#crosshair fic

[cc--2224]

I'll Show You Heaven

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader

Summary: Crosshair was always someone of interest to you, much to the other clones’ dismay. When he hears a Reg disrespecting you, he doesn’t hesitate to step in. You were told that there was no point trying to fix him, but you knew you could handle dangerous; although it turned out that to you, he wasn’t dangerous at all.

Warnings: This is very much 18+ Minors do not interact! Alcohol and smoking mentions; drunk clones being assholes including one putting the reader in a dangerous/uncomfortable situation but nothing happens! Smut - masturbation, Crosshair having dirty thoughts, oral (m and f receiving), biting/marking, unprotected p in v - wrap it before you tap it!!, praise kink, one instance of Cross being too rough but he corrects it, porn with feelings, language, tons of compliments/pet names, jealous maybe slightly protective Crosshair

Notes: Very slightly based on the song I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Word Count: ~6.4k

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

Masterlist

It was just another day. The haze of smoke lingering in the bar, the loud laughter and chatter amongst the patrons, and him. 

You had gotten to know most of the regulars at 79s, including Clone Force 99, but you never made it a point to become their friend. The clones, usually drunk, would flirt with you endlessly, but never the 99s. They kept to themselves, and you had learned over the months that they weren't very popular with the others.

You hadn't considered there were social hierarchies among the clones, but you supposed they were no different than any other group of people.

You traced the smoke back to the tall, silver-haired man. He sat at one of the tall tables, not quite facing the bar, but enough that you could see his sharp features silhouetted by the pulsing lights. 

He never looked pleased to be there, he seemed to have a permanent scowl, and you couldn't even recall a time where he said more than three words at a time, and none of them kind. 

And while these might be negative traits to most, but to you, these traits mixed with his deep brown eyes that you had caught on you once or twice, and the smirk that came along with it, the expression of an all-too-confident man, only helped to draw you in to him. 

You had a feeling that he was one to put up a front, wall himself in so that he didn't appear vulnerable. it made sense for a soldier, but there was a part of you that wanted to see what he was like when the walls came down.

"Hey! Cyar'ika!" You heard from behind you, you turned to face the clone holding his glass up to you. "You gonna give me a top up or stare at the reject squad all night?"

You rolled your eyes and turned to him too quickly to see the sharp glare of the man you were just staring at point at the rowdy clone. After refilling his glass, you set it down in front of him and gave him a warning, "Everyone is welcome in my bar, and everyone gets attended to while they're here. Understood, trooper?" 

Before he could answer, you walked toward the centre of the bar, making a point to keep an eye on all your patrons so they wouldn't also get the wrong idea about who was getting more attention. Your eyes naturally wandered back to where the 99s were sitting, briefly meeting with the same brown eyes you had been silently admiring just moments ago, the tattooed crosshairs outlining one of them perfectly. 

He turned his head back toward the rest of his squad but you could almost see him glance at you through the corner of his eyes at least once before you were called away again. 

"Y'know what?" The loud clone called out again, "I think you should just come home with me. I could make you forget all about them." He jerked his head toward the 99s. 

"And I think you've had too much to drink." You chided, ignoring his request for another top up.

"C'mon," He groaned. "If you're gonna cut me off, you should at least make it up to me. Wanna come home with a real man? I bet those 99s could never measure up to us if you get my meaning. Whattaya say, copikla?

Several clones laughed at his words, your Mando'a wasn't perfect, but based on their laughs, you assumed it wasn't nice. 

Before you could get security to kick him out, you heard a chair scrape against the floor and then the crack of knuckles on flesh. You didn't even see the tall clone cross the bar before he was laying into the loud one.

You ran out from behind the bar and tried to pull him back, as much as you didn't want to, you also didn't want him to be permanently banned either. 

Once he noticed you pulling his arm back, he stopped. 

"What's going on?" One of the security guards had come over, hearing the commotion.

"Nothing," you said before gesturing to the floor, "He had too much to drink. Best if he goes home."

The security looked at you carefully, making sure you were okay before helping the clone to his feet and walking him out of the bar.

You sighed and returned back to where you were standing before, watching the other clones glare but cautiously move out of the way of the 99.

He started walking back to his table before pausing and turning to look at you, his features almost seeming softer now. 

"You didn't have to cover for me." He said, a toothpick lodged between his lips.

You shrugged, "He was getting on my nerves, deserved the punch if you ask me. As long as you’re okay, I’m okay." You smiled up at him. 

You could handle yourself, you've been working at 79s for a while, you knew how unruly people could get when alcohol was involved, and as much as you could handle people yelling at you, you didn't like when your regulars hurled insults at groups who were just minding their own business. Especially when, to your understanding, they got enough of that back on their homeworld.

He hummed in response.

"Can I get you guys anything?" You asked after a brief silence had fallen.

"No, we're heading out. See you around." Almost on cue, the rest of his crew stood up and began to leave.

— — —

“You shouldn't have done that.” Hunter warned him quietly when they had returned to the Marauder.

Crosshair shoved past him to get into the ship.

“Regs will always take each other's side, if you get reported for starting a fight…”

“Again,” Tech chimed in.

“I'll deal with it if it happens. Regs are probably too drunk to remember anyway.” 

“Why'd you attack him, anyway?” Wrecker asked. 

His eyebrows furrowed, “Didn't you hear him? He was treating her like his little pet.”

The others looked at each other, seemingly sharing the same thought between them.

Hunter's voice didn't betray his thoughts, “Even still, you should go back and apologize. Probably scared the poor girl.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes at Hunter's order. 

“No promises.”

He went to his bunk and discarded his armour, laying on his bunk in his blacks. He couldn't seem to get your face out of his head. The way your eyes met, how you took his side even though his squad was right, he did start the fight. Your smile when you made sure that he was okay.

This wasn't the first time he had seen you, but it was the first time the two of you had ever spoken; he didn't do small talk, Hunter and Wrecker did.

But he wanted to talk to you again, he wanted to see you again, see you smiling up at him. 

The more you crept into his thoughts, the more he couldn't get you to leave. 

Eventually with the solitude of his bunk, his thoughts got the better of him. He imagined how you would look, naked and squirming under him. How you'd taste, how you'd feel around him. 

He couldn't shoo these thoughts away, he found himself palming his cock over his blacks at the thought of you taking it into your mouth. 

He had been with others before, but it was rare for him to feel like this. Usually when he’s with someone it’s just to get his own release, but thinking of you was different. He wanted to make you come, to hear you cry for him, to feel you come on his cock, on his fingers, whatever you’d allow. 

He wanted you, all of you. And he couldn’t stand the thought of some Reg pretending to flatter you just to get you into his bunk. You deserved better than that, you deserved someone who would treat you right, make you feel good, someone who could be good for you. Someone like him.

He reached his hand into his blacks, pulling himself out and stroking it. He let his mind continue to wander, imagining everything all over again as a loop. He thought of your voice, telling him how good he was, telling him how he was made for you, how no one else could satisfy you like him. He thought of marking your neck, your tits, your thighs. 

As he began to reach his climax, he stroked himself faster, he thought about filling you up with his release, he didn’t know where, whether it was your throat or your cunt, he just knew he wanted to come inside you. 

This thought sent him over the edge as he spilled out over his hand with a groan.

He knew it wasn't right to think this way, he didn't even know you, but he also knew there was no way for you to know what was going through his mind.

But would it be so bad if you did? 

— — —

Something about his expression when he finally came back to the bar was different than it had been a few days ago. Not bad by any means, just not how he normally looked. 

Part of it was likely due to the fact that he was in civilian clothes instead of his armour, nut most of all, his ever-present scowl seemed softer, and he didn't wear a smirk when he noticed you looking at him, instead he almost seemed nervous. 

He walked toward the bar and sat on one of the stools, scanning to make sure none of the gathering clones were the one from a few rotations ago. 

"Can I get you something?" You asked him with a smile.

He blinked like he still somehow wasn't expecting you to talk to him after what happened, but then shook his head. "No, nothing."

He sighed, looking down at the counter in front of him. "I wanted to..."

You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"My actions the other day, that wasn't okay."

Your face softened into a small smile. "Don't worry about it, nothing to apologize for."

"Did the Reg apologize to you?"

"Oh, no I haven't seen him, but like I said, nothing to apologize for. I'm used to it." You told him nonchalantly. His gaze snapped up to meet yours and his eyes narrowed.

"Used to it? Being drunk doesn't give them an excuse to be assholes to you." His voice raised slightly.

"Really, it's fine. I'm just sorry you had to hear him talk about your squad like that for so long."

He laughed quietly and used your words back at you, "We're used to it."

Neither of you said anything for a bit. You worked on pouring another glass for one of the other patrons at the bar and then turned back to face him.

"I see you guys around here often, but until the other day, you and I have never spoken, I'd like to change that.” your kind smile at him caused his heart to pound in his chest, but when he didn't answer, you continued. “You have a name, trooper?" 

"Crosshair." 

You smirked then told him yours. 

"Where's the rest of your squad today?"

"They stayed back, wanted me to make sure you were okay. But since you are, I should be going."

He was out of the stool and heading toward the door before you could convince him to stay. He needed to clear his head, it wasn't like him to feel so reserved and shy, but he felt your presence hammering on the walls he had built for himself and he didn't know if he was ready for them to come down.

You watched him as he left and smiled to yourself. Was he really concerned about your opinion of him so much that he came all the way here just to apologize? Or maybe he just wanted to make sure the other trooper kept his distance. Either way, seeing him was always a treat, and now you had a name to go with his face.

"I'd be careful of him." One of the clones said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"Clone Force 99 isn't known for following rules. They have the highest success rate out of any squad, but the way they complete their missions goes against most protocols we have. That one, Crosshair, he's their sniper, a dangerous one at that, and definitely not a friendly sort of person, someone you don't want to get on the bad side of. Not someone you can just fix with that pretty smile of yours." 

You listened to him as he warned you, but even still, Crosshair and his squad intrigued you. You wanted to get to know them better.

Crosshair had caught your eye from the moment you had first seen him, and now the gap between you was finally starting to close.

You wanted to be his friend, but you were also curious about being more than that. You wanted to see what he was like when the two of you were alone. Was he sweet? Was he demanding? Was he some mix of both? 

You wanted to know what his lips would feel like, what he would taste like, how he'd feel. Thoughts that sparked a flame in your core. You didn't know if you'd ever get an answer to any of them, but the world worked in mysterious ways.

— — —

Once everyone had cleared out and you got some cleaning done, it was finally time to go home. 

It was late, too late to be wandering around the understreets of Coruscant alone, but you knew the most direct way back to your apartment, and had a blaster set to stun, just in case.

You turned down the alleyway, and you saw a figure push itself off the wall and walk toward you. 

"Awful late, isn't it?" You could hear the faint accent of a clone, and the audible slurring of one that had too much to drink.

"Come on, copikla, let me walk you home."

He stumbled toward you. When he came into the light, you could see the black eye that Crosshair had given him, still purple and blue despite the days that had passed.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Don't be like that, I wanted to apologize and do something nice for you. C'mon." He got closer to you and you felt your hand shake as you reached for your blaster.

"There's no need for that," He told you when you had the blaster fixed on him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Then go back to your barracks, trooper."

He smirked, "Y'see the other day, your friend from the reject squad, he gave me this-" He said as he pointed to his eye. "All because I gave you a compliment, so really, you o-" 

Before he could finish his sentence you saw a blue bolt whiz past you, hitting the clone and stunning him.

You turned to see where it came from and at the other side of the alleyway, Crosshair stood with a pistol drawn.

He walked toward you, "He hasn't had a very good week." He pointed out, looking at the clone on the ground before bending down to look at his armour, looking for his identifier.

"What are you doing?" 

"Getting his ID. He'll probably be sent back to Kamino for a while for breaking protocol."

He brought his comm up to his face. "Tech, I’m sending you coordinates and a trooper ID, arrange a pickup."

"Copy." You heard the distorted voice through the comm link before Crosshair began typing in numbers.

"You seem confused." He said, looking at you now.

"I thought your squad didn't care about rules and protocol."

He smirked, "Regs have been talking about us, huh? That's true, we do our own thing and don't take orders very well but.. we wouldn't put a civ in danger in a dark alleyway, he should have known better."

"Well, thank you for helping me, but.. how did you know I'd be here?"

"I didn't. After I left the bar earlier, I went back to our ship, but there aren't many places there to think quietly so I went for a walk."

"I see. I guess it's a good thing you were here. I have a blaster for my own safety, but I froze." You looked at the gun in your hand and sighed.

"Don't worry about it, the Coruscant guard will be here before long to deal with him.”

He turned on his heels and began walking away and you watched him before looking down.

“Crosshair?” You called out before he could get too far.

He turned to look at you again but didn't say anything.

“I'm not too far but.. could you walk with me? I just…” You trailed off looking at the stunned clone at your feet.

He walked back over to you, “Of course.”

He was silent for the remainder of the walk, but he walked with you to your door.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked as you punched in the key code.

"You sure?" 

You nodded and the door hissed open, you walked in, followed by Crosshair.

He looked around your place, it was small but it was inviting.

He knew he should have just gone back to the Marauder, but part of him wanted to make sure you felt safe, and another, much more hidden part of him thought that if you had invited him in, maybe his thoughts of you hadn't been as one-sided as he thought.

"Make yourself at home." You told him.

He sat on the small sofa in the living room, his arm draped over the back, and you stared at him, remembering what the clone had said at the bar. If Crosshair really was someone to look out for, you didn't see it. You would even go as far as to say that he was being kind to you. 

"Like what you see?" He asked when he caught you staring at him, his tone slightly huskier now that he was indoors. 

You rolled your eyes, and walked over toward the couch, sitting at the opposite end from him, but turned to look at him.

"What does copikla mean? I know cyar'ika and mesh'la because I get those a lot from the regulars, but that guy was the only one to call me that."

He looked at you and frowned slightly. "It means cute, but in a way you'd say to a child or a tooka kit, not a woman. That Reg wasn't paying you a compliment when he called you that."  

"I see. And that's why you jumped him?"

"I had enough of him long before that point, but yes."

You didn't notice that as you spoke, the more distance had been closed between you and Crosshair until your knees brushed lightly.

"What if it were a compliment?" You asked.

"I guess it depends on how you reacted, if you weren't comfortable." His eyes bore into yours now. "But you seem to like the compliments from the Regs." 

You shrugged, "As I said earlier, I'm used to it." 

His hand moved toward you, gently caressing your face. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips brush against your skin and you leaned into his touch.

"Would you react the same if I complimented you?" He asked, his voice a little more than a whisper.

"You could try." You answered. “See what happens.”

His hand traveled down to rest on the side of your neck, with his thumb stroking your jawline. 

He shifted slightly closer to you, eyes half-lidded. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were certain he could hear it with how quiet it was in the room.

Crosshair leaned over to you and looked into your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation, and when he didn't find any, he pulled you into a kiss. It wasn't demanding, but it wasn't gentle either. You could tell that this is what he had been thinking about when he said he had to clear his mind. 

Neither of you had been sure if the other wanted this, but when your lips connected, you both figured it out.

His tongue pushed into your mouth and he swallowed the moan you gave when you tasted him.

His other hand had made its way over to you, resting on your waist. Your hands rested on his chest at first, but slowly wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

He sat back to look at you, leaned against the arm of the couch, lips starting to swell, pupils dilated, and he smirked.

"You're beautiful." He told you. You knew he was trying to get a reaction from you, but his voice was sincere. 

You could feel yourself getting warmer, and your stomach beginning to coil with the dull ache you felt between your legs. 

You slid off the couch and gently took his hand, pulling him up with you.

He seemed confused for a moment, so you clarified.

"Figured you'd want somewhere a bit more comfortable."

His smirk returned, "Presumptuous of you."

"If I'm wrong, we can continue to sit here."

"Oh no, you’re not wrong. Lead the way, mesh'la." 

You had heard the Mando'a compliments so many times they didn't even feel like real words to you, but Crosshair saying it brought new life. 

When you didn't move, he leaned in to kiss you, but you ducked out of the way and began walking to your room.

He watched you walk away, slightly offended when you dodged his kiss, but that disappeared when he looked at your hips swaying, beckoning him to follow you. 

When you walked into your bedroom, you turned on the lamp beside your bed before sitting with your back to the pillows, watching the door for him.

He entered slowly and you finally took a good look at him. He seemed much taller in your apartment than he did at the bar. You eyed him from head to toe, feeling your core clench slightly when you noticed the raised outline of his crotch straining against his jeans.

"Come here," you said, your voice low.

He walked around to the end of your bed, crawling over you with one leg on either side of your ankles.

"Closer." You breathed. 

He moved upward, hovering parallel to your hips, eyes fixed on your core.

"Good boy,." You praised him. You didn't expect him to groan at that, but as if something ignited in him, he dipped down, kissing your stomach, then your hips, and moving down to kiss your thighs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, looking up at you to ask permission.

"Yes, please, Crosshair." 

He worked your jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, throwing them to a corner somewhere once they were off. You gasped when you felt his lips on your upper thigh, slowly trailing higher.

You arched your back slightly, desperate to feel him, but he smirked against your leg, biting into the soft flesh, before kissing the mark he had left. 

He moaned when he felt your fingernails scratch against his scalp, trying to guide his head when you needed him.

He left another mark on your other thigh before licking a stripe from that mark all the way to your centre.

Your back arched again, pulling his face closer to you.

"You like that, mesh'la?" His voice vibrating against you.

"Y-yes!" You threw your head back in pleasure when you felt his tongue circle your entrance before swiping up between your folds, tasting all you had to give him.

"G-good boy, keep... keep going." 

His hands found their way to your hips, holding them in place, you were certain that he was going to leave bruises on each one but you didn't care.

His lips clasped around your clit and he sucked so hard you saw stars, and then he went back to using his tongue, circling the bud slowly, trying to pull every moan from you that he could.

"Say it again." He said against your centre.

"Say what again?" You teased, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"Call me a-" He licked you up and down again, not finishing his question.

"Oh, you want me to call you a good boy?" You asked sweetly.

He rutted his hips against the bed as his tongue dove into you.

You cried out his name. The intensity of him drinking you up had begun to build and with it, you could feel yourself beginning to come undone. You were so close, you could feel your walls clench around his tongue, and he pulled it out.

You looked down at him in time to see his hand slide down from your hip, and he planted two fingers inside you, curling them against your walls.

"Go-good, you're so good, Crosshair, know just what I want." 

He groaned, grinding against the bed again before adding another finger, drawing a cry from your lips.

His thumb took over for his tongue against your clit as his long fingers worked on opening you up. He placed gentle, yet desperate kisses wherever he could, nipping at your soft flesh.

"Cro-Crosshair I- I'm so close."

He sucked another mark onto your thigh and groaned when he felt your hand tighten around his hair.

Your hips bucked as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release.

"That's it, come all over my fingers." His voice coaxed you further, "Let me feel you."

His tongue went back to your center, working circles around you again as your walls continued to clench around him.

It didn't take much else to pull the orgasm out of you, you cried out his name as you came undone, legs twitching and hips bucking as he continued to work you through it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and kissed your center once again before leaving a trail of kisses up toward your neck, slowly lifting your shirt as he went before it, too, was thrown into the corner of your room. He nipped and kissed the sensitive skin, leaving you another mark before kissing your jawline and lips once more.

He was perched above you, leaning on one of his elbows while he straddled your hips, his jeans doing little to hide the feeling of his stiffness pressing into you.

“How was that, beautiful?” He asked you, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Perfect,” you replied. “I think you deserve some attention now too, for being so good to me.” He bucked his hips involuntarily into you.

He brought his hand up to cup your face. His fingers still wet from your slick. He rested them against your lips before pushing them past. You moaned against his digits as he pressed them against your tongue, making you taste yourself. You circled each of his fingers with your tongue before sucking on them gently. He pressed his head into where your shoulder and neck meet as he reluctantly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, thinking of nothing else but how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you, cyar'ika?” 

“Gods, yes, but first I want to taste you.”

His cock twitched against his jeans.

“I didn't know you could read minds.” He said, his voice low.

“I can't, I just know how I want to reward my good boy.” 

Before he could say anything else, he got up from you and sat back on his heels, undoing the button on his jeans, and unzipping them just enough to relieve some of the strain. 

You sat up and crawled toward him, resting your hands on his thighs, looking up at him for any sign of discomfort before you pulled on the waistband.

“You know, it's not very fair that you're so covered and I'm not.” You told him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“No? Well, we can fix that.” He quickly pulled his shirt off before throwing it aside, revealing his toned chest. Your hands brushed against his abdomen and he sighed. You began idly tracing the outlines of his muscles and scars, and he took your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up to his, kissing you gently at first then with more passion. You felt him bite your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands glided across his skin before finding the waistband of his jeans again.

Without breaking the kiss, he helped you to disrobe him, and when you pulled down on his briefs, he sucked in a breath, feeling his cock spring free.

You looked down at it and instinctively parted your lips slightly, feeling your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation.

“You just going to stare at it all night?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “Can't wait to taste you, to feel you fuck my mouth.” 

You saw his cock twitch at your words and you looked up at him with a smirk. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of answering, he laced his fingers through your hair, guiding you down toward him. You were bent over, using your elbows for support with your ass in the air. 

“I could get used to this view,” Crosshair said. You didn't have to look up to know he was staring at your ass, but you pulled his gaze back to the back of your head when you kissed the side of his length. His breath hitched at each gentle kiss you gave him, and you heard him try to subdue a moan when you licked a stripe along the vein at the bottom all the way to the head, cleaning up any pre-cum that had already begun to spill out. 

“F-Fuck,” He sputtered.

You peered up at him through your lashes and his grip tightened around your hair, trying his hardest to not buck his hips and force himself into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his head before you took it into your mouth.

He whispered your name as he guided you further down onto him, and you took him inch by inch. 

You couldn't fit him all, you felt yourself gag slightly when he got to the back of your throat, which earned another moan from him, and you wrapped one hand around whatever had been left out. 

“Gods, you're taking me so well, wanna feel you gag on me again.” 

You moaned around him as he began using your mouth. He bucked his hips into you as he brought your head further down onto him. Your throat closed around him once again and you felt tears prick in the corner of your eyes. 

You ran your tongue across the bottom of him again, bobbing your head up and down on him, swallowing around him, sucking on him, all while he was bucking his hips into you.

His thrusts started to quicken, becoming slightly more erratic, and you gave a warning tap on his leg, you couldn't take him that quickly. He understood and slowed down.

“S-Sorry, beautiful, didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just getting close..” 

You removed your hand from the base of his length and gently caressed his balls as you continued bobbing on his cock.

“Gonna make me- I'm gonna come down your throat if you- if you keep that up.” He said between pants. 

You hummed around him and kept going. You felt him begin to tighten up and you could hear quiet curses fall from his lips. 

He moaned your name as your cheeks hollowed out around him. He stilled inside your mouth, and you felt hot spurts of him hit the back of your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you before pulling off of him, a trail of saliva keeping you connected to him for a moment longer before you sat up on your knees.

He was breathing heavily and when he looked at you, you could still see his eyes full of lust. 

“Cyar'ika,” He breathed out. “You are so incredible.” 

You leaned forward to kiss him before you felt yourself fall back onto the pillows with him caging you in with his arms.

His kisses were hungry, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself and you on your tongue. 

“Want to fuck you. Want to be so good for you.” He said almost into your mouth. “Want to hear you scream my name as I come inside you.” 

His words elicited another moan from you, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue between your lips again.

His cock began pressing into your leg as you felt him getting hard again.

“Crosshair,” you said quietly. He stopped and looked at you, afraid he might have crossed a line. “Lie down.” 

He got up from on top of you and rolled onto his back as you moved to straddle his torso.

You kiss him gingerly on the lips, and then his neck. You felt his hands come up and rest on your hips.

“You gonna be good for me?” 

He nodded quickly. You kissed the tip of his nose before positioning yourself above his cock. He bucked his hips once trying to close the distance.

“Patience.” You told him before sinking down on him.

Heaven. 

That was the only word that could describe how he felt inside of you. His eyes screwed shut, your tight walls felt like they were suffocating his cock as they fluttered around him and he needed to feel more of it. You threw your head back and he tightened his grip on your hips. You sunk yourself down slowly until he had fully disappeared into you. 

Once you had adjusted to how he felt, you moved your hips against him as you leaned over him, seeking out his lips. He kissed you back with fervour as his hands slid around to your back and he bucked his hips to meet your movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back up with you. His face was buried in your chest when you straighted your back, and you could feel his lips press against your breasts, and then his teeth. 

You moaned at the feeling, rolling your hips into him faster. His hands glided along your skin back to your hips. He held them tightly as he lifted you off of him slightly before shoving you back down. 

“Fuck, Crosshair!” You cried, feeling him even deeper inside you. 

He groaned as your walls constricted around him again, this time when he lifted you off of him, he had nearly pulled out completely before slamming himself back in. 

You panted out quiet curses as you tightened your arms around him.

“This okay?” He asked you as he did it again.

“Yes, gods, you feel so good. Want you to fuck me harder, feels so good.” 

