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skellymom · 2 months

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"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 2

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, death of major character, sadness, crying, guilt, permanent injury, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, bite kind, blood kink, pain kink, spank kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN CHAPTER 1. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN THIS CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

To read Chapter 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744267915687264256/bring-me-to-my-knees-part-1?source=share

The intel proved to be correct. You and Crosshair traveled to an uncharted planet well past the Outer Rim. A quiet unassuming place to start planning a burgeoning Rebellion.

He piloted. As your ship entered planetary airspace several Rebel ships swooped in as escorts. The Rebel base radioed in to confirm your status.

“Crosshair, Clone Force 99 and Y/N, civilian. We are Rebel sympathizers wanting to join the Rebel cause and find our lost family and squad members.” You replied.

“Authenticating data. Hold your position.”

Silence as you and Crosshair waited on bated breath.

“You are clear to land. We will perform a customary inspection of your transport. Then check your gunnery and weapons at the docking station armory.”

“They’ll be taking my rifle OVER my DEAD body.” Crosshair snarked.

“Toothpick?”

“Hhm?”

“It’s your gun, NOT your dick. Let them do their job.”

He sighed and shook his head.

Word must have spread fast. No sooner did you land than Omega was out the bay door jumping up and down in excitement.

Crosshair barely got the gangplank down on the ship. You jumped over the stairs and landed on your hands and knees. Sprung up and ran to her.

Omega knocked you over with her embrace. You were both laying there crying. She had grown two heads taller and much stronger too.

Rebel soldiers had come out to check the validity of your claims. They stood aside seeing at least one of their residents recognize you. They had witnessed MANY reunions just like this as people were finding their way to the planet.

There was more: Wrecker wasn’t far behind. He scooped you both up and hugged you fiercely.

“AWWW...SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! MISSED YA HORRIBLY!!!” Wiping away tears.

Echo approached with Phee.

Wrecker let you go, and you embraced them both with each arm.

“Phee...what happened???” Her beautiful hair was gone. Head covered and tied fashionably with a scarf. Burn scar down one side of her face. You noticed one hand had scars as well.

She shot Echo a strange look, then shrugged and perked up. “It’s growing back. Getting bacta therapy for the scars.”

“Tech? Hunter? Are they here?”

Echo answered “Come inside. We’ll get you settled.”

“Wait, I didn’t come alone.”

You turned towards your ship. Crosshair was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Omega gave him a bear hug. He had allowed her that. Wrecker stood a few feet away watching them.

Echo took your hand. “Let’s give them some time to catch up.”

He and Phee led you inside the base past bustling personnel.

“Wait...I didn’t check my blaster...”

“That’s ok” Phee patted your shoulder. “We vouched for you. Crosshair though...”

You approached an open medical station with bacta tanks lined up...recognizing...

“TECH!”

He bobbed merrily in the solution, waving at your arrival.

You stopped to see he was missing both legs...just like Echo. There were scars all over his body, some weren’t present during his rescue. Tech saw your face and immediately started signing in Basic.

It is no major loss. I will be fine. Only 20 more rotations within this tank, then I shall be fitted for my prosthetics...please...don’t cry.

Things were starting to come together...Phee’s hair loss and burns...the Marauder being hit...

“WHERE’S HUNTER???” You yelled it in a panic.

Echo stepped in and took your hand. “Y/N... he...” The look on his face told you this wouldn’t be good news. Echo’s eyes registered the scarf draped around your neck.

There was a commotion behind you at the entrance of the base. Crosshair’s voice. Arguing with two Rebel troopers over his lack of compliance regarding check-in.

“Sir! We need you to...”

“NOT NOW! Can’t you see MY PARTNER is in distress!!!”

The trooper grabbed his arm. Crosshair immediately disarmed the man and put his ass on the floor. Then handed the troopers gun to HIS partner sneering, “I said FUCK OFF!”

The second trooper took the gun and commed for backup.

Crosshair stalked over gently putting his hands on your shoulders. Fixing Echo with his baleful stare. “Where’s Hunter?”

Echo fixed you both with his amber eyes. He sighed; his expression was so sad. “I’ll take you to him.”

Tech tapped on the tank to get Crosshair’s attention. Cross glanced over shocked. He hadn’t recognized who was in there. Then he noticed Tech’s condition.

I’ll be ok brother. He signed.

Tech put his hand up against the glass. Crosshair placed his on the other side against Tech’s.

The trooper’s backup arrived and trained their blasters on Crosshair. He turned and eyed them menacingly. Then dropped his hands from your shoulders, one of which you grabbed.

“Don’t start any shit, Toothpick. Please, this isn’t the time.” Squeezing his hand firmly.

He squeezed your hand back and stood down.

“Break it up Trooper. These are friendlies.” Captain Rex emerged from the back of the squad.

“But sir, he assaulted one of our Rebel staff. And he refused to check his rifle.” Pointing to Stormpuncher mounted on Crosshair’s back.

“I’ll handle it, Trooper. You are all dismissed.”

The Rebel squad eyed Crosshair uneasily as they filed away from the scene.

“Good to see you both alive and well.” Rex smiled genuinely. “But I’ll let Echo catch you up on everything.” He nodded to Echo and stepped away.

At this point Wrecker and Omega joined the group.

“Follow me.” Echo instructed.

You glanced at Tech as the group started to walk away. He smiled wistfully.

“I got them Brown Eyes.” She winked at Tech, and he winked back. But he still looked concerned.

Phee put her arm around your shoulder and walked with you. Crosshair followed at your other side silently.

The group filed through the whole facility: past logistics, maintenance, troop training, mess, quarters, a small prison area (mostly empty), daycare, pet kennel, a few non-descript departments, and finally to the back end of the facility. The group approached heavy double doors.

There was a sense of dread in your chest. Everyone was quiet. Echo looked heartbroken as he swiped his key card over the lock mechanism.

The doors opened to the outside. A HUGE garden stretching for over a mile...planted with the bodies of those fallen from the Empire. Headstones, holoshrines, helmets, and all manner of tributes marked each plot. Adults, children, military, civilians, even service animals. Droids who could not be repaired were erected as tribute statuary with holoplaques proclaiming their sacrifice.

Hunter was there. Laid to rest several rows down from the entrance.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

“This isn’t real...” Shaking your head but staring straight ahead at Hunter’s helmet propped up on his plot. “NO... can’t.” Tears running down your face.

Phee rubbed your back. “I’m SO sorry.” She was crying too. “Broody saved my life. I almost burned to death.” She pulled off the scarf to reveal the severity of her injuries. “I’m the reason he’s here.”

Wrecker piped up “Noo, that’s not true. He would’ve done it for anyone on that ship.” He hugged Phee.

Survivor’s guilt. Your heart went out to her.

Crosshair took your hand and silently encouraged you to step down into the memorial and go to Hunter’s plot. You inhaled and stepped down...then your legs gave out. Crosshair grabbed your right shoulder. Echo ran over and supported your left.

