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[starrylothcat]

Crosshair with any of the following spicy prompts: 8, 13, 15, 17, or 20. It's up to you! Or Crosshair with any of the spicy prompt of your choice

Hello dear, dear anon. I feel blessed with all these options! Now I turn this blessing into SIN!

I chose…#20 “I love seeing all these markings on you.”

Marked

Summary: Crosshair loves marking you up with his mouth.

Pairing: Crosshair x GN Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Hickey/biting kink? We all know he has an oral fixation. Use of kitten as petname, reader not described.

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You wiggled under Crosshair’s grasp, his one hand pinning both your wrists above your head as his other hand rolled and twisted your nipple under his long, skilled fingers. You gasped at the sensation and felt Crosshair smirk against your neck. He was licking and nipping right under your ear, rutting his rigid cock against your thigh and loving how you were writhing under his hold.

“C-Cross…” You gasped as he pulled on your erect nipple, arousal burning in your veins, spreading from head to toe as he sucked against your neck.

You whined at the feeling of him leaving a hickey, desperate for your hands to be free so you could touch him, feel his stiff cock under your hands, but he wouldn’t let you.

Not yet.

“Easy, kitten.” Crosshair tightened his hold around your wrists, now licking the bruise that would be highly visible on your neck tomorrow morning.

“I’m not done.”

Crosshair kissed down your neck further, nibbling, biting, tasting, and leaving more marks as he went, his free hand now giving equal attention to your other nipple.

You were now bucking up against him, hoping to gain some friction from his cock on your now dripping arousal.

Crosshair grunted at your actions, steadfast in keeping your hands trapped above your head as he continued his work. He wasn’t finished with you yet.

Crosshair was now kissing his way back up the other side of your neck, more marks left behind in his wake.

Your body was on fire, longing for more, for his mouth to be elsewhere, for your hands to feel his skin twitch and flex as he pounds into you.

His low hums of satisfaction against your skin were getting louder, reacting to every sigh that left your lips with each pass of his tongue and canines against your neck.

Finally, Crosshair pulled away from you, gazing down at your pleasured face with a satisfied smirk, his hand still teasing your pert nipple.

“I love seeing all these markings on you. My markings.” His eyes darkened, admiring his work as you squirmed under his grip, hoping he would release you.

“Crosshair, please…I need more.” Your cry for him was pathetic and you knew it, but your craving for him was reaching critical levels.

Crosshair finally released your wrists, deciding you’ve earned your freedom. Your hands flew to the side of his head, bringing him for a heated kiss, your fingers digging into his silver locks.

Crosshair leaned on his forearms around your head, his naked body finally, fully pressing into yours, swallowing one another’s groans as your feverish kiss intensified. Your mouths devoured one another’s until you were in need of air. Crosshair pulled away, allowing you to catch the breaths you needed.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You’ll get more.” His voice was gravel, laced with intense desire as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss over one of the many blotches on your neck. The gentle moment didn’t last long, though.

You yelped as Crosshair quickly and suddenly moved down between your legs, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. His eyes met yours momentarily, focused and glinting with dark promise.

He growled as he sank his teeth into the highly sensitive and soft flesh of your inner thigh, loving the way your legs twitched and your hips bucked against him. Loving your choked moan taking the form of his name, loving that only he could make you feel this way, and that he will be able to see these marks for days, reminding you both of what you shared.

“Plenty more.”

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[clone-anon]

Late Nights (Crosshair x GN Werewolf Reader)

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: Brief mention of nudity, fluff

A/N: This is for @anxiouspineapple99's 2023 Halloween party! I couldn't submit it, so here it is. This is my first time participating in something like this and it was a lot of fun.

Also tagging @staycalmandhugaclone since she asked

“Okay. Gotta go. Bye.” You sighed as you headed back home as quickly as possible. While you enjoyed your time with the Batch, especially Crosshair, you knew it was a full moon.  Well, one of them.  Why did you have to settle down on a planet with more than one moon?  Being a Werewolf was enough stress what with transforming whether you wanted to or not.  You entered your home and checked the perimeter, making sure no one was around.  Stripping down before your nightfall transformation had become a habit at this point.  It avoided tearing apart clothes by becoming a seven-and-a-half-foot tall, 15-foot-long beast. You were grateful to live on the edge of town, protected by trees and rocks.

Crosshair squinted slightly when you said you had to go for the evening. You tried to be consistent, never letting on that there might be a pattern to your early departures, but you seemed more nervous sometimes.  He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell there was something you wanted to keep to yourself.  He didn’t like being pushed for information, so he wasn’t going to push you either, despite the fact that he felt a certain affinity for you and wanted to be let in.

As Crosshair pondered what might be going on with you while simultaneously trying to calm his feelings for you, Omega and Wrecker put their gear on.

“What’s this about,” Hunter asked.

“We’re going to the forest,” Omega said with a grin.

“Some of the local kids say there’s a werewolf and we’re goin’ to check it out,” Wrecker said with a shrug. “Pretty sure it’s nothin’.”

“But it could be something,” Omega said, buzzing with excitement.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Echo replied.

“If you do happen to find an unfamiliar species,” said Tech, “take a holo. I want to see it.”

Crosshair had a fleeting thought of coming with them but decided against it.  He was still recuperating after being rescued, although it had been several months since they had all settled in town in search of a quiet location.

Wrecker and Omega walked down the path toward the forest which was in the direction of your home.  For a moment Wrecker thought he should have asked you if you had information on this werewolf, seeing as you were closer to the recent sightings. The sun was setting, but it wasn’t long before they needed their lights.  Omega chose the direction of travel and Wrecker made a note of anything that moved.  By this point he was certain there wasn’t anything out there, that it had just been kids talking, and after about an hour suggested going back home.

“Wait,” Omega said in a whisper. This time she was sure the rustling leaves were more than just rustling leaves. Wrecker crouched down next to her and moved his light, searching for anything out of the ordinary. His light shone on a pile of gray fur huddled in a ball, partially obscured by a large tree.  They gasped as they spotted you and you froze, trying to avoid showing your face. You covered your eyes with your paws. Wrecker and Omega each tilted their heads to the side.

“This werewolf doesn’t look scary at all,” Omega said. You rolled your eyes.

“Funny,” Wrecker said, staring at you, taking a holopic.

“I’m not scary,” you growled.

“It talks,” they both exclaimed.

“Yes, I talk,” you replied, moving to still obscure yourself in the darkness of night. Your voice was deeper with a gravel to it, and it seemed to be just enough for them to avoid guessing your identity.

“What kind of werewolf doesn’t eat people,” Omega asked.

“My kind,” you replied. “Not all werewolves hunt. I protect.”

“Ohhhhhh,” Wrecker said. “That’s kinda cool.”

They both decided that since you posed no threat and they got to see you, then their mission was accomplished, and they could go home. It was a bit anticlimactic, but you were fine with that.  You curled into a ball against an outcropping of rocks and tried to get some sleep on this otherwise uneventful full moon night. You had been trying to avoid them, but they were good at tracking. Not as good as Hunter, who would have sniffed you out immediately, but still, you’d spent the better part of an hour trying to sneak between trees and avoid detection.  Heading toward town meant risking more people seeing you, so you couldn’t do that, and you couldn’t risk going into your own home or they might worry for you what with not knowing it was you in a different form.  You couldn’t stop instinct driving you to patrol the premises.  It was all you did on nights like this.  The occasional bear showed up and you scared it off, but it was usually a calm town with little need of your services.  Frankly, you’d rather be sleeping in your bed, but sleeping outside and keeping an eye out seemed to be all you could do during the full moon.

The next day, Wrecker and Omega told you all about what happened the previous night. It was interesting to hear their story from their side of it, but you were glad they hadn’t noticed it was you. You were a little worried that as word got out, people might all come looking for you, but it seemed no one was too bothered since you weren’t hurting anyone. This came as a relief.

“Where do you think the werewolf goes during the day,” Omega asked.

“I’m sure they hide somewhere,” Tech said. “Or they transform back into their primary species’ form.”

You avoided any input you might have to offer there. Instead, you were much more interested in spending time with a certain sniper. Ever since you met him he kept an eye on you and at first it made you feel a bit uneasy. That is, until Echo told you it meant he liked you. This information made you feel braver than you would otherwise, and you asked him if he wanted to join you for a walk.

“Don’t you need to go soon,” he asked, noting the time with a bit of a grin.

“Not tonight,” you answered. You walked together through town and down past the forest. The sun started setting and the fireflies came out. You sat on a large boulder overlooking a lake. Conversation was light, but you could tell a lot about each other just by looking and sharing each other’s space. There was something so comforting in not having to put everything into words all the time. He put his hand next to yours and his fingertips slowly made their way onto your hand, almost testing to see if it was okay. You smiled at him and interlaced your fingers with his. You brought his hand up to your lips and left a kiss on his knuckles. He looked a little stunned so you shrugged shyly and said “I like you.”

So quiet it was almost lost in the breeze, he responded, “I like you too.”

You went on walks together every evening as long as it wasn’t a full moon. You tried to not reveal a pattern in your availability, blaming work or household chores, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. Crosshair was all too eager to get away with you too. His hint of a smile started turning more into a pleased grin every time he saw you. He was less concerned with keeping up an appearance of not caring when it came to you.

Tonight, you couldn’t meet with him. The changing seasons meant the days were shorter and it was a full moon tonight. You slipped out of your clothes and just out the back door right as you began to transform. The cool air hit your skin and short hair, sending a chill down your spine just as your hair grew longer, protecting you from the elements. You closed the door behind you with a kick of your back paw and headed down the route you took around town. Everything was quiet until you arrived at the lake. You stopped. Crosshair was sitting on the same boulder, looking out at the water. Although you kept your distance and could normally disappear into the dark forest, Crosshair’s eyes saw more than anyone else.  You tried to quietly back away, but he turned and watched you. He moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth while his eyes scanned you. You could run, but to where? You felt frozen and your instincts drew you to walk the route at least once on these nights. You couldn’t turn away.