You didn't need to ask him twice. His hands slid up to your back as he eased you down on the bed before putting his hands on either side of your head.. He used his knee to push your leg up, opening you up more for him. 

His slammed himself all the way in again, each thrust seeming to reach further and further. Your hands fell above your head and he used the opportunity to grab both of your wrists with his hand, pinning them above you as he drove himself into you again at a brutal pace, relishing in the way your tits bounced with each of his thrusts. 

“Gods Crosshair, being such a good boy for me,” you panted.

His lips landed on your neck, kissing you then biting you, leaving another mark on the soft skin.

“You're marking me up so well.” You said as he gave you another love bite just above the last one.

“Gotta make sure everyone knows that you're mine, make sure that trooper knows who you belong to.”

You arched your back with a moan, just as he thrusted into you. With his relentless pace, you knew you wouldn't last much longer, his words were only sending you further over the edge.

“Getting so close, Crosshair,” you said between thrusts. 

He answered by bringing his free hand down to rub circles around your clit.

“Come on my cock, wanna feel you come, wanna hear you scream for me.”

The coil tightened again, he felt your walls squeezing him and his breath hitched.

“I'm gonna come with you, angel,” He told you. “Tell me where you want me.”

“Inside, I want to feel you fill me up.” 

His grip on your wrists tightened as his pace with his other hand quickened, pulling moans from you with each thrust.

“Pl-please, I'm so cl- so close,” you whined, getting more desperate for your release.

He knew that he couldn't keep going for much longer as his thrusts became more erratic, but he was determined to wait for you.

Your moans grew louder and you clamped around his cock more with each thrust. The build up was getting to be too much, until eventually the knot in your stomach came undone, you screamed his name as your orgasm finally crashed over you. 

“That's it, just like that,” He said, his hand moved from your wrists to intertwine his fingers with yours as he thrusted as far into you as he could, spilling into you, painting your walls with his his release. 

You both stayed as you were, panting, looking into each other's eyes and then his lips came crashing down onto yours as he pulled himself out of you.

“You're incredible,” you told him, completely blissed out.

“So are you.” He buried his face in your neck, not moving from on top of you.

“Shower?” You asked, and he sighed and nodded into you.

“Please.” 

He got up off you and took your hand, waiting for you to lead him.

“I take it you liked the compliments.” He said, more of a statement than a question.

“Hm?”

“Unless that’s how you always act when a clone compliments you.”

You shook your head, “No, that was reserved only for you.” 

He had a smug smile as you began to walk to the fresher with him in tow.

“Can't wait to see what the others say when you walk into the bar, with my marks all over you.” He said, grabbing your hips from behind, pulling you back toward him.

“Well, not all over me, but there's still time, if you're good.”

You escaped from his grip and he all but dragged you into the refresher.

[crosshairlovebot]

birthday revelations / crosshair x gn!reader

pairing: crosshair x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.

description: crosshair discovers it's your birthday, and in an effort to try and understand birthdays, he gets you a gift.

word count: 3,793

warnings: none. crosshair ovethinks a lot

Another request! Maybe not technically a request, but @starrylothcat sent in an ask for an ask prompt and said it would be nice to see me write a fic where crosshair buys a gift for the reader for their birthday or christmas and it's been stuck in my head since! so here you go! i hope i did it justice!

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated <3

Crosshair didn’t like crowds. He gritted his teeth as he walked alone through the market on Sorgan, sidestepping people as they entered his path. It was noisy, but that didn’t bother him so much. Vendors called out to passersby, promoting their various goods for purchase with enthusiasm. Voices chattered and laughed. The smell of food wafted through Crosshair’s nose and his stomach tightened with hunger. Rations were poor choices compared to the sizzling of flavourful meat on grills, but he didn’t have enough credits to buy himself something to eat.

He only had enough to buy something for you.

He had been helping Tech with cataloguing files when he saw one on their nat-born medic. You had joined Clone Force 99 just over half a standard cycle ago with your plucky yet kind attitude, falling into the group dynamic easier than Crosshair had thought. Sure, it had taken some adjustment for him and his brothers to become used to another presence they had not grown up with, but it was inevitable you would eventually find your place in the team. You were hardworking, strong and compassionate. You paid attention to each of his brothers, giving them your undivided focus during conversation and indulging them in questions about what they were doing or their chosen skill. He had watched you talk with Tech about data decryption, Wrecker about proton-based explosives, Hunter about tracking strategies, Echo about ARC trooper training, and of course, him about sharpshooting.

He recalled the way you sat next to him for the first time on his bunk during their time in Hyperspace. He had disassembled part of his Firepuncher rifle, readjusting the scope and the barrel after it had unexpectedly jammed on their previous mission. He’d been annoyed – his prized weapon never faltered, and he was trying to figure out why it had failed on him when the thin mattress dipped next to him, and you asked what he was doing. When he’d given a particularly surly response, you nodded and then just continued to watch him. His eyes had slid to you.

“Can I help you with anything else?” He hadn’t meant it to sound so icy, but he had been frustrated with this rifle, with himself.

“Can you…explain what you’re doing?” you had asked hopefully.

He had looked at you sceptically. “Why?”

You just shrugged. “It looks interesting.”

He had studied your expression, trying to discern if you were being genuine. But you were. You always were with things like this.

So, he explained what he was doing, answered your questions and by the time his weapon was fixed, he didn’t even really remember his initial annoyance. You had smiled at him, your mouth stretching in a way that made your eyes light up. He felt a little flicker of something in his stomach before it was promptly extinguished.

Since then, you have spent time with him like that more often. Not just when he was cleaning his rifle, but other things. Like throwing Lula back and forth across the bunks as you both talked, joking about things that happened on missions. Sharing looks over briefings. Stealing Wrecker’s snacks.

But his favourite time with you was drawing on your datapad and trying to guess what the other was drawing. He had learnt you liked to draw and enjoyed drawing out something other than a medical diagram. He felt a sense of pride in making you laugh so hard you cried with his silly caricatures during long hyperspace trips. Exaggerated doodles of his brothers, tookas and the like, a portrait of you with a funny expression. You liked to draw him with a smile too big for his face, chuckling as you drew and then collapsing into laughter when you showed him. It always made the thing in his stomach flicker.

He really liked having you around.

So, when he came across your file when helping Tech, he couldn’t help but open it. You had told them all any information they had asked for, and information they had not. There wasn’t really anything you kept secret. But when he saw your ID holo looking particularly embarrassing: with wide eyes and a half-formed expression – like you were taken off guard by the photo, the corner of his mouth twisted up in an impish smirk.

He had intended to tease you about it; set the holo to the show on every Marauder screen so it was everywhere.

He opened the file to take a copy of the holo when he spotted details about your age and date of birth.

He frowned at the date. “Tech, what is today’s galactic date?”

Tech looked up from his datapad, adjusting his goggles before rattling off the date. “Why?”

He said your name before telling him, “It’s their birthday tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Tech blinked.

Age and birthdays were almost foreign concepts to clones. With accelerated aging and growing in a capsule, they didn’t really matter to them. Awkward to calculate, they weren’t celebrated. Crosshair had no idea when he had been ‘birthed’ or decanted, and if the Kaminoans documented such dates, then it was classified information. He knew his chronological age, but his biological age was a little murky. He knew he was a “mature clone”, however with the accelerated aging, he didn’t know where exactly he stood. None of their brothers knew any of these details. It was normal for them.

He read the date and your age. What would it be like to be so sure of something like that? To be sure of the parts that made up who you were?

Crosshair cleared his throat and closed the file without even copying the ID holo. He frowned to himself. Maybe he should’ve asked you about it before, but birthdays weren’t a part of his world, so he hadn’t thought to. But they were important to nat-borns, weren’t they? At least that’s what they’d all been told during their training modules.

When he lay in his bunk that night, he circled his mind for all he knew about birthday traditions. Gatherings. Food. Gifts. Would you like all that? Did you like all that? You seemed like you would. He didn’t know if it was something he would enjoy if he had a birthday…it didn’t really seem like his thing, but maybe he would. He would never know. He thought that Wrecker might be the only one who would enjoy a birthday. Maybe Echo too if you did it right. Same with Hunter.

But you hadn’t said anything about your birthday.

He had tossed and turned. You were part of their squad. You cared. Listened. Laughed. Did you not feel you could share the date with them? He didn’t know, and a part of him felt a little hurt that you might not feel you could. Were you not friends? Crosshair didn’t have many friends, but he knew they were supposed to tell each other things.

He turned again, crossing his arms against his chest as he faced the wall. Why did he even care? If you didn’t want to tell him it was your birthday, fine. He wouldn’t mention it.

He squeezed his eyes shut before sitting up on his elbows and craned his head to see you sleeping in your bunk. Through the darkness, his enhanced eyes saw you curled in yourself, and your nose twitched as you breathed deep and evenly. Something in his chest pinched. He sighed before laying back down and pulling the thin blanket over his head.

Now, as he found himself in this market the next day, he wondered what he was even doing here.

Once they had landed on Sorgan, they completed their mission easily with no complications. But Crosshair was still distracted by your birthday. You hadn’t even said anything when everyone woke up this morning. Just acted like it was any other day. You had just smiled at him as you tucked into a ration bar, saying good morning before throwing one to him to eat.

It puzzled him.

When you all started walking back to the Marauder after the mission, Hunter could tell something was up with him, nudging his shoulder.

“You alright?”

Crosshair had scowled at his brother. “…Yes.”

“You look deep in thought,” Hunter pointed out, falling into step with him.

Crosshair broke his gaze and looked away, back towards where they came, to the village they had just liberated. The thought had barely formed before he said, “Do we have time before the next mission?”

Hunter’s surprise showed in his voice. “We have a couple of hours, why?”

“I’ll be back later,” Crosshair walked off in the direction of the village before Hunter could say anything. His long legs carried him to the marketplace, where he stood now amongst the bustling bodies.

He just couldn’t get your birthday out of his stupid head; that you hadn’t said anything because clones didn’t celebrate birthdays. Just because he didn’t understand them, doesn’t mean he couldn’t try…for you.

He started combing through the vendors, most of which were finishing up resetting their stands after they fled suddenly several days prior. He moved from stall to stall, gazing at the different items over people's heads. Kriff, what were you even supposed to buy people for birthdays? Something they needed? Something they wanted? It was all a little overwhelming. And Crosshair didn’t get overwhelmed.

“Looking for something in particular, my friend?”

Crosshair startled and looked up to see the vendor, a greying man with a wrinkled face, horns protruding from his forehead and curled up in an elegant spiral shape.

Crosshair frowned, clearing his throat. “It’s…my friend's birthday today.”

The man’s face lit up. “Wonderful! Birthdays are special.”

Crosshair’s mouth tightened as the man continued to speak. “What were you thinking of gifting them?”

The hairs on Crosshair’s neck stood up with nerves. “I…I don’t know.”

The man’s face lit up. “Perhaps I can help.”

The man then went through the different items at his stand. He held up scarves, strings of beads, and handmade pottery. Crosshair thought they were all nice enough, but he wasn’t swimming in credits. And none of the items really felt like you. The vendor was patient, more patient than he should’ve been. Either he really wanted to help or was desperate for a sale in a competitive marketplace.

After many minutes and many items, Crosshair felt himself gradually stiffening, becoming more and more on edge and uncomfortable. He felt so out of his depth. He was always so sure of everything, and trying to do this thing he had no experience in, made him more vulnerable than he had in a long time. It was not a feeling he felt comfortable with. Never had been.

And as much as he liked you, maybe this was all a stupid idea. You hadn’t mentioned your birthday for a reason. He shouldn’t bring it up. If he did, he’d have to explain how he found out…and he didn’t want to go through that awkwardness. He was about to open his mouth and tell the over-enthusiastic vendor: thank you, but he wouldn’t bother with a gift, when the vendor clapped his hands loudly, making Crosshair jump.

“I may have something back here, hold on,” he said as he turned away to rifle noisily through a crate behind him.

Crosshair felt his fist curl at his sides, and this should’ve been his opening to slide away unnoticed until he looked down and saw a brown leather book. Crosshair halted and lifted a gloved hand to the soft worn cover, running his fingers over the engravings in the bound leather. He opened the cover, seeing it was a blank notebook, and it had a writing implement tucked into the spine. Not many people recorded things the traditional way anymore; datapads were much more efficient and stored more information than the pages of a notebook. He flicked through the pages, fanning them with his thumb. The dust drifted up and it was a smell he didn’t recognise, but he supposed it was the smell of paper.

“That’s a good choice.”

Crosshair retracted his hand as if he was a cadet being scolded, and looked up at the vendor, who held an oversized pot that would break the second it came aboard the Marauder.

“That would be a perfect gift,” the vendor continued, nodding at the notebook.

Crosshair looked at him before picking up the notebook – more surely this time, and turned it over in his hands. He imagined you in your bunk, scribbling in it at night with a torch in one hand. He imagined you keeping it under your pillow for safekeeping. He imagined you doodling in it, showing him your drawings with that smile on your face. He imagined drawing in it with you. The corner of his mouth twitched upward.

“How much?” Crosshair asked.

“It’s yours.”

Crosshair’s head snapped towards the vendor. “What?”

The vendor waved him away. “Take it.”

Crosshair blinked, confused. “…I have to pay you.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve been trying to sell that for years. You’d be doing me a favour.”

Crosshair furrowed his brow. “…Isn’t the customer supposed to be right?”

The vendor barked out a laugh. “Not this time, my friend.”

Crosshair dug into his pocket anyway and pulled out half the credits. “For your patience…at least.”

The vendor chuckled and took them. “Thank you. I hope your friend likes it.”

Crosshair didn’t respond as the man turned away, placing the pot down before calling out to other marketgoers, trying to entice them.

Crosshair walked back through the market, the notebook feeling heavy in his hand. Leaving the village, he made his way back to the Marauder, thoughts swimming in his head.

Kriff, what if you hated it? Or thought it was stupid? What if all his knowledge on birthdays was completely inaccurate and you would think him strange for giving you something? Or what if you just thought he was weird for getting you something at all?

Crosshair’s grip on the notebook tightened. He just wanted to do something nice. Like you always did for them. But this is why he avoided it. It was so vulnerable being nice. Being nice left you open for hurt, open for aching. It was much easier to keep it at bay, to restrict it. To hide it behind actions inconspicuously where it wasn’t out in the open. Being so open with it for you…he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it scared him. The doubt crept in. Crosshair had conviction and confidence, and he wasn’t used to it wavering like this.

He was just about ready to throw the notebook into a bush and never speak of it again when he heard your voice ring out from the steps of the Marauder.

“Crosshair!”

You placed your datapad down and ran over to him. He hid the notebook behind his back with both hands, gripping it so hard he knew his knuckles would be white as you approached him with a smile.

“Hey,” he said, hoping he sounded normal.

“Where’d you go? You disappeared after the mission.”

“I was just…looking for something,” he said carefully. Dank farrik, how was he supposed to do this? He thought he might just leave it on your bunk when you were distracted with a little note written inside the cover saying, ‘Happy Birthday’. That way he could avoid your reaction when you saw it. He didn’t even know how to get into the Marauder with it now that you were here in front of him.

You tilted your head with a quizzical smile. “Looking for something?”

Crosshair nodded. “I couldn’t find it,” he lied.

“Oh…okay,” you looked at him weirdly. Would you look at him like that when you saw his gift?

Crosshair nodded to the Marauder, desperate to get on board and stow the notebook away until he could leave it on your bunk. “Should we go inside?”

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “What are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything, meshurok,” he lied, his grip tightening again.

“Yes, you are,” you sidestepped him to look behind him and he leapt out of the way. You grinned. “You are! What are you hiding, Cross? Why can’t I see?” you tried to chase him around, but Crosshair kept angling himself away. Kriff, he had never felt so stupid in his whole life.

“It’s nothing. Get your meddling hands away from me, you di’kut,” he walked backwards in a circle, his face and neck hot.

“Crosshair,” you chided, smiling at him. “Come on, is it really that bad?”

“Go away,” he grumbled, hands aching from holding the damned notebook so tight.

“Crosshair,” you said his name again, and your face was stretched in that playful grin that he’d unwillingly memorised. That thing in his stomach flickered again.

Then he remembered how you didn’t tell him about your birthday. And how you were friends, but you didn’t say anything about it. And how he had this unexplainable feeling he couldn’t name sitting in his stomach that compelled him to go to a village market and pick out a stupid gift for a birthday tradition he didn’t even understand just to do something nice for you the way you did for him and his brothers.

Crosshair’s expression flared and he shoved the notebook at your chest. You startled at your hand came up to grab it, sliding against his like a searing snake. He pulled his hand back and balled both at his sides as he gritted out, “Happy birthday.”

All he saw was your eyes were wide before he stalked off, almost stomping his way to the Marauder. His face burned, and embarrassment flooded his body. He felt so stupid, and he hated feeling stupid. He hated the feeling of being on the end of someone’s judgement. He hated knowing that he’d just been forced to make himself vulnerable. But mostly, he hated the feeling of you not trusting him with what was supposed to be the important parts of you.

“Crosshair!”

Your voice came from behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He was already planning different ways he could avoid you. He was going to lock himself in the ‘fresher until the next mission and make sure Hunter placed him on watch at opposite times to you. Whatever it took. His heart panged. You were one of the only people outside his brothers he liked. He would mourn the shared jokes and laughter, and time spent with you, knowing it couldn’t happen anymore.

“Crosshair, wait.”

He felt a hand on his arm pull him back. He swayed backwards, but he let you stop him. He avoided your gaze, scowl burning an outline in his brow as he stared off into the middle distance. Your hand stayed on his arm, and he felt it through the plastoid wrapped around his forearm, squeezing him there. It felt like part of him, and that made him feel both warm with content and spiked with anger simultaneously.

“Cross, please look at me,” your voice said quietly, and his heart squeezed. He slowly moved his gaze, looking down, then sliding his eyes to your bare hand on his arm before they lifted to your face. Your brows were slanted downwards, looking at him with such softness in your eyes he felt the flickering in his chest again.

“How did you…” your voice was soft and trailed off, notebook in your other hand.

“It doesn’t matter,” he dismissed with gritted words.

He felt your hand flex with your grip. “It does to me.”

He studied your face carefully before saying, “…I was helping Tech with cataloguing his files. I saw your birthday in yours.”

You continued looking at him with an indecipherable gaze and moved your hand slowly from his arm to his wrist, your bare fingertips brushing his gloves. You gently grazed his fingers as you let his hand drop softly. He watched you as you inspected the book, hands turning it over, fanning through the pages. He studied your expression, trying to discern what you thought, feeling anxiety grow in his stomach, his throat tightening. He felt something hot poke inside him as he watched your mouth turn up into a smile as you gazed at his gift.

“I’ve been so busy this year that I forgot about my birthday.”

Crosshair hoped he hid his surprise. You not telling him about your birthday…it was never about him. Of course, you had forgotten. The past six cycles had been a whirlwind for you trying to adjust to a soldier’s lifestyle, countless missions and trying to fit in with his brothers. His face burned again. He was a fool.

You looked up at him, a smirk itching the corners of your mouth. “Been too busy keeping you boys in line.”

Crosshair scoffed lightly, letting a puff of breath out of his nose. Your smile widened.

“This is a beautiful gift, Cross. Thank you for getting it for me,” you place your hand on his arm again, squeezing gently to show your appreciation He felt his heart lift and his cheeks redden, but this time, not in embarrassment.

He nodded at you. “I’m…glad you like it. I don’t have much experience with birthdays.”

Your smile touched the edges of your eyes. “That’s what makes it even more special.”

You reached up on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him. Crosshair stiffened in shock and surprise before he slowly wrapped his arms around your torso. His fingers grazed your sides, and there was something wildly comforting about holding you like this. He could feel the side of your face pressed into his neck, just below his ear, and your breath tickled the sliver of open skin not covered by his blacks. You were so warm. He felt you squeeze him gently and he didn’t stop himself from squeezing back.

You were his best friend, after all.

You pulled away, but not before you cupped his face and placed a kiss on his cheek. Crosshair flinched and his eyes widened as you lowered yourself back down on flat feet with one of the most joyful smiles he’d ever seen gracing your face. The action had surprised him more than anything else had.

“I’m going to show everyone what you got me,” you said before running off towards the Marauder.

“No, don’t, they’ll—” Crosshair started but you were already halfway up the gangplank. His brothers’ teasing was going to be ruthless.

He sighed, shaking his head before following you, that thing flickering in his chest. He didn’t understand it, but he didn’t try to extinguish it.

banner art by @vimse

mando'a / meshurok = gemstone thank you for reading! i did find this one slightly challenging bc it's very much crosshair in his head and i tried to write him how i thought he would react to a situation like this, but if it's a little OOC, i apologise! but i think he would react like this if someone he cared about didn't tell him something important about them; someone who was his friend and who he liked very much. i think he'd be kinda mad and hurt but he cares too much to not do anything at all. i have more gen requests on the way, so stay tuned if you're interested! <3

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[freesia-writes]

hello friend, for the valentines rec - would you be interested in doing a fake dating/relationship situation b/w Crosshair and f!reader? go wild with why they have to fake date 😂

thankssss ❤️HB

THE CROSSHAIR EFFECT got me on this one! 😂 Sometimes when I write him, I just get absolutely sucked in. So this one had me in a mood and I quite enjoyed it. It's a little stereotypical or trope-y or something, but it's delightfully indulgent in my doofus opinion. So I hope you enjoy! 😊 Dividers by @stars-n-spice on this post here.

Crosshair x F!Reader Word Count: 2000ish, hehe Content Warnings: just kissin and in-universe cussin

OH, and since this takes place at a fancy gala, I have to link this gorgeous fanart by @perfectlywingedcrusade because it's just fitting and should be appreciated by everyone. They're lovely images of Crosshair and her OC, so check em out!

A kiss on the hand and a cup of the face

Holding each other close in fancy attire

Out for a stroll while lookin good

The grand gala was in full swing, the opulent castle venue aglow with soft, golden light and the murmur of animated conversations. You and Crosshair, disguised as a wealthy couple, moved gracefully through the crowd, your steps synchronized as you navigated the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The stoic sniper's presence beside you was palpable, his every movement calculated and precise. His sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in every detail with a keen eye for potential threats. Despite the formal attire he wore, there was an unmistakable air of danger about him, a reminder of the skilled soldier lurking beneath the facade of a sophisticated gentleman. And it kinda gave you the tingles.

As you exchanged pleasantries with other guests, your mind raced with the mission at hand. The two of you had been tasked with infiltrating the gala to gather intel on a new weapon being developed by the Separatists. It was a high-stakes operation, and the success of the mission relied on your ability to blend in seamlessly with the crowd while discreetly gathering information.

You stole a glance at him, marveling at the effortless way he maintained his cover. His demeanor was cool and collected, his expression unreadable as he engaged in polite conversation with the other guests. You marveled at his ability to remain composed under pressure, and if you were being honest, you’d admired him for a long time, and had given in to an increasing amount of time spent thinking about being with him in various scenarios. So when this mission had come up in such a way that required you to pretend you were in a relationship, you’d had to fight hard to keep your face neutral and even harder to ignore the pronounced eyeroll and scoff of disgust he’d made.

You were still trying to push the thought from your mind as you leaned against the bar, having split up to different parts of the room. You could swear there had been some significant moments between the two of you, conversations that showed some vulnerability, slight softening in his piercing glares… But sometimes you wondered if the entire dynamic was just wishful thinking on your part. 

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” a fellow attendee said, sidling up beside you at the bar. You gave a small smile and a nod, just enough to acknowledge him without being memorable in any way, hoping he would take the hint. 

He didn’t.

“Where are you from?” he pressed, stepping slightly closer and holding up two fingers to the bartender, who had waved to him for his order. “I feel like I’d remember a beautiful thing like you.” You had your selection of default answers, offering some uninteresting and vague information, but he was a bona fide hemorrhoid, weaseling ever closer both verbally and physically. 

“I feel like you’re not being entirely honest with me,” he purred, tilting his head and reaching to trace fingers along your arm. 

“I’m not sure I want to tell all my secrets to someone I just met,” you replied, matching his suggestive energy to avoid triggering any toxic masculinity. You gave him a small smile, but it was met with a furrowed brow that made you start to feel a little anxious at how to get out of this particular situation. 

Right on cue, however, Crosshair stepped in, his arm sliding around your waist as he pulled you close. Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced up at him, face relaxing into content familiarity. 

"Darling, there you are," he said smoothly, flashing the intruder a charming smile. The honey-sweet words in his sibilant, smoky tone were absolutely intoxicating, and you silently cursed the flush that bloomed across your cheeks without your permission. "I've been looking all over for you." 

The guest faltered, taken aback by Crosshair's sudden appearance, and when the sniper turned to face him fully, positively exuding confidence, he excused himself with a polite nod.

"Thanks," you murmured, grateful for the diversion.

"Don't mention it," he replied, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "We have to be convincing, don’t we…”

“Sorry you got stuck doing this with me.” You felt a wave of frustration wash over you, beginning to feel tired of the way he seemed to jerk you back and forth between softness and harshness, fondness and disdain. You wished he would just come clean one way or the other.

“A mission’s a mission.”

