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“You weren’t loyal to me...I was one of you. You may have forgotten, but I haven’t.”
Gazing down at a holopad with the image of his squad all huddled together, it all comes flooding back to him. Not that he ever really forgot. They were...’Happier’ times...Right? If he truly cared as little as he claimed, why does it hurt so much?
You’ve seen Rex cry. Now it’s time to see this grumpy twig cry. (I’m actually very emotional towards him and making this deeply hurt my soul.) Newest painting that I’ve had so much fun making. I love TBB, and so I had to dedicate something to the most complicated and love-hate character in the series.
All aboard the sad train. I hope you feel as bad as I did making this.
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Important announcement and updates regarding my fic Ghost of Haddonfield! Please read.
So, I'll start off by saying a heartfelt thank you to everyone who has supported my journey through my writing hobby, I would not have continued it if it were not for the lasting love over these 4 years.
Yes, you heard me right. I started GOH in 2021 as a passion project. I've been so on and off with it over these years dealing with my health, depression and massuve lifestyle changes. In the span I started it till today, I got married, moved country, got a new apartment, 2 new pets, and have a passion for motorbiking.
Over the last while, I've finally returned to the drawing board and reviewed all the chapters I had released. Each chapter was subject to some change of wording, and you'll find the chapters are a good bit longer and better framed, I think.
But MinX! What happened to the old chapters released here? I can't find them!
I deleted them. Plain and simple. I wanted to wipe that all clean so I can re-post it all here again along with the masterlist to each chapter with links to my A03 so it's more organised.
If you'd like to view it on my A03 now before I get the chance to re-release each chapter here, then here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35811958/chapters/89301613
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Hi all! Don't know if anyone still follows me but that's alright! Sorry I've not been active here. I am still alive and well and I do plan on posting in the future again. I've just been super busy setting up my new life.
In March I got married to my wonderful Fiance and moved to Germany about a month or so ago to live with him. DHL is a fucking nightmare and in DHL nightmare style was a complete and utter shitshow to work with getting only a fraction of my stuff moved over here for a massive fee.
Also had to fly my dog here. A visa is in the works.
I also got a new puppy and am working on my art and commissions.
All in all its been an exhausting and stressful move and incredibly expensive. At least £6k if not more.
Hope you are all well and I love everyone who is still hanging around! 💗
Look, all I'll say about Halloween Ends is that I find it a complete and utter spit in the face to Michael. I don't want to spoil it much as some haven't watched it. I am completely devastated in the direction they took the film, and not everyone will hate it and that's completely fine.
Halloween kills (Which also got a lot of disappointment) was good up until the point they tried pushing this 'Evil Dies Tonight' narrative. Too much hospital scenes, took away from the rest of what the film could have been and the same went for Halloween ends. They waited too long to try new things with character development and romance, with a new character we had NO connection to. It was very out of the blue and I really think they disrespected Michael with how they put an end to things.
For me, I will not be accepting Halloween Ends as canon. I'm sorry if that steps on some toes, but I'm gonna completely forget Ends was ever a thing and pretend things got left as a cliffhanger for better ideas on Halloween Kills.
I understand a lot of the film also got cut out. I'm not sure as to why but it felt extremely rushed. That was not it and Michael was a cameo in his own god damn film. 2/5.
I can go into depth more on my opinions and review once people have had the chance and time to watch the movie and analyse it and processes it.
To me, that is kinda crazy because when I started on Tumblr I never intended to post anything. I came here with the intent to be that one silent individual just looking at people's content like "That's pretty neat."
I have met so many lovely, wonderful people on Tumblr whether they're artists or writers or anything else. Every comment I recieve is so incredibly friendly and just fills me with such warmth.
So, from the bottom of my heart, Thank you so much. I really enjoy creating content and will continue to post for as long as I can! 💗 My asks and writing requests are open at the moment so if you'd like to request a prompt (Can be sfw or nsfw) with any character from Starwars or The Slasher Fandom then go for it.
