No Rest, No Reprieve

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 14

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: ~5,900

Here's the latest chapter! Only one more and an epilogue after this!

THANK YOU KAMINO

For the kiss roulette:

Crosslo and 32. A kiss while someone watches.

I’m dying to see how this happens with someone as private as Crosshair 👀

Thank you for the ask! I looooove writing Crosslo so I was very excited to write this! I think it's a little different take than you might expect, so let me know what you think!

A Pabu Tradition

Omega’s squeal nearly made Crosshair jump out of his skin, as it was rather unexpected and jarring on a peaceful evening such as this. He whipped around, reluctantly torn from where he’d been gazing at Arlo’s profile as she stood by his side on the balcony, looking out at the ocean. Arlo turned with him, and they were greeted with the sight of Omega sitting on the couch beside Lyana, her hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with excitement. Lyana extended an arm, pointing up above Crosshair’s head. He raised his eyes and frowned in confusion at the archway above him. Hanging from the archway was a blue flower with intricate purple stripes along the length of the petals. It was dangling upside down from the arch, which was adorned with garlands and other flowers of all kinds, decorated as it was for the Life Day celebrations. “If you’re standing under the flower, you gotta kiss! It’s a Life Day tradition on Pabu,” Lyana explained, grinning from ear to ear. At this point, Omega’s squeal of delight had drawn quite a bit of attention, as many of the party goers turned and pretended to subtly shuffle towards the balcony, forming an audience in the large living area of Shep’s house where the party was being held. Crosshair narrowed his eyes, surveying the crowd with distaste. There was nothing subtle about it, as far as he was concerned. To Crosshair, intimacy was a private thing; he didn’t understand what everyone was so curious about. Even Hunter and Wrecker were amongst the intrigued onlookers. Wrecker was wearing a shit-eating grin and beside him, Hunter raised an eyebrow, smirking at Crosshair from across the room. Crosshair huffed an offended breath as he watched his eldest brother cross his arms over his chest and cock his chin. It was a silent challenge; Hunter didn’t think he’d do it. He didn’t believe Crosshair would kiss Arlo with so many eyes upon them. Crosshair would have liked to say he’d matured since his days as an army brat in the GAR. He liked to think he’d grown beyond such brotherly competitiveness. But as he turned and grabbed Arlo about the waist, pulling her into his arms, he knew he was the same petty bastard he’d always been. And he wasn’t about to let Hunter be right. Arlo gasped, eyes wide as he leaned in close, their noses nearly touching. “Well, if it’s tradition,” Crosshair drawled, smirking down at the beautiful woman in his arms. Arlo’s bright green eyes, sparkling with exhilaration and desire, drew him closer. Without a second thought he leaned down, dipping Arlo with one hand securely behind her back and tangled his other hand in her long blonde hair, supporting her as he kissed her. The shouts and cheers of the crowd as they kissed brought an unfortunate warmth to Crosshair’s cheeks, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Arlo’s lips were soft and sweet as always, and his heart hammered in his chest as they kissed; he could still hardly believe she was his. When he pulled away, he kept his arms around Arlo, smiling down at her as she let out a shaky breath. The room faded out for a moment as he was struck by how beautiful she was, green eyes scrunching up as she smiled and laughed, her cheeks rosy and warm as she blushed. He knew he was a lucky man. A whistle from across the room had Arlo blushing even more and hiding her face in his shoulder with a giggle. Crosshair turned and glared at Hunter, who made a show of nodding and clapping, deferring to Crosshair as the winner of their unspoken competition. Crosshair shook his head and smirked, then wrapped his arm around Arlo’s shoulders and led her away from the eyes of the gathered onlookers who were finally beginning to disperse.

Me with Crosshair 😅😍

do you ever become obsessed with a character and you just go "of fucking course its that one" at yourself because you are so incredibly predictable

Can we talk about Rex with glasses?

Omggggg I can’t this is so precious 🥹😍

The Beach Can Wait

Summary: When Ahsoka has decision paralysis regarding what to wear to the beach, Rex tries to help her decide, but things don’t go entirely according to plan.

Submission to @rexsoka-monthly for the May Prompt: Slice of Life

Rating: M

Word Count: ~2100

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!

Hunter made her promise to check in at least once a week. She'll never tell, but calling them is her favorite part of the day.

Prints available here

Why?

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.