“Mhm,” you agreed, feeling your mood souring by the second.

“Problem?” he asked quietly, forcing the fakest smile you’d ever seen as a couple passed by and fluttered their fans in your direction. It made you want to punch him. 

“Nope. Just… On a mission.” You pulled your fur more tightly around you, scanning the room for the targets who were supposed to have the inside info. You’d had yet to locate them, despite schmoozing for the last hour or two. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the flow of your hair into a regal bun at the nape of your neck, nor the way they continued back up across your face, unreadable emotion flickering just beneath the surface. 

“Oh, Chris, you’re hilarious,” you proclaimed, in the snooty voice you’d adopted around others. You could tell it grated on Crosshair’s nerves, and you couldn’t help the smug sense of satisfaction you felt when his steely gaze met yours for a moment in the privacy of a quick sideways look. You knew there’d be hell to pay later for randomly giving him a name like that, but you didn’t care. Your feet were aching and you’d been done with all the fake socializing about an hour and a half ago. But the two of you had finally worked your way into the “inner circle of sleemos”, as your partner had deemed them, and now were the critical moments upon which the entire mission hinged. 

“Not nearly as delightful as you, my little poodoo,” he answered, earning a round of gasps and chuckles from the uppity crowd. 

“I say!” declared a man with a huge space-walrus mustache. “That is quite the nickname, my good boy!” He chuffed heartily, casting a side glance at his tall, spiky wife who clearly didn’t approve. Quickly changing his demeanor, he was shaking his head in somber disapproval by the time he looked back at you. 

“Oh, we’re just so… so close…” Crosshair continued, almost choking on his words as he looped an arm around your waist again and pulled you against him so abruptly that a little bit of your drink sloshed out of the glowing martini glass. You quickly turned your splutter of indignation into a playful giggle, not so subtly digging an elbow between his ribs as best you could. “I could just call her every name in the book,” he gushed, poking the tip of your nose with a single finger. 

“Oh goodness,” you laughed, downing the rest of your drink in one huge gulp. “Would you excuse us? And can I get anyone else another drink?” You turned away so quickly, grabbing your partner by the arm and dragging him along, that you didn’t see Mr. Walrus Stache lifting a finger to take you up on that drink offer. Instead, you did your best to hide the absolute rage you felt beneath the surface as you found a side door out onto a small balcony. There was a single member of the waitstaff there, a Rhodian who was taking a drag off a long cigarette, and his luminous eyes narrowed at the two of you as you appeared, flicking the ash off the end of his smoke and dropping it to the ground before stalking back to work. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Crosshair began, turning on you as soon as the last tails of the server’s apron were out of sight. You looked up at him, too frustrated to enjoy how close he was as he loomed above you furiously. “We finally get--”

“ME?!” you spluttered, grasping the shiny lapels of his suit jacket, “You think we’re gonna get anywhere with you calling me poodoo?!” In any other context, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation would have been hilarious, but the simmering undercurrent had risen to a rollicking boil, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. 

“Well if you weren’t acting like such a little shi--”

“You’re ridiculous!” you yelled, fists clenched at your sides. But before you could finish the rest of your retort, his hand was clapped over your mouth, cutting off any further attempts to lash out at him. It did not, however, help to quell the fury within. You grabbed his arm with both hands, pulling at it in futility, then froze completely as he stepped in close, wedging a thigh between your legs and flattening you against the stone wall of the castle with his entire body. “What the f--”

“Just shut up for one second,” he hissed, and the sheer intensity of his presence combined with the exhilaration of him pressed against you took every last thought and word right out of your brain. You let out a breath, heart pounding against his chest where he’d bent himself around you, eyes large as they locked on his. He slowly removed his hand, wiping it on his pants with a slight wrinkle of the nose, then tucked it into his pocket, leaving the other arm braced on the wall above you. “Listen,” he said, quietly now, with an urgency yet softness that melted you to your core. “Whatever… this… is…” He took a deep breath, then continued, “We need to get that intel. Then you can… take care of yourself…” He finished with a tiny, confident nod, stepping back in surprise when you burst into laughter.

“Take care of myself?” You slapped your hands flat on his chest, pushing him away with playful force as you felt yourself puffing up again to put him in his place. “Crosshair, you don’t have a damn clue, do you…” You ran out of steam as you registered the myriad of emotions on his face, slowly falling silent as he closed the distance between the two of you again, emanating a different kind of energy this time. 

“Care to enlighten me, then?” he asked, tilting his head at you with equal parts condescension and provocation. There was a smolder in his pale brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat, and you were so overrun with feelings of your own that you couldn’t even begin to sort out one from another. You reached for his lapels again, now using them to pull him back against you as you brought your mouth to his with a forceful, determined kiss. His tiny huff of an exhale had a million possible meanings, but you didn’t care, because one of his hands found your waist and the other cupped the back of your head, pressing his face into yours with a hunger that set your… heart… on fire. 

You lost track of everything else as your senses were flooded with every magnificent aspect of him… His scent, touched up with a ritzy fragrance he’d added for the evening… His slightly raspy breathing… The warmth and passion that radiated from his strong, focused frame. The feeling of his mouth on yours was everything you’d imagined it to be, and he pulled back for a short breath of air before turning his head the other direction and capturing your lips again, slightly more open this time as you melted against him.

It felt like a split second and an hour later when you separated, with deep, ragged breaths and a blissfully dumbfounded look on your face, staring at him in awe and unabashed delight. He kept his face stoic, though there was a slight glow to his cheeks and a spark in his eyes that made your knees weak. 

“Now can you keep your head on straight?” he poked, stepping back and straightening his suit. 

“Absolutely not.”

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Mistletoe Kiss

For @lyaswriting for the Life Day exchange 2024 by @cloneficgiftexchange

I hope you enjoy it

Christmas music played in the background of your little house as you were decorating the living room. Humming along to the music, hanging up some Christmas lights along the window, your thoughts drifted to the thought of the Bad Batch coming to visit. You were excited that they had leave over the holidays, allowing them to spend time with you and their partners.

Well, most had partners. To your luck, Crosshair, your crush, was still single. But you still hadn’t had the courage to confess to the surly sniper.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice that the very man you were thinking about had arrived, using the key you had given him to get into your house.

“You’re in a festive mood.”

Hearing the sniper’s soft, serpentine voice startled you, making you let out a small scream of surprise as you fell off the ladder.

Thankfully, Crosshair was standing there, and his quick reflexes managed to keep you from hitting the ground.

“Careful, sarad. Don’t want you getting hurt,” Crosshair said with a smirk as he stared down at you in his arms. The blush that had formed from him catching you deepened as he teased you.

“Well, I wouldn’t have fallen off the ladder if you hadn’t scared me like that,” you huffed as Crosshair set you back on your feet. The sniper chuckled.

“You were so absorbed in your little decorating that you didn’t notice me coming home,” he replied, his amber eyes glittering with mischief. You felt your heart flutter as he called your house home, but you quickly pushed it aside.

“Oh shut it,” you pouted, not being able to find a rebuttal to his words. Crosshair chuckled again, clearly amused.

“Where are your brothers?” You asked as you moved to climb back up the ladder. Crosshair held onto it to keep it from moving.

“They’re with their partners,” Crosshair said, watching you move up the ladder, his gaze drifting down towards your rear. He smirked to himself, but resisted the urge to give it a playful snack. He didn’t want you falling off the ladder again. “So I decided to grace you with my presence.”

“Well, I’m honored,” you said, half-sarcastically, half honestly, missing the way Crosshair rolled his eyes.

The sniper watched you hang up the Christmas lights on the window, momentarily slipping a toothpick into his mouth as he watched you with his sharp eyes.

“Sarad?”

“Yeah?” Even though you didn't know what it was that he called you, you were sure it wasn’t something bad. Especially with the way his brothers reacted— sharing knowing looks and smirks.

“Everyone seems so focused on the holidays, but it seems all so different,” Crosshair said slowly, as if trying to figure out the best way to formulate his question. “Your type of decorations seem to be the most common, but I noticed that others have different…” he trailed off, not knowing exactly how to put it into words. But you knew what he was trying to ask.

“Well, around this time of year, there are many different holidays, depending on the religion. Hunter’s partner and her friends celebrate Yule, a Norse pagan holiday, which you can say is the predecessor of Christmas. Phee celebrates Kwanza, and some of her friends celebrate Hanukkah.”

“And you celebrate this… Christmas, you call it?”

“Yeah, I do. Normally, it’s a celebration of the birth of Earth’s savior, Jesus Christ, but lately it’s more focused on family. I mean, many strong Christian believers will still firmly believe that it’s primarily for Jesus, but our pagan friends put it, the holiday evolves as time progresses,” you explained as you finished putting up the lights, slowly coming back down the ladder.

Crosshair hummed in reply, seemingly deep in thought. You weren’t all too surprised that Crosshair asked you and not Tech, considering the genius clone would go into full depth and detail about the various holidays, infodumping on whichever poor unfortunate soul would be nearby.

Crosshair helped you continue decorating your house, when something caught his attention. A sprig of holly and mistletoe. *That* was something he knew about.

Smirking, he tossed aside his toothpick, picked up the bundle and snuck up behind you. Holding up the holly and mistletoe above the two of you, Crosshair tapped you on the shoulder.

You turned around to face him, and noticed that he was holding something above you. Eyes going up, you blushed as you saw the little bundle of plants he was holding above you.

“I know about this tradition, sarad,” Crosshair purred as your eyes met his. Your blush deepened, but you leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Crosshair tsked in disapproval. “You missed,” he said, using his free hand to grasp your chin to hold you in place as he pressed his lips against yours.

Your mind short-circuited by his bold move, but your body responded for you, returning the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes closing in bliss.

There was a spark between you, that metaphorical one when you found the right person, and it made your heart soar.

After a moment, you both reluctantly parted from each other, but Crosshair rested his forehead against yours.

“Been wanting to do that for a while now,” he murmured, holding your face gently. This surprised you, and Crosshair gave a soft chuckle at the look on your face.

“I call you sarad. It means flower in Mando’a. A pet name. Because I am…” he trailed off, sighed, and murmured “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.”

“Cross… I don’t understand Mando’a,” you said softly, but you knew in your heart of hearts what that meant.

“It means that I hold you in my heart forever,” Crosshair translated after a moment of hesitation, which you noticed. So you decided to lighten the mood.

“Forever is a really long time, you know that, right?” You teased, earning a rare smile from him.

“You’re worth it, so I’m not complaining.”

This made your heart soar again. Especially when Crosshair kissed you again to prove his point.

[rebekadjarin]

Watch me

Chapter 16 of Golden Dawn

A/N: For the life of me, I will finish this fic! If you're new here, Golden Dawn is my reader insert comfort bad batch fanfic with a slow burn Crosshair love story (with smut). It's about going on missions, hanging out with the batch and overall just them being happy and having fun. Other clones are included too! If you are interested, here is chapter one.

Summary: You spend an eventful day on Kamino with the bad batch and you get to spend some time with everyone, especially Crosshair. He seems unable to take his hands off you but you both have your duties. It doesn't mean that you can't squeeze in some quality time for the two of you... One of your favourite 501st boy also appears, and you get to find out what the hell Hardcase got into this time.

Rating: super explicit, explicit on the square

Word count: 11k

Warnings: S M U T, cum

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“We have training to do,” Crosshair told you in the morning when you asked what their program for the day was. 

“Do I have to go?” you asked and stretched, sitting on his bed. You already got ready but you lay back just for another five minutes while the others went ahead. 

“No, I don’t want them anywhere near you,” he answered and you sent him a questioning look. “When we didn’t train with Jango, they had other bounty hunters do the job. And I also prefer to train you myself,” he added with a small smirk. 

“I think we have been doing a little different kind of physical exercise lately,” you suppressed a smile and he came closer. He bent forward to lean on the bed with his hands and you stopped breathing for a second. 

“Which proved to be more effective than I ever imagined.” His voice was raspy from the morning and also because of lust. 

Your lower muscles clenched in anticipation but you were rudely interrupted when Tech’s head popped into the room to hurry Crosshair. 

“In a minute,” he quickly got rid of Tech. 

“Maybe I do want to come along with you after all,” you stood up and looked up at Crosshair’s face. 

He moved his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other and raised an eyebrow. 

“I want to watch,” you added with an innocent smile. 

“Really?” he stepped so close that you could feel his hot breath on your skin but he didn’t touch you. “You want to watch, sunshine?” 

You nodded with that same playful look on your face. 

“Because I can make you watch, if you’d like to,” he continued and you gulped loudly, making him smirk. “Or maybe change it up and make me the one looking at you while you’re pleasuring yourself, hm? How soon would you come under my gaze?” 

You felt like the floor disappeared from under your feet and you moaned loudly at the picture his words painted into your mind. That would be so excruciatingly arousing. You couldn’t take it anymore and rested your forehead against his chest and interlaced your hands around his waist. 

Your hands traveled up his back and scratched it. You got so turned on by this little conversation of yours that you couldn’t stop yourself and started leaving wet kisses on his neck. He was still standing motionless. 

“Crosshair,” you said his name while continuing to suck on his neck. “I think I could come only listening to your voice,” you confessed and he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed your waist roughly. 

“Fuck,” he said and pulled your hips closer to his. “I have to go,” he said but his grip on your body didn’t loosen. 

You reached down with your hands and started to take off his codpiece. “You can make it quick,” you placed another kiss on his neck. “You already got me hot and wet enough.”

“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned and ripped his codpiece off to take his hard cock out and shoved you back on the bed. You grinned as his self-control shattered and he flipped you to your stomach and yanked your trousers down. 

“Fuck it,” he continued cursing and quickly bent down and bit your ass before putting his cock in front of your entrance. “Just from my voice you say?” he grabbed your hips and shoved himself inside you with one rough motion. 

You didn’t lie when you said you were ready for him, he slid in easily but you still moaned at his roughness. 

“Just from me watching you?” he started thrusting into you and you had to stop yourself from yelling loudly from pleasure as he roughly fucked you. “You think you could come only from those?” he asked, out of his mind while fucking you. 

“I do, Crosshair, I could,” you nodded frantically while he continued to destroy you. 

He let his hands travel up your back, under your shirt and find their way to your breasts. He started to draw circles with his thumbs around your nipples. 

“I believe you,” he moaned into your ears. “But let’s just remember how well you come around my cock,” he buried himself deeply inside you while still stimulating your nipples and a quick but strong orgasm exploded in you and all you could do was whimper while he fucked you through it. 

You heard a knock on the door and Tech’s voice came from outside to hurry up Crosshair because they were really going to be late. 

“Just a second,” Crosshair shouted back in a completely normal and collected voice while not slowing his pace. “See, I’m going to be late because of you,” he whispered into your ears. 

You couldn’t collect yourself enough to form a coherent answer but he just fucked you faster before he pulled his cock out of you and rutted it against your ass, coming in hot pulses on your lower back. You felt his thick cum cover you and drip from your hips. 

You moaned loudly when you felt his cum all over your body and he patted your ass before standing up and putting himself away. He quickly picked his codpiece up and reattached it while you were trying to catch your breath, laying on the bed, covered in his cum. 

“Crosshair,” you groaned and looked back at him. He was standing next to the bed, armor back to the usual, his eyes mischievously shining. 

“Yes, sunshine?” he cocked his head on one side.

“I don’t think I can get up,” you confessed. You barely felt your limbs, you were still so numb from having just been fucked like this. 

“That’s alright, you look perfect, covered in my cum, lying there, numb from my cock,” he smirked smugly and you groaned. 

“I really have to go,” he added and walked toward the door. 

“You can’t leave me here like this,” you shouted after him. 

“Watch me,” he winked at you and walked out. 

“You want to explain what took you so long?” you faintly heard Tech’s annoyed voice in front of the door. 

“No,” Crosshair answered simply as their steps slowly faded away. 

You let out an exasperated breath and trembled when you felt another drip of his cum flow down your ass. He really made sure you couldn’t follow him for the training. 

You wondered for a second about what kind of bounty hunters trained them that he didn’t want to let you close to them but you were too distracted to dwell too long on it. 

It took you several more minutes to collect yourself enough to get up and you were thinking about getting back at him the whole time. He was usually the collected one who reduced you into a blubbering mess but you wanted to see him be the one begging one time. You weren’t even sure it was possible but you would definitely try. 

A shower helped you recover from the rough morning sex with Crosshair but your heart was still racing and your cheeks felt hot whenever you remembered it. 

After calming dawn a little you decided to make yourself useful. You started with visiting the medical area to help out the medics there. 

You saw a few kaminoans and couldn’t stop following their slender figures flow on the corridors. Hearing their smooth voice sent shivers down your spine and you had trouble finding them sympathetic. 

You were relieved to see that there were clone medics working in the hospital wing and not kaminoans. They creeped you out and you couldn’t really put your fingers around the feeling. 

“Hardcase?” you stopped immediately when you caught a glimpse of his tattoo in the corner of your eyes. 

“Hey Medy!” he greeted you eagerly and sat up, just to press his palm on his side and groan from the sudden movement. He tried to ignore the pain and continued talking. “Fives and Echo told me that you’re around, I’m so happy to run into you!”

You instantly changed into medic mode and stepped closer to examine his injury. 

“I’d rather not see you here, Hardcase,” you shook your head a little. “What happened to you this time?”

“Ehhh,” he looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. “I fell down.”

“From where?” you raised a brow because it was never this easy with him. 

“Well out of the window. But I really had no choice!” he protested vehemently. “Rex clearly told me not to even think about walking out the door. He didn’t say anything about the window,” he smiled mischievously. 

“Why am I not surprised,” you shook your head and scanned him. You quickly checked the results and saw that the injury wasn’t too bad. “I’ll apply a bacta patch and you need to take some medication for the next few days,” you searched for the right ones and handed them to him. 

“Thanks Medy,” he smiled at you and took them. ”Now you can apply the patch,” he grinned and pulled up his shirt. You rolled your eyes but did as he said.  

“Why did you have to stay in that room anyway? Did you do something?” you sent him a questioning look.

“I might have successfully made a small explosion after tampering with some gadgets," he confessed. “But you should have seen it! It was mind-blowing! I might have just come up with a new weapon,”  he was clearly proud of himself and you couldn’t suppress a smile. 

“I’m glad that it wasn’t literally mind-blowing,” you laughed and he just waved it off. 

“So yeah, after that Rex sent me back to my room to think about what I did or something like that, I didn’t really pay attention to be honest.”

“And why did you decide to leave the room?” you were still trying to put the story together. 

“I was hungry,” he shrugged. 

“And why did you fall? I have seen you pull off far worse stuff. Not that I advise you to do those,” you sent him a playfully scolding look. 

“Oh yeah, I totally had it under control,” he waved. “But then I saw Rex behind a window and he was just about to turn. I swear to you he felt that I was there. So I had to disappear and I might not have paid enough attention and slipped. You know how rainy it is out there.”

“You’re lucky you landed on the roof and didn’t fall sixty meters into the water.”

“Yeah,” he grinned and you shook your head. He was always playing with fire. And he did it in his slightly unhinged but undeniably cool style. 

“You should take care of yourself a little bit better,” you patted his shoulder when you were ready with everything and he sent you a grateful smile. 

“Why would I when you’re always here to heal me?”

“I wish that was the case, but I won’t always be there. So just don’t suffer stupid injuries, alright?”

“I’ll try my best,” he winked at you and you knew your little speech had no effect on him and sighed. 

“I guess that’s a start.”

You spent the next hours helping out and stitched up a few shinies who got injured during simulations. 

“I knew I would find you here.”

“Tech!” you turned around and smiled at him. “Did you finish with your training?” 

“Crosshair and Wrecker stayed behind to practice some more. I thought that this was the perfect opportunity for me to show you around in the laboratory, if you’re interested.”

“I am, that sounds great,” you put the equipment you were cleaning down and stood up. “Let’s go.”

“So you said Crosshair is still practicing?” you asked him on your way to the lab. 

“Correct. He’s a perfectionist and always has to practice the most.”

“Well, it really works for him. I actually wanted to ask you something about him.”

“Yes?” Tech glanced at you . 

“Where do you think his jealousy originates from? I mean I think I know a little about it but I wanted to ask you about it as well. You’ve known him longer.”

“As far as I’m concerned, he has never shown this type of behavior before. It’s only when he’s around you,” Tech sent you a curious look. “But jealousy has a simple scientific explanation. It discouraged desertion by a mate, bolstering the family unit and enabling the survival of the young. At the same time, it has pushed us to abandon philanderers in favor of more stable and rewarding partnerships.”

“Maker Tech, that's pretty dry. I was thinking about something closer to Crosshair.”

“Oh. In that case,” he tilted his head to think for a few seconds. “I believe it’s because of his own insecurities and him thinking that if he let you get closer to another male you’d leave him for them.”

“Oh.”

“Was that sufficient?”

“It was a lot, Tech. And what could I do about it? I really want to be there for him.”

“I’d like to offer a solution for you but my knowledge in the matter isn’t extensive enough.”

You sighed. All you wanted was to understand Crosshair more to be able to support him better. Tech must have seen that you weren’t comforted yet and tried again. 

“What are you worrying about?” 

“Just that I’m not able to support him in a way he needs it.”

“That’s nonsense. He’s clearly happy.”

You felt a little relieved. “Thanks Tech, that means a lot.”

“You are welcome. But I don’t understand, can’t you see it on him?” 

“I can but sometimes I’m not sure I can trust my eyes. I'm afraid they would show what I want to see and not what’s actually there.”

He seemed to think this through. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s lucky to have you, you seem to pay special attention to his well-being.”

“Of course I do,” you said like it was obvious. “Sometimes that’s all I think about.”

“Well, it’s clearly working. He’s better than he’s ever been.”

You closed your eyes for a second. It felt so comforting to hear these words from someone else’s mouth, especially Tech because he and Crosshair had a special bond. 

“Thank you, Tech, this was really comforting.”

His face lit up after your praise and he unconsciously started walking faster from happiness, you had to jog to catch up with him. 

“And how are you feeling Tech?” 

He looked a little taken aback and slowed down to match your pace. “My work on the ship is endless, I still want to boost the engines and I have to reorganize the food cabinet after Wrecker made a mess a few days ago. Last night I read an interesting article about molecular underpinnings of a disease affecting corals.”

“Is marine life something you’re interested in?”

“Very much so,” he smiled a little. “I would love to explore it in different water planets.”

“Maybe we’ll get an underwater mission once.”

“Highly unlikely, I don’t see why they would send us. It’s not the area where our enhancements are the most useful.”

“I was just hoping for it, Tech.”

“Oh. In that case I also hope that it will happen.”

You smiled at him and he held the laboratory door open for you. He showed you around and talked about all the equipment you were interested in. You also spent some time working on one of your medicines you started earlier but couldn’t finish. Working with Tech was always easy for you because he was so clearly passionate about what he was doing that it kept you going endlessly. 

“Hungry?” came the question from behind you and you jumped and turned around immediately just to see Hunter standing in front of you with a smirk on his face. You put your hand on your racing heart and took a few deep breaths to calm down. 

“First of all, don’t do that,” you motioned at him, “but yeah, now that you ask I’m hungry.”

“Great, come on!” he smiled at you warmly and turned around. 

“Tech?” you looked at him but he shook his head. 

“I’ll stay, I want to finish this. But you should go.”

You nodded and walked toward the door to catch up with Hunter. 

“You two get on well since day one,” he noted when you arrived next to him. 

“He’s always been very kind to me,” you smiled remembering how in your first days you spent all your time next to Tech. “And he says very interesting stuff all the time, you should listen to him more.”

“Thank you for the suggestion,” he smirked and led you toward the cantina. 

“How was the training?”

“The usual,” he dodged the question easily and sat down next to you. “I also just wanted to check up on you,” he tilted his head and looked at you deeply. 

Your hand that was halfway to your mouth with a mouthful of the plain kaminoan food stopped and you looked back at him. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just that many things happened in a short amount of time and I wanted to make sure that you’re alright. And that Crosshair was treating you well when we’re not around. Not that I don’t trust him,” he added quickly, “but we know how he can get and I don’t want him to treat you like that.”

“Oh,” you smiled and put the bite in your mouth and swallowed it before answering. “That’s so considerate of my kind sergeant,” you teased him, making him smile but then you continued in a more serious voice. “No, I really meant that. Thank you. And I’m really good. You can’t even imagine how nice he is when you’re not around,” you lowered your voice and leaned closer to him as if you were going to share a secret. He tensed a little and paid attention to your every move. “Hunter, I think he is…,” you whispered, “a softie,” you finished and he laughed out so loud that many clones sitting at tables near you looked over to see what it was about. 

“That sounds pretty serious, are you sure you can handle that? Because I’m not afraid of moody or angry Crosshair but soft Crosshair scares me,” he grinned and you laughed with him. 

“I know right,” you couldn’t stop smiling. “It’s pretty serious, I don’t think there’s any coming back from this.”

“Wow,” Hunter calmed down and shook his head with the last hints of laughter still playing on his lips. “You know I really think that you were all he needed,” he looked up at you. “He’s different since you’re together. Before, he’s been often with us but stayed distant. Lately he just seems more alive. He’s just like who he was back when we were cadets.,” Hunter smiled at the memory. “You know before the war and missions. You really bring that out of him.”