I made a post asking if you wanted to view some unfinished Clone fics, and the conclusion I came to was: Yes. Y'all want that good clone content. Thus, I've come to give you just that.
This storyline takes place after Kamino/Tipoca city is destroyed, so a bit after the final events of the last episode of TBB season 1! Please let me know if you want this to become a fully fledged story! 🥰
Warnings: Strong language, angst, fluff, some romance, NSFW (Hatefucking, sorta) Minors be gone.
Ps, This is the first time I've written NSFW. Apologies if it isn't up to scratch. 🤭🥴
Crosshair scoffs and rolls his eyes dismissively, flipping the toothpick to the opposite side of his mouth, "What would you know..."
"A hell of a lot more than you think I do," you spit back venomously, jumping up from your seat in front of him as your patience with him begins to wear thin throughout the day; your frustration simmering into irritation.
His eyes flick back to you, narrowed, expression visibly contorting. "Is that so?" He growls.
The words come out so malicious and sickeningly slow that it forms a pit in your stomach. He stands up and approaches you, stopping mere inches away. Crosshair was much taller and far more menacing up close, every wrinkle in his face accentuated with each little expression, the way his pupils dilate as he steps out of the shadows, how his honey-amber eyes seem to glow as if a match had just been lit from within them. His gaze pierces into you like a searing hot blade. In his voice, he implores, "And what, pray tell, do you know? Enlighten me..." His malice reverberates through the room; you feel as if a snake is coiling around your body; squeezing you.
As your gaze falls on him, you feel your body tense; every muscle clenches. "I know what you did... I witnessed everything at Gererra's camp," you whisper, trembling. "The people you murdered in cold blood." The words alone are enough to make your heart want to slam to stop, thinking about how easily he'd given the order to execute. "Innocent civilians, not soldiers, not criminals-People who were just trying to survive. Mothers, fathers, families..." Watching Crosshair's expression warp under the assault of his dark secret was another type of fear that will never leave your mind for as long as you live. A brand new level of spite just emerged, his eyes alight with pure yet restrained fury, like fangs sinking deeply into you and holding you in place but not yet enacting the killing bite. He remains deathly silent, the air eerily silent as time stands still.
"Blackmail then is it?" He seethes through partially clenched teeth.
"You asked me a question. I gave you the answer," you reply stiffly.
As if inspired by a thought, Crosshair softens his expression for a moment before flipping the toothpick back to the other side of his mouth once more, perking his brow in response, "Then here's another question. Why shouldn't I share your little secret?" A faint grin flashes across the corners of his lips as he slowly circles you, like a predator tracking its prey and pacing around it.
Your eyes follow him out of sight and then back in from the opposite side. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A soft huff leaves his nostrils as he makes another round, his narrow, golden-amber eyes flashing up to meet your own, glinting under the ship's lights, "Oh I think you do...You're just afraid of admitting that you're not shameless either."
"No," you clench your fists, "That's not true."
The sound of his footsteps ceases, stopping directly behind you. Every muscle in your body stiffens as a gloved hand nestles itself on your shoulder, squeezing firmly as his face hovers beside your ear; the warmth of his breath sweeping over your neck. "Don't play games, you're not convincing enough for that. Or you're just a very bad liar." He growls, his voice a baritone lower and substantially more gravelly. It sends shivers throughout your body, knowing full well how threatening he was-that sense of unease filling the deepening pit within your stomach as the stench of missions past radiates off him; Ash, metal, gunpowder and smoke, all filling your nostrils with each inhale. "I didn't take you for the pretending type. Perhaps I was wrong."
When the last thread of your patience frays away in nothingness, you tremble as your fists clutch at your sides, something inside you snaps, and an adrenaline rush surges through your body, violently shoving him backwards and twisting around to throw a sharp right hook aimed straight for his smug face, awaiting the impact of your knuckles to connect cleanly with his jaw.
But it never does.
