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[moonstrider9904]

Don't Blame Me

This one shot is for the Bad Batch Prompt event using the prompt:

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Tags: 18+ strictly. Minors should not interact with this or any of my writing pieces as they are content for adults only. Smut, sexual tension, foul language and swearing, oral (female receiving) sex, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, flirting.

Playlist: Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

@arctrooper69 Tagging you right here :D

A night like that one was much too rare. The sun had just finished going down beneath the horizon, and the faintest hue of blue still lit the sky while the stars had already begun their nightly dance. The breeze was warm on your skin, even with the drops of water that lingered on you as you sat at the edge of the pool with your feet and calves still in the water, your hands running down your wet hair as you sighed and took in the life of the moment. The speakers played chill tunes, easy to listen to, perfect to vibe with the summery air and the laughs coming from all around the pool.

You looked around and smiled at the fact that all of your favorite troopers were there, and even some you hadn’t seen before—probably shinies who had just joined their platoons. Boys from the 501st, 212th, hell, even the 99s had bothered to come to a summer pool night on Naboo for their shore leave.

You couldn't help but laugh and think you’d seen it all when, across the pool, you saw that silver-haired sniper taking a sip from a bright cocktail. And his eyes were on you too, glaring, but you were used to that. You shot a cheeky grin at Crosshair only for him to roll his eyes and look away.

Your gaze remained on him for a little longer until you heard somebody diving into the pool, and when you looked at the crystalline water lit by the warm bulbs submerged in it, you quickly realized it was Fives as he emerged from under the water running his hands up his face and towards the back of his head, brushing the hair away. In that pose, Fives opened his arms and flexed, showing off his biceps as he shot you his signature charming grin, winking at you.

“These babies have gotten bigger since the last time I saw you, sweetheart,” Fives beamed.

Laughter escaped you—as much as you adored Fives, his attempts at flirting were always a sight to behold. Something about young, handsome soldiers tripping over their feet for your attention made you wish all summer nights were like that one, and to follow along with Fives’ game, you crossed one leg over the other, planted your hands firmly on the ground at your sides and shrugged, pursing your lips together.

“I don’t know, they kinda look the same to me,” you teased him.

“Don’t listen to him,” you heard the voice next to you as Jesse took a seat beside you only to fully get into the pool and swim over next to Fives, adopting his same pose. “I actually think I pull it off better, and I only lift half as often as he does. It’s like I don’t even have to try.”

“Oh, shut up!” Fives yelled, grinning mischievously as he brushed his hand and forearm over the water’s surface in Jesse’s direction, splashing him.

“That’s how you wanna do it, you runt?” Jesse played along and began splashing back.

As if that gesture were a galactic beckoning for the clones, the pool almost instantly became filled with troopers wanting to partake in the splash battle. You giggled as you watched them splash and wrestle playfully—the scene in front of you was probably the best definition of “boys being boys.” You loved it, and laughter wouldn’t stop leaving you. For the duration of that night, you hadn’t enjoyed anything more than what was currently playing out in front of you.

However, across the pool, the same pair of piercing amber eyes glared past the scene and into you, but you weren’t taking notice of that anymore.

It only took a few seconds for the clones’ splash war to no longer be about you, and the water flying in from multiple directions was beginning to get out of hand. Wiping a couple of drops that had fallen near your eyes, you got up and made your way towards the chair where you’d left your things. You slipped your feet into your sandals, smiling at the sound of the racket behind you blending with the music, and then you took the cream-colored shawl you’d taken to the party and wrapped it around your hips in a makeshift skirt. You were in the mood for a drink now, but while the water wars ended, you figured you’d hit the powder room to adjust your suit.

Crosshair watched you from where he stood, his eyes following your silhouette as you walked from the pool to the lounge. Every time your right leg came forward, your skin was exposed by the edges of the fabric wrapped around your hips, offering him a teasing glimpse of your thigh. He picked up on the sway of your hips, the delicate left and right of every step that you took, partnered perfectly with your hands coming back and forth in tandem with your stride. As you walked past the chairs and the tables, Crosshair took in how gracefully your hair framed your face, as well as how perfectly the top of your bathing suit framed your breasts and the top half of your belly, letting him see the skin just above your belly button only for the smoothness to stop just above your womb, where the shawl began.

Fuck. He suppressed a groan. Did you even have any idea how sensual you looked? Clearly you didn’t, why else would you waste yourself on all those amateurs trying to impress you with a basic flex and a splish-splash of water?

You’d made it to the common mirror just outside the restrooms and looked at your reflection in the flattering warm lighting. You combed through your hair using your fingers, trying to achieve a carefree look, a blend between messy and done that seemed right for the night. When you were done with that, you eased a few creases on the fabric of your shawl and tightened the knot—you didn’t want that getting loose on accident—and you smoothed out the top of your bathing suit as well. Once you were ready to head back out into the party, you turned around and began making your way where you came from. Your thoughts on what cocktail you were gonna get were interrupted by a tall, lean silhouette dressed in black coming into view. The sight of those amber eyes made you stop in your tracks, and you couldn’t help the little grin that appeared on your lips.

“Look who finally decided to socialize,” you teased him.

Crosshair scoffed, his eyes looking aside as he did. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t waste my time or energy with you.”

You placed your hands over your heart, faking a heartache. “Must you hurt me so?”

“I’m not particularly happy with you,” Crosshair crooned.

You giggled. “You’re never happy with anyone. And you of all people have no reason to hold anything against me, you never even let yourself open up to me.” Your gaze softened and you took a step towards him, holding your fists behind your back and pouting up at him. “Why won’t you let me in, Crosshair?”

Again, he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here for this.”

“Something tells me you did,” you answered. “Here I am, what do you want with me?”

“Nothing,” Crosshair nearly spat the word out.

You raised a brow. No one in that party could deny how insightful you were, not even him.

Crosshair scoffed again. “Fine, I’ll bite.”

“Please do,” you couldn’t resist the urge to say.

“Maybe I didn’t like the way the others were making fools out of themselves for your attention,” Crosshair glared. “It was pathetic to watch.”

“Ah,” you crossed your arms, nodding slowly. “So you’re jealous.”

“Fuck, no,” Crosshair smirked. “I just wouldn’t be caught dead being a complete idiot like that.”

“So you aren’t jealous?” You smirked back.

“No.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to stab someone?” Your smirk widened.

You’d cornered him, and Crosshair hated that. He was used to always having the upper hand, the higher ground, to being on top of everything. Nothing could ever surprise him, and when it did, it only meant he’d screwed up. The fact that you had just done that in the most leisurely of settings made him want to puke.

“Forget this,” he said, his silhouette beginning to turn around.

“I didn’t take you for the type to run away, Crosshair,” you said as your hands went over to your hips and you shifted your weight onto your left side, emphasizing the curves of your silhouette.

Crosshair faced you again, his gaze darkening at the little pose you’d adopted. You noticed his eyes running down your body, but when they met yours again, his gaze hardened.

“Fuck you,” he said, without hesitating.

You scoffed, looking at him from head to toe as well. “Fuck me yourself, you coward. I’d like to see if you can.”

He scoffed, his thin lips curving into a smile as he made his way towards you painfully slowly. Hovering in front of you, he took his fingers up to your chin, tilting your face up, making your breath hitch despite your witty exterior.

“You better be damn serious about that, doll,” Crosshair purred with hungry eyes.

“What, did I stutter?” Your breath shook as you whispered, and your hand snaked up his abdomen and felt his chest over the black shirt he wore. “What other way do I have to tell you I want this?”

The hand that was on your chin traveled back and down to cup the side of your neck, firm, but never hard enough to hurt you. Crosshair’s fingertips rested gently on your nape, and his other hand went up and joined the first in perfect symmetry. He pressed his body closer to yours, never breaking eye contact with you, and your heart beat so fast you were afraid he’d be able to hear it through your chest. He was devastatingly handsome, looming over you, watching you with lustful eyes foreboding passion. It didn’t matter where you were. It didn’t matter if there were people outside—they were enjoying their own night, they didn’t have to be involved in what only concerned you and Crosshair. All that mattered was the sensation of his hands on your skin, your hands over his chest, and the heat beginning to boil low in your stomach.

You half-expected another snarky remark, another sneer coming from Crosshair just to test the waters, but you basked in the mercy of the satisfaction that came when Crosshair finally crashed his lips down on yours. He stepped towards you and you stepped backwards, stumbling into the bathroom for him to lock the door behind him when you were both already inside. The music continued to boom from the party outside, as did the cheers and the laughter from everyone blissfully ignorant of the fire catching between you and the marksman. You didn’t have to worry about being heard.

You blindly walked backwards with your fists tugging at Crosshair’s shirt, your mind swarming with the concept of him as he devoured your lips with luscious kisses and mischievous nibbles. You felt your back bump into the wall next to the sink, and he pressed you onto it, letting you feel the erection growing under his pitch-black boxer bathing suit. You whimpered at the hardness and let your hands travel up his chest and around his shoulders until the tips of your fingers found his silver hair, which you twirled and tugged hoping to get a sound from him. Crosshair pleased you by letting out a low grunt and grew more passionate with every tug you gave to his hair.

One of the hands that was on your neck traveled down to your waist and kneaded your flesh with his fingertips, freeing your neck for him to take his kisses down to that sensitive skin he so badly wanted to mark. You shuddered when you first felt Crosshair suck on your neck, and you were astounded at his ease to find your sweetest spot. He nibbled and sucked such that you were certain there would be a maroon mark on your skin, and you enjoyed every second of it. You were enjoying the idea of coming out of that bathroom with that mark on your neck for everyone to see, and something told you Crosshair would get a kick of it as well, parading you in front of everyone else to show them how it’s really done.

When he was finished with your neck, Crosshair moved down your body leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles whilst feeling every inch of your body he could, including your hardened nipples over the fabric of your swimsuit, until he was on his knees in front of you. His hands greedily squeezed the flesh of your buttcheeks as he focused his kisses on your lower abdomen, just above the line where your shawl and the bottom of your bathing suit began. Unwilling to wait much longer to finally taste you, Crosshair curled his fingers around your bathing panties and pulled them down your legs with ease. You stepped out of them for him to hand them to you for you to hold in one hand, and when your other hand went to undo your top, he was quick to stop you.

“No, doll,” Crosshair purred. “You’re keepin’ that on.”

You giggled at him in response, and by his actions, he didn’t intend for you to remove that shawl either. Part of you would have preferred for Crosshair to have already been shirtless at this point, but any sort of thought faded when Crosshair took one of your legs and wrapped it around his back—it was only until then you became aware that your aching cunt was finally exposed to him.

Crosshair split the fabric of your shawl and placed it over your hips to keep it out of the way; he held your butt with one hand to keep you steady while he used his index and thumb fingers on his other hand to lift the hood of your clit. Your mind barely had a second to ponder on the fact that he knew what he was doing, and when you felt his tongue begin to brush over the pearl of your clit, your whole world faded. A deep moan escaped you, and your head fell back to the wall as your chest heaved at every sensation Crosshair gifted you with. You slipped farther from sanity and nearer into bliss, feeling he’d tip you over the edge in an obscenely small amount of time.

