Sulah X Solas Comm For @elspethdekarios

For the ask game, for any of your crosslo stories,

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

And 13

Thank you so much for the ask! I’m so excited to answer this for Crosslo! 💕

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Not that I can think of, actually! Arlo is an oc I wrote that has many characteristics I admire in a person, but I also tried to give her flaws and secrets to make her feel as though she is a real person, and not just some idealistic fairy tale partner for Crosshair. I know we’ve been slow to get there, but I will be revealing some more of her past (specifically related to her scars, and how she defected from the Empire) in my upcoming fic for them.

Another thing I’ve tried to incorporate for Arlo is contrast. For example, she’s a beautiful girl, but she has these horrible, visible scars. She has a sunny personality but carries a sad secret. She came from a wealthy, privileged background only to lose it all over what she thought was right.

Sorry to go into a character analysis but essentially, although she’s not based on a real person, I’ve made many efforts to make Arlo feel real. I hope I’ve succeeded!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Oooo I love this question! I have a Crosshair theme playlist with all of his angsty themes from TBB and a Pabu Happy playlist with all of the happy songs from TBB. I alternate between the two depending on if it’s an angsty fic or a happy fic. Other times I’ll listen to chill music from artists like DPR IAN or eaJ to just vibe while I write.

One of the most recent Crosslo fics about their beach day was actually written while I was sitting on a beach, so I would say setting the tone is very important for me to write!

"I can't not hate you for that, a little"

Please Don't Make it Real

Summary:

While on Tantiss, Omega provides Crosshair with news he wasn’t expecting to hear. He isn’t ready for it to be real, but unfortunately the reality of life and death waits for no one.

Or, my take on how Crosshair found out about Tech’s death.

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,535

I feel like a lot of people (myself included) are curious about how Crosshair may have found out about Tech's death. Here is my angsty take on it!

People…people…listen.

Listen.

Bad.

Batch.

Merch.

Take a look at those ominous shapes. Look at them.

I need them.

You need them.

WE NEED THEM!!

We just need to get to 250 physical copy sales. We are already nearly halfway there!!

Can you imagine a ZINE AND ONE-OF-A-KIND MERCH??

But for real, if you can’t, I totally understand ♥️ but if you could reblog this post to get the word out, I’d be eternally grateful!!

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Hold on to Me

Summary: Redeployed to assist Rex and the rest of the 332nd Division during the Battle of Raxus, Ahsoka searches for Rex, desperately hoping to find him amongst the living.

For Rexsoka Monthly April Prompt: They'll hear you/us

He learned from the best Drama Queen around (it was Fives, Fives is the biggest Drama Queen)

(Inspiration from Lilo and Stitch<333)

For the kiss roulette, please do prompt 40. An impulsive kiss, for Fivesoka 👀

Thank you so much for the ask! This is the first ever fivesoka piece I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy! It’s a little longer than planned but that’s a good kind of mistake to make as far as I’m concerned 😉

Without further ado, here’s the fic:

Impulse

Fives dropped down beside Ahsoka, landing heavily and somewhat unsteadily on his backside. Leaning over and squishing his shoulder against hers he asked, “Would you like some?”

He wiggled a mug holding a rather strong smelling alcoholic liquid and gave her an exaggerated wink. Ahsoka smiled and shook her head.

“I don’t think so, Fives. I don’t partake of anything Hardcase brews.”

Fives chuckled and shrugged, making a face as he took a sip.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Because I value the lining of my stomach,” Ahsoka muttered with a roll of her eyes.

“It’s not that bad!” Fives insisted, although the way his face contorted into a grimace as he took another swig had Ahsoka bursting into uncharacteristic fit of giggles.

Fives grinned, seemingly happy to have elicited such a reaction from her. Nudging her side with his elbow, he questioned, “What are you doing all alone anyways? You should join us and celebrate.”

Ahsoka smiled wanly. “I am celebrating,” she insisted.

“Looks to me like you’re brooding. And given that we just won the war, I’ll have none of that.”

Ahsoka scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, regarding him incredulously. “Since when did it become regulation to order your commanding officer around?”

Fives grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tucking her into his side. Ahsoka ignored the way her heart jumped along in her chest at the proximity.

“War’s over, ‘Soka. I don’t think you’re going to be my commanding officer much longer.”

“That’s what worries me,” Ahsoka admitted, leaning into his half embrace a little more, seeking what comfort she could. “It won’t be the same without everyone around.”

She gestured to the gathered soldiers for effect, and felt more than saw Fives nod against her montral. She shivered at the gentle contact, enjoying the scratchy feeling of his goatee against her skin.

As her eyes flicked up to Fives once more she felt the impulsive words tumble from her lips before she could stop them.

“It won’t be the same… without you.”

Fives’ eyes widened at her statement and his throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Still, he tightened his arm about her shoulders and leaned in slightly, setting Ahsoka’s heart aflight in her chest once more.

“Without me?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow in a teasing manner, but Ahsoka was caught off guard by the earnest hope in his eyes, sparkling and flickering as the flames from the bonfire turned his deep brown eyes to a pleasant amber. “What do I have to do with anything?”

Ahsoka tried to form a response. She really did. But when her lips parted, instead of speaking she leaned forward suddenly, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to Fives’ mouth. The kiss was brief and exhilarating; when she pulled away she heaved a terrified breath, instantly aware of the implications of what she’d done.

Fives looked as stunned as she felt, eyes wide and lips parted, staring back at her in awe.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that,” Ahsoka stammered, trying and failing to think of some way to explain her way out of this scenario.

