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[a-lil-perspective]

Damn son that new Bad Batch teaser.

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[freesia-writes]

Hello 👋 💌💌💌

This week has been super draining and I'm in need of some good hurt/comfort/angst with my man's cross 😪😪

(Ofc you don't have to pay attention to this considering the theme)

I was wondering if u can write a one shot in which fem! reader is assaulted sexually ( NOT r*pe) but maybe creep gets to like groping area and scarily close to 'more' and so cross notices reader struggling with creep and goes full on rage on the creep, like I'm talking its gotta take more than just wreaker to get crosses fists away from the guys face. And maybe when the bastard is delt with and cross has came to his senses he comforts reader 👉👈

(I don't know if you've written one like this before . So if you're uncomfortable with the suggestion then please just ignore this 🖤🖤)

Hi anon! I'm sorry to hear it's been a draining week. I've been in a Crosshair vortex so you had good timing. ;) I really appreciate such a kind and considerate ask! I hope I nailed it for ya. <3 Crosshair divider by @djarrex

Crosshair x Fem!Reader - SFW - 2.4k words - triggers for sexual assault up to grabbing/neck kissing, violence of a fistfight, emotional repercussions of it all

It was a busy night at 79s, and you were thrilled to see not only a variety of battalions on shore leave but also Clone Force 99. You’d been bartending for almost a year now and had proven yourself proficient enough to manage a shift with the service droids, although tonight you were silently wishing for some extra help as it was a particularly raucous atmosphere in the neon-light-filled club. Your head was spinning already with the endless stream of drink orders and random thoughts being yelled in your direction, but you took a deep breath and focused on the rote muscle memory of preparing the drinks. 

Face after face, trooper after trooper. All alike and yet not even close. You forced a laugh at a cheesy joke, shook your head at an invitation to dance, and handed over a whole line of smoking shot glasses to a pilot with mischief in his eyes. The music shifted to the beginning of a new song, which mercifully was quieter in its intro, and you had a blessed moment to breathe and hear more than just the deafening bass vibrating in your chest as well as your ears. It was at that moment that you saw Crosshair leaning over the bar, catching your eye with his sharp gaze. Your heart did a little flip; you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why this man had you in such a chokehold, but something about the push and pull, the revealing and concealing, the banter and depth had you feeling a certain kind of way about him. 

“Glad to see you boys are back,” you said, resting on your elbows to bring yourself close enough to hear his beautiful voice of cinnamon and amber. “What will it be tonight?”

“Have you forgotten already?” Crosshair drawled, slowly rolling the toothpick to the other side of his mouth. His delivery was deadpan but the glimmer in his rich brown eyes said otherwise.

“I would never!” you gasped in mock indignation, relishing the microscopic curl of the corner of his lips. “But I never know if you’ve found some fancy new creation on your wild and wonderful adventures.”

“Eh. Seems like the best stuff is right here at home,” he returned, tilting his head to allow the vague yet undeniable implication simmer between you. You wanted to linger there all evening, but you had already used up all the time you’d get -- a whole horde of thirsty patrons were yelling at you from across the counter and the service droids were getting backed up.

“The usual, coming right up,” you said, begrudgingly returning to your work. 

The night seemed to go by painstakingly slowly, and you found yourself scanning the crowd to see where Clone Force 99 had posted up for the night. They were usually upstairs, in some quiet corner (as quiet as could be found in the raucous club), out of sight and out of the way. The company of their own squad seemed to be sufficient for them, and they rarely interacted with the other troopers. When they did, it didn’t seem to go well. Just when you thought you were getting a bit of a reprieve, with most of the groups being served and satiated for now, the one clone face you always hated to see appeared at the bar. 

You didn’t know his name, or his CT number, so you always just called him Pervert. He was grizzled and scarred from battle, and apparently that gave him a confidence that he didn’t truly deserve. His relentlessness in hitting on unsuspecting victims was rivaled only by his tendency to get into fisticuffs with little to no provocation. You wanted to feel sorry for him, but you were so frequently the object of his pursuit despite repeated, clear insistence that you weren’t interested, that your sympathy had worn thin. 

He was on another level tonight. You’d already seen a few individuals storm out, frustrated by his raunchy humor and persistent touches, and he’d had a few more drinks than usual. Things were slowing down a bit, as the night wore down to closing time, and you had some gaps between orders to begin restocking and cleaning in preparation for the sweet freedom at the end of your shift. Leaving the service droids to fulfill the occasional drink order that would trickle in, you headed to the utility closet to organize the supplies in anticipation of a quick and efficient clean-up once everyone had left. 

The light was broken again, and you squinted to make out the shapes of the tools you needed, illuminated only by the reflection of the endless neon flashes from the main room. You’d fetched the broom and were searching for the mop when suddenly the light was blocked by a looming shadow in the doorway. Turning around quickly, you were surprised, and immediately fearful, to see Pervert slumped against the frame. 

“Get out of here, Perv. You know you’re not supposed to be back here,” you yelled, absolutely not in the mood for his shenanigans. There was something menacing about his posture though, and your voice quavered despite the feigned bravado in your words. 

“You know you’ve been toying with me long enough,” he slurred, shifting to stand on wobbly feet.

“I’m not toying and you know it. I’m not interested. Now go before I call--”

“Call who, you little tease? There’s no one here that would even miss you,” he said, voice growing louder as he took a tottering step toward you. Your grip tightened on the broom handle, and you felt the cold grip of fear settle more tightly around your core. “Girls like you need to be shown a thing or two,” he continued, reaching for you.

“Stop it!” you shrieked, pressing the broom across his chest and shoving with all your might. But he was already leaning fully in your direction, and you weren’t in any position to brace yourself or take a good swing at him. Before you knew it, he had you pressed against the wall, hot breath burning with alcohol as he shoved his mouth against your ear. 

“Come on, you know you’ve only been postponing the ineninivitibble…” he growled, and you were nearly in a panic now. You struggled against him, trying to get any kind of leverage with your knee or arms, but he’d gotten you pinned far too quickly, and began to bury his face in your neck with a hungry sloppiness that made your stomach turn. You opened your mouth to yell again, but a clammy hand covered it immediately, and you felt the panic threaten to overwhelm you. 

But suddenly he flew backward, crashing into the opposite side of the supply closet with arms and legs everywhere. You gasped, relief and shock cascading over you simultaneously as you recognized Crosshair’s frame in the doorway, dark and backlit by the club lights. He said something, but you were falling apart so much that you didn’t even register his words, and Pervert was already scrambling to his feet with an angry roar. 

Crosshair grabbed your hand, pulling you out the door behind him in one swift movement and turning back to face the inebriated clone, but the split second distraction cost him dearly -- Pervert barreled straight at him, head down, crashing into his stomach and tackling him into the hallway. You yelled incoherent nonsense, frozen to the spot and torn between trying to help somehow or running out to get help. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave Crosshair though, and you tried to swing a kick at Pervert as his fists flailed around the sniper’s head. 

He somehow caught your leg, twisting it and toppling you to the ground with a pained cry, and was on his feet in an instant. But Crosshair matched his speed, and the two of them were at it immediately. Blows landed with sickening thuds, and there was no semblance of gentlemanly combat but rather an all-out, animalistic mess of knees, fingernails, elbows, punches, and kicks. You felt as though you were going to throw up, whether from the pain radiating from your knee or the adrenaline coursing through your veins at the sight before you. It was hard to tell who had the upper hand -- you yelped as you saw Crosshair take a blow to the face, and when he turned back, eyes flashing with more rage than you’d ever seen, there was blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. 

It felt as though it went on forever, and when you caught the movement of a figure crossing the hallway down at the end, you began screaming as though your life depended on it. It caught his attention, and you thanked the Maker as you heard some shouts in the main room, followed by his reappearance with a few others. They usually didn’t intervene when Pervert was on a tear, though, so you were hoping beyond all desperate hope that they were here to help and not just to watch and cheer. 

They couldn’t even get close.

Crosshair was absolutely feral, wrestling now with Pervert like a predatory animal, snarling audibly as he drove a knee into the clone’s side. He crumpled to the ground and Crosshair was on him in a flash, pummeling him with punches that were as relentless as the sexual advances that Pervert had been dealing out. You couldn’t tell if Pervert was even moving anymore, and you felt the fear start to blur your vision, but the clones grabbed Crosshair by the arms and pulled him away, leaving his opponent in a motionless heap. They had their hands full though, as they were met with growls and squirms as Crosshair sought to free himself from their grasp, still lunging for the figure on the ground. His face was contorted, bright red and sweaty, and you couldn’t tear your eyes from it until another clone approached you, bending down and offering to help you up. 

It took a while for everything to die down. 

Pervert was taken away and some of the local police droids remained behind. Statements and holos were taken, and one of the clone medics gave you a quick bacta injection to hold you over until you could receive proper medical attention. Crosshair had disappeared, and you were leaning over the sink in the refresher, splashing cold water over your face with trembling hands. You did your best to fix your appearance, at least pulling your clothes back where they belonged, then limped out to the main floor. You almost collapsed in relief as you saw that the police droids had cleared the bar out, deeming it to be closed prematurely, and the silence was as deafening as it was welcoming after the whole ordeal. 

There would be no cleanup tonight. You instructed the droids to complete as much of it as they were capable, and collapsed onto a stool to balance the credit register. It was wildly difficult to keep a singular train of thought, and you had to refocus yourself repeatedly, taking twice as long for a usually easy task. A smooth voice over your shoulder startled you into dropping an entire handful of credits, a curse falling from your lips as you whirled to see Crosshair. 

“Sorry,” he said, hands in the air in submission, “I just…”

“Crosshair!” you interrupted, eyes widening at the sight of him. His left eye was swollen and surrounded by black and blue, and the right side of his bottom lip still had a formidable split in it that he had to keep dabbing with a napkin. “Ohh, I’m so sorry. Look at you,” you said, eyes beginning to glisten with tears. You wanted to reach out and touch him, but the mere thought of getting off your stool was too much until you realized you had to pick up all the credits you’d just scattered. With painstaking movement, you shuffled off, moving toward him for a moment as you took in his bruised yet intent face. “I feel so bad,” you murmured. 

“It was worth it,” he answered, eyes narrowing as he continued, “That filthy reg deserved every bit.”

“But you didn’t,” you said softly, mouth curving into a frown. 

The conversation stalled as you bent down to pick up the credits, surprised when he joined you to help. Your eyes met as he handed you a few, and you cupped his hand with intentionality as you took them from him, brushing his red knuckles with your thumb before staggering to your feet with a wince. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, taking a step closer as you leaned backward onto your stool, dropping the credits into a bag and zipping it shut.

“I will be,” you said, moved by his compassion that seemed such a stark contrast to the sharp exterior. You looked at him again, yearning to convey so much but being entirely too shell shocked to put it into words. “Thank you,” you whispered, eyes dropping to your hands, which were folding and unfolding awkwardly in your lap. His fingers lightly grazed the side of your cheek, causing you to flinch disproportionately, and he retracted them quickly.

“Sorry.”

“No, it… normally it would be nice… sorry… I’m kind of a mess right now.” 

“Understandable.”

But the combination of his gaze, his presence, and his bravery cleared some of the fog in your mind like the sun breaking through the clouds on a coastal morning, and you lurched to your feet again, wrapping your arms around him in a sudden hug that made him freeze for a moment. You pulled them tightly yet carefully around his waist, pressing the side of your head against his chest and shoulder to try to express your gratitude. His stiffness slowly gave way to movement, and he rested his own arms awkwardly over your shoulders. 

“Thank you,” you said again, pulling away to meet his gaze but leaving your arms around his waist. You didn’t think you’d want to be touched, but he felt strong and safe, a soothing presence in the face of all that had transpired. “Really,” you emphasized, heart skipping a beat at the flash of softness in his beautiful eyes. 

“It’s alright,” his sybillant voice was honey to your ears.

You had a feeling this wouldn’t be the end of things between you.

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[originalcollectionartistry]

You ready, Princess?

I am so sorry my darlings! Things have been hectic in life for me. Between weddings, extra work, and personal stuff, my poor WIPs have been neglected. I promise to figure out time management better so I can grace your dashboards a bit more often.

This one might be a little shorter than previous posts but I did promise some people another fic but with our favourite sniper. This one can be read as a sequel to So Much for Love or it can be read as a standalone. Reader's choice!

CW: Fluff, PiV, rough fucking (we all know Crosshair can be rough when he wants to be), oral m receiving, pet names/degradation (princess, slut, whore), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 2559

Enjoy my darlings!

It took a long time before your heart started to mend itself. Your love for Tech had consumed you for so long you forgot what being single, truly single, was like. You missed the way he called you darling, mesh’la, cyare, all the pet names. You missed the way he tinkered with little projects when he was not on missions. It was his way of winding down and it was so cute to you. Once he ended your relationship, it was a shocker for you. You took a long-needed week off to collect yourself. You cried almost every night, wanting nothing more than to have Tech beside you with his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. You had no idea when your batch would be back next, but you wished you would be completely moved on by then.

And you were. 322 rotations later, you felt loads better about yourself. Tech was a soldier first and foremost. It wasn’t fair of you to put so much onto him concerning your relationship. So, you picked yourself up, dried your tears, and worked on yourself. You approached Dex about taking more responsibility for his place of business, finally having something taken off your plate. You started working out more, putting time aside for yourself, taking yourself out on dates. You frequented 79’s a lot, getting your rocks off to many different soldiers. You had a type, and it was clear to everyone around you. You had a few flings here and there, but no one had fulfilled you like Tech did. Your heart still ached sometimes in mourning. That was the thing about grief. It never fully went away.

There was one clone that kept you smiling and giggling. Crosshair often messaged you while they were off world, making sure you were still smiling. You had never thought Crosshair would have a soft spot for you. He was… harsh to those he kept at a distance, but you knew his humour didn’t translate a lot of the time. He was snarky, sarcastic. Crosshair never backed up any horrible thing he said as it was always some weird dark humour. It was a humour that made you die laughing at times. The deadpan delivery often getting you off guard and causing a laughing fit.

It was this type of joke that cause you to pause in the middle of a shift. The boys were back on leave for another few days and were eating more than their share of the food the diner had to offer. You had another customer leave you their number and a large tip. Rolling your eyes, you stuffed the credits in your apron before crumping the paper with the number and tossing it.

“Another suitor rejected?” Tech deadpanned.

You smirked, pouring more caf for him. “Oh yes. I don’t get why they think treating me poorly at work will make me want to go out with them! It’s insane.”

It was nice joking around with Tech again. After so long of pretending to be okay with him around when you weren’t, it was a relief when you started being friends again. You both were happy with your separate lives, and it was fun to make fun of the guys who hit on you.

“Perhaps it has worked in the past. Insane people often go for other insane people.” Crosshair joined in.

“Oh, so I’m an insane person now?”

“Well, you went for Tech, so yeah.”

You saw that little smirk playing on his lips. You paused for a hot second, processing what he had said and started to laugh. Tech looked unimpressed at the jab, but you found it hilarious. You did have a thing with Tech and so it made you laugh even more, proving Crosshair’s theory that you were a little crazy. A crazy he didn’t mind being around.

“You have a point there Cross!” You said between giggles. “Maybe I’m more insane than I originally thought.”

They paid for their meals and went back to their barracks, but Crosshair stayed behind a bit longer. He seemed to have an air of confidence around him but a little nervousness creeping around too. He gave you a hug, thanking you for being you. Which caught you off guard. You hadn’t changed anything about yourself so for him to thank you for being you was… confusing to say the least.

He left a little piece of paper in your apron before leaving to join his brothers. You were surprised at how forward he was being. Crosshair was not one to be upfront about his feelings, so you were feeling a little confused at the change in him.

Unfolding the note, you saw instructions. Short and sweet:

Meet me outside 79’s. Tonight at 7. Don’t be late.

Huh... he wanted to meet. Interesting. You guessed this was just him being a friend, trying to get you laid and find a new partner.

You were about to be so wrong.

You showed up, on time as asked, meeting Crosshair in front of the bar. He immediately put an arm around your shoulders and led you away from the bar. Where did this behaviour come from? You liked it, you wouldn’t push him away, but it confused you.

Crosshair, on the other hand, was sweating bullets. Not literally but dear god was he nervous. He had been trying to gain the courage to ask you out for weeks. After you had confirmed you were fully over Tech, he saw his chance. A year later of you working on yourself after Tech had broken up with you, you finally felt back to your old self, and he could make a move. He could finally tell you how he had been harbouring feelings for so long.

He brought you to a small intimate restaurant, where you were seated and brought a bottle of wine. You had always clocked Crosshair as a whiskey or scotch man but if he wanted to drink wine with you, you weren’t gonna complain. You liked Crosshair and had been wondering if you had any attraction to him as of late. He was a good friend and a fantastic wingman as he helped set you up with his brother all that time ago but now that you had moved on… you found yourself picturing the sniper in your dreams and fantasies. When you closed your eyes when screwing a reg, Crosshair’s face illuminated in your mind’s eye. You were hoping this was a date as you did not want to screw your friendship up by asking him out so the fact that he asked you made your heart flutter. You just hoped this was a romantic dinner and not a platonic one.

Taking a sip from your glass you finally asked, “So where did all this come from? It’s not like you to be nervous.”

Cross swallowed a bit before answering. “Well, I wanted to make sure you were over my brother. Cause I have a proposition for you.” Swirling his glass, he waited for your prompt.

“Oh? What kind of proposition my dear? It’s not for a mission, is it?”

Crosshair chuckled a bit at that. You had never left Coruscant and desperately wanted to travel and explore the galaxy, but you weren’t too keen on entering war zones just yet. Crosshair assured you it wasn’t for a mission but for a more… personal nature. He explained his feelings to you bluntly and quickly, wanting to get any rejection over with. You surprised him however, smiling coyly and reaching for his hand.

“I was wondering when you’d ask me out. I just didn’t think tonight would be that night.” Smiling you leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Hiding his excitement, Crosshair teased you a bit more before your food arrived.

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You really did not expect things to move so quickly throughout the night. After dessert you and Crosshair just walked around, seeing what the venders had to offer. When you finally arrived home, you invited him in for a night cap. It had all started so very innocently! Eventually you ended up where you are now: on all fours with Crosshairs cock deep inside your dripping pussy.

“Is this what you were hoping for? Pounding into my wet little cunt?” you teased. Crosshair responded with a tug of your hair and a particularly harsh thrust.

“I’d say it was you who was hoping for this princess. You were so eager to please when we started,” he mocked back.

It was true… Both of you moved in for the first kiss but every time Crosshair would try something: touching your breast, nibbling your ear, sucking your neck; you melted into his arms and became more and more submissive to him. You were utterly his, and you kicked yourself for not realising it for a year. As much as you had loved Tech, you never had as much raw sexual desire as you do now with Crosshair. You clearly were a better match with the sniper and were loving it!

Your thought process was interrupted by Crosshair running his fingers through your hair and pulling you up to his chest.

“I said,” he growled in your ear, “It was you who hoped for this, wasn’t it?”

You whimpered, nodding your head frantically. Babbling incoherently, you affirmed it was you who wanted this to happen. Cross groaned in satisfaction, giving you a particularly hard thrust as reward.

Eventually, Crosshair got tired of not seeing your face and flipped you over onto your back. It was a surprise you welcomed as he immediately pressed his lips to yours, smothering you in his taste. He slipped his hand down to your clit, playing with it in a way that had your legs turning to jelly. You were not going to be able to walk anytime soon.

Your high was approaching fast and you had little to no control of your moans. You were practically screaming in pleasure, begging for just a little bit more. Just enough to get you to tip over the edge!

“Come on, princess! Cum for me!” Cross hissed in your ear.

That was enough and you saw stars. Your legs seized around his waist, keeping him inside you as your whole body convulsed in pleasure. Tears pricked at your eyes as euphoria washed over you. You then felt something poking your cheek and an emptiness from your cunt. Crosshair had slid out and now wanted you to suck him off.

You happily obliged, teasing the red tip, licking your juices off him. Opening your mouth wider, you took him further, tapping his thigh to let him know he could use you. Cross didn’t hesitate, fucking your mouth with such fervor you didn’t think you could stop him, even if you wanted to! You relaxed your throat, allowing him to go further into your mouth. He suddenly pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up by your hair.

“Oh, did I stop before my whore was done?” he taunted. Kissing you fervently, he pushed you back down onto your hands and knees. Gripping your hair, he asked if you were ready.

“Cross, I’ll indicate if I ever am not ready or want to stop! Just fucking fuck my mouth already!”

Letting out a low chuckle, he caressed your cheek before pushing his cock back into your throat. “That’s my good little slut. You want me to cum in your mouth? You want me to fill your throat with my seed?”

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations down. He shuddered, loving the feeling of your mouth. Now he knew why Tech was always brain dead after a night with you. You were a force damned goddess!

Deep throating, you gagged lightly around his length, wanting him to fill your mouth. You could feel his thrusts becoming stuttered and halted, meaning he was getting close, and you were loving the feeling. The little power trip of making Crosshair fall apart with just your mouth, it boosted your ego far more than it should’ve.

Grunting, Crosshair gripped your hair into a makeshift pony. “Gods, princess! I’m so close! In your throat?”

You sent him a thumbs up as you pushed yourself farther on his cock. No way you were pulling off to give him a verbal affirmation. Plus, it seemed to be enough for Crosshair.

“You ready, Princess?”

He timed it so he came as you were deep on his cock, shooting his cum as far down your throat as he could. He was obviously saving up as you felt overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin. You pulled off and wiped your mouth off, licking what was on your fingers up.

“Hmm,” you grinned. “You taste good Cross! Been saving up for me?”

Pulling you up and curling you into his side in bed, he chuckled. “In your dreams, princess. That’s what you can expect every time I cum in you.”

You laughed a little more before resting in the calm of the afterglow. Your breaths evened out before you closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Cross.”