Switching between luscious kissing and precise sucking, Crosshair turned you from confident temptress to whimpering mess, pleased at the idea of having you at his mercy. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, and your hand reached down to find his hair again, twirling and tugging at his beautiful silver locks. You drew a moan from Crosshair, and its vibrations resonated deep within your flesh, finally finishing you off. Your already helpless moaning turned into pleading mewls as the pleasure that focused on your clit exploded into beautiful flames invading every corner of your body. Your muscles tensed as you squirmed, knowing it was only Crosshair’s grip keeping you upright. You were oblivious to the amount of times you whimpered his name, you only had the headspace to rut your hips against him, as if you weren’t feeling enough mind-erasing pleasure already.

You wanted more. You wanted his fullness, his touch. You wanted him.

Crosshair emerged from between your legs as if he were coming up for air after a long swim. You were dazzled, panting in the aftermath of every wave of pleasure you’d just felt, but you managed to look down and see him smirking proudly. Crosshair grunted as he stood up, towering over you again, and just when you were beginning to make sense of the world around you again, you saw him pulling down his bathing shorts to reveal a long, hard erection waiting just for you.

You couldn’t help but moan at the sight, making him chuckle with pride.

“Got room for some more?” Crosshair asked.

You nodded frantically, and without hesitation, Crosshair firmly grasped your ass and lifted you, resting part of your weight on the sink beside you. You clung to him, needily wrapping your legs around his waist, and he could only hum at the sight, pleased. After the painful wait, you finally felt Crosshair sliding himself into you, hissing at the initial stretch of your flesh only for you to moan when it became the most incredible sensation you’d ever experienced.

And Crosshair took it from there. Holding you firmly, he took care of every movement. Your arousal made it easier for him to slip in and out of you at whatever speed he desired, and you could tell he wasn’t planning on putting anything off. He was quick, accurate, decisive, grunting low and seductive into your ear with every few thrusts into your hips. Your nails clawed into his upper back, moaning deeply as you tightened your legs around him as much as you could, and it heightened the sensations you felt.

As he continued to fuck deep into you, Crosshair made eye contact with you for a moment, his cocky exterior suddenly becoming caring, even soft. The thought of your prior conversation entered your mind—how long had he felt that way for you? How long had you been suppressing your own desires for him?

Now that you were in his arms, feeling all the pleasure he could give you, you were certain you were where you needed to be.

A tender moan of his name escaped you just before you felt the pleasure expand through your body again. The moans induced by this second orgasm were far louder and embarrassingly more lustful than those of the first, and Crosshair thrust his hips faster into you as he fisted your hair and gave it a light tug. Your vision went white as you succumbed to the pleasure, to him, until you felt the heat of his release inside you followed by soft, low-pitched moans that sealed every one of your feelings for him.

Carefully, he set you down, and once he was sure that your feet were firm on the ground, Crosshair went limp in front of you. His arms were the only thing that remained strong as he caged you to the wall, panting to recover his breath in tandem with you. His lips were close to yours, and you couldn’t help but reach your hands up to cup his face and kiss him gently. Crosshair kissed you back without a hesitation, retrieving his hands from the wall to place them over your wrists, pressing you deeper to him.

“You never had to be jealous, Crosshair,” you whispered.

“Don’t blame me,” he panted, “for getting a little unhinged at the thought of someone else trying to satisfy you.”

“Hey, if this is the result, I’ll take it any day,” you winked. “I should have known a tease and a challenge was all it took.”

Crosshair smirked at you and let his hands travel down to your waist, straightening his back and lifting your feet up with him. “Wanna show off your hickey?”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Crosshair chuckled and pecked your lips, setting you down on the floor again and pulling up his bathing suit again. “Come.”

You put the bottom of your bathing suit on and followed him out of the refresher with your arm linked in his, ready for all the stares you were about to receive. Crosshair would definitely show them all, and you never would have fathomed the idea of parading a fresh hickey in front of a group of men who were flirting with you minutes earlier, but if that love hadn’t made you a bit crazy, you wouldn’t have been doing it right.

[yurayuramiharin]

Ruthari #7 for the prompt? 👀

Ship + kiss writing challenge

7: A kiss to shut up

When the two elves were heading back to their sleepy village, the horizon was glowing with pinks and violets of the incoming sunrise. They’d been out all night, watching Moonstriders on a secluded clearing by the waterfall and strolling through the Moonshadow Forest trembling with the magic of the Spring Equinox. 

Ever since they’d left the clearing, Ethari was silent, so silent that Runaan, the least talkative elf in Silvergrove, was starting to panic and making up the worst scenarios. He’d asked the young metalsmith for a hangout a few days ago when Lain had literally pushed him inside the forge and demanded that he finally asked Ethari out and quit his endless pining. Runaan would never dare to call it a date, let alone say it out loud. And certainly, he would never expect that Ethari would agree to hang out with him. 

In his head, Runaan thought that Ethari hated their hangout and would rather keep quiet about it than make Runaan sad. He should’ve planned this hangout better. Shadows, he didn’t even know if Ethari liked Moonstriders in the first place! Runaan should’ve known that not everyone was obsessed with Moonstriders as much as he was because regular elves were not necessarily interested in details of their behavior, when and where they migrated during the year, or how their age could be estimated by the slight differences in the color of their feathers–

“Runaan?” Ethari’s gentle voice struck him out of his thoughts. He rapidly turned his head towards the metalsmith, afraid that on top of everything, he'd upset Ethari by ignoring him. Instead, he saw Ethari smiling at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat every time.

"I was asking if you think they're going to be there next week too?" Ethari asked, continuing to walk leisurely next to Runaan.

"Y-yes, they should be there until mid-May," Runaan mumbled in response.

"I see," Ethari nodded before the silence fell between them again. Runaan couldn't bear it. He stopped and so did the other elf.

"Ethari, I… Please don't have to pretend you're enjoying this," Runaan stuttered. "I know you agreed to come only because you're too kind to refuse,"

"Runaan, I'm not pretending!" Ethari instantly protested but Runaan was too caught up in spilling his thoughts.

"I know that I can be annoying, t-that I don't usually talk, and when I do I mostly talk about Moonstriders or combat. And I know I don't always get the jokes you and Lain tell me," 

"Runaan…" 

"A-and even though I know you're the kindest elf in Silvergrove, I didn't expect you to agree to come to hang out with me like that, a-and you asked me if I know someplace special and this was the only— mmh!" Runaan was not allowed to finish his sentence when Ethari cradled his face in his hands and pressed their lips together. 

Just like that, the whole world around them went still. Runaan froze, too stunned to react when Ethari's soft lips kept moving against his own, and it felt nowhere near the way Runaan had pictured it in countless of his dreams. It felt even better, warmer, and sweeter than Moonberry Surprise and Runaan wished their kiss would never end.

In the end, Ethari pulled away from him but didn't let go of Runaan's face. He was looking at him with those deep brown orbs and Runaan had to remind himself how to breathe again when Ethari chuckled and shook his head with eyes closed. 

"Now that you finally shut up, listen to me," Ethari laughed, slowly stroking Runaan's cheekbones with his thumbs. "I loved our hangout, every second of it. I love when you tell me about Moonstriders, how your eyes light up whenever you do," Ethari spoke and Runaan could swear that if it wasn't for the rising sun blinding him from behind the trees, he would think that he'd eaten poisonous berries and was now hallucinating. 

"You're not annoying in the slightest. Even when you're not talking, you're a wonderful listener and it made me so happy when you invited me to come with you tonight. It was amazing and I was hoping we could do that again."

"E-eee…" Runaan tried to say something but it seemed like Ethari had temporarily taken away his ability to form coherent sentences. Ethari was practically grinning with delight now, his smile brighter than the sun before his eyes. 

"I take it as a 'yes' " Ethari whispered before he pulled Runaan's face closer once again, sealing their arrangement with a kiss. 

[zazazombie]

vampire cowboy

note: dawg idk where this one was going. extremely rusty wit writing. apologies if it's rushed. mb i am sick. was better when i was thinking about this at 00:50 🙏🙏 unedited.

hear me out:

deep set eyes that you swear are the color of vermilion stare forward at the townspeople.

a strange figure, clad in a stetson hat and a fringed suede uniform. the red handkerchief covers where the figure's face would be.

his belt buckle winks in the sunlight as he shifts to draw his hat further down.

his mount is no different, a roan horse of black.

she stares down at the townsfolk, an icy gaze. she stands tall and proud, tail swishing every now and then.

it's clear that she's as strong as her rider.

his mare is tied next to a trough in front of the town's designated saloon, guzzling water greedily. the other horses' eyes dart to her briefly, apprehension apparent. her ears flicker back, huffing in defiance. her owner cards his hand through her silky mane, before disappearing into the saloon.

distant jeers of hearty laughter and banter echo through the crisp air. in the midst of it, a red eyed stranger who discards his drapes when the sun shies away. the saloon's customers and maintainers are wary and curious of this new face, but nothing is said.

"ay, cole, d'y'know where morris's ass went?" a gruff voice speaks out. it belongs to a stout man who smells of alcohol and laughter. his face is tinted a light red, and a wide grin settles on his face.

"pro'bly barfin' his damn guts out." cole sighs out, guffawing almost immediately.

"y'know how he is wit' beer.. damn lightweight." he adds, shaking his head before another deep laugh rumbles from him.

the stout man and cole laugh it off, calling for another drink.

behind the town's designated bar, stands the ruby red eyed cowboy. an amused snicker escapes his red splattered lips. in the moonlight, a pair of canines hook out of his mouth. they plunge down, sinking into some poor, drunken man.

"ple-please.. i.." the drunken man's desperate cries for help die on the tip of his tongue when he feels, what he can only describe as teeth of rattlesnake, sinking into his neck.

"morris! where are ya boy? c'mon, yer missin' tha fun!" cole's voice calls out as he swaggers out of the saloon, drunk as ever.

before morris can attempt another plea, leather gloved hands wrap around his face. he can feel the cold grasp of darkness as blood oozes from his neck wound.

"morris?" cole rounds the corner, stopping in his drunken stupor to glance down. all morris can see is the faint horrified expression painted on cole's face.

morris is collapsed on the floor, blood soaking the left side of his body. a bite (perhaps one of snake or spider) is engraved on his neck. he's pale, shivering as glazed eyes glance up at cole.

he swore that there was someone else with him earlier. he can't tell if it's the alcohol in his system telling him whispers of a man with a sharp smile and vibrant eyes.

deft hands untie the black and white steed, mounting. the figure throws on his suede coat, urging the reins to a faster pace. the horse speeds off, kicking up dust as she gallops away from the small town. "well i'll be damned.." the stout man of earlier's night peeks through the saloon's double doors. the creature of the night is fast, and so is his horse. "it's that damn bloodsucker, tsk." another customer scoffs. "should've known 'e was a bad egg when 'e first walked up, wit' those bright reds."

the townsfolk can do nothing more than to watch in disgust and awe as the moonstrider ran from the sun's peak.

[ladykatakuri]

Falling

A/N: Well hello there! This is a little Tech drabble I just had to write after watching the TBB season 2 finale. It has been a while that I have been very active and I am planning on being active again soon, more active that is. If you have not watched the S2 finale of TBB, then this does contain spoilers! As always, all likes, shares and especially comments are more then welcome!

