Lucanis Dellamorte’s Perfect Relaxation: Sprawled On Top Of Rook, Head On Their Chest. In One Hand

“No point in carrying deadweight.”

“Remind me not to die on your watch.”

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 1 & 2

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?

This is my first multichapter fic, I'm so excited to share with everyone! Prologue and Chapter 1 are up, and updates will be once a week on Monday or Tuesday. Hope y'all enjoy!

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

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

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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!

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

For the mistletoe requests: Fivesoka and “Laughing”

Fivesoka request YAY!! Thank you for requesting this one! 💙

I'm also tagging @aknightreaderr, since you requested Fivesoka and the laughing prompt as well. I guess we all know how perfect this prompt is for them. I actually have another idea, so I'm planning to do this pair/prompt again later, so I'll answer your ask then! 😁

It's also here on AO3.

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“Look who’s under the mistletoe now.”

Before Ahsoka could turn towards Fives’ voice, his arms encircled her waist from behind and he pulled her back against his chest. She felt the brush of his goatee as he settled his chin between her montrals. She didn’t know why he suddenly felt the need to hold her this way, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

She looked over to the corner of the room to where she knew the mistletoe was hanging. She and Fives had spotted it as soon as they arrived at Riyo’s party, and they had been scoping it out throughout the evening; watching to see who they could catch kissing beneath the hanging plant. They’d already seen Bly and Aayla, Obi-Wan and Satine, and Riyo and Fox, of course. Then to their surprise, they’d seen Tech and Phee together, and then Crosshair and the beautiful blonde woman that he’d brought as his date.

“Crosshair has a date?” Fives had gasped in surprise, though he’d kept his voice low against Ahsoka’s montral.

“Don’t act so surprised,” she scolded, smacking her partner lightly on the arm.

Then a short while later, they’d spotted Echo under the mistletoe, making out with an auburn-haired woman who Ahsoka didn’t recognize.

“Oh yeah, Echo had a girlfriend too,” Fives had explained, vaguely. Then Ahsoka had slammed her hand over his mouth when he added that he should cheer them on. She’d ask him more details about that later.

Now it was Anakin and Padmé, and Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile as she watched her former master with his wife. Now that the war was over, he’d left the Jedi, and his marriage was common knowledge; he and Padmé were nearly inseparable.

And now Ahsoka could relate. She tilted her head up slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of her partner, who was still holding her from behind.

“What?” Fives asked, turned his head to meet her eyes. “You want to go next?”

“What, no!” she protested.

“Why not?”

“Fives, you can kiss me whenever you want,” Ahsoka pointed out. “We don’t need mistletoe.”

“But it’ll be romantic.” He pulled her against him again and pushed his nose into her neck, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin.

“Stop!” she laughed. She wiggled in his arms until she could turn around to face him. “Just kiss me here.”

She rose on her toes and attempted to kiss his mouth, but he leaned back, out of reach.

“No, I want to kiss you under the mistletoe,” he said again.

“Fives,” Ahsoka groaned, banging her fists lightly on his chest. “You’re not going to get me to go over there, so you might as well kiss me here.”

“But the Skywalkers are done now.” He nodded towards the now empty mistletoe corner. “Just in time for us.”

“By the time you get me over there, we will have wasted all this time that we could have just been kissing right here,” she pointed out.

“Well, we better hurry up then.”

Before Ahsoka could protest again, Fives bent down and scooped her into his arms. By the time he’d carried her over to the mistletoe, she had buried her face in his chest to muffle her own laughter.

She lifted her head when she felt him stop walking and glanced up to see the white berries of the mistletoe looking down at them. Then she turned to look at her partner. His amber eyes were sparking with mischief and he had the smuggest grin stretched across his face.

“Okay, you win,” she huffed. “Are you going to put me down?”

“Nope.”

Then Fives leaned down and kissed her deeply. He didn’t hesitate to graze her lower lip with his teeth and push his tongue into her mouth to intertwine it with hers. It was the kind of kiss that always made Ahsoka’s lekku heat and her heart flip. When he placed one last, soft kiss on her lips and pulled back, it was way too soon.

“So, was that kiss worth coming over here for?” he asked. He finally loosened his grip and let her place her feet back on the floor, but he kept his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Maybe.” She offered him a smirk. No way was she going to make this easy for him. “Would be better if you’d just kiss me like that all the time.”

Fives raised an eyebrow and his lips pulled up into the half-smile that she loved so much.

“That can be arranged.”

Before she could respond, he was pulling her in to kiss her again.

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The Mistletoe Drabble requests are still open! Review the pairing and prompt options here, and send in an ask! ✨

Not Strong Enough

Written for Angstpril 2024: Alt Prompt #2 - Not Strong Enough

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Character Focus: CX-2, Tech, Crosshair, minor Hunter, Wrecker and Omega

Summary: ‘Not strong enough’ was an unfamiliar phrase for CX-2. Mentally, he was exceptionally strong. His mind was sharper than a knifes edge, his strategy sound, and his fortitude indominable. When that had begun to crack and crumble, he could not fathom. It harkened the return of ‘the other one’, and that was something he could not allow.

"It's my fight. I'm ready."

Decided to upgrade this to a more canon accurate version. Seeing grown up Omega on screen brought tears into my eyes. How are we feeling after that finale?

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!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

First/Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams!

I will also do both! Here is the first and last line I wrote today for the next instalment of my Crosslo series!

The first line:

Arlo merely leaned over and kissed his cheek, communicating her answer through a small wink.

The last line:

“I’m yours,” he rasped, and then kissed her, moving his lips slowly and assuredly against hers.

NPTs: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @aknightreaderr, @julijuli77, @queen-of-mandalore and anyone else who might want to participate!