#also crosshair is *chefs kiss* in this fic

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Hii! First things first, I LOVE ur fics and ur blog! It's my first time requesting a fic since I'm always worried about overwhelming the writers. No pressure at all to write the fic okay??

I wanted to ask if you could write some spicy Crosshair x fem reader? Soo for the prompt I'm thinking Crosshair probably gets so jealous and worked up over the day watching you(reader) interact closely with other men, specially regs. He makes sure to mark you up and kriff you so good so you never forget who you belong to. Lots of dirty talking. He's sweet in the aftercare tho since he's a softie.

Also, if he spits in ur mouth that would be the cherry on top and chef's kiss, but it doesn't have to have that 🙊🙈🙈

Hiiiii sweetie 🥹

Thank you! That’s so so so kind to say it made me smile 🤩😁

I am so here for giving sexy Crosshair some loving 🫠🫠urhh he’s just a HOTTIE! I hope I captured him in the right way as I’ve never wrote for him and I hope you like this likkle bit of filth 🥵🥵hehehe

Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🫶🏻

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗠𝗲- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝟵𝟵 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1244

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁

Another long day of listening to Nala Se , yes her knowledge is second to none and you had learnt a great deal but you could think of something else you’d much rather be doing right now.

You wonder at the far depths of your mind why you had been transferred from the medical base on Coruscant to Kamino however deep down you weren’t one to complain. If it meant you spent more time with a certain clone then maker you’d stay here forever and always. Crosshair had intrigued you from day one a total asshole but stars above you wanted him, his domineering stance, his conceited aura, the feral look in his eyes each time you pass each other, the animalistic look a one that could kill each time a reg gets a little to close to you. Yet nothing had happened and you were so desperate for his touch it kept you awake at night.

Finally back at your private quarters you had a chance to relax your mind and body until a loud knock pulled you from your thoughts.

“One moment” you call out pulling your robes over to give you some form of decorum.

Crosshair stands at your door leaned against the frame, swirling that toothpick at the side of his mouth, his arms crossed over his muscular lithe body, he glared at you, his jaw was clenching yet he remained silent.

“Crosshair- are y-you ok? What’s wrong?” You ask confused chewing your bottom lip.

You swallowed hard and the stoney silence did nothing to hide it. He scanned your body approving the silk of the fabric draped around you hugging your curves.

“Crosshair- what’s going on?” The authority in your tone causes him to raise a brow. A low chuckle escapes his lips. His usual expression unreadable yet something primal, something dark flashed behind his amber eyes.

He moves towards you closing the distance between your bodies, tension already boiling over. You quickly cover the remainder of your bare skin, Crosshair being as perceptive as ever notices. His gloved hands clutch at your wrists.

“Ah ah ah” his voice demanding and oh maker so fucking sexy.

“Take it off” he demanded.

Your eyes widened and a breath hitched in your throat as you slowly unwrapped your robe letting it drop the ground exposing your naked body. One hand reaches out to skim across your delicate flesh.

“Good girl- you don’t know what you do to me do you?” He growled his eyes blown wild with lust. He stalks you, backing you closer to the cool of the wall with each step he takes.

“What I do to you…?” Your voice bewildered.

“The regs… I’ve seen how close you work with them I’ve seen the way they look at you princess” he rasps , caging you in at the wall both fists planted at the side your head.

“Could the regs do this princess?” He scoffed whispering against your ear. He plunged two fingers into your moist core you gasped and wriggled in response. His fingers began to explore your tight pussy sliding in and out at a gentle pace. His free hand clasped around your throat, only allowing for a small amount of your to fill your lungs.

“Oh Cross-“ your soft moans cut off by his lips crashing against yours, the kiss was hot heavy and possessive. His fingers begin to relentlessly slide in and out, your juices soaking his fingers.

You moan and pant into his mouth, tongues and teeth collide as you begin to grind against his palm, a beautiful friction buzzing inside of you shooting blinding pleasure throughout your body. His pace only quickens pushing you closer and closer that sweet release.

Crosshair breaks away from the kiss pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. His eyes lock with yours. He studies your face before forcefully grabbing your chin the wetness from his fingers damp against your skin.

“Open” he growled

Obediently you part your lips and open your mouth looking up at this clone you’ve wanted for so long allowing Crosshair to spit in your mouth. Swallowing his spit you ran your tongue across your teeth, a feral glint sparkled in your eyes.

“Good little princess now bend over for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

You got on all fours for Crosshair back arched and ass sticking out , your fluttering cunt anxiously waiting for him to ruin you. He positioned himself behind you rubbing his throbbing length up and down your slit, quiet gasps fell from your lips.

“Please” you plead

“Patience princess” he scolded, his voice low, gravely.

His thick pulsating member sheathed fully inside of you brutally filling you with no warning. He began fucking into you mercilessly. Each thrust hard and deep smacking off that spongy spot your legs trembling as he fucks into you with such force. He leans down nipping and biting at your flesh relishing in the way you squirm and groan as his teeth mark you.

The sounds of wet squelching, his balls smacking against your skin and pitiful grunts and moans fill the small room.

“That’s it take me princess take my fucking cock in your cunt I know how fucking much you wanted it”

He growls into your neck placing open mouth wet kisses where his lips can reach.

“Uh fuck oh Crosshair harder” you whine and groan underneath him , the pace almost painful but never taking away from the burning coil tightening inside you.

“Regs won’t fuck you the way I do princess- you belong to me”

Your pelvic muscles tighten, the blistering heat ablaze across your body burning more and more, sharp gratifying sparks tingle through each vein as Crosshair continues his relentless pounding, your cunt throbs around him you moan louder gripping the soft sheets under your clamy skin.

Your edging so close to that beautiful feeling of pure rapture. You feel every vein every rib of Crosshairs fat cock fucking you senseless. He can feel the way your walls flutter around him, his thrusts erratic as he leans down into you clutching your neck the other engulfing your heavy breast.

“Fuck” Crosshair groans sinking his teeth into your neck.

“I’m gonna uh fuck Crosshair I’m gonna cum” you whine, eyes screwed shut, your breathing laboured.

Rocking your hips back into his harsh thrusts whimpering incoherently your body betrays you and cum hard, your eyes roll back , your vision blurs stars shooting across the back of your eyes , your pussy convulses.

Screams and moans floor the air.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me like a good little whore” Crosshair groans are strained as his calloused fingers curl roughly into your hips.

Your pathetic moans cause him to succumb to the blinding gratification and he coats your walls with his warm seed.

“Mmmm fuck good girl” his voice low husky, dark.

Creamy cum spills out from your ruined pussy dribbling down your thighs. Your bodies fall limp against each other. You feel his lips graze against your shoulder blade.

Tender sweet kisses litter your salty skin, a taste he gladly welcomes.

Crosshair slides of out of you achingly slow taking pleasure in the way your face contorts knowing you enjoy how this feels. You watch as he begins circling your clit before pushing back some of the mixed cum that falls freely from your swollen cunt.

A dark feral look splashes across his face.

“Lay back princess i want to taste that sweet pretty cunt.”

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10 + 1 Modern Day WangXian Cultivator Au’s

This is a rec list for @yiling-laozu-is-loml but she kindly gave permission for me to post and share! A little bit about the Rec parameters:

must be long fics (so I stuck to min 50K completed fics- I did include one banger as an exception)

if applicable BottomXian only

all fics must be modern/ish aus with cultivators

Please enjoy the list! All of these fics are tried and true, I've also included notes on each with my thoughts.

1 Wei Wuxian’s Guide to Hacking for Fun and Profit (150,301 words) by ArgentInferno

Chapters: 14/14 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, modern cultivation au, Hacker Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, neurodivergent wangxian, Therapy for the win, Fluff, Shenanigans, Lan Wangji isn't good with feelings, Fighting against corruption, Talisman-based tech, Getting Together, Slow Burn, shameless flirting Summary: When Lan Wangji is seconded to the Lanling branch of the Cultivation Bureau, he expects a boring rotation. Perhaps a lonely one, but he is accustomed to loneliness, and duty is duty. He doesn’t expect to be partnered with an over-exuberant ex-criminal with far too much enthusiasm for hacking, making mischief, and annoying Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian is everything Lan Wangji despises in a cultivator – he’s loud, unruly, and has no respect for anything. He’s even proud of what he did to get arrested in the first place. Unfortunately, he’s also very good at what he does. If Lan Wangji is going to figure out why someone with a talent for both hacking and talisman curses is targeting certain prominent members of Lanling’s high society, he’s going to need all the help he can get, for it’s far from a normal case. Solving it might put both him and Wei Wuxian in the crosshairs of some very powerful people on both sides of the law. Then again, given Wei Wuxian’s predilection for explosive experiments, working with him might be most dangerous part about the whole mess.