Character: Tech

W.C: 349

TW: Implied serious injury

Darkness. A deep darkness now seems to surround him completely.The last thing he saw were Omega and Wrecker reaching for him.  At first there is a distant sound of the mountains and the surrounding terrain that provide him with some comfort. All too sudden that too fades into nothing. Now, all that is left is the sensation of actually losing all of his senses. Where there used to be sounds, silence remains. Not even the beating of his own heart can be heard. The feeling of the wind blowing across his skin and his muscles contracting after eventful times have slowly numbed. Taste was the last sensation to go. The taste of bile that found its way into his mouth when he realized the situation he and his brothers and sister were in, the decision he immediately made. “I am falling.”

He is left with his thoughts as he falls. “I have failed and so I fall.” He waits and it seems to take forever to reach the end of itl. Suddenly, all sensations return , all at once. His body overwhelmed by the sudden shock of their return, the last thought before his mind completely shuts down is for his family, all of them. “Be safe.”

When the stormtroopers reach him, what stands out is his little smile.

Hemlock observes the medic through a transparisteel window before he taps it once, gesturing for the medic working on the person lying on the cot to come to him. “I will be taking those goggles now.” Taking the goggles from the side table, the medic takes a quick look at its owner now lying in a deep coma, hooked up and well monitored. “I will be offworld to collect a new specimen. Comm me as soon as he is awake and bring the other one to the medical trials.” Hemlock moves away, goggles in one hand as he looks at a message he received not too long ago speaking of the female clone he will soon have control over and thus over the Kaminoan scientist currently in a holding cell.

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[uglyduchessrantsandcomments]

The newest chapter was 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 amazing. Can't wait to see how the new fur baby flips their life in the treehouse upside down 😆

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

i... Thank you ♥️ i can't wait to write more of baby Lachir, it's such a shame Wonderstorm didn't make a design for Moonstrider cub, whereas, you know.... That's the top 1 priority???

Thank you very much for the love!!!

[ask-ethari-anything]

Have you ever designed a wheelchair before? What kind of features would you look into?

I have some designs sketched out in uhhh two? maybe three? of my notebooks, actually. And the first thing to go was the wheels!

It's gonna need a new name. I accept this. But without a finalized design, I can't name it, so that'll come later.

In the Silvergrove, roads and pathways aren't a thing nearly so much as they are in the human lands. While I can appreciate the smooth surface of humans' roads for ease of travel, that's really not something I can implement here at home, so I usually take a different tack in my idea doodles.

If I had enough magic at my disposal - which, let's say for hypothetical reasons that I do, and how nice would that be? - then I'd simply make a hoverchair that effected a constant repulsor field between equidistant runes - and stabilizer runes at right angles, with some kind of... happytwig? name still in progress! - to make spatial adjustments in realtime.

It wouldn't go terribly fast, for safety reasons, but hmmm, *pulls pen from behind ear, makes a few notes* those could be modified or disabled in case of emergency... and I'd need to make the chair strong enough to take the weight of others who might be traveling with the pilot, so they could save their friends, too... *more scribbling noises*

Ahaha, oops, that one got away from me. *writes HAPPYTWIG EXPRESS FRIEND RESCUE SYSTEM in big letters across top of page* Heh... HEFRS... Heifers? Cows... CowCart?? *more notes*

I'm with you, I'm with you, okay here we go, ideas that do not require an entire Moon Primal Stone: The Trioctipede was an early sketch idea. I was watching Lachir step past me one day and appreciating her delicate little feet, compared to Tethu's great clawed stompers, which he will in fact dig into your chest with and knead you like dough if you let him... and I thought, I wonder how many Moonstrider legs I can fit on the bottom of a chair?

The answer, as it turns out, is 30. Well, 24 in human math. Hence the name, see? *taps temple* Nailed that name, totally nailed it. But some of them work best for stability if they're angled out to the side to help with speed and corners and uneven surfaces - which, you may have noticed, we have plenty of in the Silvergrove. In most of Xadia, in fact. I have a prototype of the Trioctipede somewhere in the understump, but it would need a bit of, uh, dusting off before it was... road-ready? seaworthy?

Hill-handy. Slope-set. Promontory-prepped. *finger guns*

And just for fun, I thought it would be really cute to have a few illusions to choose from, in case the sight of 24 Moonstrider legs looked a little weird. I thought maybe people might enjoy riding around on top of 24 glowing tentacles, or flowery vines, or swirly moonbeams, or uh... long white ponytails... Okay that last one got away from me again, but can you really blame me? *helpless shrug*

Ooh, hold up: *grabs pen again and scribbles* 24 thigh high boots! YOU COULD BE TALLER JUST BECAUSE!! This is brilliant!

*hums under my breath*

These boots were made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do Today these thigh high boots are gonna Walk around for you!

Alright, you have to admit that's catchy.

Also in my scribbles are sketches for pockets and secret snack chambers and a reclining button and a pop-up neck massager and a really big sunshade and of course a little adoraburr flower nest in case you encounter any, ah... stowaways. But I can add more! And likely I will. These are just scattered ideas, see...

So if you know anyone who needs alternate transport, I am happy to assist! Freedom is a very important concept to me, as you might guess... and it comes in many forms. Including at least one with 24 Moonstrider legs on it.

[photoniccyclone]

Sun Fueled Rage: Hide and Seek Part II sneak peek

Hey everyone, I just wanted to share a small sneak peek of Hide and Seek Part II to help tide us over to the release of the next chapter. Keep in mind this has only been run through grammarly and then read through once, it has not received all the editing treatment that chapters usually receive before they get published yet so there may be imperfections, please bear with me.

Team Rayla is walking through the ruins of Elarion when all of the sudden Soren discovers something...

It took a good one or two seconds before Rayla realized it, but after a while, Soren's mount seemingly split off from the group, much to Nyx's dismay. Amaya was the first to notice, as she was traveling right next to him, but she eventually signaled to Gren, who relayed the message to Rayla and Corvus. 

Soren had entered what appeared to be a short, narrow building with an exposed roof, though most of the walls were still standing. Several lines of stones, the remainder of what must have once been seats, stood on either side of a center aisle running down the entire building length with stairs at the end rising to a raised pedestal—an old place of worship. 

Soren had abandoned his mount at the foot of the stairs leading up to the elevated plane of what must've once been the altar, staring motionlessly at the wall in front of him. 

"Soren?" Rayla said carefully but got no response. 

Corvus, behind her, immediately stepped off the moonstrider and slowly walked towards the crownguard, the exposed stones crunching under him with every step he took. Slowly, the rest of the gang followed. As they drew closer, Rayla noticed that the wall Soren was staring at was filled with multiple splotches of what appeared to be graffiti, consisting of an array of lines and drawings harshly thrown across the entire surface.

Different amalgamations of words and phrases and an odd circle with an x through it were also present, but most of it was rather hard to make out. 

Scribbled diagonally on top of everything with large black letters was a phrase. 

"Proditus in tenebris morior" 

Corvus stood alongside Soren, looking at the weird drawings with him before he put a hand on Soren's shoulder and asked with a somewhat concerned expression, "Everything alright?" 

The others inched in closer to hear his response.

Soren closed his eyes and sighed. "This is Claudia's handwriting…" 

Everybody was silent for a moment, looking at him with stunned eyes. Rayla impulsively felt a slight tinge of worry in her chest and unconsciously reached for her blades at the thought that she might be here but quickly shook her head and thought better of it. It was a force of habit, given the encounters with Claudia she was used to, but she knew from her talk with Soren the other day that treating her like the enemy was not what he needed right now. 

"Soren…" Rayla started gently. "Are you sure?"

Soren quietly nodded his head. "Yeah… I've seen her writing thousands of times… this is unmistakable." 

Soren sighed, closed his eyes, shook his head, and pinched his nose with his fingers. "Of course, she'd come here… she always loved the ruins…"

Rayla walked up to Soren's other side, smiled, and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry… if she's out there, we'll find her." 

[lunagojo]

characters I write for / rules! (UPDATED)

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange (MCU)

Wade Wilson / Deadpool (MCU)

Thor Odinson (MCU)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier (MCU)

Yondu Udonta (MCU)

Quentin Beck / Mysterio (MCU)

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU)

Logan Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men)

Peter Parker / Amazing Spiderman (Andrew Garfield ver.) (Sony)

Eddie Brock / Venom (Sony)

Thena (MCU)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch (MCU)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Gamora (MCU)

Anime:

Gundham Tanaka (Danganronpa)

Mondo Oowada (Danganronpa)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa)

Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa)

Koga (Inuyasha)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

Inuyasha

Tanjirou Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Inosuke Hashibira (Demon Slayer)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer)

Tengen Uzui (Demon Slayer)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Itadori Yuuji (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Fushiguro Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Inumaki Toge (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Bakugou Katsuki (BNHA)

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA)

Tenya Iida (BNHA)

Eijiro Kirishima (BNHA)

Dabi (BNHA)

Tomura Shigaraki (BNHA)

Atsuhiro Sako / Mr. Compress (BNHA)

Toga Himiko (BNHA)

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice (BNHA)

Keigo Takami / Hawks (BNHA)

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul (BNHA)

Shoto Aizawa (BNHA)

Video Games:

Gabriel Reyes / Reaper (Overwatch)

Jamison Fawkes / Junkrat (Overwatch)

Mick Mundy / Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Dell Conagher / Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Jeremy Charleston / Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Dr. Ludwig / Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil 8)

Prince Sidon (LOZ: Breath of the Wild)

Princess Zelda (Mainly Twilight Princess ver.)

Noob Saibot (Mortal Kombat)

Steve Fox (Tekken)

Vega Fabio la Cerda (Street Fighter)

Lor'themar Theron (World of Warcraft)

Grand Magister Rommath (World of Warcraft)

Dragonqueen Alexstrasza (World of Warcraft)

Dragonprincess Lunastrasza Moonstrider (World of Warcraft, my oc! :) )

Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider (World of Warcraft)

Illidan Stormrage (World of Warcraft)

Other:

Jun-ho (Squid Game)

King Orm (Aquaman, Patrick Wilson ver.)

Adrian Veidt / Ozymandias (Watchmen)

Dan Dreiberg / Nite Owl II (Watchmen)

Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Bruce Wayne / Batman (Battinson, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle / Catwoman (Zoe Kravitz, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie or Arkhamverse)

Roman Sionis / Black Mask (Ewan McGregor or Arkhamverse)

Slade Wilson / Deathstroke (Arkhamverse)

Arthur Curry / Aquaman (Jason Momoa ver.)

What I will write:

Mainly headcanons and preferences, _____x reader

Only doing SFW for now (this might change depending on my comfort level) -- I will do suggestive content, however (just not blatant smut)

Please be as clear as possible when sending in a request! This helps me be as accurate as possible!

Please be patient with the time it takes for me to answer! I have a part time job and a life outside of tumblr, plus I get burnout a lot

I will not do: yandere, noncon, p*dophilia, abuse, etc.

I am 25 years old (soooo not a minor, lol)

I will do maximum 3 characters / ask

If the ask does not follow the rules then I will delete / not answer!

