Summary: Although he is a man of few words, Crosshair is rather curious. Arlo loves answering his questions.
For @summer-of-bad-batch Prompts: Injured (Week 2 Main Prompt) and Forget I Asked (Week 3 Alternate Prompt)
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Pairing: Crosshair x Original Female Character
Rating: T
Word Count: ~5,100
I was finally able to get something posted for Summer of Bad Batch! Yay! I combined a couple of the prompts, as they both worked well for this fic. This fic belongs to a longer series for Crosshair and my OC, Arlo. A link to the other fics in the series can be found here in my series, Cross My Heart and Help Me Heal.
They were never good with words | [The Bad Batch Happy on Pabu Series]
For the "first time..." prompt - may I ask for "the first time Ahsoka saw Rex blush..." please? 🧡💙
Thank you for the ask my friend! Here is a little drabble for you :)
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The first time Ahsoka saw Rex blush was after the war. They were dismantling the old motivator on one of the ships Rex had acquired for his rebel cell, hoping to salvage what parts they could before they replaced it with a new one.
The engine compartment was cramped. They both fit, although just barely, the cramped space forcing them to crouch on their knees, facing one another. Ahsoka was sifting through a few useable parts they’d already removed, while Rex was looking for their next quarry to extract.
“I think we could also save the power cell which is…” Rex trailed off, looking around the cabin until he finally pinpointed his prize. He twisted sharply, awkwardly, trying to move in the tiny space to get to the power cell which Ahsoka identified to be directly behind him, just above his head. She grabbed the spanner and rose onto her knees.
“I’ve got it,” she murmured, shuffling over until she was directly in front of him, leaning over his shoulder to get at the apparatus. Her chest brushed against his shoulder as she miscalculated the distance just slightly, but Rex steadied her with a hand on her hip.
“Thanks,” Ahsoka said absentmindedly, her whole focus already on the power cell.
“Oh, uh, I-“ Rex tried to protest but Ahsoka was already halfway finished with disconnecting the mechanism. “Not a problem,” Rex muttered, slightly muffled from beneath her.
No more than a few seconds later, the power cell popped free and Ahsoka grinned triumphantly.
“There! Got it,” she declared and pulled back, settling back down onto the ground and smiling up at Rex, but she was surprised to find him looking rather bewildered instead. His eyes were wide, and lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something. But most of all-
“Are you blushing?” Ahsoka accused, desperately trying not to sound too gleeful. Immediately Rex seemed to snap back into himself, vehemently denying it, all the while his blush only darkened.
“Of course not!”
“Really?”
“Really, Ahsoka.”
“Then why does it really look like it,” she teased, raising a hand to tap one of his ruddy cheeks gently. Rex rolled his eyes and swatted her hand away.
“It’s hot in here,” he said lamely, not quite meeting her gaze this time. Ahsoka scoffed.
“No, it really isn’t,” she argued, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting back on her heels.
“Well maybe not for you,” Rex exclaimed. “You’re barely wearing any clothes!”
Ahsoka let out an indignant gasp but when she glanced down at her outfit, she could see he wasn’t entirely wrong. She had on a tiny tank top and some form fitting shorts. Teth was a warm planet, and this was hard work, after all. She hadn’t wanted to overheat. But her point still stood. It really wasn’t that hot in this compartment. But perhaps it was a heat of a different kind touching Rex’s cheeks. The thought made Ahsoka blush a little as well.
“I can, uh, change. If you’d like,” she offered gently, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.
“Absolutely not,” Rex said, perhaps a little too vehemently, because they both burst out laughing at his enthusiasm.
With a smile, Rex clarified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say… I’m just…”
“I get it,” Ahsoka said, shrugging. They stared at each other for a second before that familiar warm feeling bubbled up into Ahsoka’s chest. She helped it dissipate in the way she normally did, by leaning forward and kissing Rex’s cheek.
That earned her a chuckle and a smile. Now they were both blushing.
“Look, ‘Soka… we should probably talk about this.” He made a motion generally between them. Ahsoka nodded. She had felt it too, for a while now.
“But maybe not here,” Rex continued. “The innards of a ships engine just doesn’t quite seem like the place.”
Ahsoka laughed. “I can’t argue with you there.”
“Over drinks, after this?” Rex suggested.
“You got it,” Ahsoka replied, unable to keep the excited grin off her face. Butterflies erupted in her gut in anticipation that finally, they might move forward with this. Ahsoka hoped that meant she’d have the opportunity to see Rex blush many more times to come.
I read this post by the talented @space-b33 and I had to doodle some art based on their ideas right away, so here you go - Crosshair and his cat! I 100% believe he’d have a soft spot for cats - it didn’t take a lot of convincing for him to take this curious kitten back to the Marauder. Hunter can’t stand the smell and Tech won’t stop sneezing, wrecker has almost sat on her twice but he couldn’t care less. I think he’d call her Sylvia, or Sylvie!
"I can't not hate you for that, a little"
Omggggg I can’t this is so precious 🥹😍
Sulah x Solas comm for @elspethdekarios
Captain Rex is finally finished! ✨✨
More sketches to come eventually. Don’t worry.
“When my time comes around,
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth,
No grave can hold my body down,
I'll crawl home to her.”
~ Andrew Hozier-Byrne
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: ~4,600
Please take note, this chapter is quite dark at the beginning, with themes of grief and depression stages of grief. Specific warnings in the chapter notes!
"Twenty minutes later he’d made it back to his room with no memory of the journey and the taste of vomit stuck in the back of his throat.
No one asked what he’d done - it was an unspoken rule, never to ask - but Wrecker opened his arms and let Crosshair disappear into them without a word."
--Twelve Seconds by @eriexplosion
About a year or so ago I asked for fanfic submissions to be turned into comics! And this was one of them! I had actually started drawing this a year ago, but just now got around to finishing it!
It's a pretty heavy fic, but its short and really well written! Id suggest checking it out if your in angsty mood!
Just an aspiring writer and Star Wars lover 🧡 You can find me as Snips2112 on ao3 as well!
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