“Hunter,” you smiled, really touched by his words. You quickly patted his hand that was resting on the table. “Thank you.”

He smiled back at you. “Anytime. Also if you have any sexual questions you can always come to me,” his smile turned into an evil smirk and you rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up and eat,” you told him with a full mouth. 

“You know I won the bet and can talk as much about it as I want?” he snickered but did as you said and scooped some food on his spoon and quickly swallowed it. 

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

“If I can, then I will,” he grinned and you shook your head with a tired smile on your face. 

“That does sound like a motto of the bad batch.”

“It really does,” he nodded with an eager face. “Let’s patent it so after the war we can use it for a small business,” he joked. 

“Do you think a lot about the end of the war?” you took a sip of your drink and watched a group of shinies walk away in front of you. Why did they have to wear their full armor inside when there were no battle simulations? It must not have been comfortable. Maybe it was to prepare them. 

“Yeah, sometimes,” Hunter answered. “I imagine us all staying together and maybe continuing working for the Republic, you know, because we want to, not because we’re their property. That would be nice.”

“That does sound good,” you smiled at him. “I hope it’s going to be here soon.”

“Let’s just win that war before, shall we?” he winked at you and you both stood up after finishing your food and walked out of the cantina after you packed up some food for Tech. 

While you were walking on the white corridors you ran into Wrecker who was coming from the training rooms, freshly showered and whistling to himself. He was hard to miss with his size and also the off tune whistling. 

“Hey guys,” his face lit up when he saw you.

“Hi Wreck,” you smiled back at him. “I’m taking this for Tech, wanna come?”

“Sure,” he agreed and you turned left where Hunter went right, he headed back to the barrack. 

“You don’t look tired,” you glanced at him and he laughed. 

“They don’t have enough weights to tire me out,” he flexed one of his massive arms. “You know these are pretty cool,” he lifted his fingers up and looked at his nails. 

“Hunter did a pretty nice job, I’ll tell him that after the war he can go work as a nail artist,” you added seriously and Wrecker snorted. 

“You know we could do more stuff like yesterday.”

“I think so too, Wreck. I missed these nights so much,” you smiled softly. 

“Well, I’m always here if you want to.”

“Thanks. Maybe we could also… No forget it, I’m sure it’s not your thing…,” changed your mind while talking. 

“What? You started saying it, now you know I won’t let you rest until you tell me,” he nudged you softly. 

“I was just thinking about how much I wanted to go shopping for clothes and stuff,” you confessed and waited for him to laugh at you but he didn’t.

“Then let’s go. Next time we can, we’ll go.”

“Really?” you face lit up. “You’d come with me?”

“Sure,” he grinned. “We can also get a couple beers and you can spill all the tea on Crosshair.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a pretty cool plan to me.”

“Can’t wait,” he added with a grin just when you’ve arrived back to the labs where you dropped off Tech his lunch and made him promise that he would eat it and not forget about it. 

“Forget about eating?” Wrecker shook his head. “I could never.”

“Yeah, same.” 

“Wanna get a snack?” he looked at you mischievously

“Here?” you raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“I know a way,” he sent you a crooked smile and showed you the way toward another building. He was leading you through dark and narrow corridors which not even the cameras kept an eye on until you arrived in front of a simple door which Wrecker quickly tampered with and opened so you could sneak in. 

The room you arrived in was full of neatly organized boxes and Wrecker immediately led you to one of them and opened it. You saw that it was full of different flavors of chocolate covered energy bars. He grabbed a handful of them and you did the same and he carefully closed the box back and you made your way out. 

“How did you know about that?” you laughed when you were back to the well-lit white corridors. 

“You think I wouldn’t find where they kept the snacks we occasionally got?” he grinned and shoved two into his mouth. “Hunter led me there, he could smell it but then after that it’s all my work.”

“And they never noticed?”

“The secret is to not do it often,” he passed on his knowledge. 

By the time you arrived back at their barrack Crosshair was already there, freshly showered and looking more handsome than ever with his new haircut. You smiled when you saw that he was back and ran to him. 

He quickly pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“How did the training go?” you asked, your voice muffled because you were still pressed against his chest. 

“Fine,” he answered and sat down on his bed and pulled you into his lap. You stared into his eyes and drank him in. 

Then you noticed something changed behind him on the wall and you looked over his shoulder to take a better look at it. The usual three target posters were still hanging on the wall but something changed. 

“Did you…?” you asked him and a smile spread across your face. Previously, the middle poster was shot carefully to make the letter C. Now it’s been changed to the letter your name started with. You couldn’t find the words and it was just so sweet of him. 

“Crosshair,” you pulled him closer and he hugged you back. “This is so sweet.”

“What happened?” Wrecker came over to take a look too and he smiled when he saw what Crosshair did. 

“Who would have thought that you were such a romantic, lil bro?”

“Don’t call me that,” Crosshair answered, pretending to be irritated but the smile playing on his lips gave him away. Wrecker quickly ruffled his hair then went back to his bed. 

Some time later Hunter arrived back with Tech by his side. His face was more serious than usual and you grew a little wary. 

“New mission?” Wrecker asked with a grin and sat up on his bed. 

“A bigger one,” Hunter nodded. “The jedi discovered a new separatist base but they had to fall back to help the battalions on Ryloth. Our mission is to find out all we can about this new base, what technology they use, why they moved there and any useful information before destroying it.”

“Nice, an explosion then,” Wrecker cheered but Hunter’s face remained serious. 

“What else is there?” Crosshair asked, he also saw that Hunter was yet to share everything with the group. Hunter came closer and looked into your eyes. 

“I’m afraid you can’t come with us this time. We have to drop you off at the Republic base on the planet, you were ordered to stay there because they are in dire need of medics. We lost a battle there a few hours earlier,” he sighed. “You can imagine the situation.”

You gave him a firm nod. You knew your duty. 

Crosshair’s face didn’t show much about his thoughts. 

“Cross?” you nudged him, wanting to hear what he was thinking about. 

“I don’t fucking like the way they just order you around,” he said sourly. 

“Technically they can,” Tech stepped in front of Hunter. “Officially she’s still listed as our medic, not a fifth member and medics can always be ordered around when a shortage appears somewhere. Also I have to add that it would be much safer for her to remain at a Republic base than to accompany us to this mission.”

You heard Wrecker chuckle and turned your head his way.

“I know that,” Crosshair answered Tech with a grimace, “that’s why I didn’t protest.”

“What’s up with you Wreck?” you asked him because he was still chuckling to himself. 

“Let me guess,” Crosshair raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched despite his gloomy mood. “Tech said technically and you find that extremely amusing.” 

Wrecker burst out laughing again and just nodded. You shook your head with a smile on your face and turned back to Crosshair. The furrow between his brows was still there. 

“I’m gonna be fine,” you stroked his face. “I’m more worried about you guys.”

“Nah, don’t be,” Wrecker, who collected himself a little, sent you a grin. “We wouldn’t risk getting injured when the only one to stitch us up is Tech.”

“I did the work fairly efficiently!” he objected. 

“The emphasis is on fairly,” Hunter added with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“It’s not my area of expertise,” he nodded reluctantly. 

“It’s okay Tech, it wasn’t so bad,” Wrecker tried comforting him, which he thanked with a half-smile. 

“You hear that guys? You’re not allowed to get injured because I’m not gonna be there,” you looked at all of them. “That’s an order.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hunter jokingly saluted you. “But I thought it was usually Crosshair giving you the orders, right?” Hunter asked with a mischievous grin and you froze. 

Crosshair just rolled his eyes and ignored Hunter’s comment. 

“He just wishes to get promoted,” Wrecker patted Crosshair’s back not so lightly. “But we wouldn’t let ya go,” he also pushed him a bit and Crosshair shook his head with a faint smile on his lips. 

“So when do we leave?” you asked them. 

“Right after they finished preparing our ship,” Hunter answered and took a seat on his bed and put his legs up. 

“They are doing what?” Tech jerked his head up. “No one can touch my ship when I’m not there.”

“As I said, our ship,” Hunter repeated but Tech ignored him and was already on his feet and halfway out of the door. He was pretty sensitive when it came to the maintenance of the Havoc Marauder, he had already put so much work into the ship that it rightfully felt his a little more than anyone else’s. 

“If we have a little more time…,” Crosshair started and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, making goosebumps appear on your whole body. His lips lingered on your skin just one second longer before he leaned closer to your ears. “I could show you the armory.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t actually mean the armory,” Hunter commented without even looking up from his datapad. 

“Do you always have to ruin the mood?” you looked at him and he shrugged with a crooked smile on his face. 

“I just wanted to make sure that you two are on the same page,” he added and you rolled your eyes. 

Wrecker raised his head when he heard the word armory. “It’s a pretty nice armory. I shed a few tears when I first saw it after they renovated it.”

“You cried?” you laughed. 

“Your man right there did too,” he grinned evilly and Crosshair sent him a death glare. 

“I didn’t.”

“Yeah you did, lil bro,” Wrecker continued grinning. “There was one teardrop running dramatically down your face when you saw the rifle collection. I saw it.”

Crosshair pursed his lips and you needed every ounce of self control you ever had in your life to not laugh in his face. 

“Medy’s is quite close to dying there,” Hunter noted and you closed your eyes and tried to concentrate on your breathing to control your uncontrollable urge to laugh. 

“I just need a minute,” you managed to say somehow. 

You couldn’t see but were sure that Crosshair and Wrecker were silently communicating while you were dying, as Hunter worded. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, I know the armory is our secret bonding place, I won’t share anything I learnt there again,” Wrecker apologized and Crosshair facepalmed. 

“Secret bonding place?” you asked, your curiosity overriding your urge to laugh in their faces. 

“It’s not a secret when you know about it,” Hunter said casually. 

“You knew?” Wrecker asked with his mouth hanging open. 

“How would I not have known, Wrecker?” Hunter looked up at him. “You thought that you could sneak past me without me waking up? Also, stealth was never your strongest quality. Crosshair though,” he tilted his face. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Wrecker asked him. 

“It seemed like a you two kinda thing,” Hunter shrugged. 

“That’s so sweet,” you smiled and felt discomfort radiating from Crosshair. “What, Cross? Is me learning that you have a special bond with one of your brothers uncomfortable for you?” 

“He’s just not used to showing emotions at all,” Hunter answered instead of him. 

“I want to leave,” Crosshair said and Hunter nodded. 

“You should before he tells her about your weird obsession with porgs.”

“Your what?!” you laughed. 

“They are so freaking cute!” Wrecker immediately protested. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know that your secret armory meetings were officially called porg fan club meetings,” Hunter mocked them. 

“So porgs?” you smiled at Crosshair who was not just radiating discomfort, he was burning with it. 

“I want to leave,” he repeated and picked you up and carried you to the door. 

“He says that they are neat,” Wrecker shouted after you and you sent him a grin. You were so grateful to have his brothers next to you because learning this kind of information would have been almost impossible from Crosshair himself. 

“Cross,” you cupped his flushed face and looked deeply into his eyes. “Don’t do this, you know I love learning everything about you. You shouldn’t feel bad about this, this is so normal,” you laughed. “Why do you have a guard up most of the time?” 

He shrugged and put you down on your feet when you were out of the room. He held your hand and started walking down the white corridor. 

“You shouldn’t, you know,” you continued, “you can always be yourself with me. I want that. I want everything about you.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips and he stopped to kiss you. He gently brushed his lips against yours to let you know he got what you were talking about. 

“Right now what I want is you,” he whispered against your lips and deepened the kiss. You opened your mouth to welcome him as he slid his tongue inside your mouth to explore it. 

His hands traveled down your waist and pulled you closer until you were pressed up against his hips. His fingers dug into your flesh and you already forgot what you were talking about. 

He didn’t even check the door you were standing in front of, just opened it and pushed you inside while kissing you. Only one of his hands left your body to lock the door. Then he lay you down on one of the bunk beds and deepened the kiss.

“You looked absolutely amazing when I left you in the morning,” he said in a raspy voice and pushed his hips against yours. You moaned when you felt his hardness. 

“I can never get enough of you,” he continued and lifted your shirt, placing a kiss on your stomach. “I could be with you all day and all night and it would never be enough,” he unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. 

His words made your head spin but all that came out of you was a soft whimper. He laid you down on the bed, his head between your legs. He grinned at you, a full smile that you loved so much.

“And I have more plans for you for today,” he slightly bit his lower lip then buried his tongue inside you. You inhaled sharply and your fingers found their way into his silver hair. His pace fastened and soon all you could think about was how much you wanted him inside you.

“Crosshair,” you asked him and he looked up at you, licking his lips in a mischievous way. 

“Will you do me a favor and fuck me right now?” you lifted your hips with desire. 

“There’s something I want you to do for me before, sunshine,” he smirked at you and you lifted a brow.  

“Now that I’m not going to be here for a few days,” he started talking and you almost moaned at how sexy his voice sounded, “there’s something I want to ask you not to do,” he continued with a darkened look on his face. 

“What?” you asked and licked your suddenly dry lips. 

He answered with a knowing smirk. “But I want to watch now. I want to see what you’re not going to be allowed to do while I’m away.”

You drew in a sharp breath when you understood what he was talking about. Did he want to see you pleasure yourself? While he was standing next to you?

“Come on sunshine,” he told you, his voice the smoothest you’ve ever heard it and it made you want to do anything he told you. Without question. You would have followed his voice alone to hell and back. 

“Do you want me to talk you through it?” he continued and you closed your eyes and nodded. “I want to see how you come from your fingers, sunshine. I want to see how your body trembles under the pleasure you caused.”

“Why am I not allowed to do it while you’re gone?” you asked in a weak voice, already turned on just by listening to his words. 

“Because I’m a selfish bastard who wants all of your orgasms to himself,” he answered and you couldn’t suppress a moan hearing that. “Don’t get shy now, sunshine. Do you remember how dirty your mouth gets when you’re begging me to fuck you? This isn’t different. But this time you’re the one doing it to yourself.”

You were already burning with desire and you wanted to please him too so you shyly lifted your fingers and placed them on just the right spot. 

You could hear him drawing in a sharp breath when you started circling your clit and rubbing the wetness all over yourself. 

“You’re so turned on,” he said, his voice airy and eyes wide. 

“It’s only for you,” you answered and threw your head back as you applied pressure on your clit while circling around it. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed as you winced from pleasure hearing his praise. “Always coming around my cock when I fuck you. Always saying the perfect words to make me lose my mind. You do that to me, you make me lose my fucking mind,” he kept talking and you closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure your fingers on your clit were causing you while listening to his smooth voice. 

“Look at me,” he ordered and you reluctantly opened your eyes and glanced at him. All air left your lungs when you saw his expression, it was wild with lust and passion as he was looking down at you, a few drops of sweat balancing on his body as he was trying to fight the urge to fuck you right there and then and just enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself just a little longer. Just until you came. 

“What you said earlier,” he kept talking, “I know I can be myself with you. I don’t always show it but I know it. And I will. With time, I will show you all, sunshine. But we have time. We have all the fucking time in the galaxy.”

Your mouth fell open as you were listening to his words and you couldn't stop staring at his face while he was talking, he was so genuine. And he said all the time in the galaxy. Fuck, that sent a shiver down your body and you trembled as you felt the first signs of your orgasms building in your body. 

“You should see how beautiful you look right now, lost in my words and pleasure. You’re absolutely out of this world.”

The orgasm that was building in your body exploded and ripped through your body and your whole body trembled. He was there behind you immediately, sliding next to you and kissing your forehead. 

“Such a good girl,” he whispered and lifted the hand you were pleasuring yourself with and licked your fingers off. You groaned at the sensation and pressed your body harder against his. 

He rolled you over to your side and slid behind you. He gently sank his teeth in the sensitive skin on your neck and his hand traveled to your hips and pulled you closer, until his cock was touching your entrance and you winced in pleasure, still high from your orgasm. 

He pushed his hips forward and buried his cock inside you while his lips never left your neck and you whimpered, feeling overstimulated but drunk on pleasure. 

“Such a good girl,” his lips were moving against your skin as he was whispering. He started moving, every thrust audible because you were so wet for him. “So perfect for me,” he sighed and dug his fingers deeper into your hips as he started fucking you faster. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t,” you managed to say between two intense thrusts. “You make me lose my mind too, Crosshair.”

He exhaled deeply and shoved himself deeper than before inside you. He ran his delicate fingers down your body until they grabbed your butt and squeezed it, making you moan. He turned you around, standing on all fours and entered you. Both of you were completely lost in each other when you heard someone standing in front of the door, trying to enter. Thank the Maker Crosshair had enough in him to close the door earlier, otherwise you would have found yourself in a rather mortifying situation. Not that this was not making you flush with embarrassment.

‘I think,” you started saying but Crosshair didn’t seem to startle as much.

“We’re busy,” he called out and focused his attention back to you. “So where were we?,” he asked in a husky voice and rubbed his short stubble to your neck.  You shivered at the sensation and were reminded again what you two were in the middle of before being interrupted. 

He started moving again, slowly, making you moan out of pleasure. You tried muffling the sound with your hands but he stopped you. 

“I want to hear you,” he said in a raspy voice and picked up his pace. “I’d want everyone to hear you and know that you are mine,” he emphasized every word with thrust. You completely forgot about the interruption, all you could sense was him everywhere around you. 

 “I am yours, Crosshair,” you confessed between two moans and he inhaled sharply.

“What a good girl,” he softly stroked your hair before grabbing your butt and dictating an even faster rhythm. 

You moaned his name as he came inside you and filled you up with his thick, warm cum. He held you in place while he came, drunk on the voices you were making. 

After a minute of both of you just breathing hard, you turned around to face him and rested your forehead against his. “You’re mine too, Cross,” you whispered and kissed him. He kissed you back fondly, eagerly and embraced you. You stayed like that until both of your breathing calmed down. 

“You mesmerize me,” he whispered into your ears in a voice so low you could barely hear. 

“Crosshair,” you murmured his name. 

“I loved watching you,” he continued, stroking your naked body with his smooth, long fingers. You smiled sheepishly. “You are so beautiful,” he kissed your temple and you melted into his arms. 

“I can’t wait for you to come back from the mission,” you were reminded of the fact that he was going to leave you soon. He tensed a bit next to you. 

“I will come back. I will always come back to you, sunshine.” 

You took a breath to say something more when an abrupt knocking startled you. 

“Oh, fu-,” you started saying and abruptly sat up and started looking for your clothes. “Shit, I forgot about him,” you were so mad at yourself and flushed with embarrassment again. 

Crosshair stayed laying down on the bed with an evil grin playing on his lips. watching you hurry and get ready again. He reached for a toothpick and placed it between his lips.

“Crosshair!” you warned him. 

“What?” he stretched without any signs that he wanted to leave. 

“I think we should go right now and let poor shiny get his room back,” you said.

“Let him wait,” Crosshair answered smugly. “This might be the first and last action he could have heard.”

“You’re such a jerk,” you suppressed a smile and rolled your eyes. “Let’s just go!” you offered your hand to him which he couldn’t reject and got up. “Now, dress yourself,” you jerked your hand away and pointed at his clothes. He stared at you, naked and an amused look on his face. Well, he wasn’t completely naked, his toothpick was between his lips. It was a sight you wanted to see for the rest of your life. You couldn’t hide your smile. 

“Come on,” you managed to tear your eyes away from his body and nudged him to put his clothes on. He scowled and reluctantly started putting his clothes back on.

Then he held your hand and you walked out of the room to find a trooper awkwardly standing in front of the door. You felt a flush of embarrassment run through your body but Crosshair must not have felt anything remotely close to that because he just flicked his toothpick on the floor and casually told the trooper that the room is all his again. You mumbled an apology while Crosshair reached for another toothpick but luckily the clone seemed to be just as eager to get out of the situation as you so he just made an awkward face and disappeared in his barrack. 

“Well that was awkward,” you noted when you were walking on the corridors, in a safe distance from the room. 

“Only if you think it was,” Crosshair sent you an amused look and you thought about it. 

“I guess you’re right. I still think it was.”

He chuckled lightly and before he could have opened the door for you, it opened and Hunter walked out with Wrecker following him. 

“Why is there always someone in front of the doors today?” you wondered out loudly and received a confused look from your sergeant. 

“We are leaving, Tech signaled that his, I mean our ship is ready,” he decided to ignore your comment and just started walking toward the exit. 

“How was the armory?” Wrecker asked you genuinely and you suppressed a smile. 

"I was pleasantly surprised,” you sent a smirk to Crosshair. “It was even more than what I was expecting,”  you continued and looked back at him again. He had a triumphant and smug expression on his face. 

“I know right?” Wrecker continued. “It’s so fucking cool, next time I’m gonna show you the explosives and maybe give you a little representation,” he got all excited and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you didn’t actually visit the armory. Hunter smirked knowingly but for once didn’t say anything. He exchanged a look with Crosshair that only the two of them could understand and sent him a crooked smile accompanied with a wink, making Crosshair roll his eyes with a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“That would be so nice of you Wrecker! But maybe let’s not blow the place up where you grew up, alright?”

“Oh, he wouldn’t blow it up, he knows what he’s doing,” Crosshair told you and Wrecker pushed out his chest at the compliment, “but I would be wary, he can talk endlessly about explosives that are basically the same,” he added with a smirk and Wrecker protested loudly. 

“Hey, you know they ARE all different! And it’s not like you don’t gush over your precious rifles every opportunity you can.”

“They really are all unique with their own enhancements,” Crosshair argued. 

“So are explosives!”

“He’s just playing with you, Wrecker,” Hunter weighed in. “He’s always doing this just to annoy you. Or us,” he made a face. 

“Oh,” Wrecker reacted and Crosshair sent him a playful smirk. “You’re a jerk.”

“Funny thing, I just told him this not long ago!” you said with a smile playing on your lips. 

“Really? He got it two times a day?” Hunter continued. “You aren’t yourself, Cross, it is usually way above ten by this time of the day,” he glanced at the time and shook his head, pretending to be disappointed. 

“I'll do better tomorrow," he answered with an amused face and you couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

"That's the Cross we know," Hunter patted his back. 

You arrived back to Tech muttering to himself about how no one else can touch his ship. 

"Did they screw anything up Tech?" you asked him as you were all getting on the ship. 

"No, but you know the odds of that happening?" he asked vehemently. "I should always be notified when repairs are being done to the ship." 

"Don't worry, your baby's okay," Wrecker gently shoved him. 

"How long is this mission gonna be?" you asked, not wanting to let Crosshair go for even a day. Or just spend days without all of them, you got so used to them always being around that you felt some unease creep up on your spine when you thought about being apart while they were risking their lives. 

"Probably a few days," Hunter answered. "But if he will be this motivated to get back it might take less," he smirked at Crosshair who kept you close to his side. 

"All I know is that we are going to blow something up and that's enough for me," Wrecker grinned. 

"You deserve it, Wreck," you grinned back, knowing that it was already too long since he could blow something up. You thought about your meeting with Hardcase in the medical area and couldn't help but notice how well the two troopers would get on. "You know I treated a clone on Kamino, long story short he caused an explosion and fell down from the roof, I will have to bring the two of you together someday." 

"I wish I could have seen it," Wrecker laughed. "Who's the guy?" 

"It's Hardcase from the 501st," you answered. "He said that his growth chamber leaked and it made him hyperactive."

"That sounds like fun," Wrecker looked around the ship, probably for something to blow up. 

"Don't even think about it," Tech looked up from piloting and sent Wrecker a harsh look. "I have just got the ship back to its original state" 

"Man," Wrecker shook his head in disappointment. "I have to blow something up right now!" he was radiating energy and you thought how much he meant what he said. 

"You might need a cause for that, Wreck." 

"I have a cause, it's because I want to do it," he argued and you burst out laughing. Hard to argue with that. 

"Technically…," Tech started talking but Wrecker cut him off. 

"I don't wanna hear that, nothing good ever comes after that word. It do be funny when you say it though ." 

"Yeah, it was like the first word he ever said," Hunter said. "99 told us everything." 

"Actually it was a full sentence, don't undermine my so early developed skills." 

"Yeah Tech, we all know that you are a smart-ass." 

"I would once again ask you to refrain yourself from using that word to describe me." 

"Alright, then nerd." 

"Is that better?" Tech quickly glanced at you. "I'm unfamiliar with the latest changes in so-called slangs." 

"It's fine Tech," you restrained a smile. 

"Alright then."

"So Wreck, I see you're in dire need to do something, tell me a little about those explosives, what will you use at the end of the preferably short mission?" you asked Wrecker. Crosshair pulled you closer and interlaced his fingers around your waist. You needed a lot of self control not to lose your mind but Wrecker's happy face was worth paying attention to. 

"Sure thing, but first how much do you know about explosives?" 

"Not exactly much," you managed to answer but Crosshair's hands were very distracting. 

"Then I'll start from the beginning," Wrecker dived into the topic and showed that his knowledge was way more extensive than you would have ever imagined. You thought that he just blew stuff up for the sake of it but it turned out that he knew his way about them better than anyone. 

He told you everything about the difference in sizes and ingredients. 

