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Not the First, But the Best - Part 1

Summary: Crosshair and Arlo spend a sweet evening together on their first date, and it goes even better than Crosshair could have expected. What he also didn’t expect was to face the nosy inquiries of his siblings so soon. It would seem nothing stays a secret for long on a tiny island like Pabu.

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Pairing: Crosshair x Original Female Character

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: ~2,600

Here is Chapter 1 of 3 of the next fic in my Crosslo series (yes, Crosshair and Arlo have a ship name now!) <3

I will be posting chapters 2 and 3 on Thursday. The rest of the fics in the series can be found here Cross My Heart and Help Me Heal .

If still doing the kiss roulette, 35 or 43 Rexsoka? Pls and thanks.

Thank you so much for the request! I decided to do both prompts in one fic, so this one got a little longer than intended. I really hope you like it thought <3 This fic is set sometime during the later half of TCW and I want to make clear that this is an aged up, adult version of Ahsoka! If i ever write her during TCW I always age her up :)

Full fic below the cut!

Reasons

Kiss Roulette Prompts: 35 - a kiss against a wall & 43 - a bloody kiss

Pairing: Rexsoka

Word Count: ~1600

Warnings: blood, minor injury

Rex shoved Ahsoka against the wall, covering her body with his against the shower of shrapnel that followed the deafening blast from the Separatist cannons. Every nerve in his body was on high alert, and his muscles were tense, ready to jump and move again if need be. The shrapnel, gravel and debris pinged and clattered against his armor, and Rex pressed even tighter against Ahsoka, ensuring she was entirely shielded from the aftermath of the blast, knowing she wore far less protective equipment than he did.

Her hands were clutching his chest plate, and he listened to the sound of her breathing, muffled behind the ringing in his ears from the blast. Her respirations were clear and even, and Rex matched his breathing to hers, slowly calming his racing heart.

When it had been silent for long enough that Rex was certain another blast was not coming, he relaxed marginally and chanced a glance over his shoulder. Sure enough, the spot in the square where they’d been standing was now a crater, and various chunks of debris as well as troopers unlucky enough to be caught in the blast littered the area.

Rex couldn’t tear his eyes from the bodies, strewn at awkward angles throughout the square as they were. He fought the urge to run to his brothers, desperate to search for survivors, however small that possibility that might be.

“They’re…” Ahsoka coughed as the dust in the air tickled her throat, interrupting her words. “They’re gone, Rex.”

As she confirmed his suspicions, Rex let out the breath he’d been holding, shoulders slumping under the weight of his despair. His entire squadron, gone in one moment. He wished for the chance to mourn, but they needed to move, and they needed to do so quickly. They still had a shield generator to destroy so General Skywalker could move his troops through the main streets and into the legislative buildings were the Seppies were holed up, and now they needed to do so without the rest of their strike force.

With a sigh of resignation, Rex turned back to Ahsoka to suggest they do exactly that, but he found his words remained trapped within his throat at the sight of her.

Ahsoka was dabbing with her bare hand at a laceration on her forehead, just below her headband. As scalp wounds were wont to do, it was bleeding profusely, and the blood easily escaped her half-hearted attempts at tamponade, running down the right side of her face. It marred the beautiful white markings on her cheek, and stained her lips a bright red.

Rex was no medic, but he’d tended to his fair share of wounds. Theoretically, he knew this wound was superficial. Theoretically, he knew that the scalp was a very vascular part of the body, therefore although the blood loss looked impressive, it was likely not serious. Theoretically, Rex knew Ahsoka would be just fine.

But in reality, Rex tore his helmet from his head, letting it bounce haphazardly across the ground as he dropped it unceremoniously. He grasped her chin with trembling fingers and turned her head, pressing the gloved fingers of his other hand firmly against her wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Rex, please, it’s fine,” Ahsoka grumbled, trying feebly to free herself from his grasp, but he held her fast, pressing her into the wall more securely to prevent her from escaping.

Refusing to take no for an answer, Rex indicated to his belt with his chin. “There are a couple of bacta strips in the side pouch. Grab them for me.”

“You’re overreacting,” Ahsoka bemoaned with a roll of her eyes, but she did as he bid her, grabbing the bacta strips and handing them to Rex. “I’m fine.”

“You will be,” Rex agreed gruffly. Then more softly he said, “Please, just let me help you, ‘Soka.”

His gentle plea effectively silenced any further protests from Ahsoka. He made quick work of treating her wound, appraising his work briefly once he was done.

“There,” Rex stated softly. “Good as new.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes and laughed softly, laying her blood-stained fingers gently against his cheek. Her smile was sad, as how could it not be in a world filled with war and death, but her words were light, buoying his heart against the darkness and fear.