You growled at him as the moon lit up all your features, leaving nothing hidden.  All you could think was, “go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Crosshair hopped off the large rock, tossed his toothpick, and watched you intently. He wasn’t scared or concerned. He just watched, taking slow steps toward you.

“I know you,” he said. “The look in your eyes. It’s you.” He smiled.

Your ears laid back on your head before perking up toward him. You let out a little whimper.

He reached to touch your soft cheek. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

You finally spoke. “I was scared.”  The change in your voice and your appearance left you feeling so self-conscious in front of him.

He huffed lightly, taking in your form, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.  “Don’t be scared,” he said reassuringly. He started walking.

“Where are you going,” you asked.

“You were walking along this path, headed this way,” he replied. And so he joined you on your walk. Now that there was no need to hide it, you decided to answer any question he had.

“It’s not like in some of the stories,” you said. “I’m aware of who I am. I don’t lose my mind. I’ve never killed anything or anyone. I just have this drive to go outside and patrol, but not much happens around here. And of course, I can speak, which some people seem to be more afraid of than anything.”

“How did it happen,” he asked. “Were you born this way?”

“I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. My grandmother was this way too.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Walking on all fours is different. And the hair. And being really tall. Or, well, long, I guess. The tail is kind of weird too, but you get used to it. I don’t know any other way than to walk two lives that are somehow both mine.”

Not even halfway through the night, you’d made it all around the town by this point and were back near your home. You laid down and he sat near you. You got up and curled around him, your tail resting in his lap.

“Aren’t you going home,” you asked.

“I am home,” he replied. You nuzzled your nose against his side and he rested his arm around your head. You both fell asleep.

Knowing your secret led to a new feeling of closeness between you. Crosshair never told anyone and joined you on the nights you patrolled. He started bringing Firepuncher, insisting that if you were keeping everyone safe, he should be prepared too. Eventually he moved in with you and your house really felt like home with him. As much as he hated the winter, he still stayed outside with you on those harsh nights.  You tried to encourage him to stay home and in a warm bed.

“I don’t like it when you’re out there and I’m in here alone,” he said before resting his forehead on yours in a keldabe kiss. He stayed outside with you, no matter the weather.

On one particularly cold night, the snow and ice were coming down heavily. You didn’t want to go outside and certainly wouldn’t if it weren’t for the werewolf in you. Just before you knew your transformation was coming, you tried to convince him to stay.

“Why don’t you stay inside, Crosshair? It’s cold and wet. You hate the cold.”

He shook his head as he threw on another layer of clothing and grabbed Firepuncher.

After you walked around the town’s perimeter, he stayed close to you, his eyes seeing even things you could not. It was mercifully peaceful, every being finding what shelter they could.  You curled up in your usual spot. Crosshair sat down and curled up against you. You wrapped your body tighter around him, using your fur to protect him from the bitterness.  He leaned against you and rested his head against your neck, seeking warmth. You tried one more time to get him to go back inside, your warm home so close.

“I love you more than I hate the cold,” he replied. “Something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less alone.” You hummed the most loving growl you could. You realized that he’s not just out there to help you protect the town. He’s there to protect you from those that fear anything other than the familiar, from those that mean you harm, and from those who think that killing a werewolf would make them a hero. Even though that had never been a worry for you before, he wanted to keep you safe.

As dawn came, the sky cleared. You both got up and walked toward home. Even though the back door of your home opened up to forest, was not too close to your neighbors, and all their windows faced away, Crosshair still kept an eye out, making sure no one noticed you. Just before you changed form, he grabbed a blanket from just inside the door and threw it over you.  You started to change back and he made sure the blanket covered you. Not that he minded the sight, but it was incredibly cold out.  He scooped you up and walked you through the door, kissing your forehead, and happy to be home with you again.

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[and-claudias-world]

It's Been a Long, Long Time (Crosshair x gn! reader)

My main account is currently shadowbanned and I am blocked from being able to get/recive messages, tag people, comment and if you have my notifications on for my main blog then those aren't going through either. So I am posting this here.

THIS IS NOT MY MAIN BLOG!!! This is: @and-claudia

This is a part two of this fic: The End of The World

Warnings: None really besides of hints of a possible spoiler froms2 ep12 but not really

Based on the song It's Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James

Words: 1037

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Week 20: 

“Why can’t we be going somewhere warmer?” I whined from beside Tech in the cockpit. 

“Well, Rex said this was urgent so unfortunately we don’t get the pick of missions.” He said with a shrug. 

“Listen, this place is supposedly crawling with Stormtroopers now. We get in, we get out. Rex even said that if we can’t locate him quickly, leave. He knew this was going to be risky, that’s why he gave it to us.” Hunter said as he came in. 

“Who is it? Do we know him?” I asked. 

“Echo said someone named Mayday.” Hunter said. 

I cringed slightly at his name, I still missed him dearly. He left about 7 weeks ago to join Rex. I finally accepted the fact that Crosshair was gone, so now losing my best friend was like salt in the wound, but I couldn’t keep him from what he wanted, I knew that. 

We stayed in touch though which helped, it just wasn’t the same. 

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“There!” I yelled, seeing a figure slumped against the rocks. 

“There is no clear landing, Hunter and Wrecker must propel down to save them.” Tech said from where he sat, flying the ship. 

“Go! Hurry before we’re spotted.” I said ushering them toward the door to help them get strapped in. 

As they lowered down I called out to Omega, “Start gathering all the blankets you can find. They’re going to be freezing when they get here.” 

It felt like forever until Hunter was coming back up. He had one of the men in his arms. 

“He’s already gone.” He said once he was back on the ship. I sighed. 

“Damn it. Take him to the back, there’s a bag I think. We’ll take care of him once we land again. What about his friend?” I asked. 

Hunter didn’t answer, just walked past me to put Mayday in the body bag. 

“Alright, Tiny! We’re coming up!” I heard Wrecker say through his com, he had to yell over the wind. 

I waited by the door to help pull him in once he was up. My focus was solely on getting him to safety I didn’t even realize who it was with him. It wasn’t until the ship door was closed and Hunter had joined us once again that I turned to face the man shivering in the middle of the ship. When my eyes met his brown ones, I froze. The moment we made eye contact though, he averted his gaze downward, scared to look at me. 

I stepped forward until I was right in front of him. My eyes scanned every inch of him that they could. I turned back to Hunter. 

“Is this real?” My voice was just barely above a whisper. 

He gave a small nod and I turned back to Crosshair. 

My eyes began to water, seeing him right here. I never thought that I would ever see him again, let alone be this close to him. I felt like I should be saying something, anything. But nothing would come out. Words could wait. I didn't need words to be able to show him how much I missed him. 

“Yn-” He began to say my name but I shook my head and brought my hands up to his cheeks. 

“Just kiss me.” 

And he did. 

He kissed me once. He tried to pull away but only enough to catch his breath and then he kissed me twice. Then again, a quick breath of air then he was kissing me once again. 

He pulled away for the last time, but just to rest his forehead against mine. 

“It’s been a long time, doll.” His voice sent a warmth through me. 

My heart swelled at his voice, it filled with a love that I hadn’t felt since… I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt like this. I nodded and tried to wipe my tears away. 

“Let’s get you warmed up, yeah?” I asked. 

He nodded and allowed me to lead him over to the heater and then cover him in blankets. I refused to leave his side. It felt like if I left he’d disappear from me once again. Omega brought him a thermos of hot tea to help as well which he was grateful for. We didn’t say much, just reveled in the fact that we were together once again. Eventually, the night was coming to an end and it was time for everyone to begin to settle down. 

Crosshair had warmed back up to his normal body temperature. 

“You should go to bed.” He finally said. 

I had my head resting on his shoulder already, “Come with me?” I asked quietly. 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he nudged me off of his shoulder and stood up, offering me his hand. He lead us back to the bunk we had shared a long time ago. I found him a change of clothes from the sweats and shirts I used to steal from him. We both got changed and then settled down in the bunk. I had forgotten how much of a squeeze it was to have two people sleep in the tight space, but it felt so right. 

The ship was quiet and so when I spoke up again, I did my best to keep it as quiet as possible. 

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” I said. 

“Hm?” 

“You coming back… I knew your chip was gone back then… but I don’t even care about all of that. You’re home, that’s all I care about.” I said, sitting up a little to look at his face a little better. 

He nodded, “And I’m not leaving ever again.” 

I leaned over to give him a kiss, then I settled back down. My head was resting on his chest. I felt him press another kiss to the top of my head, before pressing them there again, but this time they lingered much longer. 

When he finally pulled back he whispered a quiet, “Good night.” 

I would have returned it if I wasn’t already halfway asleep. I hadn’t fallen asleep this quickly in a long, long time. With him next to me, everything was as it should be. 

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AN: You've got it darlin~! I present to you, Crosshair.

To say that this relationship is a slow burn is an understatement.

Crosshair is a bit of a grouch by nature. One known for his biting remarks and astute observations, but he's a recluse nonetheless.

The only way I see you meeting is on a job. Sure, there's a very slim chance that you might've caught him and the boys on a trip to 79s, but the real development came when you both were forced to work together.

Whether you were some sort of Jedi, senator, or even some offset of clones- it doesn't matter. He tolerated you at first, but that was about it.

Your penchant for cheeky, albeit well-mannered teasing likely was the cause of this. He saw it similar to how he'd put up with Wrecker and his habit of invading his personal space with droid heads.

Something he could live with.

This was until you started joining in when he was teasing the regs.

Considering the fact that the batch and the regs don't particularly get along, per se- well, certain groups of them at least- he found the fact that you'd pipe in and play off his words rather amusing.

Never until that moment did he think that you'd ever grow on him.

