I would like to request something soft and sweet with either Echo or Cross.. ❤
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Unpredictable
Crosshair X F!Reader
word count: 2.3k
Reunited back with his brothers and sister, Crosshair also wasn’t expecting the party of six to be seven when you showed up. A kind hearted civilian who makes sure you’re all in check, Crosshair can’t help but harbour feelings for you as you show him what a little bit of kindness can do.
warnings: fluff for the most part, Crosshair has crush on reader, little bit of angst, mentions of the Empire and imperial Crosshair with chip removed. Enjoy. 🤍
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There was a definite strain on the squad at the present moment with Crosshair returning. He was quiet usually, never being a conversationalist anyway but now he was pretty much mute.
He’d grunt his responses about any topic, stayed out of planning missions and just followed orders without a question.
It was Omega who had definitely made a big effort to bring Crosshair out of his shell but he had once caught her staring at his burn and snapped at her about it.
She apologized straight away and he felt a twinge of regret when he saw her eyes get a little misty. The girl hurried away with her tail between her legs but Crosshair sighed and shook his head at his attitude. He should know better than to be hostile towards her. After all, she had saved his life when Kamino fell.
“Don’t worry, she’ll forget about it.”
Crosshair looks up at the sound of a sudden voice beside him. Your voice.
Right away, Crosshair was intrigued yet skeptical about you. Of course he was wary of new people and had trouble with trust now. After all, he had a chip in his head his whole life that made him lose control. He tried to kill his brothers… but all of these thoughts left when you spoke to him.
Problem was, he wasn’t very good at showing his interest towards you. Often he would be a little moody but for some reason unknown to him, you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you just smiled at him and moved on about your day. He had a feeling you may have rolled your eyes behind his back whenever one of his brothers saw. But still, Crosshair couldn’t help but stare from afar as you tended to each of his brothers and sister.
“Maybe.” He manages out at long last of staring at you, glancing away as you sit on the chair across from him with a cup of caf in your embrace.
“No, she will. She likes you a lot.” You chuckle, watching as Omega began to climb onto Wreckers back as he did push ups just outside the cockpit door.
Crosshair watched too before stealing a glance your way, watching the way your lips pursed as you blew the radiating steam away from your cup before taking a sip. Your eyes closed, a content look on your face as you drink its contents and let out a little ‘ah’.
“Do you want some?”
A jolt of panic shot through him as he realised he got caught staring, a tinge in his mouth as he tried to swallow down the slight embarrassment. “No.”
You raise a brow, always slightly amused by his lack of manners but you came to the conclusion quickly that he had always been that way pre-Empire. Regardless, you enjoyed his silent company. He never chewed your ear off as much as you like Tech, he didn’t bicker when you wanted a moment's peace like Echo and Hunter did and he certainly did not try to use you as a weight during one of Wrecker’s workout routines. Oddly, the silence was often bliss when you were with him. Also, you could read him pretty well and knew when something was bothering him.
“Alright. May I check your scar?”
Crosshair grumbles internally but he had been aggressively itching it in his sleep, causing it to blister and it had seeped a little.
Tech first addressed it to him with a closer inspection, literally almost crawling in his lap to plant his goggles as close up and personal as he can to inspect the injury but the only person he’d let close to him at this moment in time was you.
Albeit, it was possibly because he did have a little crush on you. He couldn’t help it; you had shown him nothing but kindness which couldn’t really be said for his brothers. Understandably of course. They had tried with him but his temperament was something that needed work on.
“In the bunks. C’mon.” Crosshair gruffs, making his way to the bunks, leaving you behind.
“Lead the way, sir.” Your sarcastic tone rang in his ears and he almost cursed at himself for his bossy attitude when you’re just about to help him. Regardless, he sat on the edge of his bunk as you walked in and began to assess the scarring on his head.
“Does it feel sore?” You ask, head tilting as you analyze his injury and turn away to root for some supplies.
His arms fold over his chest, watching you only when your back is turned before looking down at his feet when you turn back with a spray in hand. “Not at the moment.”
You set the supplies down beside him and stared at him for a moment. You didn’t know what Crosshair was like before. Was he often this sullen? So distant? You felt yourself pitying him and you were so lost in your own thoughts that it took him to clear his throat to gain your attention back. “What are you staring at?”