“For what?”

You tilted your head so you could gaze into his eyes. “For showing me what I’ve been missing out on. I’m willing for this to be a regular thing if you are.”

Smirking, Crosshair popped a toothpick into his mouth. “Don’t you worry doll. I’m not letting you go anytime soon. You’re mine now.”

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4 months later

“Holy Kriff! Cross really did a number on your neck mesh’la!” Wrecker exclaimed.

Your hand went to your throat where Crosshair had recently reignited his previous love bites. You smiled, shrugging it off.

“Yeah, apparently some shiny was checking me out at 79’s last night. Wanted to send a message,” you laughed.

Tech looked up from his data pad, looking over your neck. “It’s normal behaviour for Crosshair to be possessive of what’s his. Although, I’ve never seen love bites look that dark on anyone’s neck. I never left any that dark.” He took a moment to think about your past dalliance with him. Smiling, he added, “Then again, I’m not as possessive nor was I around enough to mark you. But based on your reaction and pride in the marks, maybe I should’ve.”

Crosshair came up behind you, giving your temple a kiss, a shock every time he did it. He never came across as one for public displays of affection but after last night, you’d happily get used to it.

“Getting jealous, Tech? Missing what we had?” you teased, pouring more caf for him.

He shook his head, smiling. “Not at all my dear. It’s quite clear you and Crosshair are a better match than we ever were. I like what we have now. A close friendship based on mutual respect.”

Hunter took a sip of his caf before chirping, “I don’t get why you didn’t cover them. Doesn’t Dex have a decency rule?”

You shrugged a shoulder, taking his empty plate. “In writing he does, not he never has us adhere to it. Plus, I ran out of concealer.”

Crosshair had hidden your concealer. He didn’t want you covering your marks at all. He wanted the world to know you were his and only his.

You were his Princess, and he’d made sure to let the world know at every opportunity.

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[eriexplosion]

Pushing through one last one tonight to get through Truth and Consequences.

Omega having learned meditation from Gungi is so wholesome actually. Also Gonky's gentle honking as he walks back and forth.

I love this moment between Omega and Echo and honestly I wish we got more of them. Echo saying why they joined, how this was where they fit and where they were needed. I'm such a fucking sap that I need wherever the batch ends up to still be where Echo fits, I just want everyone to be together and happy my god.

I love the camera angle of Riyo looking at everyone and then sharply down to see Omega. "Hello!!!"

There's something I want you to see and it's the dead clone. Omega looked so excited up until that exact moment.

Oh golly gee I'm so glad we get to see something neat and cool hope it's not a goddamn corpse.

Honestly Omega has amazing faces this episode. Her UTTER DISGUST at Rampart in the senate halls for example.

"Which one belongs to the clones?" OMEGA GETS TO LEARN ABOUT STRUCTURAL INEQUALITY TODAY.

HALLE BURTONI! I'm excited to meet her again, she's absolutely the worst person alive but I enjoy her.

She literally just went WELP PLANET'S GONE GUESS I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IT ANYMORE. WHAT A RELIEF.

Omega literally cares more about Kamino than Burtoni does. And she deserves to be angry more honestly, she gets jerked around a lot (including in this episode - the way they DON'T TELL HER ECHO IS GOING TO LEAVE UNTIL IT HAPPENS)

"Help's hard to come by these days" and Echo clearly makes their decision right there. It's the way that they didn't come here expecting to split from the batch but they hear that they're Needed and have such a hard time staying away at that point, especially when it's coming from Rex.

"He's still not better with heights?" Rex sounds so sympathetic like oh he knows u were working on that is it not coming along?

TEEEEECH?

Tech and Echo both plugging in at the same time, pictures of teamwork.

Plan 14, 5, AND 86. Just start stringing plans together like it's math class.

NOTHING SAYS FUCKING COVERT MISSION LIKE WHAT THEY'RE DOING WITH THIS SHIP.

It's fucking stealth you see.

"I was off by 6.4 meters. Not my best :/" I love him

I will say that this was a great midseason twist that they absolutely fucking won they completed the mission perfectly they got the evidence and aired it in front of everyone and Palpatine came in and in two seconds he twisted it around to serve what he wanted. Like, that's some GOOD SHIT.

Why does his pod have fucking tornado sirens tho

God no wonder Echo feels like they HAVE to keep getting clones out, they feel like it's partially their fault that the legislation got through.

Also the way that they've clearly talked about this and didn't tell Omega is just. Still so much. I'm still thinking about "remember what I said" from Hunter, what does it refer to, is it from all the way back in the TCW arc or did he say something offscreen that we won't find out until it's significant?

"It's not forever. I'll be back." AND THE HUG. THE HUGGGGGG. MY HEART IS SOFT AND SENTIMENTAL I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER.

THE FINAL SHOT OF THE SHIP LOOKING SO MUCH LIKE LEAVING CROSSHAIR BEHIND ON KAMINO. AND THEN OMEGA INSIDE. THANKS DIDN'T NEED MY HEART.

#the bad batch rewatch

[thecameronchronicles]

The Other Side

TW: Semi-public sex. Smut. Language. Cheating. 

SUMMARY: Frustrated with how yoru boyfriend Rafe treats you, you turn for consolation in a specific Pogue who has always made you feel a certain type of way…

WORD COUNT: 1950

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Anonymous asked:

Can u do a smut Oneshot with JJ x reader? Reader is actually together with Rafe but then cheats on him with JJ? (U can choose the plot and everything just wanna have the cheating on Rafe with JJ) thank u love<3

The Other Side

Your eyes would always find their way to him at some point throughout the weekly dinners spent at The Island Inn Resort, dragged there by your boyfriend Rafe for a pointless attempt to save a failing relationship. It had been a forbidden analysis for what could never be as you wouldn’t wish it on JJ to be in his crosshairs all to silence some lustful curiosity of what it would be to have his hands run the lengths of your body for even a moment. 

But specifically on this night, you would be given nothing but reasons to separate from your significant other, beginning from the moment you got ready to the second you sat down to dinner. The only reprieve you found would be in that of those familiar blue irises welcoming you with a smirk as they always had. Only now, one that was noticed by Rafe. His hand to your jaw made you gasp, something you should have been used to by now, but something that made you surprised for the fact he had done so shamelessly in public. And even of all the eyes that came to you with intrigue, none would speak on your behalf. At least not directly…

“Ah, shit, man, I’m sorry-”

“Fucking pogue!” Rafe charged. “These pants cost more than your house, you asshole!”

“What can I say, slippery fingers.”

“Just go get something to clean it up, yeah?” JJ would leave for a handful of minutes, making you desperate for when you would see him again, his return acting like the fresh breath of air it always had, before you watched him clean up his mess. 

“Don’t help him.” You ignored Rafe as he would turn to those surrounding you, berating your selflessness as being an embarrassment to him, before JJ would slip something in your hand as he helped you to your feet. This moment also being seen by your boyfriend, but he would refrain from acting on it quite yet. 

Pool. Twenty minutes. -J.

Your heart soared at the brazen idea as you hadn’t spoken through anything more than a few glances and the usual greeting expected from every employee whenever they were within five feet of anyone else, but it was enough to make you consider Rafe’s wrath just for a moment of peace along with JJ. With your eyes fixated on the blonde busboy who acted indifferent to his silent invitation as he returned to his job, you made an excuse in the twenty minutes while sitting on the edge of the pool in wait. 

But twenty minutes turned into thirty. 

Then forty. 

An hour and then some and you began to believe his reputation as proving itself to you. A tease. A rebel. A joke of anything close to romance. For that, you collected your skirt, feeling stupid in having even considered the idea, before returning inside, finding Rafe on the hunt for you as you were quick to try and hide. But in the attempt, you found JJ bent over the employee’s bathroom, nursing his brow, as you didn’t take time to consider the cause before you joined him and locked the door quickly behind you. 

“Whoa, wasn’t aware they took applications from Kook princesses-” You quickly pulled your hand over his mouth. 

“If he finds either one of us in here, it’s not going to be good…”

“Yeah,” He pulled your hand from his mouth, the impression of full lips to your palm making you curious to how those same lips would feel on your own kiss. But the sight of his wounds kept you from commenting. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, sweetheart…he’s already taken out collateral…and this was just for looking at ya…” He turned back to the mirror as your eyes filled with tears. 

“I’ve had worse from much better, princess…”

“If it wasn’t for me…”

“If not you and not him it would just be some other Kook asshole trying to mark his territory with a girl he didn’t deserve.” His eyes fell for a moment as if he had confessed something he didn’t mean to, as if some secret fell past his battered lips. Lips you were becoming more magnetized to by the second. 

“JJ…”

“You don’t have to say anything, okay, I mean it, I’ve had a lot worse-” You presented your palms to his cheeks to direct his focus to you, offering only a moment to him to retreat, before you committed to a kiss that he was quick to fall in to. 

“Oh my God…” You suddenly pulled back. 

“You’re not supposed to say that quite yet…” You moved towards the door as he caught your arm. 

“What happens if you go back to him? He’ll make you feel like shit the rest of the night.”

“And what happens if I stay, JJ?” He now walked you back against the door, hand on your hip as the other fell flat against the wooden support behind you. 

“I can at least give you something worth the third degree…worth wanting to come back for…Something to distract you as you fake being happy with someone who doesn't know how to treat you, let alone take care of you…” You swallowed hard. 

“This will only-” He interrupted you with a kiss, a hand to your jaw forcing you quiet as his tongue taken beyond your rejection would be a means to anchor this silence. 

“Just tell me to stop, and I will…but I can take care of exactly what you need…show you what you’re missing…What I know he isn’t worth sticking around for because if he was…” He suddenly pulled your leg to his hip, “You would at least be able to pretend to not be so miserable because you’d at least have that…” He kept your leg to him as he set his dominant touch to your sex. 

“But you tell me once to stop, and that’s it…no hard feelings, no-”

“Don’t. Stop.” You breathed desperately, your body pulling him into you despite the rival rejection building in your stomach in knowing this would only end badly. But every graze of his finger or taunt of his breath to your lips had been enough to forget anything but the sensations left behind. 

“I can be everything to you…for tonight…” You nodded, peeling away his dress shirt and exposing his muscles to you. 

“Then I want to see my everything…” You spoke with a smirk as he would pull your second leg to his waist, making it easy to take you to the vanity across from the door, where you were at rest around him. 

“How about we make it worth the busted lip?” He teased as he ghosted his kiss over your lips, as you would take his hint and deliver the most passionate of kisses never executed upon the likes of anyone, much less someone as undeserving as Rafe. 

“And the chest?” You asked, kissing down small scratches too old to have been made from today, but enough of a reason for him to offer a shrug of acquiescence as you pressed your lips down his torso, pulling you up by a guiding hold of your hair. 

“You’re making one thing ache, baby…”

“Oh?” You teased, driving a devoted curve of your hand to his cock as you scoffed at the surprise of his weight. 

“Not what you expected?”

“None of this is..” His brow raised. 

“You HAVE thought about this?”

“More than I should…I swear it’s the only reason I still come here without throwing some fit-”

‘You DO have an attitude beneath all this well behaved schtick?” He asked, fingers returning to your sex as you were bringing each other to a new plane of pleasure by the use of taunting words and fingers put to work. 

“Maybe if you show me it, I’ll tame it a bit…”

“I don’t think you could…” You moved to kiss him but he would retract. 

“I might not have a golf score card or some fancy suite on the top floor, but I know exactly what you need-”

“So you keep saying.”

“Oh, there it is…” He curled his fingers, making you gasp, “Still want to use it?” You nodded. “Yeah? Still want to show me that attitude, sweetheart?” He moved closer, your hand slowing around him as your grip now pulled up to his arms. 

“God, your fingers…” He leaned into your ear, second hand on your jaw to bring you to him, “Just wait until you see what I can do with my tongue-”

“Fuck!” He kissed you quickly, showcasing that tongue before dropping suddenly to his knees. With only a warning behind those blue irises darkened with his lustful intent, you were driven quickly to an edge as he brought your lower hips apart and his tongue quick to your desperate clit. Your fingers were swift through his hair, tugs and grips making him smirk before he nodded and moaned into you. 

“Yes…JJ. I’m close-’”m gonna-You’re making me-” He nodded. 

“Let me wear you proudly, sweetheart.” 

“Oh Fuuuck!” You whined as your body buckled over him, his hands over your thighs pulling them wider. 

“I want you inside me-Right now!” You demanded as he smirked. 

“You don’t want a second to collect yourself or anything?” He asked as you were still shaking. 

“Not another one.” You assisted him in removing his pants completely, leaving him nearly bare as your eyes took in the scene until he shifted himself up into you. 

“Something I've always wanted to know…”

“Anything…”

His grin widened to your desperation. 

“He worth all the fake smiles?”

“No…”

“He worth all the embarrassment and the suffocation?”

“No.”

“He worth never having this again?” He asked, hand now on the back of your neck as your hands were dug into his biceps as he stilled inside of you. “Or am I worth risking it for?”

“JJ-”

“If you want me, you’re gonna get all of me…” He thrust once more, making your head come back into his grip that he redirected upwards once again. 

“This isn’t a one time thing for me.” He thrusted again, this time, doing so in slow succession as you moaned almost pornagraphically beneath him. 

“I’ve already made you come, quicker and harder than he ever has and we both know it. But I could still give you so much more than a quick fuck in a bathroom….so tell me you want it and you get my cum, otherwise-” You took his face between your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his bottom lip before nodding. 

“I want it-you, JJ. I want you.”

“Yeah?” He began rooting up into you, forcing your body into vicious movements against the vanity as he clasped his hand around your mouth to the near screams silenced by his palm. 

“JJ! FUCK!”

“Yes baby, you need this, let me give it to you! Let me-”

“Give it to me.” You spoke through clenched teeth as he released you, your words prompting him forward, a release prompting a second orgasm to tear through you as you were left trembling in his arms. 

“I get off in twenty minutes. I’m expecting you to wait for me…I’m gonna show you the other side of everything you thought you knew…Showing you where you really belong…with me…”

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[amalthiaph]

AAAAA I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH I CANT BELIEVE WE'RE MOOTS?? 🥺💗💗💗 how r u liking the new season so far!!!!

I LOVE THE NEW SEASON!

When watching, I usually pay attention to the little things. And here are some of my favorites:

The composition of the scene when Omega was talking to Crosshair about escaping, the hexagon (?) shape was in front of Crosshair's face when he declared that he belonged there, but when the scene shifted to Omega, the hexagon was behind her, telling the viewers that she thinks the opposite. This one reminds me of Brooks and Red when they were released from Shawshank; Brooks' background was the prison but Red's background was the outside.

In the second episode, I LOVE the sort of visual storytelling that they did with the armors of Hunter and Wrecker. In that one scene, without use of words, they were able to show how much they've been through, how rough were the missions, and how desperate they have been.

The blood testing machine: when I saw it in Ep 1, I thought it was weird that it spins that way, until I got to Ep 3 when it acted like a clock and we're wishing it wouldn't reach 12.

This got very, very long, but I appreciate you sending me this ask.

#tysm for the ask! #and ilyasm #the bad batch #tbb s3 spoilers #sort of

[clonehub]

Episode 3 of the bad batch!

"we're fine" girl the gonk droid is on its side

I wonder what these rations taste like

Okay so echo can eat solids. And also everyone is yelling at him to fix everything on the ship. They are flying through hyperspace on a ship that doesn't work properly and I'm SORRY but techs priorities are BACKWARDS

THEY DONT EVEN FIT IN THE SEATS AAAHHHHHH

The way they're acting I'm thinking theybe never crash landed before which is actually really funny bc Anakin only knew how to crash. Like it was a regular occurrence in tcw for bitches to be crashing all over the place

Okay first mention of crosshair.

"Crosshairs actions may have been influenced by his inhibitor chip" "it can do that?" Was it. Like wasnt this established. Like one or two episodes ago? I'm genuinely confused this could be my own standing knowledge of the chips getting in the way but why's echo surprised the chip is influencing Crosshairs actions

I will say. There's times where the lighting and the model rendering blends in such a way so that u can't really differentiate the features on omegas face if that makes sense. Like it blends too much

I do like how much they do the blur/focus thing I've always liked that

Rampart being like the only person in this entire series with decently brown eyes :/

Oh look. Once again referred to as enhanced (crosshair). And it's like the more that I think about it. It would not make sense for the Kaminoans to work so hard to keep tbb alive if they believed they were really defective. They're very much like "here's our enhanced product here's our enhanced soldiers see how enhanced they are" like tbb are advertising so they wouldn't say "yeah they're defective BUT--"

So crosshair just walking about in his jammies

Tarkins face model is p good

Something about the models for this first batch of conscripts is like. Like they were built the way they were bc the animators knew they wouldn't be on screen long.

This is kinda funny tho bc they definitely made some heads and just stuck them on a clone models body HFKSBFKSNDKSJS not that I'm mad I like they didn't do boob armor but fhakdnaksk

Tech is so like. Not arugmentative but he has to reply to everything and it's normally in a dismissive or disagreeing way and normally I wouldn't care at all but sometimes it's like was this line necessary.

"you wanna narrow that down" bitch can you go outside and look damn making all this noise from the back seat

I wonder why if Wrecker is having all this obvious hesd pain nobody is actually like checking on him?

A nice blend of music here

It's so funny like how much ppl just fucking hate being scanned because like for me if every doctors visit could just be a scan I'd be so gung ho for it. Yeah let me just lay here for three seconds and hardly get a needle or anything tf

Willing enlistment as metric for a good soldier is interesting and I feel like purposely manipulative bc the guy in the scene before this just said he's got like food and housing so that's partly why he's staying. It's not a loyalty thing at all lmao

What's funny is that I think tbbs helmets for all their little specialities don't actually contribute to air tight contained suits the way the normie clones do. Bc if this was Rex and co they could probably just keep their buckets on w a lil attachment. So they get the headlamps and the HUD. But hunter can't have that so he has to remove the entire thing and put on this mask.

"we each have enhanced skills"

See I wish they could have maintained this tension around crosshair better through the season

Not this white boy poking crosshair in his insecurities BDMABDLSNSLAK no wonder he was so gung ho to kill him and also why he wanted to stick w the imps so bad. Again again again it's ego

They use English letters a lot here not that it's a bad thing or anything but like I remember how in tcw during some like behind the scenes things they basically implied they tried to avoid doing that. They sometimes would say the aurebesh letters and sometimes it'd be A and B

Oh he didn't tattoo his eyelid. Not that it like has to be but like. I just noticed

Sorry these choking noises are so throaty

Bro just unconscious here fjandnaknsa

Wilhelm scream :/

Yeah wow the uh. White boy was the only one with moral back bone huh. The only one who said extrajudicial execution of civilians was bad. Just him huh. Hm.

This is an interesting creature

Oh she gotta be standing on something to be this tall

DNA degradation still doesn't make sense to me given what should be the kammies gene prowess but whatevs

It's like. They're hung up on Jango DNA but if hsi stuff is swirling the drain and you don't have boba would the next thing not be to just find a new guy? Also how does any of that make this any less cost prohibitive

"such a contingency would require a direct source. The clones required will not return willingly" / "they are kaminoan property and we only need one"

Uh but tbb are enhanced and mutated so therefore not the best candidates for sourcing for Jango DNA? Unless I've got this wrong (I'm thinking I do).

I wonder if this room still stinks

This is a sweet thing wreckers done I will say that. But also is omegas room just a viewport or is there a turret attached to that chair?

"I never had my own room before" who was she sharing a room with?????

#ch posts #tbb rewatch

[scorbleeo]

Book Review: Caught Stealing

Leighton U (Book 2) by C. E. Ricci

Source: Google Images

It's not stealing if he's meant to be mine.

Let me tell you how Holden Sykes operates.

As the campus playboy and one-and-done king, he doesn’t do strings.

Or repeats.

Or names, for that matter.

So when he tries making my best friend the next notch on his bedpost, I react poorly.

Some would call it jealousy or an unrequited crush,

but friends protect each other from making mistakes.

The same ones I’ve already made.

Which is why driving Holden away seems like my only option.

Too bad he’s not giving up without a fight.

Each prank leads to another

until he turns this into a game far more precarious than intended.

One filled with stolen moments and heated glances,

drawing me into his orbit.

But the undeniable attraction simmering between us

leaves me caught in the crosshairs of an impossible decision.

Loyalty…or love.

Source: Goodreads (2023)

I Rarely Like a Series's Second Book, But Not This

I enjoyed this book so much, I am at lost with words. This usually never happens, but I have no idea how to construct a book review for Caught Stealing. And the fact that I went into this book just a couple of days after its publication is truly torturous, because I am not ready to wait as long as I will be for the next instalment.

Okay, as much as I seriously love this book, I also believe some people might find reading Caught Stealing icky because of the grey area. Grey area being were they cheating or not. However, I strive in grey areas and as someone who loathes adultery, whatever happened in Caught Stealing was not considered cheating, in my books. The slight problem I had was the lying. I am in no way advocating for Phoenix's decisions when he decided to lie to Kason but I understood why Phoenix thought what he did was the better out of two options. And so even though lying's icky to me, I empathised with Phoenix therefore I overlooked it.

Moving on, here are some highlights on the things I loved about Caught Stealing. First things first, I adore Phoenix Mercer so much, I refuse to accept criticisms on him and by that I mean, I ignore anything that complains about him. More people like Holden and tolerate Phoenix but in this household, Phoenix trumps Holden (as much as Holden's extremely lovable too). I think a part of Phoenix's appearance played into why I really liked this character as well. And honestly, him being a top was simply the cherry on top.

Next, the tension. I thought the tension between Oakley and Quinton back in Iced Out was already a good read. The tension between our lead characters here was so much more superior. The angry tension, the sexual tension, the tension when they are in their own heads. I don't know about Ricci but her writing here, specifically the tension, was done incredibly well.