In contrast to your own reaction time, Crosshair is quick to catch your fist in his palm just before it meets his jaw. His eyes linger briefly on your fist, before meeting your shock, if not horror, in the form of a narrow, dark scowl. "Pathetic..." He hisses before violently wrenching your arm behind your back and thrusting you forward, barely able to react before your body comes crashing into the side of the ship's frigid walls as he slams you into it full force, knocking the air from your lungs and jamming his abdomen into your lower back. You cry out as he twists your arm further, threatening to pop it out of its socket. An animalistic growl leaves your lips as you attempt to thrash but it only results in him applying more pressure to your shoulder. His entire weight has you pinned against the wall and nothing was stopping him from breaking your arm on the spot.
"Are you finished?" He snarls as he holds your arm in place whilst his other hand keeps your face pinned to the wall by the back of your neck; each slender finger digging into the skin harshly. A string of uncomfortable curses leaves your lips feeling your shoulder begin to burn and ache from being held in such an unnatural position, it makes every little movement agonising. Despite his physical strength, Crosshair possessed a slimmer physique that made him appear somewhat less lean than Hunter and more akin to Tech's frame. However, it was surprising to see just how heavy Crosshair still was in armour.
"Hypocrisy isn't a good look on you. You saw as much promise and potential in this new empire as I do now. Not only did you abandon that belief but me as well, and for what?" He pushes his frame into you roughly as the words roll bitterly from his tongue. Following a few passing moments, the two of you grow silent. What was there to say? Why are your words failing you now? The only sound the tense atmosphere is graced with is the smooth hum of the ship's engines and your heavy breathing combined. "You claim to know me. You make me out to be a heartless and cruel monster...But-" he pauses. It was only when Crosshair spoke again that the realization of his thumb lightly stroking up and down the back of your neck had dawned on you, and for a brief minute it tears your mind away from the burning in your shoulder. "-You couldn't be further from the truth." Despite not being able to see it, you know he's watching you-no, observing you. His gaze, his touch, his voice, and his scent combined with the searing pain in your arm becoming overwhelming.
What is it about dangerous men that humans crave so deeply? Since the beginning of time mothers and fathers have told their children to 'steer clear of that one' because he's 'a bad influence'. Perhaps it's true, maybe it's simply down to the naive mentality of the lonely believing that everyone can be fixed.
A cold shiver runs down your spine as you swallow, his thumb still stroking that one spot on your neck that threatened to make your legs buckle under your weight. As alluring as his touch is, it's simply a game to him; to use it as ammo against you some other time. Despite your body's desire to be close to him, your mind weeps against it and withdraws into itself. The urge to melt against him becomes overwhelming as you feel yourself leaning into his touch, sinking deeper into the inescapably steep pit of desire to not feel worthless.
It's evident that whatever is happening, is impacting Crosshair, finding that his grip on you weakened gradually. From the corner of your vision, you notice him eyeing you with a stare that seems more like one of longing than bitter judgment. His thumb tenderly traces over the same area he'd been caressing for the last few minutes whilst his other hand gradually releases your arm, allowing you to slip your wrist from his grasp, relief finally washing over you. You grit your teeth as sharp shooting pains overtake the joint, bent unnaturally for so long. He withdraws his fingers from your neck and trails them along the tender flesh of your shoulder. With incredibly delicate movements, his fingers slowly sweep over your curves as a lightly padded, stretchy jumpsuit protects the flesh beneath. His free hand takes hold of your waist, kneading tender circles into the fabric.
His touch is unnervingly intimate for someone so cold and indifferent, making you wonder what his true intentions with you were from the beginning. Is this what he had planned all along? Hate-fucking didn't seem like the right term, although he was undeniably the type of person to do exactly that. There is almost a sort of comfort in the attention, however. It isn't just that it comes from someone else-it's from him. Constantly butting heads has always been tiresome; over opinions, missions, or something else-everything else. There's only so long you can run from those inevitable feelings that are so powerful that they begin to tear you apart from within.
Fighting him isn't the right thing to do anymore. Perhaps fighting at all isn't the right thing to do. Facing a harsher truth than your feelings and emotions is what frightens you the most, though.
