Hi Friends,

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!

He doesn’t like the heat

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 6

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!

What if Tech was a Professional Race Speeder driver???? Like he retired then became a Professional NasSpeeder driver????

Lucanis Dellamorte’s perfect relaxation: Sprawled on top of Rook, head on their chest. In one hand Rook holds the newest book from his favorite romance serial, from which they’re reading aloud. Their other arm is around him, and that hand alternates between stroking his hair and scratching his back.

Man’s completely blissed out. Barely knows his own name. What’s a Talon? He doesn’t know.

(Spite takes over briefly. “I think. You broke him.”

Rook laughs.

No, Lucanis replies blearily in his mind. I think they fixed me.)

they’re vicious creatures…

Old Cross can have an earring, as a treat

“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

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thanks for tagging me @ahsokathegray and @tealmisthams!

I was editing my multichapter fic today, That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling, and here is the last line I wrote:

Rex cringed internally as the words left his mouth, but Ahsoka was already nodding. She almost looked excited. It brought one of those dopey half-smiles to his face, and he gazed at her softly, relishing in the way she looked up at him expectantly with her palm raised to touch his hair. There wasn’t an ounce of sadness in her eyes, and he decided he’d let her touch his hair every day for the rest of his life if it made her happy like this.

The chapter this line is from is not posted yet, but the first three chapters are here on ao3!

Tags: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @saviinika, @acatinwinterfell, @mschiefmanagxd

Thank you for the tag @aknightreaderr! I love the passage you posted! Crosshair is adorable lol <3 I can't believe I haven't read this yet, it is now added to the list :)

This is the first passage from a Kix centric fic I may or may not ever post XD I've been working on it for about 6 months now, and I still haven't polished it to the point of posting. Hope y'all enjoy and please let me know if anyone would be interested in reading more!

“Pulse check!” Kix’s voice rang out over the chaotic clamour, firm and strong. The stillness was immediate, as the junior medic pulled back from the chest, panting in exertion from the endless rounds of compressions. The nurse droids stilled, and the monitors remained silent; all eyes were on the patient. Kix’s heart hammered in his chest, a cruel mockery of the dead trooper before him. He waited with bated breath for Coric’s assessment to prove the flat line on the cardiac monitor wrong. It didn’t.

No pressure tags: @tealmisthams, @ladylucksrogue, @acatinwinterfell, @queen-of-mandalore, @melting-houses-of-gold, and anyone else who wants to participate!

First line challenge!

Rules: post the first line of your WIP, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

Thank you for the tag @babyscilence! <3

This is from an AU, post chip-arc, where the Daughter takes the fate of the galaxy in her own hands and gives Fives a second chance by bringing him back -- only he's now a cadet on Kamino, about to face graduation. What could go wrong? a lot :)

I've got a lot of ideas for this one, so probably I'll rant about it in the future but for now here's the first few pharagraphs :)

The last thing he sees is Rex's face, the teardrop spilling down his cheek and then darkness consumes everything. Fives presses his eyes shut and lets it take over him. I'm sorry Rex. He doesn't feel his limbs, like he's floating. It's alnost...comforting. Sort of. He creaks his eyes open and they widen in surprise as the stars appear. One by one. White and blue, bright and faint. Thousands of them.

Also if it sounds a bit weird, I always write in my first language and kind of just hastily translated this :))

NPTs: I really don't know if you guys did this already, but if you'd like to join: @bladelei, @aknightreaderr