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neon-junkie · 1 year
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*kicks my feet playfully whilst lying on my front and lining up my sniper rifle*
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cloned-eyes · 1 year
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good morning my lovelies. may i interest you in some fresh out the shower crosshair?
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theworstbatch · 9 days
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lmao
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robotsandramblings · 2 months
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at first i was shocked and appalled by crosshair's line "if i get the chance to escape, i wouldn't think twice about leaving you behind."
and yes, i'm sure he's lying, putting up his barriers, trying to reverse-psychology/piss-off-convince Omega to leave him behind
but you know what else it reminded me of?
Desix. Crosshair shooting the seperatist governor Tawni Ames "for" (instead of) Cody.
because that's how Crosshair operates. he is willing to do anything, anything, to protect the people he cares about. even the "dirty work." especially the dirty work. pushing away, lying, killing.
the things he says and does might mean the person he's protecting (his squad, Cody, Omega) thinks less of him, but that's a sacrifice he'll make, if it means he can protect and save them.
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arctrooper69 · 5 days
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Mine
Here's my piece for the wonderful @isaidonyourknees for the @cloneficgiftexchange! So sorry it's a day and a half late! 😂😅
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Warnings: Suggestive spice (nothing explicit), unwanted advances, jealousy, angst
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"Leave me alone, Crosshair." The order meant to be snappish slipped out instead with a tired sigh.
"No," came the reply.
You sighed again as you felt him shift and sit down a few feet away. No more words were exchanged - the silence felt both peaceful, yet suffocating.
"Why are you up here pouting?" He finally spoke.
You glanced at him sharply. "I'm not pouting!"
"Yes you are."
"No. I'm not!"
He huffed dryly. "Sure looks like it to me."
"Hunter benched me!"
Crosshair shifted and sighed, "It's for your own good."
You scoffed, "And how would you know what's good for me?"
"You're exhausted. You're off your game."
"I'm fine. I feel fine."
He sighed again and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes. "That constant tapping of your foot and the way you're shaking tells me you're trying to run on stims and caf."
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "And how would you know?"
He was silent. "Because I've done the same thing."
"So that makes you think you're better than me?"
"No."
You crossed your arms, turning away from him. “I’m still not pouting.”
“Sure.”
You glared at him out of the corner of your eye. “Just go away.” This time the words did deliver the sharp edge you’d wanted before, but now you weren’t sure it was exactly what you wanted.
You didn’t know what you wanted.
“Fine, came the equally snappish response. Crosshair stood and headed back down the wooded trail. A sudden disappointment threatened to overtake you and a heat burned in the back of your throat as you tried to swallow it back.
“Crosshair wait…” you called out, turning to face him as he paused and turned back.
“What?”
“I…” You stopped. No. Crosshair had better things to do than to deal with emotions that you yourself couldn’t even decipher. “Nevermind.”
For a second he paused, almost as if waiting for you to once again change your mind. He shook his head and turned around once again, disappearing into the woods, leaving you on your own.
Fine. It’s fine. You’d asked for privacy and that’s exactly what he gave you. Yet, it felt lonely nonetheless.
Crosshair was confusing to say the least. One moment it felt like he was trying to make an emotional connection, and the next he acted like he wanted nothing to do with you.
The roar of engines echoed through the trees from the base of the hill as the Marauder soared into the sky and disappeared into the atmosphere.
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It seemed like forever ago that you'd met the surly sniper on a job. It was forever ago. So much had changed since a heated exchange of angry words led to a moment of heedless passion. One night. A romance ignited by the very intensity that divided you. The same fingers that rested pompously on the trigger of a rifle soon pulled through tangled hair and moved with purpose against your warmth. Tongues once sharp and taunting, now slotted through parted lips with desperate pleas for more.
And then it was over. Back to the cold realities of war. No words were spoken, only awkward avoidances and inverted eyes.
Talk to me, you'd wanted to say. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.
Perhaps that's all it was to him. Maybe you'd given him everything he wanted in that moment. Maybe that's all you were to him - a distraction - a soldier's relief from the stress of a never ending war.
You'd wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come. Then the galaxy changed and as the Republic fell, so did your hopes.
And now after so long, he was back.
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It was nearing dusk before you finally pushed yourself from the ground and headed back down the path.
Fueled by a growing sense of hunger and the need to be around others, you found yourself walking towards the local cantina.
