No Time To Die

No Time To Die

Crosshair x reader

A/N: This is my first crosshair x reader so sorry if it sucks, might be a series.

T/W: Blood, post order 66,  imperial crosshair never happened , enemies to lovers, injuries, violence, language, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 1,434

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Not A Monster

Summary: Your father was a monster, his death was the best thing that ever happened to the stretch of land your family ruled. As it happened, though, the people your family was responsible for decided that they were done with your family as a whole. You’re not sure that you deserved to be cursed for your family’s crimes, though.

Pairing: Pre-Crosshair x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2018

Prompt: Beauty and the Beast AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I kind of really love this idea, but I didn't want it to be too long, so I stopped after they meet. I hope you like it!

You were about five years old when the curse took hold of your family and the people who worked for your family. Too young for you to understand why your father was a bad man.

Too young to understand what was happening to you.

Honestly, you don’t remember your father at all. Outside of some vague memories of a deep voice and a massive red beard. And you barely remember your mother. You have some vague recollection of a soft voice singing a lullaby but that’s it.

You haven’t seen your mother since the curse took hold.

According to the employees, your mother has confined herself to her tower and refuses to come out until the curse is broken. You wonder how she expects the curse to break if she’s hiding away, but when you voice that to your nanny, you get swatted and shushed.

You have caught a glimpse of your mother’s new form, though no one knows that except you. Easily the size of a bear, with some kind of black ooze that drips from her body, claws the length of a small child, and acid dripping from a mouthful of fangs.

Her appearance triggered some kind of instinctual terror inside you, and you haven’t tried to even speak to her in a couple of years.

You’re lucky that your new appearance isn’t half as monstrous.

Oh, you’re clearly something other than human. Your skin, hair, and horns are the color of ash, you have a long prehensile tail that you use to hang from the rafters when you want to play. Your hands and feet have sharp, strong, claws that allow you to climb effortlessly. Your eyes are a luminous yellow, allowing you to see very well at night, but you’re practically blind during the daylight hours.

You’re also a bit small, standing at your full height you’re almost 5 feet tall. According to the manor doctor (who was turned into a bull), tells you that you should be at least 7 inches taller, based on your mother and father, so your height has to be a side effect of the curse.

Your nanny, who was changed to look like a sheepdog due to the curse, tells you that you look like a little imp.

The chef, who somehow turned into over two dozen mice, likes to say that you’re lucky that you’re still mostly bipedal. 

The gardener has turned into a large polar bear, so you spend much time helping him in the garden. Your claws appear to have been designed for climbing rather than digging, but you’re good enough at it that you haven’t been shooed away.

But, in full honesty, you look almost human. Human enough that, with long enough robes and head coverings, and with the able guidance of your nanny, you’re able to go down to the market and buy food for the people who live in the manor.

So far as the people in town are aware, you’re nearly blind and have a skin condition that is made worse by exposure to sunlight. And, for the most part, people are accepting of it. They avert their eyes, and chide their children if they stare too long, and leave you and nanny alone to do your shopping.

In the, almost, 100 years since your family was cursed, you’ve watched the small town grow into an active, and bustling city. Your full body covering is no longer seen as something strange, as several religious women in town dress very similarly to you.

Of course, this leads people to believe that you’re also a religious woman. Luckily, you don’t care enough to correct them of their confusion. If people want to think that you’re religious, and if that belief causes them to not question you too much, you’re happy to let them have their beliefs.

On this particular shopping day, it’s bright and hot. You’re barely able to see when it’s sunny outside as it is, but today it’s just miserable. And not only because it’s bright enough that it hurts.

But also because it’s hot enough that your robe is sticking to your skin.

“This is the worst day ever, Nan.” You announce to the panting sheepdog lying in the fountain next to you.

I did tell you we should have come yesterday. Nan replies as she rolls around in the cool water, It’s only going to get hotter as the day goes on. We should hurry.

“You smell like a wet dog.”

I am a wet dog. What’s your excuse?

You huff out a laugh and open your notebook that carries the list of everything that you need to buy for the next week. You’re unable to read what is written on the page, stupid sun, but the librarian made sure that the list was also written in braille.

You slide your finger across the raised letters, swiftly reading the list.

It’s a standard list, there’s nothing there that isn’t normal.

Good, it means that you don’t have to deal with anyone new. “Come on, Nan. Let’s get this done and go home.” You stand from where you were sitting on the edge of the fountain and walk several feet away.

You hear Nan jump out of the water, and then there are squeals of laughter from a handful of children as she shakes the water out of her fur. She hurries to your side and you lightly grab the harness as she presses her wet body against your leg.

“Awful,”

Suck it up. Grocery store?

“Grocery store.” You agree, allowing the large dog to guide you through the busy streets to the store.

It takes you and Nan several hours to finish your shopping, and the shopkeepers are nice enough to load up your cart for you while you run through the list to make sure that you’re not missing anything.

Once you’re sure that you didn’t miss anything, you clamber up on the cart and are about to give the order to the horse (who is actually the steward of the manor) to bring you and Nan home, when someone stops next to the cart.

