I Want To Hate You- Crosshair x Reader
Author’s Note: Okay this is a draft that I have had FOREVER and I don’t love it but I thought eh what the heck I’ll just post it anyways.
Plot Summary: Crosshair hates the idea of having a Jedi General leading them in missions. He hates it even more when he realizes it’s becoming harder and harder for him to dislike you.
Crosshair hated you. He despised every single thing about you. He hated your gentle nature and kind personality, the way that you were so accepting of him and his brothers despite their differences. He hated the way that you brought positivity and peace even in the most difficult and stressful moments. He hated how you would smile at him so fondly even though his expressions towards you were cold and distant, the way that you addressed him so kindly despite his best efforts to push you away. More than anything, he hated the way that his heart would skip a beat every time your eyes met or each time you would flash him that beautiful smile of yours. He completely and absolutely hated you.
The five of you had just finished a long and tiresome mission and were slowly working your way back towards the Havoc Marauder. Crosshair couldn’t help but allow his eyes to glance in your direction. His advanced eyes scanned over your features, absentmindedly admiring your beauty even after an intense battle. Your bright eyes stared ahead, glancing up to the sky or down to the ground every so often. Your cheeks were flushed a rosy pink due to the intense fighting and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering your smooth skin. Your soft, delicate lips were upturned in the smallest of smiles. His gaze lingered there for longer than he would have liked.
You could sense his stare and turned to look at him, offering a warm smile. In return, he simply rolled his eyes and looked away with a scowl on his face. By doing so, he missed the hurt that flashed across your features. He missed the way that your smile fell and the sparkle had left your eyes. Ever since you had arrived to join The Bad Batch as their Jedi General, Crosshair made you feel unwelcome. The other men told you not to worry and that Cross just wasn’t a very talkative guy, but it was clear to you that he wanted nothing to do with you. It left you to wonder what you had done wrong to make him hate you so much.
Luckily, when you and the other boys had made it back to the Havoc Marauder, Tech and Wrecker kept you occupied with friendly conversation. It still didn’t stop your mind from wandering to the stoic sharpshooter who seemed to despise your very existence. As Wrecker was enthusiastically explaining the way that he had ripped apart an impressive amount of battle droids, it was your turn to observe the silver-haired sniper. He had very sharp features, his mouth set in a line. His expression remained hardened and emotionless, and it seemed as though that man would always be a mystery to you. Your curious eyes fixated on the intricate tattoo that surrounded his eye and-
“___?” Tech’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you turned to face him, a light blush on your cheeks. You met his eyes and immediately recognized the look he was giving you. Understanding. He understood what you were feeling. His brows knitted together and his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze. Tech had become a very close friend of yours over the few months you’d been working with The Bad Batch. Being as intelligent and observant as he is, he was quick to pick up on the fact that you had acquired some strong feelings for their sniper from your body language and expressions. He, of course, was incredibly kind and caring as always, assuring you that Cross would come around eventually and warm up to you in time. That, however, was looking less promising every day.
Once you had returned from the mission, you had some time to rest before meeting up with Master Obi-Wan and Commander Cody for another “suicide mission” as you all liked to call them. The boys had all gone to their quarters to get some much deserved rest while you decided to get some caf to attempt to clear your head. The moment you entered the room down the hall, your eyes fixated on the sniper who just happened to be there as well. You sucked in a breath, your heart pounding hard in your chest. It couldn’t hurt to say something to him, right? You managed to upturn your lips in a small smile, glancing his way.
“Fine.” His expression was unchanging, voice low and monotonous. He continued whatever it was that he was doing while you slowly headed towards the caf machine. Your heart was aching. He hadn’t even glanced in your general direction. That brief response was enough to push you over the edge, your throat growing tight and tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“Why do you hate me?” The hurt was so painfully evident in your voice as you spoke. He knew you were about to start crying at any moment and there was a small song of hurt in his chest. Still, he turned to face you, his cold and calculating eyes meeting yours as you continued. “I- I don’t understand what I did-”
You could just barely make out the figure of the trooper in front of you as your eyes blurred with more tears. You missed the way that Cross’ features softened just slightly and the way that his eyebrows furrowed together.
“I don’t hate you-” his smooth voice filled the room, but it only caused more tears to roll down your cheeks.
“That’s not true-” Your voice broke and you could hardly keep it together long enough to say a few words before you were cut off by choked cries and fresh tears. “I-I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you- you hate me so much, but I try so hard to be nice. Please just tell me what I did-”
Before you could even finish your sentence, in a few smooth strides across the floor, Crosshair made his way towards you. He was quick to tug you into his arms and cut you off by slamming his lips into yours. A few stray tears rolled down your cheeks when you closed your eyes. You felt your heart beat hard against your chest and butterflies in your stomach. His hands came up to grab your face while his thumb gently brushed away tears. When he pulled away, his eyes met yours and for the first time since you had joined the Bad Batch, there was a loving gaze instead of a cruel glare.
“I don’t hate you,” he repeated himself again, only this time his low voice was gentle and soothing. “I never did, so stop crying. Please…”
“Because I wanted to hate you.” Cross sighed and looked off to the side. “Because I couldn’t understand why I cared about you so damn much and… and it scared me.” You watched the man before you with wide eyes. You had never seen Crosshair look so vulnerable before. Hell, you had never even heard the man say please until this very moment.
You found yourself at a loss for words, so instead you chose to wrap your arms around the man. He was quick to return the embrace, holding on tight as though he were afraid he might lose you if he let go.
“I care about you too, Cross,” you mumbled. “So much…”
“You ever tell the others about this, I will kill you.”
“Mmm sure,” you smiled and pulled back so that you were looking at the silver haired man once again. “I’m absolutely terrified.”
“You should be,” A small smirk touched the man’s lips as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Now forget the caf. Let’s go get some sleep.”
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