As for you with him, it'd be quite the same. He wouldn't be the friendliest man in the batch when you first met him. The others- Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Hunter- Hell, even Omega would've all been fairly quick to befriend you. They're all rather amicable and understanding, if not kind.

But Crosshair? He's stubborn.

This means that you would've fallen victim to at least a few remarks, assuming you didn't have enough of a reputation to keep him at bay, to start with.

At a certain point, you both annoying each other became somewhat of a game.

The two of you stayed up to keep watch one night, sitting in silence, save for the rare instances you'd stop to discuss details of the mission come morning. Playful bickering ensued, but you kept it quiet so the others could sleep, eyes focused on the fire in front of you.

You both kept an eye on each other during these times. Half for the sake of the mission, half for a myriad of reasons that neither of you would dare to admit to each other.

For him, it'd have started out as wariness. Making sure you weren't a threat to his brothers, as well as keeping an eye out for any material he might be able to use later. It wouldn't do to be underprepared if you were to attempt to tease him, after all.

That gradually evolved into curiosity.

He observed as you'd pick up souvenirs on the planets you'd traverse together, pocketing all manner of glass, wood, and rocks you harvested from the outdoors when you thought the batchers weren't looking.

He'd take note of the many hours you spent, looking up at the night sky or staring out into the galaxy through the glass of the cockpit. The way you'd seem to naturally gravitate to the shade when outdoors, and how you'd always appeared to be more at ease when they infiltrated bases during the cooler months.

He observed from the sidelines as you talked to Hunter and the others about tattoos, and who the best person would be to get them from as he polished his gun.

Crosshair would pretend he didn't notice when you followed up that conversation a few days later with a brand new tattoo, catching sight of it when part of your outfit pulled back to reveal it, newly wrapped, with you too busy petting a puppy you found to even notice.

He took note of your dislikes too.

The way you would complain about the overwhelming heat on some of the warmer planets you'd visit, the dark hues of the armor you bore not helping you in the slightest.

The way you blanched when you realized some of the cuisine he and the boys were eating was much too spicy for you to handle, immediately regretting all your life choices after you tried it and he and some of the other batchers jumped on the opportunity to tease you. Meanwhile, Hunter was the one to offer you some milk to help.

How you almost always chose to operate on the backlines with him, instead of going headfirst into the loud, blaring chaos of battle with the others.

Oh, he noticed.

Crosshair would never admit it. But he did.

He didn't know why he did. How you managed to grow on him so much over the time you'd operated together. It wasn't supposed to be that way... and yet...

You were one of the few people he enjoyed being around.

The way you two could go from teasing each other relentlessly to intimidating people with just a glance was an amusing sight to behold.

Terrifying for those who didn't know you.

They'd assume that you both were glaring and clearly not fond of them, but the truth would often be far from it.

You and Crosshair spending some time alone after a rough mission, cuddled up and basking in each other's company, enjoying the silence.

It took him longer than he'd care to admit to realize just how he really felt.

You're laying back in a hospital bed, bacta applied to your wounds in the sterile, white room that was the medbay after an infiltration mission. You all had succeeded, but it had come at a terrible cost.

He'd have avoided going with his brothers unless they dragged him along, and yet, he'd find himself hovering by the medbay doors whenever he was alone. Wondering if you were okay.

He blamed himself.

Had he been quicker, had his shot been more accurate- even if just by a centimeter, you would've been fine.

And so he found himself wandering in, watching your sleeping form as you recovered, holding your hand.

... And threatening you to keep your mouth shut when he realized you'd been awake the entire time.

You just smiled, teasing him all the same.

And it was then that he realized how much he'd fallen for you.

AN: I might've gotten carried away-

May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep.

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[and-claudia]

The End of The World (Crosshair x gn!reader)

Word Count: 748

Warnings: ANGST, no happy ending, mentions of not wanting to live anymore (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE TRIGGERED BY THIS)

Based on the song: End of the World by Skeeter Davis

Week 1: It’s been 5 days, one whole week since we left Crosshair on that platform. Before it was easy to keep going because I had a goal that I was working towards. I was working towards getting him back, saving him, bringing him home. But now… now that he was truly gone, I had nothing. Crosshair was my everything. He was my light. Without him, it felt like everything would stop, but it hadn’t, it still hasn’t and it won’t. Right now as I sit here and write this, on the beach some random planet I’ve lost track of, the sun is still shining down on me, mocking me with its cheerful warmth. The waves still rush the beach and crash onto the shore. I wish there was a way I could tell them that my world was over, that they could stop. The Crosshair I knew was gone, and with him so was his love. 

Week 5: Five weeks, 25 days. How had it been so long? Perhaps all the missions we were running for Cid were distracting me from the time. But now that we had a small break, everything came rushing back. My world was ending once again, but, just as before, it was only for me. Nothing else slowed. The birds still sang their all-too-cheery songs as that happily in their trees. At night the stars still glowed, just as they had on all the night Crosshair and I would go sneak out to look at them. He would show me all the different systems and stars and planets we could see from the planet we were currently on. I loved watching the stars with him. Now when I look up, I no longer see the stars, I see the pinholes made in my heart that cause me now to feel empty as all the love was forced out when he left. 

Week 7: A month. I can’t do this. I can’t keep going on with them. They’re all so seemingly fine without him. Like nothing has changed for them. How? HOW? It wasn’t fair. Echo found me last night, crying outside the ship. He asked me what was wrong. I was honest. I told him that I was wondering why everything was the same way that it was before we lost Crosshair for good. I told him that I just can’t understand how everything and everyone around me is just going on the same way that it always had before we lost him. How were they all okay with this? His silence broke me even more. I asked him if they even cared that he was gone. He said that of course he was, Crosshair was still his brother, but there just wasn’t anything they could do for him anymore. I nodded, deep down I knew he was right, but that didn’t take away the stinging, the emptiness, the hurt, the loss, the yearning. 

Week 10:

I was sitting with Echo late tonight in the cockpit. Although I was there physically, mentally I was somewhere else. I was thinking of Crosshair. It had been 50 days since I had seen him. Since he had forced me to say goodbye to him. 

“Echo, why am I here?” I asked suddenly causing him to turn to me. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“Why am I here still? Why is my heart still beating?” 

He shook his head, “Please don’t say that, Yn. You have so many reasons to be here, to be alive.” 

I shook my head, “He was everything, Echo. Crosshair was the one who found me, got me back on my feet, made me about of the Bad Batch, made me feel like I was worthy of being loved, made me feel loved… He’s gone, Echo, GONE! My world ended when he said goodbye. So tell me, Echo, if my world ended then, 10 weeks ago, then, why, WHY has everything continued on around me? Why do I waste my time crying over him if there’s nothing I can do?” I was sobbing at this point. 

Echo looked at me sadly before standing up and pulling me up to stand as well. Once I was, he was hugging me. 

“Because you love him. Not loved, but love still. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to get worse before it gets better… but it will get better.” He said gently. 

I pulled back slightly, “How?” 

“I don’t know… I wish I did.” 

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[neon-junkie]

How would TBB react to seeing the reader about to leave on a night out dressed up in a super hot outfit?

Gender-neutral reader, but feminine presenting. Words like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' are used!

Hunter - Even with half of his face tattooed, he still manages to blush through the thickness of the ink. - He's truly lost for words. - Hunter has an adorable stutter as he compliments, "wow, you look… nice- I mean, incredible. Good. Beautiful?" - Hunter then facepalms as he scolds himself for picking "nice" as his first compliment. Ugh, you look so much more than nice! - You'll both be giggling as Hunter takes a deep breath, and begins going into detail about how good you look, highlighting the specific parts that really stand out to him. - You're heading out with friends, but Hunter is quietly hinting that he wants to come along. Totally not because he's jealous or anything, but because he hopes to meet your friends, right? The friends that he's met several times before? Yeah! - Tell him that you'll still be looking this good when you come back home later tonight, and he'll get the hint. - However, he may need to leave a fresh mark or two on your neck, just to get the point across that you're taken.

Echo - This poor, poor man is going to turn the deepest shade of red when he finally sees you. - Why, just WHY did you have to wear that specific outfit that he loves so much?! And you're going out without him too?! Oh, what a tease! - Echo is lost for words as he gushes over you. He feels like it's his wedding day - How is he this lucky? How did he land an angel like you? - There's a tear in his eye as you smother him in kisses, reassuring him that you're all his, that you're the lucky one for being with him, that you can't wait to come home and snuggle up with him later. - Echo doesn't ask for much, but he would like to be kept in the loop on your whereabouts. Purely for your own safety! - "And when you reach the next bar, just comm me. Your friends have my comm number too, don't they? If anything goes wrong, and you want picking up-" blahblahblah. - One final smother in reassuring kisses, and you're good to hit the town!

Wrecker - His mouth instantly hangs open, his eyes turn wide, and his facial expression swiftly turns into a grin as he comments, "HOT!!" - You know in cartoons where the character's mouth drops open, and they begin howling and barking? Yeah, that's Wrecker. - Seriously, you look hot, and Wrecker's going to ensure that you know it. - "Look at you! I can't believe I got myself an angel as sweet as you!" - He'll mention how he's sad that he's not tagging along, but he'll assure you that it's important you spend your time with your friends. - Wrecker isn't as clingy as he seems. After all, he'll be right here, waiting for your return. - And when you do return, all your hangover needs will be met. A tall glass of water waiting for you, a midnight snack, breakfast in bed, and a big buff man to cuddle you back to health!

Tech - This will go one of two ways: - Option one: Tech eyes you up and down, and with a firm nod, he comments, "that is suitable attire for your evening. I hope you enjoy yourself." - Option two: Tech's brain short circuits. He can barely muster up a thought, let alone a comment. Radio silence, but his expression says it all. - Either way, Tech is more than impressed with your outfit choice, and how stunning you look. He just… struggles to find the words, like a deer in the headlights. - Give him a few moments, and you'll be met with suitable praise. "How exquisite you look, a truly elegant and radiant creature." - Tech can't pinpoint one specific word to describe how beautiful you look, so instead, he selects the most complex and in-depth ones. He doesn't want to rely on a 'standard compliment.' - A few kisses later, and you're off to meet your friends. All the while, Tech begins pacing around the Marauder like a lost puppy. He needs to keep himself occupied until you return!