They led you to the plot. Wrecker, Phee, and Omega stayed behind.

Soft grass was planted for whomever wished to sit and visit. Hunter’s helmet was surrounded by vivid red Poppies in full bloom. Echo seated you upon the grass. Crosshair kneeling beside you.

“Can I do anything at all for you both.” He inquired.

Silence.

“Uh...I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Echo?”

“Yeah?”

You swept him up in a hug again. “Thank you...for everything.” Tears returning.

“Oh, of course.” He embraced you back. Holding on for some time.

Echo patted your back and cleared his throat. He let go and wiped a tear from his face.

Then he was gone.

Crosshair sat stone faced staring at Hunter’s helmet bereft of emotion. It was the best he could do at this moment.

You took off the red scarf, slipped it over Hunter’s helmet, and arranged it as if draped off Hunter’s own shoulders.

Like he was sitting right in front of you with his bucket on...

A sudden loud sob escaped. Each exhalation became louder until it ended in a scream. Your face red and pressed into the warm grass. Watering Hunter’s grave with your tears. Freeing the emotion out of the pit of your being. Screaming, sobbing until empty, finally collapsing from exhaustion.

The afternoon progressed and the sun started to dip down towards the horizon.

“Hey” Crosshair nudged you from disassociation. “Let’s go.”

Numb, you let him haul you up under the shoulders. Standing, your vision went snowy and black.

Crosshair must have carried you to the ship. The next few days were a blur, you slept through most of it. He hovered, fixing ration soup and just about threatening to force feed you. Trading whatever he could for black market sweets just to get ANYTHING into your belly. You barely remember Echo, Wrecker, Omega, or Phee visiting. Or AZI monitoring your vitals, reporting them well within range, that it was “only” grief and would eventually pass.

Finally, after days in your bunk Crosshair had enough.

“Soup!” He poked you awake.

“Whaa?” Weakly turning over, burrowing under the blanket.

“Get up. You STINK!”

“Fuck off Crossy...”

“Get up, or I’m throwing you INTO the refresher. Clothes and all.”

You ignored him.

Crosshair reached under the blanket and yanked you up. You caterwauled hurling swears, too weak to fight. But you were strong enough to hold on.

He opened the refresher door and attempted to set you down. You stuck to him like shit on a Bantha’s behind. It turned into a wrestling match, both of you swearing at one another. One hand pried off him, then another would latch on, finally tearing his shirt to shreds.

Cross gave up and flipped on the water soaking you both. The cold spray only made you hold on tighter, pressing against his chest for warmth. He gave up, sighed, adjusted the temp to warm.

“Will you wash my hair?”

Sighing again. “Yes.”

You let go and turned your back to him. Crosshair lathered up his hands.

“Wait.” You pulled the soaked T-shirt over your head and threw it in the corner of the shower. Now you're only clad in underwear. “Ok.”

He applied the shampoo and did one helluva job massaging it into your hair. You smiled and groaned at the sensation. He finished by twisting the hair into a soapy point atop your head.

“Will you wash my back and neck?”

Heavy sigh. But he did. His hands were amazing.

“Toothpick, will...”

“I’m NOT washing your dirty ass...or anything else. You can reach.” Cross rinsed his hands and exited the refresher, leaving you to finish the job.

You finally exited the shower feeling and smelling much better.

Clean towels and comfy clothing were waiting for you. A non-descript box sat atop them.

Dried, dressed, brushed your hair and nasty teeth. Then opened the box. The beautiful black and silver scarf from Mel and Marv’s stand. Toothpick paid attention...and had held on to it the whole time.

You put it on and made your way back through the darkened ship.

Crosshair was waiting, sitting on a blanket spread out on the floor. There was a multitude of fresh food and rations upon it. Also, a lit candle in the middle. The kind he would razz you about that “smelled like flowers and shit.”

You smiled. “Is this a date?” Attempting some levity.

“Sit your ass down and eat.”

“Thank you.” Caressing the scarf around your neck.

“For what?” He played dumb. You could see he noticed.

“Everything. Being there for...” You couldn’t bear to speak it. “Taking care of me, this food...”

“Can’t have you dying on me. Would have smelled worse than you already did.”

“Oh...and that shower brawl...” looking up from your food. “THAT was certainly SOMETHING.”

Crosshair grinned. “You owe me a new shirt.”

“Do I, now? Well, don’t wear clothes in the refresher when you decide to throw me in.”

He cocked an eyebrow while biting into a ration bar.

“Then when I grab something, it’ll be foreplay.”

Crosshair choked on his food.

You stuffed yourself full. Satisfied, thanking Crosshair again (who rolled his eyes), and wandered back to your bunk.

He had changed the bedding out while you were in the refresher. It was clean and the blanket turned over, inviting you to slide in.

It felt wonderful burrowing into the clean sheets.

But sleep was elusive tonight.

The grief was still too much for you both.

Two people alone on a dark, silent ship. The distance between you palpable.

“Are...you awake?” he furtively asked with hushed tones in the dark.

“Umhmm.” Intrigued as to why he asked. Sitting up and sliding your legs off to the side of the bunk.

Silence.

You sat there in the dark waiting for an answer.

More silence...

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...then Crosshairs hand gently smoothing away the hair from your temple.

You immediately embraced him tightly.

He falters for just a beat. Body frozen for what seems like an eternity. Would this scare him away?

Then you feel his arms encircle you, lips upon your cheek...kissing down to your lips.

Unable to hold back any further, you turn your head to meet his lips to yours.

Mouths opening to breathe into the well of one another. Sliding upon each other passionately. Breaths furiously taken in between long heated kisses.

Then parting quickly to pull the clothing from each other's body. Almost ripping the cloth away from bare skin. Occasional moans of longing for skin-to-skin contact.

Finally free of constraints, he stops to visually take you in...

...he’s waited SO LONG for this moment. Couldn’t help admiring your strength while rescuing him on Tantiss...but finding out you bonded romantically to Hunter...

“I... I’m afraid...” Terror and shame on his face.

This shocks you to hear such words fall from his lips. He’s so VULNERABLE...kneeling next to you proclaiming his feelings.

You reach out and stroke the side of his face, then firmly grip this chin. “So am I. But it’s just the two of us now.”

You both stare into the lonely abyss of each other's eyes.

“And I CAN’T STAND being alone.”

“Then you WON’T be...EVER” He reaches out across the space between, pulling you to his body. His heat, his need.

You have your own need, your heat blazes HOT with his deep kisses. Tongues intertwining.

Then he pulls away to bury his face next to your ear whispering EVERY DIRTY THING he’s going to do to you while nuzzling and nipping your ear. Rubbing his hard cock along your shin, sliding along the wetness it leaves behind.

You moan loudly...” Oh...fuck me...”

