#crosshair/tech

[yunyun160]

suddenly smitten 💞

[letshareapapou]

For the kiss thing, 26 Crosshair/Tech? <3

Cross: "If you try to do that again I'll end you myself."

Tech: "That would be much more terrifying if you weren't crying but I appreciate the effort dear. "

[englishwerewolf]

I don’t know what else to do

Except to try to dream of you

Forever you and me

Forever and ever

[rendomski]

Joyride

Inspired by this cutest art of @letshareapapou. Hope, it's okay :)

Crosshair/Tech, Hunter, Omega; G-rated.

Everyone has fun, except Hunter :).

“Where did you two steal this bike?!”

“We borrowed it for a ride,” Tech corrected.

Hunter closed his eyes wearily for a moment. “Take it back. Right now.”

“Or what?” Crosshair was plastered comfortably across Tech’s back, arms encircling his waist, an amused, lazy challenge in his voice.

“That’s exactly what we’re doing,” answered Tech, but didn’t move from the spot. Yelling at them was the last thing Hunter wanted. Actually, he was so happy to see them like this: relaxed, smiling faces flushed from the fast ride—more like a low flight, given that Tech was behind the wheel. Hunter just wished they found themselves more conventional entertainment than stealing speeder bikes from the neighbourhood.

Their lives didn’t depend anymore on skills like bike stealing. Hunter hoped so. On the contrary, they depended now on not stealing them and maintaining good relationships with the islanders.

“Tech, I mean it. We’re not stealing speeder bikes here, on Pabu.”

“But we just borrowed it—”

“What’s going on?”

Hunter turned to face Omega. “They’ve stolen a speeder. And Crosshair has been teaching Tech to lie.”

Omega’s brows shot upwards. “Oh, Crosshair, you know how to lie?”

“Shush.”

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s not stray from the point.”

“Hunter, this is my speeder.”

Hunter stared at Omega, not daring to raise a question where did Omega get it in the first place.

“I built it myself. In Tech’s workshop. He taught me,” she glared at her other two brothers. “And it was meant to be a surprise!”

“It was definitely a surprise. For Hunter,” Tech deadpaned. “So, as I said, we borrowed it for a ride.”

Then he cracked and joined Crosshair, who was already laughing himself senseless against Tech’s shoulder.

“Ew,” said Omega, scrunching her face. Hunter stole a glance at them, and, yes, Crosshair and Tech were smooching shamelessly while laughing. Tech managed to turn around while still mounting the bike, and Crosshair pulled his new goggles up, tousling his wind-swept reddish hair completely.

They were building things, not stealing them. They were laughing. They were carefree. They were all alive, and this alone seemed like a miracle Hunter found hard to believe in full even now.

Omega snuggled into his side as Hunter sighed in surrender. If they needed to play pranks on their older brother time after time, he wouldn’t even call it a price.

[bitterfishiesstuff]

Mermay au drabble

When Crosshair had gifted Tech with vambraces he'd immediately put them on. Crosshair had checked one more time that he got the fit right with a touch that seemed to linger a little longer then necessary, but he hadn't said anything. After all Tech himself often fixated on small details other would find inconsequential, whatever Crosshair was inspecting had to be important.

After a moment he'd released Techs arm and they went about their day helping the deep sea clan prepare for winter. He'd thought that would be all there was to it until he put them on the next day and Crosshair lit up. Not just his expression, but his tail glowed with a pattern Tech didn't recognize. His mate swam up to him and pressed against him, letting Tech feel the stutter in the deep sea mers breath.

"You wore them." Crosshair barely whispered against his gills, but the suprise landed through Tech like a dagger. Of course he wore them! They were practical, no then were custom for his needs. Far beyond practical. He could have traded for simple vambraces, but these were so tailored to his habits that he wasn't sure he would have been able to explain to another armor how to make them. Only someone who truly knew him could have made such a perfect set of armor.

"Of course. They are far more convenient than carrying my bag on patrol. Why would you think I would not use them?"

Crosshair stiffened against him. Instinctively he brought an arm around to comfort his partner, but only the sound of a tail scraping the walls answered him. Puzzled, Tech stroked along the long line of Crosshairs spines as he waited for some answer.

"... We may run into other mer."

"Hopefully not. After the last run in I'd think other clans would have learned I am far stronger-" Tech stopped as he felt Crosshair huff against his gills. He was missing something, something Crosshair thought was obvious. He smiled and leaned into Crosshair as he realized what his mate was getting at. "I will wear any mark you give me with pride. Although these are my second favorite."

[sergeantgoggles]

🥺 may I request CrossTech burnt umber?

I'm so sorry this took me so long, friend! I hope I did this justice!

Takes place in a Tech Lives AU post season 3.

Burnt Umber (How long until they say ‘I love you’ for the first time?)

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Crosshair’s legs were pulled up to his chest, and he hugged them tightly as he watched the waves crash onto the shore. Pabu was pretty, that was something that he could admit freely. What he enjoyed specifically was the sun on his skin, bathing him in warmth after spending so long in the cold rain, or cold space, or cold snow, or worse, the cold of the prison he had been kept in. He allowed that warmth to consume him, let it heat him to his bones, and he basked in every glorious moment of sunlight he could get.

Something else he enjoyed, though it was harder for him to verbalize, was seeing his family at peace. They all had their scars, their nightmares. Even Omega had been known to bolt upright with a scream in the dead of night from time to time, something that they had never wanted for her, but still a side effect of the trauma she’d endured since leaving Kamino. They were always there for her, though, all of them, and that was worth something, especially when he could watch her run around the island with Batcher in tow, and usually one of the others not far behind them.