NOTES: This fic was honestly so cool! There are a couple techno-cultivator fics i've read and this casefic was light and wholesome with a unique plot. I love the idea of mixing tech and cultivation and this fic does a fantastic job with it. It also brings up some great themes around classism and power which is *chefs kiss *

2 Hear a song this deeply (87424 words) by so_shhy

Chapters: 16/16 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, modern cultivation au, Kind of academia AU, Music, Kid Fic, Canon-Typical Violence, Action/Adventure, To An Extent, Background XiYao - Freeform, canon-typical Meng Yao behaviour, Original Character(s), Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, we love us some tragic backstory, Happy Ending, for wangxian at least, [slaps fic] this baby can fit so much plot in it Summary: “I’m not here to help you with your work,” said Lan Zhan, injecting frost into his voice to deter any further attempts at charm. “I’ll be focusing on my research.” Wei Ying cocked his head. “Research?” he said. “Mm. I’m a cultivation researcher, not a department employee. I’m reconstructing the ancient musical cultivation techniques of the Lan clan.” _ Lan Zhan’s new liaison at the Caiyi Municipal Cultivation Department is an enigma – ridiculously talented, yet somehow content with mopping up spiritual pests for barely above minimum wage. Wei Ying is slapdash and irresponsible, and Lan Zhan doesn’t like him at all… but then he meets A-Yuan, who loves music and longs for a piano his father can’t afford. Forced into cautious friendship by a four-year-old's music lessons, Lan Zhan soon realises Wei Ying is more than he seems. The single father is a man of many secrets – including, perhaps, the key to Lan Zhan's life's work. And in the meantime, the background resentment in Caiyi Town is rising to dangerous levels…

NOTES: Interesting take on modernish (fantasy modern?) rogue demonic cultivator WY protecting the Wens (also including Baba WY- which has my entire heart to begin with). A bonus is that this fic ft's a smitten Wangji. This fic is also lovely in the MDZS way in that characters go through a dramatic worldview shift via one messy man.

3 Hanlong (282550 words) by micratus

Chapters: 104/104 Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Case Fic, Cloud Recesses Study Arc (Modao Zushi), But not only Cloud Recesses, Slow Burn, Oblivious Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Drunken Shenanigans, References to Drugs, Canon-Typical Violence, Action & Romance, WangXian, with non-explicit SangCheng, Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Wei Wuxian Protests Too Much, Humor, This is a translation, Modern with Cultivation, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Some guys find redemption here Summary: This is a translation of Ханьлун by Alexandra Kreuz. Now includes the second EXTRA chapter! Modern China AU. Wei Wuxian's morning started not with a cup of coffee, but with a forced business trip to the outskirts of China to deal with a strange influx of walking dead. That alone would have been fine, if his case partner wasn't that cold fish Lan Wangji. Yes, the same boring stick-in-the-mud Lan Zhan, with whom he has had an uneasy relationship when they studied together at the Cultivation Academy and whom he hadn't seen for more then five years…

NOTES: This fic was a great modern casefic with oblivious WY and I loved that WangXian has a past together. I will say it feels a little OOC at times, but I think this is mostly due to it being a translated fic. I enjoyed the story though!

4 All Old Things are New Again (51656 words) by The Feels Whale

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Reincarnation, Modern Setting, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ Series: Part 1 of All Old Things Are New Again Summary: Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue. Conversely: Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.

Noted: Okay I LOVED this fic! Such a cool take on modern cultivation and Soulmate Au's. My heart for Lan Zhan in this fic- poor boy has been searching through time for his love's reincarnation. I also am a fan of sexworker/cam au's and this one is solid.

5 A Haunting Love (64621 words) by Selenay, omegas_m

Chapters: 8/8 Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Writer Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Ghost Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, But Is He Really?, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Discovery, Family Secrets, Embedded Images Summary: When Lan Zhan moved into Gentian Cottage, he was looking for a quiet home and a fresh perspective on life. He didn't expect his new home to be occupied by a ghost who was anything but quiet, or to be pulled into a century-old mystery. Lan Zhan is about to discover that the world is stranger than he'd ever imagined and romance isn't just a genre on his bookshelf.

NOTES: This fic is a little more loosely modern day cultivator. There are cultivators but Lan Zhan does not know he is one- it'll make sense. Anyways! This is one of a couple ghost WangXian fics that I love. The backstory is tragic as hell, but the ending is happy I promise.

6 your love, unmoved (82820 words) by TheOtherAsianKid, ravenditefairylights

Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sickfic, Family Bonding, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Identity Porn, Age Difference, Hospitalization, Unreliable Narrator, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Nonbinary Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, Hurt/Comfort, Single Parent Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Miscommunication, Canon-Typical Violence, slaps fic this bad boy can fit so many tropes into it, Implied Sexual Content Summary: Lan Wangi's life is very simple, and because of that it's also very predictable. He's a respected cultivator in his thirties, with a son and a class of Lan disciples to teach. And then he becomes Lan Wangji, a respected cultivator in his thirties, with a son, a class of Lan disciples to teach and a fake husband who thinks he doesn't remember their wedding because of the accident, and Lan Wangji doesn't quite know how to tell him that there was no wedding at all. Wei Ying is not predictable. Wei Ying is the farthest thing from predictable; which is only confirmed when it turns out that he's been doing some lying of his own. In Lan Wangji's opinion though, neither that nor the conspiracy Wei Ying is trying to uncover matter as much as how his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs.

NOTES: Okay what I love the most about this fic is that WangXian are disasters. The miscommunication is WILD. But it's worth it in the end! The fact that they are both hiding the same things from eachother and that the tropes are TROPING. So much in this fic, it truly is a wild ride.

7 Red Is Just Black Remembering (41272 words) by Zizzani

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Homophobia, Necromancy, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, all my modern fics are set in Canada just fyi, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, this is really just very sweet and kinda sad Series: Part 1 of Post Ghost Summary: Which is why Wei Wuxian is severely annoyed that one the first day moving in, there's a translucent man staring out his bedroom window. "Are you kidding me?!" Wei Wuxian huffs, voice bouncing down the landing as he drops his bags with a thud at the top of the stairs. The man turns from where he's been staring through the dusty pane and looks directly at Wei Wuxian. Their gazes meet and the man's eyes widen like saucers. In a deep, disbelieving voice, he murmurs, "You can see me?" "Nope!" Wei Wuxian announces and turns around to march right back down the stairs. It’s stupid, really. The man is already waiting at the bottom of the staircase when Wei Wuxian gets there. Wei Wuxian stops dead, eyeing the spectre. The man's eyes narrow triumphantly. “You can see me," he states. Wei Wuxian turns around and marches back up the stairs. The man is already there at the top.

NOTES: Another ghost WangXian situation but this time Lan Zhan is dead. This fic is less focused on modern day cultivators but there is still cultivation. I did cry a bunch reading this fic because of homophobia in a historical context surrounding Lan Zhan and his death. It's a really beautiful story though 10/10 would read again.

8 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! (178962 words) by KizuKatana

Chapters: 20/20 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Found family Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning & Wen Qing Additional Tags: Yu Ziyuan Abuses Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, But this time it's caught on video, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Cultivators, Cultivators wear body cameras for training, Partial core removal but Wen Qing makes sure there's a foundation left, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn is expelled from the Jiang Sect, And ends up making money live streaming his nighthunts, meet ugly, Dual Cultivation, Wei Wuxian goes viral, Pretty much all the bad stuff happens in the first 2 chapters, Top Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Bottom Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji Has a Big Dick, And fucks a new core into Wei Wuxian with it, While the Jiang Sect Crumbles, No war, Qi fucking, Found Family Series: Part 1 of Caught in 4k Summary: A night-hunt goes wrong, and Wei Wuxian is scapegoated for the death of the Jiang Sect Leader and the destroyed core of the Jiang Sect Heir. As punishment, his core is taken and given to Jiang Cheng, and he is stripped of his cultivation credentials and expelled from the sect. What everyone forgot was that Wei Wuxian was wearing the standard issue body camera that each cultivator wore on training missions and high-risk night-hunts. Struggling to make ends meet, Wei Wuxian finds his way to Caiyi Town with the doctor who performed the surgery, a partial core still secretly in place. His application to work at Cloud Recesses is summarily rejected by the hard-edged Second Jade of Lan after an unfortunate initial encounter. But things change when someone hacks into the Jiang systems and releases the footage of what happened. [First part of the title is a quote from Shakespeare, but this story is not based on that one!]