“Mhmm...” trailing his tongue down your neck. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs. Stopping just short of your sex. Teasing his fingers around it...teasing you into fever pitch.

Your hand on his shoulder digs your nails into his flesh. He moans in ecstasy from the pain. Trailing down your chest to nip and lick at your nipples. Crosshair stares up adoringly with half hooded eyes.

His hand casually brushes your sex and trails away.

Smiling while he teases.

You grip the edge of the bunk, bracing your feet on the floor, and buck out your hips in the air, gasping, baring your teeth.

Then he playfully but firmly slaps your sex.

It pisses you off while turning you on at the same time. The tension building.

His cock is SO slippery against your leg. The breath coming from him labored and shaky. Tracing your thighs just so closely to where you want to be stimulated, then away again.

“FUCK ME!” You growl deeply through your teeth. Something FERAL awakening in you. Shaking, sweating, digging harder into his shoulder. It starts to bleed, and his eyes roll back in his head.

His facial expression turns intense. He slaps your sex again. You moan louder, then growl again.

The teasing. It’s driving you INSANE.

He knows you’re about to lose it...

Crosshair stops kissing your chest, put’s his snarky, sexy, come-fuck-me-face up to your ear...

“...Mmm...bite me...”

Back somewhere in your sexually addled lizard brain registers this could be literal instead of figurative.

And he slaps you...ONE MORE TIME...

Without thinking you sink your teeth into his other shoulder. Blood seeping into your mouth.

Crosshair screams out in fevered sexual ecstasy...frotting his weeping cock furiously against your leg.

His slapping hand comes back fully on your sex, furiously stimulating...

...kneading...

...filling up your intimate spaces...

...sliding....

...you buck your hips tightly against the hand that services you...

...as the pressure of your molars squeeze the flesh of his shoulder...it’s heavenly pressure...the taste of copper as you suck it down...

Crosshair’s fevered thrusts of his hips.

The fevered ministrations of his hand.

Ragged breaths mixed with groans...whimpers...

You release your mouth from his shoulder, as you gasp for air... blood trailing down his back from the punctures. Small crimson rivulets running down your chin, neck, across your erect nipples...you fall back...Pressing your head into the bunk...eyes widening...mouth open. His left hand on the small of your back like a spotter, his right sending you over the edge...

Clenching your abdomen...you feel that tickle...the beginning of...

Crosshair stops and pulls his hand away. You grab his arm devastated, angry even to be thwarted from your orgasm.

Breathlessly “I want to FEEL you...from the INSIDE.” It’s not presented as a question. But he’s waiting for your consent.

You reach down, stroke his sopping wet member. He moans and shudders. Then brush a ghost of a kiss across Crosshair’s forehead as you scoot fully onto the bunk and open yourself up to him. Your seductive gaze is inviting.

Up off his knees, he slinks over you on the bunk. Staring like a hungry animal.

For a fleeting moment, you don’t see Crosshair there...just Hunter. Your desire threatens to topple over into grief...all these emotions bubbling up from the surface. That scar will NEVER be totally healed. The sadness that will NEVER totally leave.

Crosshair watches the subtle changes of your expression and senses this. He understands. While there are differences, it’s his loss too.

He covers his body with yours, basking in the warmth skin to skin. Then takes your face in his hands. Touching foreheads, he whispers promises for you both in the future. All the things you will do together and the burdens you will both share and support each other through. Every one of them ends with a kiss as a promise.

“I’m not Hunter...but...I’ll work on being a better man than I was in my past.”

“I don’t want you to live in Hunter’s shadow. You’re different. Our relationship will be different.”

Silence.

“I’m SO SORRY you lost your brother.”

Crosshair covers his face with his hand. Silent tears spill out between his fingers.

You say no more and hold him tightly. Knowing it was A LOT for him to even let go like this. Knowing the relationship, he had with especially Hunter was fraught with so much emotional angst. And the heavy burden Crosshair holds about the horrible things he did at the end.

You both lay there for some time wrapped up together in each other's arms...just being. Crosshair’s head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You rubbing gentle circles though his hair.

Finally, he speaks, “Would you like me to finish?” Looking up at you seriously with those intense dark eyes.

You read him like a book. He knows you too well now. There’s a deep care for one another. But you both know the sex tonight will be for dealing with the grief. That's ok though. It’s an unspoken agreement of how this will help the two of you bond and heal.

You’ll both drink, fight, fuck, laugh, and all manner of things together while dealing with this shared grief. Whatever gets you by. It’ll bind you both thick as thieves.

“Yes.”

He kisses down your body to your sex. Licking, sucking, lavishing you with an intensity that prevents you from lying still. All the while grinding his returned erection into the sheets, soaking them.

You both begin to get vocal. He adds more stimulation with his fingers, driving you wild. Grasping the bedding, you arch your back again. With the pressure in your core, his tongue wetly sliding over your sex...your breathing reaches a fever pitch...the tingling returns...

“Crosshair...”

He stops, sits up, gently pulls your hips to position, and slides his length into you.

“Fuuuck...” he groans loudly, slowly pulling out, then slowly sliding in...he wants to feel it ALL. No rush. Just the amazing sensation...every inch...of him...against you...

...sliding out...

...sliding in...

His legs are shaking.

Your breath not just respirations but moans to the timing of his thrusts.

...sliding out...

...sliding in...

Crosshair’s eyes are hooded in desire. He can see you’re about to cum. A crooked, horny smile crosses his face.

The tingle becomes a wave...

IT RUSHES THROUGH YOU like beautiful warm surf racing towards your sex...

...and reaches its destination...

You arch your back deeper...He’s watching you at the apex of your orgasm. Time seems to slow down for a few seconds. Eyes open with no angst, anger, judgement, spite, sass...his eyes...the window to a man WIDE OPEN at this moment in time. He’s telling you with his eyes what his voice could not.

You’re staring above right into those eyes as your head presses just a centimeter deeper into the bedding...you inhale DEEPLY as those warm tendrils explode deep at the base of your core.

Orgiastic moan-scream comes from your mouth so intensely you feel it in the roof of your mouth. Vision fuzzing out slightly. Tiny warm explosions of nerves firing everywhere in your body.

Crosshair squeezes you tightly, screaming gutturally, eyes shut tight, and shuddering inside you with his own climax. Both of your sensory stimuli shut out to the outside world: Only aware of you both connected at the junction of your bodies.

And then the orgasm dissipates like a wave being pulled back out to sea. Seafoam settling in and tickling the shoals of your sex.

You feel warm and tingly...the rush of all those endorphins. He collapses gently on top of you. Gathering each other up in embrace.

laying in each other’s arms realizing the future is wide open. It's a bit daunting...scary even. But you have each other. And, for now, that will do.