Crosshair - He's instantly thirsty for you, smiling cheekily as he eyes you up, gawking at the sight of you. - Crosshair has a way with words, and spews out his praise, all whilst kneading at your waist, his hands trailing down to grab your ass whilst he steals a handful of kisses from you. - And then it dawns on him… - You're going out with your friends tonight, not him… - Jealousy swiftly takes over, and his compliment turn into teasing (yet petty) jabs. Nothing to hurt your feelings, though. - "Any reason why you're wearing this tonight? Do you need more attention? Am I not enough for you?" - Whilst his tone is teasing, there's a desperate need for validation. - Yes, he knows you'd never be stupid and hurt him, but… can you please remind him one more time? - Don't be surprised when you leave, and minutes later, Crosshair sends you a holotext. "Comm me if you need anything, Beautiful."

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello friend 👋 wasn’t episode 4 of tbb amazing?? I’m loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when you’re walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but it’s crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol

Dog Days

Crosshair x Reader

Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?

A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works! This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 1,409

The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.

You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.

The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.

"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.

Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.

"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.

"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.

"She."

"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.

Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.

"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.

Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.

You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.

"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.

It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.

The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.

You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.

'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.

Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.

A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.

"She hurt you?" He asked.

"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.

"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.

"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."

He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.

"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.

"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.

He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.

You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.

To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.

You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.

Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?

"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.

"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.

"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.

"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.

You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.

He nodded.

"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.

"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.

At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.

"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.

With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.

A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.

You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.

There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.

You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?

It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.

When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.

You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.

"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.

You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.

"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.

"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.

"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.

"I am not!" He was getting defensive.

"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.

"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.

You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.

"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.

He forced you to face him. "Why?"

"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.

He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.

You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!

You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.

The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.

"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.

"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

I Know.

A/N: Cursed with insomnia again. Here’s what I wrote last night.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader (GN; reader has nightmares and nonspecific trauma) 

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings and tags: angst; nightmares (not described); hurt comfort

Summary: Sometimes, the people who have the most complicated history with you are the ones who know you best. Set pre-Skako Minor.

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You awoke with a flinch. Your heart raced as you stared into the darkness, the pulse of it thundering in your ears. Your breath came fast and hard, and you forced yourself to slow down and breathe through your nose. Gradually, your body let go of the panic, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. Not when you knew what waited for you once you drifted into unconsciousness.

You sat up slowly, pausing to clear your head before you slipped out of the bunk. As quietly as you could, you made your way to the front of the Marauder, grabbing your datapad as you passed the data terminal. Judging by the snores, Wrecker and Tech were out cold, but you’d be willing to stake every last credit in your account that your pounding heart had awakened Hunter before you even opened your eyes. Still, he was silent as you moved stealthily to the cockpit.

It was strange to be back on the Marauder after all this time. Familiar, yet different. The squad welcomed you back with varying degrees of enthusiasm—or at least acceptance—but there was a distance between you that had never been there before. A sense of caution, of unspoken but deep vigilance, as though you all felt a compulsion to weigh your words before speaking. The easy laughter, the banter, the closeness and connection—it was though none of it had ever existed.

The faint glow of the instrument panel illuminated Crosshair’s lean form as he sat in the pilot’s chair, arms folded over his chest as his long legs stretched out in front of him. He glanced up as you passed, but said nothing. Outside the viewport, it was far too dark to make out the landscape of the wilderness, but the stars above shone brilliantly through the unclouded atmosphere. You curled up in the copilot’s seat and wordlessly flicked on your datapad. 

You tried to read. The holonovel you opened seemed too daunting, so instead you scrolled through your usual collection of holonet sites for a long while, but your brain refused to process any of the text. Your eyes felt heavy and gritty, and the words seemed to blur together no matter how hard you squeezed your eyelids shut to try to clear your vision. Eventually, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the headrest.

“You all right?” Crosshair’s voice was barely audible.

“Can’t sleep,” you whispered without opening your eyes.

“Still?”

“Yeah.”

You both fell silent for a moment. The pilot’s seat creaked as he adjusted.

“Same nightmare after all this time?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

You opened your eyes and rotated your head toward him, only to find that he was already watching you, his dark, intense eyes unreadable in the dim light.

“You ever talk to anyone about it?” 

You shook your head. “Just you. The others—they don’t understand. They don’t know. The details.”

“They still care, though,” he said quietly.

“I know. I just…” You swallowed. “Can’t. I don’t want them to know.”

He didn’t reply, only watched you.

You took a deep, shuddering breath. “I don’t want them to see how broken I am.”

The silence stretched out for a moment, before he replied very quietly. “I never saw you that way.”

Your throat tightened, and your vision blurred for an instant before the tear overflowed from the corner of your eye and slid down your temple. You could barely see a damned thing in the dark, but Crosshair saw you. He always had.

Slowly, he reached out and smoothed the tear off your skin, then he dropped his hand to your wrist and gently but insistently tugged on you until at last you complied with his unspoken request, crossing the short distance to the copilot’s chair and settling onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and coaxed your head down to rest on his shoulder as you curled your legs up and around his body.

“I don’t want to fall back asleep,” you confessed, feeling slightly ashamed of your childish fear.

He stroked your hair. “Then… don’t sleep. Stay with me.”

You nuzzled softly against his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. It had been such a long time, but you’d know it anywhere. 

“You don’t mind?”

“Why would I?” he whispered.

The weight of lost time was heavy in the silence before you replied. “I thought you might prefer it if I left you alone.”

His jaw brushed against your forehead as he turned to look down at you. “I don’t mind having you here.”

The tension in your body gradually drained away as you relaxed against him, lapsing once more into silence. He rested his cheek against the top of your head as his thumb traced slow, lazy circles on your shoulder. Your heavy eyes began to drift shut, your anxiety lulled away by the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the steady thump of his pulse beneath your ear.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you whispered.

His only response was a quiet, brief hum at the back of his throat, but he pressed his lips against your hair. You raised your hand slowly and trailed your fingertips from the corner of his jaw, down the line of his neck, to the notch at the base of his throat, and when you reached his chest, you flattened your palm against him, directly over his heart. His hand closed gently around yours, holding it there, and you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered. “Holding you like this.”

“Me, too.”

You relaxed further against him, and he tightened his arms around you, holding you securely so you didn’t slip off his lap. When you spoke again, your voice was very soft.

“Cross?”

“Mhm?”

You hesitated a moment before you whispered, “Why did we end it?”

He didn’t move, didn’t react, didn’t even change the pattern of his breath, but you could hear his heart speed up at your whispered question.

“I don’t remember,” he replied.

You took a few slow, shallow breaths. “Me either.”

His hand glided slowly up your shoulder until he reached the back of your neck, and he stroked his thumb along the shell of your ear.

“We were good together, weren’t we?” he asked quietly.

You tilted your head and brushed your lips against his neck in a caress so feather-light it was almost imperceptible.

Almost.

“The best,” you whispered.

He swallowed hard, the sound plainly audible to your ears. The two of you sat unmoving for a long, long time, simply holding each other. He took a shaky breath.

“I—” his voice failed, and he fell silent again.

“I know,” you whispered, kissing his neck. “I know.” You pressed your lips against his jaw, and then the corner of his mouth. “It’s hard, isn’t it? Finding the right words.”

The hand on the back of your neck slid up to hold your head, and he turned to gaze into your eyes, your faces so close together that you could feel his soft, warm breath on your skin.

“What can I say that would be enough?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsteady.

You rested your palm against his jaw, feeling the rough, familiar prickle of his facial hair. Your thumb stroked across his cheekbone, then over his lips.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered. “I already know.” You kissed him softly. “I’ll always know you.”

He pulled you closer, cradling your head in his hands as his lips brushed against yours. His familiar taste flooded your senses. The kiss was gentle and slow, his tongue just grazing between your lips before the two of you parted reluctantly. He rested his forehead against yours as he brought his hand around to caress your cheek. 

“Do you think you could ever love me again?” he asked.

You were silent for a moment before you confessed, ��I never stopped.”

The rise and fall of his chest paused for an instant, then resumed.

“Neither did I.”

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[nahoney22]

Hi! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do the tbb (or just tech if you dont wanna do all of them) reaction to their gender neutral S/O pulling out their old instrument or color guard equipment from their marching band days and practicing what they remember (i dont even know if star wars has an equivalent to marching band/color guard lol but i picked an old practice flag up for the first time since high school earlier and the thought popped into my head for this request..) feel free to disregard this if it’s not something you wanna write, keep up the amazing work!!

Colour Guard Memories

The Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

How The Bad Batch react to you pulling out your old instrument or colour guard equipment.

warnings: none, gender neutral reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, Batchers admiring/encouraging reader.

authors note: this is a really cute idea and sorry it has took so long to do anon. In the UK we don’t really have marching bands/ colour guards aside from royal parades from what I know so I’ve relied on Google to help me out 😅 enjoy!

Echo

"Think we've got everything?" Echo asks, sealing the final box of your belongings.

As you survey the sea of packed boxes, you're struck by the realisation of just how many possessions you've gathered over the years. It's only now, in the process of moving out of your family home, that the extent of it hits you. After what feels like an eternity of packing and stacking, you're finally done and you couldn’t be any more grateful for Echo's helping hand.

"I hope so," you reply, wiping your brow and straightening up, hands on your hips. "Now, all that's left is to get it onto the ship." The prospect of lugging boxes onto the ship isn't exactly thrilling, but you're itching to kick back and relax.