"He actually came up with the idea of one of my custom bullets," Crosshair told you. Your conversation with Wrecker caught his attention too and he was listening to it carefully.

"It's a completely new approach and works very well," Tech added and you smiled proudly at Wrecker. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have, if I didn't give you those bullets I would have won a few more of our competition," Wrecker made a face and Crosshair sent him a smirk. 

"And I will continue using them against you," he said with a smug face. 

"You wish, this mission I will crush you," Wrecker answered with playful determination. 

"I don't think so," Crosshair raised an eyebrow. 

"I hope the both of you know that the beginning of our mission will consist of less shooting and more sneaking around for information, correct?" Tech asked and they both looked at him with a slightly disappointed face. 

"You'll get your chance to destroy clankers after we're done with the boring part," Hunter quickly calmed them. 

"Exiting hyperspace in ten seconds…," Tech warned you before you flew out of hyperspace and you saw the planet you were going to land on to drop you off. 

Crosshair held you a little tighter now that the time to say goodbye came closer. 

"If you don't all come back in the same condition, I will kill you," you said only half joking. 

"I'll take care of them," Hunter smiled at you reassuringly. "Just as I always do." 

Wrecker snorted loudly. "And what about the time you were hanging from that really tall tree and couldn't do anything because you dropped your knife? Who came to take care of you?" 

"You did," Hunter answered unwillingly. 

"And what was Tech doing while that?" 

"Being surrounded by clankers while trying to get the door open," Hunter continued in the same voice. "But they had it under control with Crosshair."

"Well…," Tech started to say but was cut off by Hunter. 

"Did you make it out alive or did you not?" 

"Barely."

"See," Hunter pointed at you. "Told you I always take good care of them."

"I mean if staying alive is considered that then you're doing just great," you gave him a thumbs up. 

"I know right," he grinned at you and you shook your head with a smile on your face. 

"I took care of that situation," Crosshair whispered into your ears and you believed him. 

"With me," Wrecker protested. 

"You might have helped."

"It was teamwork, right lil bro?" Wrecker patted Crosshair's back, making him roll his eyes but not saying a word against it. 

"As always," Wrecker finished and you sent him a smile. You were less stressed about the mission now and knew that they would take care of each other no matter what. 

“You better send me messages whenever you can,” you looked at each of them sternly. “Especially you,” you tightened your grip around Crosshair’s arms. 

“I will call you any chance I get,” he whispered into your eyes in a low and husky voice that weakened your knees, “I already miss your voice moaning my name,” he added in an ever quieter tone.

You gulped and he chuckled softly in your ear. The others turned back to each other and started discussing the mission. 

Crosshair’s hand wandered around your body and squeezed your waist, making all air escape from your lungs. Would you ever get enough of this man? You knew the answer was no.

“Why are you torturing me?” you asked and leaned a little closer to him. He put his large hand over your stomach and pulled your hips closer to his. Your breathing accelerated so noticeably that it made him smile against your shoulders, where he buried his face. 

“If this is how you react to torture, I’m unsure of your abilities,” he teased you lightly. 

“Why, you’d be able to hold up better?” you asked, your mind foggy with him being all around you and his smell surrounding you. Everything felt stronger now that you knew you would have to be apart for a few days. 

“I did,” he kept his tone light but the seriousness of the answer surprised you and you opened your eyes abruptly. 

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it, sunshine,” he buried his face back to your shoulder and you let his silver locks against your cheeks divert your attention. 

“You better come back to me,” you whispered, suddenly afraid of their upcoming mission again. 

“Haven’t I told you before? I always come back,” he answered and kissed your skin softly. Then again and again, leaving a trail of tender kisses across your neck and shoulder, making you melt into his arms. 

“Someone’s awfully clingy today,” Hunter turned away from the discussion he was having with Tech and Wrecker and looked at the two of you. He was wearing one of his crooked smiles but it was tinted with a hint of mockery. 

“Just making sure she doesn’t even think about anyone else why I’m away,” Crosshair answered and you frowned. 

“Like there is any doubt.”

“As I said I’m just playing safe,” he turned his attention back to you and kissed your neck again. You tried to keep your expression together now that Hunter was looking at you and you knew you didn’t succeed when his grin grew even bigger. 

“You won’t have to worry about anything like that,” Hunter reassured Crosshair with a wink. 

“If any of the regs give you a hard time…,” he started saying but you cut him off. 

“They won’t!”

“If they give you a hard time,” he continued like you hadn’t spoken, “call me and I’ll be back. Fuck the mission and anything else.”

“That won’t be necessary. If anything, they’ll give me a hard time with being too amusing and not letting me rest,” you brushed it off but realized what you said might not have been the best thing to say to him. 

“I changed my mind, you are coming with us,” he said with a dark expression and you shook your head. 

“Crosshair!” you warned him. “Stop this. I will be fine.”

“With regs surrounding you everywhere. And I won’t be there,” he was starting to get a little too worked up.

“Crosshair!” you warned him again and turned over to cup his face and stop him. “Stop!” you looked deeply in his eyes. “Stop it, you are being unreasonable.”

He scowled but didn’t look away from your eyes. 

“They are my friends. You are my man. And this is going to stay like this. Always.”

He seemed to think this through. “I still don’t like it,” he said eventually but with way less vehemence. 

“You don’t have to. Just accept it. Try it. For me?” you smiled sweetly and looked up at him from under your lashes. He lightly shook his head and raised his hand to hold your chin and lift your head to kiss you. 

At first he was gentle, his soft lips brushing against yours but then he deepened the kiss and got lost in you. His hands traveled down your back and one of them rested on your waist while the other stayed on your back to pull you even closer. You were still cupping his face and stroking his stubble as he kissed you desperately. 

You forgot about everything and everyone else, it was just Crosshair and you and you never wanted it to end. 

But then Tech cleared his throat to let you know that you landed and you broke away from each other, Crosshair a little too unwillingly. You didn’t even notice when you landed. 

“I’m afraid this is goodbye for now,” Tech said and glanced at you. You somehow managed to get out of Crosshair’s hands and walked over to Tech to pat his shoulder. 

“Take care Tech,” you smiled at him and he sent you a half-smile. 

“You too Medy,” he said and pulled a small but elegant silver blaster out from one of his packets and handed it to you without saying a word.. You reached for it, speechless. It fit perfectly into your hands and you knew it wasn't on purpose but you couldn’t not notice how its color was unmistakably close to Crosshair’s hair color. 

“I know you have a blaster but this one fits you better, it’s personalized for your hands,” Tech started talking. “It has yellow blaster bolts, which is the color mandalorians mostly use. It’s more powerful than both red or blue blasts,” he kept going on about it and you lifted the blaster to inspect it from closer, still stunned by its beauty and Tech’s gesture. It was a beautiful piece of weaponry, elegant but deadly. Exactly what you thrived to be. 

“Last time we were apart you got injured and we came back to find you severely exhausted,” Tech said. “I don’t want that to happen again.”

“Tech,” you placed the blaster down carefully and gave him a quick hug which surprised him and he didn’t know what to do. “Thank you so much,” you let the astonished trooper go. “It’s beautiful. I don’t know how to thank you for it.”

“You could start with not getting shot again,” he answered and you laughed 

“I’ll do just that.”

He nodded and glanced at Crosshair who came closer to inspect the blaster. He took it in his hands and looked at it carefully. He balanced it on one hand to check its weight and then handed it back to you without a word. 

He and Tech shared a look and Crosshair sent him a nod and a soft smile. Tech tilted his head and nodded back. Crosshair reached forward to pat his shoulder before taking a step back and looking at you again. 

“That’s a pretty blaster for the pretty lady,” Wrecker joked when he took a look at your new blaster too. “And Tech’s right, we better not find you as tired and done than the last time!” he grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little just to make sure his words got to you. 

“You are the ones going on the serious mission, why are you worried about me, who’s staying at the base?”

“‘Cause last time you managed to get into trouble,” Hunter told you with one brow raised. 

“Yeah, we handled that just well.”

“You got shot,” Crosshair said with a sour face. 

“Barely,” you waved and pointed at him. “You were the one who got seriously injured not long ago so you don’t really have a say in this.”

“That has nothing to do with this,” he stepped closer. “I’m used to getting injured but you are used to healing them.

“Well, I don’t seem to get used to healing your injuries  so you if you just stopped receiving them,” you glared back at him. 

“Alrighty,” Hunter decided to step between the two of you. “Let’s just not get carried away. We are dropping Medy off, she’ll be safe there. And if not, then she’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself. And we’ll be fine too,” he looked at you reassuringly. “We took care of each other even before you so don’t worry, it’s barely more than a standard mission for us. Piece of cake,” he said and you saw Tech wanting to say something and open his mouth but he seemed to think it through so he remained silent instead. 

“I’d want that piece of cake,” Wrecker wondered and you couldn’t help but smile at that. 

“We’ll get you one after the mission,” you told him and he nodded excitedly. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Tech stood up from his seat, “but I believe it’s time for us to leave if we want to arrive at a time when security is lower around the base.”

It was time to say your goodbyes. They all accompanied you while you got off the ship. 

Hunter nodded at you encouragingly and patted your shoulder before getting on the ship again. Tech sent you a smile and then followed Hunter. Wrecker picked you up and gave you a bear-hug, making you laugh. He ruffled your hair after putting you down and then went after his brothers. It was just Crosshair left. 

He looked at you for several seconds without saying anything and then pulled you into his arms and kissed you again. His kiss was passionate and rough and he held you almost painfully tight but it was all you needed. After the kiss he rested his forehead against yours. 

“I’ll be back soon.”

“You better,” you smiled at him. “But until then…,” you smiled at him mischievously and gave him something that you had hidden in your pocket earlier.

His eyes widened and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. Then he lifted his hand to his face and inhaled the smell of the little fabric that you gave him. Then he put your panties in one of his pockets and smiled back at you playfully then his expression darkened and he bit his lower lips.

“I will have fun with this while I’m away.”

Now your eyes widened. “On the mission? You wouldn’t dare,” you waved. 

“Yeah?” He smiled cockily. “Watch me,” he stole another quick kiss and started walking toward the ship. You stood there, frozen and just stared after your beautiful man. 

He glanced back at you over his shoulder. “Oh, you’ll be able to watch. I’ll call you,” he smirked and got on the ship, leaving you there, astonished and aching for him.

[nahoney22]

Been writing a Crosshair NSFW request for a small while and just wondering if yous would rather it be posted altogether (around 6k words) or split into two parts? Makes no difference to me but just wondering about preferences? Thanks 😊 🌊

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Once again, love your work so much! You seem totally flooded with asks, but if you have time would I pretty please be able to get a teensy smutty one shot with Medic!Reader and Imperial!Crosshair after cross is rescued from the platform? Much love <3

Aloha! Thank you! Love to read that 😊

Sounds like a good idea, let me see what I can do with that.... I hope fem reader is okay, you didn't really say.

Imperial!Crosshair x Medic!Fem!Reader One-shot - The Quiet Visitor

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Warning: Explicit/ Sexual Content/PiV/Cunnilingus/Fingering/Dub-Con (?)/18+

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You've seen him many times in your station. He makes you nervous every time. CT 9904, also called Crosshair. He's a clone, but a special one, he's not like his brothers, stands out among them, visually, but also in terms of his abilities and personality.

Crosshair has been in your care before, mostly just routine examinations, or minor injuries. Today was no exception. After Crosshair was stuck on Kamino for 32 rotations, you do another follow-up a week after he came back to the Star Destroyer.

He looks better today. He's shaved, he's eaten, he's washed, and he's wearing fresh clothes. When he came back from Kamino three days ago, he had a full beard, had been filthy and half-starved. Here and now, he looked like himself again, just as you remembered him.

"Good morning," you say kindly, yet as neutrally as possible.

As always, he looks at you piercingly and scrutinizing instead of answering or returning the greeting, and as always, his gaze tingles along your spine as if he were touching you.

"I see, still not very talkative," you say with a sigh.

Crosshair silently sits down on the exam table and you do the usual tests. A quick blood sample, pulse check, cardiac listening, palpation of lymph nodes.

"Any complaints? Have you been eating well, drinking enough fluids in the last few days?"

When he doesn't answer again, you feel a little annoyance rising in you.

"Listen, Crosshair, if you don't give me answers to my questions, I can classify you as unfit for duty, and you'll be sitting on the waiting bench for quite a while before you're allowed to go on the next mission," you grumble, looking at him challengingly.

His expression changes, his eyes become critical slits.

He growls, "I'm fine."

"Is that so? Well, as a medical officer, that's my call".

His hand jerks forward and grips your wrist like a vice.

"Then you better make the right decision" he growls with a threatening undertone.

Your heart is beating up to your neck, you are nervous, but still you say calmly, "Then answer my questions and I can make the right decision. So, what's it going to be?"

He sighs and lets go of you again.

"Like I said, I'm fine. I'm eating, drinking and recovering well."

You nod slowly.

"Okay, that's better."

Suddenly you see him smirk.

He says, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? The power you have over me here, theoretically."

You blink in surprise, swallowing nervously.

"I don't know what you mean."

The smirk widens, "Oh yes you do, you know very well. But what about the other way around? Is there someone who has some power over you? Someone who makes your knees buckle and shows you what's what?"

You put the stethoscope aside and frown at him. Does he really mean what you think?

"No. Not really. Why do you ask?"

He stands up from the examination table, grabs your shoulders, and pushes you against the same table he was sitting on before.

You are completely surprised and don't quite know how to react at first. Tingles run down your spine again, but this time the tingles move between your thighs as well.

"Maybe you need someone to do just that for you?"

You can't believe it yourself, but you answer him breathlessly, "Maybe."

You hear him laugh softly.

"I knew it."

He had taken off his gear for the examination and is wearing only his blacks. The tight-fitting fabric can't hide as movement announces itself in his crotch and his length begins to swell as you look up at him, mesmerized.

He's standing so close to you, has your back pressed against the top of the exam table, so close together that you can feel his body heat.

"Let's turn the tables," he says softly in his raspy voice, "Sit on the table and be a good patient."

You hesitate, but only for a second or two. You comply with the request, heart pounding, cheeks heated, and a subliminal but steadily increasing tingle between your thighs.

"Do you want me to help you undress?" you hear him ask.

You know what he means, what he wants from you. Actually, you shouldn't do that, you both could get in a lot of trouble, lose your jobs, get demoted or worse. But oddly enough, you don't care, and he doesn't seem to either.

You nod because you're at a loss for words, but that's not enough for him.

"Tell me," he murmurs, and his face comes so close that your lips almost touch, but only almost.

"Undress me!", you press over your lips and the very next second, you feel his hands on you, undoing buttons and buckles and pulling garment after garment off your body.

He smirks and says, "Looks pretty healthy to me. But let's play it safe."

His hands wander over your body, in some places gliding ghostly over your skin, in others reaching out, groping, massaging, testing. You can't believe that you are sitting naked in front of him. Your gaze wanders down to see the definite bulge in his crotch, and he catches you as your eyes wander along the bulge in his blacks, examining.

"We'll deal with that soon enough" he says, lifting your chin with his fingers, so you face him again.

His lips touch yours, warmer and softer than you expected. His hand settles flat on your breastbone and pushes you back.

"Be a good patient and lie down. That's it. Legs apart, place your feet on the edge of the table. Perfect."

Your legs spread, you lie on the table, knees bent, offering him a flawless view of your pubic. One hand grips one of your thighs, the other rests gently on your belly and slowly moves down to the heated triangle between your legs.

As his long fingers curiously caress your damp folds, a soft, excited sigh escapes you.

"Looks very good, but we want to be thorough, don't we?"

His lips touch one of your thighs first, traveling lazily along it, tenderly to the heat of your center. You can feel his breath on your pussy.

"A taste test seems in order," you hear him say.

You know what's coming, and yet the touch of his lips on your pearl drives through your body like a shock. You flinch, but one of his hands presses you firmly to the table, so you don't slip away from him.

You hear him hum, make a noise like he's tasting his favorite dish, as your pearl is between his lips and tongue and begins to play with it. His lips suck on your sensitive pearl as the tip of his tongue applies pressure in circular motions.

You moan and whimper softly, feeling your pussy contract. Crosshair's free hand moves under his chin and to the opening of your slick walls, a finger penetrating between them.

He is far too good with his mouth, so good that your thighs soon tremble with aroused tension and the tingling continues to rise quickly and steadily to a climax. As a second finger slides into your pussy, you bite your hand to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape you.

Your walls tighten around his fingers. Crosshair tickles your clit with his tongue and lips to produce the most intense orgasm you've ever felt up to that point. The climax tingles every nerve ending, pulsing through your center and making waves to cloud your mind. Despite your hand between your teeth, your moan cannot be ignored.

Crosshair works you through the echo of your climax. For a moment, he lets go of you. His fingers slide out of your pussy and his mouth leaves your pearl. But right after, his tongue drives deep into your dripping wet cleft. Your moan almost equals a scream.

"Tastes good," he growls into your folds and licks you out like he's starving.

You shiver and twitch, the over-stimulation intense yet delightful. Crosshair keeps you pressed firmly to the table and drills his tongue between your wet folds again and again. When he finally lets go of you, you're a quivering, panting mess.

You dare a look at his face, see him wipe his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and the wry smirk on his lips.

"Now we get to the ultimate test".

Crosshair pulls down his Blacks, his hard length plopping out from behind them. Thick, long, veiny and pre-cum leaking.

He looks you right in the face as he guides his tip to your opening, finally penetrating you inch by inch. He fills you completely, stretching your little hole. Crosshair takes a deep, savoring breath.

"I'm going to enjoy this very much," he growls softly, "You have no idea how many times I've thought about doing just that to you."

You are surprised, never would you have expected him to ever desire you in this way, especially because he is always so silent.

As he begins to move inside you, every thought is wiped away. His hands have a grip on your hips, tight and demanding, as he very quickly thrusts into you more and more hungrily, splitting your pussy on his cock.

Crosshair closes his eyes for a moment and listens to your sighs, moans and whimpers. When he opens them again, he licks his lips, can still taste you on them.

"Good girl, such a good patient".

He takes you hard, but not brutally. He is always on the border between deliciously rough and pain, but he never crosses it. Your hand moves down between your thighs, your fingertips find your pearl and begin to rub it hungrily.

"Good," Crosshair gasps, "A patient who cooperates, I like that. Rub that sweet little thing, Kitten, I want to see you cum again".

It's like his voice is carrying you, your arousal peaks again. Your walls literally cling to his cock as your entire abdomen tightens in arousal.

"F-fuck," you hear him between clenched teeth, cursing softly.

While the echo of your orgasm still fades, his thrusts become erratic, his shaft throbbing in your cleft, and you feel him cum inside you.

Breathing heavily, you both pause for a brief moment. When he finally pulls his softening cock out of you, you feel his seed running down your thighs. Crosshair grabs some sterile wipes and carefully wipes away the mess he left on you.

Afterward, as your eyes meet, and he's getting dressed again, he says, "So, you think I'm fit for duty?"

You nod.

"Very."

He smirks, finally puts a toothpick between his lips, and comes closer to the table once again just as you are putting your pants back on.

"We should do intense exams like this more often," he teases, tracing a finger under your chin.

You hold perfectly still for a moment until his finger loses contact with your skin again.

"Maybe we should start a weekly routine checkup. Just in case," you suggest.

Crosshair rolls the toothpick from the right corner of his mouth to the left and finally says, "If it doesn't get in the way of my suitability for duty, I'll be only too happy to be your patient"

With a shy little smile, you say, "I'll handle it."

Crosshair nods, takes his toothpick out of his mouth for a moment, kisses your temple, then puts on his helmet and says as he leaves the med bay, "See you next week then."

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just you and me - crosshair

Request: nope Pairing: crosshair x reader Summary: after crosshair flees the empire, he goes to the one place he thinks would be somewhat safe Warnings: spoilers for the bad batch s2e12!! language, angst, sadness, mentions of death Word count: 2.2KA/N: this weeks episode??? god damn that was good !! anyways someone needs to hug crosshair and I needed to write this, enjoy!

everything seems to be blurred together in a haze. for some reason, crosshair can't remember how he got away. he remembers bits and pieces of that night, but he feels like there's some details missing.

he remembers mayday. he remembers going into the caves with him, finding the raiders and fighting them. he remembers how he caused an explosion with a well aimed shot, getting rid of the raiders but also causing an avalanche.

crosshair remembers being buried in snow and then managing to pull himself out of it. he remembers struggling through the snow and pulling mayday out as well.

he fought to take mayday back to the outpost, so he could get help.

but upon arriving there, and telling the lieutenant that mayday needed a medic, the lieutenant turned him down. said they were both expendable. that crosshair needed to get back to work.

and something in crosshair snapped. the empire would always see them like that: expendable. merely tools in their big galaxy. nothing more than a number. no matter how many missions he completed, or how good he was at following orders.

in less than two seconds, crosshair had raised his blaster and shot the lieutenant in the chest. he hadn't thought much about the consequences. sure, he knew they probably wouldn't let him live after that.

but when he woke up in what seemed to be a medical facility, he realised they must have found some use for him. but he didn't intent to wait to find out exactly what that would be. he bolted.

but it's hard to navigate the galaxy when you don't have any resources. no food, clothes, money, ship. luckily crosshair has some skills when it comes to sneaking around.

he managed to sneak aboard a shuttle that took him as far away as ord mantell. that was all he really needed. the thought of going back to ord mantell was enough to keep him going.

even though he was exhausted, he managed to get to the planet without much trouble, and continued his journey on foot from the docks where the shuttle landed.

when a familiar building appears in the distance, crosshair feels such gratitude he'd be willing to drop to his knees right there in the middle of the street.

but he forces himself to keep going. he has no idea if he's even welcome, but it's all he's got right now. he has to give it a shot.

he stops in front of the door. all the lights are off. then again, it was late. he raises his hand to buzz the door.

no answer.

he buzzes again.

still no answer.

crosshair considers leaving and coming back tomorrow, at a decent time. but then he hears a voice.

'we're closed!'

he never thought he'd hear that voice again. apparently, you stuck around on ord mantell. even though you'd complained about it many times. he knew deep down you wouldn't leave this planet. you'd been here for so many years. you couldn't bear the thought of leaving and starting a shop from scratch, of settling down somewhere else.

crosshair buzzes again, to let you know he's still here.

'I said we're closed!' comes your voice from inside the building. 'shop opens again tomorrow at 8!'

just as crosshair wants to buzz the door again, it opens slightly.

'look, I said we're- crosshair?'

crosshair smiles slightly at the sight of you, and the sound of you saying his name. then he all but collapses into your arms. he faintly hears you calling his name before blacking out.

you stumble beneath his weight. you look outside, checking to see if no one noticed. the street is empty, so you awkwardly haul crosshair inside and lock the door.

it takes you a while to get crosshair to your bedroom, and you struggle even more with getting him on the bed. when you've finally succeeded in laying him down, you take in the sight of him.

he's still in his armour, but he seems to have lost his helmet. his rifle that was slung over his back is still in the hallway. you reach out and lay your hand on his cheek, which feels cold.

he must have been in quite the shape, but he still managed to get to your shop. you wonder why he's here. and how he got away from the empire. the last time you saw him, he was still with his brothers. you're still in contact with the rest of the bad batch, but you know they don't speak to crosshair anymore.

you have so many questions you want to ask him. but right now, you can tell he needs sleep. and possibly a decent meal as well.

you move closer to the bed and start to take off his armour, piece by piece. it's easy to remember how to do it. you used to do it a lot when he was still with his brothers. he would seek you out and you'd comfort him. crosshair would put up this defensive shield, but the more time he spent with you, the faster he would drop that shield whenever he was around you.

and you had enjoyed taking off his armour and just sitting with him, sharing a meal, watching a holo movie or just talking. most of the times, just being in each other's presence was enough to comfort the both of you.

when you finish taking off his armour and placing it on the small desk in your bedroom, you pull the blankets out from underneath him and tuck him in.

you hesitate briefly. then you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead.

'goodnight, crosshair.' you say.

it's hours later when crosshair wakes, and his head feels heavy. the light coming from the window is too bright, it hurts his eyes. he rolls over to his other side, and notices he isn't wearing any of his armour, just his blacks. he doesn't remember taking it off.

as he lays there, he thinks back to last night, trying to figure out how he got wherever he is right now.

he remembers being on a shuttle, getting to a planet. a familiar planet, where he thought he'd be safe. crosshair tries to remember what planet he'd feel safe. he can't think of any.

his head is throbbing. probably from his lack of sleep and food.

suddenly, he frowns. whose bed is he in? it's way nicer than any bed he's had in months. he opens his eyes despite the bright light, and sees his armour placed neatly on a desk. crosshair blinks a few times. he remembers that desk. and the sheets that cover his body.

so that's where he is. ord mantell. specifically, your place. why on earth would you let him in?

he slowly pushes himself up to a sitting position, rubbing his eyes. he needed to find something to get rid of that headache. he looks around the room, but you're not there.

crosshair gets up and walks to the doorway. he pokes his head around the corner and his eyes fall upon the familiar living room and kitchen of your small apartment.