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potchatok-art · 1 month

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On the opposite side of the continent, the culture of Kāwnukujur’ tries to survive. Historically on Earth, hunter-gatherers are more healthier and successful than any agricultural societies. Other sutviprra of Tofur’akuiwer call them Nyzgöts for their smaller size, both because of their diet and islander ancestry. To protect themself from unfair adversaries, some tread into the mountain valleys, but lowland sutviprra become more organized and engineering, changing entire landscapes to prevent being overrun. The technology demandes unearthed new demands and issues - much like humans, sutviprra were not designed to be smart and tool-using, and while their anatomy supports them, it strains. Sutvipra have a very heavy head and bones and muscles of the spine do support it, it gets really tenuous, when they need to lift or drag something by their tentacles. An uncomfortable move may lead to serious injury and even paralysis from the neck down (though this term is inacceptable for sutviprra). Another weak point is the breathways, that go from the nostrils to all the front of the mussel, protected by nothing but superfluous cartilage. If you know, how an elephant would take a log - for sutviprra that may result in serious damage.

Kāwnukujur’ relationship to their disabled members is diverse, but generally they are preserved and respected. Some subsections raise their disabled status to the Kāsur’ - not necesseraly the ruling class, but those who are responsible for accounting of resources, jobs and plans for the community. While disabled kawār’ lose their ability to work, their ability to observe, count and think is put to good use and for it they are taken care of not just by their families, but by anyone in the town.

The accommodation for disability and agriculture - nōhākuj, though mutated and domesticated since the times from before Nyrrawās, makes it difficult to travel and escape the reading from the Wodiakukār’ - bigger sutviprra of the same region. The Kāwnukujur’ have to build some kind of fortifications, while accounting for inadequacies of their anatomy. After a lot of trial and error they figured out implements, comparable to the wheel in it’s significance - Kakukfurr’nys - mussel corset, a wooden or boney plate fastened to the head, protecting the breathing tube from the weight, allowing common workers to lift heavier weight. While very helpful, reducing traumatic incidents dramatically, this doesn’t solve the problem of spine connection - this requires more sophisticated construction of a much more complex structure. Luckily, another domesticated plant in their repertoire is a Koenys tree, which’s resin and fruits, after certain procedure, rubber-like substance is produced - Ojēnynonukujur. While still hot, the substance is poured into the wood-carved forms, gets cooled and utilized either like a glue or made into elastic belts and fastened onto the bone axes and the entire construction is fastened onto the back, providing additional force and dissipating stress - outside construction is more likely to break by the accidental design, saving the carrier. Operators of Ojēnynokujurran are more risky and yet more regarded, as traumas are still not averted completely.

Innovations in accommodation and demand for organization startet up so far unprecedented development of towns and even substantial cities. Mostly, such cities spring on the cities of the river Nōfur’nuch and Tonuch. Another river in the region, Rakāwardanuch is notorious as it is a natural border for Kāwnukujur’ from the Wodiakukār’, and therefore on it’s shores cities are closer to fortresses and kawār’ who live there are more militarized, even developing a woodwooven shield and a tricky martial art, relying on it.

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autisticsupervillain · 11 months

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Not-Them vs Alternate!

Conditions:

A Type Three Alternate is used.

Scenario:

The Not-Them has begun impersonating Sasha and has just settled into her home when Sasha's Alternate breaks in, looking to replace her itself.

Analysis: Not-Them

Fear. One of the most fundamental aspects of human emotion. The impulse that has kept us alive long enough to dominate the planet. Everyone is afraid of something. The dark, the ocean, the sky, the unknown. It is perfectly natural to be afraid of something. But that doesn't mean that your fears can't... define you. Hollow you out and replace you until only the Fear remains.

Thousands of years before human society existed, something, somewhere, felt very afraid. This created the Thing That Was Fear. The sentient, incorporeal fear of being Hunted that all wilds animals have. As humanity and nature evolved, sentient creatures began to fear more things. They feared drowning. Darkness. Being buried alive. Being slaughtered in wars or being burnt alive by fire. And so these Fear expanded to accommodate these new fears, splitting into fifteen different Entities to represent each of the new schools of Fear that sentient thought had created. One of these Entities or Great Powers is the fear of strangers. The fear of the uncanny valley. Of importers. The fear that I Do Not Know You. Otherwise known simply as the Stranger.

The Stranger, like all the other Great Powers, interacts with our physical reality through use of Artifacts, Cursed Locations, and Avatars. These Avatars can be selected, wherein one Marked by a Power dies and is resurrected as an extension of the Power's being. One can even willingly choose to become an Avatar. But others are simply... created.

Today's subject is one of the oldest of them all. So ancient that it is responsible for changeling legends. The entity selects a victim at random, kills them, and then shapeshifts to replace them, warping reality to alter the memories of everyone they've met and change all physical evidence to match their new appearance.

Only one person is left unaltered to remember the victim, so that the creature may taunt them. Only one is left to realize that the person wearing their friend's skin is simply.... Not-Them. Until the creature geys bored, slaughters everyone, and moves on to its next victim, as it has for centuries.

Despite it's sadistic insistence on mind games and trickery, the Not-Them is more than capable of ripping people apart directly, taking a monsterous form with long, disjointed limbs to skin its enemies alive. It's durable enough to survive a sewer tunnel collapsing on top of it, and deadly enough to fight evenly with not just a werewolf, but also a fully awakened Avatar of the Hunt, Trevor Herbert.

Avatars of the Hunt are among the most directly deadly Avatars out there, frequently known to Hunt other Avatars for sport. Trevor in particular is a skilled Vampire hunter and it's been stated that a fully realized Hunt Avatar is one of the only things capable of potentially killing a fully realized Avatar of the End. This should make Trevor stronger than your average Desolation Avatar, who are capable of reducing people to nothing but charred skeletons. The amount of energy you'd need to produce for that would be equivalent to 0.05 tons of TNT.

Source:

Needless to say, the fact that the Not-Them can survive a free for all between a werewolf and two Hunt Avatars is remarkably impressive, marking it as perhaps one of the Strangers strongest minions.

It is by no means invincible, however. It's reality warping effect cannot alter old forms of technology, like cassette tapes, so it can be found out that way and under the Ceaseless Gaze of the Archivist, it crumbles like anything else.

But it is still paranoia incarnate. Do you know the person sitting next to you? ....Are you sure?

Analysis: Alternate

The Father. The Son. The Holy Spirit. The three facets of God as layed out by the Christian Bible. His creation of the universe and governance of it from then on are detailed heavily within the ancient tome, detailing the beginning of creation to the death and Resurrection of His son and beyond. The worship of His grace and idolization of His son's sacrifice make up the backbone of one of the largest religious faiths in the world today, with His word as written in the Bible having forever altered the course of human history.

Unfortunately, it is all lies.

Jesus Christ did not rise from his grave on the third day. He resurrected still, granted, but he did not rise. If you listen closely to the sand, you can still hear him screaming.