Echo chuckles and reaches for one of the sealed boxes, but disaster strikes as the bottom gives way, sending its contents tumbling to the floor. "Well, that's just great," he says wryly.

Letting out a sigh, you join him in gathering up the scattered items. Amidst the chaos, something catches your eye: an old, familiar object. "No way!"

Startled by your sudden excitement, Echo turns to you. "What is it?"

"It's my Sabre!" you exclaim, holding up the cherished item for him to see.

He blinks in surprise. "Uh, your lightsaber?"

You playfully roll your eyes at Echo, a mischievous glint in your eyes, as you take the equipment into your hands and wave it at him. "You've known me long enough to know I'm not a Jedi, Echo," you tease, giving the Sabre a quick twirl. "It's from when I used to be be a colour guard for a marching band."

Echo chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "I didn't know you did that."

"Yeah! I loved it. Want to see what I can still do?" you ask, a hint of excitement in your voice.

"The floor's all yours," he says, stepping back to give you space.

You take a moment to steady yourself, feeling the weight of the stainless steel Sabre in your hands. With a deep breath, you begin your routine, the familiar movements flooding back to you. As you twirl the Sabre with practiced precision, you can't help but feel a surge of nostalgia. However, in the midst of your performance, disaster strikes as the Sabre slips from your grip, narrowly missing a nearby window.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little rusty. Give me a second," you laugh sheepishly, quickly retrieving the saber and regaining your composure but Echo was still smiling and impressed throughout.

Determined to redeem yourself, you focus on each movement, executing smooth transitions and intricate spins. With each flourish, you feel a sense of satisfaction, the familiar rhythm of the routine bringing back fond memories. As you finally come to a graceful finish, you can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.

Echo applauds, a smile playing on his lips. "That was really impressive. You should've told me you could do that before."

"We all have our hidden talents," you grin, a twinkle in your eye as you admire the old memory in your hand before carefully tucking it back into the box. "Anyway, we should probably get going before I get distracted again."

“Well,” he says, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you should perform for me again sometime. If you want to that is.”

There’s a shine in his eyes, genuinely in awe of you and your talent. “I’ll definitely think about it.”

Hunter

Low on credits and desperate for some food to fill your stomachs, you and Hunter venture into a bustling market on a remote planet, hoping to find some opportunity to earn a bit of cash.

"See anything?" Hunter asks, strolling alongside you as you take in the sights and sounds of the market.

"Not really," you reply with a frown. The market is dimly lit, offering little in the way of useful materials, and the locals don't seem particularly welcoming. It's no wonder Hunter insisted on accompanying you.

But then, something does catch your eye. "Hey, that looks like one of my old flags," you remark, pointing to a colorful flag tucked away at the back of a small pop-up stall.

Hunter stops beside you, his interest piqued. "You used to spin those, didn't you?"

You chuckle at his phrasing, yet surprised that he remembers since it was just something you mentioned in passing once. "Yeah, I did. Not sure if I still have the touch, though."

A smirk spreads across Hunter's face as he holds up a finger, indicating for you to wait a moment. A bit embarrassed, you watch as he approaches the seller and strikes up a conversation. After a brief exchange, Hunter returns, flag in hand. "Let's put that theory to the test, shall we?" he suggests with a grin.

"Hunter! Did you just pay for that?" you exclaim incredulously as he shoves the pole into your hand.

"No," he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But they said if you can impress them, you can keep it."

You narrow your eyes at him, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dancing in your gaze. "Fine. But I'm warning you," you declare, stepping into a clearing and scanning the area to ensure there's enough space before attempting to recreate a routine you haven't performed in years. "I'm not as good as I used to be."

Taking a deep breath, you grip the pole firmly and let muscle memory take over as you start spinning the flag with practiced precision. The fabric unfurls in vibrant arcs, catching the sunlight and casting colorful patterns across the ground. With each twirl and flourish, you feel a surge of nostalgia as memories of your days in the colour guard come flooding back.

As you continue your impromptu performance, you can't help but lose yourself in the rhythm of the routine, the flag becoming an extension of your body as you spin and swirl with grace.

Hunter is watching you silently and appears to be actually enamoured by your performance. His eyes are wide in surprise.

When you finally come to a graceful finish, you turn to Hunter with a triumphant smile, the flag held aloft in your hand. "How's that for impressing them?" you ask, a hint of pride in your voice.

“That was… wow.” Is all he says, a proud smile on his face. He takes one look to the seller who just gives a brief nod. “And the flag is yours it seems.”

Hunter comes up beside you once more but you feel a tug on your top, turning to face a young child who was holding out credits to you. Bashfully, you accept and the credits swiftly came flooding in.

“Heh, seems like you still got it.” He nudges your side playfully.

This could be a pretty safe way to earn some extra credits it seems.

Wrecker

"Wrecker, come look at this!" you call out excitedly, beckoning your companion over.

With Wrecker's assistance in tidying up the Marauder and transferring some items to the Remora, you stumble upon an unexpected treasure: an old snare drum tucked away amidst the clutter.

"Woah, what's tha’?" Wrecker asks, intrigued, as he joins you on the floor, his eyes fixed on the instrument in your hands.

"I used to play it in a marching band. Forgot I even had it," you reply with a wistful smile, the memories of your band days flooding back, tinged with nostalgia and a touch of sadness for times gone by.

Wrecker notices the flicker of emotion on your face and decides to lift your spirits. "Well, go on then. Give us a beat," he encourages, nudging the drum closer to you and offering a drumstick.

You smile gratefully, feeling a rush of anticipation as you accept the drumstick from his outstretched hand and pick up the matching one from the ground. "Just so you know," you say with a playful glint in your eye, "it sounds much better in a chorus rather than individually."

With a deep breath, you position the drumsticks in your hands, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the material. Closing your eyes, you let muscle memory guide your movements as you begin to play. The rhythmic tapping of the drum reverberates through the air.

As you lose yourself in the music, your fingers move effortlessly across the drum's surface, producing a lively beat that echoes off the walls of the ship. With each stroke, super fast and then skilfully slow, you feel a sense of liberation.

Wrecker watches in awe, a grin spreading cross his face as he listens to the infectious rhythm you create. For a moment, all worries and cares fade away, replaced by the joy of listening to you play. Flourishing a finish, your cheeks warm to Wrecker applauding enthusiastically.

"Tha’ was amazing!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You've still got it."

You grin, feeling a surge of pride at his words. "Thanks, Wrecker," you reply, a sense of contentment washing over you. "Maybe we should start our own band."

“Definitely!”

Tech

"Is this yours?" Omega's voice interrupts your thoughts, drawing your attention to the slim case she's holding. As you approach, a wave of nostalgia washes over you at the sight of the familiar case.

"I haven't seen this for a long time," you smile warmly, taking the case into your hands. Kneeling down, you blow the dust off and flip open the lid, revealing your old clarinet nestled inside.

Omega's eyes widen with curiosity as she peers at the instrument. "Wow, that's cool! Did you play it?"

You nod, a fond smile on your face. "Yeah, I used to. In a colour guard and in parades."

"Can you play something now?" she asks eagerly.

Before you can respond, Omega suddenly calls out, "TECH! COME HERE!"

Tech, engrossed in his data pad, looks up in surprise and heads your way. "What is the nature of my presence this time, Omega?"

Omega launches into an exaggerated explanation of your discovery and her request. "Listen to them play."

Tech adjusts his goggles and looks down at you with curious eyes. "I was not aware you could play any instrument."

"I haven't in a long time," you admit sheepishly, wiping the mouthpiece and adjusting the bridge keys. "But I can give it a try."

With a deep breath, you bring the clarinet to your lips and begin to play a soft, melancholic tune. The notes fill the air, weaving a gentle melody that seems to resonate with the quiet stillness of the surroundings. It was a gentle tune, a stark difference to the ones you played in parades.

As you play, you notice Tech glancing up from his data pad, his expression softening as he listens intently to the music. It's a rare sight to see him so engrossed in something other than his work, and you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that your music has captured his attention.

By the time you finish the piece, Tech is still watching you, a thoughtful look on his face.

Omega bursts into a loud applause meanwhile Tech smiled at you. “I would not mind you playing that whilst I do some repairs... it’s rather relaxing.”

Crosshair

“What are you doing?” Crosshair's voice breaks your concentration mid-performance, and you freeze as your arms flail, causing the wooden rifle to slip from your grasp and clatter onto the grass.

You spin to face the clone, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. "I found my old rifle from when I used to perform," you explain quickly, bending down to retrieve the prop. With a flick of your foot, you send it spinning into the air, catching it effortlessly as it falls back down. "Want to see?"

Crosshair eyes the rifle with a hint of intrigue, his skepticism giving way to mild interest. "Perform? Rifles are for shooting. Not messing around with.”

“It’s wood, idiot.” You knock on the equipment before you then shrug, a sheepish grin tugging at your lips. "Anyway, it’s called rifle spinning. I used to do it as part of a routine in a performance group. It's more about coordination and showmanship than anything else. Wanna see?” You ask again.

Crosshair nods slowly, his gaze lingering on the rifle as you twirl it expertly in your hands. He stands back as you shows off your moves and he couldn’t hide the small impressed smirk forming on his lips. "You’re quite impressive I’ll give you that. But don't let it distract you from our mission." The compliment was rare but not one you were going to refuse as you give him a smile of thanks. But, he was right. There were more pressing matters at large.

You chuckle, nodding in agreement as you secure the rifle back in its holster. "Of course not. Just a little trip down memory lane."

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[vodika-vibes]

hi congrats for 500 followers!! i wanted to request the gem topaz with crosshair in winter please! where the reader is introducing crosshair to some dishes they grew up eating (a lot of different spicy foods! i love spicy food and grew up eating a ton of it lol). crosshair’s reaction to the spicy food is all up to you! i want that to be a surprise, but the reader has a suuper high spice tolerance so crosshair is surprised

Love Language

Summary: Cooking is your love language. You don’t really do it all that often, though. You’re just too busy. But for your date with Crosshair, you decide to make the time.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader

Word Count: 585

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I hope you like it! For some reason, the words don't want to word today. It's frustrating. So I'm not sure if I got the right vibe here.