Last but not least, I had a tiny complain when I read the previous book and it was that, I wished to read more about the side characters yet I really did not get much. This was not an issue here. Felt that Kason's character arc and development was quite a chaotic mess but considering the next book is about him, I will just wait till the next book to judge him. What I need to shine a spotlight on is Theo. I was enjoying reading about him way too much. 'Way too much' like its a complain because I will build expectation and sometimes, high expectations aren't ideal, especially when it comes to books.

I had so much fun reading Caught Stealing, it's not even a smiling matter anymore. It's been days since I finished this book and my head is still occupied by it and that has never happened with a sports romance novel.

Rating: ★★★★★

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[leavingkamino]

i do not care for the winter sun

Chapter Summary: It’s Life Day and you never really thought you’d end up spending it without The Batch. You wished they were here. Especially Crosshair.

Pairing: Crosshair/Reader (GN), Crosshair/You

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, Drinking (literally one glass of wine but still), A little steamy near the end (but it doesn’t go anywhere)

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: A little present :) Especially to my dark red readers. I’m so sorry I’m making y’all wait so long for the next chapter ;u; A lot of personal things have happened this month and it's been a bit rough so I haven't really been in the mindset to focus on it completely. I'm still working on it, I promise. Happy holidays everyone!

Read on ao3 (if you'd prefer)

It hadn’t exactly been an exciting Life Day so far. Okay, actually it had been downright depressing. The people you wanted to spend it with were still away on a job. You missed The Batch dearly. Though you understood perfectly you still felt so lonely every time they left. Normally, you’d end up being able to cope, but today was the one day you never thought you’d have to spend without them. Without him. You felt a tear slip down your cheek and you quickly brushed it away. No use in that, you would simply have to deal.

Dinner was almost done and you were humming a popular Life Day tune under your breath as you flitted around your kitchen. You fixed yourself a plate and made your way to the living room. A fire was already slowly going, lighting up the room with a gentle glow as well as the lights you'd put on your tree. Red and silver handmade ornaments hung from its branches and you recalled the memory of everyone helping you decorate it the day before they had to leave. You smiled sadly at the few presents meant for you to open from them under the tree.

Sitting down on your sofa, you heard laughter coming from outside. You looked out your window to see that the neighbors nearby were having a bit of fun in the snowy weather. Turning back to take another bite of food, the soothing crackle of the fire had you sighing contentedly. But then there was suddenly a voice in the back of your head reminding you of your loneliness and you stopped chewing. You set your plate down on the table in front of you and desperately tried to push away the feeling. Standing up you made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. Maybe a small bit would help you relax a little.

Glass of wine in your hand you headed back to the living room and decided to put on a holomovie while you finished eating. You chose one of those cheesy holiday romantic comedies to watch and maybe that was a mistake because by the end you were beginning to feel more lonely. You decided to just sleep early because of that. The sooner the days passed the sooner The Batch would be back, though you didn't know exactly when. You stood up and took your dishes to the kitchen to wash them. On your way to your room you passed by the tree again and remembered that you still hadn’t opened the presents yet. You thought about waiting until they got back, but you didn’t exactly know when that would be. You decided not to wait.

Sitting crisscross on the floor you grabbed the first one. It was from Wrecker and he’d gotten you an assortment of your favorite candies along with a tiny gizka plushie. You smiled in delight. The next was apparently a joint effort present from Echo and Tech. They’d somehow managed to find a blend of tea you’d only had once in your life because the café that you’d gotten it from had immediately shut down a week later. Or maybe…they’d made it themselves? The image of Echo and Tech trying to replicate it was somewhat comical to you. The next present was from Hunter. He’d carved a familiar scene out of a piece of wood. Looking closer at the details you recognized it to be the lake spot you’d all spent time at whenever the Batch were here. You felt yourself get misty-eyed again as you reach for Omega’s present next. Hers was a knitted pair of socks and you chuckled, endeared by the slightly uneven stitching. She was still learning, but her teacher was the best you knew so you had a feeling her skills would eventually come to rival his own.

You opened Crosshair’s present last. Part of you was a little nervous to open it and you didn’t really know why. You slowly, carefully unwrapped it to reveal a cozy red and black knitted scarf. The material was so soft and you suddenly pictured Crosshair in his bunk on the Marauder working diligently at it. You felt your eyes water again. You went to unravel it so you could put it on when two things fell out. A card and something else that hit the floor with a soft thump. You picked up what looked like a necklace. Holding it up you looked at it curiously. On the end was a piece of red and black plastoid that had been smoothed down and shaped into a circle. You picked up the card next and almost cried immediately looking at the first word.

Mesh’la, it started.

Your breath hitched as tears welled up in yours.

I’m sorry I can’t be there with you this time. You’re probably already wondering when we’ll return. Unfortunately I can’t say when, but know that we’ll do whatever it takes to make it back to you as soon as we’re able.

You sniffed and breathed out shakily while wiping your cheeks.

I left you a piece of me to hold onto in the meantime. I miss you, mesh’la. Take care of yourself.

Crosshair

You let out a broken sound in realization as you looked at the necklace in your hand. He’d used a piece of his own armor for this. You clutched it to your chest and cried. It hurt so much that he wasn’t here right now. That they all weren’t here right now. You reached for the scarf he’d knitted and wrapped it around yourself. Tears still falling, you looked at all the gifts and then stood up. Sniffling and breath catching in your throat you looked out the window to see the winter sun setting. Maybe you should turn in early and sleep everything off. You had a feeling tomorrow wouldn’t be any easier though. You bent down to scoop up your presents. You put Hunter’s wood carving on the hearth and the tea from Tech and Echo in your kitchen before going to your room with the rest.

You set everything on your dresser before changing into some sleepwear. You put on the socks Omega knitted and set the gizka plushie on your nightstand. Sitting on the edge of your bed now, you looked at the necklace sitting on the dresser. You took it in your hand, unclasped it and put it on in an attempt to feel closer to him. Then you wrapped the scarf around your shoulders and laid down. You closed your eyes and tried to will yourself to sleep, but with there still being a little bit of daylight outside it was difficult. You refused to open them though, you didn’t want to face anything right now. A tear leaked out and fell past your nose and you let it as you clutched at the necklace like a lifeline. The scarf was warm around your shoulders and provided a bit of comfort, but as you finally felt yourself falling asleep that hollow feeling of loneliness never left you.

It couldn’t have been more than a few hours later when you were awoken by a knock on your door, but it was dark out now so you wondered who it could be. At first you were anxious and thought about grabbing a knife from the kitchen first, but as you made your way through the hallway and into the living room, you heard six familiar voices coming from outside your door.

You all but ran to open it and almost tripped over the pair of slippers by the couch. You put them on hurriedly and scrambled to turn the door handle. As soon it opened you were flinging yourself into Crosshair’s arms.

“You’re here.” your voice cracked slightly as tears welled up in your eyes.

Crosshair wrapped his arms around you tightly and you heard him chuckle under his breath. You pulled away to get a good look at him and the others. They didn’t seem battered or bruised. Not even a little scraped up and you thanked the maker for that.

“You’re all really here.” you said and you couldn’t stop grinning.

“Of course we’re here. You really think we’d miss our first Life Day with you?” Wrecker smiled warmly at you.

“We’re just sorry that we’re late.” Hunter gave you an apologetic look.

“Tech wanted to stop for a resupply.” Echo jabbed while side-eyeing him.

Tech frowned, “And we still would’ve already been here by mid-afternoon if Wrecker hadn’t decided to sneak a rather agile Tooka onto the ship.”

“Hey! That was not my fault!” Wrecker exclaimed in an offended tone.

“It was mine,” Omega interjected, “I was the one who fed it on the way back! It just decided to follow Wrecker into the ship.”

“Who then proceeded to try and hide it in his bunk.” Crosshair explained as he turned to glare at Wrecker.

Wrecker grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “You got me there.”

You laughed and tears started spilling over immediately. You certainly were crying a lot today. Looks of concern flashed over their faces and Crosshair cupped yours with his hands.

“What’s wrong, mesh’la?” he asked and his thumbs wiped away the tears as they continued to fall.

“I’m just so happy you’re here,” you looked into his eyes and then around to everyone standing around him, “All of you.”

Their eyes softened and if your head was any clearer you would’ve noticed the way a few of them got teary-eyed as well. You felt Omega wrap her arms around you from the side and you rested a hand on her back. One by one the others crowded around you and rested their hands on your back or shoulder. Crosshair rested his forehead against your own and closed his eyes and you did the same. 

“The scarf suits you. I knew it would.” he told you and you smiled in response.

You felt so loved right now it was almost overwhelming. Wrecker sniffled behind you and his embrace seemed to squish the group further in around you. You weren’t complaining at all. It was warm.

A minute later—that felt more like the most peaceful eternity—you were all inside and out of the cold. The boys were out of their armor and dressed in warmer clothes getting into your leftovers. Minus Hunter, who was currently putting Omega to bed in the guest room. You’d thanked her for her gift before Hunter had gently guided her weary form down the hall. Now you were making a cup of tea with the new blend you’d gotten. You asked Tech and Echo about how they’d managed to get it and ended up confirming your previous suspicions. Tech explained how he’d done extensive research on what fruits, leaves and spices went into making it and Echo and him had both experimented until they’d gotten it just right. The amount of effort they’d given to this warmed your heart.

Wrecker then asked if you liked the plushie he’d gotten you. He said he’d remembered when you’d talked about how they’d been your favorite creature as a kid. And he’d noticed the way you’d perk up every time someone mentioned them or you saw a picture of them. His thoughtfulness had you sneaking him one of your homemade cookies from your private stash while no one was looking. Crosshair probably noticed, but if he did he didn’t say anything. He was currently situated on your couch, body turned to watch you conversing with his brothers. He was glad their presence here had made you happy again. He’d been worried. He knew how hard it was for you to have to spend weeks at a time without them.

You laughed quietly at a joke Wrecker told the three of you while Tech and Echo just rolled their eyes in an affectionate manner. He heard the door of the guest bedroom open and Hunter came out from the hall to stand next to the couch.

“Oh, they put it up already.” Hunter walked over to where you’d placed his wood carving on the hearth and smiled.

“Would be a shame if someone accidentally knocked it into the fireplace.” Crosshair said to him as he turned his gaze back to you in the kitchen.

Hunter went and smacked him in the arm. Crosshair made an offended noise and immediately turned to smack him back.

“I was joking.” he glared and it softened as he realized Hunter was smiling at him.

“I know.” he replied.

Crosshair huffed, but the corners of his mouth turned up into a tiny smile. Hunter patted him on the shoulder before joining everyone in the kitchen. You greeted him and mentioned the leftovers to which he excitedly began to pile onto his plate. With that you left the men in the kitchen to their own devices. Grabbing your mug of tea off the counter, you made your way to Crosshair in the living room.

You sat sideways next to him on the sofa, practically on his lap, but he didn’t complain he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, sighing contentedly. You felt more than heard a chuckle come out of him and he pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

“How did the job go?” you asked.

“Well. For Once.” he said.

“That’s good.” you said and you nuzzled his neck again.

“It’s the after that always seems to be when things go awry.” he said as he stroked a hand up and down your arm.

“I have noticed that.” you laughed quietly and lifted your head from its current spot to take a sip from your mug.

“I’m sorry we didn’t make it back sooner.”

You shifted slightly and gripped your mug tightly with both hands, “I was doing well, but earlier…when I was opening your presents…it was lonely in here.”

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. I’d sooner tear the galaxy apart than have you keep feeling like this every time we’re away.” he said with a conviction that made your heart clench.

You leaned over to set your mug on the crate table and hurriedly wrapped your arms around him again. Tighter this time. You understood the reasons why they left for jobs frequently. It didn’t make being alone any easier, but you understood. And you wouldn’t ask them to stay for good when that’s something you knew wasn’t possible. No matter how much you wanted it to be. As long as he and his siblings were safe, that’s all that mattered. Crosshair rested his forehead on your temple and you untucked the necklace he’d given you from your shirt and rubbed your thumb over it.

“You're wearing it.” he stated as he looked down at it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.” you told him.

“Well, the chain isn’t waterproof.” he joked.

You chuckled quietly again, “You know what I meant.”

Footsteps sounded from behind the couch as Hunter, Tech, Echo and Wrecker approached.

“We’re turning in, we’ll see you both in the morning.” Hunter said,  “And I left my headset on the ship so I better not hear a peep tonight.”

There was a stern look on his face, but his eyes held a plea. Wrecker laughed at that as quietly as he could while Tech and Echo smirked at them. Crosshair glared and Hunter shook his head. You hid your smile behind your hand.

“Sir, yes, sir.” Crosshair said sardonically.

You snorted and watched the four of them quietly walk down the hallway to the other guest rooms. You sat there tucked into Crosshair’s side for a little while longer, just enjoying in his presence. You didn’t speak and he didn’t need words to convey what was felt between the two of you right now. You’d both missed each other so much. You blinked up at him when he’d turned his head towards you and you were pleasantly surprised with the most tender kiss. You smiled against his lips and he against yours. You pulled back and nuzzled your nose against the pulse point on his neck.

“You act exactly like a Tooka, you know that right.” he teased.

“So do you,” you yawned mid-sentence, “Just with more hissing involved.”

“I do not hiss,” he scoffed and you chuckled, “and I think it’s time for you to sleep now.”

You made a noise of protest and held him tighter. The eye-roll from him was loud.

“C’mon.” he said as he stood up from the sofa, pulling you along as well.

You groaned and wrapped your arms around his waist as he went around turning off the lights in the kitchen and living room.

“Should I put out the fire?” he asked you.

“No, it’ll be too cold in here.” you said as you rested your head against his back.

“But you have me now.” he smirked as he said it.

You headbutted his back gently and he let out a snort, “Alright.”

He guided you to your room and tucked you into the bed before settling in next to you. You rolled over and faced him as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. He was looking so softly at you that it made your stomach flutter. You rested a hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes at the sensation. You inched closer to him and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. His face scrunched up slightly and you held back a chuckle. You were so endeared by him.

You made a noise of surprise when, without a second of warning, he swiftly pulled you half on top of him. Your hand rested next to his head as his eyes fluttered open. You stared, mesmerized by the way the light of the moon filtering through the window in your room reflected against the beautiful brown of his irises. Crosshair wrapped an arm around your waist securely and his other hand came up to the back of your head to guide you to his lips.

You readjusted the arm that was holding you up and gently settled your weight on top of him as your lips met his. The kisses were soft and slow, but firm in the feelings behind them. His blunt fingernails dragged gently against your scalp and you sighed into his mouth. Your hand came up to cup his jaw and you flicked your tongue against his lips. Crosshair moaned softly and you breathed through your nose as his hand trailed to your lower back. A nip at your upper lip had you accidentally letting out an embarrassing whine and you froze. Crosshair chuckled against your lips and pulled away to see the look on your face.

“I like it when you make pretty noises like that.” he said with a sly smirk.

“Hunter won’t.” you reminded him.

Crosshair’s smirk immediately dropped and he let out a groan of disappointment before rolling you over onto your back. You placed a hand on the back of his neck and ran your fingers through the short hair at his nape. Crosshair closed his eyes once more as he allowed the sensation to soothe him.

“Honestly, it’d be his fault since he was the one who forgot his headset.” he smirked as he opened his eyes again.

“Cross.” you said sternly and tugged gently at the hairs your fingers were currently combing through.

He laughed softly in response and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard in your life. You pecked his lips on impulse, catching him somewhat off-guard for once. A warm look passed through his eyes. He rolled away and onto his back before tugging you towards him again. His hand rested on the middle of your back, gently rubbing and you tucked your head underneath his chin.

“Go to sleep, mesh’la.” he told you.

You hummed in response and draped your arm over him.

“Happy Life Day, my love.” you mumbled as you began nodding off.

His hand paused on your back before continuing the motions, “Happy Life Day to you as well.”

“I love you…so much…” the warmth from his body and soft gentle touches had you drifting off almost immediately after you’d said that.

Crosshair was smiling as he leaned his cheek against the top of your head.

“I love you too, mesh’la.” he closed his eyes and let the sound of your gentle breathing slowly lull him to sleep.

And though the fire under the hearth was only embers by morning, with everyone here now, you felt the warmest you had in weeks.

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[loth-wolffe]

Hello hello! Congratulations on your milestone!! So happy for you!!

I really like your blog and your writing! I LOVE how you write soft crosshair.

I wanted to know if I could request a fic with the one and only Captain Rex?

With number 9 and 39 from the lyrics prompt list, pretty please?

Something along the lines of them not having seen each other in a while, cuz you know, the clone wars.

they are kinda nervous, afraid the other doesn't feel the same way anymore :'(

BUT THEY DO LOVE EACH OTHER SO SO SO MUCH IT HURTS AND IT'S LIKE REUNION, HAPPY TEARS, LONG AWAITED KISSES AND HUGS.

I JUST- WHAT THE HELL I- THANK YOU SO MUCH??? youre so kind! *sends a kiss to a planet Earth image* for u, wherever u are. anyways this ask is FANTASTIC OMG. thank you so so so so much for requesting this.

also added my sweet @intergalactic-padawan request that was prompt 43 bc I realized I was writing pretty much the same thing so yeah.

hope you guys like it!

It's been a long, long time.

Pairings: Captain Rex x reader (no y/n)

Prompts: 9. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do. - Like real people do by Hozier, 39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean and 43. Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time. - It's been a long, long time by Harry James

Warnings: a bit sad I think? reader feels very anxious bc they don't know if rex loves them still. but it's fluff I swear. like, very very very fluffy.

Word count: 1,1k bc I can't control myself and make actual drabbles.

He had been away for too long. You had begun to forget his touch, the sweet taste of his lips, the goosebumps his fingers left on your skin, the warmth of his caress. Days blurred together with the only constant thing being how much you missed him, heart longing, aching quietly, mourning for the emptiness it feels, tired, desperate, for the day Rex comes back to fill it again.

There were nights where you fell asleep with tears running down your cheeks, afraid you might never see him, trying to forget the dull ache your heart felt with every beat it gave, breaking just a little bit for him, swelling with love for a man you barely saw.

You hated him sometimes, just to justify the torrent of emotions that slowly consumed you with every day that passed, a filthy lie you told yourself to push away the pain, the tears that gathered in your eyes, how the memory of him fogged your mind and couldn't, wouldn't, let you rest. You hated how much you loved him, and in the anger of it you wished he felt the same, but then again you didn't, because maybe the ghost of you distracted him enough to make him sloppy, careless, maybe your ghost stopped him from coming back to you, took his hand and dragged him away.

It became a habit, to wake up in an empty bed, make your own caf, and wait for the day to end. The empty spot he left always following you around, and you learned to dance around it, never touching it, never moving it, but letting it be, becoming one with you because you'd rather have that than nothing at all.

It was all routine, one that slowly stuck to your nature, with him becoming a presence you that scarred you, probably, for life.

Quick texts and short conversations was all you got from Rex, unable to give you more, and for you to ask for more, leaving you both in a limbo, not knowing where you stood anymore.

Which led you to this moment, nervousness bubbling in your chest like some sort of venom, thick and foul, spreading through your body fast and corrosive.

His shuttle had just arrived, and between the many troopers you were looking for his distinctive uniform, the pauldron standing tall and the Jaig eyes making the search easier.

You feel sick at the mere thought of having him in front of you.

Does he looks the same? Same hair, a new scar maybe? Will he still like how you laugh, or call his name? Does he kiss, touch, feel the same? Do you?

Does he love you still?

It's been too long, too long.

You fidget with your shirt and your eyes sometimes find the floor, flickering through the different buckets, a couple of Jedi pass by, some pilots, a few droids. No one is your man.

Anxiety starts to make you feel dizzy, sound begins to feel too distant, and has your heart always been beating this quick? You can't breath properly.

Where is Rex? Is he–

Tears fill your eyes as a sigh leaves you, relief washing over you as find him, uniform a bit dirtier than the last time you saw it, blasters at both his sides and the kamas move matching the confidence he carries himself with as he comes to meet you. You can't see his face and the fact stirs something unpleasant in you, self doubt slowly poking it's ugly head.

Are you still beautiful in his eyes?

You always hated the way his helmet shields him from you, not letting you know what he's feeling, is he disgusted, happy, sad? Is he as nervous as you are? You can never tell.

Your head falls slightly once he's in front of you, and you're glad he can't hear the frenetic beat of your heart.

He calls your name with a formality that surprises you, you look everywhere but him, searching new scratches in his armour, finding a few stains that weren't there before.

He doesn't make any sign that he might want to hug you or touch you, and neither do you, standing at a safe distance that it might look like you're just co-workers or less.

Your hand itches to feel him.

"Rex." You let out, trying to find his eyes behind the bucket, he looks stiff, frozen, like something weights on him heavy and awkward.

Your mind wanders to the worst of places.

He lifts his bucket and tucks it under his arm, shy eyes search for something in yours, and yours searching for anything that might be different from the last time you got to see his pretty face.

No new scars –not visible at least–, same short blond hair, same irises that remind you of the sun and that matches it's warmth. He looks just the same, yet you don't know if his feelings stayed.

Maybe... maybe he met someone else, what if he–?

"Hi." He says in a breath, as if he had been holding it for far too long, and is enough for your tears to cascade down your cheeks as a smile breaks through your face.

"Hi yourself, trooper."

Rex wraps your body in his arms, pulling you flush against him, face hiding in your neck as he breathes you in. He almost cries, right then and there, you smell just like he remembered, like something sweet, something like home.

It's comforting, really, to know nothing has changed between you two in a galaxy that always seems to be.

And just like that, you know you're fine.

You whisper his name, and when he looks up he wastes no time in pressing your lips together, a tender little touch that is just a taste of what's to come, of what words can't express, and you find yourself holding him tighter, afraid he might be an illusion, a dream, a distant memory you thought forgotten. But it's still there. He is here. Kissing you like real people do, not a vision, not a wish nor a dream.