'look who's finally up.' comes your voice from somewhere in the kitchen.

crosshair hesitantly walks towards the kitchen. you're rummaging around in there, getting out two cups. you pour caf in them and slide one of them over to crosshair.

you see him hesitate again.

'don't worry, it's not poisoned.' you say, chuckling.

you take your cup and walk over to sit at the table. crosshair takes his cup and sits down as well.

'you let me in.' he observes.

'I did.' you say.

'what if it was an ambush?'

'it wasn't an ambush.'

'but if it was?'

'if it was an ambush, you were pretty fucking convincing on the whole "passing out" thing.'

crosshair looks at you. he's so confused. 'why did you let me in?' he says.

'why wouldn't I?' you say.

'if it wasn't an ambush, I could have used you to find my brothers. or the girl, omega. I could have taken you with me to the empire. I could have just shot you right there. I could have done all of those things.' says crosshair. 'why did you let me in?'

'because it's you, cross.' you say.

there's something about you calling him cross that awakens something in crosshair. he remembers all those months spent together, before order 66 happened and he and his brothers went their separate ways.

the two of you are silent as you drink your caf. you've got thousands of questions you want to ask him. but you can tell he's been through a lot, so you let him finish his caf in silence.

after a while, you speak up.

'are you okay?'

it's such a simple question. yet no one has asked crosshair if he was okay for so long. he looks up at you, and sees the genuine worry in your eyes.

slowly, he shakes his head. you see his hand trembles as he grips his cup tighter. you reach out to him and gently take the cup out of his hand. you hold his hand in yours and look at him again.

'it's alright, crosshair. it's just you and me, no one else.' you say.

within the walls of your small apartment, crosshair lets his shield down and buries his head in your shoulder.

you hold him tighter and whisper soft words to him. crosshair squeezes his eyes shut, fighting the tears. but eventually they fall. his body shakes as you rub circles on his back.

'let it out, crosshair.' you say. 'there's no one here who will judge you.'

and so he does. he lets it all out. his grief over losing his brothers, his fear that he might have made the wrong choice and caused so many people harm, the regret that he continued to work for the empire for so long, and that it had taken him way too long to find his way back to you.

after a while, crosshair's body has stopped shaking. you pull away slightly to cup his face. he closes his eyes, and you know he doesn't want you to see his tears.

'crosshair.' you say softy. 'look at me.'

he does as you say. you smile at him.

'you don't ever have to go back to the empire again.' you say. 'I've learned how to stay off the empire's radar. I can help you. will you let me help you?'

crosshair nods, then lets his head fall to your shoulder again.

for a while, the two of you just sit there like that. you know crosshair needs this. you still have so many questions you want to ask him, but it can wait.

then crosshair mumbles something into your shoulder.

'what was that?' you say.

'he didn't even save mayday.' says crosshair.

'who's mayday?' you say.

'a clone commander. he was stationed at the outpost. I got him out of the snow and back to the outpost. I said the lieutenant needed to get a medic but he wouldn't. he wouldn't even get a fucking medic. said we were expandable.'

'shit, cross, I'm so sorry. none of you are expandable.'

'yeah, well, the empire doesn't give a shit about that.'

crosshair pulls away from you and wipes away his tears. 'are you still in contact with the others?'

'your brothers?' you say. 'occasionally. mostly when they need parts for the marauder. sometimes omega swings by when they're at cid's.'

'don't tell them I'm here.' say crosshair.

'you don't want them to know you're here?' you say.

crosshair shakes his head.

'alright. then I won't tell them. it'll just be you and me.' you say.

'I don't deserve you.' mumbles crosshair. 'I don't deserve any of this.'

you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead. 'yes, crosshair, you do.' you say. 'we all make mistakes. but in the end, you made the right decision. and you did that all by yourself. I'm proud of you for that.'

you pull him in for a hug, holding him close. 'I'm sorry you couldn't save mayday.' you say.

'I don't know what to do.' says crosshair softly.

you heart breaks at the sound of his voice. ever since you'd met crosshair. he was always the quiet one out of the brothers. never saying a lot, keeping his distance. it took a while for him to warm up to you. you know he's convinces he can do everything on his own. he doesn't really ask for help. the least you can do now, is help him in any way you can.

'we'll figure it out, crosshair.' you say. 'you can stay here as long as you'd like. we'll find a solution together. I'm just glad to have you back. I won't tell your brothers, or any of the others here on ord mantell. it'll just be the two of us. we'll figure this out, I promise.'

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

[thrawns-babygirl]

could i request “crosshair walking in on the middle of reader getting off” please? also fem!reader if possible if not no worries❤️

One of my favorite smut tropes anon <3 I'm kinda on the fence with how i feel about this one but I hope you enjoy! As always Likes and Reblogs keep me going.

Rating: E Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, Oral (F!Receiving), Unprotected PiV, creampie Word Count: 1531

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You finally got some alone time. Finally, after rotation after rotation you were alone in the Marauder while the Batch went out on a supply run. You know for a fact it was not necessary for each and every member to go, but after being cooped up together for maker knows how long tensions were running high and some time outdoors was exactly what the Batch needed.

You checked the readouts in the cockpit that Tech had asked you to keep and eye on, you counted the rations and sent the numbers over to Echo and Hunter, you even washed a set of everyone’s blacks so they had clean clothes to return to and now you were finally free to relax.

Walking over to your bunk, you start to wonder… what do you actually want to do? It’s been so long since you’ve had some alone time you’re at a bit of a loss for how you want to spend said time.

Gazing around the bunk room you take in each member’s small personal space. Tech’s equations and scribbles on the wall next to his bunk, Wrecker’s unmade bed, Hunter’s trademark bandana is loosely shoved under his pillow and Crosshair’s bunk is perfectly made. You get along well with almost the whole batch, and working with them has been a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy rules and regulations you were used to in your old Venator. The only member that you had a somewhat… tumultuous relationship with was Crosshair.

There was a lot of silence when you first joined, followed by a lot of scathing remarks, followed by playfully teasing remarks, that all cumulated in somewhat flirtatious banter between the two of you. You can’t really say it’s unwelcome banter either, out of the entire Batch, Crosshair is 100% your ‘type’. Witty, snarky, smart, competent and very very handsome.

Your thoughts continue to wander as you gaze over at his bunk, after working with the batch for what almost 100 standard rotations now? You still have never seen what he looks like under his blacks. The other’s have had no issue leaving the refresher in nothing but a towel, or the one unfortunate time Wrecker forgot there was a woman on board and walked out stark naked, but Crosshair? You’ve never even seen his arms let alone his chest or legs, regardless of how much you’d like to.

You look at the chrono and realise no one should be back for at least the next 2 standard hours, more than enough time to let your thoughts run a little wild while you make the most of your ‘alone time’.

You remove the bottoms of your civvies and hop onto your bunk. Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts travel to the stoic sniper and his long fingers, wondering what it would feel like if he was the one rubbing circles over your clit instead of you, how his hands would feel wrapped around your waist as he pounded you into the mattress, what his voice would sound like as he whispered filthy things into your ear.

You slip one finger then a second inside your entrance as your other hand continues rubbing small tight circles on your clit. Small whimpers and moans of his name leave your lips, your minds eye conjuring up lewd scenarios of Crosshair on his knees before you, face buried between your legs telling you how sweet you taste telling you how-

“Am I interrupting something doll?” your eyes open and standing before you with the most self-satisfied smirk you have ever seen is the object of your desires. You close your legs and scramble to get under your blanket.

“C-Cross… I-” you stutter trying to get your breathing under control.

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account, the way you were saying my name was much prettier before” he makes his way over to the bunk directly across from yours. Taking a seat he removes his codpiece and the lower parts of his armour before pulling down his blacks enough to reveal his half hard cock.

He sits there, stroking himself lazily his eyes locked with yours as you slowly remove the blanket covering your lower half. Turning to face him you realise that if he didn’t want you this wouldn’t be happening, so you throw caution to the wind and sit on the bed fully facing him, legs spread putting yourself on display for the man in front of you.

Crosshair lets out a low whistle as he watches you play with your clit with one hand, your other hand reaching up under your shirt to fondle your breasts as you let out a low moan. The hand around his length speeds up as he lets out low grunts and groans, eyes trailing down your body to where your hand was working your own arousal.

“What were you thinking about Mesh’la?” he asks bringing his eyes back up to yours.

“You” you answer simply as you speed up the tight circles on your clit, throwing your head back and letting out another moan.

“I know that princess, I want you to be more specific, what about me?” he stands up off the bunk and walks towards you, still pumping himself as he approaches you.

“Your mouth… and Ah- your cock” you move the hand down from beneath your shirt and bring one finger to your opening before slipping inside your slick walls.

“Kark doll, what about them?” he’s so close to you now, you can see the precum beginning to leak out of the tip of his hard length, hear his stuttering breaths as he watches you.

“I was thinking about you… eating me out… before bending me over and fucking me… making me scream your name” you close your eyes and before you can continue a loud moan erupts from your chest as Crosshair moves your hands away from you, gets to his knees and licks a long stripe up your entrance before circling your clit and letting out a low groan.

“You taste… so sweet Mesh’la…” he mumbles against your heat as he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub and sucks. You threat your fingers through his short hair and pull him closer to you as he continues lapping at your slick entrance. You had already worked yourself up so much that it doesn’t take long for the clone’s talented tongue to rip a powerful orgasm from your body. He doesn’t let up, his mouth working you through your peak until you have to pull him away from your oversensitive body.

“On the bed doll” he grunts as he removes the bottom half of his blacks. You get on all fours as he slides into the bunk behind you, ducking his head so he doesn’t smack it on the bunk above yours. He stays behind you for a moment, simply admiring the mess he had made of you, your slick glistening in the light of the Marauder.

He grabs your hip with one hand, and uses the other to line himself up with your entrance. He rubs his length along your folds a few times before slowly inching himself inside you, letting out a sinful groan at the feeling of your tight heat engulfing him. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he starts quickly thrusting into you, settling both of his hands on your hips in a bruising grip.

“Kriff Mesh’la you’re so karking tight- I’m not gonna last long” he pants out at you, the bunk beneath you creaking slightly at his furious pace. You’re reduced to a whimpering mess beneath him, head falling onto your pillow as you moan and whine. This was better than you could have possibly imagined, the head of his cock was reaching that spot inside you that made you cry out, the sounds muffled by your pillows.

He reaches a hand around to tease your already oversensitive clit. The friction on your bundle of nerves combined with the way his length was pounding in and out of you was enough to send you over the edge again your muscles spasming and clenching around him as an almost pornographic moan of his name was ripped from your lungs.

“W-where” he asks as his pace begins to faulter.

“Inside… its safe” he lets out a groan and thrust one, two, three more times before he releases inside of you, cock throbbing as he spurts ropes of hot cum inside your walls.

You’re both quiet for a moment, panting before he slowly pulls out of you, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. You can feel his spend leaking down your thighs as he does before your tired limbs give out and you lay flat on your bunk. He chuckles, placing a toothpick in his mouth.

“Well, I just came back to have a shower before the others came back and used all the hot water… wanna join?” he looks over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Sure” you give him a tired smile, watching as he begins to shed the top half of his armour as he walks towards the refresher.

@where-is-my-mind-tho

@starborncyare

[cc--2224]

Second Impressions

Pairing: Crosshair x GN! Reader

Summary: You expected the worst when the Bad Batch were assigned to be your bodyguards, but first impressions aren't always everything. It doesn't take long for you to get close to them, well, most of them.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, mentions of broken bones/injuries

Notes: Can be seen as platonic or romantic, however you'd like! Also, softer than normal Crosshair because I'm into that

Word Count: ~2.5k

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

Read on AO3

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You didn't have a chance to react to the nearby explosion before you felt something collide with you. It felt like durasteel barreling into you, you felt a sharp pain and then a weight on top of you before it went quiet. Your eyes were glued shut, fearing what you might see if you opened them.

It was supposed to be a normal day, or at least as normal as it could be. You had been traveling with Clone Force 99 on a series of expeditions, with them acting as somewhat of your bodyguards while you conducted your research on different planets. 

They hadn't really been keen on the assignment at the start, deeming it "too boring to just go around looking at plants" and "not a job worthy of their skills" as you had heard them say. In all fairness, you weren't sold on the idea either, but your protests had fallen on deaf ears. The war had become too dangerous for you to venture out on your own, and nearly every other unit was too preoccupied fighting that war to assist you. 

As your research continued, however, you got used to them, even growing to like them. They were much different than any other clones you had worked with, each of them had enhanced abilities, and incredibly different personalities. Over time, you had begun to consider them your friends. 

Wrecker became willing to help you with the heavy lifting that your job entailed, bringing the larger samples you had to gather back to the ship. Hunter's astute senses started to come in handy when you were tasked to locate rare vegetation that no one seemed to be able to pinpoint the location of. Tech was always okay with having his brain picked whenever you had questions or needed someone to bounce ideas off of. And then there was Crosshair. His sharp eyes, always watching from a distance, never getting too close to you. His tongue was just as sharp as his eye, and the few times he did speak to you, it was never to exchange pleasantries or words of comfort. You were positive that if the others had considered you a friend, Crosshair most certainly did not. 

Your first impression of him left much to be desired, as much as you tried to befriend him.

You learned early on that it was best to let him do his own thing, although there was a part of you that was almost upset by that. You had heard him on more than one occasion joking with the others, and you had tried to use that as an opportunity to speak to him, figuring the other times he was just in a bad mood and now it had been lifted, but when you'd open your mouth, he would close back up. You wished that you could have gotten to know him as well as you had his brothers, but his boundaries were set and you did your best to respect them.

When your research brought you to Felucia, you were slightly apprehensive to go there. You had heard of recent skirmishes between the Republic forces and the Separatists, but decided you would be far enough away from any outposts to get in and out without issue. 

The ship landed about a klick away from the co-ordinates your supervisor had sent you, and when you exited the ship, the dense forest seemed empty. Feeling a false sense of security, you insisted on going to find the fungi you were sampling on your own. The others didn't see any problem with that, so they accepted the idea, but only if you remembered to comm them if there was danger. Their terms seemed reasonable enough, so you agreed and made your way into the forest.

You hadn't been gone long before there was unrest in the Marauder.

"Was it really a wise decision to let them go on their own?" Crosshair asked with his teeth grinding against a toothpick. 

"They'll be fine, there's hardly ever any conflict around here, and definitely not this deep in the forest." Hunter tried, unsuccessfully, to reassure him. 

"If you are so worried about their wellbeing, why did you not go with them?" Tech glanced over at him before looking back to the control panel he had begun fiddling with.

"Yeah, Cross, you like them or something?" Wrecker joined in with more of a teasing tone than his brothers had.

Crosshair simply scowled at all of them in reply before standing from his chair. 

"I'm going to take a look around."

No one said anything else while he made his way outside, but they each exchanged their own secret looks.

His eyes scanned the area, but found no trace of you aside from your footprints in the mud, and thankfully no sign of any danger. But just as he was about to walk to the other side of the ship, he heard the sound of distant blaster fire coming from the direction in which you had taken off. 

Without thinking, he started off into the forest, following your footprints as best as he could. Through the trees, he could see a tank crushing the trees in its path and a patrol of droids following it.

"Kriff." He muttered under his breath as he tried to find your trail again. 

You had gotten lost in your work, you didn't really know where you were relative to any occupied villages on the planet, and you didn't know how long it was taking you to retrieve the samples you were instructed to obtain. Until you had heard blaster fire, you weren't even aware there could be anyone this far out. It sounded far away, so you thought you could finish what you were doing before going back to the ship. The return fire sounded much closer, and this worried you. You sighed and reached for your blaster in case things went awry, but found the holster empty.

This seemed like the kind of danger the others would have expected you to comm about, and just as you were bringing your commlink up to speak, you saw a flash coming toward you, and that's when you felt something colliding with you.

It was dark.

Death? Is that what this was? 

No, your eyes were closed, that's why it was dark. Death wouldn't hurt this much. You were suddenly very aware of a pain radiating from your side into your chest.

But you couldn't find the will to open your eyes, when you did eventually try, your vision was blurry and you were forced to shut them again.

You felt a weight on top of you, halting your movement and shallowing your breath. The nearby conflict you heard, and now the ringing in your ears meant there must have been some kind of explosion. You tried to piece together what just happened, but with limited movement and blurred vision, that task was proving difficult. You must have been lucky enough to miss the explosion, but unlucky enough to be in the range of flying debris, and you couldn't bring your comm up to call for help.

You figured that if death didn't find you already, it soon would.

As you resigned yourself to your fate, you heard a muffled voice, it didn't sound like a battle, it just sounded like one almost desperate voice, you thought you heard it say your name but you couldn't be sure. 

The weight lifted from your chest and you heard the muted sounds of blaster fire before it was silent again. In the silence, you felt your head being lifted slowly from the ground, almost like you were being cradled.

"Please..." The voice returned, becoming more clear. "Wake up." 

Your eyebrows furrowed and a groan sounded from your throat. Slowly, your eyes opened, you had to blink a couple times before you could clearly see the figure holding you.

"Cross..hair?" 

He sighed in relief. "You're okay."

"Y-Yeah but.. what happened?" You tried to sit up on your own, but his hand was still firm on your back, stabilizing you. You felt the sharp pain in your side and your chest more furiously as you breathed in, and you winced in response. "I feel like I was hit by a railspeeder." 

"No, luckily just plastoid." He looked over you, trying to assess any injuries, but he almost looked guilty when he met your eye. "...Sorry." 

You looked at him with a confused expression.

"There was a clanker patrol in the area, must have been targeting a nearby village, but a tank fired this way. I tackled you out of the way, I guess doing so injured you."

You looked down at his chestplate, and pieced together that the impact you felt, as well as the weight on top of you, it had been him. 

"Can you stand?" He asked, standing up slowly and offering you a hand to help you up.

You took it but when you tried standing, the pain you felt in your side became worse, shooting in different directions across your torso and bringing tears to your eyes. 

He stopped trying to help you up and in a swift movement, he carefully scooped you off the ground. 

"We'll take a look at that when we get back to the ship." He said and started walking back.

It took a few moments to feel comfortable, both with your injuries and with his demeanour. He had never expressed interest in being near you, and now he was willingly carrying you back to the ship.

As if he could feel your stare, his eyes darted over to meet yours. "What is it?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You asked quietly, still looking at his face intently, like you were trying to draw out his usual annoyed expression.

"What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean... you never even talk to me. And now you apparently saved my life."

He looked ahead with a stern expression. 

"We were hired as your bodyguards." He reminded you.

"I didn't even know you were there."

"I was wor- …I disagreed that it was safe for you to go out by yourself, and then I heard the blasters, so I came to find you." He paused, considering your earlier words and how he acted toward you prior to this.

In truth, he had seen how close you had gotten to Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech and he didn't feel you had a place for him. He tried to be content to watch from afar as he always had, it was what he was made for after all. Keeping his distance was his role in every mission they took, and he was certain this mission would be no different. But watching from afar, observing the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your research, your smile that grew when you'd talk to his brothers, everything about your interactions with them planted a bitter, jealous seed inside of him. Knowing they could talk to you so freely, that they could draw those smiles from you, a smile that he wished he could see up close. And knowing that he could too, if he hadn't pushed you away anytime you tried to get near him. He was petulant in the way he craved your affection, while also refusing to get close to you, to let you in, but he'd never admit that to himself much less to you.

"As for not talking to you," He continued, "I'm just… not talkative."

"You're talking now." You countered, and you were met with a slight smirk. "I always assumed you just hated me or something."

He didn't answer for a long time after that. You were nearly at the Marauder when he finally spoke again.

"I never hated you. It just takes time for me to get used to people. I like you." His eyes widened just slightly enough that you notice. "I mean, I like having you around."

You could feel yourself blushing. You tried shifting to bring your face closer to his, but you were unable to without causing yourself more pain. He noticed your movement and stopped for a moment so you could readjust yourself in his arms.

"Crosshair, can you.. come closer for a second." 

He glanced down at you before obliging, bringing his head down so he was level with you. You slowly moved your head toward his and kissed his cheek. 

"Thank you… for saving me."

He snapped his head back and you smiled slightly when you saw the tips of his ears reddening. He didn't say anything, but he gave you an acknowledging nod.

When you finally returned to the ship, Crosshair laid you down gently on your bunk as your injuries were scanned and treated as best as they could be, unfortunately bacta patches wouldn't do much for broken ribs, but bedrest would.

Crosshair kept you company as much as he could while you healed. His visits were often silent, there were many times where he just stood and watched over you. It was awkward at first, but you started to understand that was how he'd feel he was keeping you safe. Although, sometimes he would attempt to get to know you, he's sit at the end of your bunk asking you questions about your research. A topic that would always send you into a verbal frenzy for which he wouldn't accept any apology. On occasion he would also allow you to ask him questions about himself, but there was never any consistency to how much or how little he would tell you. You knew he was trying to open up to you in his own way, and this led you to reconsider how you first felt about him. You wished you hadn't jumped to conclusions about him, but at the same time you were glad that he was willingly opening himself up to you rather than you breaking a boundary by mistake. You began to feel closer to him the more time you spent with him, and you slowly began to understand that he considered you a friend long before the events on Felucia, even though he never made it clear. 

Everything about him felt different now. His discerning eye always watching, somehow always being able to read you with ease regardless of what you did and didn't tell him. His sharp wit always countering your own. You learned that he was never one to exchange pleasantries or offer words of comfort, but you didn't hold it against him as you once had. Even after you had healed, he was more open to speaking with you, when you heard him joking with his brothers, he no longer closed himself off when you approached. Instead, he'd usually make a small joke at your expense. 

Your second impression of Crosshair was much better than the first, now that you understood him more than you thought you had early on.

While you hoped you wouldn't have to deal with a couple broken ribs and bedrest again any time soon, it wasn't the worst thing to happen to you. Although getting even closer to Crosshair without having to go through all of that again would be much more ideal.

[crosshairlovebot]

unspoken confessions / crosshair x gn!reader

pairing: crosshair x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.

description: you and crosshair are already close, what’s a little closer?

word count: 7,435

warnings: making out -- lots and lots of kissing really. mostly fluff with some light angst (if you squint).

it took me a while to love this piece -- and i mean like actually like over a month. i was very close to just scrapping the whole thing bc something wasn’t working. so i’m really happy i pushed through and got it to a place where i’m happy and proud of it <3

also posted this on ao3. some of you may have already read it on there sorry i’m posting this a few days late. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated <3

The Marauder sat in an Alderaanian landing bay as the Batch stopped to repair, refuel and replenish supplies after their last recon mission. And you and Crosshair were still arguing about the outcome of your ongoing contest.

Confined to the cockpit on Tech’s instruction while he patched up the hull from droid blaster shots, both of you were in the pilot seats. Crosshair’s feet were kicked up on the control panel, toothpick dangling from his lips with his arms crossed. You sat to his right; the chair turned to face his profile as you sat cross-legged.

“The headshot on that droid was Tech’s, not yours,” Crosshair shook his head, moving the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.

“I’m telling you; it was mine,” you leaned back in your seat and propped up your feet in Crosshair’s lap looking at him with a smirk. “What good are those enhanced eyes if you can’t see me when I beat you?”

“You didn’t beat me, sarad,” Crosshair shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips as he pushed your feet off his lap playfully. “Just admit you lost.”

You placed your feet on the ground as your heartbeat quickened at the nickname. Flower, Tech had told you when you asked him while Crosshair was off with Hunter. He didn’t know you knew what it meant, and upon finding out the meaning, it had sent you into a spiral.

Half a cycle ago, you joined Clone Force 99 as a medic and additional field operative. Hired by the Kaminoans on behalf of the Republic, you had joined them on their missions to ensure they followed all the rules and regulations of the GAR and provide them with medical support and the odd assistance on missions.

But you quickly found that it was futile to try and mould the squad to the strict standards of the Kaminoans and have since just tried to make sure they stayed alive and breathing. You harped on them to complete their post-mission reports on time though, so it at least looked like you were doing your job.

You had warmed up to the Batch fairly quickly. They were a little apprehensive about having a nat-born join them, but you soon won them over.

All but one.

Crosshair’s demeanour was particularly hard to crack. His tall stature and hard eyes that observed everything were imposing and intimidating to you, and he was not particularly open to conversation.

The other members of the Batch assured you that it would just take time for him to warm up to you. So, you gave him the space to get to know you through your interactions with the others, before deciding for himself that he wanted those interactions too.

You did your best to ignore the feel of his eyes on you as you spoke to Tech about some data analysis, patched up Hunter after a mission, or joked with Wrecker. But sometimes, your eyes could not help but slide to the sniper, his gaze locked on you. You had tried not to blush, but his discerning nature did not hide how handsome he was.

Even when he intimidated you, you were still drawn to him and those brown all-seeing eyes of his. He kept his true personality guarded; reserved only for those closest to him, those he trusted.

Over those first few weeks, you had observed his stubbornness, but also his to-a-fault loyalty. He was severe, but he was also kinder than he let himself believe. He was considerate of others and their space. He was honest, intelligent, and passionate – he just kept it all under lock and key. It was hidden between words and in the shadows of his actions. Subdued and only visible to those who knew him well enough to spot them, or brave enough to look for them.