"I know you had the inhibitor chip removed long before you told them," you murmur weakly, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously. His fingers tighten and dig into you not seconds after the words leave your mouth. "And yet...You still act like we aren't family-that everyone aboard this ship wasn't a part of you."
Slowly and steadily, his hands slip down to your hips, urging you to turn your body toward him. The resistance in your hesitant turn is more than enough for him to know you don't want to look at him, but taking no for an answer is now out of the question. Not after all this confrontation. Crosshair gazes down at you, momentarily wordless as he scrapes together whatever words he can make. "I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'Blood is thicker than water', that doesn't apply here, not after-"
"You know they had no choice." You cut in sharply, tearing your eyes away from him as a heavy pang of guilt rips through your chest and into your lungs.
"And I did?"
"One mistake from Hunter and you want to condemn everyone. You punished people who did nothing to deserve your resentment. But I guess mistakes don't apply to you, do they?"
His harsh features twitch with a hint of bitterness as he digs his fingertips into your hip bones. From the way he looks at you, it's clear the statement pained him. "I never claimed to be the better person," he murmurs, removing the toothpick from his lips and flicking it away. "But I didn't choose a little girl over my brother. She was perfectly fine before, so what changed the moment we stepped back onto Kamino? You betrayed me, just like him."
Despite the tight squeezes Crosshair offered, your arms idle at your sides. "She is as much your sibling as Hunter is yours. He found a purpose, beyond just fighting other people's wars. Why is that such a terrible concept?"
"We already have a purpose!" He urges. "We're soldiers, not babysitters. We were designed to be weapons."
In spite of wanting to be close to him, you felt out of place when Crosshair saw himself as nothing more than the empire's weapon. "You are so blindly loyal to this absurd and inhumane idealism that you wouldn't even acknowledge that it was wrong if it hit you in the face! And it has, repeatedly!" You pry his hands from your hips and shove him away from you, allowing you the room you need to breathe before losing your temper again fully. Despite the constant frown carved into his features, the shove surprises him, offering an incredibly faint touch of shame woven into his expression after he stops himself from staggering backwards. "For kriffs sake Cross, you're not a droid! You are so much more than that...How can I possibly convince you when you insist on burying your head in the ground? I once believed the empire may have been able to achieve everything the republic struggled with. I had hope. That was before I was witness to the atrocities they enacted on innocent civilisations. I did what I had to in order to secure the day where I could leave it all behind because I knew it was wrong."
You can see the glint of remorse within his eyes, masked behind a thick wall of jealousy and pride. His fists curl into tight balls by his sides. "I don't need your pity. Especially not when you defend his actions."
"There's a lot of things you need right now, Cross, one of which is a healthy dose of my boot up your-"
"I strongly advise you not to finish that sentence," he offers before slowly backing you into the corner of the room until your body is caged by his armoured frame, supporting himself against the wall whilst his hand finds itself directly beside your head. The tremble of your arm as you lift it to reveal the small red button on your wrist commlink indicates the poorly masked fear in your current position. Crosshair could easily kill you right now if he just so desired and nobody would be able to reach you in time to stop it, but is he truly the cold-blooded murderer you saw before?
His cold, emotionless gaze flits to the device, though he seems completely unfazed. In fact, he appears to find it slightly amusing for the briefest of seconds. "Go on then. Do it." He whispers as he leans in closer, close enough to feel the threatening warmth of his breath caressing your flushed face.
"Is that a request or a threat?" You bite back whilst hovering your finger over the button and holding his steady eyes with your own in a tense staredown. He remains silent, simply keeping his attention trained solely on you. Within those liquid amber eyes swirled a smug confidence that you wouldn't press that button. And it's true. You couldn't. The second you alert the others with a distress signal Crosshair wouldn't dare consider giving you the satisfaction of another reunion, as bittersweet as it may be. Regardless of how difficult he was to be around, it never took away from the fact you never stopped caring about him even if he couldn't see that.
