Shower Time For The 501st

shower time for the 501st

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

Only You

You try desperately to talk some sense into imperial!Crosshair

A/N: I hope my tag list works this time Tumblr keeps eating them. So I apologize if I haven't tagged you and you wanted to be tagged. I am going to only do one taglist because it's easier for me to keep track of. Whumptober 2022. Today's prompt is Nowhere to Run (Confrontation).

Warnings: Blaster injuries. Emotional pain. Mentions of injury, pain, and blood.

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Rain plastered your hair to your forehead and chilled you to the bone. Your sodden uniform hung limply as you stood on the landing pad facing the stoic sniper in black. Neither of you moved.

"I did this for you!" you finally croaked, trying and failing to hold back the tears, "I came back for you!"

Crosshair was infuriatingly silent as he stared back with seemingly uncaring eyes.

"I joined the Empire for you!" Your voice shook with both anger and grief.

"I didn't ask you to!" he snarled back, suddenly breaking his stoic facade. He spun on his heel, abruptly ending the conversation on his terms.

"Don't you dare do this! Don't you dare leave me. Not again!"

He paused and for a fleeting second you thought he'd changed his mind - that you did actually mean something to him. But that hope was unrealistic. You knew that now and it broke your heart.

"In two hours the airspace will be shut down. No one comes in, no one leaves. I suggest you get on a shuttle before then." he said evenly.

"Crosshair, I don't have anywhere else to go." He didn't respond, still standing with his back towards you. "I can't go back to your brothers. You know I can't." It had been six months since you'd left the Marauder. Six months since you followed Crosshair into Imperial service. They weren't coming back for you and there was no way your pride would allow you to come crawling back to them. There was no way you could go back - not without consequences.

***

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Hunter stood in front of the hatchway, blocking your exit. He wasn't yelling, but he was angry. You looked away, unwilling to face the disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm going to get Crosshair back by myself since obviously none of you care enough," your voice shook despite the effort to keep it strong. You paused, "and that's pretty sad considering he's your brother."

Hunter said nothing but you could see him tense. You looked him in the eye as if to challenge him and he stared back just as hard.

"That's not fair and you know it, y/n. Crosshair meant - Crosshair means alot to all of us. I made a decision to keep us all safe." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Then turning on your heel, you sharply walked away from him.

"Then you made the wrong one."

"Y/n!" Hunter called after you. You paused and spun back around. Hunter's face had softened, "I'm sorry. I know he meant a lot to you."

"You don't know shit!" You were yelling now, "I will do whatever it takes to bring him home!" Hunter's gaze darkened again, grabbing your shoulder. The grip was strong but his hand shook ever so slightly.

"Y/n, I am not going to let you kill yourself over a stupid crush!" He raised his voice to match yours. You froze, then ripped your shoulder from his grasp and stalked back to your bunk, throwing the privacy curtain around it.

Hunter's stomach dropped as he watched you go. He shouldn't have said what he said. It was said in a fit of anger and he really hadn't meant it. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Echo peeked around the corner from the cockpit. He'd heard the whole thing. They all did; it was a small ship.

"I think -" he was cut off as Hunter raised a hand and shook his head.

"I know. I'll go talk to her."

Echo shook his head, placing a hand on the sargent's shoulder.

"Give her some time to cool off," he paused hesitantly, "and you could use some time too. Go get some rest. Tech and I will share watch. We'll talk to her in the morning."

Hunter knew he was right of course but that didn't help how annoyed and guilty he felt. He sighed, "You're probably right."

The next morning you were gone. Tech and Echo had passed out quickly with the help of a light sedative you'd put in their caf. No one saw you leave but they all knew where you had gone.

***

Another excruciating moment of silence from Crosshair. It seemed to last an eternity.

"You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out." He adjusted the rifle on his back and swiftly began walking back inside the compound. "You don't belong here."

"I do belong here, Cross! I belong with you!" you sobbed. If he heard you he didn't acknowledge it.

"I love you!" You said softly. The wind must have carried your voice further than you thought because Crosshair paused,

"No you don't."

He walked into the compound.