At a critical moment in biblical history, a stranger wearing Archangel Gabriel's face appeared to lead mankind astray. This "Alternate" Gabriel taunted Joseph gleefully at the foot of his bed, boasting about what he would achieve with himself as mankind's new shepherd. Satan had won. Christianity had been following his word for decades. And after centuries of worship, he no longer had any need for mankind. Rejoice.

As such, Satan dispatched his Alternates to replace mankind. Ancient shapeshifting demons that had existed since the era of Adam and Eve. These entities are split into four distinct types. Doppelganger's are perfect physical copies of the person they were intended to imitate, completely impossible to distinguish from the original. Unspeakable is the type which the Alternate Gabriel belongs to, about which little is known. The fourth type are "Tulpas", or Alternates brought into existence by someone's imagination. But the third type is the one being discussed today, as it is the most iconic. "Flawed Impersonators".

Type Three Alternates are nearly identical to Type One, but with the distinctly imperfect appearances. They resembled a "funhouse mirror" version of those they wish to impersonate, with impossible physical features. Long limbs, faceless heads, pitch black bodies or even completely upside down anatomy. One wonders if they're simply mocking their victims with their distortions...

These beings share a hive mind and work together with the goal of killing and replacing all of humanity. Aside from the exception of Gabriel/Satan, they all share the same general powers. They can fly, mimic your voice, and are superhumanly strong, to the point of tanking bullets and ripping police officers apart. Despite this, however, they do not typically kill their prey through physical means. They much prefer to drive the MAD...

That is to say, they infect their prey with the mental illness known as Metaphysical Awareness Disorder. The Alternates are aware of secrets "not desired to be known by mankind". Secrets of reality that could break the human mind in half. By whispering these secrets to you, Alternates can drive you to suicide, with a staggering 97% success rate. Though that 3% suggests that the effect can be resisted, even by ordinary humans, it is staggeringly difficult to do so.

The steps to mitigating the effects of MAD are as follows:

Avoid frequent religious practices

Avoiding believing in or caring about philosophical implications.

Do not acknowledge that man in the corner. Don't open your eyes as he watches. Mere inches away from your face.

...You're still certain that that is your friennd sitting beside you, yes? He's awfully close now. He looks like he wants to tell you something. Share something that's been driving him MAD....

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I don't think I need to spell out at this point that the Not-Them is physically much, much stronger than the Alternate. Tanking bullets in one thing, reducing humans to charcoal is very much another. What this debate almost solely hinges on is the question of if the Not-Them can be affected by MAD.

Now, the Not-Them hasn't shown any particular resistance to supernatural mind manipulation. You could count the Avatars of the Stranger not being affected by the Unknowing, but that's more likely just the Stranger not attacking it's own Avatars. But, by that same token, it's entirely possible for regular humans to survive MAD.

That raises the question what exact information MAD conveys to drive people, well, mad. There is some speculation that MAD is instilled by revealing the truth behind Gabriel and Christianity, given that being particularly religious is a major risk factor for it. No matter your religion, learning that Christianity specifically is real and the world is being ruled by Satan would certainly be a horrific thing to hear. The problem is that I'm not sure the Not-Them would care.

For one, the setting of TMA is itself horrific. If you told any character from it that the world is being ruled by Satan, their response would probably be "well that would explain a lot". Even then, the Not-Them has no investment in the struggle between the Great Powers. It just wants to kill and torture people for their fear. It doesn't care who's running the world so long as they don't get in the way.

But even that is running on assumptions. The Mandela Catalogue is very purposefully vague about at lot of its storytelling, so the exact nature of the information "mankind doesn't wish to know" is up for debate.

Until we get a definitive answer on what MAD entails, my answer is this. The Alternate is an ancient eldritch abomination that drives people to suicide by spreading a dark truth about the nature of the universe. The Not-Them is a similarly (though not quite as) ancient entity who is already aware of several dark truths about the universe and the madness that the Alternates spread can be (rarely) survived by humans as it stands. As such, I put my money on MAD not working more often than not, at which point the Not-Them rips the Alternate apart.

If nothing else, we've answered the question about who is sitting next to you. Presumably.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Not-Alternate!

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.3)

Warnings: Mild Language, physical contact (non-violent), mentions of killing, aIso the gif isn't mine

Pairing: Mando x reader (the 18+ content starts later, this is, again just a real long introduction between you two...we'll get to the spicy stuff soon I promise)

Previous Chapter Summary: Dead set on stopping any bounty hunter from harming the Child, you're faced with ending up having to fight the Mandalorian. A task you are dreading. But in the mean time, you can't let Kuiil know your secret plan and must help him train the warrior to ride a blurrg.

“A bounty hunter” you confirm, looking over at him. He nods. You hoped he couldn’t hear the shake in your voice. How were you going to stop this one?

“Thank you” the voice that came from under the helmet was deep, earthy. You had to take a second to process how sincere that statement sounded.

You were about to get him as far from this place as possible, give him some bad directions or something, but Kuiil, worried by the sounds of the Blurrg fight, was right on your tail.

He saw the blinking tracking fob you were still holding and looked down at the Mandalorian.

“We will help you.”

The bounty hunter looked up at him, about to stand in protest, but Kuiil shut that notion down with his simple yet, somehow always effective, “I have spoken”

You smirked remembering the first time you had heard him say that. In a situation not too dissimilar to this. Oh god…but you were no Mandalorian. This legendary thing before you…he was supposed to be the best of the best. The most resilient, well equipped fighters in the land. How were you supposed to stop him? This would be a hard fight. This could be a deadly fight. Oh Maker, what had you gotten yourself into?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Kuiil gesturing towards you.

“I’m sorry?” you asked, realizing you had completely zoned out.

“I said he will ride with you.” He explained.

“Um. What?” you blurted out. Blurrgs were definitely not made to accommodate a second rider…let alone one as…you glanced down at the armored man…let alone one as broad as that.

“It will be a short ride. And there are near invisible ravine openings in the land here that only the blurrgs raised in this valley can avoid. It is like the map is etched in their mind.” He explained to the bounty hunter, sounding quite proud of his animals. Normally you would have smiled quietly at this, finding the old man sweet. At this point he felt like a grandfather to you.

But you couldn’t focus on that because the bounty hunter had hopped on behind you and to balance had to press his firm chest-plate up against your back. “You better hold on, Mandalorian,” you said gruffly, really not loving this situation. You weren’t ready for this. You had to train more, get back into the swing of things. Oh what were you on about? Even at your best, you would have never been able to beat a Mandalorian. You were going to die. You were straight up just…going to die. Maker. Shit.

You really hoped he didn’t have some mind-reading tech programmed into that helmet of his. Oh but he definitely has a pulse sensor.

Realizing this, you focused on your breathing. Slow intakes of breath cooled you down. You tried to put your frantic thoughts out of your mind and focus on…something real. Something tangible. The familiar hopping of the blurrg, and the rough rope reins in your hands, and the strong arms around your waist-

Wait…what?