As you squeeze your eyes closed, you sigh and lower your hand from the commlink. You scowl in defeat and avert your gaze as warm tears prickle and sting your eyes. You aren't ready to say goodbye again. Not yet. But, how can you want a man who refuses to escape the obsession of duty and violence? A gentle set of gloved fingers ghost over your cheek, brushing aside and tucking away the messy locks of hair that draped across your face. He lifts your chin and drags the pad of his thumb tenderly across your cheek to wipe away the small streams of salted tears. When you open your eyes, his are already locked with your own, yet they retained a tender warmth within them that you'd only seen on the very rarest of occasions, if ever.
"I don't want to fight you anymore, Cross...I can't," you whisper dryly, leaning into his touch as your voice weakens.
He leans forward, his face nearly touching your own. "Then don't…" he murmurs before his lips come crashing down onto your own to lock you into a rabid yet longing kiss, unconcerned for the scratch of his gritty stubble grating across your chin. Your lips meld into one another, letting out breathy grunts and moans into his mouth. Your teeth cling to his lower lip before he envelopes you in another feral kiss, the guttural growl of desire reverberating through his lungs as his hands frantically search for your hips to wrench your body against his and press your back against the wall harshly. In that split second before his touch, every nerve in your body and brain is electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.
There is something unique about his kiss, something that stirs the passions within. Could it have been the promise of realness, of the primal desire that resides inside us all? Whatever it is, it feels incredible. It feels real, it feels like it should.
Crosshair's fingers squeeze your hips, slipping his hands over your rear and plunging his fingers into the soft and pliable flesh, practically clawing into each cheek as he grinds his armoured pelvis into yours, rocking against them and huffing hungry breaths against your damp and swollen lips nearly bruised from his desperate nipping before trailing to your collarbone and grabbing onto the fragile canvas of skin stretched across the bone. A sharp hiss leaves your mouth when he bites down, shivering from the sensation of his slick tongue gliding over the minor mark. Becoming impatient, he rips away the protective plates covering his hips and thighs until he's down to just his blacks, allowing the now insignificant black armour to clatter loudly to the floor and revealing the painfully hard bulge concealed beneath the stretchy material. "Last chance..." he breathes out, his plated chest rising and falling in quick, heavy waves as he releases the skin from between his teeth and lips with a wet pop to leave behind a deep purple bite mark.
"Shut up and make it worth it," you pant in shaky whispers as you catch his mouth with your own. The obvious upward curl of devious smirk forms as he presses against your lips, his teeth grinding and nipping aggressively at anything they can find. When he finally pulls away to search out your neck and latch onto it his hands begin to circle your hips, aggressively ripping down the thin layer of fabric over your legs; underwear and all. Instinctively your hand comes to his crotch, inciting a harsh growl from the rugged clone whilst his erection twitches eagerly beneath your palm. With a quick swipe of his boot, he kicks away the pile of scratched black armour and the lower half of your two-part jumpsuit.
Resting his palm overtop your hand currently fondling him, Crosshair pushes it against his twitching bulge harder before allowing you to unfasten the restricting fabric-his cock finally springing free of its uncomfortably tight garment. Grabbing you firmly by the waist, he hauls you up in an instant as though you weighed absolutely nothing, resulting in the loss of your balance and triggering the instinctive reaction of clinging to him so as not to topple backwards. Taking advantage of your hold around his neck, Crosshair releases your waist and, pressing you into the wall, passes his hands from under your thighs, lifting your legs and hooking them around his torso. Keeping his face bored into your neck and holding you firmly between himself and the wall, he begins to slowly rock his hips back and forth and caress your already slick sex with his cock, letting his length glide between your folds, teasing you and playing with you despite his desperation. Your cheeks flush a warm shade of dusted pink as he grins, peppering a line of delicate kisses up the flesh until he stops at your ear. Panting hot breaths into it he grabs his cock, using the tip to better part your slick folds and keeping it pressed against your entrance without yet penetrating.