***

You didn't hear the rifle go off, nor did you feel the heat as the blast burned through your chest. You didn't feel the ground as it violently rose to meet your battered body. You didn't see Crosshair freeze, turning around just in time to see you hit the ground - just in time to see the Marauder land and his brothers run out. At least you were safe. He'd take care of the sniper who'd shot you, damn the consequences. No one was allowed to take you out but him.

"CROSSHAIR!" a gutteral scream of your own pain and heartbreak reverberated through your ears as you were lifted off the ground like you weighed nothing. You tried to fight but found that movement only brought excruciating pain. You struggled anyway, screaming through the pain and your rage at being dragged away from the man you once loved. The man you still loved.

"It'll be okay, ad'ika. It'll be okay. I've got ya." The adrenaline wore out quickly, sapping away your energy, leaving only the overwhelming pain.

"Crosshair," you mumbled and then coughed, feeling something wet dribble down your lips. The arms carrying you pulled you closer and quickened his pace.

"Nah," he tried to joke, "it's Wrecker!" You didn't respond. "Hey. Hey!" Wrecker's voice jolted you awake again. "Keep yer eyes open. Keep those sweet eyes open for me, ad'ika." You could hear the others running over. Flitting in and out of consciousness, you could only catch their voices in bits and pieces.

"...no time..."

"...go..."

"... Crosshair..."

More blaster fire.

Then suddenly you were in the Marauder.

"Get her on the table, Wrecker. Echo get us out of here!"

Tech.

In the next moment of lucidity you were laying on something hard, the cold metal biting into your skin.

"Help me get her armor off. Now, Hunter!" Tech sounded firm. Urgent. Afraid. Tech sounded terrified. Strong hands expertly unclipped and carefully removed the armor and you screamed. A large hand brushed hair out of your sweaty face.

"Everybody back up! Give me room to work!"

More pain - sharp and excruciating, dragging the air from your lungs in an icy gasp.

Everyone was yelling.

Everyone was so angry.

At me, you thought. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes.

"Where...where's Cross?" you mumbled. Tech was trying to elicit a response from you but you didn't care. "Need him..."

***

You groaned as you came to. You were laying on something soft. A bunk.

It smelled faintly of gun cleaner. Acrid, but oddly comforting. Crosshair's bunk.

Crosshair.

You immediately went back to your last meeting with him.

"I love you!"

"No you don't."

That hurt. Everything hurt. You sniffed as tears pooled in your eyes and slid down the sides of your face. You didn't know if they were a result of physical pain or emotional pain. Probably both. Light footsteps tread carefully in your direction and you shut your eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

"I know you're awake, Kitten." a gruff voice quietly spoke. Your eyes flew open.

"Cross!? I...how!?"

"Hmm," he chuckled darkly and sat on the edge of your bed, his hand resting on your leg. "Doesn't matter. I'm here now."

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Hi could I req Luke skywalker x reader who has PoTS (postural tachycardia syndrome)? I recently got diagnosed and the effects have been taking a toll on my physical and mental health so I’d really appreciate it. Thanks!

I really hope you're ok. I'm sorry that it took me a couple of days to answer this ask. Be safe and be careful! Also I am not very familiar with PoTS so I'm sorry if I make some mistakes or write something that is inacurrate. Hope you like it!

First of all, this guy would worry more than you. And I mean it. I can imagine him stay awake at nights, only to make sure you're okay.

He would make the biggest research on PoTS and would make sure you have everything you need.

He would make sure you eat healthy and you're hydrated

Whenever you felt lightheaded he would always be with you, trying to make you feel better.

He would always follow you around, and although in the beginning you are annoyed, in the end you are thankful

Whenever you would sit down or get up he would always be by your side

"Take it easy, sweetheart"

He would always go to doctor appointments with you

And if you ever felt like a burden? He would assure you otherwise. "You're the love of my life, are you serious? I can't imagine a world without you! You're the greatest, bravest and best person I've ever met! You are not, and will never be a burden to me. Ever!" he would almost yell and shower you with kisses and compliments.

He would also support you mentally

If you wanted to talk about something he would always be there

He is a very good listener and a better adviser

If you wanted to cry? He would hug you and wrap his arms around you. He hates seeing you like this, but he knows that crying is often a relief.