It is him in your arms, and you in his.

"I love you," Rex blurts when you pull away for air, in a whisper, as if he didn't want anyone but you to hear, scared of rejection but even more scared of you never knowing. His lips brush with yours, uncertain, timid, foreheads touching.

You feel like dreaming, like you're walking over the clouds, floating away in a perpetual state of pure love, heart feeling so full you might think it's about to explode.

"Kiss me." You plead and he delivers, pushing you to the closest supply box, inhaling sharply when your nails softly scratch the skin at the nape. It's filled with a longing that had been caged for too long, and it's messy, teeth clashing and noses bumping, tongues re-exporing and you don't think you have felt this good in a long time.

Before he can pull away properly, you connect your lips again, and again, and again, until they are swollen and you're panting for air.

It's been too long, and you have missed him so much, and you don't know how to tell him, how to let him know all and every emotion that has tormented you since you met him, so you try to summarize it in four simple, but powerful words.

"I love you too."

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[rebekadjarin]

Red

Chapter 13 of Golden Dawn

A/N: This chapter is spicy and has a lot of action!

Summary: a new mission which requires you and Crosshair to attend a ball and he gets jealous of the way everyone else is looking at you. But before that, he shows you another way his rifle can be used... 👀

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 13.8k

Warnings: S M U T, light choking, weapon kink, description of blood and injuries

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“I know why hearing you speak mando’a felt familiar,” you told Crosshair as you were making your way through the city and back to the hotel.

“Why?” he asked you and stroked your hand with his thumb while you were holding hands.

“That time I stayed over in your room and slept there after we…,” you said and blushed a little when you thought about him binding you and fucking you. His face was amused as he recalled the memory. “So before I fell asleep you were humming something quietly. I don’t remember it clearly because I was already half-asleep but now I think it was something in mando’a,” you looked up at him, waiting for his reaction.

“Maybe,” he said and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Well?” you were still staring at him expectantly.

“Well what?”

“Don’t you want to elaborate on that? What song was it? Do you sing? How well do you speak mando’a?” You showered him with questions as you usually did, eager to get all the answers.

He seemed to think about it before answering. “For my defence, I thought you were asleep.”

“You have a nice voice,” you smiled up at him fondly. What couldn’t this man do?

He slightly shook his head. “I don’t sing.”

“But you did, I heard it.”

“You dreamed it,” he smirked and tried to get out of answering.

“I didn’t,” you laughed and persisted. “So what song was it?”

He sighed. “It was a lullaby 99 used to sing to us when we were young cadets. We were just put together in a new room and he stayed over for the first few nights to help us accommodate.”

“That is so sweet of him,” you said with a soft smile on your lips. So far every story he told you about 99 warmed your heart. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I said I would introduce you next time we visit Kamino.”

“Yes, thank you. Why is he on Kamino anyway? Shouldn’t he be out on the battlefield like you guys? Knowing you four I can only imagine how good of a soldier he must be.”

A shadow passed through Crosshair’s face. “He is not that kind of soldier,” he said. “We are listed as defective clones,” he scowled when he said the word clone, like it physically hurt him to think of himself as a clone, “with desirable mutations. But his mutation is not desirable, he is just defective.”

“I’m sorry,” you looked up at him. “So what’s his job?”

“Janitorial duties.”

“I see. The more you tell me about him the more I want to meet him. I hope we visit Kamino soon.”

“I don’t,” Crosshair frowned.

“Why’s that?” You asked with a confused voice. Wasn’t Kamino the closest place they considered a home?

He snorted without any glee. “To run more experiments on us? To do battle situations while we could be on the battlefield or on a mission? To be around regs?”

You ignored his last comment. “At least 99 will be there,” you tried cheering him up. “Besides, we probably won’t have to go there soon.”

He nodded and tilted his head slightly when he saw something in the distance. You followed his gaze but the only thing you could see was that you were at the part of the city where the Havoc Marauder was parked. You thought you saw the ship but it was too far away to know for sure that it really was the Marauder.

“What’s going on?” you asked Crosshair and saw that a smile was playing on his lips.

“Hunter came to collect your debt.”

“What?!” you yelled and accelerated your steps, dragging Crosshair with you. “He didn’t even show me the final sketch, I’m going to kill him,” you pursed your lips.

“I think it’s quite good,” Crosshair said and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Your freakishly good eyesight is still a little creepy,” you said. “Also, I lost the bet because of you, you know.”

“Maybe I can convince you to still do what we planned?” he asked and you remembered your dirty little negotiation and blushed.

“I’ll have to think about it,” you pretended to not care about it and he abruptly stopped you and looked deeply into your eyes with a smug expression on his face.

“I don’t think you’ll take much convincing,” he kissed you passionately. You forgot where you were hurrying the moment his lips touched yours and got lost in the kiss and the sweet taste of his lips. You pulled his head closer and buried your fingers in his hair. You could never get enough of this man.

He chuckled lightly after letting you go and seeing your messed up expression. You wanted to run to the ship to see Hunter’s stupid painting and you also wanted to tease Crosshair about losing the bet for you but all you could think about was his lips on yours.

“You can do better than that to persuade me,” you decided to tease him and smirked. You licked your lower lips and glanced at him to see his reaction. He lifted a brow then ran his hand down your back until it was resting on your waist. His other hand disappeared in your hair and pulled on it lightly to make you look up at him before he kissed you again.

This time he didn’t hold anything back, he bit your lower lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth and kissing you passionately. His hand on your waist held you tight and he dug his fingers deep into your flesh to pull you even closer. All you could do was to get lost in him and let him overwhelm you. Your legs went weak as he kept kissing you and he had to hold you up to keep you on your feet. You placed your hand on his chest and pulled him closer by grabbing the neckline of his shirt. He growled into the kiss and went on to kiss your neck and leave a mark on it. You tilted your head to give him better access and completely forgot that you were in the middle of the city and surrounded by people.

When Crosshair looked up even he was panting and you couldn’t help feeling a little smug about it. You weren’t the only one to be so affected.

“If we weren’t in the middle of a busy parking lot I would fuck you right here,” he said while maintaining eye contact. You could feel his chest quickly rising and sinking under your palms and had to suppress a moan.

“I thought that just turned you on,” you flirted back and his eyes widened.

“Maybe it does.”

“And maybe I would let you do it,” you teased.

“Don’t tease me, you know I would do it,” he said seriously. “I would fuck you in front of a hundred strangers and murder anyone who dared to touch you. They could watch but never feel what I feel, never have you the way I do and never be able to make you scream like I do,” he continued and he brushed a lock of hair away from your stunned face.

He really meant it. His words were hypnotizing and you found yourself wanting everything he said, you wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. You were standing there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open as you were trying to catch your breath. You quickly shook your head to snap out of it and reminded yourself that you were still in fact in a busy parking lot.

“Another time,” you said playfully and remembered where you were hurrying before Crosshair distracted you. The ship and Hunter’s painting.

You thought that if it was too bad you would sneak out one day and paint it over. Your bet was about him painting it and not it staying there, right?

You started walking toward the ship again and now could make Hunter and the other two out. Hunter climbed up on the ship to paint and looked up with a grin on his face when he saw you.

“What do you say?” he asked and lifted his eyebrows.

You narrowed your eyes. It was luckily not a huge painting, that was a good start. Hunter painted you leaning toward a wall and lifting a blaster. You were wearing your usual black mission outfit but he gave it a few more tears to make it more revealing. It was not as bad as you built it up in your head.

“It is…,” you tilted your head, “acceptable.” You did lose the bet so he had every right to paint it. He wasn’t as evil as you thought he would be and you were grateful for that. You were not sure if it was sheer kindness toward you or the wariness of Crosshair’s reaction if he had done something worse.

Hunter grinned and jumped off the ship just to land effortlessly next to you. Tech started talking to him about how the painting should be taken care of to preserve its quality.

“I still kinda wish he went with this, I think it fits our aesthetic better,” Wrecker lifted Hunter’s datapad and you took a look at it and gasped. It was an almost totally naked drawing of you where your nipples were covered by a ridiculous bra and you were barely wearing anything to cover your bottom.

“For fuck’s sake,” Crosshair ripped the datapad out of Wrecker’s hand with lightning speed. “I warned you not to do this,” he lifted his gaze up at Hunter.

“You were not supposed to see that,” Hunter looked at Wrecker grumpily.

“You won’t see it again,” Crosshair said and deleted the pic. But you saw that he had sent it over to himself before he did that. “And now,” he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward to push Hunter. “I did warn you,” he said as Hunter stood his ground.

“Guys,” you quickly stepped between them. They were a little more than teasing each other but you didn’t feel like stitching them up after a fight so you intervened.

“You deleted the pic so we’re fair now,” you patted Crosshair’s chest. “And you’re a dick,” you grimaced at Hunter who just grinned.

“I was just innocently practising my drawing.”

“Just not with me,” you said and had to push Crosshair a little back as he wanted to start it again after Hunter spoke. “Where did you learn to draw like this anyway?”

“They were monitoring our datapads on Kamino, I had to get creative,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, so disgusting,” Wrecker said and Hunter snorted.

“It’s not like you didn’t ask for special custom pieces.”

You laughed at that and even Crosshair relaxed a little.

“I suggest that you all come inside now, there’s a call we need to take,” you heard Tech’s voice coming from the ship and his tone told you that it was something serious.

You all got on the ship and walked in the cockpit to see a hologram waiting for you.

“Captain Tarkin!” Hunter nodded at the stern looking man. All playfulness was gone from his face and he was ready to hear what the captain had to say.

You stepped closer to Crosshair and he held your hand a little tighter. You have only heard about this man so far and even through the holovid he had a strong aura of authority around him. He looked like he would only let you fail one time.

“Clone force 99,” Tarkin started talking. “I have a rather delicate mission for you and I require you to start working on it immediately.”

You shivered at the coldness of his voice but Hunter only gave a small nod.

“Tomorrow evening there will be a reception on the planet Corellia. A politician called Clarence Hart will be attending it and you are going to report everything he’s doing and everyone he’s talking to. We suspect that he’s secretly allying with the separatists and will be attending a meeting regarding that on the night of the reception. If he does or he gives any sign that he even considered betraying the Republic, bring him in,” his tone was so cold that for Hart’s sake you hoped he was not the traitor Tarkin thought he was.

“Understood, Captain,” Hunter nodded with a serious face.

Tarkin eyed him for a second then without even glancing at anyone else he cut off the call.

“Isn’t he a sweetheart?” you asked dryly and Wrecker burst out laughing.

“He do be having that stick up his ass,” he said and threw himself in one of the seats.

“He’s an efficient captain,” Hunter noted but his voice suggested that he wasn’t exactly fond of the man.

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” Crosshair said and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re one to talk,” Wrecker sent him a grin and Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“I already found the details of the reception,” Tech looked up from his datapad and joined in the conversation.

“Fancy,” you looked over his shoulder and saw the grandiose building it was set to be in.

“Tell me more about what we know,” Hunter sat down next to him.

“There will be a few hundred guests, all high ranking politicians or other public figures. The security level is going to be...,” Tech tapped his datapad a few times and tilted his head. “Rather high. Two guards stationed at every entrance, several patrolling on the roof.”

“What are they expecting, the chancellor?” Wrecker snorted.

“I’ll have to study the layout of the building and gather knowledge of Clarence Hart before we can form a plan,” Tech said.

“Alright, tell me when that big plan of yours is ready,” Wrecker got up and looked for Gonky.

While they were talking Crosshair’s hands had started to wander on you and it got more and more diffcult to pretend that you weren’t losing your fucking mind under his touch.

Hunter sent you a knowing look and stood up. “I’ll go get our stuff from the hotel,” he said and you let out a sigh that he didn’t embarrass you this time.

“I don’t wanna hear what these two are about to do,” he added and you took back your previous thought.

“Respectfully, go fuck yourself!!” you shouted after him as he got off the ship.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be the one fucked,” he winked and left you speechless. You were still trying to find the best comeback when he was long gone and Crosshair nudged you.

“Don’t take him seriously, sunshine.”

You pursed your lips but let him lead you out of the cockpit, leaving the blushing Tech alone. He also heard Hunter’s comment.

You followed Crosshair back into his spotless room. Everything was neatly folded and in its place.

“I see why Tech likes you, I think your room is the cleanest,” you said with a smile on your face.

A slightly sinister look appeared on Crosshair’s face as he looked at his admirable rifle collection in the corner. You followed his gaze and walked over to the corner to examine the rifles. You picked one particularly long one up and inspected it.

“I clean those frequently too,” Crosshair said in a low voice and took a step forward. Your throat tightened and you gulped. He couldn’t mean what you were thinking. You suddenly felt very hot and you didn’t dare lifting your face so you kept looking at the rifle and its barrel. It was the perfect size.

“I can see that,” you said in a weak voice as he took another step toward you. He was coming closer to you like a hunter approaching his prey but you didn’t feel like a prey. You wanted to get caught.

You collected yourself and looked up into his face. He was inspecting you, your every little gesture and he was waiting. Your palms started to sweat as the rifle felt hotter in your hands.

“You don’t mean...?” You stroked the barrel in your hand and his pupils visibly dilated and his lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath.

He took it out of your hand and pushed you up against the wall. You were pressed against him, his body surrounding you and you looked up at him and licked your mouth. He lifted the rifle and gently stroked your face, neck and cleavage with the tip of it.

You shivered where the cold metal touched your skin and you threw your head back. It was exhilarating, dangerous and it was wrong. The rifle belonged to the battlefield to fight droids but universe, was the thought of it against your naked body pleasurable.

“I do mean,” Crosshair whispered into your ear and you got goosebumps all over your body. He drove the rifle down your body and pressed it against your thighs. You gasped and reached for his shoulder to lean on.

“Oh,” you said as he slowly slid the barrel between your thighs. You could feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin behind your ear. His body brushed against yours harder and you could feel that the mere thought of pleasuring you with his custom rifle got him hard.

You rubbed yourself against his hard length, feeling the friction your clothes provided and he nearly choked and dug his fingers deeper in your flesh.

“What do you say?” He asked you in a raspy voice and you closed your eyes.

“I want to try it out,” you said and you could feel his body tense like he didn’t anticipate you saying yes.

“You sure?” he asked but he pressed the barrel harder between your thighs making you moan.

“I am,” you breathed and he lifted the rifle up and stroked your face with the end of it.

“What a good girl,” he said. “You want me to fuck you with my rifle?” His grip on the weapon tightened.

You knew that you were already wet and you couldn’t take your eyes off the rifle. How would it feel? Cold?

You nodded and he smirked maliciously. “No, sunshine, I want to hear you say it,” he said and pressed you harder up against the wall. “Say it,” he ordered you.

You bit your lower lip hard before answering obediently. “I want you to fuck me with your rifle, Crosshair.”

He closed his eyes when you answered and when he opened them you could see the familiar dark glow in them. He was ready to tease you and make you beg for it. Your lower parts clenched in anticipation.

“I’m not planning on being gentle this time,” he said and you thought back at how sweetly he made love to you earlier in the lake. This was completely different and you could see it in his eyes that he really meant it.

“Then don’t be,” you answered and a smirk appeared on your lips. “Fuck me with your rifle however rough you want to,” you glanced at him seductively and tried making him speed things up. Your pussy was already throbbing and you just wanted to feel something between your legs.

“Oh, I will,” he purred and stroked your lips with the barrel. “Suck,” he told you and your eyes widened for a moment but you opened your mouth obediently and your lips closed around the cold metal. You circled around it with your tongue before taking it deeper in your mouth. You tried getting used to its straight line, metal taste and its hardness.

Crosshair watched you without blinking and he was breathing heavily, his erection still pressed against your thigh.

You were achingly aware that both of you were still fully clothed and you longed to feel his naked body against yours.

You released the metal with an audible pop and looked at him beggingly. “Please, just do it,” you begged and reached down to stroke his erection through the fabric of his trousers. He inhaled sharply but otherwise didn’t show impatience.

“You can take your clothes off when I say that you can,” he told you and you pursed your lips. He smirked at your expression. “I can tease you longer if you don’t do as I say,” he said and you knew that he would love to edge you for hours and you just didn’t have the self-control for that.

“Yes, commander,” you answered and looked up at him from under your lashes. “I was just thinking how easily it would slip into my soaking wet cunt,” you said and watched him suffer. He wanted to tease you but he wanted to fuck you more.

He put the rifle down, deliberately in a way that it would still touch you. He drew a small vibroblade from somewhere and brushed his lips against yours. “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these clothes,” he whispered against your lips and cut through every piece of clothing you were wearing with one clean cut.

You gasped as he pushed the ripped fabric pieces off you and he lifted the blade to stroke your hard nipples. You moaned and an evil grin appeared on his soft lips as he watched the hilt circle around your nipple.

“Another time,” he whispered and put the blade away and reached for the rifle again.

“Come,” he supported your back and helped you walk to the bed. You could barely feel your legs and he kissed you once more before pushing you down the bed. You sat on the edge of it, your legs still on the ground. He was standing and looking down at you and you looked up at him with an innocent smile and opened your legs to show him your throbbing pussy.

He inhaled deeply and quickly disconnected the barrel from the rifle. He kneeled in front of you and leaned closer to your cunt but he didn’t yet bury his face in it. He inhaled the scent deeply and closed his eyes. You moved your hips a little, desperately wanting to feel him but he just smirked at you, enjoying your struggle.

“Open them a little more for me,” he asked you and spread your knees further away from each other. He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you back so you were leaning on your elbows while waiting to see what he wanted you to do.

Then he smirked at you and placed the barrel between your knees. You raised an eyebrow and tried holding the barrel between your legs. It was a little hard with its length and of course you being naked and turned on.

Crosshair lowered himself so he could crawl with his head between your legs without you dropping the barrel.

You felt completely exposed and holding the metal between your legs required focus you didn’t exactly have at the moment. You could feel his breath on your cunt and let out a moan.

“Don’t drop it, sunshine,” he whispered and blew some air at your pussy and you winced at the sudden sensation. You were practically soaking wet and he has still not touched you.

He finally had mercy on you and buried his tongue in you deeply, savouring you and making you moan loudly with every lick.

He was eating you out with more ferocity than usual. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan when he started sucking on your clit. He even slid one then two fingers into your soaking wet cunt and started fingering you.

You couldn’t concentrate anymore as your orgasm was building and accidentally let your attention slip for a second and the barrel fell down. He immediately stopped, just when you were on the edge of coming and you moaned loudly.

“Noo, please, Crosshair, please,” you begged him and he just shook his head.

“Told you not to drop it,” he said and licked his wet lips. You lifted your hips again and did everything you could to make him fuck you, with his rifle or just his hard cock, it didn’t matter anymore, you just wanted to get railed.

“Please, I’ll do everything, just fuck me,” you begged him and he smiled, enjoying every word.

“I know you will, sunshine,” he smirked and reached for the barrel. He put it back together with the rifle and stroked it. He gently placed the weapon in your lap, careful not to touch you with his bare skin and you could only feel the cold metal against your burning skin.

Then he proceeded to strip down every single piece of clothing he had on so slowly that you wanted to scream.

“Don’t move,” he told you when you moved your hips a little.

He was standing naked in the middle of the room while you were sitting on his bed, leaning back with his fucking rifle in your lap.

He stared at you and drove his fingers down on his muscular body to touch himself. “So beautiful,” he didn’t take his eyes off you but he started to stroke his hard cock and you gulped audibly.

“Now,” he took a step closer to you and lifted the rifle, “I will fuck you with this,” he looked down at the weapon in his hands. “If you don’t like it or want me to stop just tell me,” he said with a serious face and you nodded.

“Say it.”

“I will tell you if I want you to stop,” you repeated and it seemed to relax him.

“Alright,” the smirk returned to his face. “Where were we? Yes,” he brushed the tip of the rifle against your lips. “Suck on it.”

And you did, you sucked the metal just as if it was his cock and glanced up at him to see his reaction. He was holding the rifle steadily in one hand and stroking himself with the other.

He took it out of your mouth and told you to lean back. You did and all you could see was the ceiling of his room. You grasped his sheets as you felt the tip of the rifle touch your cunt. It was nice and wet after you warmed it up.

You lifted yourself a little to see him and he looked into your eyes as he slid the weapon in your pussy. You moaned at the sensation and he let you get used to the feeling before starting to move it in and out. You shut your eyes and enjoyed the strange fullness it provided.

“Talk to me,” he asked you in a husky voice.

“I uhh,” you moaned, not being able to form coherent words. He seemed to be satisfied with you moaning his name so you stuck with that one, it was the only thing you could remember as he was fucking you with his rifle.

He increased the pace and it was almost painful but the good kind. He started to circle your clitoris with his other hand and soon he leaned closer to suck hard on it while he thrusted the metal in you.

As his hot lips touched you and sucked on your clit you let out a whimper that was a little louder than you wanted it to be but it felt so fucking good. This time he let you have the orgasm that had built up in you so hard that it almost shattered you. You were a babbling mess by the time it ended and you saw your favourite mischievous Crosshair smile on his wet lips when you opened your eyes.

He didn’t stop fucking you with the rifle but his hand went back to pumping his cock and you could tell that he was close, he was panting heavily and couldn’t focus anymore. He let the barrel go while it was still buried deep inside you and positioned himself above your stomach.

You told him how good he looked and how much you loved getting fucked by his rifle as he pumped his cock and then came all over your stomach in hot pulses. You were practically dripping with his cum, he has never come this hard and this much before.

After he came he fell down on the bed next to you and was trying to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” he turned over to you immediately and drove his hand down your body and gently pulled the barrel out of you. You moaned when he did it and nodded.

You didn’t dare to move because you have already made a mess, both your bodies were covered in sweat and you additionally covered in his cum. Your heart was still racing and you were yet to regain your ability to speak.