With one, single fluid motion he breaches you, allowing a hot and shaky breath reverberate against your ear. It's not the feral and brutal pace you'd initially expected however, no, far from it. Instead, each shallow thrust comes gently at first, small dives kissing behind your pubic bone to simply allow your hips to follow his rotations every time the tip enters and withdraws. You had to want it, you had to beg him to give you more. He wanted you to need him. What's the point in resisting any longer when every interaction always circles back to the place you started from? No matter how much you tried, it never worked. This wasn't about merely blowing off some steam, it's far more than that. It's incredibly personal, not just to you but for him. It's remembering the look of utter betrayal on Crosshair's face the moment he'd intersected you at the spaceport with the few belongings you had left. No words exchanged, just the expression of a man who thought he found someone he could finally trust, leaving him behind as well. Just as his brothers did. That expression will never leave you for as long as you live.
As if he'd somehow caught wind of your thoughts, his hips suddenly snap forward aggressively, forcing the entirety of himself into your slick warmth and ripping a choked cry from your lips before squeezing your eyes shut from the fiery throb welling within the depths of your stomach that already begun to ache and spasm with every thrust. He groans as he pushes himself to your very core, massaging his hardness into your heat as far as he can reach. It hurts, It fucking burns, but all the same, it's like nothing else you'd ever experienced. Not even back in the days of your involvement with him as the Empire's information agent had he fucked you like this-verging on possessiveness. His thrusts become animalistic and desperate, seemingly sparing no thought or consideration for your own pain nor pleasure, as though he was beginning to chase his high a little too fast for your liking. With each push, his hands squeeze and claw into your rear harder, undoubtedly leaving bruising behind. The sensation of him driving himself into your depths over and over again is enough to send you plummeting over the edge, but it's too soon. You need more. He needs more. This is more than just hate-fucking.
You throw your head back, unable to contain the obscene whimpers and noises that tumble from your lips whilst dragging your nails across the hard black armour over his shoulders, only encouraging him to set an even rougher pace. Crosshair keeps his face buried into the crook of your neck, leaving an endless number of painful, dark hickeys scattered over the once untouched skin, now tainted with the result of every emotion being unleashed at once. Bearing the entirety of these emotions, your jaw flexes under gritted teeth as your lungs gasp for precious air with every cry and moan, screaming out his name between thrusts until you're practically begging. But for what? His forgiveness? His love? His understanding that you weren't the traitor he viewed you as? "Cross.." You breathe, "Oh, Cross!" Moan after cry after whimper, repeating his name like your life depended on it.
His face finally leaves your neck, allowing you to in turn conceal yours into his own, desperate to muffle your absurd cries of excruciating ecstasy. His breathing is ragged and messy, continuing his chase for not only his climax but yours. The feeling of the devastating fullness he pushed in between your still lubricated, warm and sensitive walls was willingly accepted by your trembling, sweat-drenched body the longer it went on for. The whining bleep of your wrist communicator tears you away from his neck, although the irritated growl of displeasure rumbles through his lungs it doesn't stop Crosshair from continuing to piston his hips up into just as savagely as before. "Don't answer it," he grunts, squeezing and kneading his fingers into the flesh of your rear again.
You wince, offering the faintest of scowls in response as your eyes find the flashing red button on your wrist. "But it's-"
"I don't give two shits who it is," he snarls, his frustration leaking into his rhythm with a few painfully violent thrusts. "They can wait."
You nod, burying your face into his shoulder again, but his right hand leaves your bruised ass cheek to gently sit atop the back of your head before lightly dragging his fingertips through several silky locks of hair, a far gentler mannerism than what his animalistic pace would suggest. His voice softens, tapping the fingers along your scalp. "Look at me…" That's all you need to hear, willingly doing as he requests and parting your face from his armoured shoulder to lean back and gaze at him all whilst trying to keep your composure with the building pressure swelling within your aching belly. His eyes lock with your own, entangling his fingers within your hair again as you scan over his sweat glistened face just as he'd demanded. With one gentle push of his hand, your lips connect again in a feral kiss, but it's not one of hate, unlike how his rhythm was demonstrating. It's longing, passionate and full of emotional craving.