[moonstrider9904]

do i wanna know?

one shot masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3 | beta read by the wonderful @jedi-hawkins and @freesia-writes

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been seeing Crosshair for months when he's on planet, seemingly only as friends. But one night when he's back, you meet him at your favorite bar, and you get the feeling his flirtatious ways might mean a bit more. Should you get your hopes up, or would that be your heart's last mistake?

Tags: 18+ only. Smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, light nipple play. Flirting, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of war and canon-typical violence, foul language, angst. Also, I am basing some of Crosshair's appearance on this magnificent art here.

Word count: 7056 words

Playlist: Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

The man who filled your thoughts that night leaned over the billiards table. He closed the left eye, leaving the right, tattooed eye open, and he shoved the cue forward with a strength and precision you couldn’t help but find seductive. The sound of the resin clinking as the multiple billiards balls made their way across the table was soon replaced by whistles and calls celebrating Crosshair’s trickshot, after which he straightened up next to the table and looked at his opponent, holding out his hand to collect his wager.

Crosshair had won yet another match that night. As he took the amount of credits he’d wagered from his last opponent, he dismissed himself from the competition with a carefree wave of his hand, and with dark amber eyes, he made his way to you.

“Don’t you look pretty there, cheering me on,” he purred.

You crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on the chair pretending you didn’t care much for what he was saying. “You say I’m pretty, but you’ve barely paid attention to me tonight, handsome.” You smirked at him and winked when you finished your sentence, and Crosshair couldn’t help but smirk back as he took a seat across from you.

He took another sip out of his whisky and looked over at your glass of beer. “You nearly finished that.”

“My point exactly,” you shrugged.

“Come now,” Crosshair moved his chair over closer to you and slid his glass to match his new position on the table. “I was getting credits to spoil you.”

Your head jerked in his direction and you pouted up at him. “Really? How?”

Crosshair chuckled next to your ear, his warm breath over your skin sending shivers through your body. “I was thinking… we could get another round of drinks…”

“Uh-huh?” You prompted as your body leaned closer to him against your will. You could spend weeks, months even, trying not to appear too needy or desperate to him, trying to balance out your pleas to have him closer with your wit and your sarcasm, but all Crosshair had to do was lean in close and purr at you, and you were on your knees.

“We can have as many as you want,” Crosshair continued, “and then…”

You turned and met his eyes when he trailed off. “And?”

He leaned back on his chair and took a sip out of his whisky. But you, in turn, leaned forward to match him, taking the drink from his hand and sipping on it yourself.

“And then what?” You asked again.

Crosshair chuckled, the sound deep and enticing. He took his drink back from you and set it on the table, only to then reach for your chin with his hand, cold from the icy drink he’d just held. Crosshair looked you in the eyes, and for a moment you swore his gaze softened, but it soon regained its usual fire as his grip tightened when he pulled you close.

“Play your cards right and tonight might be your night,” Crosshair crooned.

You felt yourself clench around nothing between your legs, and before you had a thought of what to respond, Crosshair got up from the chair and made his way past the billiards tables to the bar, where he gestured to his drink and yours at the bartender.

That man was dangerously sexy.

You thought he’d come back to the table with you, but instead, you saw him heading towards the back of the bar when his glass was refilled. He looked back at you and signaled you to follow him, and you obeyed. Before leaving, you took the last fried cheese stick from the plate at the center of the table and ate it on the way, and when you walked past the bar, the bartender handed you the beer bottle Crosshair had ordered for you. You took it with a smile and followed Crosshair behind the bar to a storage room. It wasn’t too dim that you feared for your life, but it wasn’t well lit enough to attract any other attention to it, and inside it, Crosshair waited for you. You watched him stand there sipping from his whisky, looking gorgeous in those dark gray trousers and pitch-black shirt topped by a black leather jacket.

Crosshair turned around and let his gaze pierce into you, and a smirk formed on his lips as he approached you. Unsure what to expect from him, your heart squeezed when he reached his arm past you to close the door behind you, and when he pulled his arm back, he once again took his hand up to your chin and lifted your face up to look at him.

“Cross…” You sighed.

He chuckled. “You do want this, right?”

“Yes,” you nearly moaned. You set your beer down next to you on one of the boxes and let your hands snake up his chest until they found rest at the base of his neck. His free hand slid down your body and found the curve of your waist, pulling you closer—he didn’t need many more words before finally leaning down to kiss you.

It was everything you’d been fantasizing for months. Crosshair’s lips were warm and they kissed you with intent, igniting your veins and drenching you between your legs. You couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss as you clung tighter to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had to stand on your toes to press yourself closer to him, feeling yourself getting drunk on the whisky you could taste in him. Your arms shook, your legs felt as if they wouldn’t hold you up, and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest when you felt his hardness begin to press up against your body.

“Take me,” you mumbled. “Take me now, Crosshair.”

He chuckled. “Needy. How cute.”

With a strong grip, Crosshair led you towards one of the larger crates in the room and he let you go just to pat on the surface. You obliged and hopped onto the crate, sitting and parting your legs to let him press closer to you. With one hand still holding his drink, Crosshair wrapped an arm around your waist and resumed kissing you. Hungrily, you kissed him back and ran your hands all over his body. You felt the lean lines on his back and the strong muscles on his chest. You tried to get a feel of his arms, but there wasn’t much you could feel over that leather jacket, so instead, you let your hands return to his abdomen. Through the fabric, you could feel the lumps of his abs as well as some of the scars he’d gotten over the years, but choosing to focus less on the soldier and more on the man, you let your hands make their way downward.

Crosshair let the hand on your body travel as well. He felt himself getting harder at the sight of you in front of him, eager to let him in, your legs parted letting the fabric of your skirt barely attempt to hide the panties from his sight. His hand brushed down past the end of your skirt over the skin of your thigh, and Crosshair let his nails slightly dig into your flesh as he ran his hand down your leg. You whimpered and tightened your grip on him, your back straightening and making you press your breasts onto him, a reflex Crosshair may have enjoyed too much as you felt him grin into your lips.

His hand made its way up your body again. You felt his touch going up your leg and your belly until it eventually reached your chest, and he let his fingers expand over the curve of one of your breasts. Your breath hitched when Crosshair caressed and massaged you, squeezing with the perfect amount of strength to send your mind reeling without any pain, and soon, his fingertips found the bud of your nipple, which he freely pinched just enough to draw a moan from you.

“Fuck…” you whimpered.

Crosshair gave a low laugh. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, darlin’. We’re only allowed in here so long as we don’t make a scene to the whole bar, understood?”

You nodded, licking your lips before reaching down to grab the hem of your blouse, pulling it up and off your body. Crosshair’s gaze darkened as he glanced at your breasts and the delicate black bra that covered them. You reached back to undo the hook of your bra and he helped you take it off, growling as he saw the way your breasts fell freely. With a smirk, Crosshair managed to tear his gaze from your mounds and looked you in the eyes, holding his glass out to you.

“Hold this, darlin’,” he gave you the glass.

Dazed, you held onto his drink. Crosshair now had both of his hands free, and he first held the sides of your torso with his fingertips resting on your back, and he pulled you up while bending down and trailing kisses starting at your collarbone. He traced his lips over your chest, relishing in the way your panting made it go up and down while he brought his hands to your front again. Crosshair took one breast in each of his hands and resumed the massaging and caressing, and soon after, he started lightly pinching at your nipples before bringing his lips down at the level of your breasts.

You suppressed a moan as best as you could when Crosshair placed his lips over one of your nipples. He gently sucked on the bud while his hand continued to massage the other one, making you crave more. You slowly rubbed your hips against the crate under you and felt the dampness between your legs delicious with the friction. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you felt your own pulse down between your legs, so you threw your head back and enjoyed as Crosshair had his way with you.

Much to your pleasure, Crosshair soon resumed his way down, and the emptiness on your breasts was soon compensated by the sight of Crosshair kneeling down before you with dark eyes as he reached for your panties under your skirt. You wiggled to help him get them off and felt the cool air against your moist cunt. You heard Crosshair suck air in through his teeth, and he let his hands slide from your ankles up your legs until firmly grasped your hips.

When you finally felt his tongue against your cunt, you had to constantly convince yourself not to succumb entirely to the bliss—you didn’t want a shattered whisky glass ruining the moment. You moaned as quietly as you could, but the ecstasy wasn’t any less present in the lack of volume. Crosshair pressed himself deeper into your flesh, devouring you, expertly working his tongue and his lips over your all too sensitive clit. You couldn’t help but use your free hand to continue massaging one of your nibbles, just a little extra to enhance the pleasure you already felt.

And as Crosshair flicked his tongue quicker over your clit, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, causing you to press your hips forward onto him. It made him moan, his voice rumbling low in your flesh and making you roll your eyes back, dangerously close to release. Crosshair’s pace didn’t relent. He continued to suck away at your clit until you felt your hips quiver and the temperature of your body oscillate between hot and cold. Your mind went blank as you tried your best not to moan out his name—you were sure everyone out at the bar would hear you if you did. Your body squirmed on that crate as Crosshair continued to make you his own, and you were so gone that you barely noticed when his tongue left your pussy.

You whined softly when you realized he’d stopped. Crosshair was standing back up, and he reached for the glass of whisky in your hand, taking a long sip of it and downing half of its content. Crosshair grunted as the alcohol burned his throat, his chest heaving slightly after his efforts with you. You didn’t hold out your hand to take the glass from him again—messy as you were, you weren’t close to done. You wanted more, and you wanted him. You got down from the crate, and Crosshair watched you in confusion that turned into delight when he saw you kneeling down before him and reaching for the zipper of his pants.

“Oh, such a good girl,” Crosshair purred as he reached his free hand down to brush your cheek. You were still focused on undoing the button and zipper, until you finally pulled down the fabric to free his erection from confinement.

Your mouth watered at the sight. Sucking him off was yet another of the fantasies you’d had for months, just one more thing you dreamt of doing with him every time you met up with him at the bar. Every time you’d questioned if Crosshair was into you had led to that moment, alone with him in that storage room. He’d already claimed you, now it was your turn. You wrapped your fingers around his girth and took him into your mouth, starting off with just the tip, sucking and circling your tongue around it getting used to the taste.

Above you, Crosshair downed the rest of his whisky and set the glass down on another box beside him with a loud toc, moaning softly and whisper-grunting out “Fuck!” as you took more of his length in your mouth. Your breathing deepened, struggling ever so slightly at the fullness in your mouth, yet resolved to see it through. Still, you were aching between your legs as if your folds begged to be touched. It wasn’t like you needed both of your hands to suck Crosshair’s dick, so you took one of them down and rubbed small, quick circles on your clit, whimpering softly into his shaft.

Crosshair looked down at you. The way you had his cock in your mouth, the way you touched yourself, it nearly made him lose all sense of reason. His gaze softened at you as though it were filled with wonder and adoration more than desire. Crosshair reached a hand down and took some of your hair in his hand, stroking the curve of your head before resting his hand down beside your cheek again. The gesture prompted you to look up at him, and when you did, you nearly climaxed again when you noticed how beautifully he was looking at you. At that moment, Crosshair didn’t look like a man only thinking of sex, he looked like a man who adored you completely. Yet another one of your fantasies was coming true.