A small smile turned up his lips as he watched her splash on the shore, Wrecker keeping watch over her idly as he spoke with some of the locals. At the same time, arms circled his shoulders, and he found himself easily leaning into the touch.

“I could have been anyone,” Tech teased as he followed Crosshair’s line of sight over his shoulder. “Your paranoia seems to be decreasing.”

Crosshair scoffed but made no motion to push Tech away. “You ruined it.”

“Ruined what, exactly?” Tech pondered. “I was simply pointing out that you are not as skittish as you were when you first returned from the Empire.”

“That,” Crosshair drawled. “I’m sunbathing. Don’t bring up cold memories.”

Tech hummed. “I see. In that case, might I add something that might warm you up further?”

“Perhaps,” Crosshair mused, “what did you have in mind?”

His head was tipped back and Tech’s lips slotted with his own, an easy, familiar thing that puts his bones at ease. Kissing Tech was as natural as breathing. Their relationship, while wholly unexplainable, was simply something that made sense to him. He had questioned it in the beginning, afraid of what it meant on a deeper level, but allowing Tech in, exploring this side of their relationship together, was the best decision he’d ever made.

They parted, and Crosshair chased his lips for another before Tech could refuse.

“It has been 1,826.25 days since we shared our first kiss,” Tech informed him, and if he was a little breathless, well, Crosshair tried not to look smug about it.

“You were keeping count?” He chuckled. Of course, Tech had.

Tech nodded, and then, in a flash of nervousness that Crosshair almost missed, chewed on his bottom lip. It was odd, because Tech wasn’t the nervous type. He was an ‘act now, apologize later’ kind of person, and it was one of the traits that Crosshair found endearing, if not entirely annoying, about him.

“Tech?” he pressed, hoping to get something more from him. Crosshair didn’t like pushing him. Tech was the type that needed space to sort out his thoughts but kissing him shouldn’t have given him this much pause.

After a moment, Tech slid out from behind and moved to sit next to him, legs dangling over the outlook wall, and Crosshair instinctively steadied him. He might not have been there when Tech fell on Eriadu, but he would die to keep it from happening again. Only once Crosshair ensured that he was steady did he let his gaze refocus to the eyes now scarred from where his goggles had cracked. He could still get lost in them, how they were the same color as his, but warmer, because Tech was warm, kind, smart, beautiful in every sense. Tech was everything he wasn’t.

Even now, five years since their first kiss, Crosshair was so enamored with him.

“I love you,” Tech breathed out in a rush, “and now this is day one of telling you that I do for the rest of our lives. I know you are not fond of overly emot—”

“I love you, too,” Crosshair replied with a smile that he’d never given anyone else, “and I hate overly emotional sentiments, but I look forward to saying it back everyday for the rest of our lives.”

Tech’s blush was as magnificent as watching the sun descend into the ocean. His glow was as bright as the sun itself, and the warmth that radiated from the sheepish grin that spread on his lips was something that Crosshair could spend forever in.

“You know you could have said this years ago, right?” Crosshair nudged him with his shoulder, earning him a chuckle as they leaned into one another.

“You could have said it first,” Tech countered, lacing their fingers together. In the sands below, Hunter had joined Omega on the beach and twirled her as they danced in the light of sunset. Wrecker laughed, exclaiming he was next to be twirled, and Crosshair was suddenly very glad that he and Tech were far away enough to have this moment together. Peace blossomed in his chest, and he turned to press a kiss to Tech’s head.

“Yeah, I could have,” he admitted, “but this was perfect.”

[brooks-skirata]

I made this CrossTech sketch, I stopped finishing it a long time ago because before it took me days or weeks to make the sketch, and also I could make the crosshair silhouette to the idea I had because before it only looked incomplete.

I also uploaded it to Twitter or X

@alizee_vendicee

[dumb-djarin]

so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[lornaka]

If you ever need us, we'll be there.

[boggsart]

audio seemed fitting

[yunyun160]

Commissioned from @ijlii

The only thing I requested for... was to have the hand go through his belt around his legs...🔥 Thank you, my friend... truly understand me... perfectly captured the feeling I wanted, I'm on my knees crying.😭

[zaana]

On the last Bad Batch eve, thank you from the bottom of my heart to the creators, the fandom, and the wonderful people i've met ❣️ TBB and these characters mean more to me than i could ever put into words, and they will stay a part of me forever

[englishwerewolf]

And they retired to Pabu and lived together and nothing bad ever happened ever again

Close up:

[rendomski]

The Bad Batch fic rec: Charon's Forgotten

Dear fandom, we need to talk about “Charon's Forgotten” by @bitterfishiesstuff because it is the best Imperial!Batch AU I've ever read. Maybe even one of a kind. Tech and Wrecker fall under the influence of the chip and are conditioned to serve the Empire, first separately and later alongside Crosshair, and all end up in a relationship, bumpy and complicated. All bear their scars, literal and figurative. Navigating the intrigues of the Imperial Security Bureau isn't what they were trained for, and it changes and shapes their relationships. The story is twisted, often brutal (mind the warnings!), and fascinating. It is not a happy, optimistic AU where the characters get to see the light, sooner or later. But they make the best of the worst circumstances. And if not light, there is love for them, a lot of love.

[bitterfishiesstuff]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62085049

Angel Crosshair and Demon Tech fluffy short. Again this is inspired by @letshareapapou 's au(sorry I'm tagging you so much recently!)

rateing: g

pairing: Crosstech

summary: Crosshair doesn't do mornings

I'm going to draw a comic for this idea too, this went from silly to more of a speed run world building-ish thing. I want to draw grumpy Crosshair needing his coffee/caff