#crosshair x delana

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Delana: You’re being emotional.

Crosshair: Don’t you dare talk to me like that.

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Yellooo! I was watching Shrek 2 and at the end you know Fiona asks Shrek ”where were we?” And Shrek answers ”oh I remember” and dips her for a kiss. I just think Hunter would DEFINATELY do this with Cyare, it just seems like him and ofc you hear Cross groan out a ”gross” in the background but Delana shuts him up with a kiss of her own🥰

Just a cute lil thought cause Hunter is SUUUCH romantic guy☺️

Okay OMG FIRST of all Shrek 2 is one of the greatest movies ever and I will take that to my grave (the climax with Jennifer Saunders’ Holding Out For A Hero is a cinematic MASTERPIECE and you can fight me on that.) and second of COURSE Hunter is such a fucking sap he’s so soft and goofy for his wife and I just love it jfjdhdhdh can definitely see that exchange. Poor Crosshair. (Not really but XD)

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Dee: Hey can you hold this for me?

Crosshair: Sure *holds out his hand*

Dee: *places her hand in his*

Crosshair: Error 404 Crosshair.exe not found

Happy Soft Sniper Sunday!

🥺👉👈Happy Soft Sniper Sunday you.

This is entirely accurate for them. XD ❤️

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Crosshair and Delana absolutely crushing Hunter and Cyare at couples’ game night.

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—Heartfire to Crosshair.

i’d follow him to hell and back but i wish he’d just stop going there

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Crosshair, Dee, and their three (3) nuggies.

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I’m in bed all snuggled up and I feel lonely……do you by any chances have any snips of Crosshair snuggles(with Delana or bebe Asher u choose❤️) I’ma sleep now g’niiiight lovey💕💕💕

Loneliness is a real bitch, I’m sorry it’s got you down. It’s been a lonely day for me, too. Thank goodness for Cross’buir amiright. Lol.

I’ll do you one better. How about Crosshair snuggles with Dee AND baby Asher. :)

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“I can’t believe he’s six months old already.”

“Mhm,” Crosshair makes a noncommittal sound of agreement, too intoxicated with the sight of his small son snuggled between them as he traces the delicate contours of his face. Asher makes a small cooing sound in his sleep. Even though he’s frowning.

“Crosshair.”

Crosshair flickers his gaze up to his wife, laying across from him.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Every word.”

Delana’s lip twitches. “I said, he’s got your frown, even in sleep.”

Crosshair looks back down to their son. He sees it, the sharp corners of Asher’s lips curved steeply into a frown and not indicative of the way he sleeps ever so soundly. He’s such an easy baby. Perfect in every way.

“You know, if we were Hunter and Cyare, we’d already have another one on the way.”

“But we’re not, and we don’t.”

Delana chews her lip slowly, weighing his words, and choosing her next ones carefully.

“Could you see it, though?

Crosshair lifts his gaze to hers. “See what.”

“You know,” she reaches out and caresses their little guy’s face. “Another Asher.”

Crosshair straightens in the bed, just a bit, propped up on one elbow and looming protectively over Ash. His eyes never leaving his.

He hums after a long moment. “Maybe. Not now, though.” His fingers wrestle with hers for space on the Ramser’ika’s face. “I’m trying to find something about him that looks like you.”

Dee chuckles softly. “He’s handsome. That’s all you.”

“No..”

“Yes.” She leans across Asher and kisses him on the cheek. “Accept it.”

“Never.”

“Shhh..” Delana chides, barely containing her laughter as Asher stirs slightly beneath them. They watch intently as their Ramser’ika settles again with no fret or stress.

“He’s perfect,” Crosshair decides. “That’s all you.”

Delana can’t help but roll her eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it,” she cranes her neck down and kisses Asher’s soft cheek. “I love you, my Little Sniper. You have the best daddy ever.”

Crosshair can’t fight the way his chest swells. “That’s not fair.”

Delana just grins at him and he swears his heart melts.

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Crosshair has definitely called his bebos his “spawns” before lol.

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Cyare: So who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon??

Delana: We’re chopsticks.

Cyare: Awww!

Hunter: What the hell does that mean?

Crosshair: It means if you take one away, the only thing the other’s good for is stabbing.