“You took it so well, sunshine,” Crosshair stroked your face and you enjoyed his tender touch. “You look fucking good covered in my cum.”

You let out a faint whimper and he chuckled softly. “So fucking good,” he was eating you up with his eyes and he just couldn’t get enough of you. His rifle was laying next to you and you saw his eyes flicker to it then back to you.

You were still exhausted and dazed but you smiled up at him and stroked his face. He drew in a breath when you touched his cheek and you drove your fingers down his body.

He bent down to kiss you and you could feel that he was getting hard again. You smiled into the kiss.

“Is that okay...?” He asked you while stroking your breasts with one hand and holding onto the part of the rifle he fucked you with with the other hand.

You were still laying on your back and opened your legs to welcome him again and he climbed over you and entered you. He didn’t care that your stomach was already covered in his cum, he pulled you closer and buried his cock deep inside your swollen pussy. You were still so incredibly wet that he just slid in and the position let him reach that sweet sweet spot. You interlaced your hands around his neck as he thrusted into you, going deeper with each thrust.

Your thoughts were an incoherent mess and you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. He kept his pace up and buried his face in your shoulder.

“So fucking good for me,” he emphasized each word with a thrust. He hugged you tight to him and buried his cock deep inside you. He stayed there and started leaving wet kisses on your neck. He pinned your hands together above your head with one hand and leaned on the other as he was thrusting into you at a steady pace. You soon started to feel another orgasm build in you and he saw it, he saw the familiar signs and smirked as he kept up his pace.

“Perfect girl,” he whispered and smiled against the skin on your neck and you came. You felt tears flowing from your face but he kissed them away as you shattered into a thousand pieces around him. He couldn’t take it long this time either and soon followed you, coming inside you and filling you up with his warm cum.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered after he rolled down off you and reached to his nightstand to pop a new tootpick into his mouth. If you had the energy you would have laughed but you only managed to let out a breath.

“I fucking love how spent you are,” he said while breathing hard himself too. “Taking my cock so well,” he purred into your ears and you just closed your eyes and listened to the sweet praises he whispered into your ears in his beautiful voice.

“I have never been fucked like this,” you said after you collected yourself a little. His answer was a smug smile.

He got out of the bed and helped you out too. You were still incredibly messy and he quickly got out a fresh shirt and handed it to you. He put on a pair of shorts and you left the room to walk over to the fresher.

You caught a glimpse of a very red faced Tech disappearing behind his door and you blushed at the thought of how much he could have heard. He did tell you that the rooms were fairly soundproof. Fairly.

In the shower you relied on Crosshair and he couldn’t wipe the smug expression off his face. He was smirking every single time he looked at you, which was pretty much always.

He massaged soap on your body and let the hot water clean the both of you. He quickly and efficiently rinsed himself but spent a long time covering every inch of your body in soap until you were covered in bubbles which he rinsed off gently.

You were so drained that you would have let him do absolutely anything to you but you were glad he chose to take care of you after nearly destroying you. After he dried you with a fluffy towel he handed you another one of his shirts, a simple white one and you put it on. It was a little see-through and you were sure he knew it would be. He only put on boxers before you went back to his room.

He started to take off the sheets without a word and you just stood next to his bed, too embarrassed to talk. He looked up at you and tilted his head. You lowered your eyes and he stopped what he was doing and stepped closer to you. He reached out for your face and gently lifted it to make you look into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you with a seemingly unreadable face but you saw genuine concern in his eyes. You got lost in them and he had to softly nudge you to get your attention back to what he had asked. He furrowed his brows. “Was I too..?” He asked you and now you could hear the worry in his voice.

You smiled and put your hand on his as he was still caressing your face. “No, I’m just feeling embarrassed about the mess,” you lowered your voice and you could visibly see his relief. He exhaled loudly and smiled.

“Don’t be,” he told you lightly and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, “besides I made most of it,” he smirked and you blushed again.

“Would you bring another?” He lifted the sheets and walked toward the door to put it in the laundry you would definitely do before anyone had the idea. You weren’t afraid that anyone would get to it faster than you.

You walked out to the dark common room, there was only light coming in from the corridor and you didn’t bother switching the lamp on. You opened the cabinet you thought the sheets were in but you only found the towels.

“Looking for something?” came the voice from behind you and you nearly had a heart attack. Hunter was sitting in one of the seats where you didn’t see him earlier.

You put your hand on your racing heart. “You scared the living shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” he said and shrugged. “I don’t really need the lamps, you know. You will get used to it, the others did. Although they took their time,” he grinned and you just knew that he pulled many pranks on them.

“Not Crosshair though, I assume,” you thought of how good his eyesight was.

Hunter sighed as if it was the biggest misfortune that has ever happened to him. “Yeah, his eyesight is freakishly good for that.”

“I know right, it’s creepy sometimes how good it is,” you agreed with him. “I didn’t realise you came back,” you added and opened another cabinet but still couldn’t find the sheets.

“I was gone for a long time,” he said and raised a brow.

You blushed and quickly turned your face away from him to hide it. You must have lost track of time.

“Tech reorganized everything,” Hunter told you, “they are in the cupboard above your head.”

“Thanks.” If you wanted to reach it, you would have had to stand on your tiptoes and you became painfully aware that you were only wearing Crosshair’s shirt and nothing else. You looked up at the cupboard helplessly and Hunter decided to take pity on you and got up to give you the damn sheets.

Your face was red when he handed them to you and you couldn’t look him in the eye. He enjoyed making you suffer and sent you a crooked smile.

“That lucky bastard is going to live his best fucking life from now on, isn’t he?” he asked and you blushed even more.

“He is,” Crosshair appeared in the corridor, you must have taken too long. He held his hand out to you and you quickly took it and smiled at him.

“Ugh, this,” Hunter motioned at the two of you, “is going to be dreadful for me, isn’t it? Just keep it down,” he sighed and walked into Tech’s room.

“Tech, about those earplugs..” you heard him say before the door closed.

You and Crosshair started to walk back to his room but you stopped before yours and told him to go ahead because you wanted to grab something and use the fresher.

By the time you entered his room again he had already put on the fresh sheets and was lying on his bed in a boxer. You had to stop for a moment to admire his beauty. The light coming from his nightstand reflected from his perfect skin and toned body and left one side of his face in the shadows. His hair was unruly and you wanted to run your fingers through it.

You climbed into the bed next to him.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked and looked down at your hands where you were holding the tooka doll Wrecker gave you.

“I got it from Wrecker,” you hugged the doll to your chest. “I think it was after our first bigger fight. He came over later to cheer me up.”

Crosshair listened to you carefully but you couldn’t read his face. “He made one for us too,” he said eventually and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Really? You all have one? Where’s yours?”

“It’s in the cupboard,” he pointed at one of them.

“Why don’t you sleep with it?” You asked him but he just shrugged. “Can I see it?” He nodded and you got up and opened the cupboard to find a Lula similar to yours but visibly older and used.

“You did sleep with it!” You smiled and Crosshair rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. The doll was black and red and had his tattoo around its eye. It was so sweet and you could see younger Crosshair hugging it tight to him to sleep.

You brought it back to the bed with you and handed it to him. He accepted and loosely threw his arm over it. You snuggled back next to him and hugged your Lula.

“Do Tech and Hunter have one too?”

“Yes.”

“Do they resemble them too?”

“Yes.”

You grinned. “That’s so cute.” He made a face but didn’t say anything. “How could Wrecker make them? It’s not like they have arts and crafts shops on Kamino, I presume.”

“99 gave him the material,” he answered eventually.

“He was so good to you,” you smiled. What a sweet man.

“He was,” a small smile finally appeared on his lips as he remembered back.

His arms held you close to his body and he threw the blanket over the two of you. Your eyes felt heavy as he kept stroking your back.

“Tell me something,” you whispered to him because you wanted to hear his voice as you fell asleep. He remained silent for a few seconds but then started telling you about 99 and their days as cadets in a low voice and you fell asleep with a faint smile on your face.

You weren’t even surprised to wake up to being squeezed to death by Crosshair. He was all over you, resting his head on your chest and clinging to you like he was afraid you would run away otherwise.

You opened your eyes and despite the numbness in your limbs you didn’t move and enjoyed being up before him. His mouth was slightly open and he was breathing deeply and steadily. You wanted to kiss the tattoo around his eye and run your fingers through his hair but you settled to just watching him.

You had been up for only a few minutes when he woke up and lifted his face from your chest and blinked a few times, trying to take the position in which he found himself in. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes.

You stretched and yawned. “Morning,” you smiled at him.

“Did you wake up before me?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“I did,” you had to restrain a smirk seeing him purse his lips.

“I don’t know how,” he asked mostly himself and shook his head.

“I corrupted you with my sleepiness,” you laughed and he smirked then got up to put on some clothes.

“Why can’t we stay in bed a little longer?” you complained and pulled the blanket back over you.

“Because we have a mission today and need a plan” he said as he pulled up his pants.

“I don’t want to,” you hid under the blanket.

“What do you want to do?”

“You,” you answered from under your blanket.

He climbed back on the bed and under the blanket. He opened your legs and bit your inner thigh, making you moan out loud. You opened your legs even more to give him better access but he stopped.

“We have to prepare for the mission,” he said in a playful voice and climbed out of the bed. “If you’ll be a good girl, you might get rewarded.”

This has awakened your curiosity and you peaked out of the blanket.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked and tilted his head. “Be a good girl and you’ll know.”

You pursed your lips but the offer was too charming and you got out of bed and walked to the door to go back to your room for clothes. You were halfway out when you turned back to him.

“You better fuck be numb later,” you said and watched his eyebrows rise and lips twitch then you turned around to walk out of the door. At least you tried but you basically ran into Tech and after he caught you and put you back on your legs you saw just how red his face got. He must have heard.

You covered your mouth with your fingers but it was too late to take back what had just escaped your mouth.

Tech mumbled an apology and didn’t dare to look you in the eyes before disappearing in his room. You held your head and turned back to Crosshair in disbelief.

“You saw him, right?”

His smirk was telling and you made a face at him before going back to your room.

Later you all gathered in the cockpit to talk the plan through.

“So what do we know about this lovey-dovey dude?” Wrecker asked while lifting Gonky who was trying to walk in the air with his cute little legs.

“Lovey-dovey?” you looked at him, not without concern.

“Heart,” he said, not understanding what you didn’t get.

“It’s Hart not heart, the organ you idiot,” Tech rolled his eyes while Wrecker was frowning.

“It sounds the same,” Wrecker shrugged.

“No, it doesn’t,” Tech protested but luckily Hunter had enough of them and interrupted.

“Enough of…,” he motioned at the two of them with a tired face, “this.”

“He started it, I was just…,” Tech started defending himself but Hunter waved.

“I don’t care,” he said dismissively, the topic already closed for him.

You and Crosshair were just watching them silently with a mug of caf in your hands that Crosshair made. You took a sip and shared a look with him.

“So Tech, tell me what you found out about Hart,” Hunter looked back at Tech who pulled out his datapad and showed a few pictures of the man.

He was middle-aged with graying dark hair and without any sort of significance to his look. He looked like any other middle-aged human man would look like, which made him the perfect candidate to pull off a double life as a spy. His face easily blended into any crowd and looked generic enough that most people would forget about him quickly.

“He was born on Coruscant into a wealthy family, worked his way up through the family connections and is now one of the wealthiest people on the planet. He only recently got into politics but gained a lot of support quickly after donating a lot of money to various charities. He is unmarried and seems to spend all his time working. He has not been photographed a lot lately which is unusual for him as he was a frequent visitor of various social and political events his whole life.”

“He might be hiding something,” Hunter said what everyone was thinking out loud.

“Maybe he just got a new girl,” Wrecker shrugged and the answer was a silent glare from everyone. “What? Alright, or a man, sorry,” he waved and leaned back in his seat.

“That’s not what we meant…” you shook your head and suppressed a laugh. If Hart was suspicious enough to awaken even Tarkin’s curiosity then it had to be more than a new girl. Or man.

“And about the reception?” Hunter turned back to Tech.

“It’s going to be fancy enough that we can’t all blend in,” Tech’s eyes lingered on Hunter’s face tattoo and Wrecker’s huge arms. “They are expecting politicians and their plus ones, not soldiers.”

“Then we are going to split up,” Hunter started to form the plan. “Two of us are going in to keep an eye on Hart and place an eavesdropping device on him so the others can analyze everything he’s saying as soon as the words left his mouth. We also need to monitor the buildings around the reception and everyone else who is attending to rule out them being separatists in disguise. Tech, how hard would it be to create an alias and sneak into the reception?” Hunter looked back at Tech.

“Very hard, indeed,” he answered. “Not for me, though. I can do it.”

Hunter just nodded. “That means if Hart has any business to do he will have to leave the building.”

“I’m starting to get bored here, someone just tell me where to go and what to shoot at,” Wrecker yawned.

“Not everything can be solved with blasting, Wreck,” you sent him a half-smile.

“You clearly haven’t been doing it right then,” Crosshair placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah, I mean she’s right, shooting is not the best option, not when you can stab. Way more elegant,” Hunter pulled out his vibroblade and you shook your head.

“Too close,” Crosshair muttered under his breath and Hunter lifted his gaze up at him.

“It’s not when you aren’t afraid of the risk,” he mocked Crosshair who let your waist go and took a step toward Hunter.

“Say that again,” he took the toothpick in his mouth between his fingers and pointed at Hunter.

“Guys,” you stepped between them and lowered Crosshair’s hand and placed it back on your waist. He quickly forgot about Hunter’s comment and pulled you closer.

“I’m dying here,” Wrecker complained again.

“Pull yourself together,” Tech stood up and raised his voice a little. “This is a delicate mission and we need a plan.”

“Alright,” Hunter nodded and glanced at you. “We send the two lovebirds in there, they are so disgustingly sweet together that no one will bat an eye. Us three will stay outside, Tech will monitor Hart’s conversations while me and Wrecker will keep an eye on everyone who enters the building and also the building next door. If anything suspicious happens or we have gathered undeniable proof of Hart’s betrayal we grab him and get out of there without making a scene, understood?”

“Ahh, I can’t make a scene?” Wrecker pouted. “What am I blasting then?”

“Hopefully no one,” you smiled then looked up at Crosshair. “Looks like we’re going to a party. Finally I have a place to wear my red dress to.”

“Can’t wait to see you in it, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear with a hint of promise in his voice that made your lower parts clench in anticipation.

Hunter raised an eyebrow but for once ignored you. “Alright, everyone knows what they are doing?”

“I have one question,” you raised a hand, “how the hell are we supposed to bring any weapons inside the ball? I suppose we want to stun Hart if there’s proof he’s the traitor our lovely Captain Tarkin thinks him to be.”

Wrecker snorted at your pet name for Tarkin.

“I was thinking…,” Tech started speaking but blushed a little and continued, “that you can smuggle one or two blasters in under your dress.”

“Under my what, Tech?!”

Hunter and Wrecker laughed out loudly. “Don’t be such a prude, I know what you two been doing all this time, we all know you aren’t,” Hunter winked at you and you showed him your middle finger.

“Alright, I’ll take one for the team,” you sighed.

“That’s my girl,” Crosshair kissed your shoulder.

“This is honestly not much of an elaborate plan,” you looked at your sergeant who just shrugged.

“We don’t need one, we’ll just adapt to the situation.” Fair enough.

“Besides, a lot of it depends on Hart,” Tech added. He was right too.

“Crosshair, do you still have that suit we used for that mission on Lothal?” Hunter looked at Crosshair.

He nodded and you raised your eyebrows. The fact that you would see him all dressed up hasn’t reached you yet.

“You’re gonna be so handsome,” you smiled playfully at him and he made a face.

“I’d prefer my armor.”

You winked at him and then left to get ready. You have never been in a ball like this but you assumed that the other women would look spectacular. They probably spent the whole day getting ready. You only had a few hours but you made it count.

You knocked before you walked into Crosshair’s room. He was standing in front of the mirror in a simple but elegant black suit and was tying his tie with his long, delicate fingers. He looked at you from the mirror and froze mid-movement.

He slowly turned around and looked you up and down. Then again. A smile was playing on your lips as you waited for him to move or say something but he didn’t. He was just staring at you, at your red dress that fit your body perfectly and complimented your skin. Your hair was styled and your makeup was subtle. Your dress was vibrant enough.

He let go of his half tied tie and took a step closer to you. He cupped your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You look…,” he started to say in a raspy voice but his voice died off. He couldn’t find the words. You smiled again and lifted your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He didn’t need to say it, it was written all over his face. You pulled his head down and kissed him instead.

You already knew how he felt, that afternoon with him at the lake meant everything for you. You knew how hard it was for him to put his emotions into words and you appreciated it dearly. There you needed to hear them, you had to know that he felt the same way.

This time you didn’t need words, you only needed him, his soft lips on yours. He kissed back strongly, trying to show you how he felt and you were gasping for air by the time he let you go. He quickly finished tying his tie while you collected yourself and then you walked out to the common room.

“Fancy,” Wrecker greeted the two of you. He was wearing his armor and you saw Crosshair’s jealous look at him as he shifted uncomfortably in his suit. “Prettier than a picture,” Wrecker placed a kiss on your hand and you giggled and tried to ignore Crosshair’s death glare. Wrecker let your hand go and turned to him. “And you look like you’re going to a funeral.”

“I like to be prepared,” he murmured and put a toothpick in his mouth.

“Wow,” Hunter walked into the common room with Tech, whose mouth fell open.

“Will this dress do it for your plan, Tech?” You asked him and twirled around. He followed your movement with his eyes and Hunter closed his mouth.

“It will do,” he coughed and looked away.

“If I saw this dress earlier I would have painted you in it on the ship,” Hunter complimented you.

“As long as I’m wearing a dress,” you laughed and turned to Crosshair. “Should we cover up your tattoo?”

“Do you want to strip me of everything I am?” he asked sourly but you only stroked his face and went back to grab your makeup.

“Stay still and close your eye,” you told him as you were applying concealer on his face.

“I don’t like this,” he complained.

“But you’ll look so pretty,” Hunter teased him and Crosshair sent him a death glare with his left eye.

“It’s just to cover up your tattoo,” you told him and leaned closer. You could hear his breath accelerating and Hunter lightly chuckling in the background.

Tech came closer and concentrated on looking just in your eyes while he was talking to you. He tried so hard he barely blinked and you had to restrain your smile and actually focus on what he was saying about your and Crosshair’s aliases for the evening.

“You are going to be Roskir and Brareg Linway, they live across the galaxy and are insanely wealthy and powerful but never attend meetings or receptions personally. It won’t be a problem for you to pretend to be them. Just don’t talk about business.”

“Brareg?” Crosshair asked disgustedly. “It has the word reg in it.”

You sighed to show how irritated you were with his complaining.

“It suits you,” Hunter snickered and Wrecker laughed too.

“It’s just for the night, we’ll survive,” you told him and finished covering up his tattoo. “We’re done.”

He opened his right eye and looked at the mirror you held up in front of him. He scowled. It was weird for you too to see him without his tattoo but his face was still just as handsome as ever.

“You’ll have to leave soon if you don’t want to be late,” Tech told you.

“I don’t know, Roskir strikes me as a person who likes grand entries,” you grinned. You almost forgot about the fact that this was all for a mission and not just a fun night where you got to dress up and go to a ball with Crosshair. You were fairly certain he would never attend one in any other situation.

“Well, Brareg definitely sounds like he carries a pocket watch and arrives an hour early,” Wrecker grinned and you laughed with him.

“I don’t know how the old Brareg pulled a young and beautiful girl like Roskir,” Hunter continued.

“He is incredibly wealthy,” Tech added with a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s enough,” Crosshair got up but you saw the faint smile on his lips and he reached for two small blasters that he handed you.

You lifted your dress and started to attach the weapons to the suspender belts around your thighs. None of them could hide watching you doing so but Crosshair quickly stepped in front of you to block the others’ view.

“If you were gawking any harder your eyeballs would fall out,” he told them in a mocking tone.

“Hey, I was just collecting inspiration for my next drawing,” Hunter grinned. “Would you deny an aspiring artist from that?”

“Without a second thought.”

Hunter pouted and Crosshair looked at him in a way that you thought it was time to go.

“Alright, I’m done,” you stood up and smoothed out your dress. “We can go now, Brareg,” you grinned at Crosshair’s grimace. He didn’t have that smooth catlike walking in this suit that he did in his armor but his confidence was enough to make up for that.

Tech landed the ship close to a taxi service where you and Crosshair rented an expensive ship to make your arrival more convincing. You entered without running into any problems, the guards checking your invitation and identities were too busy staring at you. They wanted to search you for weapons but you flirted with them to get out of it.

“That surely won’t be necessary, boys. I’m not a bad girl who would just lift her skirt to anyone,” you winked at them and they blushed enough to let it slide just this time.

You had to pull on Crosshair’s arm to make him follow you, he was close to punching both of them out for the rest of the evening.

You walked up the marble stairs and you had to control your amazed expression as you walked into the ballroom. It was everything you dreamed about as a little girl, huge crystal chandeliers sparkling like diamonds and the floor was so polished you were worried you’d slip on it. You tried to take everything in but it was just so spacious. There were long tables in the further side of the room with fine tableware waiting for guests to arrive and start eating. The other side of the hall was for dancing and there were already couples twirling on the dancefloor to the music the live orchestra was playing.

There were guests from all over the galaxy and you could see togrutas, twi’leks and even a few muuns talking quietly in the corner. Crosshair lifted your face and pretended to talk to you while he reported back to the guys.

“We are in, Hart is here, I have a visual.”

You snapped out of daydreaming and realised that you let yourself be that little girl who dreamed of attending a ball with her prince. You weren’t that girl anymore and you had a mission here. But your prince was still with you, you smiled at Crosshair as he stayed leaning close to you even after his report.

You bit your lower lip and he placed his arms on your waist. He stole a quick kiss before offering his hand for you and walking into the crowd.