NOTES: I'm not going to lie this story was heartbreaking. Wei Wing goes THROUGH IT for most of it, but I promise a happy ending. This is a neat modern cultivator Au in which cultivation sects have their own laws outside of non cultivator governments but a terrible thing happens to WY because Madam Yu is actually incredibly awful which forces some things to happen. Anyways, it has found family, and a new golden core (of course created most consensually with Lan Zhan).

9 The Shade of Old Trees (363665 words) by Kryal

Chapters: 25/25 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Additional Tags: Ridiculously Long Notes, Alternate Universe - History, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, 300k+ Words, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Summary: “We rest in the shade of trees our ancestors planted.” They called the man in the ice Yiling Laozu, after a folk hero associated with the town in the foothills of the mountains where he was found. No one expected him to be alive!

NOTES: This fic was so damn cool. Like both literally (magic ice man) and the most rad plot. It is sort of modern cultivator? They are no longer a thing but maybe might also be a thing, but the man in ice is definitely a cultivator. What really is exceptional with this fic are the author notes!!! So in depth, so many sources, I love it when I can see what shaped the authors choices.

10 Echoes of Love (212176 words) by Witch_Nova221

Chapters: 32/32 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, university lecturer Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Get a Happy Ending, Dark Baoshan Sanren, Amnesia, Memory Loss, 1980s music, Lan Zhan loves all things 80s, Oxford vs Cambridge Boat Race, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Torture, Murder, Blood, Blood and Injury, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mystery, Nova's Give Lan Zhan friends of his own agenda Series: Part 1 of A Never Ending Story Summary: 'Somehow I knew, that day back at Churchill, I knew you were someone essential to me. That part of you was reaching out to a part of me and now I know why.' When Wei Ying fell he was ready to die. To die and to let the world forget him but someone had other ideas. Now, stranded in 21st Century England, he finds himself without a common language, friends or even any memory of who he was before. Luck alone brings him to the steps of Churchill College and to the attention of a young Professor Lan Zhan; expert in ancient pottery and fine art, champion rower, and lover of all things 1980s. With his new friend at his side, Wei Ying begins to navigate his new world in the hope of finding his place in it but echoes of the past are never far behind.

NOTES: Dang this is another fic that has me sobbing but the story was very good! Sort of modern cultivators- they are there but also not... this fic has a bit of everything; amnesia, time travel, 80's music, dragon boat racing, reincarnation- literally whatever you'd like. I will wanr though- when the tag says Dark Baoshan Sanren they are not joking she was vile. This fic does have a happy ending but at what cost.

BONUS FIC!

+1 The Festival of the Yiling Patriarch (1059 words) by sami

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Wēn Qíng/Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī - Relationship Additional Tags: stories about stories, a centuries-long game of telephone, best boy Lan Sizhui Series: Part 21 of The Same Moon Shines, Part 1 of ridiculous future bullshit Summary: Stories change over time. Sometimes they have help.

NOTES: Okay hear me out. This series is part of like 2 other series and there are so many fics in the multiple series that it totally hits the long form category. Anyways, this series follows immortal cultivators in modern day (also through time) and is a bunch of little glimpses into their lives. They are CHAOTIC and hilarious and joyous. I highly recommend starting at the very beginning of these with the time travel fix it and working through them all. you will not be disappointed.

[fandom-friday]

@drafthorsemath wrote Tooka Dad - this one is such warm fluffy goodness with just enough angst to make it fully open to be enjoyed, you know that type? The smidgen that makes the whole flavor chef kiss. Cross and tookas cannot be ignored.

@the-bad-batch-baroness wrote Dancing Lights - This wolf!Wolffe fic (want to note it isn't werewolf, it's wolf, in case some of you are unsure) is absolutely immersive from start to finish - it's cold, it's frightening, it's heart-swelling, it's amazing, it needs to be read. The suspense is delicious and the imagery stunning.

These are both great! I love the fluff in Tooka Dad. I am such a sucker for the "broody character softens for floofy new friend" trope, and this fic has that IN SPADES. And I love how the new tooka friend serves as a way to help Crosshair open up, not only with his brothers but with new people. It's so SOFT and lovely!

And I love the fantasy elements of Dancing Lights! I think Steph perfectly captured Wolffe's protective nature and his internal struggle. The lore that got crafted for this story is also super neat, and so well thought out! It's very different, and it's so cool!

Thanks so much for sending these in!

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[atombonniebaby]

MacBeth: Love in the Crosshairs

Chapter 5: Take care of him and he'll take care of you.

Yay, a new chapter! Purely a Mac and Dogmeat chapter, it's a feelgood chapter (until the end, which is bittersweet)

(This is an additional chapter before the following 4 I originally planned...I'm almost done with editing!)

But ahhhhh...Lots of Sim Settlements 2 mentions in this one! SS2 is awesome, guys. Download it! Even just for Jake and his "Magical ASAMs" - He will appear in chap 8!

I haven't made up the official screenshots yet for these new chapters, (I've been too busy modding and writing hah) so I thought putting together a 'Previously On' Kinda lineup would be fun.

All of these screens happened before the start of my fic...enjoy!

"You must be the guy I'm looking for"

"I'll help you deal with these Raiders"

Scenery: Concord

"Up Here!"

Museum of Freedom: Cut Content Restored

"It. Is. Angry!"

"Woo Hoo! You just took out that Deathclaw!" (I fuggin Love Jake!)

Accompanying the Sanctuary 5 back to their new home (Nate's tiny head tho hah!)

We built this Settlement out of Duck tape and Bubble-gum!

MacCready my boy, you'll never want to leave this place!

The last pic is how Nate left Sanctuary!

(I love this City Plan. It's called 'Sanitary,' and it's kinda old-timey.

It was the first randomly generated City I got!

The Settlements getting built before your eyes with City Plans make this game for me!

Also, NACx is killing it with the misty, foggy vibe, ugh *Chef kiss

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

Ooooh don't mind if I do jump on this bandwagon!!

Your favorite member of TBB is: CROSSHAIR

Because: I'm a sucker for downfall/redemption arcs and I will die on the hill that his is one of the best that I've ever seen in media. He's such a complex character, you can't boil him down to just one interpretation. Also he's just hilarious to watch when he's showing off

You identify the most with: Tech, closely followed by Omega

Because: Hmmm. The sarcastic, neurodivergent nerd that prefers geeking out on his datapad to other people, apart from the ones he cares about the most. I WONDER WHY

Your favorite minor character from the show: Don't make me choose between Mayday and Phee goddammit

Because: I fell in love with Mayday in one episode. I just wish he hadn't died because his personality meshed so well with Crosshair's, they'd have been great friends :( He was such a good character. Brave and selfless, but quick-witted too. And as for Phee I was initially worried that she'd be reduced down to just a love interest but SHE'S SO WELL-WRITTEN?? I love her dynamic with Tech, I hope we get to learn more about her in S3

A TBB-centric piece or post of yours that you are most proud of: I've only published one TBB fic so far, although I have an unholy amount of wips, so here it is! Focusing on Tech when he broke his leg in the S2 premiere. And in terms of art, I did a Crosshair screencap redraw from the Outpost a while back that I really like

Because: I just really like the way I wrote him in that. It was fun. And the Crosshair piece was the first time I'd drawn him and I wan't expecting it to go that well, so I'm pretty proud of it

Link so that we can appreciate it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44246269 and https://www.tumblr.com/nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius/713492971788632064/you-could-have-saved-him?source=share

A TBB-centric piece of art that slaps so hard you enjoy (and why): ALL of @zaana, @shyranno, @amorfista, @thattoothpick and @echojedis' artworks because you guys feed my soul whilst also inspiring me to practice my own drawing, thank you for sharing your art with us <3 If I had to pick one piece it's this because 🥹

Link: ^

A TBB-centric fanfic that gives you life you enjoy (and why): THIS oh my god this by @oh-three is easily the best Tech-centric series I've ever read, the characterisation is chef's kiss. And it also ripped my soul out. Angela why. (affectionate)

Link: ^

A TBB headcanon or trope that is 100% canon to you: The Batch being afraid of needles, Crosshair being hypersensitive to light, Cross and Tech as twins, now do you see why Crosshair is my favourite?

Color(s) you think would suit if Crosshair gets "Mercenary" armor: OOOOH I haven't thought about this one! I feel like he'd want to stick with darker colours. Honestly I really want to see him with darker blue streaks. Just to make him stand out a little from the others, because you know. Also ice vulture vibes

One thing you NEED to see happen in Season 3: Yeah I'm seconding Zaana on this one, I have nothing more to add. COME ON FILONI GIVE US WHAT WE WANT

NPTs: @oh-three @techs-stitches @techs-goggles9902 @lunarninja613 @padawancat97 @eyecandyeoz @questforgalas @lightwise @ihaventpickedausername and all my other TBB moots, come get ya bois

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Please share your answers to these questions and pass them on to some of your Bad Batch-loving buds!