“My hero. You saved my life and patched me up,” Ahsoka told him with a subtle wink, a little impishness making it through the sadness in her smile. Rex cradled her face in his hands, his eyes reflecting her melancholy, but also her resolve. They couldn’t linger long, but Rex took the chance to be with her now, if only for a moment. The reality of war had taught him to savour such moments. Nothing was permanent. He could lose her as easily as he’d just lost all of his men.

“Mmmhmm. And just how will you ever repay me?” he quipped, leaning down while losing himself briefly in her beautiful blue eyes. Ahsoka smiled fully, her gaze drifting down to his lips.

“I can think of something,” she murmured. She stepped closer, and Rex watched as her eyes fluttered closed. His own were half lidded.

“Hmm. Something nice, I hope…” he replied.

Ahsoka’s lips brushed his. “Very nice, I promise.”

Before Rex could respond, she kissed him. Her lips were soft and sweet, and Rex cradled her face gently between his hands, swiping his thumbs lovingly over her cheeks. All he could feel was her. She invaded all of his senses, sweeping him well away from the horrible reality of war, if only for a moment.

But as she deepened the kiss, the tangy, metallic taste of blood slipped through the blissful haze the movement of her lips had lulled him into.

Suddenly, he could hear the distant blaster fire, mixing with the even more distant clanking of battle droids. He could smell the scorched earth from the cannon’s blast and felt the dirt and dust upon his skin and hers.

The wounds on his heart opened anew as he thought of his men, dead in the square behind him while he stood, alive and well, kissing his Commander.

He should stop it. He should end things as regulation and expectation dictated. He was not a mere man, entirely susceptible and beguiled by the affections of a woman, even a very beautiful one such as Ahsoka.

But that was entirely the problem. This wasn’t some irresponsible dalliance, distracting him from his mission, his purpose. This was love. It was the desperation for a connection with another being, fighting for life amongst all the death.

Ahsoka was his whole world. The clones were bread to fight for the Republic. They didn’t need a reason to do so. But all the same, Rex knew Ahsoka had become his reason. He fought, day in and day out, for her.

Desperately, he deepened the kiss further, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he pushed her a few steps back towards the wall. Gasps left both their chests as they crashed harder than Rex had intended into the solid structure.

He couldn’t stop, and he didn’t want to, so he continued kissing her and touching her, pressing their bodies as close together as his blasted armor would allow. Ahsoka returned his passion with vigor, her fingers hooked around his chest plate, holding him close while her other hand scrapped against the back of his head.

They kissed without a thought for anything but each other. Rex didn’t even bother to stop for a breath until he could go no longer without one.

When he broke the kiss, his chest was heaving, his oxygen starved lungs begging for relief. Ahsoka’s breathing was similarly labored, and she clutched tighter at his armor, unwilling to let go.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Rex opened his eyes then to find hers filled with tears, which slowly slipped down her cheeks, creating tear tracks through the dried blood that still marred her beautiful features. Rex blinked away the blurriness from his own vision and held her tighter.

“I love you too, ‘Soka.”

They held each other for a moment more before Ahsoka let out a long sigh, breaking through the emotional veil of desperation, fear and love. Rex stepped back, standing at attention, while Ahsoka peeled herself from the wall, brushing her hands over her battle dress in an attempt to clear it of any dust and grime.

Bending down, she grabbed Rex’s helmet from the ground, studying it briefly before holding it out to him, He accepted it from her, but hesitated before placing it upon his head. Ahsoka pressed a hand to his cheek and tried to smile, although her eyes were still troubled by a stormy darkness, dimming her shining blue hues to a muted grey.

“Please don’t die,” she bid him, her voice breathy and desperate, as it seemed she too must have tasted their mortality and found it rather jarring. Rex leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, before pressing his own against one of her montrals.

“I go where you go, cyare. I have no plans to leave your side.”

“See that you don’t,” Ahsoka ordered before stepping back, her posture and expression morphing into that of his battle-hardened Commander once more, although the affection in her eyes remained.

“Yessir,” Rex agreed, nodding before securing his helmet upon his head. Taking a deep breath, he deferred to her, ready to jump back into the fray, as his duty bid him. “Lead the way, sir.”

Ahsoka nodded and they slipped around the wall, keeping to the shadows as they pushed on towards their objective. Although weary and worn, war left no rest for any but the dead, and Rex was not about to join them. So, he followed his Commander without question, staying close to her side as she bid him, and keeping her even closer to his heart.

"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?

Omg it’s me 🥹 I am honored, thank you! 💕💕

Determined to be more direct, Ahsoka laid a hand on Rex’s arm, and he looked up at her. She took a deep breath and tried to be brave. “I, um, knew about tonight.”