You jolt a little, eyes looking at his face to see him staring right at you with a furrowed brow.
“Sorry, was just thinking about the best way to go about this.” You say smoothly, covering yourself with a lie rather than saying what you were actually thinking.
“Right,” he shifts a little in his spot, maybe starting to get a little uncomfortable. More so than before. “Just get it sorted or whatever you have to do. Wanna do some training.”
A small smile finds its way onto your lips and you grab some wipes and give him a quick warning that the spray may sting. “That’s exciting! What training are you thinking of doing today?”
Crosshair felt his jaw clenching, uncertain how he could respond just as eagerly as you did. You sprayed at his burn and you were right, it did sting but you were none the wiser if it hurt him. His face looked unfriendly even before the spray went on.
“Just shooting.” He replied.
You hum in acceptance at his answer although it was very boring. Ever so gently, not even realising you were doing it, your hand placed on his shoulder as if to give yourself balance when tending to him. You were using the wipes now, wiping away the excess spray as well as little spots of blood that dried around his skin.
The Sniper stiffened but he wasn’t sure if it was due to the pain or because you were touching him. He kept his head straight but his eyes drifted to the side, seeing your fingers gently rest on his shoulder and he felt different. Almost content that you trusted him enough to touch him.
“You know,” you speak up, bringing him out of his thoughts, “maybe you could take Omega with you?”
That content feeling vanished in an instant, almost annoyed that you would even suggest that. “Yeah? Don’t think the others would let her come with me alone.” He spat and you almost flinched at how he turned from almost calm to bitter very easily.
“Sorry I just thought-.”
“You thought wrong. That kid would get in the way.”
You sigh and pull away from him and instantly Crosshair misses your touch as you turn away and throw the used items away. “I disagree with you. She’d be interested in learning from you.”
“Doubt it.” He grunts. For someone so quiet he can be a right pain in the behind when he wants to be.
“Are you just going to not speak to her? To any of them?” You raised your voice a little, finally showing a sign of annoyance towards him. He was surprised but it wasn’t exactly a shock that you finally snapped at him. He knew he was being difficult but he knew he was gone beyond repair at this point.
He uncrossed his arms, fingers gripped to the edge of his bunk as he saw a certain glow in your eyes. He lost his voice, his reasoning at this point. He had done so much bad he felt as though there was no point of redemption, no matter what he did.
You could see the war in his mind from where you stood and you let out a dejected sigh and folded the medkit up and stowed it away. “Just try, please. I know we don’t know each other well and you don’t have to listen to me but just try.”
Crosshair stares at your back, not saying anything as his eyes squint a little before you turn back around and quickly put a patch on his head without giving him a second glance. “All done. You can go.”
He chews on the inside of his cheek, noticing how your usually relaxed shoulders are tense and he thought about your plea. He didn’t want to argue, especially with you so he slowly stood.
You were trying to occupy yourself by slowly packing stuff up, not wanting to seem that you were in a rush to get away but if he was going to be hostile, there was no point in you staying any longer. Even if you found yourself wanting to.
Your ears perked up, hearing some rustling and then a subtle tap to your shoulder.
You glance over to see him holding his arm out to you, something bunched up in his grasp. He wasn’t looking at you but his cheeks were a flaming glow which peaked your interest.
“What’s this?” You question, now turning to face him fully.
“Just… take it.” He winces, looking straight ahead at the door he was almost getting ready to bound out.
You reach out your hand and that’s when he dropped something into it. You pulled it towards you and your heart swelled and your eyes began to water. “Why?” Was all you could ask.
A week ago or how many rotations it was, you had all been in a market place. You were with Omega, glancing at a makeshift store that had little beaded necklaces and bracelets. Your eyes lingered on a bracelet for far too long that when the keeper abruptly went ‘are you going to buy it or what?’, it had caught his attention as he walked on by.
At the time, you had no credits and shook your head, apologising and moved on but Crosshair didn’t move. He looked at the bracelet, then to you as you walked off and then back at it. He didn’t know what possessed him but he knew he had to buy it and so he did. He wanted to give it to you sooner but with his emotions being rattled, he postponed.
He shrugged at your question. “You do too much for us. The others don’t appreciate you.”
“And you do?”
He snaps his head towards you, ready to object but he sees that teasing smile on your lips and watches as you slip it on your wrist. “Thank you, Crosshair.”