Your vision blurred, however, when your rubbing on your clit made you climax again. The waves of your orgasm made your lips tighten around Crosshair’s thickness, drawing a low moan from him. He mumbled a few other words you didn’t bother listening to. You were too deep in your orgasm to make sense of anything anyway. You only came to your senses when you felt his hand tugging your cheek ever so gently, bringing your rubbing on your clit to a stop as you looked at him again.

“I want to cum inside you,” Crosshair whispered as he helped you up and hastily helped you back onto the crate where he first had you.

You sat in a similar position as you had initially, with your legs parted and welcoming him to do whatever he wanted with you, and Crosshair leaned in close enough to have to rest his hands on the wall behind you just after sliding his length into your warm, wet walls. Your hands clung to his shoulders, clawing at the leather jacket that made him look dangerously handsome, and you felt your body bouncing with every thrust he gave into your hips. You could hear Crosshair grunting softly between luscious thrusts, as well as the sound of the bottles of alcohol within the crate clanking against each other with his movements. Softly, you whimpered—your cunt was already too sensitive from two orgasms. A third one was beginning to creep up on you, this one boiling deep inside you and promising to rattle you to your very bones. While you waited for it, you looked at Crosshair, his eyes dark and focusing on yours as he fucked deep into you.

You took a hand behind Crosshair’s head, curling your fingers in his hair, as you rested your forehead on his while never breaking eye contact. You wanted to be looking into those eyes when the pleasure took over you, and by the stars, it was everything you dreamed. When the waves of your third orgasm started, all you saw was Crosshair. All you felt was him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip, feeling your arousal dripping from your cunt and splashing your skin, and by extension his, and the only thought in your mind was his name. Not long after your walls had clenched around his cock, you heard Crosshair give a grunt and you felt his warmth filling you inside.

You had longed for that sensation, and it was unimaginably better than you ever could have anticipated. Crosshair then stopped his thrusts as the ropes of hot, thick cum continued to splash inside you, and when he was done, he slowly pulled out of you as you both attempted to catch your breaths.

The entirety of your weight still rested on the hard crate underneath you. You couldn’t feel any of the cold from the wall anymore. Its temperature had merged with the one Crosshair had made you feel—your inability to think about anything other than the wall behind you lay testament to how dumbfoundingly well he had just taken care of you. Your breathing slowed as you made contact with his beautiful amber gaze, his irises making you shiver with expectation as he got up and began leaning closer and his arms snaked towards you. Perhaps he had more in mind for you? You silently begged he would.

Your heart skipped a beat. Without warning, you felt the contact of Crosshair’s bare fingertips on your own, heedfully sliding across your palm from your pinky finger and forward towards your thumb. What you thought was an honest gesture of taking your hand turned out to be him reaching for his trousers for a pack of cigarettes, and before breaking eye contact with you to pull one out, you saw something flash in his eyes you didn’t know what to make out of.

Crosshair lit the cigarette and took a long inhale like it was the fresh air he yearned for. He watched you as you slowly regained composure and reached for your bra and your blouse, attempting to dress again.

“Need help with that?” He crooned.

“I’m good,” you replied. “But let me know next time you want to take these off me.”

Crosshair scoffed, taking another breath from his cigarette.

When you finished dressing you got down from the crate and stood firmly on the ground. You made your way over to Crosshair and he opened the door of the cellar, standing aside to let you through first. You smiled at him and were just about to step out the door when you hastily remembered your beer was still in there—no way you were gonna leave that abandoned. Though you focused on your drink, you did manage to hear Crosshair chuckle as he walked after you back towards the bar.

Crosshair draped an arm around your shoulders as you both walked back to the table you’d chosen earlier. He pulled a chair out for you to sit and went across to sit in front of you, and shortly after, a waiter brought him another glass of whisky. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d ordered—were you that awestruck from your recent encounter in the cellar?

“Do you want anything else, doll?” He asked you.

“What?” You snapped your attention to him, stuttering. “No, no, I’m… good.”

Crosshair chuckled. You could tell he was just being cocky.

The night wore on mostly in silence as you finished up your drinks. Though many of your daydreams had just become reality, you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. You were happy to suggest more things, but you were also curious to see what Crosshair had in mind. If nothing else came up, you would ask him to your place, and maybe he could spend the night, maybe you could play something on the holo for background noise while he made you his own again…

You set your empty beer bottle down on the table and looked up at him, your eyes wide and beckoning him. In one gulp, he finished his whisky and began to stand up, and you followed.

Crosshair looked over at the bartender. “Put it on Hunter’s tab, will you?”

You saw the bartender nod, but you quickly focused on Crosshair again as he adjusted his jacket. He put the cigarette out on the ashtray on the center of the table and finally looked at you, smirking softly as he began to make his way towards the exit with you next to him. The cool air hit you hard when you were out on the street, and without any prompt, you felt Crosshair placing his jacket over you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

You both stood in silence, and the absence of words or plans was destroying you. Finally, you reached within you for courage.

“Would you like to go back to my place?” You asked him.

Crosshair chuckled as he reached a hand for your chin, letting you see the snake tattoo that was prominent on his forearm. The gesture and the ink made you clench around nothing all over again.

“You still want more?” He hummed.

“Yes,” you admitted. “But I was also thinking maybe we could just… spend the night? You know, if you’re tired. Just us.”

He chuckled again. “Can’t. I ship out early.”

Your heart sank. “Crosshair…”

He raised a brow at you, prompting you to speak.

“I want to know…” you trailed off. “What we did back there… it wasn’t nothing, right?”

“Did it feel like nothing?” He asked.

“Well, no—”

“Don’t fix what isn’t broken, darlin’,” he evaded you.

“You know what I mean,” you said. “We’ve been meeting up for months. I want you, Crosshair, more than just in a hidden cellar.”

Crosshair sighed. “Please don’t go and ruin this. Not now.”

You felt your heart plummeting inside you. Were you delusional? Those times his eyes had softened at you, his fingers brushing your cheeks with such care, was it all yet another daydream you’d fabricated? Had you just made an utter fool of yourself?

“Oh…” you whispered. “I…”

He sighed. Crosshair looked like he was about to say something else, but you didn’t want to give yourself more reasons to get your heart broken.

“That’s fine, I… I got it wrong,” you said before he could speak.

“Come on, doll,” Crosshair faced you. “I’m always on the move and way too close to blaster fire for us to be a good idea.”

“Then what the hell was that back there?” You gestured at the cellar.

“I like to have my fun.” Crosshair shrugged.

Fury boiled within you. “Are you kidding me? That’s what you mean, that I’m just a bit of fun?”

“I mean I’m not tied down, and neither are you,” Crosshair looked you in the eyes. Whatever emotions he showed before, this time you were sure he was completely serious.

But knowing he was being honest didn’t make things any easier.

Crosshair sighed. “Look, just…”

You looked at him, not knowing whether to hope for him to say something to remedy your feelings or not.

“You’re great,” he said. “And I look forward to seeing you when I come back to this planet. But don’t mistake this for something else. You’d be wasting your time with me.”

“I wouldn’t,” you tried to appeal, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Crosshair, I am mad for you! Tonight has been everything I’ve been yearning for months. You are all I want, this is all I want.”

He didn’t say anything to you. He simply looked you in the eyes with dismay.

Slowly, you unwrapped your arms from Crosshair’s waist. “But… you don’t want that.”

Crosshair looked upset. You figured he wasn’t a monster, and anyone would appear upset when making such a rejection. For your sake, you wouldn’t make anymore of it. Crosshair was difficult to read as it was.

You took his jacket off and handed it to him. “You’ll be needing this.”

“Babe, don’t do this—”

“You either do or you don’t, Crosshair,” you said, unwilling to have your time be wasted. “And right now you’re telling me you don’t, so…”

For a moment, Crosshair seemed to sadden.

You sighed. “I should just go home.”

Crosshair tore his eyes from you for a moment and he took the jacket from your grip in a surprisingly gentle manner. “I guess you should.”

You managed to meet his gaze. You didn’t want him to be out of your life, as much as you were heartbroken by him pushing you away. And the thought of him being out at war, all alone, with his life on the line every day… The idea of something happening to him and you not being in his life somehow was even more dreadful than the idea of losing him whilst having had the chance to love him.

But there was no changing Crosshair’s mind.

“Be safe,” you managed to say.

Crosshair looked at you again, his eyes laden with sorrow. Had you been more naive, you would have expected him to tell you not to leave, that he was wrong, he’d been an idiot, that he did want to be with you. But waiting for something that wouldn’t happen was too painful, and you decided to be the one who left first.

You walked homeward without looking back, and as a tear rushed down your cheek, you tried your best not to blame yourself for thinking your feelings could go both ways.

Blue and white specs of hyperspace surrounded the Marauder. Crosshair sat in his usual chair, in his usual pose of having one leg crossed over the other while the Firepuncher rifle rested across the length of his shin. Holding the rifle, his thumb tapped rhythmically over the scope in tandem with the beat of the song he was listening to on two very discreet yet very loud earbuds. The bass and the guitar, the strong and steady drums reminded him of himself, but the lyrics only made him think of you. The stoic sniper kept a straight face during the multiple times he listened to it, and his mind was able to ponder on many things at once.

What were you up to? Why was he doing something he’d openly laugh at someone else if they were doing the exact same by listening to a rock song thinking of you? What were you wearing that day? How many more men had perished in the battle he was headed to since he and his squad received the briefing? Was it even still daytime on Coruscant? And if it was night time, were you in the arms of another? He hadn’t given you a reason to cling to him anyway, not the last time he’d met you.

He focused his mind on you, your eyes staring up at him, the warmth of your body against his and the pitch of your little whimpers, the way your fingertips curled around his hair when he made you squirm and how your soft lips felt on his skin. He thought back to the moment he nearly took your hand and fooled himself into grabbing a cigarette instead. And then he’d done it again when he told you it was all a bit of fun, when he said he didn’t want to be yours, when he stood there watching you walk away from him.

Despite your absence, Crosshair had been seeing you for nights since his shore leave on Coruscant ended. You were constantly on his mind, much to his annoyance. The fact that every dream and every song lyric brought your face back into his sights was a constant reminder of his own incapacity to admit something so basic—but if it was so basic, why did that feeling fucking eat him away from the inside out? Crosshair sneered. He was at a point where he feared only the unspeakable horrors of war would succeed in removing you from his mind, a fact he didn’t know if it would be terrible or merciful. But he, alongside everyone inside the Marauder, was in for one hell of a battle, already forecast to be one of the bloodiest of the war.

If that didn’t do it, nothing would.

Crosshair’s head swayed forward and back as exhaustion took over him, and he had no sense to even make out how beneficial it would be for him to get a few winks of sleep before reaching the trenches that waited for him on landfall. Blurs of you raced through his mind as the chorus of the song echoed in his subconscious for another countless time, and after what had only felt like seconds, Crosshair regained consciousness to a Marauder that was navigating the transition between space and the tremorous atmosphere of their destination.

Even the clouds foretold the misery that waited for them down there.

Crosshair still had the earbuds on, shielding him from the sounds playing out before him, but he was able to make out Hunter’s silhouette approaching him as he mouthed the words be ready, and a cold shudder took over Crosshair as he saw Hunter had an aura of dread in him as well.