You felt dizzy from the kiss and ached for more. You couldn’t concentrate on the mission, not when Crosshair’s hand never left your side and he was looking at you with those hungry gray eyes.

He leaned closer to you and whispered into your ears. “I don’t care how many people are here, I will fuck you at the first chance I get.”

Your lower parts clenched in anticipation and you rubbed your thighs together, knowing that you were already wet for him.

“I believe we haven’t been introduced yet,” a middle aged man appeared next to you with a glass of champagne in his hands. “I’m Baid Lavi,” he stole your hand to place a kiss on it.

“Brareg Linway,” Crosshair swatted his hand away rudely, “and this is my wife, Roskir,” he emphasized the word wife and you had to restrain a smile.

“Mr. Linway?” poor Baid’s eyes widened and he immediately took a step back. “I’m sorry for bothering you, please enjoy your night,” he bowed and quickly melted into the crowd.

You turned to Crosshair. “I don’t know if it was for Linway’s reputation or your charming demeanor but he was positively frightened.”

“Good,” he said and held your hand a little tighter.

“He might have been a high ranking official, Brareg shouldn’t burn down his good relations.”

“I don’t give a fuck about him, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on my girl,” he said with a serious face. Your heart stuttered hearing his words. He called you his girl. This little endearment meant so much to you.

You have reached the edge of the dance floor and you saw Hart sipping a glass of champagne while staring at the dancing couples. You touched the little eavesdropping device you were supposed to sneak in his suit and let Crosshair’s hand go to walk over to him. Hart looked deeply lost in his thoughts and didn’t even notice you approaching him until you playfully stroked his chest to get his attention (and also placed the device into his pocket.)

“Mr. Hart, what an honour to meet you, I’m a huge supporter of your work,” you started chatting with him.

He shook his head. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” he nodded, looking quite discomposed.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sure you’re very busy, I’m already on my way,” you smiled at him and blended back into the crowd.

You saw Crosshair walking toward you and your eyes were fixed on him and you didn’t notice the man approaching you. He was wearing a deep green velvet suit and had too much gel in his hair.

He put his left hand out as an offering. “Would you honor me with a dance?”

“Piss off,” Crosshair spat the words to him as he walked up next to you and placed his hand on your lower back. The man made a startled face and jerked his hand back before disappearing.

“You could be a little more polite,” you scolded Crosshair but he held your hand tightly and led you away from the dance floor, toward the other side of the hall. “It wouldn’t kill you to do so,” you continued, “or just leave the talking to me all together,” you had a little trouble keeping up with him because of the weapons attached to your legs and you were too busy telling him to back off a little to see where he was taking you.

Then you realised that you couldn’t hear the music and loud chattering anymore and Crosshair opened a simple door and pushed you inside. He shut the door and pressed you up against the door.

“You are fucking mine,” he growled and you were startled by the ferocity in his voice.Your breathing accelerated and you couldn’t stop looking at his lips as he was talking.

“They are all staring at you,” he continued, completely out of his mind. “They want to touch you, feel the smoothness of your skin,” he stroked your face and you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

“They want to fuck you,” the fingers that stroked your face so gently a moment ago now grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “You belong to me and no one else,” he said and kissed you roughly. You moaned into the kiss and he lifted your body and threw you on a table.

He quickly wrenched your dress up until it left your lower half exposed. His fingers quickly undid the knots you used to attach the blasters to your legs and he freed you from them and drove his fingers up and down your bare skin.

You moaned and leaned back and he quickly undid his pants and took his already hard cock out. “I told you that you are mine,” he hissed and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer. You let out a whimper and grabbed the edge of the desk.

“No one else can look at you like that,” he teased his cock at your entrance. “No one else can touch you like that,” he dipped the tip in your soaking wet pussy. “No one else can fuck you like me,” he growled and entered you at once and started fucking you at an incredible pace. He growled when he felt just how wet you were for him.

You moaned his name and let him destroy you. You were aching for him from the moment you saw him in the suit and now he was fucking you just the way you wanted. He bent over and clenched his fingers around your throat just enough to make it pleasurable. You were a blubbering mess under him.

“You like getting fucked like this, princess?” he asked you and you nodded frantically, not being able to say a word, not with him thrusting into you hard and holding your neck with his slender fingers.

He buried himself deep inside you and you gasped at the sensation. He filled you up so painfully perfectly and you loved the little edge of pain to your pleasure.

“We should be out there, keeping an eye on Hart and instead I’m here fucking you. You had to wear this dress,” he shoved himself inside you again, reaching that sweet sweet spot deep inside you, “you had to attract everyone’s attention and you had to be sweet to them,” he clenched his fingers tighter around your neck and you almost saw stars from pleasure.

“But you are mine,” he snarled and you came around him, your orgasm exploding into a thousand white fireworks as you came and he fucked you through it. “Who can make you come like this?” he asked you and let your neck go to lift your hand. “Tell me, sunshine, who?”

You tried to focus on his face but your vision was still blurry from your orgasm. “You, only you,” you moaned and he choked and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s right,” he gasped and buried his cock inside you and came, filling you up with his cum until you were leaking from it.

He pulled out and put his cock back to his trouser, careful not to make a mess. You placed your panties back to their place but your swollen pussy swallowed the little piece of fabric too easily.

“Now you surely won’t think of anyone else during the night,” Crosshair smirked down at you as you were trying to catch your breath. You wanted to tell him that you would never even think of another man, not when you have been fucked by him like this. He has ruined every single man in the galaxy for you, you knew you would never ever find anyone like him.

He picked up the blasters and attached them back to your legs and then helped you stand up. You leaned on him as you felt your pussy leak a little of his cum and you ran your finger through your hair to make it look a little less like you had just been fucked. It didn’t help much.

He was so calm and collected. Not even his hair got unruly. And then there were you with your wrinkled dress, smeared makeup and tangled hair. Not to talk about the mess that the inside of your head was.

You sneaked away to a restroom as soon as you could and cleaned yourself up with your limited resources. At least your face was still flushed, giving you a healthy glow and your eyes were shining.

Crosshair was waiting for you in front of the door and immediately placed a hand around your waist to lead you back to the reception. Hart was dancing with a senator so you decided to grab a bite while keeping an eye on him.

The smell of dinner made your stomach growl. There were all kinds of meat and fish, dipped in sauces you’ve never tasted before and delicious garnish. Even Crosshair seemed to like it but it was hard to tell with him.

“Your hair looks a little disheveled compared to how it was before you left,” you heard Hunter’s smoky, slightly mocking voice in your ear and you nearly dropped your cutlery. His voice was coming from the little device placed in your ear but it sure scared the hell out of you. Not Crosshair, of course.

“Anyway,” Hunter continued, “we saw some movement in the building next door, we think Hart might take off soon. We can’t get any closer, not with all these guards and staying unnoticed.”

“We got this,” Crosshair said and looked deep into your eyes.

You both got up and approached the dance floor. You were surprised to see Crosshair put his hand out and ask you to dance. You smiled at him and accepted. Maybe it was only because he wanted to stay closer to Hart but the way he was leading you and dancing made your head spin.

Not long ago he was fucking you roughly and now he twirled you around and held you as if you were a delicate flower. You saw from your peripheral vision that Hart stopped dancing and was sneaking away.

Crosshair led you closer to the edge of the dance floor and you managed to see Hart slip out through one of the doors. Crosshair looked around and deemed the situation safe and you followed Hart. When Crosshair reported back to the guys you felt the thrill of the mission flood you.

Hart didn’t use the main entrance to leave, he approached the corridors. You and Crosshair could follow him unobtrusively as there were still guests all around. When you reached the dark corridors all you could hear was the echoes of your footsteps and your own heavy breathing. Crosshair was walking as silently in front of you as a cat and he stopped before a door and motioned you.

Before he could enter you heard guards approaching. “Hey!” they shouted after you and you both froze. “Stop! This is a restricted area,” the taller guard told you. He couldn’t be much older than you but his face was serious.

You quickly collected yourself and stepped from one feet to the other while hiding your mouth with your fingers in pretended embarrassment.

“We’re so sorry sir,” you looked at him with a smile and stroked Crosshair’s chest. “We were just trying to find some privacy,” you winked at the guard who came to a halt before you. “You certainly understand, I’m sure the girls are all over you,” you flirted and he straightened his back and coughed.

“Well, ma’am,” his gaze ran down your figure and lingered on your cleavage a little longer than appropriate. “I don’t think we have seen anything, right man?” He turned to the other guard on whose face a sly smirk appeared.

“No, I don’t think we did,” he said and winked at Crosshair before they turned around and walked back to the main hall.

You quickly entered the room but before you could have gone after Hart, Crosshair pushed you up against the wall.

“The fuck you were thinking?” He leaned closer to you. “Flirting with these pathetic boys?”

His body was too strong and you couldn’t even break free if you wanted to. His face was not pleased.

“I just got us out of a rough situation, Cross,” you told him and gasped as he pushed his hips against yours.

“I would choose to kill them before having to watch you flirt with them,” he said and your breathing became heavy. Why did this turn you on so much? This was possessive but fuck, it felt so good that he wanted all of you to himself.

You squeezed his shoulder. “We can talk about this later but for now, Hart is slipping away to do universe knows what business,” you told him and his mind focused back on the mission. He let you go and turned to the open window where Hart sneaked out.

“Do you have eyes on Hart?” he asked through his comm.

“Positive, he entered the room below you and in the opposite building,” came Hunter’s voice.

“We are now a hundred percent positive that he’s secretly allying with the separatists and has been leaking useful information to them,” Tech said and you pursed your lips. Traitor.

“Then let’s get his traitor ass,” Crosshair held his hand out and you quickly got the two blasters out from under your dress and handed him one. Then you turned on the stun setting, he might have been a traitor but he still deserved a trial. And punishment. A lot of it. How many troopers paid with their lives for Hart's betrayal? Your fingers closed a little tighter around your weapon at that thought.

Crosshair motioned you to stay behind while he walked to the window and assessed the range and position Hart was in.

“He’s in the room with two others, Hart is the closest to the window,” Hunter reported.

“I have a visual,” came Crosshair's calm answer.

“Everything’s clear,” Wrecker said and Crosshair lifted his blaster.

“Wait!” Tech’s voice cut through the comm channel and you jerked your head up and lifted your blaster. “There’s a…,” Tech started saying but it was too late.

Just before the second Crosshair could have pulled the trigger a red blast cut through the air and hit his right shoulder. He grunted in pain and fell to his side. Your heart sank and you wanted to scream but no sound came out of your mouth.

“There’s an unidentified ship approaching to get Hart out of there,” Tech finished.

“On it,” came Wrecker’s answer and you could hear his breath accelerating as he started running.

“Yeah, thanks for the heads up,” Crosshair moaned and kneeled up. Quicker than you could have acted he threw the blaster from his injured right hand to the left, lifted it and shot, then collapsed on the floor.

You ran to him and saw that he was in a lot of pain and was losing a lot of blood. He grasped his right shoulder and blood was slowly soaking his fingers.

“Hart’s out, the others fled but we are not after them, nice job Cross,” Hunter praised Crosshair, unaware of the fact that his brother had just got shot in the shoulder.

“Hunter, Crosshair got shot,” you reported back and crouched down to start treating his wound. “You need to hurry, there isn’t much I can do without my equipment,” you tried to stay calm and collected but felt the unfamiliar signs of panic rise in your chest. You never panicked in dangerous situations.

There was no answer for a couple seconds but then Hunter’s grim voice answered. “How bad?”

“Tell Wrecker my rifle will be buried with me and he can’t get it,” Crosshair grunted.

“Hear it for yourself,” you rolled your eyes but knew that his injury was more serious than he let it show. “Hurry,” you told Hunter and you knew he heard the concern in your voice. You turned your attention back to Crosshair again.

He was still laying on his left side and clutching his right shoulder where the blaster bolt hit him. He was pale and his blood soaked his suit and started to gather on the floor next to him.

Usually when you were working as a medic you found a mental state where you were present but distant at the same time. You saw the injury and you just knew what you had to do. Stitch that up, disinfect this, put bacta cream on this wound and so on… You didn’t see the trooper, you saw the human body, the way it opened up and bled and you knew how to put it back together. It was only flesh and bone and blood. Simple biology.

But this time it was different. You saw the blood and all you could think about was that it belonged to the man you loved. The man who you would have moved mountains for, the man you would have followed anywhere. He was in pain and you froze.

Crosshair grunted in pain again and you snapped back and took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the smell of his blood.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic,” you muttered to yourself as you ripped off some fabric from his suit and made a quick bandage out of it to stop the bleeding as much as you could.

“I’m not panicking,” his mouth curled up a little but he still kept his eyes shut.

“I was talking to myself,” you answered and almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of your situation. You were surely going mad.

“It’s just a blaster bolt, I had it worse,” he answered and controlled his breathing. He was taking it so well but soon he was panting, his eyes closed and his blood got all over your dress. You grew more and more anxious and were looking constantly at the door and window to see when the others would arrive.

“I told you red suited you,” Crosshair said in a weak voice and you let out a hysterical laugh then quickly stopped yourself.

“Where are you?” you muttered to yourself and glanced at the door then heard shooting through the comm, the unmistakable sound of a stun blast.

“This one won’t get up for a while,” you heard Wrecker’s voice before he reported that the pilot of the ship was out. You heard a loud thud, Wrecker must have kicked the guy who shot his brother, in the gut. Good, you smiled tightly.

“Tech, get Hart, Wrecker go get Cross and Medy, I’ll get the ship and pick you all up,” Hunter gave orders to everyone and you heard him run through a corridor and jump through a window.

You wondered how no one else noticed what was going on there but just realised how quickly and silently the whole process went down. You’d be out before anyone could bat an eye.

“What should we do with this one?” Wrecker asked Hunter about the knocked out pilot.

“Leave him for the guards,” Hunter said darkly.

Wrecker did as he said and soon burst into the room where you were kneeling next to the injured Crosshair. He had a worried expression on his face and he immediately ran to Crosshair to assess his condition.

“How could this happen?” he asked and helped his brother up. Crosshair grunted from pain and leaned on Wrecker who picked him up instead. He was already too weak to protest and rested his chin on Wrecker’s shoulder. “Should have kicked harder,” Wrecker shook his head, making a shadow of a smirk appear on Crosshair's pale lips.

Tech arrived soon with Hart carelessly thrown over his shoulder. He even bumped his head to the doorframe when he entered the room and ran to take a look at Crosshair.

“How serious is the injury, how much blood has he lost, how…,” he started showering you with questions but you placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“It missed the brachial plexus, he’s gonna be okay soon but is losing a lot of blood now,” you summarized his condition.

“Missed his what?” Wrecker asked nervously, fidgeting with his hand and shooting nervous glances at Crosshair who was still resting his chin on his shoulder.

“The large nerve bundle that controls arm function,” you explained quickly.

“Hunter?” Tech asked through the comm.

“Here,” came the answer and you finally heard the stolen ship approach and Hunter threw down a cable, as the ship was too big to fit between the two buildings.

You watched Wrecker climb the cable with one hand and you followed them, not forgetting to take Crosshair’s blaster with you.

Tech climbed up after you, easily doing it, even with the additional weight of the traitor Hart on his shoulders. Hunter piloted the ship back to the Havoc Marauder and you quickly got on it. You had Wrecker lay Crosshair in your bed, closest to your equipment.

You finally felt like yourself again, the equipment was familiar in your hands and you knew just what to do. You acted mechanically, silencing the part of your brain that wanted to scream and cry. You couldn’t let that part of yourself out because the only person able to calm you from that state was lying in front of you, badly injured.

Tech was piloting but both Wrecker and Hunter were standing in the door, silently watching you stitch up Crosshair and inject him with painkillers. You placed a bacta bandage on his wound and leaned back in your chair.

He was out, he lost too much blood and you gave him a pill that would guarantee sound and sleepless sleep. He needed it. All three of you watched him lay in your bed, still but breathing. You all knew that you were close to losing him today and none of you left for a long time. Later Tech switched with Hunter and sat down on the floor next to Crosshair.

You only left his side for a minute when you went into his room to grab his lula. You knew it was silly but you wanted him to have it next to him. Wrecker smiled at you when he saw it and you held your hand out for him and he gently squeezed your fingers to comfort you.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Crosshair. You knew it wasn’t a fatal wound, you all knew it. But it could have been and your heart was aching. You were still worried about Crosshair but could relax a little now that he was stable and resting. He would be okay.

You climbed in the bed next to him and just stared at his face, tattoo and silver locks. Wrecker, who was sitting on the floor next to your bed slowly fell asleep just like Tech who was snuggled up in your armchair. They were exhausted but couldn’t leave their brother’s side when he was in pain. You smiled at them and looked back at Crosshair who opened his eyes for a second but they didn’t seem to focus.

You immediately sat up and cupped his face. “It’s okay, Cross, you’re gonna be okay, I’m here,” you reassured him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was taking shallow breaths and you just wanted to take all his pain away. “Do you want me to get you anything?” you asked him.

“Just stay,” he whispered and fell back to his very needed sleep.

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Dust in the Wind Part 10 (tbb)

Master <Part 9 Part 11>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: General audience

Words: 1.1k

a/n: Holy shitsnacks, it's another update I certainly did not proof read well enough to yeet it to tumblr but here we are. Initially, this was conceived/choregraphed to Sabotage by Beastie Boys, if you wish to know my mental state when thinking about this. I'm also only a little bit sorry about the MGS references towards the bottom.

It was much more than you had anticipated, actually knocking you forward. Your grip on the handlebars was tight and in midair, you force-kicked the fire away from you, creating a little pocket of relief. After skidding on the ground, you pushed the bike back up and headed forward. You had to weave to avoid flying debris.

Crosshair’s voice sounded more staticky than normal, probably the comm taking some of the fall. “Was that sufficient enough, Sarg? Or should Maxis blow up the mess hall next?”

“We’re back in business, Crosshair, move fully to cover Maxis. What is they’re status?”

“Maybe a little fried, but could make for a pretty decent podracer, if we ever decide to go that route.”

Guards from all around started to home in on you. You had no choice but to start zipping through the refinery itself to lose them. The terrain worked to your advantage, with spires and canyons that dipped. Some guards would fall off if they got close, Crosshair taking them out when he had the shot, but his position wasn’t exactly meant for protecting you from your own shenanigans.

You turned passed a building to avoid some blaster fire but didn’t take into consideration that it would be a dead end. It butted up to a cliff, creating a small alleyway between the two buildings. Instead of doing something smart or, better yet, safe, you slightly increased your speed and braked at the last second, fishtailing the end of the bike. If you had a moment, you’d sit in the gloriously sick drift you just did, the side of the bike practically touching the ground as you completed the U-turn. Three unlucky laser brains crashed into the cliff wall, some others had not made the same mistake and followed you out.

One of the guards caught up with you, swinging an electrified staff in your direction. You did your best to avoid it, ducking and swerving out of the way. You hit the brakes; the guard hadn’t realized the path you were on led over the edge of another cliff. Sliding and just barely avoiding the same fate, you pushed forward, following the edge.

This is when you have the worst idea you’ve ever had come into your head. However, if you survived, it would be kriffing awesome. If…. If you survived.

You pulled the bike perpendicular to the cliff, weaving through some buildings, until you felt you had enough distance away. You turned the bike back to the same direction for a little bit, then did one last 90 degree turn toward the cliff. You paused here and looked back at the guards still attempting to catch up with you.

“You’re going to do something stupid, aren’t you?” Crosshair’s voice was the closest to concerned as you had ever heard it.

Taking a deep breath, you gave a thumbs up, and punched it forward.

You were sure there was more conversation happening via comms, but the wind roared in your ears. Or maybe that was your heartbeat. Maybe it was actually Hunter yelling so loudly through the comms he became telepathic. More than likely, it was your own conscious, screaming at you for putting yourself into this situation.

The bike had enough speed and with the way you lined it up, you had a nice ramp up. As you hit the ramp, you gained altitude as well as distance across the opening.

See, you did study the map before all this started. Tech had pulled up current and past builds of this refinery. Due to landslides, a part of the refinery had been moved to the side of the cliff that was you were currently leaving behind.

However, on the other side of this cliff, was an open service tunnel. It led all the way up to the top of the rock formation. It had no other use since it was smack in the middle of the cliff wall. But now, now it would be your way out.

Unfortunately, the bike would not fit (and would be even more dangerous to try and land with it), so when it got within distance, you did your best to balance yourself and jump off. It gave you enough boost to make it into the service tunnel, rolling on the rough landing. Below, the bike crashed into the wall, exploding.

“Maxis come in!”

It took you a few seconds, but you finally responded. “Yeah, I’m here.” You slumped backwards, letting the cool metal of the tunnel slow your heartbeat.

“What’s your status?”

“Uhm... I’m in an old service tunnel, so I’m safe for now. I’ll be heading back to the Marauder in a bit. A few bruises and scratches, but otherwise fine.”

Crosshair’s voice cut in. “You’re fine now until Sarg knows what you just did. Might be better to stay there.”

You laid your arm back down, focusing on your breathing. Would he really care that I put my life in danger? The thought of being yelled at by Hunter didn’t sit well in your stomach but a small smile spread across your face. It had been a long time since anyone had really cared about your wellbeing, enough to be enraged. No, you didn’t want to be yelled at and it made you feel guilty if he or even the rest of the Batch worried about you, but… having people worry about you, care about you. Maybe you could really have this again. A family.

You slowly rolled up, taking note of the places that hurt (everywhere), and made your way to the end of the tunnel. It was a bit of a trek, but it would be an even longer journey up. You put your hands on the ladder and looked up.

What a thrill…

At the top, dusk had started to fall. Your muscles were displeased with your actions, as pain spread through them like hot liquid. Taking a look at your surroundings, you were much further from the Marauder than you wanted to be, especially if this trip was to be taken on foot.