Soft yet pleading moans pass your lips as a wave of electrifying jolts shoot through your muscles, building up the pressure more and more with every slam. With each thrust, Crosshair continues rocking his hips against you, another groan escaping from his lips as he cradles the back of your head. As soon as your dazed eyes meet his again, still ferocious and doting at the same time, the slight feeling of nausea that grips your stomach achieves nothing: you push it down, suffocating it, and without realizing it you are already grinding against him as if pleading him for your combined release. You know you're close, so close to exploding, the overwhelming wave of pleasure swelling bigger and bigger within your depths.
With a final strong snap of his hips, Crosshair breaks through your last resistance into your sweet spot, snapping like a spring at its absolute limits. The wave overwhelms you, the shock of a thousand convulsive spasms throwing you into an irresistible frenzy. He pulls away from you just in time to be able to gaze at you as you're overwhelmed by your immense orgasm; your eyes disappearing into the back of your head, mouth agape with unbearable pleasure. Under your unstoppable convulsions your back arches, legs trembling under the might of the gigantic wave. His pace begins to falter as your walls squeeze and suck him greedily, before ultimately following your high and coming undone. After another few rough thrusts, he hastily rips himself out from your spasming walls and shoves all of his weight against you; jamming your back into the wall as he huffs into your neck, releasing rope after rope of his load directly onto your stomach.
After a few passing moments of simply clinging to each other in the afterglow whilst coming down from your highs, Crosshair steps back from the wall still keeping you supported against his chest with both hands hooked under your rear and legs locked around his waist. He carries you out of the hallway and into the uncomfortably small sleeping quarters where everyone usually shares the same space to sleep, the few bunk beds already neatly made, possibly by Omega, Hunter or Tech, all lined against the wall in the shadowed room. He sets you down on the lowest bed gently, allowing you to slip off from his hips then leaves the room before returning a few moments later fully readjusted with several armour plates in his arm and a fresh set of garments as well as a small yet clean cloth in the other, tossing the new set of black leggings and cloth onto your lap without uttering a single word. Strangely enough, there's already a new toothpick in his mouth. You eye it curiously, quirking a brow in silent contemplation before sighing and taking a minute to clean up and pull on the clean clothes, occasionally flitting your gaze to watch as he reattaches his scratched armour. It was strange, watching him adorn armour that he never used to wear, something that doesn't represent what Clone Force 99 fought for. Peace, respect, an overall better chance to live free and happy.
You clear your throat, leaning forward on the bed as you fold up the damp, sweat-drenched clothes. "I suspect Hunter and the others will be back soon, seeing as though I failed to check-in on time."
Crosshair continues clipping the armour plating back into place, throwing a dull if not dismissive glance in your direction. Although it no longer holds the fiery resentment from before, you can still sense the detachment in his actions and words. He's distant, cold, perhaps even conflicted. There's so much left to be said, but it doesn't take a genius to work out that now isn't the time to discuss it again. Not yet. You would likely share the same resentment that he does for his brothers and you had roles been reversed if it were you he'd abandoned. He stands up, snatching his rifle and helmet from the floor and tucking it under one arm.
A part of you instinctively wants to reach out and grab him by the arm and plead for him not to leave, the other part wants to convince him he's selfish and brainwashed, but the only words you can think of tumble from your lips with as much enthusiasm as one can muster when saying goodbye to the one person that makes your heart race. "I'm sorry, Cross…" you murmur.
He pauses just in front of the Marauder's doors as they hiss open, watching as the docking ramp extends slowly to the ground. His head angles towards you for a brief second, catching the faintest glimpse of his eyes that glistened with what appeared to almost have been tears before he slips the helmet back over his head, uttering only a few strained words through his voice comm before leaving you alone until the next encounter. "As am I…"
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