The Marauder shook from the heavy turbulence around it. Crosshair removed the earbuds and slipped his helmet over his head, and he took his rifle, ready for anything. If he made it out alive, he’d probably ask you out for whisky the moment he saw you again.

You couldn’t help but feel wary when your doorbell rang. No one ever visited you, you weren’t expecting anything to be delivered, or anyone to drop by, you didn’t even have anything planned that night. In the absence of anything going on, you figured you’d make your way across your little apartment to the door.

“Who is it?” You called.

From the other side of your door, you were met with hesitation. You were then surprised by hearing your name being spoken in a coiled, smooth voice, its pitch low that made your name sound like the galaxy’s rarest delicacy.

You opened the door.

There stood Crosshair, dressed in black and gray like he usually would when he met you at the bar. This time he wasn’t wearing a jacket, and the short sleeves of his shirt let you see the snake tattoo on his forearm that you loved so much, as well as the veins and thin layer of hair that made you wild. Still, as much as you loved that tattoo, the detail of a fresh, light-brown scar on his other forearm didn’t escape you.

You still hadn’t forgotten the way you’d parted the last time you were with him—you weren’t about to foolishly welcome him in again.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, your voice plagued with more genuine curiosity than the spite of the walls you tried to put up.

Crosshair didn’t speak. He stepped forward and took you in his arms, quickly wrapping them around your silhouette as though clinging to your back and waist. The way he pressed your body to his was alien, but by no means unwelcome. You felt his heartbeat quicken against you as his grip gradually tightened, and as he straightened his back, you had to lift yourself to be on your toes.

“Crosshair?” You inquired.

He gave a brief shake before steadying himself again. “I needed to see you.”

With a brief sigh, your heart sank. You’d watched the news over the past few days, and now that a soldier was clinging to you for dear life, you managed to put two and two together.

“You were on Umbara, weren’t you?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, somber, yet comforting.

Crosshair loosened his grip just enough to look you in the eyes, and the snark and wit were suddenly gone from his gaze replaced by revelation.

“Your brothers?” You followed up. “Are they okay?”

“They’re all fine, but…” Crosshair trailed off. “Too many platoons. Too many families were broken.”

You never thought he cared that much. You gently reached a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your warmth while having one of his own hands fly up to meet your own, holding your palm closer to him. You could see the remorse in his eyes, but you wouldn’t be arrogant enough to believe that remorse was only caused by you. You feared the answer of your next question.

“Did you…?” You couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the thought.

Crosshair shuddered at the memory of a blue and white helmet under his scope. He shuddered at the thought of what would have been and how many more would have fallen if Rex hadn’t run past him waving his arms. The idea of someone, anyone, using him against his brothers, controlling him with sinister motives and turning him against his own brothers… Crosshair knew how dangerous he would be, and the thought terrified him.

“I need you,” Crosshair admitted. “All that time, I needed you. I didn’t want to die out there. I didn’t want to kill one of my own.”

“Hey…” You comforted him. “None of you knew.”

Crosshair cupped your hands with his face, the gentle gesture rendered desperate with his grip giving away how starved he was.

“I need you,” he said again, a faint growl appearing in his voice. “I need to know if you feel this agony when you’re away from me, if you’d be the only home I would return to. I want to be too fucking busy being yours to die out there. I want to be yours I’m willing to crawl back to you every fucking time.”

Your eyes widened in endearment and disbelief at the words he’d spoken. “I thought you didn’t want that…”

Crosshair’s gaze and grip softened as he leaned in closer to you until his lips fell on yours. He only broke the kiss to look you in the eyes again, more serious than he ever could be.

“I was an idiot,” he admitted.

You chuckled softly. “You kind of were. But so was I. I should have admitted my feelings too, long ago.”

Crosshair smiled softly and shook his head. “Wouldn’t have made a difference. I’m too stubborn.”

You giggled, cupping his face. “I like you stubborn.”

His smile turned into a smirk. “I know.”

Your hands traveled over to his chest, where they rested gently. “Would you like to go somewhere? Clear your head?”

“I was wondering if you’d let me take you up on the offer to spend the night,” Crosshair answered without hesitation.

You smiled. “Absolutely.”

“But no cheesy soap operas on the holo,” Crosshair added.

“You sure?” You grinned with mischief. “Scandal Gal is getting really good. I think Flair and Puck are finally gonna get together.”

Crosshair directed a deadpan stare at you, but that was one of your favorite expressions on his face. You giggled, wrapping your arms fully around his shoulders as you softly kissed his chin.

“I’m here and I’m yours, you hear me?” Your tone softened.

A subdued exhale left Crosshair as his gaze turned gentle on you, but his grip around your waist hardened. Before you made sense of the door of your apartment finally closing, Crosshair pressed his lips to yours with his movements quickly igniting a passion between you. You forgot the holos and the music and whatever refreshments you could have offered your guest. There was only one thing you wanted to do that night.

The stumbling between your apartment’s door and your bed was a blur, but as soon as you were able to make sense of being in your bedroom, you felt Crosshair picking you up and setting you gently on the bed. He crawled on the bed too, perching himself up on his knees to pull his shirt up over his body to cast it aside, and you couldn’t help the tiny whimper that left you at the sight of him.

Crosshair was gorgeous, with his beautiful bronze skin apparently glowing in the light of your room. The snake tattoo on his forearm seemed more prominent when he was shirtless, but your eyes were drawn to the area of his chest where you couldn’t help but stare at the thin layer of hair near the center, as well as the little 99 tattooed underneath his left pec. There were also scars scattered around his torso, all balanced out with the lean lines of his muscles.

He smirked at the sight of you, proud that you apparently liked what you saw. You knew he wasn’t done, for he then proceeded to undo his trousers, which you gladly watched him do. When Crosshair was naked in front of you, you hurried to take off your blouse and your pants, which he helped you out of, until at last you lay bare and naked underneath him.

The electricity of the moment paled in comparison to the cellar at the bar the other night, an occasion far more desperate and wanting at the time. This was far more intimate, even romantic, as Crosshair leaned down and made contact with your skin. You felt yourself engulfed in his warmth as he kissed you again. He switched between your lips, your chin, and your neck, ravishing you and making you feel like you were among clouds. You rested your head back on the pillow and let him have his way with you, which would pleasantly surprise you sooner rather than later when you felt his fingers beginning to stroke you between your legs.

A moan escaped you like honey. Crosshair applied the right amount of pressure to your folds to make the pleasure begin to flow through your body, steady and delicious. Your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as you continued to kiss him, and when you brushed your tongue past his lips to wrestle with his, you felt his long finger slipping inside your walls to stroke and curl inside you. Hungrily, you moaned into him, partly wishing it was his cock inside you rather than his finger, but you wouldn’t rush things.

Delectably slowly, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, and the way your moaning escalated lay testament to that. Your grip around Crosshair was as hard as it could be, and when he began to feel your walls tighten around his finger, Crosshair emerged from your lips and gasped for air, looking into your eyes. You pleaded to him with your gaze not to stop, to please continue and push you over that edge you so desperately wanted. All it took was a smirk from him to finally do it, and you began to quiver underneath him as you moaned loud enough for the adjacent apartments to hear you. Incoherent mumbles escaped you, but among them, Crosshair was able to make out the words kiss me, please, and he obliged.

You drowned in the feeling of his lips on yours while your orgasm endured, and as the waves wore off, you felt Crosshair shifting your positions. Now, his back lay flat on the bed and you were on top of him, and it was only then that you broke the kiss to position your entrance on top of his erection. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on him, and with his strong hands, Crosshair helped you bounce up and down rhythmically.

“Come here,” Crosshair beckoned.

You leaned forward while Crosshair continued thrusting upwards, and you enjoyed the feeling of being close to him once again. Your lips found his and you kissed him with the same fire as before, only pausing to look into his gorgeous eyes as the pleasure filled you again. Your attention lingered on every one of Crosshair’s tiny grunts and moans—they were enough to send sparks through your whole body, and you felt you could listen to him do that forever. Crosshair’s grip on your hips tightened, thrusting into you at a speed you felt was impossible, and at that rhythm of pounding, you quickly shattered over him in another orgasm, moaning louder than before and quaking on top of his body. You felt your arousal squirting out of you and dripping onto his skin, a feeling you knew he picked up on when he moaned deep and delicious into the room. Not long after that, the familiar sensation of hot ropes of cum strewing inside of you made you see white, and you felt your body rise and fall in tandem with Crosshair’s heavy breathing as he slowed down and tried to recover himself.

“Mine…” Crosshair mumbled. “Fuck, you’re mine.”

You moaned at his words and leaned down to kiss him. “All yours, handsome…”

With the strength he had left, Crosshair tightened his grip around you and flipped you over, and now, he was on top of you.

Your man, your lover, was nowhere near done with you, and you were ready for nights like those to become a regular part of both of your lives.

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[kaminocasey]

Black & Gold Part One

Summary: Crosshair wears a black suit and your brain short circuits.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive language, Crosshair gets rough, Smut in next part

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I've been sitting on this since February when I mentioned to Moonstrider that I was working on this. So, if anyone is friends with her outside of Tumblr, can you send this her way please? <3

Also, this is the dress I had in mind while writing it, but if you'd rather imagine a totally different dress, that's definitely okay!!!!

You can find it on AO3 Here!

“Why do I have to go with him?” You ask Hunter as you’re putting your dress on.

“Because we need information from the Hutts and you and Crosshair are surprisingly a good team.” Hunter explains, leaning in the doorway with his back turned away from you so you can get dressed.

“Hunter, he hates me.” You sigh.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just a little rough around the edges.” Hunter assures you.

Rough around the edges? Crosshair was constantly making snide remarks to you about you. Rough around the edges didn’t even begin to cut it.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be happy and I’m going to complain the whole time.” You tell Hunter once you finish getting ready. “How do I look?”

“Like a knockout.” Echo whistles from behind Hunter.

You laugh and smile proudly. You loved this dress. You had bought the gold dress on Coruscant after seeing it in a shop window. You only tried it on for about three seconds before you decided to buy it, not even caring if you’d never find a reason to wear the thing. The gold had immediately caught your eye. You felt really good in it.

“And how do I look?” You hear Crosshair’s voice in the fresher doorway.

You all look at him but only you feel your metaphorical panties drop. Crosshair steps out in an all black suit. Black blazer, black shirt, black tie… black everything. You feel your lips part and you can’t bring yourself to close them.

“You look good, brother.” Hunter pats him on the shoulder as he and Echo walk out.

Crosshair stands there, looking you up and down, smirking.

“Gold looks good on you.” He compliments you. “It’ll accent my suit well.”

“Oh, just what I want. To make you look good.” You give him a sarcastic scrunch of your nose.

He rolls his eyes. “You can’t just take a compliment can you?”

“From you? No thank you.” You shrug.

“Can you two stop arguing? We’re about to land.” Echo calls back to you.

“Fine.” You and Crosshair say, simultaneously, then glare at each other.

You hear Tech speak up “Did you know that Jabba’s palace was actually originally built as a monastery by the B'omarr Monks?”

“You mentioned that yesterday.” You tell him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Remember, you’re supposed to get-” Hunter starts.

“The intel on Enlo Halino. We know.” You smile at Hunter. “We’ll get it.”