Fives blinked a couple times before finally seeming to reboot his mind. Shaking his head lightly, he smirked and cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her cheekbone.

Slowly, he leaned in, keeping his eyes on hers until the last second. As her eyes fluttered closed, Ahsoka was only aware of the warmth of his breath on her lips and the gentle motion of his fingers against her cheek. The suspense nearly stopped her heart in her chest as she waited for Fives to kiss her.

When he finally pressed his lips to hers, Ahsoka was sure her heart did a full flip in her chest before it resumed beating behind her ribs. Fives’ lips were soft and purposeful against her own, and Ahsoka relished in the sweet sensation, feeling it was entirely too early when he eventually pulled away.

Fives moved so he could cradle her face between his hands.

“Well… I meant to do that,” he said, smiling softly. Ahsoka giggled and grinned, her cheeks pressing sweetly into the palms of his hands. Fives grinned with her and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Whatever happens next, ‘Soka, I know what I want. The only way you’ll be without me is if you send me away yourself,” he promised, reassuring her with an overly exaggerated stern look, couching the expression with a wink.

Ahsoka wrapped her arms around him and pulled Fives into a tight embrace.

“Never let me go,” she ordered. She hoped it would be the last order she’d ever give as his commanding officer.

“Never,” he agreed.

Unbidden - Update

Sorry guys! I know I promised the last chapter would be up tonight, but life has seen fit to get in the way.

It will be posted tomorrow. Sorry for the delay and thank you all for the love you've given the fic so far <3

Ahhh thank you this was so good! 👀

Congrats on 200 followers that’s sooooo cool! For your event to celebrate, can I request a Drabble for Wolffe/Liri? Maybe prompt 35 from the Kiss Roulette prompts (a kiss against a wall)?

Thank you and congratulations again 💕💕

Thank you 💕💕

Excited for this one! Hope you enjoy!

Wolffe had given her the full tour, timing it on a quiet day when the Hand of Justice was undergoing repairs. For Liri, it was thrilling, she’d never been on a Venator-class ship before, much less seen one from the inside. And Wolffe, though playing it cool, had clearly pulled out all the stops. Every now and then, she caught a proud little gleam in his eye, as if he wanted to impress her just as much as she wanted to understand his world.

She’d seen the mess hall, even tasted the caf and the food, or what passed as such.

“I can’t believe you actually manage to eat that,” she muttered as they continued down another long corridor.

Wolffe shrugged, his helmet tucked under his arm. “When you’re hungry enough…”

“I don’t think I could ever be that hungry,” she said. “If you’re living off that sludge, I’m going to have to start sending you off with some proper snacks.”

He chuckled, glancing at her in amusement, his helmet tucked under his arm. A few troopers passed them, glancing at her curiously. But the second they spotted Wolffe, all curiosity faded, and they hurried on their way.

“Are they scared of you?” she asked, one brow arched.

Wolffe smirked. “More like…respectful. I am their commander, after all.”

“Ah,” she nodded, feigning seriousness. “Right.  Well then, Commander. Where are we off to next?”

“I thought I’d show you my office,” he replied with a shrug.

“Ooo, the commander’s office. The command center,” she teased, grinning.

He rolled his eyes.

When they arrived, he activated the lights, letting her step inside first. The room was plain, organized, no-nonsense, exactly as she’d imagined it. But what caught her eye were the caf cups scattered around, all emptied. Her lips twitched in amusement.

“Don’t start,” Wolffe said, catching her eye with a smirk as he set his helmet down on his desk.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, all innocence.  She moved around the desk to take a seat in his chair, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “So… this is where all the big decisions happen, huh?”

He shrugged, looking slightly amused. “That or the bridge.”

She tapped a finger thoughtfully against her chin. “So…if I wanted to give a trooper a reprimand for, let’s say…leaving his caf cups all over the place, this would be the place for it, right?”

“Usually,” he agreed, crossing his arms as he eyed her with mock suspicion. “The trooper would have to report in, square himself up right in front of the desk.” He stepped closer, standing directly in front of her.

“Oh, yes,” she drawled, clearly enjoying herself. “A serious infraction, this caf cup situation. I’d have to make sure he was taking it very seriously.” Her gaze roamed over him, mischief in her eyes. “Power’s gone to my head already, hasn’t it?”

“Absolutely. I’m afraid the position of being my guest has corrupted you,” he teased, his voice low.

She narrowed her eyes, standing slowly as he watched her, that familiar interest and warmth lighting up his face. “I’m quite serious, you know,” she said, closing the space between them.

“Is that so?” His voice was a mix of challenge and curiosity as she stepped closer, forcing him to back up.

“Mhm.” She took another step, and then another, until his back was against the wall, her face inches from his.

“Is this where you’re supposed to tell me I’m out of line?” she asked, tilting her head up, her voice a low purr.

“Seems you’ve taken charge of the reprimand.” His eyes met hers, almost daring. “And you look a little too happy about it.”

“Maybe I am,” she replied, her fingers sliding up to trace his jaw. She leaned in, lips brushing against his. “Now, how would you respond to this?”

Without waiting for his answer, she kissed him, her mouth claiming his. His hands found her waist as he pulled her flush against him, his armor cold against her skin, and he let out a low hum of approval. She pressed him against the wall, deepening the kiss.

When she finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, she murmured, “Well?”

Wolffe’s smirk was playful and heated and she felt a little thrill at how he was looking at her in that second. “I’d say make sure you locked the door.”