And you were.

The first time you saw his softness was when Hunter called you up for your first in-field drop.  

Though you were trained extensively, you were still nervous going out there. You weren’t bred for war the way clones were. Shooting droids with training blasters in a simulation was one thing, shooting them in a real battle was another.

Your knee had been bouncing as the Marauder flew into Felucia, affirmations running through your mind to remind you of your capabilities. The grey-haired marksman had noticed and nudged his foot against your calf. You stopped and looked up at his discerning gaze, surprised he was talking to you and ready to be met with a snarky remark similar to what you’d seen him give his brothers. But instead, he said:

“Take a breath. You’ll be fine.”

You had blinked up at him, a little shocked. It had still been early in your days with them, and he’d barely spoken several words to you and yet…here he was, looking down at you with faith around his eyes. His encouragement was unexpected but needed, and he seemed to know that. He was awfully perceptive, as you’d come to realise.

Those moments of his were not for the eyes of outsiders, those moments were confined to those he trusted, those he liked.

And maybe that was when your feelings towards him had shifted; changed.

You watched him now, his head leaning back on the seat with his eyes closed, his feet still propped up and his arms still crossed. It was a natural position for him – he wasn’t even doing anything and still, your stomach flipped over.

You wouldn’t admit it to him because he would tease you mercilessly, but he was your best friend. You loved spending time with him, and he was the first person you sought out when you needed to talk to someone or just wanted to show him a silly tooka holo on your datapad.

And it was why your growing feelings for him had been hard to grapple with.

You’d been harbouring a crush on him, slowly falling for him with every conversation, and the ‘flower’ revelation had only caused the falling to tumble harder, and keep you awake wondering what it meant that he called you that.

But you didn’t want to jeopardise your friendship by asking or confessing anything, nor create a work environment that was so unbearably uncomfortable for not just the two of you, but for his brothers as well.

So, you would take a leaf from his book, and keep all those feelings hidden, hoping those enhanced eyes didn’t see them; pretending you weren’t dreaming of those brown eyes and those strong hands holding you each night, that you didn’t think about what it would be like to kiss the smirk off his lips when he teased you.

You scoffed at his claim of you losing. “I won’t admit to losing because I didn’t.” You stood up. “I’m going to ask Tech for the recording, and then you’ll see.”

Your footsteps echoed as you jogged your way outside to where Tech was working on the hull. Both Hunter and Wrecker had gone off to gather some extra supplies to tie the squad over until they made it back to Kamino next week.

“Tech!” you called out as you spotted him.

He stopped welding a capacitor and looked at you. “What is it?”

“Can I look at your goggle recordings?”

He frowned. “Whatever for?”

“They want to see me beat them with the droid count on that mission,” Crosshair interrupted, coming down the gangplank and sitting into his hip as he stood next to it with that stupid smirk on his face.

The informal contest between you had started back on that first mission of yours. The mission had been a success, and despite your initial nerves, you’d survived and managed to take down a hoard of battle droids without so much as a scratch.

You’d felt good, biting back a smile as you walked back to the ship with the squad, a small skip in your step. Crosshair walked past you with his long legs and helmet in hand, and as he did, asked how many droids you’d shot down.

You had stuttered, surprised by his question. “Um, I don’t know. I wasn’t counting.”

Crosshair had just turned and shrugged; the corner of his mouth upturned and adorned with a toothpick. “Shame. I shot 89.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, as he turned away and kept walking. The next mission you accompanied them on a few weeks later, you made sure to count.

“56 droids,” you’d told him as you fell into step with him on the way back to the ship.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow at first before he smirked down at you. “Pitiful. Try 127.”

You had huffed and rolled your eyes, continuing to walk with him to the ship, your heart beating a little bit faster. That’s how the contest, and your friendship, had started.

Though he already had an ongoing competition with Wrecker, this rivalry that he had initiated with you made you both grow closer and more comfortable with each other. It opened up the opportunity for conversations that you had been too apprehensive to initiate initially.

It had established a playfulness; shared looks and inside jokes that only you and he laughed at. Those tentative conversations ceased to exist and instead, you could find him at any time and sit by him and fall into a rant about how Wrecker ate all the rations you set aside, and he would listen, toothpick in his mouth as he cleaned his rifle.

The stupid little contest had been the catalyst for your friendship and stoked the ongoing flame that was your undeniable crush on Crosshair.

You rolled your eyes at Crosshair’s interruption, sending him a playful glare before turning back to Tech. “I need to verify that it was, in fact, me who headshot that droid, and not you.”

Tech unhooked the datapad from his belt and began pressing buttons, speaking without looking at you. “I’m not sure why since that shot was indeed yours.”

You crossed your arms, looking back at Crosshair pointedly as you replied. “Crosshair doesn’t believe me; he needs physical proof.”

The corner of Crosshair’s mouth twitched as Tech pulled up the file of his recordings and scrolled to the correct video. He handed you the datapad. “I believe this will prove you won.”

You took it from him gratefully and Crosshair moved closer to you, so he was looking over your shoulder, his body brushing yours. His chest gently grazed your shoulder, and he made no effort to move or adjust his position. These kinds of innocent gestures of his lit your whole body on fire.

It took everything in you to not focus on how close he was as you watched the footage of the mission. You watched as it showed Tech taking out droids, Hunter and Wrecker running ahead of him. You could hear your voice as you called out to Hunter, asking if Crosshair was on the ridge. You got your answer when a shot came from the left, taking out a battle droid in the chest.

You heard Crosshair let out a puff of breath, indicating his pride at the shot. It tickled the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that moved through your body. You blushed and were glad you couldn’t see his reaction as the footage kept playing.

The footage swung to you as you shot three droids in a row, the last in the sequence was an unmistakable headshot that clearly came from your blaster, not Tech’s.

“Ha!” you exclaimed holding up the datapad in Crosshair’s face. “See! I told you!”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, taking the toothpick from his mouth and pointing it at the datapad. “Play it again.”

You grinned. “Of course, Cross. Make sure those enhanced eyes take in every detail of my beating you.”

Crosshair nudged you, frowning still despite the way his lip curled as you rewound the footage, playing it again. When it still showed your headshot, Crosshair huffed and started walking back up the gangplank and into the Marauder.

You laughed and handed the datapad back to Tech, thanking him before running after Crosshair, climbing up the steps two at a time into the ship. “I told you that was me! That puts my total at 131, and yours at 130. I win!”

Crosshair resumed his seat and crossed his arms, placing the toothpick in between his lips. “That doesn’t prove anything.”

You gaped at him. “What do you mean? It’s on record. I bet you, Cross! Me! Bet you!”

Crosshair shook his head as you danced around. You had never won the contest before. You’d come close a couple of times, but he’d always managed to edge past you. So, you were going to celebrate this win; rub it in his face for as long as you could.

You laughed to yourself and wiggled your hands in his face. He swatted your hands away with an amused look, but he looked a little proud of you too. “Gloat all you want, sarad. I’m still a better shot, mine are more accurate.”

You grinned, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks. You moved to stand over him, your hands on your hips. “Keep telling yourself that, Cross.” You don’t know where it came from, but with a shot of bravery and confidence to hide your true feelings, you reached out, plucked the toothpick from his lips, and placed it in between yours, smirking. “I still won.”

Crosshair’s face morphed into subdued surprise as he looked up at you standing over him, and your heart was pounding at your actions.

You had always been playful with each other, but never had you done something like this. Your grin wavered as you watched him swallow, his eyes trailing over your face before focusing on the toothpick between your lips, his expression clouded with something you couldn’t place. You felt your face and body flush.  

You laughed, attempting to pretend his indecipherable look didn’t faze you as you walked away, down towards the back of the Marauder.  As soon as you turned away, you dropped your grin and took in a breath, biting the end of the toothpick that had been in Crosshair’s mouth.

And was now in yours.

You were in the narrow corridor when you heard footsteps move quickly behind you. Before you could turn and see what he wanted, you felt his hand on your arm. You gasped as he spun you, so your back was against the wall, and Crosshair was towering over you.

Your heartbeat quickened as you felt him press closer to you, his hands on the wall behind you as he caged you in. His black and red armour pressed against your chest as his face moved closer to yours. You flattened yourself against the cool metal behind you, a little breathless. You looked up at him, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you?” he said lowly, his voice gravelly. You could feel his breath on your face, tickling your skin.

You’d never been close like this with him before. Sure, you would lean on him occasionally, rest your head on his shoulder as he cleaned his rifle and you badgered on about something, or he’d stand close to you during a mission briefing – but this kind of closeness was uncharted territory.

It was overwhelming to feel the heat of his breath on your face. You felt your blood rushing in your ears, every single nerve ending on your skin alight. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, nervousness you hadn’t felt since those first interactions with him – when you didn’t know how to talk to him yet; when all you could focus on was his eyes and the handsome angles of his face.

You swallowed, your eyes darting across those very angles that were just inches from your face. You mustered up all your bravado, hoping he was too close for his eyes to focus on the effect this was having on you. “Extremely.”

Crosshair shook his head, clicking his tongue. “So bratty today.”

You ignored the racing of your heart, heat unfurling at that spot in your stomach at his words. “I learned from the best,” you quipped back, your voice almost wavering.

Crosshair chuckled, his gaze moving around your face, and down your throat and chest, a smirk growing on his face. It was at that you were certain he could see your heart thumping with those enhanced eyes of his.

Kriff, they were so beautiful up close.

You thought you had memorised his gaze, that you knew all the ways his eyes slightly changed as they looked at different things. But you hadn’t memorised this one. You hadn’t seen it before. This gaze was dark and there was something in it that you couldn’t place. It danced around the iris and sat in the creases of his skin which were unfurled with his confidence and amusement. Then you realised. This gaze was one of wanting, a knowing glint in them that told you he had you right where he wanted you.

Why did he want you here? Was this just him teasing you? Just another level of teasing that you hadn’t read the playbook for? What was he doing this for? You were too afraid to ask, to be more emotionally vulnerable than you already were caged in by his body.

Your gaze moved from his eyes down to his pretty mouth, then down to his shoulders, moving across them and noticing how they were wider than they looked. He had always been imposing; intimidating, and if you didn’t know him, perhaps this position would evoke feelings of fear and uneasiness. But instead, his closeness wasn’t frightening or unsettling.

It was all-consuming.

You couldn’t think properly. All those thoughts you’d had at night-time in your bunk thinking of what it would be like to touch him, all those moments in between conversations where your feelings for him hit you so hard you thought you might implode into yourself. All of that was nothing compared to the feeling of this moment. A moment you thought would only exist within the folds of your brain, and yet here he was. Right here.

Your eyes flicked upwards when he inched closer, nodding at the toothpick that was still in your mouth. “It’s not nice to take things that aren’t yours.”

You blinked up at him, noting the way the corner of his mouth was tilted upward. You moved the toothpick in your mouth and watched as his eyes focused on your lips. “I think it suits me,” you said a little shakily, clinging onto whatever control you still had.

Crosshair swallowed and you watched his throat bob up and down. A small crack in his façade hinted at his own flustered feelings before he hid it quickly again. He hummed and bent closer, his nose brushing against yours. Your breath hitched as he slowly leaned down and grabbed the toothpick from your mouth with his teeth.

Your chest tightened and he smiled. “I can think of something else that might suit you better,” he said as he drew back, but only slightly.

“Oh?” you managed to choke out, all the upper hand from your win evaporating.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed. He spat the toothpick out of his mouth and his lips were on yours before it even hit the floor.

You were stunned for a moment, too shocked to move, and just as you went to kiss back you felt him pull away. You trailed after it, your body coming off the wall with a small stumble as you opened your eyes. He put one hand on your waist to steady you, and his touch sent flames up your side.

You met his tattooed gaze, mouth parted slightly and cheeks warm, and he met yours with a furrow in his brow. You both looked at each other, a silent conversation taking place.

Crosshair was looking at you like he never had. All that playfulness and confidence from before the kiss had vanished. He was serious now, a softened heat blowing up in and around his eyes.

He studied your face, searching for something. You realised that he had pulled away to ask for your permission, to silently ask if this was okay.

He was giving the upper hand; the control, he had stolen, back to you.

And what you did with it would change everything between you.

Your mind spun, moving 20 parsecs a second. He’d kissed you when he didn’t have to. And you knew Crosshair well enough that if he had just been teasing you, trying to get under your skin the way you had his with your gloating, he would have walked away by now. Crosshair was many things, but he wasn’t cruel.

A small part of you, the deepest part of your mind that was clinging to hope, flashed the word sarad across your mind.

Maybe, just maybe, he had wanted to kiss you.

And, God, you wanted to kiss him too.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips and inched closer, and that was all it took for Crosshair to capture you in a kiss once more.

This time, there was no shock to freeze you. You rose on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into the kiss. His lips were as soft as you imagined them being, and you felt the gentle breath of his nose tickle your cheek.

You felt his hands move to your hips, pressing them against his. You arched off the wall into him as his grip on you tightened, his codpiece hard against you. He smelt of soap and something like wood and you couldn’t get enough of it. You wanted to breathe him in so completely that he wrapped around your bones.

His lips moved frantically, almost like he was as starving for you as you were for him. You moaned when you felt his tongue brush your lips and gasped when he gently bit them.

He took your lips parting as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, moving his tongue into your mouth as you dragged your hands into his buzzed grey hair. He groaned as your dull nails scrapped his scalp.

You had dreamed of kisses like this, of touches like this. Of kisses and touches that made every single nerve-ending tingle and tighten. Each press of his lips against yours didn’t feel real; like this kiss was halfway between reality and dreaming. Both of you existed in that space between both, the fringes of time collapsing around you where nothing but you, him, and this moment mattered.

You could barely comprehend his hands as they moved from your hips down your thighs, and he stopped kissing you for a moment to speak breathlessly against your lips.

“Up,” was all he said, and you dragged one of your legs up his. He hoisted you up easily, holding the backs of your thighs. You couldn’t stop the surprised laugh bubbling up your throat as he did, and you felt him smile against your lips as he pressed your body back against the wall.

You didn’t care that his armour was hard and digging almost comfortably into you, you just wrapped your legs around his waist and whimpered as he trailed his lips down your jawline and down your neck.

“Cross,” you breathed out, cradling his head against your collarbone as he kissed it, teeth grazing against the bone gently.

He hummed as he made his way back up to your lips. “Sarad,” he kissed you again. “Do you like this, sarad? Do you think this suits you?” he whispered, the words imprinting on your lips. “Do my kisses suit you?”

Your stomach flipped over, and you were breathless, barely aware of what you were saying. “Keep going and I’ll let you know.”

Crosshair chuckled against your skin and continued his kisses over your jawline to behind your ear. “So, so pretty, and so, so bratty stealing things that belong to me…with your pretty little smirk…” he mumbled into your ear and started sucking at the spot just below it. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to kiss that smirk off your face?”

Your heart raced faster at his admission, so close to your own desires. “No,” you choked out as his lips caressed your ear. “How many?”

“Too many,” he moved his hot mouth back your jawline. “You drive me crazy.”

“I do?” The words caught in your throat, unable to hide your surprise at his words as his lips kept moving; like they had so much of you to take in that the only solution was to be in constant motion over your skin.

He groaned against your neck. “Kriff, yes. All the time.”

Your stomach clenched; your hands moved to his hair again, grasping at the short strands as he sucked at your neck. “Good crazy or bad crazy?”

“Good,” he said, drawing back and pressing his forehead against yours, noses touching. He closed his eyes and breathed in. “Always good.”

His confessions were sending your mind into a spiral. Did he really mean it all? You quickly cycled back through all your conversations, you tried to remember every teasing you gave him, every nudge and every amused smile. You tried to remember the way he looked at you but couldn’t recall any that revealed themselves to be his desire to kiss you.

Had your own feelings clouded them? Had you been so focused on making sure you didn’t reveal your feelings that you had completely missed his?

“Thought you were so pretty when you joined us,” he kissed you gently this time, drawing out the kiss as he mumbled against your lips. “I could barely speak to you.”

You couldn’t hide your shock. “Hunter said you were just quiet,” you said, barely finding words as those lips of his kept making you forget them. “That you would…take some time to warm up.”

Crosshair chuckled against your lips and shook his head before he moved down to your neck again. He was insatiable. “You made me so incredibly warm I didn’t know how to deal with it,” he softly kissed the space where your neck met your shoulders. “Been wanting to kiss you for months.”

Your hands moved from his hair to his upper arms, slipping them under his pauldrons and clutching them. “Why didn’t you?”

He halted his kisses, and he drew back slowly, blinking at you as if he was blinking himself out of the haze kissing you had given him.

His eyes moved over your face as you looked up at him. You watched him press his lips together as he brought a hand to your face, placing his palm on your cheek, his fingers curling around the hinge of your jaw as he chose his words carefully. “You…you were my friend. And I’ve never been good at friends.”

His eyes returned to yours, and you looked at him, marvelling at the man before you. He was still holding you up, pressing you against the wall as your legs stayed tightly around his waist. He studied your face, waiting for your response.

“Oh.”

You both turned to see Tech, who had just come up the gangplank. Heat flushed through you at the position he’d caught you and Crosshair in – your legs still wrapped around his waist. Though Crosshair made no move to detangle your body from his, he dropped his hand from your face and resumed his firm grip on your hips.

“What is it, Tech?” Crosshair hissed through gritted teeth.

“When you’re finished, I need some help with the hull,” he said, looking back down at his datapad.

Crosshair’s jaw clenched and you felt his grip on you tighten slightly as he looked at you briefly. His eyes returned to Tech. “Right now?”

Tech adjusted his goggles. “As soon as you’re able would be ideal.”

Crosshair’s lips pressed into a thin line. He looked at you, searching your face for something. You didn’t know what he was looking for or whether he found it, but he kept his steely eyes on you as he spoke. “Give me a minute, vod.”

Tech nodded and left, his footsteps fading as they moved outside. Crosshair slowly put you back down, his hands trailing on your body. You swayed a little when your feet hit the floor, your body slowly catching up with itself. You clung onto Crosshair for a moment before you slowly unwrenched your grip on his arms, curling your fingers around your palms as if trying to savour the feel of him.

Crosshair studied you again, a crease forming in his brow before he stepped back. He watched you carefully, taking in every change in your face and observing your reaction.

He always did this; he had done it with you all those months ago. And he was doing it again. In his eyes, he held this vulnerability that you had never seen before. They were open, questioning, and so soft they were melting around the edges.

You wanted to say something, but words escaped you. You were overwhelmed by his confessions, his touches, his kisses, and his eyes as they bore into you. They were seared into your skin. So lightheaded, you couldn’t pluck the words you wanted to from your brain. And even if you could, they wouldn’t be exactly what you wanted to say.

You didn’t want to say the wrong thing; something to mess this up.

Everything had shifted now. The line drawn between you both had been completely erased and you didn’t know how to proceed; how to do anything except look at him and play the way he kissed you like the world was ending over in your mind.

You blinked up at him. Stay. Talk more. Kiss more. I want you too.

He took another step back, stiffening, and you felt a string inside you snap as he closed right back up in front of you. He looked at the floor, scowling before he walked away. You watched him, hearing his footsteps echo as he left you standing in the corridor, flustered, confused and hurt with your silhouettes burnt into the wall behind you.

Crosshair didn’t come back inside the Marauder until the sun was beginning to set. You had kept yourself busy catching up on the mission reports and counting your medical supplies.

You recounted the bacta patches, the number remaining the same as it had four times before that. Then the pain injections. Then the bandages. You rearranged the drawer, organising things from most used to least used, then took it out and redid it in alphabetical order, then took everything out again and returned it back to most to least. You scrubbed down the treatment bed twice. You recalibrated the med scanner even though it was fully functional. And when there was nothing left, and you couldn’t justify another scrub down of the bed, you sat on the floor with your back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You had heard Hunter and Wrecker return from their supply haul hours ago, and when Hunter found you in the room, medical paraphernalia strewn out around you, he questioned if you were okay.

You had scrubbed a hand over your face. “Yeah. I’m just…reorganising.”

Hunter looked at you, unconvinced. His senses no doubt picked up on something in your energy that was odd to him, but he left you alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

The back of your head touched the wall as you took a deep breath. All your thoughts kept returning to the way Crosshair had kissed you, of what he had said in between those kisses.

He was your best friend, and yet he’d told you those things. Why would he say them if he didn’t mean them? Crosshair was always intentional with his words. He would omit, but he wouldn’t lie.

Yet he’d walked away without saying anything…he’d opened all the way up and then closed completely again. Why? How tightly had he closed? Where did they stand now? You didn’t know. There was no way to return to the beginning because what happened between you couldn’t be undone. You couldn’t go back to the way things were before; before the kiss, before you realised how much you cared about him, before you met him.

You looked towards the door, listening to the muffled chatter of the squad. You had to talk to him.

You wanted so desperately for more than what you had; to be on the receiving end of more of those kisses, of those touches. Now that you’d tasted them, you had to have them forever. You didn’t want to bottle the memories of his touch; you wanted them on demand.

Would things change? Of course, they would. But the transition from friends to lovers would surely not be as drastic as one would think. You were already so close, what’s a little closer?

You took a deep breath, readying yourself to go out and find him before you pressed the door panel. It hissed open and you stepped out into the corridor to the cockpit to see if Crosshair was with the others, until you felt a hand on your arm.

You turned to see Crosshair looking down at you, a frown etched on his face. The touch was a parallel from earlier today, but this time it did not hold the same heat, he didn’t move to press his body against yours. This touch was tender, his hold on your arm was loose and tentative. Apprehensiveness between you again.

“We need to talk,” he edged out carefully.

You swallowed and took a breath. “Yes. We do.”

He wordlessly pulled you back into the med room and closed the door behind you, locking it.

You watched him as he placed a toothpick in his mouth before he crossed his arms over his chest. You swallowed looking at that silly wooden stick between lips you knew were soft; the stupid thing was so inconsequential and yet it had changed everything. You had changed everything. He had changed everything.

Crosshair maintained a distance from you, and it hurt like hell. You wanted him so much closer.

You cleared your throat and mirrored his stance. “Did you help Tech with the hull?”

Crosshair nodded. “Everything’s back where it’s supposed to be.”

“Good.”

“Mmhmm.”

Silence passed through the cavern between you. You studied his face, and for the first time in a long time, it was unreadable. Your gaze traced the tattoo around his right eye, and you wanted to see it up close again, so you could see its etchings into his skin. To gently kiss the points on the cross and feel him sigh in contentment beneath you from the touch. You wanted to count how many kisses separated his eyes and check the number again and again, to make sure it never changed.

You sighed. Your want for him was so strong, you’re surprised it wasn’t flashing in neon above you. You had spent so long hiding your feelings for him, and you didn’t want to hide them anymore. This was it.

You dropped your shoulders. “Are we going to talk about that kiss?”

Crosshair looked at you incredulously and leaned back on the wall behind him, propping his foot against it. “I already said everything I needed to.”

You blinked at him in surprise. “When? Tech came in—”

“When I was kissing you,” he pushed off from the wall with his foot and walked towards you. “I told you everything,” he removed the toothpick from his mouth and pointed at you. “It’s you who needs to say something.”

You swallowed and glanced away, wringing your hands. “How do I know what you said wasn’t just some heat of the moment, ‘let’s-tease-them-for-beating-me’ game?”

He scoffed loudly. “Do you really think that low of me? That I would make a game of my feelings? Of yours? I thought we were friends.”

“We are, Crosshair. That’s why I need to know.”

“I’ve made my feelings perfectly clear,” Crosshair said firmly. “I’ve shown you.” He dragged a hand over his face and turned away. “Sarad…” he started walking away from you, towards the door and you could feel him getting frustrated with you for reasons you weren’t entirely sure you knew. Anguish passed over and through you. This is not how you wanted this to go.

You crossed your arms again, like a shield for your vulnerability to hide behind. “I know what that means, you know.”

Crosshair turns to look at you, his eyes locked onto yours intensely. “So, you should know then,” he said as he walked slowly back over to you. “Do you have anything to say about it?” You cycled a deep breath and frowned back as he spoke. “It’s your turn to speak now.”

“My turn?” You repeated.

“Yes, your turn,” he shook his head. “You just stood there. I kissed you and you kissed me back. But you said nothing. Just looked up at me with those pretty eyes of yours.”

Why he was so frustrated was clear now. He’d made himself vulnerable to you – something you know is out of his comfort zone, and poured his feelings out in words, touches, and kisses, and you hadn’t said anything. You’d kissed him, and asked him things, but hadn’t voiced anything explicit about your own feelings for him.

He didn’t know where you stood after that kiss. And he needed the validation that you felt the same too.

You both needed to hear it from each other.

You sighed gently and you walked over to him. “I didn’t know what to say,” your face flushed. “You kiss me out of nowhere, touching me and telling me all these things, calling me ‘flower’ and asking me if your kisses suit me, and I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.”

The crease in Crosshair’s brow returned, but it was not an angry one. “Well, now’s your chance, sarad. Now’s your chance to say what you want to say,” he told you. His fingers gently encircled your wrists, and you looked up at him. “Tell me, tell me why you were overwhelmed.”