You had been so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed when the bounty hunter, obeying your command, had wrapped his arms fully around you. You weren’t small by any means, with a decent build and muscular core, but his armored forearms dwarfed your waist…

Though you were moderately successful at keeping your heartrate down for the rest of the ride back to the farm, you couldn’t help but let a blush creep onto your cheeks whenever the bounty hunter would tighten his arms around you at a particularly high jump or how at the landing he would kind of jostle into you and mutter something like a sorry as his leather-clad fingers dug into you.

As you all dismounted in front of the farm-house Kuiil commented bluntly on the Mandalorian’s shaky-looking riding skills. He said we would have to train him before he would be able to reach the encampment.

It was hilarious to watch. Seeing the Mandalorian being thrown from the blurrg time and again. You leaned your elbows on the fence, giggling a bit when he would jump at the charging animal. You thought he didn’t hear you but on maybe the fourth time you laughed at him his helmet turned and made…well not eye contact exactly, but you could tell he was staring pointedly.

You put your hands up in protest. “I’m sorry! But it’s a little funny.” You say through a laugh. He walked over to you. Oh, shit, did you overstep? “I don’t have time for this. Do you have a Landspeeder or a Speeder bike I could hire?” he says, annoyed. He’s standing face to face with you now, only the bar of the fence between you. You realize just how tall he is. He looks down at you and tilts his helmet to the side, you realize you hadn’t answered him yet.

“No. We don’t, sorry. Come on now, you’re a Mandalorian! Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. I’m sure you can handle this foal.”

It was only after saying that up to the dark visor of the helmet that you realized how in awe you sounded.

I mean why shouldn’t you be? All those stories when you were a kid? How could you not feel…just a bit like you were meeting a fairytale hero…Oh shut up, you thought to yourself, don’t go all soft for the guy who’s gonna kill you in a few hours.

Go on babe, read the next chapter.

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Devidarh: A hidden treasure of Himachal

Sceneric beauty of this hidden place is not less than Kashmir

Akhilesh Mahajan,Mandi

Surrounded by the captivating view of lush green cedars in the lap of nature, the beauty of Devidarh is enchanting. Nature has tried to fill all the colors that comfort the soul here.This sceneric beauty of this hidden place is not less than Kashmir and leaves no stone unturned to attract tourists. This station is Natures paradise and situated in between seraj and gohar valley in Mandi district of himachal Pradesh.

DIVINE: TRACKS THAT LEADS TO HEAVEN

Devidarh is divine and beautiful. This tourist place connects two historical religious places called Kamrunag and Shikari Devi. This Path of god is full of thrill and adventure. Devidarh-Janjehli-Shikari Devi track is around15 kilometre. Tiny and bumpy road is dangerous. uncountable flora and fauna take you in the deep and innermost core of nature. Birds can be heard making unique music to the beat of the calm wind. 10 km track of Devidarh-Kamrunag is also difficult for tourists. These track are off-road. You can reach shikari by own vehicle (4*4 suggest).

KAMRUNAG

Situated at a height of 3,334 Mtr. Kamrunag is known for the lake andd the temple besides the lake. View of Dhauladhar Range and Balh Valley adds to the scenic beauty of the spot where the lake and pent roof temple of Dev Kamrunag is surrounded by thick forests of deodar. Kamarunag Lake has enormous religious significance in the region. Temple of one of most revered deities in Mandi, known ddas Kamrunag Dev is situated on the banks of lake. Known as Raining God in the region, people often approach the temple priest in large numbers to for favorable weather conditions. A fair is held at this place on 14th of June every year. People make various offerings including ornaments, coins etc.in lake and there is a faith that god inder is safeguard of treasure.

Shikari peak

Situated at an elevation of 3359 m, the Shikari Devi temple is located atop Sikhari Devi Peak, the highest peak of the Mandi district. It is believed that the temple has been existing since the time of Mahabharata. The temple is dedicated to Shikari Devi, the Goddess of hunters. In the archaic days, the hunters or shikaris of the region would worship the Goddess in the temple to seek blessings for a successful hunt. Hence, the temple got its name, temple is on a flat cemented square platform and the goddess is idolized in the form of a stone image. The most interesting fact about Shikari Devi Temple is that this temple does not have a roof as no one has ever been able to build a roof over the top of this temple. no snow is spotted inside the temple during winters when the entire region around this temple is covered up to several feet by snow.

Tracking tracks are banned in winters

These tracks are banned in winter. In the summer season, trekking can be done with the help of tourist guide. GPS mapping of these tracking is also being done. So that tourists don't get lost. Never underestimate nature here, Drive carefully, minor negligence will dangerous for life.

Devidarh park

Just Rs20:Take a ride of boat in middle of deodars

To entice the tourists, the park has been developed in the open ground among the deodars. As soon as you step on the entrance, there is an artificial lake after some distance. Tourists can enjoy boating for just twenty rupees per ride in the litigants that relax the soul. There is a tree house next to the lake.

The walking trail leads to swings made for children. Swings for children are the main attraction.

Accomadtion starts from 500

For accommodation, the tourism department has provided Gampling (luxury tents) and tents. Tourists can stay in the forest rest house at Devidarh. Home stay are also available. The rooms starts from jst Rs 500. According to District Deputy Commissioner Mandi Arindam Choudhary, the tourism department is going to add this tourist place to the Nai Manzil Nai Rahein scheme.

How to reach

ON BUS

The distance from Mandi to Devidarh is about 42 kms. A link road has been made for this tourist place beyond Chail Chowk on the Mandi-Janjehli road. This distance can be easily covered By bus. Buses are available from Sundernagar, Mandi, Chailchowk.

BY TRAIN

The nearest railway station from Devidarh is at Jogindernagar, 111 kms away. It is a short line railway station, which is connected to the main line at Pathankot.

Air connectivity

Nearest airport from Devidarh is at Kullu Bhuntar at a distance of 94 kms. Mandi can be easily reached by road.

Make family trip on summer

There are also popular places like Janjehli, Shikari Devi, Kamrunag on the way to Devigarh trek. The climate of Devidarh remains very cold throughout the year. There is heavy snowfall here. Summer season is appropriate time to come here. Take warm cloths, firstaid box, hunter shoes and confectionary items when you come here.

7800 ft : Mundsan Mata Temple Centre of Attraction

Located at an altitude of about 7800 feet above sea level, Devidaddh is the last village in the Jauni Valley. There is a temple of Mundsan Mata here. The view around the temple is also very beautiful. This temple attracts tourists towards it. Here tourists come from far and wide and come to the mother's temple and take blessings.

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Beyond the Bottle: How Wine Club Memberships Enhance Your Hunter Valley Experience

Hunter Valley, a picturesque region northwest of Sydney, is synonymous with world-class wineries. But with so many options, planning a visit can feel overwhelming. Here's where a wine club membership can elevate your Hunter Valley experience from a simple tasting to an immersive journey.