He would support you all way through

Star Wars men:Headcanons

When you ovethink

A/N: So I had this idea and I thought why not write this for everyone? Anyways hope you like it.

Also there might be a part 2

T/W: Bad writing, overthinking (is this even a warning?) um, I can’t think of anything else.

Keep reading

Two Sides

Pairings: crosshair x inquisitor gn reader

Summary: swayed to the path of the dark during the fall of the jedi, you feel isolated and alone. But you find yourself stationed on an Ice planet, as is your old fling crosshair. And after rekindling what you lost, you both find your light again.

Warnings: cannon violence, bit of angst

After the fall of the jedi, a new batch of force sensitives were hunted, children to be used for experiments, or to be trained to become sith filled with hate… You were filled with hate after your friends and family were slaughtered in front of your eyes on coruscant. You were only supposed to be there for a general's meeting to discuss the end of the war… But after the clones turned on you, you remembered slaughtering thousands of clones, rage all but consuming you.

They had killed your padawan, who was just a child thrust into this war that they didn’t deserve to be apart of… And then you ran into anakin, but he had blood on his robes just as you had blood on yours. He saw something in your eyes, and instead of attacking you he extended his hand to you.

“Join me”

he said, telling you how in this new empire you could feel free to be you, and embrace the anger you’ve suppressed for years. And you did just that, turning your back on the jedi, following anakin as he slaughtered the rest of the jedi on coruscant.

You split up after that but when Vader showed up at one of the planets you were hiding on, you knew it was time to embrace the hate, and the anger… and that made you one of the first inquisitors under Darth Vader's watch.

Currently you were stationed on an imperial base located on a snowy tundra, having command of your own little batch of clones which you already despised, you were tasked in aiding the imps with guarding a supply drop, amongst other things like protecting the delicate work inside.

You had your helmet fastened over your head, lightsaber resting on the clip you had on your back armor plate, easy to reach just in case anything were to happen. You were just staring forward, that was until you heard an interesting voice commanding some stormtroopers, more like arguing.

You turned your head in the direction of the arguing, spotting a taller man, taller than you, however he had an interesting familiarity about him… until you realized that this man who was arguing with storm troopers was the same man you had an… interesting night with quite a few years ago.

You started walking forward, your looming and otherwize terrifying masked appearance making the storm troopers straighten up right away. “Crosshair?” you called out, your sweet dulcet- yet crackly modified voice escaping through your helmet, catching the tall man’s ears. He quickly turned around to face you just as you removed your helmet, shaking your hair out of the loose braid that you had it in, offering him a gentle smile. You could still be kind at times… especially when it came to this man.

“Y/n… wow it's been…” Crosshair trailed off as you nodded, gripping your helmet in your hands as you looked at the troopers. “You three, you're excused. find duties elsewhere.” You ordered, your tone suddenly shifting to a harsher one, watching as the troopers sped off. You turned to crosshair again, seeing the spark in his eyes and the slight smirk on his lips.

“I think you’ve earned a break, hm? Come, we have much to discuss…”

That day was one that led to many others, despite you both working for the empire your conversations lead to a spark igniting in your core, the kind of spark that would lead back into the darkest of places. and it seemed to be doing the same for crosshair as well, as after a mission went awry where he was extremely injured, he ended up killing his commanding officer in response.

After that he got arrested before you could do anything, but you fled the empire after that and you began searching for any leads… which is when you found the bad batch again… and after confessing to all you’ve done, they still took you in.

It took some work, but all that hate and anger you kept holed up in your heart you released, and your kyber crystal faded to white as you reconstructed your weapon, your tool.

Your priority was saving crosshair… and then omega when she got taken too. But after months of searching and nothing coming up you started losing hope of ever finding the man you… you loved.

funny how the universe worked though, because after receiving coordinates from Omega and actually going to see her, you saw Crosshair again for the first time in months since he killed that officer. You ran to him, practically jumping into his arms as you kissed him, and it took a minute but he reciprocated, tightening his arms around you tightly as he did so.

You realized that the light side was never the jedi, and the power that came with them, but the attachments in friends and family, the bond that was created. and as long as you knew how to deal with the anger and pain of losing someone, you wouldn’t stray from the light again… Not with Crosshair by your side.