His eyes bore into yours. “I…You kissed me,” you started slowly.

He kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to continue.

“And I…I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a really long time.”

Once the words began, they came pouring out. “You surprised me, doing all that, saying all that. It didn’t feel real. Like I was…dreaming it up as I have done for months. And then we returned to reality, and you were looking at me – my best friend who’d just kissed me like the world was ending – and I couldn’t speak. You took all the words away with your kisses and I couldn’t tell you anything. So, I didn’t. And maybe I should’ve. But it would’ve come out wrong. And I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

He watched you carefully, thumbs tracing circles into your skin. You smiled up at him. “I guess I could say that you made me so incredibly warm, I didn’t know what to do with it.”

His mouth twitched as you quoted his confession back to him. He raised one of his hands and grazed your cheekbone with the backs of his fingers. It was one of the softest gestures you’d ever received from him, and you felt your skin heat under his touch. But you didn’t care about your heating face. It was out there now. Your feelings were out in the open, and so were his.

“I surprised you?” he chuckled. “How do you think I felt when you put my toothpick in your mouth?”

You laughed softly. “Probably just as surprised as I was.” You were granted a rare Crosshair laugh. It was a short, halting, hearty sound that permeated around the room and pierced your chest. To know you were the cause of such a laugh ignited your insides.

His hand made its way slowly down your cheek to your chin, he held it between his thumb and the side of his finger. You watched his eyes trace over your face. “So…you knew…? This whole time?” you asked.

He shook his head and smirked. “I didn’t know, I had suspicions, hopes.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “I guess those enhanced eyes really do see everything…” you chuckled, and he smiled softly at you. “I thought I hid it pretty well.”

His lip quirked again. “Not well enough.”

You gazed at each other, smiling. You didn’t think you could ever feel this happy or see him this happy.

“You…you said you’ve never been good at friends?” you asked, remembering the last part of that conversation before you had been interrupted.

“Because I’m not,” he stated as though it were fact. “The reg cadets were too…jealous of us, and then I met you. And it was so easy that I didn’t even realise it had happened until it was far too late.”

You look up at him, brow furrowed as you meet his eyes. You started to disagree; to reassure him that he was a good friend and your best friend, but he shook his head. “First friend I have, and I fall for them.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you felt like you could melt right there on the spot. Your heartbeat quickened and you couldn’t stop the smile that twitched at the corner of your mouth before it spread across your face at his words. He smiled out of the side of his mouth.

This was a new kind of softness from Crosshair, one that you had only imagined receiving. And you knew it was only for you.

You slowly reached up and cupped his face with your hands, raising yourself on your tip toes and bringing your lips to his soft ones. You kissed him gently, feeling his arms encircle your waist to bring you closer to him, kissing you back dizzyingly as you breathed him in.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, and you felt his hands leave streaks of heat as they ran down your sides to your thighs. You gasped as he lifted you, both laughing softly as he walked you over to the med table. Smiling against your lips, he set you down on it, standing in between your legs, deepening the kiss. Mouths parted slightly; you allowed his tongue to slip inside.

Kisses like this…kisses like this with him, they were your new favourite thing. And you knew there would be more. You’d make sure of it. You smiled into the kiss again, unable to hold it back any longer, and you felt him smile back.

“Wait…” you said, drawing back a little bit but still staying wrapped up in his arms – like you’d ever leave. He frowned at you, his hands tightening as you spoke. “You like me?”

Crosshair shook his head as he grinned and poked your side, making you squirm. “Quit being cute.”

You laughed. You were already best friends, so it shouldn’t have surprised you how easy it was with him, but it did. “Well…I guess I am pretty irresistible…” you joked.

Crosshair moved to nibble at your ear gently as he roughly whispered, “You know you are, sarad.”

You hummed as warmth blossomed in your cheeks. “I really like when you call me that.”

“I know you do,” he drew back and ran a finger across your cheeks and over your nose, smiling. “You get flushed here.” You swatted his hand away, a playful grin on your face, and he chuckles. “You never answered my question though.”

“And which one was that?”

Crosshair leaned in and pressed his lips to your jaw, moving at a tantric pace along the line of it. You closed your eyes at the soft kisses that clouded everything except him. “Do my kisses suit you?”

“Oh,” you breathed out, grinning. “That one.” You pulled his head away and looked at him, those brown eyes looking at you with so much love you felt like your heart might burst. You returned that look and caressed his cheeks. “Yeah,” you kissed him. “They definitely do.”

thank you for reading <3

this was actually supposed to be a little steamier but the story evolved differently (and that’s okay!). maybe i’ll try writing something steamier again in the future :’)

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[freesia-writes]

What's your favorite piece you've written to date, and is there a link to read it?

Cheers <3

Oh geez. What a good question. Dang. The pressure. 😂

The longfic is the easiest answer -- the Hunter one that's currently being posted 2x/week. It's by far the most complex, fun, thorough, enjoyable full-length one I've done.

As for one-shots? The one that came to mind, and I'm gonna stick with, is the First Date with Gregor. It ended up inspiring a few more as a mini-series, but it's warm and fuzzy as a stand-alone, and I think his effervescent personality is just so endearing and fun.

If it's smut you're lookin for, the Crosshair x Reader longfic Sharp Edges, a collaboration with @lightwise, is awesome because it had two author brains and just flowed really well.

And a smutty one shot is REALLY hard to choose... The two that stand out are recent works exploring established relationships after years together on Pabu. The Hunter x Reader one is simultaneously warm and fuzzy and deliciously hot, and the Tech x Reader one is probably one of the most moving, meaningful, deeply affirming pieces I've ever written. Plus some smut, LOL.

I'm so sorry I didn't stick to just one. But I hope one per category will be allowed. ;) Super fun ask; thank you so much!

[techtalksfics]

Where's your toothpick? (Crosshair x f!Reader)

Instead of studying, I have sat here and written this fic. It's quite rushed because I actually need to get my law degree. There are no degrees from bad batch lovers. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: heavy drinking (i guess)

Word Count: 1,884

You and your best friend, Jenshay (or Jen, for short), often frequented 79s, the clone bar. You liked the stories the clones told, you liked that a fight happened every, single time. But most of all, you really liked Crosshair.

The only problem? It would seem that Crosshair did not like you.

You sighed at the thought. Shaking off your insecurities, you finished getting ready for the evening. Choosing out your favourite red dress, which tied at the waist, showed off both your figure and your breasts, you quickly push the dress over your head and pull it down.

The doorbell rang as you began to tie your dress. Swerving around furniture, you check the comm to make sure it was Jen. You had a persistent and unpleasant neighbour who always seemed to be in the corridor when you were arriving or leaving. You dreaded to think how.

Letting Jen in, you could already smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Jeez Jen,” you laughed, “already pre-drinking?”

“Always, you know me.” A rather sad statement to make, you thought. “So, you hoping for a certain silent sniper to be there this evening?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You retorted whilst fixing your hair in the mirror. Your friend snorted. You knew you liked Crosshair. She knew you liked Crosshair. Interestingly, Tech knew you liked Crosshair. So, who didn’t know at this point?

Well… Crosshair would be one of the only ones it would seem.

Grabbing your satchel, you grabbed her hand and pulled her to your door. Checking the comms for creepy neighbours quickly and seeing that the coast was clear, you both ran to the lift and left for your night out.

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As you exited the air taxi, you made sure that Jen did not trip and fall before you got to the door. So, you held her at the waist, just in case. She probably wasn’t drunk enough to be refused entry, but you didn’t want to risk it.

You’d heard the Bad Batch were temporarily in Coruscant, the first time in many, many rotations. So you did not want to miss your chance to… well, stare longingly, at Crosshair.

Luckily, you managed to get into the bar and were greeted by the Wolfpack. Your second favourite clone trooper squadron. Letting go of Jen’s waist, you were pulled into a hug by Commander Woolfe. You had grown close after he saved you from a potentially fatal mugging a few years earlier.

“It’s good to see you, kid.” His voice shouted into your ear. As you pulled back, he held you in place for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. He gave a smirk and said, “though based on those colours, it’s not this squadron you’re here to see.” He raised his eyebrow at you.

Great, is there anybody who doesn’t know, you wondered.

“There on the back table, as usual.” Woolfe hugged you once more and whispered, “I do not know what you see in that group of misfits.” Whilst returning the hug, your eyes drifted towards the back of the bar, where you saw Clone Force 99. A small smile graced your lips.

But before you could even approach them, one thing was in order. Grabbing Jen by her arm, you shouted, “SHOTS?” Liquid courage couldn’t hurt. Particularly as the sober one. She looked at you like you’d proposed marriage and shouted a big ‘yes’ back at you.

Pulling her to the bar, you managed to get the immediate attention of the bartender, who greeted you as she always does, with a smile and a ‘what can I get ya’? Like she doesn’t already know.

“Four Antakarian Fire-“ you start.

“- Fire Dancers, I should’a known.” She shakes her head and chuckles. “Coming right up.” As she prepares your drinks and Jen rambles on about her love of the Wolfpack, you take the chance to glance at the 99 boys. As your eyes drift over the familiar sights of Tech with his PADD typing away, Wrecker eating his food and Hunter broodingly watching the scenes happening before him, you noticed one thing. One off thing. Crosshair was looking directly at you and once he caught your gaze, he shifted the toothpick in his mouth from left to right and smirked.

With an embarrassed blush, you turn back to the bar and paid for the drinks which arrived right on cue.

After a ‘3, 2, 1’ countdown, you and Jen downed the first shot. The fire of the drink is undisputed, and your face squelched together from the warm, strong alcohol goes down your throat.

Because you were unlucky, Crosshair walked past at the exact moment that your face had contorted into a horrific image after taking the shot. He walked past, eyebrow raised and as usual, said nothing. Great, you cursed.

Downing the second shot in shame, you asked the bartender for a Revnog before making your way over to see your favourite clones. With a smile, you sat down next to Wrecker and offered up a ‘hello’.

“Ah, we wondered if we would see you here tonight,” Tech said, placing the PADD down temporarily. He was always willing to chat with you.

“Y/N!” Wrecker bellowed, “if it isn’t our favourite civilian!” You laughed as he spoke, grabbing you around the shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug.

“She’s the only civilian you know, Wrecker.” Crosshair commented as he made his way around the table. “Y/N, shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on Jen?” He said, pointing his toothpick at Jen. You turned and saw she had, in fact, gotten on the table to dance. You put your face in your hands and turned back to face them.

“She’d been pre-drinking before we came out.” You took a sip of your drink. “The Wolfpack are here though, so she won’t be able to do too much damage without them stepping in.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the handsome soldier. Instead, you turned your attention to Tech with an awkward cough, “what are you working on today then, Tech?”

 As Tech explained, in detail, his latest research on tactical droid schematics and tactics, you listened intently. Occasionally, your eyes would drift to Crosshair…as they always do. Usually, he does not pay attention to you but not tonight, tonight he looked at you with fiery gaze. One you could not discern. It was unsettling but you could feel your skin heating and the blush on your face darkened.

Well, at least it was dark in this place.

As you finished your drink, you announced that you were going to get a round for the table. Stumbling upwards, and cursing for your lack of grace, you made your way back to the bar. Back to safety.

Jen noticed you and clambered off the table, she flounced over to you and asked, “how’s it going the Crosshair?”

“I’d have better luck seducing a Rancor.” You moaned.

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“I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her.” Hunter goaded Crosshair, “she’s a sweet girl.”

“I don’t like sweet things.” Crosshair retorted, taking a quick sip of his drink.

“Well, you like this sweet thing.” Wrecker’s laugh boomed around the bar which caused Crosshair to cringe, physically retreating further into the darkness.

However, he couldn’t help but look at you. Your gorgeous brown hair curling around your shoulders and back, swaying as you laughed at whatever Jen had said. You were wearing red and dark grey, his red and dark grey. Was that on purpose? He had secretly loved how you always sat with his brothers on these rare nights out. Nobody would normally do that. He also secretly loved when your green eyes always drifted towards him.

The entire Wolfpack loved you; he’d even seen you with the 501st battalion on occasion. But you always looked at him.

Secretly, and he would never admit it, he liked almost everything about you. He grumbled nothingness to himself and stayed routed in the corner.

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After a few more drinks, you decided Jen had better go home. You signalled Commander Woolf as he was always good at convincing Jen that she’d had too much.

Woolf rushed straight over and backed you up when you told Jen she should go home and sleep it off.

She whined but complied and stumbled slightly. She let out a ridiculous laugh and held her arm out to you. You held her up as she shouted, “I’m being booted from the building boys, I’ll see ya soon!” There came a number of ‘byes’ and even one ‘I’ll take you home, princess’ which was disturbing, to say the least.

Helping Jen to the door, Woolf politely held it open for you and you exited into the cool night. The air hit your lungs and the booze hit your system. Jesus, maybe you should go home too. First, Jen. Get Jen into an air taxi. So you did your duty, as you had done many times before. As the taxi sped away, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d be holding. Staring out as the speeders raced on pass the bar, you debated your next steps.

“I could go back in and try again,” you debated allowed, “who am I kidding? He’s never going to want me.”

“They say talking to yourself is a sign of insanity, you know.” Crosshair’s grizzly baritone came from behind you. You screwed your eyes shut. Of course he’s behind you right now. You turned on your heel to face him and retorted, “I never once said I was sane.” He smirked and uttered one word, true.

He took two small steps towards you, the movement was confident. He knew you couldn’t step backwards as you’d fall your death, so you were trapped. Trapped worked for him.

“So,” he said, taking the toothpick out of his mouth, “who doesn’t want you?” Knowing you were trapped, you tried to think of a quick way out of this.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was your inability to think about anything in his presence, you weren’t sure. But you uttered one word back, “you.” He took another step forward and suddenly he was close that you could feel his armour pressing against your exposed cleavage.

“I never once said I didn’t want you.” He was mimicking your words, toying with you, surely.

And yet, within the next second, his lips were on yours. The kiss was fierce, as you always thought it would be. His hands came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. His hands were not only holding your face to his but at this point, were holding you upright.

Your hands found his waist, pulling him closer to you. His tongue invaded your mouth, playing with yours. Toying with you, as he always does. He pulled back ever so slightly and you were worried the kiss was ending but instead, his nose rubbed over yours gently and he approached you from the other side. He deepened the kiss once again.

When he finally pulled back to look at you, you realised something. “Where’s your toothpick gone?” “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He chuckled darkly and looked at you, with a slight squint. “I have more. Don’t worry.”

[seancekitsch]

Hey, can I please request crosshair x jedi!fem reader

Friends to lovers where they have a sparring match together and then realise they like each other? ty so much <33

hehehe this was cute and fun to write

Crosshair wipes blood from his lip after the most recent blow.

“I thought we were pulling punches, cyare,” He sneers, growing more and more annoyed at this sham of a training session. 

He doesn’t even understand why he has to train one on one, he’s the sniper of the group and rarely ever actually sees the action up close. It’s quite literally his job to be removed from it and stay vigilant. 

“I was,” you chuckle, “You just leaned into it.” 

He readies his stance again, knuckles taped and ready.

“What does that mean, cyare?”

He smirks.

“What, they don’t teach you Mando’a in Jedi school? Just little magic tricks?”

You push him back with the force, and then bounce from foot to foot, switching your stance to let him try and get another shot in.

“All magic tricks, Cross.”

He charges, and you block, but just barely. You pivot to avoid another blow, and then manage to get the upper hand when your elbow lands between his shoulder blades. 

“How about a bet?” you propose, trying to keep your voice even so he doesn’t know you’re catching your breath. He straightens up, rolling his shoulder back beneath his blacks. 

“I’m listening,” he says. He turns to look at you, something unreadable in his expression that you can’t exactly place. Reading emotion was never your strong suit, practice with the force or not. 

“If I win this round you have to tell me what that means,” you state plainly. He’d been calling you ‘cyare’ for days without letting you know what it meant, his brothers all giving you looks each time but none of them actually helping you out and explaining the new nickname. Crosshair’s eyes search your face for a moment, furrowed brows warping his tattoo slightly. 

“And if I win?” he asks, of course. He’s gotta have an angle in this too.

“I don’t know,” you admit, you hadn’t really been thinking before you spoke, “Anything I guess.”

Famous last words. 

Crosshair smirks, and humms. He takes a few steps backwards before getting back into position to fight. 

“I’ll take that bet,” he agrees, and lets you get into position as well. 

The sparring begins slowly, you circle one another, trying to study all of your possible movements. He lunges, and you easily jump out of his way. You kick, and he dodges just as smoothly. Crosshair charges, and you let yourself be lifted by him, only to hook one of your legs behind his knee and pull. Effectively, he grunts as he hits the ground. You grip his shoulders and shove them to the ground, pinning him. 

“You wanna tap out?” you tease.

Crosshair struggles under your grasp, one you know he’s strong enough to break. He’s physically capable of taking you down without the force on your side, but he doesn’t break the hold. He growls under your grasp, but still he doesn’t throw you. 

“Fine,” he hisses, and your grasp on him starts to loosen.

You lean in closely into the hold, bold and prideful of your takedown.

“I win,” you whisper, close enough to the sniper’s ear to kiss. 

You push yourself back up, still holding yourself over him. 

“So what does it mean?” you ask with a smile, ready to hear whatever ridiculous thing it actually means. 

Crosshair looks away, his eyes instead focusing on something across the room as he mouths the translation of the word. 

‘Beloved.’

Thats the word that his lips formed around. Beloved. Beloved. You frown at the word, not because you don’t want him to say that. Not because you don’t want him to call you that. You want him to look at you. 

“Cross…” you trail off, and he turns his head. His eyes look hard, brows set, his lips pressed into a tight line. 

“What did you want if you won?”

That unreadable expression returns to his face again, and then he responds.

“I was going to ask if you would forget your code for a night and come relax with us.”

You don’t respond, your frown only faltering, before you decide to move. You use your leg under his for leverage, and pull until you can roll yourself over, letting him shift until he’s on top of you. 

Your frown breaks, and maybe you even smile. 

“Looks like you win,” you muse, and his scowl breaks as well. 

“I let you win the first time,” he says, shoulders shrugging as he looms over you. 

Somehow, you knew that already. 

“Whatever you say, Cross.”

[starryevermore]

ghost of you ✧ crosshair

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

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

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

word count: 3,965

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t say that!”

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

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

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

“He needs you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you torment me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cross…”

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

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

“I never left you.”

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

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

“I did what had to be done.”

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

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

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

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

“It would be for the best.”

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

“If you change your mind…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I’m asking you.”

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

“It sounds lonely, living like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hush and play the game!”

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

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

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

“I like the way you think!”  

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

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

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

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

“And you should have gone with them.”

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

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

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

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

“I should have stayed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No one asked you to stay.”

“So don’t you dare put this on me.”

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

“Then you are a fool.”

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

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

“I’m not leaving you again, Cross.”

“GO!” he shouted. 

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

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

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 Chapter 1 - Quaking Ground

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content/18+/Fluff/Tension/Angst

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At last you have celebrated your union and sealed the bond. The Galaxy seems to be in harmony. The planet you are on, however, does not seem to be in fine.

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The heat is actually unbearable, you have chosen a much too hot day for your celebration and yet, the heat can't stop you from fierily sealing your bond after the party. Clinging to him, your fingernails trace ridges on his back in ecstasy. Crosshair growls excitedly as his cock works in your wet cleft. He loves it when you're this passionate. He presses you into the sheets beneath him with each thrust of his hips. Your legs are hooked around him, your heels pressing into his ass cheeks to press him even closer to you. You feel so greedy for Crosshair, wanting to feel him as intense and close as possible. Bare skin to bare skin, you sway in arousal, deeply entwined. Fingers and lips are everywhere at once, his and yours. It's like a rush to be with Crosshair. Here and now for the first time more or less officially as husband and wife. Suddenly he straightens up, still sinking his cock into you, grabbing your legs and leaning them against his chest, one arm wrapped around your thighs, thrusting into your lap in rapid succession. He watches as one of your hands automatically slips between your legs and your fingers seek out and begin massaging your clit. "Good girl," he growls, "rub that little bud." You feel the intensity increase, your pussy tightening around his cock. Crosshair presses out breathlessly, "You like that, don't you?" "Yeah..." By now you hardly need words, your bodies are talking to each other without words. You feel every body tension, every slight tremor in his muscles and vice versa. Crosshair feels that you will come any moment. Just the thought intensifies his arousal. You feel his thighs tighten, his thrusts become a little more irregular. When you look up at him, you know that he is biting his cheek, trying to delay the whole thing a little. You smile knowingly, reach out your free hand to his thigh and dig your fingernails into it. He groans, tears his narrowed eyes open again, and looks down. Panting, breathing heavily, he increases the pace once more, in quick, steady thrusts, drilling his cock into your seemingly ever-tightening pussy. You tense every muscle as you feel the climax coming, wanting to give him a more intense experience, and judging by his face you can see it's working. His eyes roll back, he tilts his head back, and again his thrusts stutter.

A long-drawn-out moan that sounds like a surrendered sigh comes from your throat as the knot loosens and your climax overtakes you. You can hear him cursing softly, as he almost always does when experiencing a particularly intense orgasm. You grin contentedly to yourself, liking the thought that his experience is at least as intense as yours. It takes a long moment for you both to catch your breath. Crosshair gets wet wipes and hands you a couple of them. "Cleaning up after is always so weird. I mean it's important, and I don't want to be sticky, but it's.... strange." Crosshair, who has just put on his underpants, raises his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" "Well, just a minute ago everything was so passionate, hot and intimate.... And then come the wet wipes" He snickers. "Hmm, I think I know what you mean. Honestly I don't mind it, in fact I kind of enjoy it" Puzzled, you look at him. "I don't understand?" He takes the used wet wipes from you and throws them in the wastebasket with his before sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. "Well, to me, it's a sign of intimacy, trust and cleanliness. We don't hide from each other when we clean ourselves, and we don't just do it for ourselves but out of consideration for each other" Surprised, you blink. You hadn't thought of it that way, but he was right. You say with a smile, "I like that way of looking at it." He grabs another wet wipe and wipes his forehead. "Damn this is warm, hardly bearable, I feel like I lost gallons of fluid during sex". "Me too," you say with a sigh. Your gaze wanders admiringly along his slender body to his expressive face. Crosshair cocks a brow questioningly as your eyes finally meet. You smile and say, "I'll never get enough of you." "Then it's a good thing you married me," he returns dryly, grabbing your hands and gently but firmly pulling you off the bed and onto your feet. "Shower?" "Shower."

The guys slept out in the open to give the newlywed couple some privacy. He was actually sleeping pretty deeply, but something jolted his senses. Hunter wakes up from his sleep, still slightly drunk from the party. It's very early in the morning, still dark. Frowning critically, the sergeant looks around. Wrecker is lying in the grass a few feet away from him, snoring loudly, all fours stretched out from him. Tech has fallen asleep sitting up in one of the camp chairs, on his lap he still has the datapad in both hands, his head is rolled to the side and a thin thread of drool is running out of his mouth and dripping onto the left shoulder armor of his gear. Rex is still awake and sitting by the campfire with a half-full bottle of Corellian ale in his hand. Next to him is Wolffe, curled up like a fetus, and across from him is Gregor, muttering softly in his sleep. Rex's gaze meets Hunter's. "Did you feel that too?" asks Hunter quietly, but loud enough to drown out Wrecker's thunderous snores. Rex nods gravely and says, "A rumbling in the ground, maybe a distant earthquake?" Hunter frowns, it feels like a tingling in his bones, an ominous singing in his nerve endings. "I don't think it's far away, and I don't think it's over yet, we should wake the others, I think we need to get out of here-" Hunter can barely finish the sentence as the ground begins to vibrate, rumbling and crashing sounds fills the night. The ground is moving. The loud noise is unbelievable. The ground beneath the Marauder cracks open, throwing the ship off balance.

You have just put on some comfortable clothes, and you are drying your hair when you feel and finally hear it. Startled, you look at Crosshair and drop the towel. "Earthquake," he says curtly, "Get in the cockpit, start the ship, I'll get the others." You nod, run into the cockpit, at the same moment Crosshair runs to the ramp and opens it. A sound you can hardly define, just drowns out everything including your every thought, crashing and tearing. The Marauder moves, jerking unexpectedly forward and slightly to the left. You lose your balance and ram your chest against the console, the impact driving the air from your lungs. The noise continues, you call out to Crosshair, but your voice is completely lost in the noise. Crosshair falls off the ramp onto the grass outside as the Marauder moves again, sliding into the widening rift. His legs slip away, and he realizes that he is hanging on the edge of the crack and no longer on the ramp. In the next moment, two strong hands hastily grab him and pull him up over the edge, away from the Marauder. He looks up and sees Hunter standing over him. "WHERE IS SHE?" the latter yells to drown out the noise. Crosshair turns around and points at the Marauder, at the same moment as it slips with another jerk and finally, with a loud crash, plunges several meters into the depths. In the next moment, an absolute, eerie silence seems to settle over everything. It's far too quiet, Crosshair can hear his own heartbeat. He becomes hot and cold, his chest seems to tighten, his heart to clench. He feels sheer, excruciating panic. A breathless word passes his lips, "Kitten..."

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