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Hunter Valley Accommodation

If you’re looking for a boutique holiday experience in Hunter Valley, consider Hunter Valley Escapes. We are offering the best Hunter Valley Accommodation having several exceptional options that cater to various tastes and preferences.

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Accommodation Hunter Valley Get Ready To Enjoy an Amazing Trip

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Discover the Exquisite Wines of Hunter Valley

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"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 1

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, sadness, crying, guilt, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, hair pulling kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, THERE IS A HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

*YES! I know Mesh'la is Mando'a speak for beautiful. However, I personally think it sounds pretty sexy when someone uses it while going to Pound Town. I like it better than baby, honey, girl, boy, lover, whatever. My personal kink. If you aren't caught up, there's a whole Tumblr discussion about if the Clones would even use this language. PLEASE just let me have this one word. Thanks.

Explosions and blaster fire filled the air as you, Phee Genoa, and The Batch escaped Mt Tantiss. Wrecker led the charge, firing away and punching imps. Phee behind him with a group of prisoners she freed from the facility. Hunter, his arm around Tech who was barely able to walk, blaster out firing. You and Omega supported Crosshair bringing up the rear of the group.

The Empire attempted to lock down the facility, engaging all doors on every level. Hunter got Tech past them as they started to close.

He turned with Tech in tow to shout, “Y/N, Omega, bring Crosshair! Hurry!!!”

You and Omega would never make it with the slow progress Cross was making. Grabbing Omega and with a healthy heft, you slid her across the highly polished flooring. She barely exited past the threshold just as the doors closed.

The last thing you and Crosshair saw was Omega loudly protesting while Hunter grabbed the back of her tunic to yank her out of the way. And the look of total panic on Hunter’s face.

“Leave me.” Crosshair weakly slumped against the steel hallway wall.

“SHUT UP! Too late for that!!!” You grabbed Cross’ arm and attempted to pull him up.

He refused to move. You were warned he might be difficult.

“GET UP NOW YOU FUCKING MOP!!!” Viciously kicking his upper thigh in heated frustration.

That got his attention. Crosshair’s head flicked up. Anger in his eyes.

You grabbed the front of his tunic with both hands, hefting him up, spitting with rage “I’M NOT DYING HERE! GET UP YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!!!”

He managed to stand with his arm around your shoulders. Pulling your blaster. “How do we get out of here?”

“How should I know? Been locked up all this time.”

“KRIFF! Knew I threw the wrong person under the door!!!”

“Didn’t ask YOU to save me.”

You gritted your teeth and shot the control panel to the door the rest of The Batch disappeared through. The doors managed to only open a few feet. You literally stuffed Crosshair into the gap. His protests were muted by the sound of screams and explosions. He got stuck halfway through, then you put a foot in his ass and pushed. He popped through falling into a crouch on the floor.

“You’re INSANE!”

“YES! KEEP MOVING!!!”

Running up to Cross, you grabbed the back of his tunic and pulled him to his feet. Both of you ran across the hangar bay. The Marauder and Phee’s ship were gone. You weren’t upset, they HAD to leave in a hurry. It was total chaos.

You both made a beeline for the first empty Imperial ship available. Entering, you slid into the pilot’s seat and put up the gangplank. Then commenced firing on every non-friendly that approached. Some of the other Imperial ships got caught in the crossfire, exploding dramatically. Crosshair buckled himself into the co-pilot's chair.

As your ship left the hangar, two fighters followed in hot pursuit. You kept the craft low and entered the thick forest, shooting down trees in your path. Crosshair held onto his seat white knuckled.

“You’re going to get us killed!”

“Got any better ideas, Fly Boy? We’re sitting ducks out in the open.”

He shut up and held on.

One ship pulled away from pursuit.

The other followed. You kept firing, making a path to evade your pursuer.

He didn’t last long. One tree you felled, dragged another with it as you passed. It caught its wing, flinging the ship to the forest floor, exploding brightly behind you.

Pulling the craft up out of the forest, you ascended...

...where the other Imperial fighter sat waiting!

Close enough to see its pilot in the cockpit, waiting to open fire.

The end of the line. Crosshair inhaled sharply.

The ship exploded suddenly. And your craft flew through the fiery remains.

“Didn’t think I’d leave you?” Hunter’s voice came over the comm.

You nearly burst into tears of joy. “Oh, THANK STARS!”

“Let’s get out of here! Echo’s sending jump coordinates...” You immediately heard blaster fire over their comm. The transmission broke up.

“HUNTER???”

Static. “...ing to...GO! Can you hea...” More static. Comm went dead. Nothing.

“HUNTER! HUNTER...COME IN!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME???”

Crosshair shot you a horrified glance.

The little bit you could discern, your Sergeant’s orders were to leave the planet immediately. What if they needed help? You couldn’t leave HIM...them behind!

You brought the ship around and could see a craft trailing fire and smoke behind it. Looked to be the Havoc Marauder making its way off world. Several Imperial fighters were gaining on it. Kicking your ship into gear and taking off in their direction. You picked off two and allowed the Marauder to make the jump to hyperspace.

The last ship circled round.

Panicking, locking up, “Where did they go? I don’t have coordinates!”

Crosshair’s terse voice came from the co-pilot's seat, “Pick ANY! We don’t have time!!!”

“But...we...”

“DO IT or we die!” Dark eyes bore into your skull. “I’LL DO IT!!! You make the jump!” He furiously typed something into the craft’s dash.

“Jump...NOW!!!”

The Imperial fighter on your tail, firing.

You sat frozen. Your hand a lead weight on the jump lever.

“DAMMIT!” Crosshair slammed his hand on top of yours, shoving the lever over. The black star-studded sky elongated; bright blue light burst through the windscreen.

You sat staring through the windscreen of the ship, blue blurs whizzing past.

“Y/N?”

A hand suddenly on your shoulder.

“WHAT!” You jumped and snapped upright.

“You...went away for a while...”

Staring at Crosshair’s unreadable expression.

“We’ll find them. Take some time, though.”

Nodding, you relaxed back in the seat. “Yeah, gonna take some doing.”

Handing the soup bowl to Crosshair, he sulked...and refused to eat...again.

“You NEED to eat.”

He sneered.

“Don’t make me regret getting you out of that facility.”

Cross sighed heavily and took the bowl. He STILL wasn't eating, just staring into it. This man was driving you insane...if you didn’t kill him first.

“It’s actually pretty good for a ration packet. Provided you eat it while still warm.”

“Why are you bothering?”

ON YOUR LAST NERVE.

“Why did YOU bother pushing us into hyperspace...if you want to suffer and die so badly?”

Silence.

Suddenly you had the urge to slap the damned bowl out of his hand. “REALLY??? Let your skinny ass STARVE! Ungrateful son-of-a...kriffing...GAH! FUCK!!!”

Your sudden anger sparked something.