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A TBB-centric piece or post of yours that you are most proud of:

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A TBB-centric piece of art that slaps so hard you enjoy (and why):

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One thing you NEED to see happen in Season 3:

@wwheeljack @wrenkenstein @floundrickthewayfarer @raevulsix @enigmatist17 @slenderboo @echojedis @nika6q @zaana @wiseowl18 @toastyrobos @eclec-tech @jigget @destril @niobiumao3

[wille-zarr]

hi not me writing a crosshair x female!oc romance fic and somehow turning it into a family fic full of sibling bonding 

[oo-hazel-oo]

okay, i just have to say…

i have read so much incredible bad batch fanfic this week. y’all are killing it!! here are some of my current favorites:

@agentmarymargaretskitz’s fic “The World We Once Knew, Gone It Is” — in this fic, hunter joins the empire instead of crosshair. it’s beautifully written with lots of surprising plot points and character development, and tons of cute sibling moments between omega, cross, and the rest of the batch!!

RubyStiff89’s one-shot, “Spreadsheets and Happiness” — this fic centers around echo finding happiness in the wake of all the loss and war he’s dealt with. prepare to cry — i did. bonus points: tech reads cheesy romance novels.

@kaydear’s incredible fic “introductions” — this is a modern au story that details the batch’s fight for custody of their long-lost sister, omega (if you hated nala se before, just you wait). the writing is paced perfectly and the character development is amazing. it’s so cool to see how the batch’s personalities translate over to a modern setting! if you like this, definitely go check out their other modern au bad batch fics!!

Shads_the_queen_of_the_potato_people’s fic “Gravity Well” — i would leave 1,000 kudos on this one if i could. it’s great if you’re looking for a perfectly balanced mixture of action, plot, and ~spice~. it centers around two oc’s and their growing relationships with crosshair and echo. the rest of the batch, and some of our other favorite clones, make appearances as well!

@yatzstar’s fic “The Ghost of Ord Mantell” — in this fic, omega is kidnapped and it’s up to crosshair to get her back. it is paced beautifully and i’m always left at the edge of my seat. also, crosshair’s characterization is *chef’s kiss*. i am anxiously awaiting the next update on this one!! i also love @yatzstar’s other bad batch fics (i’ve read (and ADORE) all seven of them)!!

Pily’s fic, “At Least” — those of you who read lots of bad batch fanfic are probably familiar with Pily’s work, but this one hit different. it focuses on omega (and the rest of the batch) as they deal with the sudden loss of hunter. it portrays the complex nature of death and grief so well, and is guaranteed to make you cry. i haven’t seen this concept often in bad batch fics, so it’s definitely a must-read!

i wanna start doing fic rec lists like this more often, so if you have anything you’d like to recommend (whether that’s your own work or someone else’s), feel free to let me know in the comments! <3

[lv-iceprince]

Hey Eden, just wondering but do you know any good bts fics that are spy or secret agent AUs featuring the ot7 or a single member (and it’s an OC/reader insert and/or has smut?) Since their scammys performance, I’ve been whipped up for finding fics for that au lol.

Hello love,

Now I mean this is probably basic af and you may have read these. But I honestly haven't read a bts fic in a hot minute but I do know a bunch of spy/ secret agent AUs for some reason so I hope this is helpful!

~Crosshairs- I remember it being good, basically secret agent! Jungkook with some angst and smut.

Junghelioseok also has Absolution a somewhat similar fic with Hobi it also has smut it in and Budapest which is a fluffy secret agent smut with Yoongi This was my personal favourite.

~MAD MONEY- Jungkook x cashier! reader, I don't think it really has smut it's more suggestive but god I really loved this one when I read it. The writing style is *chefs kiss*

~Next Time- Hoseok x reader and honestly this is another without smut, it's just fluff and angst but I truly love this one too, this is a prime example of fanfics still being captivating even without smut

~ Straight Shooter- Hitman! Yoongi x dealer/gunsmith! reader. Okay I know this isn't as much of a secret agent/ spy thing but this is such a good fic it would feel like wrongdoing not to mention this masterpiece.

~ The Company- This is a whole series, some of the members aren't complete but this is just a very good collection of fics. I think you'll get a lot of enjoyment out of this one.

~ Codename Cupid- And lastly this is another series, I feel like this one is so severely underrated I am still confused as to why this isn't as popular as the others. I probably can't describe the story as well as the auteur so I'll just let you explore that.

I tried my hardest to leave out hitman and mafia au's since you didn't really want them but I also know a lot of hitman and mafia au's so if you need some more recs I have a bunch!

[nimata-beroya]

My Thoughts on TBB 1x15 "Return to Kamino" Season 1 finale part 1

I wrote this on my second watch of the episode, so some comments are related to things that came later. To sum it up, this episode was the best so far and it broke me. I'm still crying about it 😭😭 I knew it was going to be devastating, but not on this level of brutality. Anyway, here are my reactions/thoughts. Be warned, it's LONG, and spoilers are everywhere.

When Crosshair said "They'll come for you" to Hunter but leaving unsaid the "like you didn't for me" when he took the commlink to bait the batch. Gawd, it hurt! 😖

But trap aside, I'm glad that this happened bc I was wondering why would they keep Hunter in Daro. It didn't make sense. Especially when it was obvious that the facility had security problems. 2 escapes in as many days doesn't look good. Transferring Hunter to another location makes more sense and if that happened the batch needed to know where or they'd waste time going to Daro again and risking themselves unnecessarily rescuing someone who wasn't there.

Ugh, Rampart why don't you die!!

I knew the batch'd be back to Ord Mantell at the beginning of this episode

Hmm, I must say TBB writers and I think alike sometimes. In a fic that I'm writing, the batch also returns to Kamino and uses a different landing pad than the usual. Mine isn't in the middle of the ocean but I could change it 😜 there's still time for me to edit that

I love the detail of Omega's wet hair

Oh, my heart ❤️ 🥺 Echo asking Omega if she's all right

"Not the ones (clones) that matter" oh, my dear foolish Crossy. You're seeking acceptance and belonging where you shouldn't. I know it's part bc of what has happened, but baby no! Tarkin and Rampart care nothing for you

"They don't leave their own behind. Most of the time." Ouch! It hurts but the jab is well deserved 😖😭😖

"We didn't have a choice" It's true, they didn't. Really, really didn't.

"Hmm. I did?" 😭😭 no, you didn't either 😭😭

See, one of the reasons the batch can infiltrate Kamino relatively easily now it's the lack of troopers and personnel. Can you imagine doing that with hallways full of troopers coming and going. Yeah, fun 🙄

Side note: Yeah, nope. Cross, baby, that chip of yours is still in your head, no matter what you say later on. You're still on with the thing of following orders.

This is the only point where I snorted. Crosshair calling Omega sidekick 🤭 (taking notes for future fics)

Yep, Cross is right. If he'd wanted you all dead, Hunter, you would be. He doesn't miss, remember?

"We're loyal to each other" ~ "You weren't loyal to me" Yikes! That hurt 😭 Hunter's face says it all

"I was one of you" You still are, you idiot! "You might've forgotten" Nah, they didn't. "But I haven't, so that's why I'm going to give you what you never gave… a chance" Honest to god, this is where I started bawling 😭😭😭 and also thinking frantically what was Cross' plan, what was he going to do. The first time I watched it I was unsure of his intentions.

Omega waving at the woman who caught her 😆

I know it comes from all the bullying he suffered, and unhealthy defense mechanisms but when Crosshair started talking about being superior I just wanted to smack the back of his head 😒

"We were brothers once, we can be once again" This right here, this moment is when my heart shattered 💔💔😭😭 because, in the end, all that Cross wants is his family back. A sense of belonging and acceptance that he believes the Empire gave him, but he doesn't want to accept is that the Empire doesn't care for him. He believes that by having his brothers back, he will be complete. He's so lost. Poor my baby 😭😭😭

Oh, I love that Tech notices the reflective disk and he knew what was going to happen. And bumping Wrecker to tell him *chef's kiss*

Hmm, I noticed Hunter nodding Cross before he shot the squad. Hunter also knew what Cross had planned maybe

My beloved lost boy 😭😭 seeking purpose in the wrong place. I just want to hug him i swear 😭😭

"Don't make the same mistake twice. Don't become my enemy" ~ "Crosshair, we never were" 💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔

YESSSSS!!!! Working together again. I'm crying, I'm shaking watching this even in my rewatch. It's a scene so powerful all the boys working again😭💓💓💓😊😊😭😭 and their theme playing. It's such a great moment. And the exact second that Cross decides to help is when Hunter gives him the back.. Like saying, I'm vulnerable, I trust you won't kill me. And Cross responded to that trust. It's so beautiful 😭😭😭💓💓

Does your head hurts, Crossy? I bet it does

"I had my chip removed" Liar, liar. 🤥 (check this post where I give arguments why I think he's lying)

"Since when?" ~ "It doesn't matter." Yes, yes it does. And the fact that you won't say when it's another proof that you're lying Crossy, dear.