“I didn’t know you could cook, princess.” Crosshair notes thoughtfully as he leans against the counter next to you.

“Well,” You note as you add some additional spices to the curry you’re making, and then set the jar to the side and wipe your hands, “I don’t have a lot of free time, Cross. So generally I just eat out. But, well-”

“Well?” He prods.

You scowl at him, hoping that he doesn’t notice that you’re blushing, “Cooking is my love language, so I thought that I’d cook for you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you glance at him. He looks surprised, but there’s also a small, pleased, smile on his lips. So you don’t think he’ll tease you too much about it.

“Have you cooked for anyone else?”

“Not recently.” You admit with a shrug, “I mean, I cook for my parents from time to time, but they don’t travel as much now. So…it’s just you, really.” A smug grin crosses his face, and you release a huff before you elbow him, “Don’t be smug.”

“Can’t help it, princess.” He drapes an arm over your shoulder, “You love me enough to cook for me. That’s something to be smug about.” His arm tightens around you slightly, and you willingly lean into his side, “Smells spicy.”

“Mm, my homeworld is a desert, so we use a lot of spices.” You explain as  you take a careful taste of the curry and consider it for a moment. It’s not quite as spicy as you prefer, but you’re not cooking for yourself. “Here, taste.”

Crosshair shoots you a look, but takes the offered spoon for a taste. 

“Mm, it’s good.” He glances at you, “If you wanted to add more spice, though, you definitely can.” Crosshair flashes a small smile, “We can’t use a lot of spices because of Hunter.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Positive.”

“Well, if you insist.” You reply, before you slide out of his grip and head over to your spice cabinet. Inside, located inside a small pouch, is some spices from your homeworld. 

You generally only cook with them when you’re cooking for yourself, but you have to admit that you want to share some part of your culture with Crosshair. You add a pinch of the spices, you only need a little after all, and soon after the kitchen is filled with the rich scents of your spices.

It reminds you of home, this was what your mother’s kitchen used to smell like all of the time when you were growing up.

You hope Crosshair likes it.

You also hope that you’ll get the chance to introduce him to your family eventually. 

His arms slide around your waist, and you squeak when he presses his face against your neck. “It smells amazing,” Crosshair says against your neck, “You’re going to tempt me into visiting your homeworld at this rate.”

You laugh softly, “Well, they do say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” 

He presses a kiss against your cheek, “Well, it’s working.”

“You haven’t even tried it yet.”

He shrugs, and releases you to grab some plates, “What can I say, I’m a simple man.”

And you grin at him, “Well, if you want to go to my homeworld, I can introduce you to my family. They’re all eager to meet ‘that charming young man of yours’.” you say with a grin.

“Charming, huh.” Crosshair says with a laugh, “I can do charming.”

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[stardust-kenobi]

Hey! I saw your requests are open. I absolutely love your work, and i how you're doing alright! I will take any opportunity I can to request Tech x Reader smut with Dom!Tech vibes 💜

Sorry I know you requested this a while ago but I’m just now getting around to it! Hope you enjoy this quick little drabble <3

Did someone say dom!tech 👀?? I am blushing

Tech x GN!Reader drabble

Warnings: rough/dom/possessive/jealous(?) tech, smut, 18+ minors DNI

How did you get here? How did you end up with your body shoved against the building behind 79’s, Tech’s cock buried inside of you, with his hand pressed against your mouth, suffocating your moans?

Quite frankly, you didn’t give a shit how you ended up here, you just knew you never wanted it to end.

Something lit a fire into Tech earlier in the night. Maybe it was the way that Rex couldn’t keep his wandering eyes off of you. Maybe it was even the revealing nature of the outfit you chose to wear. Maybe it had just been too long since he’d felt you, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“That’s right, darling, take my cock” He growled against your ear, his thrusts turning brutal as he fucked you from behind.

This was not the Tech you knew in bed. This was a version of Tech with such a burning hunger for you that he couldn’t stand it not one minute longer. He was possessive of your body, his grip around you being relentless. You didn’t mind it one bit, in fact, you loved this. It was unexpected, and turned you on more than you were willing to admit.

“Maker, you are so good” He gritted through this teeth. Your cries of pleasure seeped through his fingers over your mouth.

He yanked his hand tighter against your face, causing your skin to burn, but it hurt so good.

“You want this whole bar to know who you belong to, hm?” He whispered against your ear. You nodded.

“Go ahead, then, darling. Tell them who fucks you this good” He smirked.

“Stars, Tech. You fuck me so good” You whimpered. In response to your filthy remarks, he fucked you faster and harder now. He loved watching your ass bounce against him with every thrust.

Your legs began to tremble as you became overwhelmed with your approaching orgasm. You felt the tingling form in your lower belly, and his cock filled you so perfectly, brushing your most sensitive places with every stroke. It was all too much.

“Come for me” Tech demanded.

You obeyed, feeling the rush of your euphoria wash over you. The feeling in your legs faded, as all sense of feeling centered in between your legs. Loud cries of pleasure escaped you, but Tech did nothing to suppress your expressions now.

“That’s it. Oh, Y/N, I’m going to fill you up” He faltered, his hips losing their rhythm as he spilled his release inside of you, marking you even more…as his.

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[zoeykallus]

Hello 😇 i have never made a request before and i don't know if you take them currently but if you do, could you make a one shot, headcanons - whatever you feel like fits more! of gender neutral reader sewing Wrecker's Lula after it got ripped? There's so few cool Wrecker fics/hcs 😢 but anyways hope you have a great day!

Aloha!

Ah, yes, I think I have an idea for this scenario 😊

Wrecker x GN Reader One-Shot - Tough Love

Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

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Crosshair is minding his own business, as usual, rather quiet and withdrawn, and as almost always, Wrecker tries to draw him out. Pushing Lula in his face over and over again, Wrecker says, "Come on, Cross, can you stop cleaning that rifle for a minute?!"

"Get that thing out of my face!" snarls the Sniper, trying to dodge.

Wrecker doesn't back down, though, and continues to shove Lula in his face over and over again. You look up from your reading material, and see it coming before it happens. Crosshair grabs Lula at the same moment Wrecker pulls her back. With a ripping sound, Lula's arm almost completely detaches from the doll's body and the white filling spills out.

Both men are startled and more or less surprised at first. But when Wrecker looks from the battered Lula to Crosshair's face, the sniper has already put on his grumpy expression again.

He growls, "I told you not to do that! This is what you get!"

Wrecker looks so crestfallen that your heart grows heavy at the sight.

"Not cool", Wrecker grumbles meekly and retreats to his bunk with the destroyed Lula.

Crosshair sighs and says, "I warned you."

Wrecker curls up in his bunk, not responding to anyone who speaks to him, the broken Lula in his arms.

Later that night, when everyone is asleep, you sneak up on Wrecker, you are about to gently pull Lula out of his arms when you feel the barrel of a blaster at your temple.

You glance out of the corner of your eye at Crosshair, who is holding the gun to your head.

Your heart is pounding, but you say quietly so as not to wake the others, "Crosshair, I know we haven't known each other too long, but is that really how you think of me? That I would sneak up on you and your brothers at night to harm you in some way?"

The sniper hesitates. Finally, with a sigh, he slowly puts the blaster away and watches you carefully take Lula. He watches you with his brows drawn together critically and follows you to your bunk.

You whisper to him, "For often being so mean to your brothers, you're pretty protective over them."

Crosshair rolls his eyes and says just as quietly, "One doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the other."

You shrug your shoulders and say, "I was just making an observation."

You dig out your sewing kit, pick out a matching needle and thread, and get to work fixing Lula. Crosshair's brows move up in surprise, his expression softening. He watches you fix Lula. When you're done, she's as good as new. You hold the doll up with a smile, and you could swear you see a small smirk on his thin lips.

"That's very decent of you," he says softly.

You nod slowly and press it into his hand.

"Here's your chance to apologize to your brother".

Crosshair sighs, rolls his eyes, takes the doll and instead, carefully, stealthily places it back into Wrecker's arms. You shake your head, more or less amused, the Sniper may not apologize, but he very carefully covers his brother after putting Lula back in her place.

The next morning, as you open your eyes, you almost let out a startled scream. Wrecker's face hovers directly over you, something you didn't expect. He grins at you.

"Thank you," he says, touched, and holds up Lula.

Smiling, you ask, "How would you know it was me?"

Wrecker laughs softly and says, "I've seen you sew things before. Besides, neither of us can sew that well, not even Tech. The stitching is way too perfect."

You smirk, "Okay, you got me".

"Thank you" he says again, "That means a lot to me. Lula is not just a toy. She is a reminder that even we were children once, though not for long. No matter what happens on the battlefield, she always reminds me that there is still a human being in each of us, maybe even some innocence left."

Surprised, you look at the giant. The words surprise you, but they make a surprising amount of sense.

"I think I understand," you say softly.

Wrecker gently presses a kiss to the top of your head and says, "I won't forget this."

As he is about to leave, you say, "Wrecker, wait."

He turns and looks at you questioningly.

You say softly, "Crosshair loves you, he was annoyed, but he didn't hurt you on purpose by damaging Lula."

Wrecker smirks, "I know. Crosshair is difficult, but he is my brother. His love is tough sometimes, but it is love nonetheless"

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hello! Spreading more asks around for the first kiss prompt!

I'd love to see the prompt - "don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it." With Crosshair, but the second part being said by the reader possibly with a wink? If that's too specific just the prompt going either way. (The inner Crosshair simp must be fed!)