“Don’t mention it. Ever.”
You giggled softly, and nod. “I won’t.” He nods and begins to walk away, almost satisfied but pauses when he hears you speak up again. “As long as…”
He looks over his shoulder, raising a brow. “As long as you take Omega with you.”
Conflicted, he’s about to object but you take a step towards him and tap your new and loved bracelet. “Or I tell the others you like me.”
“I don’t like you.” He says, rather quickly. Too quickly to know he was full of it and judging by his cheeks that are still pink, you humble him.
“You’re a good guy, Crosshair. I know you haven’t always been like this.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Tell me then, have you?”
He licks his lower lip before yet again, shrugging his shoulders. “I know I haven’t killed innocents before the Order.” He grimaced, looking away from you and bowing his head in shame.
Ever so gently, you reach out to him and tug on his arm so he could face you. “That wasn’t you. You couldn’t help it.” You say softly as Crosshair, surprisingly, let you stroke up and down his arm. The touch was foreign and he felt that odd feeling in his stomach he usually did when he looked at you.
“But-.”
“No buts. Times have changed and your back with your family. You’re not a bad person; you’re just someone that had bad things happen to them. We move forward now.” You say quietly, only realizing how close you two came.
He became rigid, breathing heavily as he scans your face, eyes falling on your lips for more than he would’ve liked. You noticed and he knew you noticed. “I meant what I said. You do too much for us.”
You hum, tilting your head and taking a small step closer to him. “Should I do less?” Your idle gesture to you touching him, his mouth drying but he shook his head.
“No, but you need to look after yourself.” He breathes quietly.
“I’ve got someone like you to look after me.”
At that moment he felt for the first time in a long time accepted. His heart began to race, palms a little sweaty and the look he was giving you was none short of adoring.
He takes a gamble, very unpredictable, and leans forward with two hands resting on your cheeks, noticing how soft you felt before placing a kiss to your forehead.
A gasp escapes your throat, eyes fluttering closed as his lips linger, pulling away for a moment and ever so gently lowers his head. His lips traced along your nose, kissing the tip before he got lower and lower until his lips hovered just over yours. “You’re right. You’ve got me, pretty girl.”
But he doesn’t kiss you. He didn’t want to overstep it. So he pulls back, gently letting you go.
Your heart almost punches its way out of your chest. Your eyes were still closed when he left, only opening when you heard the door whoosh open and spot him making a path straight towards Omega.
You couldn’t hear what he was saying but he had picked up his rifle and left the ship with a beaming Omega running straight after him.
Summary: You’ve been kidnapped and it’s up to Hunter and the boys to save you.
Warnings: kidnapping, mention of violence, the kidnapper being creepy with reader
Rating: 16+ for mentions of certain violence that is probably not appropriate for young eyes
Notes: This is pre-Echo era. Sorry, y’all. Also I actually really like the antagonist in this but I made him extra creepy because I wanted to give Hunter ✨Motivation✨
Word count: 1.8k
You stared down the mirage an uncountable distance from where you stood. The heat paved the way for sweat to coat your skin. It was disgusting. Dry, unforgiving, ruthless, exhausting. One might wonder if you were describing the climate or the chilling presence of the bounty hunter flanking you.
“I would never let someone kidnap me.”
Famous last words. That was your exact response to Hunter’s concern in Mos Espa. Looking back, you would slap yourself if you had the chance. But, seeing that you don’t have an inter-dimensional third hand that can clap through the thick skull of your past self, you opted for a very deep sigh—one of many you’d very expressively given to your captor.
Speaking of which, Cad Bane took that as a sign to rest his hand on your shoulder. Yeah, that’s right. Cad Bane. Oh how you wished for that third hand… His blaster’s barrel flirted with your temple and ensured that you didn’t make any moves. You felt his uncanny patience through the thick, hot air of the desert planet.
“Maybe I won’t give you back,” the man drawled, bringing to close a soliloquy he’d started an eternity ago. “I’d be far fetched to let such a pretty thing go.”
You shifted your weight and huffed out another long sigh. The blue guy snickered at you but you ignored him. No, he wouldn’t win. You’d keep your cool.