*sighs* thank you, Hunter, for stunning your brother. Now, would you please get him out and removed his chip?

Omega running to Hunter and hugging him 🥺🥺🥰🥰 but Hunter, be a dear and hug her back. It's not that difficult, my darling. Just squeeze her against you, that's it.

Yay!! Very good, boys. Get your brother out. It's time for the family to be complete.

Oh, kriff! MOVE PEOPLE, MOVE!! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I know they're not dead because there's still one more episode in the season but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! 😭😭😭���😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

It's weird to mourn the loss of Tipoca City but dang! That bombardment hit me hard (no pun intended)

As this was my second watch and I've had time to digest some things, there are parts of the episode that I could appreciate more now, but others are just as punchy as they were this morning, no matter if I already know what comes next.

I must say that even when heartbreaking, most of the things Crosshair said to Hunter needed to be said. I've always seen both of their sides and understand Hunter's and Crosshair's motivations, though, and I understand why Hunter wasn't proactive in rescuing Cross. He had 4 other people to think about too. However, It's good that Cross expressed how hurt he is. Because it's that what he feels. He's not angry, he's not seeking vengeance, not really. He's hurting so bad 😭😭💔💔😭😭 All he needs is to have his brothers back

And now I'm scared, like sh*tting-in-my-pants-scared, about what's going to happen next week!! Because you can bet that episode 16 is going to be twice as brutal and heartbreaking as this one if not more.

[zeenmrala]

I JUST READ THROUGH ALL OF THESE AND OH MY GOOOODNESS THIS WAS SO HOT 😭😭😭🥵🥵🥵 PLEASE READ!!!!! all of them!!! do it!!!! I BINGE READ THEM AND I AM A MESS!!!! MY FULL THOUGHTS ARE UNDER THE CUT AJSJDHDHSJSJSJSJ

i will preface this by saying that i don't really read much fic that isn't about maul. however, i stumbled across this work of art and it INTRIGUED me 👀 so let's just say i had to have a little look.......and now......welll........

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS WAS SO HOT I LITERALLY ALMOST DROPPED MY PHONE MULTIPLE TIMES.

i went from not really thirsting over any of these guys to now ACTIVELY WANTING TO WIFE THEM ALL. i want the bad batch so bad. all of them all together, all the time.

GODDDDAMMMM.

i was hooked from the beginning.

the smut that started it all. wrecker. let's go big boy. OHHHHH it was so good as it was. 10/10. perfect.

but then 😩😩😩 THE BOYS WERE LISTENINGGGGGGGGGGG

the way you paced this series was GENIUS. i loVED IT SO MUCH.

tech's chapter had me xnhdjsisjsannaja like it was so soft??? but also so 😏😏😏😏😏 BIG DICK DADDY DOM???? HELLO?????

and then.....

CROSSHAIR.

no because i lost my shit when he put his thumb in her mouth. the end of the chapter i was just 😳😳😳😳😳 SJSHSHHSHSJSAB

oh my GOD i literally loved how you wrote all of them. it was so well crafted and written exquisitely.

hunter.

hunter.

HUNTER.

OHHHHH HIM. there was just something about him in this that had me weak!!!!!!! his CHAPTER 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HIS POV WAS SO GOOD. AND when reader kisses him!? they way they look at each other??? their relationship was so *chefs kiss*

weakkkk. I am WEAAAAK.

the finale. bro i was smiling like crazy. that was some hot shit. they are all SO FINE. echo holding her still. and when he touches her like tech tells him i - 😩😩😩😩

but i have to give a special mention to crosshair again because.......well.......

AJSJDJSJSJSKSKXMDNSJSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSJSJSJSJSJSJ

Thank you for this fic. It's amazing. It's much appreciated. You're a fantastic writer.

sharing really is caring. FIVE OF THEM. please. please. i love them ALLLLLL.

!!!!!!!

Sharing is Caring Masterlist

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut!!!

Sharing Is Caring on AO3

Wreck Me (Wrecker)

Tech's Difficulties (Tech)

Crossing A Line (Crosshair)

Echo's Call (Echo)

Overstimulated with Hunter (Hunter)

Sharing is Caring (Polybatch)

[fandom-friday]

Someone tagged me here so I had to shout out back ^^ I would like to point to the fic "Orders" by Gaeasun https://archiveofourown.org/works/31287968 Crosshair's point of view after the order, chef kiss. Broke my heart in a good way <3

I VERY MUCH ENDORSE THE SHOUTING OUT AFTER BEING SHOUTED OUT. A VERY GOOD THING INDEED. And also, WE LOVE GOOD ANGST, and Order 66 and its various perspectives is just an endless supply of it. It looks like @gaeasun is gonna hurt all of us with this one. Thanks so much for sending it in!

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[thegarchives]

this is an obligatory disclaimer: i do not like crosshair. THAT BEING SAID; i really like this fic. and i like how you wrote him in this. that wrecker and crosshair moment??? *chef's kiss* more character development than anything on tbb so far. and i love reader, and the corrie guard, and this particular soulmate premise. also crosshair being a secret padme stan was the best

disGUSTING

pairing: crosshair / reader

word count: 5096

summary: your first impression of your soulmate is that they have no idea what a trash can is. years later they still don’t know about trash cans but apparently had a frighteningly large gun.

req: i’m requesting soulmate prompt 3 with crosshair but if not then fox?!?!?! thank you love, take care and GET SLEEP - @murdertoothpick

a/n: i’m still confused as to how i was able to write 5k words for this bastard. y’all better like this bc otherwise i will be looking for the nearest cliff and throwing myself off it. that is all.

warnings: cursing, one (1) soft wrecker and crosshair moment, crosshair comes 🤏🏻 close to murdering tech, shenanigans

requests are open!

on the way to work, you blindly reach for your speeder keys in the bowl by your front door. it’s a normal action when you’re heading to work, nothing to worry about on a typical day. key word: typical.

“son of a- ugh!” you shout and immediately retract your hand from the bowl. next to your keys was yet another chewed toothpick that your soulmate tossed away without a care, the splintered wood the reason you were holding your hand protectively to your chest. when you meet them, you swear you’re gonna give your soulmate an earful about how gross and inconvenient their toothpicks are when just trying to go about your day. maybe buy them a trash can as a first gift as a semi-joke.

you know you lose stuff a lot, but it’s never anything that gross (you don’t think) or that can hurt them if they weren’t paying attention. there were very few things that your soulmate lost that weren’t errant toothpicks; it made you feel a twinge of guilt when you threw the abundant toothpicks away but seriously, what were you going to do with dozens of chewed toothpicks?

being a secretary for the coruscant guard was no glamour job, but it paid well and you always came home with an interesting story or two. there wasn’t much downtime even on a good day but you didn’t mind the chaos. it kept you on your toes and paid the rent. the days, which started out as tedious and draining, gradually grew shorter when you started to make friends with some of the clones that frequented your desk.

some of the friendships were instantaneous; you bought a bone and some treats for grizzer once and ever since, hound has called you his favorite civvie. other friendships took time to cultivate into something stronger, that trust harder to earn; lunch breaks spent with commanders being forced to rest, sometimes with gossip flowing or a comfortable silence. it took several months, but you learned that commander fox was a hardcore gossiper and somehow had the best access to what thorn calls “piping hot tea.”

“good morning, eros!” you called to a familiar trooper as you made your way to your desk. he waved with a smile as he approached, taking his usual perch on the corner.

“hey birdie, got something for me?” eros took to calling you birdie when the two of you would spend lunches together. any gossip you relayed to him was kept under the guise of “a little bird told me” to save face, and the nickname just stuck with the rest of the guard.