Crosshair slowly smirked.

“Knock it off and DRINK YOUR FUCKING SOUP!” Getting up, stalking off, mumbling angrily to yourself...hoping the tiny food galley didn’t have any knives.

Checking up later, you found the bowl empty. Cross slumped in the chair; eyes closed.

To anyone else, it would look like he was napping. You knew better.

You picked up the bowl to take it back to the galley.

“My compliments to the chef.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I meant it.”

“Whatever.”

Cross opened his eyes, aiming for an argument. “It’s a compliment. Take it or leave it.”

“I don’t trust you.”

An unexpectedly hurt expression flickered across his face. “This isn’t about the soup, is it?”

“No genius. I was warned you’re a constant shit stirrer.”

“Well, Hunter was never my biggest fan.”

“It wasn’t Hunter.”

This seemed to surprise Crosshair.

“Echo...he’s a bit of a shit stirrer himself. Takes one to know one.”

Cross raised an eyebrow.

“Oh...and Wrecker thinks you take yourself too seriously. I think his actual words were...he needs to unclench his butt cheeks.”

Raised the other eyebrow.

“But Wrecker was incorrect.”

“Oh?”

“As far as I can tell, you DON’T have an ass.”

Crosshair leaned forward, slight smirk around the edges of his mouth.

“Been looking...have you?”

“I think most people would say you’re just a torso with legs...Toothpick.”

He genuinely smiled at the new nickname.

“More soup?”

“Yes more, Soup.”

Nights were difficult and Crosshair struggled to sleep through. Awakening to hear him working through a nightmare. Sometimes he would mutter, groan, and thrash about, eventually snoring again. This happened several times a night. Other times he would awaken, panting and sweating, trying to remember he was no longer imprisoned on Mt Tantiss.

At first, he turned down your attempts to soothe him. That didn’t last long. It became a habit of you sitting next to his bunk on the metal floor, talking him through it. Eventually, you just crawled into bed and laid there next to him. It was certainly more comfortable than that damned hard floor.

Crosshair’s breathing settled into a regular rhythm. Stars, it was warm and cozy in this bunk. The idea of walking across that cold decking to your own bunk just seemed depressing. Five more minutes and you’d get up.

That didn’t happen. Two minutes in and you passed out cold.

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"Mmhmmm...”

The deep bass of Hunter’s groan making you wetter as his hard cock slid in and out of you.

“Ohh...fuu...mmm...” Words were difficult when he kissed your neck like this. Whispering sweet things in your ear while gently fucking your brains out.

Laying on your sides, facing each other. One leg thrown over his hips, both of your hands deep in his curls. Grasping them with ferocity. The pain brought him pleasure...

Hunter slid his hand down your back to firmly grip your buttocks and picked up the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Kriff...can’t wait to do this...with you...in our home...all...the...fucking...time...” The last four words he spoke with each luscious stroke of his member.

“Huuunter...” Your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Got...a nice...little planet...just...for us...”

Heat and intensity rising in you.

“You...want...that...too...?”

...sliding in...

You gasp...” Yes...”

“Yeah?” Cajoling you with that sexy fucking voice.

...sliding out...

“YES...”

...sliding in...

“Tell me, Mesh’la.” He’s shuddering.

Your back arches “YES!!!”

Hunter reaches out and caresses your face...

...and you awake with a start. Crosshair had an expression like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pulling back his hand suddenly.

“Wu-what???” He stammered.

Trying to shake off your sleepy arousal...slurring. “Did...YOU jus’ touch...Mah face?”

“WHY are YOU still in my bunk?”

The dream-feeling melting away...your brain having to process the waking world...

“...because...your nightmares... I’m the dumbass...who makes sure you sleep.”

Silence. Crosshair studying your face.

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, I’m NOT having one NOW.”

“Ships cold during the night. Ain’t going nowhere.” You rolled over, giving him your back. Maybe...you could pick that dream back up?

“Fine. You can stay if YOU stop moaning Hunter’s name when you spoon ME!”

You rolled back over shocked.

“Yes, you did.”

“What else did I say...or do?”

Crosshair grinned like he knew too much and rolled over without answering.

Weeks passed as you and Crosshair bickered your way slowly through the galaxy. The Empire tamped down tightly on most of the planets in the system. The Outer Rim while wildly dangerous, seemed mostly untouched and safest.

You both did side jobs to keep yourselves fed while trying comm channels and leaving messages with close contacts about the rest of The Batch’s whereabouts.

Everything seemed to lead to a dead end. Like they just disappeared.

In your heart of hearts, you knew Hunter would NEVER stop looking for you both...even if Cross had his doubts.

The open-air market on some back water Outer Rim moon provided a distraction. The textile stand caught your eye. Beautiful scarves...you picked up a jet black one with fine silver metallic strands running through it.

"Good choice. It compliments your hair." The elderly shop keep stepped from behind a long quilt hanging behind the counter.

"Marv! Are you flirting again?" An older woman approached clearly teasing her husband.

"Now why would I do that when I have you, my sweet Meiloorun? Besides, here's their partner now."

Cross sauntered up to the counter, amused at the comment.

"Hello honey" He teased.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his "greeting." "Toothpick, what do you think of this scarf?"

"Hmm, not really my style." Cross reached down to pull another scarf from under the pile. "Now this one..."

It was rusty red with fine intermittent broken off-white stripes dispersed through it. Crosshair draped it around his neck. "What do you think?"

The blood drained from your face.

"No..." You dropped the scarf and hurried away from the stand.

Cross caught up to you a few moments later...still wearing that damned scarf.

“Soup!”

You kept walking, angry...and hurt.

"Care to explain?"

Stopping and grabbing the fabric in your fist. "That's HIS scarf...NOT YOURS!

Cross softened. Not a trace of snark on his face. "You WERE in love with Hunter."

"We are STILL in a relationship, Crosshair! Just because Hunter and I are apart doesn't mean that ended."

Crosshair stared into your eyes with such an intensity...it was difficult to keep eye contact.

"So...I complicate those feelings." It wasn't a question. He didn't need to ask.

You noticed his eyes changed from brown to grey in this perfect light. The light of the sun starting to set on this backwater moon. Almost the same color as his brother's eyes.

You sighed deeply, letting go of the scarf. Your hand dropping to rest, open palmed on Crosshair's chest.

He stepped closer, placing his warm hand over yours.

“We’ll find them.”

“How? We’ve been looking...”

He squeezed your hand. “Marv and Mel...they’re a front for The Rebellion. Gathering intel and recruiting volunteers to fight the Empire.”

You looked up at Crosshair with renewed hope.

“They know where we can find Rex. He’ll be able to help us.”

You nodded. So many thoughts going through your head.

Cross took the scarf off and slid it over your head, to rest around your shoulders.

“C’mon Soup, there’s a place around here with those Space Cakes you like. My treat.”

He led the way hugging you closely.

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