Hunter smiles at you. “I know you will.”

You don’t see it but Crosshair rolls his eyes at you and Hunter. He secretly couldn’t stand it when Hunter got overly friendly with you.

“Are you done?” Crosshair asks you and Hunter.

You roll your eyes again. “Yep.”

Tech and Echo land the Marauder away from Hutt’s palace and you and Crosshair walk to the entrance. He offers you his arm and you reluctantly take it.

“It’ll help if you act like you like me.” He whispers.

“Same goes for you.” You whisper back as you walk into Jabba’s palace.

“I do like you.” Crosshair tells you.

“Liar.” You laugh.

“You’re the one who doesn’t like me.” He argues with you, quietly.

You look up at him, incredulous. “Are you serious? You’ve been an asshole to me since day one.”

“Newsflash, doll… I’m an asshole to everyone. Don’t take it personally.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes. You’ve honestly never wanted to smack him more than you do right now. The moment you get back on the ship… Crosshair puts his hand over yours as it rests on his arm. You look up at him, annoyed.

“Smile.” He insists.

You honestly would rather vomit than do something that Crosshair tells you to do. Where did he get off on trying to tell you what to do?

“Please.” He adds, softly.

You whip your head to look at him in surprise. He side-eyes you with a sigh and fake smiles down at you first. You hate to admit it, but his smile is nice. You relax your scowl and smile slightly up at him.

You choose to focus on the music playing around you, trying to avoid looking at him. You’re pretty sure that once this is over, you’re going to tell Hunter you never want to partner up with Crosshair ever again.

“I meant what I said earlier.” Crosshair tells you, softly, finding a booth to sit in.

“What, that you’re an asshole?” You smile, teasingly.

He actually chuckles. “Gold looks good on you… You look… quite nice, actually.”

You look at him, eyebrows raised. “Thanks.”

He nods, looking away from you as he takes a sip of whatever the waitress brings around. You watch his lips meet the rim of the glass and suddenly your heart starts beating a little quicker. Thank the Maker that Hunter wasn’t here. He’d never let you live it down.

“What?” Crosshair looks at you.

You whip your head away, looking out at the party. “Nothing.”

“Now who’s the liar?” He teases, resting an arm around you.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, ready to rip his arm off.

He sighs. “There are a few men with their eyes on you, I’m just trying to make it seem convincing that we’re actually here together.”

“Oh.” You try to settle into his side.

Crosshair stares someone down as he sets his drink down and reaches in front of you with his other hand, pulling you into his lap so that you’re straddling his lap, facing him.

“Maker, seriously?” You roll your eyes.

He smirks, watching your lips. “Just making it convincing that you’re taken for the night.”

“I think they get it.” You sigh, looking around.

When you turn, your clothed warmth rubs against the now obvious bulge in his now too tight pants. You let out a whimper at the same time that he lets out a soft groan. You both stare at each other, surprise and shock on both of your faces. You’re both too afraid to move.

“You’re not an asshole to me because you’re an asshole to everyone...” You start to figure out.

“Don’t…” He warns you.

You wrap your hand around his tie, pulling him toward you, looking down at his lips.

“You’re an asshole because you like me and you can’t stand it.” You smirk.

“Shut. Up.” He leans in even closer, his lips almost touching yours, giving you a warning glare before looking down at your lips.

“And if I don’t?” You breathe against his lips.

He not-so-gently pushes you off of him, scooting out of the booth and walks away. You should be inclined to follow him, but you think he may need his space. Until you see him pull out his pistol and walk up to Jabba. Confused, you throw yourself out of the booth and follow behind him as backup, pulling yours out of your thigh holster. Crosshair barely glances at you as he leans in close to Jabba and whispers something to him. Jabba replies in Huttese which you don’t understand but Crosshair nods, and puts his gun away, grabbing your hand and dragging you out quickly.

“What the hell?” You demand when you get outside of the palace.

Suddenly, Crosshair shoves you into the wall in the shadows. Your back hits the warm stone wall, sending your body into fight mode.

“You drive me fucking mad. Do you know that? You just can’t listen to one thing I tell you. You always have to argue and test me.” He fumes, in your face.

You look up at him, shocked. In the time that you’ve known Crosshair, he’s never been violent, just threatening.

“Do you see what you do to me?” He asks you, dragging your hand to his now hardened length. “See how fucking hard you make me?”

He drops your hand and steps away, angrily rubbing his hands over his face.

“You were right. I’m an asshole to you because it pisses me off how bad I want you.” He sighs, looking at you like he’s in agony.

“Cross…” You whisper.

“No. Just… stop.” He groans. “I understand that you hate my guts. It’s really all my fault. I pushed you to hate me…”

“Crosshair.” You speak over him.

He stops talking to look at you. You walk to him and he’s staring at you, curiously, waiting to see what you do or say.

“I… I don’t hate you.” You murmur.

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Right.”

“Crosshair.” You pull his face to look at you. “You piss me off so bad sometimes. But…”

“But?” He whispers, looking down at your lips as you look at his.

You aren’t sure what to say but before you can say anything, you see Echo and Wrecker walking up to look for you. You forgot to check in with them.

“Kriff…” You whisper, pulling away from him to walk toward Echo and Wrecker.

Before you can step out of the shadows, you feel Crosshair’s hand around your wrist. He pulls you back into the shadows, pushing you up against the palace wall, crushing his lips to yours. You moan softly into the kiss immediately and he runs his hand around your waist, pulling against him. When he pulls away, it takes you a second to open your eyes, unable to believe that just happened. He smirks down at you before walking away to go meet Wrecker and Echo. You quietly follow behind him, running your fingers along your lips.

Crosshair gives your waist a quick squeeze, leaning in close. “Can I prove to you later just how much I don’t hate you?”

You look up at him, nodding. “Please.”

He gives your hand a quick kiss before getting back on the Marauder. You hope “later” comes soon.

Part Two

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[beautifulterriblequeen]

I like the idea of all of Rayla's parents acting the way they did because they have almost only their daughter's safety in mind.

Ok, I have a new headcanon now, about Rayla’s parents, the four of them.

I still don’t have the book (pfff, it’s been 2 months…) but I learned something in an interesting exchange on Reddit : Runaan and Rayla not only have a really good relationship, they have a really strong bond, he’s one of the person she trust the most in this world.

I changed my mind a lot about Runaan when I discovered he wasn’t trying to kill her. And I’m even starting to think this bond is one of the (numerous) reasons he couldn’t kill her, never: because breaking that trust was impossible for him, it’s too precious in his eyes.

But something bothered me (I hope you didn’t already make an analysis on this ’^^): why would Runaan would be so unnecessarily harsh with Rayla that night, in Katolis. Especially in the novel? Why hurting her so much, telling her she’s weak and all? And I think I got my answer (thanks to that exchange on reddit): he knows she’s not weak at all, and he knows they have a strong, really strong bond. If she were to learn he’s about to die, she would follow him to try to save him and so would get killed too. 

Only solution : hurting her to makes sure she stick to her mission and never come back. 

And this led me to think about Lain and Tiadrin. Why didn’t they just run away with the egg? It’s not like it couldn’t have been moved, after all. Ok, they can’t fly, but they could have hid somewhere and escape, no? It would have been smart and Moonshadow elves are maybe all about honor and all, but they’re not stupid. Plus, being stealthy, it’s kinda their thing, no?

So, what if they stayed for their oath, yes, but most of all for Rayla? They know how running away is percieved by their people, they know it would bring shame to Rayla, put her in a difficult situation in their village. So they stay behind for her… too bad Viren didn’t let anything behind to makes the others understand what happened… 

As for Ethari, he was confused and overwhelmed with grief, he made a mistake. But he already proved he can break rules for her, and, another HC, the fact he lost almost everything about Runaan in the Silvergrove will help him to get out of here to go to Rayla when he will find his husband’s flower. I mean, the moonstrider, the moon opal, Runaan himself, Rayla who can’t go home. There’s nothing much left (as far as we know) of Runaan, if not Rayla, no?

So yes, I think he will going after his daughter and his husband, and he won’t let anything stand in his way.

Conclusion: the four parents in the Moonfam really have their daughter’s well being in mind, even if it means for them to die

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Ohoho is this moonfam theories I see in my inbox, @lily-lilou​? *happy wiggles* 

First off, I hope your copy of the book arrives soon. It’s wild that it’s taking so long for some people. :(

I don’t know how many TDP fans here are parents like me, but I definitely see that a lot of parental mindsets got worked into the show as bedrock motivation for the characters who have children in their lives. Viren, Harrow, Sarai, the Queens of Duren, Amaya, Gren by extension, and of course all the moonfam! 

I was a very different person before I had my kids. I think it’s safe to say that I was objectively a worse person, if I’m honest. INTJ’s don’t always get the small picture until it’s right there, every day, changing their world with its gooey smiles and unrelenting adoration. So, knowing that, I’m always interested in how the characters with kids act, and why, and maybe who they used to be beforehand. Because one thing is always the same among loving parents, no matter who they used to be: their children are always, always, on their mind on some level or another, no matter what choices must be made. And the number of cute, dumb, unnoticed, sweet, life-changing, utterly ordinary, and just-because choices we make for our kids literally cannot be tallied. Their smiles, their trust, their courage to head out into a wild and crazy world on their own... we’d do anything for them. Anything. *flailing mom noises*

I totally concur on your view of Runaan. I did write up a post a long time back, with that exact perspective as my take, but I’m glad to see the theory hasn’t dimmed because of the book! To me, the book is just another interpretation of the same issue: Runaan must separate Rayla from the mission at (almost) any cost, even if it means hurting her feelings. At least she’ll still be alive to have them.

That said, he’s a lot more gentle in the show than in the book. I don’t know if the assassins’ rather rabid calling for Rayla’s head in the novel is just a tonal difference or if it’s foreshadowing something sinister about Moonshadow culture which we been knew. It does set a starker difference between Runaan and his team, though. He does have that strong bond with Rayla, and because of it he wants to spare her so much, but he literally cannot say so in front of the others, so he uses his frustration and fear for her life to wordlessly drive her away to safety. 

Both versions work. He’s doing the same thing in each one. He’s still a soft dad in a tight spot, trying to save his precious child from death. And in both cases, he is hard enough to do whatever it takes--even making Rayla feel so bad that she runs off and leaves him to his deadly fate--which he was never going to abandon anyway.

Later in the book, there’s a scene where it’s revealed what Runaan truly thinks about Lain and Tiadrin. In light of that information, it’s pretty clear that all of his insults when he and Rayla were fighting on the castle roof were simply a harder version of his show plan to send her home to Ethari. He’s desperate to keep her out of the fighting, but she’s young and eager and they are bonded tightly, you’re right. So he thinks he has to be harsh in order to save her.

How much easier would it have been if he had felt he could just tell her the truth, I wonder. But that’s not the Moonshadow way, apparently. At least not when you’re layered up to protect your own feels because you’re on a mission of death.

Lain and Tiadrin know what it’s like to love a little one. I think that made them excellent Dragonguards. I wonder, now, if any of the Skywings there had children. Or if their family ties are just looser because of their nomadic tendencies. But Moonshadows are very tightly knit to their families. There was no way in Xadia that Lain and Tiadrin would abandon a helpless child to a dark mage. 

