rigorous training to make this child's play to you."

"You use to be able to keep up," he grumbled waiting, "Glad this wasn't in the field, or we'd be dead," he huffed.

"If I'm dead weight then why wait for me?"

"To keep you from being dead."

Maybe it was the inflection in his nasally voice or the way he looked when he said it or maybe even the way he tried to safeguard your climb the rest of the way up but something in your chest echoed an unfamiliar flutter as you climbed up in onto the perch of the climb overlooking the nothingness. You saw his drawn in posed as he sat, this time no memories revealed themselves. The sun set darkened his eyes while shadowing the hollow cut of his cheeks.

"Beautiful," he stated looking out at the vastness of empty land, keeping you in his peripheral even as the evening haze begun to contour your features.

"Crosshair?" you asked quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?" you asked the tooth pick nawing man as he continued to watch the world around him as if the universe in it's entirety existed in this single moment as he turned to look at you, pain lacing his features.

"People like me don't get happy endings."

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