Crosshair and his beloved Aurora Dawn, from my ongoing series Half-Moon Glow
Aurora is an incredibly skilled medic in the GAR. After having worked with the 212th with great success, Commander Cody himself recommends her as a medic to the unorthodox Clone Force 99. Shortly before her reassignment, Aurora meets the team's sniper, and the two embark in a very steamy yet very messy relationship. However, it isn't long before the two become inseparable, and even the stubborn and sarcastic Crosshair can't deny the intensity of his feelings for Aurora.
Here is another digital art piece by me, this time honoring one of my favorite self-insert OCs!! Aurora is meant to highlight the more soft-spoken parts of me, but she's one of those characters whose great strength manifests even in her gentleness.
I had a ton of fun practicing shading and drawing faces from a profile view, and the design of Aurora's outfit was pretty fun to do too. Notice how she has a bit of armor in her right forearm - without spoilers, it's given to her in a very important part of the story. I also included a breast pocket on her shirt, which actually has importance in the story. On her belt, she has the 99 symbol in the signature red color, highlighting that she is now part of Clone Force 99.
Last but not least, I'm fawning over the fact that I got to draw Crosshair, and oh my goodness, he looks stunning. I had to give him a lil stubble and I'll admit I drew the top half only in his black undershirt because I was a little too afraid of drawing his armor. I plan on going back and adding the rest of the armor, though I'll do that once I have a bit more practice. It just feels really special to draw this character who's meant so much to me with what is essentially a version of myself.
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OOOOOH OKAY OKAY OKAY
How about Tsukki + enemies or rivals to lovers + there’s only one bed?
only one bed trope...... smirks. side note but i think tsukishima is MAAADEEE for enemies/rivals to lovers. like seriously he just... it WORKS with him. i need him.
cw: it's an almost HATE FUCK (they don't fuck), heavy makeout, mentions of painful biting, tsukishima says some shitty things abt reader's past sexual endeavors, idk they grind a little
"you know, if you'd just fucking move over, we'd have more room," you spit at him, kicking his leg beneath the covers.
"you mean you'd have more room," he corrects, rolling his eyes and turning to face away from you.
poor planning is an unfortunate thing, even more so when it directly inconveniences you. that's what led to this situation, poor planning.
you and tsukishima are both involved in your university's respective sports division. kei plays on the volleyball team and you are on the cheer team. it's not often that your team gets sent on their away games to cheer, but this is the semi-finals and the university saw fit to send you all to stand and cheer court side.
if you had your way, you'd be miles away right now, probably fucking around with someone on the baseball team. but no. instead, you're sat next to the one person on this earth who genuinely makes you hateful, and you wouldn't call yourself a hateful person by any means.
arrogant, self-involved, and snarky beyond belief, tsukishima kei is the worst person you've ever met. you're certain that he'd say the same thing about you and for once, you don't mind that he thinks you're probably a slutty, selfish, bitch. funniest thing about it is that he also happens to be in your major and the two of you constantly remain tied for top of the class.
you'd like to say that it was the school that fucked up. you'd like to say that they happened to accidentally put you and tsukishima in a room with just one bed, but that's not true. the truth of it is that the two of you just happened to be stupid enough to miss the bus and, after spending a day catching the odd bus to get closer to sendai, have ended up stranded in a middle of bum fuck nowhere inn with one single room and a western style full sized bed.
"why don't you sleep on the floor?" you snap.
you hear tsukishima sigh behind you, feeling the press of his back against yours as it expands, "because then i'd be uncomfortable?"
"ya know, shouldn't protecting my decency come before comfort?" you retort, speaking over your shoulder.
you feel him sit up, rolling so that he's propped up on his elbow and facing you. when you turn, it places you face to face with his chest. you can smell his deodorant on him and he's so close that you're certain he can feel your breath on him.
"i think it might be a little late to protect your decency," he snaps, wrinkling his nose and twisting his face into a nasty expression. "shouldn't you have some left to do that?"
you scowl at him, rolling your eyes. "asshole."
"so you've mentioned."
you both lay down facing the ceiling. your shoulders are pressed deeply into each other and his warmth bleeds into the points of contact like water. every time he inhales, you feel it and it spurs you to do the same until your breathing is synced up.
"why'd you have to miss the bus too," he sighs, putting his hand over his face.
"i could say the same thing," you huff.
"yeah, i bet you can't fuckin' stand being here right now, right?" he sits up again, sneering. "too fuckin' pretty and popular to be sharing a bed, yeah?"
"shut up," you warn.
"bet you'd rather be with those baseball dickheads you fuck so often."
"shut up, kei," his tongue has always been sharp, but he's seriously pissing you off. not that you regret anything you've done.
"you fucked your way through all of them yet?"
you sit up, indignant at what he's saying.
"you paying that much attention to my sex life, tsukishima?" you sneer back, narrowing your eyes. "you like thinking about who i fuck like a pervert?"
you tilt your head as he presses his lips into a line.
"come on, tell me," you press venomously, chest to chest with him. "you think about how i spread my legs for them? touch yourself wishing it was you? get fucking real, kei. you only hate me because you want to fuck me that badly."
you're face to face with him now and you can feel his breath across your face. his chest heaves with anger, as does yours and the obscene words you've just said. then, you kiss him.
he immediately starts kissing you back, hands coming up to rest on against your hips. he bites at you first, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and you laugh at the display, tugging at his shirt to get him to take it off.
there's a desperate hunger inside of you, clawing to feel his skin, to feel the warmth of it pressed against you. you hate him so badly that touching him almost hurts. it makes you want to scream in the best possible way. you want to make him cry, to see him crumble under your fingertips. there's this terrible desire to consume him entirely.
when his chest is exposed, you quickly pull yourself over his hips to straddle him, letting him sit up to meet you halfway. the expanse of his chest presses against yours and you groan under it's warmth, rolling your hips to sate the desperation rising in you. kei grows hard underneath you, pressing against your inner thigh as he drags his tongue down your neck and bites hard on your shoulder. you yelp, laughing to yourself. who'd have thought kei had it in him.
"was i right?" you tease angrily, pushing him backward hard enough that he bounces. "you think about me fucking all those other guys and wish it was you, kei?"
you tongue down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, which heaves harder the lower you get. under your chest, you feel his cock stir.
"i fucking hate you," he grits his teeth, color painting his cheeks.
"yeah?" you say, pressing your mouth to his bulge. "well, i can't fuckin' stand you either."
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