The throng of an engine met your ears and you perked up. The Havoc Marauder buzzed over and landed close-by, sending clouds of sand into the air. You eyed Bane—he, like his goons that he had hired for this op, remained unfazed. His poise stood calm even when Hunter and Wrecker emerged from the shuttle with vengeance in their stride.
“We have the credits,” Hunter said. He stopped short when Bane’s men forced him to.
“Shame. I was just reconsidering our arrangement. See, clone, I don’t think you realize what a fine gem you had.”
You glared at him. “They didn’t ‘have’ me, perve.”
“He didn’t train you very well, did he, pet?”
You winced and pulled away, but he held you down, calling you a “naughty girl.” Hunter’s visor caught sunlight as it tilted downward. His hand drifted to his side arm.
“Your move, clone.”
Hunter paused and his head cocked to the side. His hand shifted. You recognized the signal for the unseen marksman.
“I don’t think so,”
You frowned. Bane chortled.
“Scared?”
Hunter must have sensed something that you couldn’t. His tone steadied as he said, “You come to me,”
“Walk, little lady.”
Wrecker and Hunter simultaneously brought out their blasters. Hunter shook his head. “No. Be a gentleman and walk her over,”
“Think she can’t walk? I didn’t actually have my way with her.”
Wrecker thrust his blaster towards Bane. “Talk about her like that one more time.”
In an instant, all of the men surrounding you mirrored him. Hunter scanning the group, blaster ready. Your captor tutted. “Don’t threaten me, boy. I have more than twice the firepower.”
You chuckled as the Marauder’s cannons fired up. “Idiot.”
Hunter stood a little taller, “You’ll come to me if it’s safe to walk that path through the energy field. Now, you’re going to escort Y/N to me or you’ll get to see just how much firepower we have.”
“I’m no fool. You’d better not try anything,”
“Don’t tempt me,”
The blue man sighed. He grabbed your bicep tightly and forced you to the side. With a frown, you complied. He took a very curved path to get to your guys. A few paces away from Hunter, Bane stopped and pushed you. You stumbled into Hunter who kept you upright, staring the other man down. You didn’t really need to hold onto him, but with his arm around you, it was the perfect excuse.
“How did you know?”
Hunter’s voice rumbled through his chest, “I have my ways,”
Bane nodded and looked back at you, red eyes piercing your soul before he tipped his hat. “Goodbye, little lady. You were lovely.”
“Don’t push it,” Hunter warned. Bane raised both hands in surrender and slowly backed away. Hunter dropped the case of credits into the sand. It rattled, audibly exposing the hefty price he’d gathered in return for you.
“Sarge,” Wrecker muttered, raising his blaster.
Hunter’s helmet jerked up to the man with a data pad in hand furiously tapping. The goons suddenly scattered away from the field Hunter had had you walk around. Hunter shouted into his comm, “Now!”
Bane lurched forward with a shout, falling to his knees. The man with the data pad collapsed, splaying across the ground. Steam rose steadily from a hole in his back. Then another did the same, followed by another. Bane looked up at Hunter in anger.
“You broke the rules, clone!”
Hunter silently nodded to Wrecker. The big man scooped you up and took off running.
You looked back as Cross’s blaster bolt struck the blue man again. This one didn’t hit home. Bane struggled to his feet and engaged the thrusters on his boots. In an instant he flew overhead and caught up with you. He began a volley of blaster fire on your trio but Hunter quickly sent him careening towards the sand. You loaded up in the ship and Wrecker towered by the open ramp, covering Hunter until he made it aboard. You raced to the cockpit as Tech took the shuttle towards a nearby plateau. That was where you spotted Crosshair packing up his gear. Tech swooped in to pick him up, and soon you were headed for the stars.
“Yea-hah!” Wrecker shouted as he barged into the cockpit, followed by the other two. “Another successful mission!”
You gasped, a faux look of hurt on your face. “That’s… all I am to you?”
His expression dropped, “I—er… no, you’re… that’s—“
With a laugh, you got up and hugged him tight. “I’m messing, Wrecker. Thanks for coming for me,”
He grinned and picked you up in a near-bone-crushing hug. “We missed you, Y/N!”
“Augh I missed you too. Maker, I missed you guys.” You caught a glance of Hunter. He stood taut, brows furrowed. That same dark expression stayed on his face.
“You are one expensive mission,” Tech glanced at you as Wrecker set you down. “15,000 credits.”