“Excuse me,”

You turn and squint at the man speaking to you, you’re pretty sure he has silver hair, but that’s about the only detail you can make out, “Yes?”

“I’m looking for an inn or someplace like that.” He says, “Can you point me in the right way?”

“The only Inn was the Starlight Inn…but it burned down two months ago. Got struck by lightning.”

He’s quiet for a moment, “Please tell me you’re joking,”

“Fraid not. It’s still being rebuilt. But we had a wet spring, and it’s slowed work.”

“So there’s nowhere to stay?”

“You can reach out to the church?” You offer, “Or…” You hesitate, “Never mind. The church is probably your best bet.”

“You sounded like you were going to give a second option,” The man says.

“Well, my place has plenty of free space, but,” You shrug, “You’re not going to want to stay there.”

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’ll take ‘it’s complicated’ over a church any day of the week.” The man replies dryly.

You tilt your head and stare at him for a long moment, and then you nod, “Alright. Hop up.” You motion for Nan to hop into the back of the cart, which she does with a huff, and the man settles on the bench next to you. Then, with a smile he can’t see, you introduce yourself.

“Crosshair,” He replies, “Are you able to actually steer this thing?”

“No need. Jace, we’re going home.” You call to the stallion, who releases a noise and starts on the path home. You don’t even bother to pick up the reins, and instead lean back against the cart.

It takes about 30 minutes for the cart to turn down the gravel, and heavily shaded, path that leads back to the manor, and it’s about that time that Nan pops up from the back. You should warn him.

You hum your agreement, and sit up, “So, about the it’s complicated.” You say as you get your first proper look at him. Dark skin, dark eyes, silver hair, and a crosshair tattooed around one of his eyes. He’s handsome, you think absently.

“Yeah?”

“About 100 years ago, my father was cursed.” You explain, “Unfortunately, he had the poor manners to die before the curse set in fully, so all of the people who lived in his home were cursed instead, including myself, my mother, and our employees.”

“Cursed?”

“Yeah,” You tug your hood off, and blink at him, “See.”

Crosshair stares at you, his gaze lingering on your grey skin, and then sliding up to your horns (they’re not very long, kind of stubby, actually). “Huh.”

That…was not the reaction you were expecting.

“I even have a tail,” You offer helpfully.

Crosshair’s gaze focuses back on your eyes, “I bet you don’t see during the day very well.”

At his comment, you cross your arms and pout, “No. But my night vision is unmatched. And I can climb better than anyone, and can hang from my tail.”

“You almost look like a gargoyle.” 

Your jaw drops, and you puff up to your full height, which isn’t a lot, “I am not a gargoyle!”

“I didn’t say that you were, just that you looked like one.” He has a small smirk on his lips, “Anyway, does everyone else look like you, imp?”

You glare at him, “No. The employees were turned into animals,” At that you point to Nan, “She was my nanny, and he,” You point at the stallion, “Is the manor’s steward. Our chef turned into 24 mice.”

“Ah, and your mother?”

“Ah, well,” You shiver, even under the heat of the day, “Mother looks like a monster. But you won’t have to worry about that. Mother never leaves her tower.”

The cart comes to a stop in front of the manor, and you hop off the bench. You squirm and shimmy out of the robes, leaving you clad in the tank top and biking shorts that you much prefer (because you can cut a tail hole in them without ruining the stability of the shorts) and you swiftly unhook Jace from the cart.

Crosshair stares at you for a moment, “You don’t look like a monster, imp.” He says as he climbs down, grabs a handful of bags, and then, bemusedly, gives them to Jace. “In fact, you’re kind of cute.”

You blink at him, stunned, and then clamp your hands over your burning face, “You can’t just say things like that!”

“Why not? It’s true.” His smirk widens when he sees just how flustered you are, “Don’t tell me no one’s told you that you’re cute before?”

“Of course not! No one’s seen me since I was human!”

“Well then, lucky me. I get you all to myself.”

You stare at him, genuinely at a loss for words, and Crosshair winks at you, and grabs another bag, “Where am I bringing this?”

Nan, having decided that Crosshair needs to stay, bounds over to him. Follow me, young man. I’ll show you to the kitchen and then your room.

Crosshair blinks at her, and then nods, “Alright. Thank you, Nan.”

Jace chortles from where you’re loading him up with bags, Well now, He says, If that’s not a chance to break the curse, then I don’t know what is.

Your face heats, “Hush, you. You’re putting the cart before the horse. For all you know, he’ll only stay for a couple of nights, and then he’ll move on.”

Is there any harm in hoping, boss? Jace asks as he nudges you with his nose, I know we told you that hoping was foolish…but that was wrong of us.

You sigh and shake your head, “Come on, Jace. Let’s get everything inside.”

As you follow Jace into the kitchen you see Crosshair talking to Chef, and you can’t help the small smile that crosses your face.

Maybe, just maybe, a little hope wouldn’t be too bad.

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.

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shower time for the 501st

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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