“as a matter of fact,” you reply, digging in your bag for a moment before pulling out two bottles of expensive bath soaps that made his eyes widen comically. “my friend gave these to me but didn’t remember that i was allergic to the main ingredient. thought you would enjoy them.”

the resulting grin on his face could power the entire senate building. “thank you! kriff birdie, you didn’t have to do that! i-“

“i know i didn’t have to, but i did.” you turned away from him for a moment to log into the data system so you could begin the day’s work. “now get outta here kid, you’re bothering me!” you chuckle as you say the inside joke (a reference to the one time stone had to interact with a senator’s young son) and he pats your cheek with a grin before he departs.

it’s less than an hour before another toothpick graces your morning. you roll your eyes at it fondly before tossing it into the trash can under your desk. at this rate, you could have built a wood hut on some backwater moon out of the things and run away from all responsibilities. your soulmate would probably think it’s as idiotic a thought as you do and you chuckle to yourself at the absurdity.

a clatter on your desk registers in your mind. thinking it’s a trooper preparing to give you paperwork or stop for idle chitchat, you give a small wave and ask what they need.

you get no answer.

that’s weird. they might not have heard you, so you ask your question again.

still nothing.

your eyes flit up to where an average trooper’s eye level is and find nothing still. you start forming ideas for payback if it turns out to be one of thire’s stupid pranks again, turning back to your work.

that’s when your eyes find the weapon. “holy shit!! what in the- fox!! thorn!!” none of the men you knew would just leave firearms on your desk, which was what made this weapon’s sudden appearance incredibly baffling. and even then, you’d never seen one that looked quite like this before.

footsteps pounded on the floor at your shout, both commanders and any surrounding clones immediately rushing to your aid. you could see the eyes of the ones without their helmets bulge from their heads in shock. “birdie, where the kriff did you get a firepuncher?”

you scrunched your face in confusion for a moment before realizing that the model name must be firepuncher. weird, but okay. “if i knew where the thing came from, i wouldn’t have shouted!”

fox was the first to approach the gun with notable caution. “it’s a 773 alright,” he mumbles as he looks it over. it had several modifications that were very rare to come by for an average trooper, much less a secretary. it looked to be gar-issue, which he confirmed when he read the familiar firearms coding system that cataloged every blaster manufactured for the war effort. it just compounded the confusion as to how it got there; how would a guardsman get his hands on such a modified beauty of a rifle, and why would they just leave it with you?

“i’m gonna take it down to the armory, see if they can search its code in the gar systems. thorn, check surveillance. there’s a chance our perp was caught by one of the cameras.” the men around him nod, a couple of them giving you reassuring glances and small embraces. they couldn’t imagine how frazzled you were about this, and not to mention how worried they are about your safety with this bizarre circumstance. “birdie, come with me. they’ll probably want to ask you a few questions.”

eros squeezed your hand, noticing that the idea of being interrogated by the armory has you a bit uncomfortable. “it’ll be fine birdie, fox won’t feed you to the wolves. he likes you too much.” you laughed at him and let yourself be escorted to the armory.

“and you just found it on your desk?”

“why is that so hard to believe?” the weapons inventory specialist was grilling you about what you just learned was called a 773 firepuncher. you’d have lost your patience long ago if it weren’t for your friend’s reassuring hand on your back. “i was working when i heard a thud on my desk. thought it was a trooper but when i looked, this thing was just laying there!”

despite the circumstances that brought you to the armory, you enjoyed the meticulous organization of the room, how everything had a place specifically for that one thing. weapons and accessories you couldn’t even imagine were stored here and you just casually walked by them every day.

there were a few things out on a nearby table that caught your eye while fox handled the rest of the business. some were easily identified, grenades and the like (too many late nights spent at home watching holodramas), but there was a small pile of small reflective discs that were oddly familiar.

to you, they were handheld mirrors, maybe kept in a bag for makeup on the go or whatnot. your soulmate has lost two of them; you kept them in a box in the top of your closet for safekeeping with the other non-toothpick relics from your soulmate. any reason why the guard would have makeup mirrors lying around was beyond you — wait a minute! the guard wouldn’t have compact mirrors laying around in the armory. so if they weren’t normal mirrors, what were they?

“hey fox, what’re these?” you have the sense to not pick them up, instead waving your finger around them. the armorer had their back turned to your friend while digging through the munitions database, leaving fox to wander the armory however he pleased.

he approached you with a smile. “those, birdie,” he replies while picking up several of them, studying them reverently, “are bolt reflectors. they work similar to pinball — place them around a space and shoot a blaster at one, and the blaster bolt will bounce along them like a path.”

your eyes lit up. “i have two of these at home, my soulmate lost them! i just thought they were makeup mirrors, but-“

“you have these at home?!” you almost put the commander into cardiac arrest with the admission.

“yeah, it’s not like i knew-“

“hold on a second!” the armorer shushed you both. “so you just found the bolt reflectors?” you nod. “and then the firepuncher just magically showed up on your desk?”

fox’s comm chirped. thorn’s voice confirmed what the armorer was slowly beginning to suspect: there was no one seen on any of the cameras depositing the weapon onto your desk, and you didn’t pull it out of your belongings. the thing seemingly appeared out of thin air.

fox thanked his brother before hanging up, no closer to answers in his own mind than he was five minutes ago. when he looked to the armorer though, they seemed to know exactly what was happening. “so what does this mean?”

they smirked as they looked at you and the baffled commander. “it means,” they pulled up the weapons logs on their datapad, “that your soulmate is most likely the owner of this 773 firepuncher.”

seriously?! how does a soulmate go from leaving toothpicks behind like footprints to losing an entire blaster rifle? “well whose is it then?”

“goes by crosshair, a member of clone force 99,” they hit a few more icons on their datapad and pulled up another page. “and they’ll be landing planetside in three days’ time.”

three days! three days? three days?! that’s no decent amount of time to prepare for meeting your soulmate! once you got your answers from the armory, fox led you back to your desk with a grounding hand between your shoulder blades.

“if you need to go home for the day, i understand. this is a lot of information to take in.” the twinge of sympathy in his voice makes it unclear whether he’s talking about finding out when you can meet your soulmate, or if it’s because your soulmate is a clone.

you know he internally hates the idea of you leaving for the day; you doing your job makes his job easier. the fact he was offering the option meant a lot, but you knew him well enough not to take him up on it. and how were you supposed to just twiddle your thumbs at home until then? news flash, you weren’t.

“you can’t get rid of me that easy.”

fox nods in thanks, silently relieved that you decided to stay. he isn’t sure what else to say except that he’s there if you need him, so he gives your shoulder a squeeze and a few more words of reassurance.

the longest three days of your life have now begun.

“how do you lose an entire 773?”

“if i knew how it happened, i would have kept it from happening!”

“maker’s sake, bickering about it won’t bring the karking thing back!”

tensions aboard the marauder have been at an all time high for the past several hours. the mission was a success (by mere technicality), but everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. tech did everyone a favor by keeping the team updated on the likelihoods of each misstep and every concentrated disaster in real time, which was a real morale booster.

to start, the wrong files were given to the team before the start of the mission. every vantage point and building schematic that they memorized was in vain and incredibly useless, leaving them to walk in blind.

to add flair to the fiasco, tech was shot, wrecker dislocated his shoulder, and there was an avalanche on the hill where crosshair was in position. said avalanche resulted in crosshair losing his prized 773 firepuncher and plunging the inhabitants of the havoc marauder into a state of chaos.

the closest base that had a firepuncher was on coruscant, three days out and somehow exactly where they were supposed to be for their next mission’s briefing. it was quite strange for there to be only one cataloged firepuncher on coruscant of all places, where hardly any of the guardsman needed such weaponry. the serial number wasn’t attached, which would normally be a bit fishy, but no one felt like looking this gift blurrg in the mouth. they were just going to take it as a win and keep on keeping on.

“just shut up and get some rest, we have three days till we hit the triple zero.” with that, hunter retreated to his bunk to find respite from tech and crosshair’s bickering.

crosshair wasn’t able to rest. he felt like shit; that 773 was the same one he’d been using since his first mission off kamino and losing it was like losing a limb. tech’s barrage of complaints about how everything turned out added fuel to the fire and all he wanted was to just curl up in his bunk and not wake up for a month.

but he had responsibilities and enough pride for him and his brothers to spare. moping wasn’t allowed no matter how warranted he believed it to be.

as he retreated to his bunk, he played through everything during the mission that led him to where he was now.

could he have found another vantage point that wasn’t involved in the rock slide that would have given his brothers the same, if not better, cover? what if he had held on to his rifle a bit tighter, jumped off the rocks he was perched on earlier? would he still have it then?

he was without his rifle (he named her naberrie but no one knew that but him) and felt utterly incompetent. what kind of sniper loses his rifle? he wasn’t some shiny reg that didn’t know what he was doing, he was an enhanced sniper! that rifle is his life and he just lost it like a fool.

loud clanging from outside his bunk had him rolling to face the wall. he didn’t want to deal with whatever this was about to be but as usual, he wasn’t given a choice in the matter.

