I Will Be Crying Over This Forever.

Disobedient Hands

Summary: Wanting to remain useful to The Bad Batch in their fight against the Empire, Crosshair seeks out help for his tremor shortly after arriving on Pabu. What he finds is a bit more than he bargained for, and he realizes sometimes the most important healing is more than physical.

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Pairing: Crosshair x Original Female Character

Rating: T

Word count: 4,681

This fic is the first in a series I am actively writing about Crosshair and my OC, Arlo! All are posted on ao3 and will be a part of my series, Cross My Heart and Help Me Heal

Hope you enjoy!

Why suffer more?

All I need is the young clone.

She means nothing to you.

Help me, and you’ll have your freedom.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Sweet and Gentle, Let Me Dream of You

@galactic-gift-gathering: Gift for @tealmisthams

Please enjoy my friend :)

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Prompt: Falling asleep on each other

Characters: Ahsoka & Fives

Genre: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, all the fluff

Please also find it here on my ao3.

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Ahsoka had never been so exhausted. Day in and day out she and Fives worked tirelessly with Rex and the other clones, fighting to undo the damage the Empire had wrought upon the Galaxy. It was good work. Important work. Possibly the most important work Ahsoka had done in her entire life. But it’s importance to her did not negate the toll it took on her, both physically and mentally.

As she trudged back to the room she shared with Fives on Teth, she nearly collapsed before she even reached the door. With a sigh, she managed to hit the controls with tired, fumbling fingers on the second try, and lumbered into the room.

Even as tired as she was, she couldn’t help the small smile and laugh that was plucked from her chest by the sight that greeted her. Fives was sprawled out on the tiny bed, shoved into the corner of the room. His head was at the foot of the bed (nearly hanging off of it, in fact) and one foot was on her pillow, while the other dangled off the edge of the bed.

Fives twisted his head and cracked open an eye at the sound of her laughter, a wry smile appearing on his lips despite the tiredness that sat upon his brown. Ahsoka could feel a similar exhaustion to her own enveloping him in the Force, and she almost felt bad for waking him. But now that he was awake, she figured she might as well make the best of it.

“Something looks wrong about the way you’re lying in bed, dear,” Ahsoka teased, tapping her finger on her chin. “But I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Fives’ smile transformed into a smirk in an instant, and he raised one hand and folded it behind his head. Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest and fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing whatever was going to come out of Fives’ mouth next would be ridiculous. His flirting was never any good when he was exhausted.

“Is that so? I know exactly what’s wrong with this bed,” Fives drawled, his smirk only widening as he withheld the punchline of his quip. Ahsoka raised a brow marking.

“Oh? Please, do tell me,” Ahsoka shot back, her voice dripping with good natured sarcasm as she approached the bed, ensuring she stayed just outside of his reach.

“The only thing wrong with this bed… is that you’re not in it.” Fives smirk had turned to a self-satisfied grin by the time he’d finished speaking. Ahsoka rolled her eyes but laughed despite herself. Still, she couldn’t let such a cheesy line slide without a little further protest, no matter how good sliding into bed with Fives might sound to her exhausted mind and body.

“Well, how could I be in it, when someone’s foot is on my pillow?” She asked, looking pointedly to his foot that still lay on the flat but comfortable pillow she usually used. Fives stared back at her indignantly.

“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed, looking perplexed. Ahsoka rolled her eyes again and made her way to the head of the bed, tugging at the pillow wedged securely beneath his foot.

“Yes,” she said, tugging the pillow roughly once more, yet still unable to free it from his foot. “Yes, it is.”

“Nope,” Fives insisted and then smirked as he patted his chest. “Your pillow is right here.”

For the third time, Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that broke out across her lips. With a shake of her head and a breathy giggle, she finally relented, kicking off her shoes and then climbing over Fives’ prone form, wedging herself between him and the wall. She shuffled around on the bed, getting comfortable before snuggling into his side, lying her head on his chest as if he were her pillow, as he’d suggested.

Fives’ arms immediately encircled her, and she giggled as she kicked at his pillow with her bare feet, still baffled by their reversed position on their bed.

“Why?” she mumbled against his chest. Fives shrugged and kissed one of her montrals.

“Does it matter?” he replied, his voice already low and thick with sleep as he caressed her arm and trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Ahsoka smiled sleepily against his chest and snuggled in tighter.

“I guess not,” she murmured in reply, her own eyelids once again feeling heavy with exhaustion, matching the lead in her limbs that seemed to lock her in place against Fives’ side, ensuring she could do nothing but cuddle him and sleep, for the next few hours at least.

Before she knew it the steady beat of her lover’s heart beneath her head and his slow but soothing respirations lulled her into a sweet, gentle sleep beside him.  Her dreams were few, but what images she remembered were exclusively of Fives; they were happy, joyous and delightful. When she later awoke, still encircled in his strong, solid arms, she would swear it was the best sleep she’d had in a long time.

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Favourite comfort clone reveal (shows you a clone that has never had a day of comfort in his life)

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Thanks for the tags @tealmisthams and @queen-of-mandalore !

Here is a line from the upcoming chapter of my newest Crosslo fic from my Crosshair x OC series. The first chapter of this fic can be found here on ao3. Hopefully this chapter should be up by the end of the night, so enjoy the sneak peak :)

Crosshair turned around and debated staying away for a while longer. Morbid tendrils of self-hatred wound around his ribs and snaked their way up his spine before settling at the base of his skull. Crosshair shuddered. He couldn’t be alone right now. He needed to go home. He needed his brothers. He needed Tech.

NP Tags: @ladylucksrogue, @ahsokathegray, @melting-houses-of-gold, @acatinwinterfell, and anyone else who wants to participate!

Omega & Crosshair in STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH (2021-2024)

Just Like Them

Summary: When Solas takes on a physical form at Mythal's request, his whole world changes. Many years later, he asks Eldhira to make a different, but similarly fundamental change. It is only then that he realizes he's become what he swore to destroy.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: T

Word Count: ~4,800

Link to the fic on ao3 is here. (For whatever reason tumblr won’t let me directly post the link as I usually do. Oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️)

This fic was meant an an exploration of Solas’ first moments as a physical being, and then leads into a comparison piece where he asks Lavellan to remove her vallaslin. I thought it would be interesting to explore not only Solas’ transition from spirit to physical form, but I’ve also always wanted to explore his inner thoughts and feelings during the infamous Crestwood scene. Hope y’all enjoy!

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 8

Summary: Lost and adrift after the events of Order 66, Ahsoka and Rex struggle to find their place in this new reality. Both need to deal with the loss in their own way; as they help each other in this shared struggle, their relationship blossoms into something neither expected. As the threat of the Empire grows, can such a tentative, new connection be sustained? Or will they be torn apart by their duty to fight?

Fandom: The Clone Wars

Pairing: Rexsoka

Rating: M

Chapter Word Count: ~5,400

Another chapter, up a little early this time! Please enjoy <3