“Not really!” Wrecker danced in place a moment and shoved past Hunter and Cross to the back of the ship. You watched him pick up a small box. He returned, huge smile on his face. “I picked this up with one of Cross’s blaster attachments before we took off.”
“Normally, you’d be dead,” Cross hummed, sticking a fresh toothpick between his teeth, “but I guess this can slide.”
Hunter patted his brother’s shoulder, “Good job, Wrecker.” Then to Crosshair: “And nice shooting up there. Don’t think we would’ve made it out of there without you.”
Cross and Wrecker both gave Hunter an appreciative grin. You glanced at your pilot, “You too, Tech. Thanks for decoding my awful distress call.”
“It was not difficult.”
After a while of discussing the meat of the mission, Hunter set a hand on your shoulder and nodded to the door. You followed him out.
You patted Gonky’s head lovingly as you strode past him. Standing next to Hunter, you sighed, appreciating the feeling of being home. The Marauder didn’t smell or look the best, but it was home, and so were the four troops that manned it. This especially stood for Hunter. Over some time, you two had grown much closer than you ever could’ve dreamt.
When he turned to face you the puppy-ness of his eyes caught you off-guard. He took both of your hands in his. “Did they hurt you?”
You met his soft gaze and shook your head. “They hardly touched me. I think they were only interested in the payment until Bane caught eyes.”
His expression went dark again. “Did that bastard—”
“No,” you shook your head and reached up to cup his cheek reassuringly. “he told the truth.” You sighed, “I’m sorry about all of this. I don’t know how I got separated from you all. It all happened so quickly.”
“Cyare, there was nothing you could’ve done,”
“There’s always something I could’ve done different. I could’ve stayed with you. I could’ve paid better attention. I could’ve listened to you—”
“Shh,” he hushed, running his fingers through your hair. “What-if’s won’t change anything,” He shook his head. “What’s done is done. And you’re here now. You’re safe.”
He rested his forehead against yours, arms wrapping around your middle. His brows furrowed, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I’d be even more okay if you kissed me,”
He smiled, leaning in slowly, “Tempting.”
You tilted your head to meet his. His lips brushed yours but he held back. You breathed slowly, taking in the moment. His warmth fanned across your face, sending comfort through your bones, and you knew that there was nothing in the galaxy you would trade for him. His protective arms draped around you, his forehead pressed against yours. You melted into him, letting your shoulders relax for the first time in days.
And then he kissed you so gently. You wondered for a moment if you’d imagined it. He pulled you in and deepened the kiss, holding onto you like you might be torn away at any moment. You gradually backed up until your back was pressed against the wall. His touch addicting, your deprived heart drew his in.
“We probably shouldn’t do this here,” he hummed. You paused to listen to his reasoning, but Hunter continued to leave long kisses along your neck, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
“I think you’re right,”
Hunter sighed and stood straight, peering longingly down at you. His voice was velvet to your ears. “I missed you, meshla,”
“Yes, but this isn’t the best place… Later?”
He grinned, tilting your chin up between his finger and thumb. He lowered his tone and said, “Anything for you, cyare.”
“Hmm, I bet they’re wondering what’s taking so long.”
“Frankly, if any of them don’t know at this point, I’d be shocked.”
You took his hand and left a final lingering kiss on his lips. “We still don’t want one of your bored brothers coming back here and seeing something he shouldn’t.”
“Maybe I don’t mind,” he slinked his arms back around you. As if on queue the cockpit’s door hissed open and Hunter jolted back, eyes wide as his face of horror donned. Wrecker froze, staring at him. Crosshair’s face melted into that of a sly cat.
You burst out laughing.
Famous last words.
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Happy one year anniversary to the ending of my absolute fav Star Wars show. I can not believe the Bad Batch ended a year ago. Like how?
This show means so much to me and I will forever be grateful that it exists. Cause I’m so happy that it does. From the amazing compelling characters to the addictive stories, the bad batch is in my opinion, one of the best Star Wars shows. Thank you for giving us clone force 99.
Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo and Omega will always have a special place in my heart. And I hope this show wasn’t the last we see of them.
I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of clones taking holos after missions they’re particularly proud of. Also, I love the Dad Batch as much as the next, but I ADORE their Frat Bro days!
(One day I’ll stop drawing clones in T-shirts and put them in proper gear, but today is not that day.)