“cross,” wrecker called from just outside his bunk. very seldom was wrecker’s voice that soft and quiet but here he was almost whispering.

crosshair, in intrigue and slight worry about what could get wrecker to sound like that, rolled back over and faced his brother. “what is it, wrecker?”

“i’m sorry you lost naberrie,” his hand was rubbing the back of his neck, eyes downcast and not as bright as normal. “i know she means a lot to you.”

he wasn’t prepared for wrecker to know what he named his rifle but his younger brother didn’t give him time to dwell on how he knew that information. “if i lost lula, i don’t know what i’d do.” if he didn’t want to listen to the rest of what wrecker was going to say, he would have made a snide remark about how crosshair thinks his brother would react to losing his tooka plushie.

“don’t think that naberrie is what makes you a good shot though,” one of his hands reached for crosshair’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. “that rifle didn’t keep us safe on missions, cross. it’s always been you.”

wrecker left crosshair to his thoughts with a soft smile. out of all the things his brother could have said, that was not one he had planned on hearing. it didn’t quite get rid of all the negativity he had been feeling, but it did help him not go to sleep angry.

the past three days yielded a drastic uptick in chewed toothpicks being scattered through your environment. your first thought was that it had to do with the rifle fox was keeping safe in his office. since the armorer said your soulmate was a sniper, you could only imagine how anxious they’d be about losing their primary weapon. you just hoped they were doing okay.

no other information was given to you about the unit your soulmate was from; despite your role as secretary for the guard, you were still more or less a civvie. it was a pile of bantha shit in your opinion, but none of the guardsman who knew anything about clone force 99 would tell you anything. you’d think you were asking them to put a blaster to the chancellor’s head with how adamant they were about not telling you anything.

a cleared throat called your attention away from your wandering thoughts. “excuse me? are you alright?”

“yes, i’m sorry. what can i do for you?”

the clone in front of you… was almost not a clone at all. if he weren’t kitted up and not in front of your desk, you would’ve thought he was a civilian. “yes, i came to pick up a 773 firepuncher and the armorer directed me to speak to a commander fox. would he happen to be in his office at the moment?”

holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

“may i ask who needs to speak with him?” this just seems like a simple request a normal secretary would make, but little did he know.

what you knew was your soulmate’s name: crosshair. if this wasn’t crosshair (you didn’t think it was), they couldn’t take the rifle with them. it was ingenious and you thanked your stars that you were good friends with the commander.

“my name is tech. i’m from clone force 99, we sent the request for it three days ago.”

you knew this wasn’t crosshair! you’re not sure how you knew, but your gut knew. but the clone in front of you was in crosshair’s squad, which almost made up for the fact you still weren’t meeting your soulmate.

you commed fox and told him that tech was there to retrieve the rifle and his reply was swift and exactly as planned. “i’m sorry tech, but commander fox directly ordered me to not allow anyone that isn’t your squad’s sniper to retrieve the firepuncher.”

the man was thrown off by your words. he was dumbstruck and probably about to turn indignant, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by his vambrace beeping.

“did you get it?”

“the commander wouldn’t let me have it. his secretary said that crosshair specifically had to be the one to retrieve it, which is highly peculiar.”

an exasperated groan came from the vambrace. “just head on back, we can send him after it later.”

“roger that.”

you smiled at the trooper, hoping that his squad wasn’t too put out by the plan you were executing. “i’m so sorry about this, tech. i could try and convince the armory to part with a few toys to make up for the wasted trip if you’d like.” you said that with more confidence than someone who only learned its location three days ago should have, but it passed.

he pondered this a moment before accepting the offer. before he turned to leave, he saw something fall from the corner of his eye.

you were turning back to your datascreens when you were hit in the face with something you couldn’t identify. “ow! what in the world?” you found the culprit on the edge of your desk and when your brain identified it, you wanted to scream. “alright, that’s it! i’m buying that asshole a trash can as soon as i leave today! this is ridiculous!”

tech didn’t think anything of it at first. maybe one of the clones in passing flicked the toothpick at you while they were walking by and you were frustrated at them. once again he was about to leave but his hud started blinking at him, saying that it found traces of crosshair’s dna nearby.

now that couldn’t be right. crosshair wasn't even here with him and had never, to tech’s knowledge, been to this sector of the guardsman offices. his curiosity piqued, he asked to scan your desk and the area around it to see what could possibly have triggered his hud to send that alert. once you gave him permission, he began to search the area.

there was a multitude of small splotches of residual dna scattered on and around your desk that belonged to cross. tech knew for an absolute fact that none of the batch was in or anywhere close to coruscant during some of the approximate aging of the dna splotches. he looked at you and there was some on your face! and there was some on the thing in your hand that must have hit you-

oh holy maker, that’s a toothpick in your hand.

tech’s brain is speeding miles a minute as it tries to comprehend what could possibly explain this. each spot of residual dna is the approximate size of a toothpick, all with similar lengths and widths. the toothpick that just hit you in the face not only had crosshair’s dna on it, but the dna was absurdly fresh. the toothpick materialized out of thin air, he saw it happen.

he had come to a conclusion in moments, but he just had to test it. there was no way he was wrong about this though, not in a thousand years.

tech called for your attention once again, a glint in his eyes that you recognized as hellbent determination. “although you can’t give me the rifle, could you possibly give me its identifier code? describe its physical appearance in any way?”

every free moment since you found it has been spent studying that rifle, every scuff and mechanism that made it work. you wanted to learn about this thing that was so integral to your soulmate’s life, to who they were as a person. you knew it’s identifier code by heart and the armorer taught you how your soulmate used it.

there was even the tiniest word in aurabesh on the barrel — naberrie — which you recognized as senator amidala’s born last name. your soulmate must have named the rifle after her, a fact you found endearing.

you started with the identification code and after that, added a few of the unique characteristics that made the rifle special to your soulmate. the more you talked, the more awestruck tech appeared to grow.

“this is absolutely astonishing…” he takes a thoughtful pause, his eyebrows raising when he thinks of something else to say. “do you happen to have any bolt reflectors as well?”

with how interested tech was in everything you had to say, you would have thought he was your soulmate instead. it became apparent quickly that this was just how he is.

his current line of questioning was about some of the other things you’d found of crosshair’s while adding tidbits of information about the few things crosshair found that he knew about. turns out, crosshair was extremely secretive about your things. it was sweet that he was so protective of the things you lost but to tech right now, it was a hindrance to his discoveries.

you’d pause here and there while you worked, giving him more of your attention in small spurts. currently he was telling you the story of how crosshair found one of your high heeled shoes mid-battle. you had a feeling that tech wasn’t exaggerating when he spoke of him throwing it into a group of droids as a distraction and nailing one directly in the face.

you turned back to your work after a good fit of laughter, reaching for your stylus that you used to sign important documents in the place you would’ve swore you left it.

tech was quick to notice you looking for something and asked you what it was and what it looked like. you thought that maybe he was going to help you find the thing, but nope. he picked up his comm and asked crosshair if he had seen your stylus.

to his credit, crosshair didn’t let his perturbation be heard through the comm as he confirmed that yes, he did in fact, have your stylus.

“in that case,” tech gave you a look that said watch this before he continued. “i found naberrie and those reflectors you lost back on shangri-la.”

“you what?!” crosshair knew exactly what his brother was implying and couldn’t believe he didn’t think of his soulmate having naberrie after he lost it. but for tech to have found them first? he wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or enraged.

“i thought you’d be thanking me for finding your soulmate. talk to commander fox’s secretary, they’ll take care of everything.”

click.

tech had never felt so smug in his life. he knew the time before crosshair sought revenge for his antics was numbered, but he never felt prouder of his abilities. “as much as i’ve enjoyed talking to you, i fear that it may be time for me to go. we’ll keep in touch.”

he rose to leave and you got up with him, giving him a small farewell hug. “maybe i can soften him up so cross won’t throttle you in your sleep.”

“who knows? stranger things have happened today.” he hugs you back with a moment’s hesitation before leaving you to your work.

crosshair tore through the coruscant guard offices like a bat out of hell. finding the nearest trooper, he grabbed them by the bicep and snatched them into his space. “where is fox’s secretary?”

tech tried his luck by pulling that stunt with the stylus. cross and his brothers knew that tech had cameras installed in the marauder and that he could pull up the feed at any time. that’s the only way he could have known about the stylus. he couldn’t let himself believe otherwise.

the trooper didn’t seem too startled at crosshair’s brashness. “oh you’re looking for birdie? just follow the signs to fox’s office, they’ll be sitting right in front of his office at the desk.”

jackpot.

he quickly pushed the trooper aside before continuing his trek.