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@rosmariner Bearded!Crosshair manifested I don’t know how long ago on my page and I am a different person because of it.🤣

He’s pretty hesitant to grow a beard because believe it or not he’s actually a pretty self-conscious dude but hides it behind a fragile ego. And he doesn’t want to make a big deal about it. Which is why he leaves a beard kit on the refresher counter and waits for Delana to confront him. XD

He’s definitely sporting a nice beard when he’s a papa. 😉

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Crosshair never wants to let his wife or baby out of his sight ever okay in the few months after Asher is born he never goes anywhere without them (he never goes anywhere, really. The hermit.). They are always together. Deep down he’s so fearful of being absent and letting something happen to them. He swears he’ll always keep his family safe.

But then, there are times, when he starts to come to - ergo, relax - and will tentatively run errands by himself as he and Heartfire fall into a more comfortable rhythm with the new baby.

But his heart aches when he’s away.

Even though it’s just a quick trip into town - “I’ll be back by lunch,” he murmurs in her ear as Ash sleeps soundly on her chest - he can’t shake the heavy feeling. Even though her rifle’s propped up by the door, and the look in her eyes radiates nothing but serene confidence in her own ability to keep their child safe. Crosshair tells himself they’ll be alright. He trusts her. She trusts him. They’ve got a singular goal in mind. They’ve got each other.

He kisses her cheek, and then leans down and plants a kiss to Asher, cradling his tiny head.

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Lil I'm ready for all the soft domestic Crosshair in the universe

“You need to sleep.” Her warm voice comes as a murmur against his temple, there in the blissful silence as he lays reclined back on the sofa with a baby draped delicately over his shoulder; which, speaking of sleep, the one-week-old Ramser’ika is unbelievably sound in. Crosshair nearly hums at the contact but it’s already gone as Delana is circling around in front of him. In the thick shadows of the living room, Crosshair can make out his wife’s silhouette with ease.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

The chrono just shy of 02:30, Delana chooses to ignore him. “It’s time for him to eat,” she supplies instead.

If it were even possible, Crosshair’s grip on his newborn tightens even further.

“You can have him right back,” Dee inveigles, and he doesn’t miss the amusement in her voice. “C’mon.”

Crosshair feels just a bit like a kid being asked to hand over his most prized possession - in which case, is his newborn son. With utmost petulance, he transfers over the itty-bitty Ramser’ika, and stands so that Delana can take his seat.

“I’m not going to sleep,” he voices needlessly, in his defense; the overwhelming desire to ensure to himself (and his wife) that he will be right here, by her side through the night.

Delana feigns an exasperated sigh, but he can hear the smile, the oh-so tired smile playing on her lips as she eases herself carefully - mindful of her surgery scars - down onto the cushion. “I hope your son doesn’t inherit your stubbornness.”

Crosshair’s got a sure, steady hold on her. Through the exhaustion that’s currently a conduit between them, he has to chuckle. “My devilish charm, maybe.”

“Mm. Maybe.”

Crosshair presses a kiss to her forehead as she settles back, and he silently waits for a cue, any cue - more specifically, as to when he can find himself cradling his son once again.

“If you’re not going to sleep,” There it is. “Make yourself useful and come hold me.”

Crosshair’s movements are immediate as he takes up a spot next to her on the couch, bringing his legs up and turning his body so that he’s long-ways and spanning across the cushions. He maneuvers his wife and child between his legs, gently bringing Delana’s head back to his chest while the baby latches onto her below. His arms worm around her middle, and settle underneath her arms, cradling Asher. “How about I hold you both.”

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I like to think Hunter tries to bring up some of things Crosshair said about marriage after he finds Dee, but Cross is too distracted by her to pay attention to him 

(Sorry I’m a little late but what’s new lol) Hunter would absolutely try to get back at Crosshair for all the shit he pulled lol. Hunter makes it his life mission. Well. Once he finds out that Crosshair is actually with someone and, lo and behold, married.

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Delana: I know I’ve said this a million times before, but this time I mean it, Crosshair! I am gonna kill Hunter!!

Crosshair: I am so tired of you not including me when it comes to couples’ activities. WE are gonna kill Hunter.

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Crosshair and Hunter being good spouses. 💪

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Dee: Mail time.

Crosshair: Where’s the mail?

Dee: *sets a tooka in his lap* Right here. :D

Crosshair:

Crosshair: That’s a cat.

Dee: Yes, and she’s delivering you kisses.

[Phoebe] the tooka: *licks Crosshair’s cheek*

Crosshair, trying not to feel™: Thanks…