The music blared from somewhere above, pumping a bass that rattled your bones.
Despite the club-like atmosphere the lighting was dim, illuminating the same bar scene that haunted almost every planet in the galaxy.
The air was thick with the scent of spice and the sound of raucous laughter. You sat at the bar, nursing a drink. Despite the bustle, it still felt lonely.
“Hey there, sweetheart.”
Fingers ran across your back as you spun around to face the unfamiliar voice.
A large nikto smiled drunkenly over at you as he leaned against the bar.
“You look lonely. You here alone?”
His breath reeked of alcohol. “You're real pretty,” he slurred, reaching out to grab your arm.
You jerked away, shooting him a glare. "Back off," you growled, voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.
The nikto persisted, his grip tightening. "Come on, don't be like that.”
“Dude,” you rolled your eyes, “leave me alone.”
He sighed, seemingly annoyed at your refusal.
“A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone in a place like this. Let me at least walk you home, baby.”
“Don't call me that,” You spat, wrenching your arm from his grip.
His jaw stiffened as he stood up straighter.
“You should be more grateful that I'm even giving you the time of day, bitch!”
Now it was your turn to stand. The nikto grabbed your arm again. Your fingers curling into a fist, ready to strike the stupid smirk from his drunken face.
"She's not yours to touch."
A familiar voice growled from behind as the nikto’s hand was wrenched from your arm with a cry of pain.
Crosshair.
What was he doing back already? You turned to face him standing behind you, expression dark and dangerous. His hand rested on the blaster at his hip, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
The nikto's eyes narrowed. “And who do you think you are, asshole?”
Crosshair glowered, taking a menacing step forward. “I'm the guy who's going to put an extra hole in you if you don't leave immediately.”
The nikto paused, unsure if he was bluffing or not.
Crosshair clicked the safety off, loosening the blaster from its holster.
"I'm not gonna ask you again," he said, voice low and threatening.
The nikto had enough. “Geez, okay fine! I'm leaving!”
Without another word, he turned and fled, disappearing into the crowd.
You stood silently watching as Crosshair stepped forward, his practiced eyes scanning every inch of you.
“Are you alright?” He asked, “Did he hurt you?”
You let out a shaky breath, “No,” you murmured, “I'm fine.” A smile flitted across your face as you looked up.
Honey brown eyes stared sharp, pierced with concern and something else.
Jealousy?
“Good.” He replied. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something more but couldn't find the courage to do so.
But this time something rose within your own chest, warm and encouraging.
“Crosshair?” The words came timidly despite their bold intent.
He looked sharply, “What?”
“What did you mean by that? ‘She's not yours to touch’?” You asked. His hand, still on your arm, gripped a bit tighter, pulling you close. Something flashed in his eyes. It wasn't the hardness you'd come to expect from him.
“It means you're mine. You've always been mine.”
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raevulsix · 8 months
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Snarky Sniper 💢
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s-pirth-lemonade · 5 months
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Crosshair eating croissant 🥐
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laufxsons · 6 months
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I had the need to draw my beloved snarky sniper again.
[Reupload because I can never seem to get the saturation right. Why are my colours always so desaturated???]
I have such a blur of different fandoms in my head rn. It's kinda annoying.
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oohyesplease · 1 year
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This guy literally has a tank firing at him & doesn’t even flinch once.
Crosshair is cool.
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galianbeast · 9 months
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old quinfort/valan stuff. they were so gay and transgender to me.
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archivistofnerddom · 2 months
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I just realized that the reunion also means that Omega has her bow again and Crosshair gets his weapons kit back.
Will we get to see Omega and Crosshair doing side-by-side sniper/sharpshooting trick shots? Is Crosshair going to have a pitch-perfect reaction when he sees Omega going off with her bow? (Will we get to see proud dad/big brother sniper?)
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cloned-eyes · 1 month
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-PRETTY GOOD! he swims pretty good
👉👈 treating myself for once
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hembob · 2 years
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becasbelt · 2 months
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guys. guys. crosshair's shaky hand. snipers need steady hands to stay on target. he missed all those shots on the stormtroopers that he would have easily made before. GUYS-
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Wrecker: This is my brother! Don't worry, he doesn't bite! :D
The brother in question:
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trapezequeen · 9 months
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Clone Wars: The Bad Batch/Star Wars Rebels: Stealth Strike
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