With a sigh, you made your way sliding down the rock formation, using some flat surfaces as footholds to not go too fast. Although it was dark, everything still had a red hue to it. This time around, it didn’t seem so bad. It was kind of beautiful under the night sky.

You had traveled a few klicks on foot before the Marauder came into view in the sky. They must have used the location device on the comm to track you here. The ship landed in front of you and the ramp dropped. Omega ran directly toward you and hugged you. Either the kid had gotten stronger, or you were in more pain than you thought. The others crowded around the doorway.

“Sorry kid, kept ya waiting, huh?”

Part 11

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Notes:

What a thrill: pavlovian response for MGS3 players

Kept ya waiting, huh?: yet another MGS reference. I mean, I knew when I thought of this part I would have both of these references. Hunter reminds me of Snake.

I also went to make sure sick was the correct spelling of the way I was using it and I enjoyed the this dictionary entry

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If you want to be added to the tag list, just ask in the most convenient way for you or by faxing me a picture of a crab

#dust in the wind #hunter x reader #hunter x you #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #tbb x you #tbb x reader #I will regret posting this in the morning #crab fics

[the-broken-truth]

Surprisingly, i really love your oc (Eliza Dimitrescu) Senior! Ahem- okay so, my question is could you do a headcanon for the dimitrescu daughters (including Eliza) reacting to their youngest sibling (the reader) die because of various ways such as illness or being killed and others?

I really want to see the bond of caring for their youngest sibling- and this idea has been stucked in my mind for a while, and That's why I drew Eliza's Death and Daniela visited her grave because she still cares about her little sister even though Eliza is already gone-

Oh i almost forgot, it's okay. It's not a canon. Maybe not yet- (hehe)

welp- thank you for ur time! remember, ur junior is always here to help and support u >:3

-Snowwy

Broken Truth: Anything for a friend, Snowwy. Now, let the words weave together!!

Warning - Very Dark, Involving Death [PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

- Bela Dimitrescu (Unaware) -

Bela was the Eldest of the Dimitrescu Daughters.

She was the most responsible one.

The one who was aware of anything going on with her sisters.

But in this case, she wasn't and it caused the House of Dimitrescu the loss of something precious - something that would not be returned.

And Bela was to blame.

She stood before the grand fireplace and looked upon the golden urn that sat upon the top of it.

Upon the surface of the glass was a golden plaque with the words: [Y/N] Dimitrescu - Gone But Never Forgotten.

Bela could feel the tears building up.

Her youngest sister was gone...and it was all her fault.

The 2 of them were in the library - Alcina had to attend a lord meeting, while Cassandra, Dani, and Eliza were in the village for some manner of business.

Leaving Bela with the youngest of the Dimitrescu Spawn - a little toddler named [Y/N].

She was young - small. Only 5 years old but could still get into trouble just like her sisters could.

She was mortal - too young for the Cadou Parasite; Mother Miranda wouldn't give it to her until she was at least 15 to make sure she would live through it.

Bela wanted to read something and gave the child a book to read, sitting her in a chair beside her with the stack of baby books with bright and colorful pictures, along with a doll that Eliza had made for the infant.

Bela sat in the chair next to her and the two of them began reading their books.

Hours had passed and it was silent - just as it would be if Bela was alone in the library and it was that silence that made her slip into her own little bubble.

That bubble made it impossible for her to noticed the child got out of her chair and began to walk around.

That bubble stopped Bela from looking up from her book to see her youngest sister climbing on a very unstable bookshelf.

But that bubble popped...when the bookshelf came crashing down...right on top of the girl's tiny book.

Bela's eyes widened as she threw her book away and ran over to the down bookshelf and pushed it off her sister but she could tell by the look on her face...

She was too late.

The toddler's neck was snapped clean half and the light in her eyes was fading fast.

Bela gathered the girl in her arms and tried to hold her head to make her breathe easier but it was no use - no air was coming from her lips...and her heart began to slow its pace...until it stopped completely.

She screamed.

The door burst open.

And the entire family came in.

Alcina shoved her eldest away and held her baby in her arms but seeing as there was no longer a heartbeat, she knew her baby was gone.

The mother cried out in agony as the daughters looked at their eldest sister and asked...

"What have you do?"

She couldn't give an answer.

There was a small service.

The Lords and Mother Miranda attended.

The body was burned and the ashes were placed in the urn and secured above the fireplace.

No one said a word to Bela who just stood there...with her little sister's doll clenched to her chest.

Never again did she enter the library.

Never again did she read a book.

Forever would remain aware - for the sake of her other sisters.

And in honor of the one she lost.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu (Reckless) -

Her mother always told her that she needed to make sure she closed the door to the cellar when she comes and goes from her experiments.

She always thought her mother was overreacting.

But it wasn't until she lost something precious.

Cassandra was bored and wanted to have some fun with the creatures in the cellar.

She took her key and went down there but she didn't notice that she didn't lock the door from the other side to keep anything from getting out.

She had her fun and played with her toys until she was bored again and went up the stairs to return to the castle, only noticing that the door was open and bloody footprints were leading out of the cellar.

Her eyes widened and her blood froze.

One of them got out...

Loud screaming made her jump in her robes - something was wrong! Someone was hurt!

She ran out of the room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it behind her before she followed the bloody footprints.

She began noticing that the footprints were more apart - showing that the creature was running.

No - it was hunting.

But what would it be able to hunt? Everyone in Castle Dimitrescu could take care of themselves.

Except...

Oh no...

Mother Miranda, no...

[Y/N]...

She ran after the footprints and rounded the corner when she saw something familiar on the ground - a bright yellow stuffed bunny.

Not just any bunny - that was [Y/N]'s Bunny, she's had it since she was a baby and she never left that bunny anywhere.

As she got closer - she noticed that the bunny wasn't so yellow anymore.

It was stained.

Stained red.

And the red stained recked of iron.

Blood

And it was still fresh.

Cassandra picked up the bunny and followed the bloodstains down the hall until she came to an open room - crying from the inside.

that was her mother crying.

She entered the room...and her heart sank...

In the room were her mother and sisters - her mother on her knees with her back as she held something in her arms.

On side of the room laid the missing creature that escaped from the basement - dead with his throat sliced open - and its mouth...fresh blood was dripping from its open jaws

Bela noticed Cassandra standing there with the bunny in her hand...and she marched over to her middle sister with fury in her eyes.

"What have you done?" Bela hissed.

"W...What?" Cassandra stuttered but that just made Bela even madder.

'"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!"

SMACK!

Cassandra's face hit the ground as her elder sister struck her - she opened her eyes and in her mother's lap...

She could see a small lifeless arm...dangling...

Her worse fears...were confirmed.

Her recklessness...killed her little sister.

- Daniela Dimitrescu (Accident) -

Dani loved danger.

It made her feel like more of a badass and she loved the feeling.

But it made her mother and her sisters uneasy and they constantly warned Dani that she if wasn't careful - there was gonna be an accident.

She didn't believe them.

She didn't listen.

But now...

She wished she did.

Daniela was in the weapons room - testing out a new bow that her Uncle gave her.

She was always told to lock the door to the room to make sure no one came in and was caught in her crosshairs.

But that day, she didn't lock the door - too excited to try her new weapon.

She gathered her arrows in their quiver and began firing them at random targets.

She loved the feeling of the bow in her hand.

She loved the sound of the arrows hitting the hearts of their targets.

She was so entrenched with the feeling that she didn't hear the door open.

When she turned to face the target at her 6, she saw a figure but it was covered in shadows - a new target.

She pointed the arrow at the shadows and released the arrow...

It went soaring...

And hit the heart of the shadow...

And the shadow...screamed in pain.

The rush began fading as the confusion rose and when everything began clear - she was horrified at what she saw.

The arrow did hit it target - the heart.

The heart of her youngest sister.

The girl was groaning in pain as the blood began leaking from the wound.

The girl opened her mouth to speak but it came short.

Dani threw the bow to the ground and rushed to her sister's side - gathering the girl in her arms, careful to miss the arrow in her chest and run out of the room to reach the doctor.

Her mother and sisters stood with her outside the doctor's office, waiting for the doctor to tell them she was able to save her sister.

"What were you thing?!" Eliza screamed at her, "Firing an arrow at an infant?!"

"It...It was an accident. I didn't hear her come in the room." Dani said.

"This is why you were told to lock your door! To make sure nothing like this would happen!" Bela screamed with tears in her eyes.

The doctor came out with her head down and Alcina asked the question.

"How is she?"

The doctor shook her head and said...

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Those were the words that shattered the Dimitrescu Family and all the time, all Dani could think was...

'It was an accident.'

- Eliza Dimitrescu (Killed) -

The day she became the youngest sister was the day that destroyed both her mind and her heart.

It was a normal day - she and her youngest sister was going shopping in the village for a new winter coat for her little one.

Everything was fine until they ran into her.

Eliza's Birth Mother.

She hissed at her.

Demanding money.

"I'm your mother, you have to do what I say!" Was her reason

But Eliza was a Dimitrescu and she owed her nothing and warned her never to approach her again.

But she didn't listen - it must have been a mental problem or maybe she was drunk...but that would cost them both deeply.

The stray woman lunged forward and grabbed the little girl by her wrist, yanking her away from Eliza and pulled her into her body before taking a few steps back.

Eliza was ready to tear out her throat but she saw the woman pull out a blade and hold it to the young girl's throat, making her shiver.

She told her she would give her money, she'd do whatever she asked but begged her to let the child go.

She was 5.

She was innocent.

She had nothing to do with this.

But the woman didn't see it that way...

She wanted to hurt Eliza for not doing what she said.

She wanted Eliza to hurt as much as she did when she lost her husband.

And most importantly...

She wanted to hurt Alcina Dimitrescu for saving Eliza and giving her a perfect life.

And she would do that.

She had to do that.

And she did...

By slicing the throat of the little girl.

Eliza screamed out as the blade went across her little sister's throat and her noble blood stained the ground and snow.

Eliza lunged with her claws and fangs out.

Tearing into the body of tainted flesh like a vengeful tigress.

Once she was done - she crawled over to the little girl's body and roared like a mournful dragon, causing her mother and sisters to come out.

No one blamed Eliza for not being able to save her.

No one thought it was her fault.

Eliza blamed herself.

Every time she went to the grave, she would tell her little sister's soul this...

"If I had killed her time the same day I killed her husband...you would still be with me."

[End]

Broken Truth: Thoughts, Snowwy? @snowflakestree

#resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #daniela dimitrescu #eliza dimitrescu (oc)

[hellothere-generalangsty]

hi hello little mes. may i have a lil 📝 please? 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 love u tons baby

-ari

Baaaabe of course I'll do yours! Trust me there are a lot. Because your fics are just THAT comforting and good. Also the order follows the one of your Masterlist; my absolute favorite is in blue 💙

Tagging u because I don't think you receive the notif when you send anonymously (I know I don't) @loth-wolffe

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Home again

Of course I had to talk about this one; I just love the subtext in it.

[…]a little space for him to just be something more than what he was bred to be; not a soldier, not a brother, not a clone.

Just him.

See, that's the essence of the clones. The struggle of finding their identity through all these designations. Soldier, clone, brother, man. All of them, yet none of them. But then there's another option.

Themselves. No other name but the one they chose. No other person but the one they are.

He's got you, he thinks. And he's home.

Even if it's for a few days, everything's alright.

"It is now."

Again; it's beautiful yet painful. The only peace, comfort, home he knows is you; and you are ephemeral, he's passing-by for a few days, and though for a few days things will be fine- these days will also stop eventually and bring him back to the cold, bloody war he has no other choice but to be a part of.

And you manage to express that through barely a few sentences. I am amazed.

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It's been a long, long time

This one is. It always hit me in the guts because it feels close to home to be honest. And it's both terrifying and reassuring to really be the reader and to know what they both feel; that dreading fear, do you still love me like you used to?

Which led you to this moment, nervousness bubbling in your chest like some sort of venom, thick and foul, spreading through your body fast and corrosive.

You feel sick at the mere thought of having him in front of you.

These two quotes hurt from being so real. It's the anxiety eating you alive as your mind fills with questions and doubts and fears.

And then the moment comes:

Your hand itches to feel him.

Where you need to know. You need a touch, a word, something to let you know where exactly you are now.

Until you do.

Rex wraps your body in his arms, pulling you flush against him, face hiding in your neck as he breathes you in. He almost cries, right then and there, you smell just like he remembered, like something sweet, something like home.

It's comforting, really, to know nothing has changed between you two in a galaxy that always seems to be.

And just like that, you know you're fine.

And it's honestly - for me - your best fic because it's the one I see myself in the most. It's very real to me and it's just... It just gave me hope when I was hopeless; it gave me the strength to face my fears/ doubts and to trust my partner and myself enough to know that even after all that time apart, it would be alright.

We still find each other. We still love each other, and care for each other. And we still find a way to make things work.

It's not about leaving, it's about always coming back to each other. And that's why this fic will always have a very special place in my heart.

I'm grateful you wrote it, because it was here when I needed it the most.

.

Here in the open

Rex is so soft in this one-

The way he drops the mantle of Captain and simply is Rex, a man who never felt sand under his feet, who never felt the warmth of a kiss and the soft touches of hands running on his body-

I promise you this fic is. Absolutely amazing. It's just so delicate and natural; the way everything happens, learning that a beach can be pretty and calm, that you can feel something else than your hard plastoid armour or the cold metal of droids; that there's more than fighting in life.

It's just so meaningful and soft, I just love that fic.

And tbh these last few sentences were hot. Me like it.

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Goodbye again

It's a Fives' fic, of course I love it. And it's the opposite of 'It's been a long, long time' in a way, so I love it even more.

That one quote about knowing that one day, he won't come back... It hurts. It really does. Because we know he won't come back, right. That's why we write these fics in the first place, because we know and we are so desperate to change that.

You wish you could see him, but he's already late, and someone calls his name but he decides ignores them.

Right now, you're more important than them, than war, than everything he's supposed to be made for. You are his whole world, at the end, his home, his safe harbor he can always come back to after the most harrowing storm.

And again, the whole crisis around who you were made to be and who you want to be- who you truly are.

And the metaphor? Earlier on he thinks reader is an anchor to him; and now a safe harbor? Yes, sign me in immediately.

"I'll comm you as soon as I can."

[A few moments later, on the comm]

"I miss you already."

Dude. That and the "I said I love you! "

It just makes me m e l t. It's so SOFT. Ari I promise you I could read everyday and feel these goosebumps like it was the first time. I'm just so soft for this little playfulness, this amused affection he has.

That's just... That's just so him.

[And here you can witness Meds falling in love all over again]

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Doctor's orders

This. I am SO WEAK for this trope. "Where does it hurts? " try my CHEEKS BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP SMILING DUDE.

Kix is so. Soft. And the way you wrote it? "This is it. This is him making the first move." ?? "Then you'll need a few more kisses. Doctor's orders. " ??? Do you want me dead????

Good thing Kix's a doctor because I need someone to breath life back into my body right now.

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The warmth a cup of caf brings can also be given by the gentlest of souls.

Where do I even start...

I love the domestic undertones. The habits, knowing about one another, recognising patterns and filling the gaps between the two.

Him watering the plants, you knowing he hates that movie; it just smells like trust and comfort. That's the kind of habits and almost mechanical reactions you develop when you just know someone.

This fic is like- the development of "I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you" and that's just... So meaningful.

You know, I'm a sucker for domestic life and everything that comes with it, and this fic is the epitome of that. It's comforting. I love it.

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Baby came home

It's one of the first I read from you, and I remember how painful it was. I think that's the fic that convinced me to dedicate my life to your stories.

The amount of pain. Unrequited Love is one thing; but when both parties love each other yet it just can't be-

"I can't love you anymore." / "you can't love me anymore."

Baby I promise you, you broke my heart and had me honestly tearing up. It is even more because it's Obi-Wan. A man who spent his life losing everything he ever had. His freedom, his master, his friends, men, lovers. Eventually his family, and his life.

And here he loses more. And here he carries pain- and it hurts him but not only. And that's soul crushing.

And you have a way with words. You have a way with words that make it all so true, you don't just write these stories, you bring them to life. And it's painful but oh will I ask for more anyway.

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That Maul fic

"Ruthless and violent.

But not with you."

That's it. That's the trope. I am in love.

I just- I adore your take on Maul. And you should expect a Maul request when you'll open them again because gIRL do you write him well.

Because before you he didn't know something as simple a touch could be so soft, and light, before you he had no knowledge of such feelings, of warmth and and home. Of safeness.

This is the same energy as Crosshair being at home when he's with you. Men breeded for war, hurt and broken, somehow managing to find a little peace and softness through someoke who just- loves them.

[…]and his eyes gleam at the small action, the warm shade of a yellow that reminds you of the suns you both met under makes you lean over for a kiss […]

Aka how to turn a very distinctive symbol of pain and evil into something delicate and beautiful. Poetry at it's finest.

It's been too long since he last kissed you. Around noon, before you left to your usual walks around the Palace gardens' with his brother.

It's so sweet; at first I chuckled because it's silly. But then I felt sad because it is silly. It's mundane, and it feels exaggerated - just what you wrote - but it's Maul. A man who's been deprived of love and affection for so long, of course he's going to miss it as soon as it leaves.

As soon as you leave.

I just- I just love how you have me sitting there and analysing your fics and finding double meanings and subtext and how you subtly reminds us of the pain in the soft moments; and the softness in the painful ones.

This fic is a feel- good fic; it's powerful yet soft and I absolutely love that.

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So yeah. That was a bit longer than I thought but I won't apologize because these fics are just-

They're so comforting and good. And I just love them so. So much.

Moony is right when she says you write magic; you do. And, Ari. I am proud of you. I really am. You always leave me there, speechless and absolutely captivated by your stories and the delicacy of your words and that little something hidden between the lines-

I'm not lying when I say you hold my heart in your hands. You really do.

#sweet ari 🌌 #little sun ☀️ #I promise you #I read them all again to write this post #and girl- 👑 here #you own my heart #really you're an incredible person and writer and no languages or words could ever possibly express how grateful I am to know you #💙🌊 #mesa answers #star wars #sw fics #fic recs #sw fic rec

[lynn-writes-things]

Good thing u reopened ❤. Since the new trailer i cant stop thinking about my big boy Wrecker...so you can do whatever (even a post war au-everybody lives with a bit of struggling) and u can get spicy if u want (im a big girl cant handle it...or him 👀) so i thought make a donation to request. If u need a prompt, a soulmate is one of my weakness....

Thank you so so so much for the donation!!! and the request, I had so much fun writing this!! I really really hope you enjoy this, and if not, let me know and I’ll redo it!! Thank you again!!!! <3

Word count: 2330

Warnings: nsfw at the end, mentions of sex, ptsd, nightmares, mentions of violence and injury

You’ll never forget the day it was announced that the war had ended. You’ll never forget the moment, you were waiting at your apartment for Wrecker, when you heard over the radio that the war had officially ended. Chancellor Palpatine had been exposed as a Sith Lord by none other than Fox, who had gotten a recording to the Jedi of Palpatine giving orders to Dooku- Dooku even referred to Palpatine as Lord Sidious, removing any trace of doubt. When Wrecker came through your door, you were already crying tears of happiness. You couldn’t believe it- you just couldn’t.

That night, Wrecker took you to 79’s to celebrate with the boys. It was where the two of you had met. Now that the war was over, he had a very important question to ask you, and he wanted his brothers to be there to experience it.

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The air was cold, and your dress was entirely too short. You had been practically abandoned by your friends, who had convinced you to come out for a couple drinks. Admittedly, you felt foolish for thinking that they would’ve stuck around once they finally talked you out of your house. You had been so busy studying lately that you never got time to have any fun, and though they should’ve been having fun with you, they chose the company of a few clone troopers instead.

“Hey,” Came a voice from behind you. You turned, and came face to… chest, with the largest clone you’d ever met. “You look a little lost.” He commented with a kind smile. Only one of his eyes had an iris, and you found that it sparkled so radiantly that you couldn’t look away.

“Yeah, my friends sort of ditched me.” You said sheepishly.

“That’s not very nice of them,” He commented. “Want to grab a drink with me?”

“I—” You usually would say no, but you figured- fuck it, why not? He was cute, and seemed nice. What’s one drink? “Yeah, actually- I’d love that.” The two of you make your way to the bar, where you both sit and he orders you a drink.

“What’s in this?” You ask, sniffing the brightly colored beverage.

“It’s a surprise!” He laughed. “It’s nothing too heavy, trust me.”

“No offense, but I think we have drastically different perspectives on what is or isn’t a heavy drink.” You joke, and Wrecker belts out a laugh, just happy that you’re finally starting to relax. He couldn’t get over the way you looked- he wanted to take you back to meet his brothers, but he knew that it was way too soon for that sort of thing. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend on the spot, but again, he knew better. You try a sip of your drink, and you hum in appreciation for the sweet flavor of the beverage. It hardly tastes like alcohol at all.

“This is really good,” You comment.

“I told you!” He cheers, taking a swig of his own drink. “So, what happened with your friends?” He asks. You were sort of surprised that he remembered you even mentioned them. You had almost forgotten that you had mentioned them.

“Oh, they do this every time they get me out of the house,” You say with a sigh. “I don’t get it. They always want me to come out, but they never want to stick around me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” He answers. “Who wouldn’t want to hang out with you?” He asks earnestly, and you can’t help but blush.

“You hardly know me.” You say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes.

“Well, I like what I know about you so far.” He smiles, and you can’t help but return it. “And I think you’re beautiful, so I don’t see who wouldn’t want to be around you.”

-

The bar was quiet tonight, unlike the night you first met. But that was okay. It meant for more privacy, which meant Hunter could actually breathe. He was the only one who knew what was going to be happening tonight, and he found that he could hardly stop smiling. He was just so excited and proud of his little brother. The first of them to get married was a big achievement, one that Crosshair would never be able to hold over his head. When you caught on to all of his smiling, Hunter just brushed it off by saying he was just happy that the war had finally ended. You had bought it.