Love and Wrecker Hugs! ❤️🖤

ahhh!! this was the perfect prompt for Cross and I had a lot of fun writing it! thank you bb!! I fully intended to wait to answer all of these all at once but I'm too excited so, I present:

First Kiss - Crosshair

Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin, folks. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: some angst (because it's Crosshair), a little bit of a toxic relationship but it's fine, mention of my OC Captain Flare, medic!reader, gn!reader, fluff, confessions

Word Count: 1.4k woops

TBB divider by the wonderful @wizardofrozz, other divider by @dystopicjumpsuit

You’ve worked with Clone Force 99 now for nearly a full year, and while you could technically be reassigned at any moment, both Cody and your supervisor, a bitter old bat, assured you that the Republic had bigger fish to fry than the logistics of shuffling one nat-born medic every few campaigns. And so you’ve stayed with the outcasts. They’ve become something akin to family, at least to you. You know most of them feel the same—Wrecker never fails to express his brotherly affection for you, Tech continues to adjust the ship’s thermostat to a temperature that is best suited to you when you’re feeling off, and Hunter’s silent nod and smile tell you all you need to know. 

Crosshair, though, is a tough nut to crack. 

At first, you swore he hated you. Despite the rest of the squad’s assurances that he’d come around, you’d been skeptical. It wasn’t until several months into your assignment, on a mission you really shouldn’t have been on as the team’s medic, when you saved Crosshair from commando droids that something changed. He still snarked you, still flicked his used toothpicks at your face to bother you. But he slowly began to open up to you. He included you in inside jokes, actually listened to your medical advice, and even let you hold his Firepuncher once.

So despite the hospitality and friendliness of the rest of the squad, it’s Crosshair that your heart has chosen to love. You know he cares about you. You just don’t know to what extent. 

Because even though he still maintains an impenetrable wall around himself, he looks after you. On missions and otherwise. When you go out on shore leave as a squad, he glowers at anyone who dares even look in your direction. 

And that’s exactly the situation you find yourself in tonight. Planetside, on Triple Zero, you’d convinced the others to have a night out with you before you shipped back to the warzone in a few days. The missions have been nearly incessant, and you’re all starting to feel the strain. 

Leaning back against the sticky bartop, you survey the crowded dance floor. Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker lounge in one of the coveted corner booths, looking more relaxed than you’ve seen them in a long time, dressed in civvies and nursing the cheap booze served by the 79s management. A smile lifts your lips. They deserve this, just one night off, to remind them what the war is for.

But you came here wanting more than to drink weak, watery beer. Taking a swill, you glance sidelong at Crosshair perched on a barstool next to you. 

He hasn’t left your side since you walked in. Normally, his presence is comforting, especially in unfamiliar settings, on unfamiliar planets, around unfamiliar people. But 79s hosts none of those things. In fact, the way he’s ordained himself your personal shadow is beginning to grate. You know he’s scaring off any of the regs who might otherwise ask you to dance, or offer a drink, or even just a friendly hello. You know he’s hovering to protect you. 

You just don’t understand why.

Sighing, you take another swill of your drink. “Kark, what’s a person gotta do to get a dance around here?” 

Crosshair doesn’t answer, just shifts his toothpick to the other side of his mouth. 

You huff. “Cross, c’mon. I don’t need a babysitter. Go drink with the others. I’ll be fine.” 

“S’not you I’m worried about,” he mutters. “S’them.” He jerks his chin toward the dance floor, gesturing broadly to the gathering of regs. 

“I can handle them,” you say, an edge of ice to your voice. Frustration at his inability to actually say what he means boils below your skin. 

Crosshair, predictably, ignores the bite of your words. “Didn’t say you couldn’t.” 

“Great,” you say, pushing away from the bar, “glad we’re in agreement.” 

Shoving your half-empty bottle into his hands. He looks down at it with a bewildered expression, then up at you, his eyes narrowed into slits. You give him a sarcastic, two-finger salute before dipping into the crowd. 

You find a clone—Flare, you think he says his name is—who is more than willing to dance. His grasp on your body is unfamiliar but respectful. The pair of you sway and grind through several songs (you’re certainly not keeping track, too focused on trying to avoid the impulse to see if Crosshair is watching). When Flare whispers into your ear, his lips brushing your skin, your eyes slide shut, desperately wishing he were someone else.

A moment later, Flare yelps and his arms are ripped from around you. Eyes shooting open, you whip around to find Crosshair, every line of his body radiating anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Kriff. 

“Sorry,” you call to Flare as you grab Crosshair’s bicep and haul him through the crowd to the front door. “What the fuck are you doing!?” 

Scoffing, Cross yanks his arm free, though follows hot on your heels as you emerge into the cool night air. “Could ask you the same thing.” 

“I was dancing,” you say.

This is going to be an argument, you just know it, and you don’t want to subject all these strangers to the impending shitstorm. So you keep walking, leading Crosshair around the corner where it’s quieter. 

“Bantha-shit,” he hisses. His firm grip on your shoulder spins you around. “His hands were all over you.” 

“He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want,” you say, glaring at him. “Maker, what is your issue? I can’t even have a fun night out without you stepping all over my plans, can I?” 

“No,” he spits. “Not if it means—” He cuts himself off and looks away, jaw clenching and unclenching. His chest heaves with emotion, two high spots of color on his cheeks. 

Something in you softens, anger cooling into confusion. “Not if it means what, Cross?” 

Nostrils flaring with every inhale, he shakes his head minutely, eyes pressing shut. 

You hesitate, but after a moment, you sigh. Reaching up, you gently cup his face to draw him back to you. His eyes flutter open to meet your own. This is the closest you’ve been to him, you realize, in your entire time with the squad. Besides his medical exams, this is the most you’ve touched him, too. The realization sets your heart pounding. 

“Don’t shut me out,” you say. “Please.” 

He studies you for a moment. Across his face flits several emotions, none of them identifiable, and you begin to grow worried that all the progress you’ve made with him is about to be tossed over the ledge of this Coruscanti sidewalk. 

A worry that is dashed as soon as he surges forward and kisses you, one hand cupping the back of your neck to steady you. A sound of surprise squeaks out of you. Then you’re melting against him. Tilting your head, you deepen the kiss, one hand settled over his heart. It beats hard and fast under your palm, nearly in tempo with your own racing pulse. His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but you don’t care, because it’s him, and this is all you’ve needed these past few months. 

When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes remain screwed shut. He releases a shaky exhale. 

“Cross, I—” 

He kisses you again. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.” 

“How did you—”

“Because I know you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Warmth blooms deep in your chest, right where you’ve made space for him in your heart. “Y-Yeah. Alright. But—”

“No,” he grumbles. “You need to know that I- I’m sorry. For being a di’kut. I should have made a move sooner.” 

A soft chuckle spills from you. “Yeah, you should’ve.” 

At last, his warm, amber eyes flutter open to meet yours. Your breaths mingle in the small space between your faces, and the intensity of affection in his gaze nearly makes your knees collapse. Smiling up at him, you catch the barest hint of a smile in return. For a moment, it’s just you and Crosshair in one another’s embrace, the sounds and smells of the side alley of 79s fading away. 

The moment is shattered when he speaks again. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” 

Laughing in earnest, you can’t help but shake your head. The others are going to find out about this new development sooner or later, but as you meet his gaze again, you realize he doesn’t mean the kiss. Sobering, you nod. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

You can’t resist winking, though. He rolls his eyes and grumbles, but tucks you against his side all the same to lead you back to the barracks.

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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!

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Masterlist

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.

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[momojedi]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄? pairing. crosshair x gn! reader

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type. drabble note. can you tell where this quote is from? ;) word count. 88

star wars masterlist || about me

“You remember me?”

Crosshair lowers the rifle, eyes narrowing as he eyes me carefully. It doesn’t take long to click in his mind as for a second, a glint of surprise flickers in his expression before he quickly recomposes himself. A scowl crosses his face and his eyebrows are quickly furrowed again. He stands still, shooting daggers at me through his glare. I know what's going on in his mind - a silent smirk lingers on my lips.

“Yeah,” I chuckle dryly, raising my blasters, “you remember me.”

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Get You Home (Crosshair x GN!Reader)

Posting this fic on behalf of a good friend at their request. Crosshair/GN!Reader angst

No smut and no warnings outside of intense feels. Let me know what you think so I can pass it on to them.

Word Count: 2900+

Ironic, isn't it, how someone could be created by another just to destroy themselves?

It was the general theme of the various thoughts that swam fervently through your mind, plagued by a vain concept of low boiling anger that managed to settle into reluctant relief before it surfaced.

You didn't want Crosshair to see anything in you that was more than what he needed for this last leap of the journey, a cautious balance of crafted care and reservation of the truth, presented through a gentleness that was far too desperate and pleading as it lingered. Yet he didn't seem to give any indication he took notice of the way you spoke your words as if sending them to him on paper wings, how your touch stayed on his arm so to give him the warmth that you hoped he hadn't already forgotten; and if he did, he certainly didn't speak it. He didn't speak at all once the silence took over, actually.

There was a small exchange of words when you first appeared, clarifying your intentions to free the captive clone and speaking then only when needed to give orders for the escape- though as soon as you pushed the throttle that pulled the ship free of the barrage of lasers and pursuing forces an eerie silence quickly settled, taking place in the air where your shared frantic breaths had left open. Everything seemed to come to a complete halt when the rush of stars that stretched across your vision in such vivid streaks returned to simple dots scattered around the walls of the universe.

"We have to wait here a bit for the others, once they've made it out they'll send us coordinates," You had spoken in a sort of voice you would use on a wounded animal, delicate and fragile and willing to falter if it spared the smallest of harsh tones.

He didn't speak.

Not with words in the least, though there was a story desperate to spill into a sea of tears as his eyes scanned the environment around him. It wasn't one you imagined he knew, but it was evident he saw the symptoms of his brothers in every little out of order detail that scarred this ship, and you could see the moments that took him as he stood and put the refined senses of a sharpshooter to practice.