Rex breathed in sharply, expression turning unreadable. Ahsoka continued on in a rush before she could lose her nerve. “I know Fives and Jesse were taking you out for drinks to try and find out if you have feelings for me. But it’s okay if you don’t! I just thought maybe you might because well…”

She wagged a finger back and forth between the two of them. “Well, I don’t know about you but I kind of feel like something was happening here. And, um, for a while now, I’ve kind of been wondering how you feel. Because of how I feel.”

— Snips2112, from Chapter 2: An Unexpected (But Welcome) Outcome in ‘Tihaar? More Like Truth Serum’

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 5

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: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Pairing: Rexsoka

Rating: M

Chapter Word Count: ~4000

Posting the next chapter a few days ahead of schedule! This chapter is both fluffy and rather angsty, and one of my favorites. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tags @tealmisthams and @ladylucksrogue !

This is from chapter 2 of my newest fic in the Crosslo series, Unbidden:

He’d had panic attacks once or twice before as a cadet, after some particularly… memorable training sessions, but they’d never been so vivid as he’d experienced tonight. 

The first chapter can be found here on ao3 :)

NPTs: @whyamismall, @saviinika, @acatinwinterfell, @ahsokathegray, and anyone else who wants to participate!

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.”

So a while back I came across this completely lovely art of Padmé in a suit by @jekadoodles and I was 10000% here for it!!!!!!! I decided to do my own in tribute. This is based on a Fausto Sarli suit I found on Pinterest that I thought would suit her.

Can this be a thing? Padmé-in-a-suit challenge? Yes?

20 Fic Writer Questions

Thank you for tagging me @ladylucksrogue and @aknightreaderr! Excited to do this question game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26

2. What's your A03 word count?

162, 887

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write for the Star Wars fandom! A long long time ago, before I was confident enough to post my fics, I wrote some Lord of the Rings fan fics that will never see the light of day XD But now my main fandoms are The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - 205 (Rexsoka)

Tihaar? More Like Truth Serum - 118 (Rexsoka)

Hold On to Me - 111 (Rexsoka)

Not Strong Enough - 86 (Gen, Tech centric)

Please Don't Make it Real - 84 (Gen, Crosshair centric)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm I have a few, but I think Lost Without You is pretty darn angsty. The general premise is that it is a Rexsoka fic I wrote where Ahsoka is in mourning after Rex passes away :(

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I would say Tihaar? More Like Truth Serum has the fluffiest, happiest ending! What can be better than an adorable, drunken Rex admitting his feelings to Ahsoka :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet (and hopefully never will), everyone has been very kind in the fandom, which I appreciate!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I don't! I'll write a little bit of spice into my fics but I always tend to keep it pretty mild, and rely on fade to black when anything further is going to happen.

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't written any cross overs but I am working on an AU of the Bad Batch as Formula 1 drivers, which is probably the closest I'll ever get to a cross over.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I have some tentative plans with one of my lovely fellow fic writers to collaborate on a fic for her fanfic universe! Not sure how much I should say about this so I'm gonna leave it at that :)

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I think its a tie between Crosslo (Crosshair and my OC, Arlo) or Rexsoka! I love both of these ships to death (as you can probably tell from my writing). 

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

Ahhhh this would be my Kix the burnt out medic fic (that is literally the placeholder title in the word doc)! I really want to finish this but it is pretty heavy on the angst so we will see if I can make it through the long dark that is this fic! I would love to share it, but it's just a very heavy one to write.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm I would say I think I do a good job of characterization and getting into my character's mind sets and pulling out emotion in my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I would like to improve my ability to set the scene in my fics. Sometimes I see the scene very well in my head but forget to write it into my fic XD

I would say I also admire some of my fellow writers ability to write off the charts chemistry and sexual/romantic tension between their characters. Although I think I have some ability in this, I would absolutely love to improve it more as I think I have room to grow!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'll throw the occasional Mando'a word in if I'm writing a clone centric fic, and I usually use Star Wars specific swear words but I would never write full passages of dialogue in another language, at least not at this point.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Lord of the Rings, if you count my never to be posted fanfics from a long time ago XD But the first fandom I ever posted fanfic for was Star Wars!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Oooo I am particularly proud of Disobedient Hands, which is the first fic in my Crosslo series for Crosshair and my OC, Arlo. I felt like I really did a good job of getting into Crosshair's mind in this one, as well as creating the beginnings of what has come to be my most favorite OC of mine, Arlo (not that I have many, but of the few I do, she is my fav). I truly love all the fics in this series though, and it's been fun exploring the relationship between Crosshair and Arlo, and watching them grow through my writing. The series is ongoing and can be found here on AO3 if anyone is interested <3

Tagging: @tealmisthams, @acatinwinterfell, @queen-of-mandalore, @melting-houses-of-gold and anyone else who wants to participate!