“Hey,” Wrecker nudged you, you had him trapped in the booth. “Can I get out?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” You said, standing up. He did the same, only before you had the chance to sit back down, he dropped to one knee and pulled out the ring he had been holding onto for months now. He knew he wanted to propose to you for ages now, but he always just felt he had to wait for the right time. And, well, this felt like the right time.

“Y/N,” He starts, clearing his throat. Tech starts recording without your knowledge. “I’ve known you were meant to be mine from the first moment I saw you here, years ago.” He says. “I knew from the first time I looked into your eyes that you were the only one for me. You’re my soulmate, Y/N.” He’s tearing up, which is making both you and Hunter tear up as well. You had your hand over your mouth in shock. “Will you please make me the happiest man alive and please be my wife?”

“Yes!” You yelled, gaining the attention of every clone in the bar. “Yes, Wrecker- yes!” You’re crying now, and everyone in the bar cheers. Wrecker stands, and places the ring on your finger. You jump into his arms and kiss him as hard as you could. It was salty, the combined taste of both of your tears. The boys are all cheering the loudest, even Crosshair is smiling.

-

“Okay, okay, my turn,” You began, popping a fry into your mouth. You’d moved to a booth in the back, bonding over beers, shots, and fries. “Would you rather have sex with a Togruta or a Twi’lek?” You ask, alcohol swimming in your veins.

“Depends, which one’s hotter?” He asks, and you snort.

“They’re both pretty hot.”

“Are you there?”

“Why would I be there?” You laugh.

“Because if you’re there, I’m picking you regardless.” He promises with a wink.

“Okay, that was a good one.” You laugh, shaking your head. You couldn’t remember when you started holding hands across the table, but you were reminded by the warmth.

“My turn,” He states. “Would you rather fuck me or a reg?” He asks with a smrik.

“I don’t even know what a ‘reg’ is, but I’d definitely rather fuck you.” You answer, blinking with both eyes, causing both of you to burst out laughing. You laugh so hard that beer comes out of your nose, which makes Wrecker laugh so hard he’s pounding his fist on the table. When the two of you sober up, you agree to head back to your place for the night, with promises to show you why they call him Wrecker.

-

You wake up for the third night in a row to Wrecker yelling. He’s sitting up, covered in a layer of sweat. He’s horrified, again. It hurts you deeply that there isn’t more you can do to help him – he is your soulmate after all.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently, your arms around him.

“Tech,” Is all he says, and you know all of the details without him having to talk about them. He has had the same nightmare every night since the war had ended and he’d been away from his brothers.

In the dream, they were back on the battlefield, and it’s during a battle that doesn’t go to plan. It starts off fine, though it doesn’t stay fine for very long. Droids get airdropped in from every direction – faster than they can take them out – and they’re overwhelmed before they even know what’s going on. Tech gets captured, and by the time they all find him, he’s badly injured and barely alive. But, in the nightmare, Tech doesn’t make it, and Wrecker’s the one to find him. He blames himself.

“Do you want to call him?” You ask. “He might like to hear from you.”

“I… Yeah.” He says with a shaky sigh. You comm Tech, who’s still awake, and he and Wrecker talk for the better part of two hours while you cuddle up with Wrecker. You gently caress him and place gentle, soft kisses anywhere that you can reach. By the time he hangs up, you can tell Wrecker is feeling better.

“I wish there was more I do to help you, my love.” You say, kissing his cheek.

“You’re here for me,” He says. “That’s all I need from you.”

“Yeah, but…”

“I know.” He smiles softly. You kiss his lips now that he is no longer on the line with Tech, and he kisses back eagerly, passionately, trying to show you just how “okay” it was that you did everything you could to help him when he needed it. To show you how much he appreciates you taking care of him.

“I love you,” He sighs against your lips.

“I love you too,” You whisper against his. The kiss deepens, his tongue prodding for entrance, which you happily allow.

-

You don’t even end up fucking that night, you both agree that neither of you are sober enough to make that choice. But, you agree to spend the night together anyways, and see where things go in the morning. You can ride out your hangovers together.

You wake up first, to find the human equivalent of a heater curled around your body. You melt into his touch, and it’s the closest to heaven you think you’ve ever been. You wiggle out of his embrace, and promptly go throw up in the refresher, brushing your teeth afterwards and getting a glass of water. You down two pain killers with the water, and refill the cup, setting two more pain killers on the bedside table on Wrecker’s side, along with the refilled cup of water.

When he wakes up, you’re in the kitchen making caff, needing the caffeine.

“Morning, gorgeous.” He smiles at you. He barely even squints at the morning sun, and you’re reminded once more than being as large as he is must have it’s advantages.

“Morning, handsome.” You smile back, sipping your mug of caff. He walks over and places a soft kiss to your lips, humming at the taste of caff. “Want a cup?”

“I’d love some.” He smiles. You fix him a cup of caff, and you both sit and watch the morning news.

“So, about last night…” He begins, and you feel your heart sink with anxiety. “I really would like to get to know you better.”

“I… I’d like to get to know you better too, Wrecker.” You smile. “You seem like a really kind, funny guy.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, angel.” He says.

“I want you to be yourself,” You laugh. “I like you quite a lot.”

“I like you, too.” He smiles. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you while Wrecker thinks of something – something you can’t read in his eye. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks at last. You beam at him.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Wrecker.” You answer happily.

­-

The kissing grows to him laying you on the bed and rutting against you, his lips never leaving yours. You breathe out that you want him, and Wrecker doesn’t hesitate to start fingering you, stretching you open with care. He knew he was bigger than most, and the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you – so he did this every single time the two of you had sex.

By the time his cock finally enters you, you’re keening, fucking yourself on his cock. He chuckles at your attempts, before finally giving you what you want. The most amazing part about fucking Wrecker is that he fills you up so perfectly, he manages to hit your g-spot and your cervix without even adjusting his angles – it just naturally happens. You’re convinced that he’s your soulmate, every detail proves it to you, even down to the size of his dick. He starts a slow and sensual pace, before the pleasure starts to get too much for him, and he can’t help but speed up. You’re a moaning mess, crying out in ecstasy with every thrust of his hips.

“Where?” He asks in a pant, and you don’t even need to hear the full question to know.

“Well, I was thinking,” You start, and his pace slows just a little so he can intently listen. “Since we’re engaged now…”

“I… Yeah? Really?!” He asks, sounding enthusiastic and in disbelief.

“Put a baby in me, Wreck.” You plead, and he groans. His big, calloused fingers find your clit, determined to make you come before he does. It doesn’t take long to send you spiraling over the edge, crying out his name as you came messily all over his perfect cock. Wrecker grunts animalistically as he comes inside you, not stopping until you’re filled to the brim with his seed. When he’s done, he stays sheathed inside of you, holding his come in you for several minutes before finally pulling out and laying beside you, pulling you close. You relax into his grip, still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You’re going to be such an amazing mom,” He says. “I’ll have so much fun making you one.”

“I love you, Wreck.” You say softly, nuzzling against his chest. “You’ll be an incredible father.”

“I love you too, angel.”

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THE BAD BATCH: THE RUNAWAY

CHAPTER 15 - Lunch with the Bad Batch

Callista was dozing off on her bed, still under the effect of the sedative she'd been given before the surgery. She had her cybernetics implanted and would soon be able to function like a normal person. Despite her hatred for medical procedures, Callista looked forward to being able to walk and use her dominant arm once more. 

It's been a week since she's woken up. Thanks to several sessions in the bacta tanks, her burns had healed up nicely, though her skin in those areas was a light pink, a stark contrast to her natural tanned skin. She no longer had to wear a bandage over her right eye, though the skin surrounding it was pink from the healing burns and there was a nice scar from the piece of shrapnel that had nicked her when on Taris. 

Raising her right arm, Callista inspected the prosthetic that looked like the real thing. All the metal and wires were hidden underneath the synthflesh that made it appear so life-like. 

The door to her room opens and she can't help but smile a little when she sees Wrecker poke his head in with a hand covering his eyes and ask if she was decent so he could enter. 

"You can come in." Callista said, her voice sounding groggy. Perhaps the sedatives haven't completely worn off. 

Uncovering his eyes and smiling, Wrecker came in along with the other three members of his squad which surprised Callista. Hunter had come to see her a couple times on his own, and Tech tagged along with Wrecker a few times. Crosshair hasn't come at all which didn't bother Callista since they don't get along very well. 

Wrecker has been the one to visit her the most,  regaling her with stories of their past missions - though she still doesn't know how he got the nasty scar on his face. Callista guessed it might have been something too traumatic to talk about - or he just simply forgot he had that scar. 

"How's it going, Scar?" Wrecker asked good-naturedly and Callista wrinkled her forehead. 

"Scar?" She repeated curiously, and Wrecker nodded. 

"You've got that cool scar on your face now - I think Scar is a good nickname. U-Unless you'd like it if I just called you Callista."

"Scar is good. I never liked my real name anyways - takes too long to say."

"Is that why you called yourself C.J on the mission? Is C.J. what you normally go by?" Tech asked and Callista shook her head at the second question. 

"No, someone I used to know called me C.J. I normally went by Callista or Calli - sometimes just Cal."

"How fascinating." Crosshair said sarcastically, and Callista shot him a glare but didn't say anything to him. 

"Not trying to sound mean, but what are you all doing here?"

"We wanted to check on your progress." Tech said matter-of-factly, before glancing at a certain sniper who'd taken the chair next to Callista's bed(it was the only one with some padding in it - the others were less comfortable) "Though Crosshair might have been secretly hoping you'd be fighting another medic when we arrived." Callista felt her face redden in embarrassment and she hoped that none of the medics suffered permanent injuries - at least not physically. Mentally they might be scarred though. How many people can say they've been attacked by a crippled fifteen year old? 

"I've...calmed down." Callista stated, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear while staring at her lap, too embarrassed to look at the four clones. "You know, you don't have to come see me. I'm sure you have more important things to do."

"You are important! You helped us complete our mission!" Wrecker exclaimed and Tech raised his pointer finger, remembering the hologram he'd received a couple hours ago. 

"Which reminds me, Senator Robb sends her regards and wishes you a full recovery. As do General Skywalker and Commander Tano." Callista nodded, glad that Ashoka was OK and so was the Senator. 

Despite this, she still harbored some guilt though. Clone Force 99 has a hundred percent success rate with missions and because of her their reputation was tainted. She blamed herself for letting the Senator get captured. They failed their mission and it was her fault. 

Hunter sensed the sudden change in her mood and asked what was wrong. 

"I uh, I'm sorry that the mission went wrong." Callista said, and Hunter's eyebrows drew together, wondering why she was apologizing, "Because of me your success rate is no longer a hundred percent and I'm sorry." 

"Oh come on, don't beat yourself up about it!" Wrecker told her and Hunter surprisingly nodded in agreement.

"Wrecker's right. If you had followed my orders, you wouldn't have been kidnapped with the Senator and we probably wouldn't have been able to find her if you hadn't contacted us." Hunter stated and Callista thought she could see a hint of a smile on his face but it could have been her imagination. 

"Yeah you did what any of us would have done - we don't like to follow orders either." Wrecker added and it made Callista feel a little better that they weren't upset with her. 

Silence fell between the five of them and no one was sure what to say. Callista sighed in frustration over having nothing to do. Wait, she has a cybernetic leg now - she can try walking! 

Tearing the blanket off herself, Callista moved to sit on the edge of her hospital bed which didn't go unnoticed by the others. 

"What are you doing?" Hunter asked as Callista prepared herself to attempt to stand up. 

"I got my new leg, might as well put it to use right?" Callista said and before anyone could stop her she gripped her good hand onto the rail of her bed and hauled herself up to stand - instantly regretting it as sharp shooting pain went through her leg. She couldn't help but let out a mandoan curse word she'd learned when she was a little kid that the four members of the bad batch widened their eyes at while Callista fell back onto her bed. 

"It's too soon for you to be walking. Your limbs need a day or two to adjust to the cybernetics." Tech informed Callista, who groaned in frustration. 

"But I can't wait that long - I'm going out of my mind not being able to do anything!" She went to try and stand again but Hunter put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. 

"If you hurt yourself trying to speed things along, then you'll be stuck in here even longer. Be patient." 

"Patience has never been a strong suit of mine." Callista admitted while crossing her arms and huffing. She hated feeling helpless. 

"Hey, maybe if we get you a wheelchair you can come to the mess hall with us for lunch!" Wrecker suggested, earning looks from his brothers, "What? Scar's bored and it's not fair she has to be locked up in here after everything she's been through."

"I don't think the medics will allow her to leave this place." Tech told his brother, who chuckled. 

"Who says we have to tell them?" He countered. 

"I'd rather not be reprimanded for smuggling a patient out of their room." Hunter stated, his tone telling Wrecker that this was not up for discussion. 

"Fine, I'll go ask the doc myself." Wrecker decided with a huff and he left the room to do just that. 

"You have to admire his determination." Callista said to the other three. 

To everyone's surprise, Wrecker was able to convince the medical staff to let Callista join them for lunch on the promise he and his brothers would keep a close eye on her. Though they were probably intimidated by the clone who was twice their size and afraid to say no to him. Either way, when Wrecker came back to the room pushing a wheelchair his brothers and Callista were shocked. 

"Let's get going, I'm hungry!" Wrecker exclaimed. 

"You're always hungry." Crosshair said and Wrecker only laughed in agreement while moving the wheelchair over to Callista's bed side. But said girl was hesitant to move herself from the bed to the chair.

"Come on, let's go! I'll help you." Wrecker encouraged, thinking Callista was scared to try and walk again. But that wasn't why she was stalling. 

"You mean go to the mess hall where there will be hundreds of other clones watching us - or more specifically me? Won't it bother you guys that you'll get weird looks for having a crippled fifteen year old hanging out with you?"

"We get weird looks from the regs already. It doesn't bother us." Wrecker told her. 

"Regs?" She'd heard them use the term before and didn't know what it meant. 

"Regular clones." Tech clarified for her, "And Wrecker is right. We don't exactly fit in with the others and having one more outsider probably won't make a difference." Callista pursed her lips as she thought about this. 

"Are you coming with us or not?" Crosshair asked impatiently, hungry and wanting to go get something to eat. 

After a few seconds, Callista made up her mind and started maneuvering herself closer to the wheelchair so all she'd have to do was quickly stand, putting all her weight on her good foot, and turn a little before plopping down in the wheelchair. 

Unfortunately it was easier said than done and when Callista stood she couldn't keep her balance and was about to fall forward if Crosshair(who'd been sitting in the chair nearby but had stood up when they were preparing to leave) wasn't there to catch her. It was more out of reflexes that he did this - but it still surprised the others including himself. 

Keeping a tight grip on her biceps he helped Callista turn her body and didn't let go until she sat safely down in the wheelchair. 

"T-Thank you." Callista said awkwardly and Crosshair muttered a 'your welcome' though it sounded forced, but Callista didn't mind and prompted for them to leave when Wrecker began teasing his brother for being nice. 

Once they reached the Mess Hall, Tech thought it would be best if one of them and Callista could go claim a table since it'd be hard to be in line in a wheelchair. The others would bring food back for Callista and whoever went with her which turned out to be Tech. 

Callista tried her best to ignore the looks and whispers coming from the regs - she liked that term and was determined to use it from now on - but it's hard to not know what they're saying when you have enhanced hearing. 

Tech didn't seem to be bothered by the attention they were getting though and this made Callista feel sorry for him and his squad. They're apparently used to being the odd ones out and had grown accustomed to the looks and hushed conversations. So Callista did her best to appear unbothered like Tech was as they found a table and her wheelchair was pushed to be in front of the head of the table so she wouldn't have to move to a bench. 

Tech struck up a conversation once he settled down on the bench to her right. 

"So, are you fluent in Mando'a, or just strictly well versed in the language's expletives?" Callista's cheeks turned pink yet despite her embarrassment she answered him. 

"I've spoken Mando'a since I was a kid. It was my primary language - I didn't learn how to speak basic until I was seven." She replied. Tech nodded and asked another question. 

"Have you been to Mandalore?" 

"A few times but not since the war." At the mention of the war, Tech brightened and risked asking a more serious question. 

"I've been meaning to ask - Why did you disappear after the first Battle of Geonosis? And what exactly happened to Jango Fett?" Callista tensed, which Tech either ignored or didn't notice as he began rambling, "I've tried looking him up in the Kaminoans file and even the Republic's but it seems as if he's never existed in the first place. Obviously that isn't the case otherwise you and I wouldn't be here."

Callista took a deep breath to calm herself down, not wanting to bite Tech's head off. He was a naturally curious person just like her and in the short time she's known the genius clone Callista learned that he doesn't always realize he's made someone angry or uncomfortable with his words. That or he just didn't care. Either way, Callista wasn't going to wig out and make a scene. 

"Well… I decided I didn't want to be a science project for the Kaminoans and wanted more freedom. Running away seemed like the only option." Callista said, hoping he didn't pick up on the fact she'd completely ignored the second question. 

Unfortunately Tech wasn't satisfied with that answer and continued pressing her for information. 

"But what were you doing on Geonosis in the first place? And Jango Fett, what happened to him." Callista's fists clenched under the table as annoyance bubbled within her. 

"I don't see how it's any of your business." She replied coolly, yet Tech didn't take notice of her icy tone that screamed 'back off'.

"I'm just curious-" Callista finally snapped. 

"Haven't you heard the expression "curiosity killed the loth-cat?"" She asked rhetorically, and Tech frowned at her harsh tone, "Because that's gonna happen if you don't drop the subject right now." Tech opened his mouth, wanting to argue but then he noticed something flash in her eyes that was gone as soon as it appeared but he didn't miss it. It was a sort of haunted and pained look and instantly he realized the mistake he made and was quick to say sorry. 

"My apologies. I didn't mean to pry on an obvious touchy subject." He said, becoming full of regret. But Callista wasn't angry, and made sure to assure him that everything was alright. 

"It's ok. It's just a touchy subject like you said." She told him and Tech was surprised at her willingness to forgive him so easily, and the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly in relief. "But I'll answer any questions that aren't related to Jango Fett or my disappearance." Now Tech was full on smiling. 

"Excellent because I have several." He states as he unclipped his datapad from his belt and pulled up a list of questions he'd come up with over the past week. 

"Fire away." 

"Do you know how to fly a ship? I'm assuming since you said you crashed landed on Silva and it didn't have anyone with you." Callista couldn't stop the smug smirk from forming on her lips as she laid back in her seat and crossed her arms. 

"Yes I can. I consider myself one of the best pilots there is." She jested and Tech smirked at this. 

"I'll have to respectively contradict that and give myself that title." He countered, making Callista raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh really? Well, perhaps when I'm able to we can have a little flying competition and see who's the best." Tech chuckled. 

"I accept that challenge. Next question, are you fluent in other languages?" 

"A few. I can speak Rodese, Bocce, Huttese, and I understand most binary dialects. And the Kaminoans don't know this but I can understand what they are saying 80% of the time but I don't bother to learn the entire language or speak it." 

Callista and Tech went back and forth like this until the others joined them with the food and a comfortable silence fell between the five clones as they ate. 

But the pleasant atmosphere didn't last long. A group of four clones walked past the table, but not before making a snarky comment directed at the five of them. 

"Well boys it looks like the defective clone club has a new member." One of the clones remarked and the other three laughed as if he'd said a good joke. "Another freak added to the Sad Batch." The four members of the bad batch pretended to not hear the regs, but Callista could see hurt flash in Tech's eyes as he looked down at his plate. Anger flared up inside her and she turned in her seat to face the four regs while putting on a sickly sweet smile. 

"Sad Batch huh? That would be a clever nickname if we were little kids. Though you seem to have the maturity of a five year old so I guess it's good for you." She heard someone behind her choke and once glance over her shoulder told her it was Crosshair who'd made the mistake of drinking something as she spoke. 

"What did you say to me runt?" Callista huffed out a dry laugh. 

"Wow, Sad Batch? Runt. You're just full of bad names aren't you. Luckily I've got a few nicknames I can say and unlike you I don't have the mental capacity of a five year old." 

"Ok, that's enough of that." Hunter said to Callista in a warning tone and she narrowed her eyes at the Sargeant, trying to decide whether or not to listen to him. He narrowed his eyes as well, challenging Callista to defy him. Sighing, Callista reluctantly turned back around in her seat and picked up her fork to resume eating. 

"Looks like she's all bark and no bite." The same clone said. 

"What do you expect from anyone in the defective squad." Another one added after scoffing. 

That did it. Callista's nostrils flared and dropped her fork while making a move to stand up - forgetting her present condition. Two sets of hands took ahold of her arms before she could hurt herself. 

"Don't." Hunter warned, and Callista was forced to comply since they - Hunter and Tech - had strong grips on her arms, preventing her from standing up. Callista took a deep breath to center herself. 

"Alright alright. I'm calm." She told the two, who after a few seconds let her go, reluctantly. 

The four clones apparently had their fill of fun and chuckled as they began walking to their own table. Callista watched them from the corner of her vision and waited until the right moment to get her revenge. Before they could walk to far away, Callista swiftly grabbed her tray and proceeded to throw it at the group, aiming for their legs. To her satisfaction - and the Bad Batch's horror - the impact from the tray swept three of the four clones off their feet, and they fell to the floor, the contents of their trays spilling all over their shiny white armor. 

"Oops." Callista said, smirking as she watched the clones recover from the shock and try to stand up - one of them slipping and falling back down in the process. 

"Callista!" Hunter yelled, and said girl only shrugged like it was no big deal. 

"They were asking for it." 

Needless to say, Callista wasn't allowed to join the others in the Mess Hall again.

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Continue to Chapter 16

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