You saw the way he paused as he noticed a scuff of paint on the piece of durasteel that hung just low enough for someone of Wrecker's height to hit in a rush, leaving behind a streak of white from the drawn face plastered in pale paint on his helmet. You were pretty sure the mark was still there on the armor, would Crosshair look to see if the evidence aligned when he saw the brute again?

Then the clone turned and saw the control panel that was still open with half a scomp sticking out, not that there was any physical memento needed to remember how Echo got stuck when the ship's power faltered and something or another went wrong in just the right way that you had to cut him out. Never really got around to removing the blatant jam in what would be an otherwise useful port, much to your droid's adamant displeasure.

Stepping back now and moving his sights as the man noticed a thin black wire that stuck out from the panel snake up and around until it brought him to the other side of the ship where a signature Tech project had been sitting untouched for a few days. It was a small device that required your input as well as his understanding of the skills needed. At this point you weren't sure if it was work being done for the payoff or simply the time to spend with one another.

Then, finally, Crosshair turned and saw a sight he hadn't seen since they had still called their barracks "home": a board with clear holes and a sloppily drawn target that Hunter often used to hone his accuracy with throwing knives, or even just pass the time when days grew too slow. But this was different. On one side was his clear mastery with a concise series of streaks, and the other one with far more scattered results- even some marks on the walls of the ship- with very few holes decidedly on the target.

"Hunter's been trying to teach me, I'm not that good at it, he said you were the only one who would ever entertain a challenge with him until I came along," An attempt to ease into a conversation, seeing something flash behind Crosshair's eyes as he remained fixated on the board.

The Crosshair described to you was so, so far from the one that stood here now. This wasn't a fire that burned when touched, it was a frost that lost the will to bite. Not the man who would speak slyly with a slick insult as he crossed his arms and looked smug. Not the sniper who never missed a target else he would live down his reputation and have it reflected on the foundation of his purpose. Not the soldier who fought for a cause that he believed in for it was the inspiration for his creation so how could he not?

The way his brothers spoke of him was marred by the rift torn between them, but no matter how muddy the waters became there was still such a clear affection they had for the man that couldn't be drowned by their anger, for it was this reaction alone that lead you to understand that it wasn't just anger it was also hurt and it was quelled questions and it was a desperate plea to the universe for an answer that didn't sting so sharply as the image that it was Crosshair's choice and his alone.

It had been such a subject of debate, recurring and spiraling into a series of speculation until Hunter finally announced the end of it and set everyone to a task to keep the peace. You never understood it much, why they felt the need to ask one another when it was apparent none of them had the grounds to claim to know for sure, unsure if anyone other than the Kaminoans would have such knowledge to begin with. Was it because they wanted to understand the truth that they asked in this way, or because they were too scared of what it could be?

"What did they say about me?" Crosshair had managed a few words, and despite the way they were shaky and weak and falling before they could fly it still took you by surprise.

"Well… a lot of things," Trying to recount something that wouldn't come off as harsh as it had been spoken when one of the boys had let it out with a burning ire. You didn't doubt Crosshair would understand their hatred stemmed from their feelings of betrayal, but there was still no need for that to be spoken now. It wasn't what anyone needed. There would be time to talk, and that could be saved for when the wounds were treated and healed into scars that could withstand what hadn't been said without tearing the stitches.

And it was then you realized that it wasn't inherently what they had said about him that should be shared, but what they hadn't.

When Omega said something in her silly, naive little way that had a mutual feeling flash through the soldiers you could see the way their hearts still bled for their brother. How when they explained it to her it was as if they were rationalizing it for themselves as well. Taking the much softer perspective they created to give the child and finding comfort in it as well.

That time you were on a roof scoping a location and Wrecker accidentally shouted up to you and called the name "Crosshair" out of habit, and how he tried to claim it was the shadow of a snipers pose that just had him caught in the moment and how it didn't matter at all and how you couldn't help but see such a strange emotion weep from his words as he defended his actions to nobody but himself.

Or the way Hunter's eyes found themselves stuck on a small jar of toothpicks when you went into a cantina to ask some questions to the tender, the confliction you could see as soon as he registered the objects and the way his focus kept flickering to what should have been just another something in the background.

The fact that any time one of them was given a task that used to be Crosshair's assigned job in the squad there was a complaint. Sometimes followed by usually Hunter barking about how that clearly couldn't be done by the original performer, sometimes it just fell silent as the memories played in their minds too. And even when it was your given task one of them would be sure to inform you that yes, it was Crosshair who usually climbed to the top of a perch and scouted ahead with the binocs, as if you had ever asked or had any doubts.

It was the way they snapped at you when you tried to move his weapons kit, the fact that you noticed them all visibly tense and grow shy when you first asked for the story of what happened, how when you asked about scope specifications it was as if everyone glanced around the room for him just to realize he wasn't there. That just like he noticed the signs of them in this ship you saw the signs of him in them.

But how did you share something like that?

When you turned to face the clone he was still standing with his eyes locked onto the targets littered with tears and holes. He was still but he was shaking but he didn't move but he was falling through the fabric of reality itself.

"They miss you. I guess that'd be a good summary of everything," Your voice took a risk, words extending hands and hoping that he'd reach out to take them.

Crosshair turned to you after his eyes fell and closed for a moment, a shaken breath having to fight itself to be regained before he looked and for what must be the first time it felt as if you were truly looking at one another face to face.

You could see through his gaze that he mirrored the sentiment, unable to speak it only from the words twisting and tripping and toiling with one another until they simply became stuck in his throat as nothing more than a weight he used to keep his guilt down. What used to be vivid and vivacious in his eyes had since been bled of their valiance and left nothing more than a ghost that haunted bittersweet memories. And the look that usually presented itself with a furrowed brow and a frown was too reduced to what remained when everything was stripped and bones were left bare.

Perhaps it was this unrelenting vulnerability that allowed the clone to venture into a territory he had always feared. He had already dug himself down to bedrock, what was the harm in seeing if there was anywhere else to go? It wasn't as if he could go any further south from here with the only tools at his disposal being his own worn hands.

"Even after it all?" A sincere request that was hesitant as it came to light, words drawled but not with intentional emphasis for dramatic effect more than a fear strong enough to slow them down but not strong enough to stop them.

And you couldn't help but smile and huff at that.

"You think that the brothers you were created with, raised with, trained with, and fought with would leave you behind like that?" You crossed your arms, still floating on a cloud of caution and care as you allowed your demeanor to shift just the slightest amount, "You think they didn't talk about how they would save you if they could? That they didn't tell Omega stories about all of you, as a team, and end it with a wish it could happen again one day? Do you really think they would have just… let you go if they had the option to bring you back with them?"

Your own voice wavered as you finished, finding a surprising amount of emotions starting to bubble up from beneath you, rising through your chest until they were at your eyes and you had to blink to keep them at bay. A task that became increasingly harder as you saw the way your words struck the other. Recoiling slightly as if you took a gun and pulled the trigger slow enough that it slowed time as well as the bullet struck him.

He looked at you in such a pleading way, asking a question neither of you knew but you knew it was there and that it needed to be answered, but how do you answer something that can't be asked with words that need to be spoken? And what little humor had taken hold of you drained from below your feet as you saw the first tear fall.

It was almost instinct that brought you closer, pulling the soldier into an embrace and holding him together before he fell apart in the absence of a strength he finally lost his grasp on. Slipping from the control he had placed himself under when he convinced himself of his loyalty and threw away what he was pretending wasn't what he had wanted, what he needed.

When he fell weak you brought him to the ground gently, pulling him to lean his weight onto you, sheltering him as you felt his breath on your neck and his hands trembling as they latched onto what was left for them to, finding solace in gripping your arms and using that hold to keep the distance from tearing you apart as if he was afraid of what would happen if he let go.

You hadn't thought much of it until this moment. Not his side of it, at least.

Countless nights of yours since joining up had been spent pondering this particular clone, but it had always been through the eyes of his brothers. From a thick lens of red that hazed everything through it to a velvet that could scream as it drowned, altering any other color to the same fate and sparing few alternatives. In this way it was more strategic in understanding, emotions running behind in close second but never pushing past to take the lead.

But what of him? What of the one who was left behind? The one that you heard of but never knew, only knowing him now that he was cracking and falling apart into pieces in your arms; not when he was a sheep in wolves clothing, or even the original side of him that had simply been the clone soldier with a bit of an edge. And what did all these mirrored versions of him reduce down to behind the smoke from the flames he used to burn them?

Through every strained breath from the man you could feel a quake in your own heart, the loneliness that he wore as a badge of pride and honor seeping through his touch and into yours and showing their true colors. Nothing more than a masquerade, a delusion he dressed up and decided was his fate because it was easier to say it was fate that chose your twisted path instead of your own two feet.

And again it became ironic, or maybe poetic if the word catches a peculiar fancy, how it was the disobedience he was known for prior that finally set him free now. Did he still believe that things were a certain way because he was created to fit into a place? Or has he remembered that even when he was supposed to submit himself to the aforementioned he never did, that he always broke the mold he wouldn't be cast into and finished the mission without following the orders.

And how, you can't help but think, will he unfold now that he has been free of all the shackles that have had him bound to what he believed to be loyalty?

What kind of man would he turn into when he patched up his relationship with his brothers, when he met Omega on equal ground and spoke her name, when he got the chance to exist as something more than a shadow of a soldier still fighting a war that had already ended?

Time would only tell as it was the teller of all tales, and as if summoned by thought the comm device strapped to your side beeped twice before a muffled voice gave the confirmation that you were to expect coordinates in the upcoming moments for your rendezvous.

"Hey," You whispered, holding the man just a bit tighter as you felt his breath hitch and hold itself, stilling for just long enough for you to say what he needed to be told, "Let's just get you home, yeah?"

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