“you’re welcome!” the trooper called and crosshair just waved a hand in dismissal. he didn’t have time to deal with meaningless pleasantries with a reg, he needed answers. the toothpick between his lips cracked in two under the pressure. with a huff, he spit the useless thing out and continued.

crosshair soon found that the only difference between this building and kamino was that this one had directional signs. all the hallways in both buildings were painted the same as all the others and were just as winding, and they tested his rapidly dwindling reservoir of patience far too much.

it felt like hours before he finally found himself in front of the commander’s office and in front of him was your desk.

your empty desk.

he couldn’t believe it. all this searching and walking and anticipating to find an empty desk. oh he was gonna murder tech when he got back to the ship, that slimy weasel. using not just his rifle, but his soulmate as prank material was a line brothers just don’t cross.

he turned on a dime, itching to set upon his warpath and rain fury down upon his brother. then, he was going to tell hunter what happened and watch with sadistic glee as he tore into the dirty liar himself.

you were walking back to your desk one moment, then flat on your ass the next after bumping into something that definitely wasn’t there when you went to the refresher. getting up from the floor to see what could have possibly knocked you over, your eyes only had a moment to capture the stranger in front of you before something all too familiar landed directly into your eye.

“son of a bitch! seriously?!” make that two trash cans on your shopping list because this was out of hand. the toothpick was barely together, snapped by your soulmate’s teeth into a ninety degree angle and holding on by a splinter.

crosshair watched as you got up and immediately started to hold your eye. “are you okay?” he wants to smack himself for the ridiculous question. clearly you weren’t fine, you just had something fall into your eye.

nodding at the stranger, you wipe your eye one more time before walking back to your desk with a slight limp. did he really bump into you that hard? “i’m fine, thank you. my soulmate just has an affinity for spitting toothpicks wherever they deem fit and this is the second time one of them has landed on my face.”

you sighed and rolled your eyes, plopping down into your chair. “believe it or not, that’s actually not the weirdest thing they’ve lost. earlier this week i had a 773 firepuncher just show up at my desk before lunch,” you wave a hand in dismissal as you turn your chair to face him. “but you probably don’t care about that. now what can i do for you, trooper?”

crosshair was dumbstruck. the toothpicks, the rifle… it’s all coming together. “are you the one they call ‘birdie?’”

“yes i am, did you need anything specific?”

your eyes take in the clone in front of you. he was another that you wouldn’t have called a clone if he were wearing civvies. he was extremely tall and sinewy, his slate grey armor adding bulk that he wouldn’t have otherwise. silver hair cut short and a sharp jaw and chin, and a crosshair tattoo across his eye.

wait a minute, a crosshair tattoo! if he was here on official business you’d have to ask for his name anyways, it wouldn’t hurt anything. you’re about to ask the fated question when he begins talking once again.

“i’m here for a 773 firepuncher, my brother told me to find you.”

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[nimata-beroya]

Thank you so much for the tag my dear @moonstrider9904!! 🥰💚

What I'd consider my first fic:

Kadala was the very first Star Wars fic I ever wrote, featuring the most badass tin can space dad and his alien green son. I was so hyped after watching season 1 of The Mandalorian that I had to write them. These 2 bring out the fluff in my muse 🥰

My softest fic:

It has to be On An Adventure. What else can it result when one put dear and wise 99, and curious toddler Omega in one short story, huh? Especially when it was written for flufftober 😉😊

Fic I'm most proud of, which also shows my progress

I'm proud of all of them because each is an opportunity to explore ideas and learn new things about writing and myself, but I guess I'm most proud of Rough Awakening. As most of you know, I'm fascinated with Crosshair and the complexity of his character, also with the idea of reuniting him with his brothers and his sister (and de-chip him), and this is the perfect way for me to explore all that.

Funny fact: this fic was/is the prequel to another story that I started writing where Cross was already "rescued". But while writing that other one, ideas of how he was rescued and why there's still a tension between Crosshair and the others pestered me constantly, so I decided to put that fic on standby and write Rough Awakening. In fact, RA has taken flight on its own and every day I get more and more ideas for it, taking it away from the original final point, which is making me rethink finishing the other fic. I might discard that one (i only wrote the first chapter and started the second) and let Rough Awakening follow a different path.

Your favourite WIP:

Even if I've posted only the first chapter of Road to Lira San (which I shouldn't have done until I had more early chapters written, but I have no self-control), I love this story if these 2 idiots in love. Keeping canon intact while playing with what was left unsaid in the show is both fun and challenging. I think this is why the earlier chapters have given me so much trouble to write, while the later ones are in progress. A fact that frustrates me to no end! I want to keep sharing it with you but my muse refuses to bridge the gap between chapter 1 and the ones that were already written, which are, if you allow me to say it, *chef's kiss*

Tagging (with no pressure) @mathmusic8 @bh51 @airlockfailure @megafrost4 @mistr3ssquickly @x-wing-junkie @specter-7-reporting-in @webtrinsic1122 @triplerexthreat @thecoffeelorian

Fic Writers Tag Game

Been feeling a little down in the dumps with lack of engagement on tumblr and AO3 recently compared to the past few months. So to combat that, I'd like to start a little tag game where we can all promote and get excited about our works! (and also get to know more amazing writers so please do share around)

Please state and link/explain the following fics:

What you'd consider your first fic:

Your softest fic:

Fic you're most proud of:

Fic which shows your progress:

Your favourite WIP:

(Feel free to combine some of these if you like, no need to have them all seperate if you don't fancy it)

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My Answers are below (warning: spoilers for TCW):

What you'd consider your first fic: Date Night With The Captain which is a Captain Rex x Reader fic born from my first ever ask! It was my gateway back into writing after becoming properly obsessed with Star Wars a few months back and I had a lot of fun writing it.

Your softest fic: The (Not So Secret) Super Secret Surprise Party - Anakin and co attempt to plan a surprise party for Ahsoka, but as with everything with Anakin, it's a complete train wreck but in the best way. My first proper crack at pure wholesomeness, it was a lot of fun.

Fic you're most proud of: With You (18+, minors DNI) - My first proper stab at writing my OC Issa Straun, I wanted to write something which went through a lot of emotions during a rough battle in TCW and how that could play on her friendship with Wolffe. I really really enjoyed writing this fic and am glad I got to post it.

Fic which shows your progress: Monster Part 1 - While I wouldn't deem myself an angst writer, this fic goes through what Fox is dealing with during Fives' death and I think getting into Fox's headspace was a big jump for my writing and I think it came off alright in the end.

Your favourite WIP: My untitled Wolffe x OC Issa fic, the first chapter is nearly written and i've got my first ever proper story plan. It's gonna be a long one but I am SO EXCITED to get stuck in with it. It'll start at the beginning of the clone wars and follow the Wolfpack, Plo and his padawan Issa as the war drags on, going through battles, downtime, loss and everything else.

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No pressure tags for mutuals/writers I admire: @wild-karrde @milf-maul @spacerocksarethebestrocks @photogirl894 @moonstrider9904 @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @nahoney22 @murdertoothpick @hannah-schooler and anyone else who sees this who's a writer, I'd love to find more amazing works on here

[kaminocasey]

Honestly for Crosshair, I just read a lot of fics!! And watched The Bad Batch constantly. Like, comfort watching it every single day.

Crosshair has this level of snarkiness that I was definitely not used to writing for, but I think after a while of trying to balance between the Bad Batch arc of TCW and The Bad Batch, I finally got it. He’s just kind of a dick, who also has a soft side for the ones he cares about. Not to mention just how absolutely stubborn he is. But he’s also protective. I’ll tell you who has gotten really into the mind of Crosshair and nailed him, is @moonstrider9904! Her Crosshair fics are *chefs kiss*! Also, if you want here are some of my recommendations, just go down to the Crosshair section!

Hey there,

I had an ask for you if you feel up for it: is there a certain character you write for that just comes naturally to you. If isn't just one, do you have a top 3 characters you love to write for?

Hope you're having a great day <3

Hey, L! Thanks for the ask! <3

I'm not sure, honestly. I'm always so afraid that I'm writing characters so... Out of character lol. But, if there's one that I feel most confident about, it'd probably be Gregor in my Bonsoir fic. I think his charming sweetness came kind of easy because of how much I think he'd be a romantic. If that makes sense? As for my top 3 characters I love to write for:

Gregor

Rebels Rex

Crosshair

They're my guys for sure! I love writing for them! Thanks again for the ask!!! I hope you're also having a great day!!!!! <3