They’d left their own little child with a craftsman and an assassin who would definitely die to keep Rayla out of the reach of dark magic. And they weren’t wrong--Runaan did exactly that. If Rayla didn’t die in the fighting, she’d be captured right alongside him. So that mindset was something that all four parents definitely must’ve shared. Protect Rayla. At all costs. 

And Lain, Tiadrin, and later Rayla all extended that to Zym. Protect the Dragon Prince. At all costs. Because that’s what you do with those little ones you love, who cannot protect themselves yet.

I agree about Ethari, too. He has that protective spirit in his heart, but it’s not nearly as battle-tested as it is for Runaan, Lain, and Tiadrin. He faltered because he lost Runaan, his strongest ally and the love of his life. But he’s never going to make that mistake again. He’s already straight-up breaking the rules for Rayla, and that isn’t going to stop anytime soon. 

He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. He gave her those awesome butterfly swords so she could make the most use of all the years of Runaan’s training. But now, see... now he thinks he’s the only parent she has left.

Ethari believes he is the last remaining member of the old guard, the phalanx that stood around Rayla to protect her. It’s all down to him now. And you’re right, he’s lost connection after connection with the Silvergrove and his old life. Maybe he’ll straight up head out to find himself a new one. And if he does, you gotta know that it’ll all be in service to protecting his daughter the best way he knows how.

Appealing Rayla’s ghosting to the Moonshadow ruler? Fixing the Moonhenge? Ending the war? Freeing the others from their coin prisons? Saving Callum’s life? Adopting Soren and Claudia? Trapping Aaravos in a primal stone of his own making? I know I say I’d put nothing past Aaravos, but listen. There is nothing Ethari could do in service to Rayla that would surprise me. That is who he is. He’s a family man, and his heart is bigger than all of Xadia. He will find a way, or he will roll up his sleeves and craft one. Because Rayla is the daughter of his heart, too.

[theredhairedmonkey]

Why Callum chose to go home

While we’re all loving the “Through the Moon” leaks, I noticed that there’s a small minority of fans who seem to be a little fussy about the fact that both Rayla and Callum decided to travel back to Katolis rather than remain in Xadia. 

I think many people (myself included, for a time) presumed that the duo would stay on the Storm Spire so that Rayla could be a Dragonguard while Callum could learn magic from Ibis. I’ve already addressed here why Rayla going to live in Katolis is actually a very good thing for her; she’d be in a better place, emotionally speaking, a more nuturing environment with Callum and Ezran.

But the question as to why Callum chose to return to Katolis is a bit more complicated. It seems, at first glance at least, that Xadia is where he belongs. Being a prince was an awkward fit for him, but being a mage seemed to come much more naturally. One of the first TDP metas I ever read (by @raayllum​ no less) made a pretty compelling case for why Callum was going to choose to live in Xadia:

And as Callum’s interest and desire for magic only grew stronger throughout the season(s), it only strengthened the foundation this [boat] scene put down: these two, post war, living in Xadia together, and reminding each other of how incredible the life they’ve built together really is.

And shortly after S3, raayllum reaffirmed her theory that Callum will choose to remain in Xadia, both to learn Sky magic and to stay with Rayla.

This was, and is, a very convincing argument for me. Indeed, for the longest time, until Callum’s Spellbook was released (I’ll get to why that matters below), I took it for granted that Callum would stay in Xadia, focusing his efforts entirely on learning magic, and above all, to build a life with Rayla.

So, why didn’t he? 

To put it another way, why does Callum decide to return to Katolis and learn to be a prince as well as a mage?

The reason, I think, comes down to a fundamental misunderstanding of what Callum’s character arc truly is. A misunderstanding that I had, and one I suspect many fans do as well.

Here’s the typical interpretation of Callum’s arc: Callum doesn’t fit in as a prince. He’s terrible at everything he tries and doesn’t know how to interact with his stepfather. But then he discovers he’s a natural at magic, and so he’s now supposed to become a mage, rather than a prince.

And that’s not a bad interpretation. Indeed, in S1 that’s what it seemed like Callum’s arc was leading to.

All we see in those first three episodes is Callum struggling at just about everything...and then he tries magic and suddenly he discovers he has a talent for it.

He even spells this out himself:

Callum: Look...Rayla. Princes are supposed to be good at things. Sword-fighting, leadership, riding horses. But I’ve always been kind of bad at, well, everything. So when I tried that spell, I was sure I’d end up on fire or covered in spiders. But it worked. And then you called me a mage, and that felt...right.

So, again, in the context of S1, thinking that Callum is a terrible prince who learns he’s a great mage seems to make sense. Callum himself thinks this way too.

But that’s not where his story was headed. Which is why beginning in S2, Callum’s worldview begins to crumble. 

Upon learning that humans can’t do magic, Callum is determined to prove otherwise. But when he tries to give Lujanne the same speech he gave to Rayla, he hits a snag.

Callum: Growing up I was supposed to learn horseback riding, sword-fighting, achery, battle tactics, but I was so bad at everything.

Lujanne: But then, you didn’t give up? And you got good?

Callum: ...well, no, I gave those up.

Callum may brush this off for the moment, but the point Lujanne makes should be well-taken. It raises a logical inconsistency in Callum’s reasoning, questioning why he wasn’t this determined to pursue other skills. Why did Callum give up on being a prince, but persist at becoming a mage?

Because, according to him, it was because he was immediately good at magic. He thinks that, because magic seemed to come easily to him, that becoming a mage was something he was always supposed to do.

For this reason, he presses on. He will become a mage, come hell or high water.

Callum: [Lujanne] said that you had to connect to the Primal and that magical creatures or born with a connection. But I don’t see why I can’t make my own connection.

But 2x04 marks Callum’s  “the moment of grace.” The midpoint of the story, where he looks inside and sees the truth about himself.

The truth he realizes is that there is no magic inside him. That he has no special spark that will let him be immediately and readily talented at magic, and that if he is ever to become a mage, it will take patience and determination to do it.

He hits his lowest moment, which opens him up to accepting the real lesson he needed to learn all arc long:

Harrow: Callum, you are free. Free from both the past and the future. Nothing is set in stone. Fate is a lie. You are free!

And this was Callum’s real arc. He always believed he was terrible at all princely skills because he’s merely a “step-prince.” He wasn’t born royalty, and so he thinks he doesn’t have that innate talent that would let him be anything like his father or brother.

He discovers the same problem with magic; he wasn’t born with an Arcanum, and therefore can’t do magic like Lujanne can. Only this time, something clicks with Callum. The pieces come together and, inspired by his stepfather’s words, he realizes there isn’t anything he’s supposed to be. All there is, is who he chooses to be.

And once he connects to the Sky Arcanum, Callum writes this final lesson in his spellbook:

“My tip to anyone trying to learn something hard: Sometime there can be so much that it feels overwhelming, frustrating, and impossible. My advice is to try to be patient, and breathe, and trust that eventually you will get it!”

He takes his own lesson to heart. Once in Xadia, Callum’s new worldview is tested. He’s forced to scale an incredibly tall tree, ride a hard-to-tame Moonstrider, climb an Ambler, and help Zym’s defenders organize a battle plan.

Much of this happens to line up fairly closely to the so-called “princely” duties Callum was expected to learn in Katolis-- leadership, horseback riding, battle tactics. In fact, what he does in Xadia is probably harder than anything he would have been expected to learn back in Katolis.

And this is why it makes perfect sense that Callum goes home. Callum is not turning his back on his duties as a prince. Of course, just as with magic, he’ll probably learn how to be a prince on his own terms, combining all the subjects he’ll study with what he learns in Xadia, about magic or otherwise.

He realizes learning all of this would be hard. Perhaps overwhelmingly so.

But Callum is different now. He knows that, this time, as long as he keeps being patient and never gives up, he can do it.

Because destiny is a book you write yourself.

[void-soulwhisper]

TLDR Updates!

I haven’t written OOC updates for Valkyran in a while. Instead of trying to write little stories for all that has occurred, I am going to do a TLDR with important dot-points of what has gone down in the last month or so.

She can now see through the help of a magical font she found with the help of Jon.

She’s since been found and adopted by a close family friend, taking the surname ‘Twinsun’, (previously Moonstrider).

She dated a mage known as Lorian for several weeks, but they had a falling out and agreed to go their separate ways, but remain as friends.

When they were dating, she watched Lorian die (although he was resurrected) and now has PTSD from it.

She almost killed someone and went into hiding in Stormwind City.

She is now dating a wanted man, Jon Andorthal. 

She’s had several life threatening injuries.

Claude the bard has professed his love for her several times, each time she’s had to shut him down. One of which he even proposed.

She has attended two weddings.

Zedrae, the fox the used to see with previously, now lives with her brother who is blind.

Some less than legal ‘good citizen’ things.

There are probably MANY things I’ve forgotten about, and if I remember them I’ll update this post as need be. I’ll try to write updates more often though!

[gundam-jones]

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[ask-ethari-anything]

hi! i was just wondering if i could use the names lachir and tethu in reference to the shadowpaw and moonstrider in a fanfic i'm writing? if not that's okay, thank you!

You absolutely may!

(and I can’t post the other thing because of reasons, but... everything makes sense now and all is good! (and thank you))

[dragonnguard]

I can’t really write stories and I can’t art, but I’m having Moonshadow fam feelings so here’s some headcanons. Mainly with little Rayla because I LOVE HER. 

Ethari used to let Rayla pretend to design weapons with him. He even had his own set of toy tools for her. But one day she grabbed his actual hammer and hit one of her fingers while playing and that was the end of that. 

Rayla would play with the Moonstrider and Shadowpaw every day. One of her favorite things to do was decorate their fur with ribbons and adoraburrs. They were super patient with her most of the time, but the Shadowpaw thought the ribbons were toys and would try to play with them while she put them on.

Ethari wrote, illustrated, and bound books for Rayla to help her learn to read. 

Rayla loved to climb trees from a young age and she enjoyed spying on other elves and pranking them while hiding in the trees. 

The day Rayla’s parents left was really sad for her, mainly because she had no concept of when they would be coming back. It left a huge hole in her heart. She spent most of that day crying and wouldn’t talk to Runaan or Ethari. She didn’t eat for several days and it made them really worried. When she finally went to them for comfort, they sang to her every night and told her stories about growing up and how much her parents loved her. 

Rayla hated dragons for awhile because she felt like dragons took her parents away from her. 

Anytime Runaan and Rayla were going somewhere, he would suggest they race. He let her win most of the time because when she didn’t win, she got really feisty and would start punching him.

There were times when Runaan and Ethari were downright afraid of Rayla as a little girl because of how much she enjoyed fire and swords. Anytime she was “practicing” sword fighting (aka playing with little knives), they would give her a wide berth. 

Bonus Rayllum as a family:

When Callum noticed that Rayla’s hand was still bugging her where the binding was, he would help her ice it and massage it every night while distracting her with kisses and funny stories about Ez. 

Even after learning the truth about her parents, Rayla still has days where she feels inadequate. Callum always listens to her and reminds her of her value as a person while hugging her tight. 

Rayla feels extra affectionate toward Callum when she sees him get really excited about something.