Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Sniper Sunday, Flat Ass Friday, Body Dysphoria, Humour Crack
Series: Part 82 of Sniper Sunday
Summary: Not flat any more be the ass!


Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: CT-9901 | Hunter/Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb “Zeb” Orrelios
Characters: Garazeb “Zeb” Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, CT-9901 | Hunter, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)
Additional Tags: KalluZebHunt, Rebel Era, Doubt, Light Angst, Getting Back Together, M/M/M
Series: Part 3 of KalluHunZeb/KalluZebHunt, Part 82 of The KalluZeb Tales
Summary: Part three in the KalluHunZeb/KalluZebHunt stories.


DAY 01 - First Time // Gentle/Tender/Slow Sex

Fic - 🔞 Minors DNI

Title: Ultraviolet (Obsession)
WC: 33k
Summary: Sick of being used by the Empire and nearly recovered from the weeks spent stranded on that Kamino platform, Crosshair decides to set his sights on a different type of target for the night.

He sets his sights on one, Tay'kaa Marr. The Chagrian bastard is everything Crosshair is looking for tonight, but by morning come–Crosshair realizes that he got more than he bargained for.

Might be posting this a bit early but it’s technically March 16 for me rn-

Ch 1 // Ch 2 (Smut Chapter) // Ch 3

>> Starting in the middle of chapter two:

Crosshair had done this before, several times over. Like his marksman craft, it was something he’d perfected over the years with every man who came his way. With every mistake Crosshair had thrown himself at. It was engraved into his brain at this point, every time he managed to get some guy alone. Stuck in there like a mantra.

‘Good soldiers follow orders.’

Like he was in a trance, Crosshair moved down to where he knew Tay wanted him. Knees digging into the ground. His hands on the spread thighs in front of him. It was the same nearly every time. Heart pounding in his ears. His breath a bit shaky. His ears burning red. Crosshair ignored those feelings as he focused on the task at hand. He didn’t want to lose Tay’s attention after all.

He didn’t spare Tay a glance as he worked to undo Tay’s belt, making sure to do it efficiently as possible to avoid being criticized. Like he was diffusing a bomb, Crosshair was completely fixed on a singular point–working quietly with careful, expert hands to avoid an explosion–the world around him just a dull buzz. If Tay was saying something, he couldn’t hear it, as he was completely trapped in an irrefutable daze while he went through the motions–the familiarity of it all bringing some foul mimicry of peace to Crosshair’s racing mind.

Shiting closer, Crosshair tilted his head, half in anticipation of Tay grabbing onto his curls and pushing him down onto his cock and half in angling himself a little better as he pulled down Tay’s brandy colored pants till he was met by the dark colored fabric of Tay’s boxers.

Wordlessly, Crosshair reached for the waistband, pulling it down as he crawled back on his knees and opened his mouth on instinct and slowly began to close his eyes.

His tongue was half way out of his mouth–just an inch away from the heat of Tay’s skin–when Crosshair’s little trance was completely shattered at the sight in front of him.

Instead of where an erect dick would typically be, there was a slit between Tay’s legs, lined with fleshy folds, and leaking out some kind of naturally made, green-tinted lubricant that was now getting on the sheets underneath Tay. But from that slit, coated in a shine of lubricant, was not one, but two harpoon shaped cock heads that were slowly pushing themselves out just inches from Crosshair’s face.

Kriff.

Crosshair’s eyes went wide and his entire body froze up, snapping him out of his daze as he took in the sight. He couldn’t help but stare in shock with a slightly slacked jaw, feeling like he’d just been punched in the gut at the revelation of what he was going to be working with for the night.

With his mouth open like it was, the somehow still working part of his brain screamed at him to close it and stop staring, or risk Tay grabbing his head and forcing him down both cocks, but Crosshair didn’t budge. His entire focus was on that slit between Tay’s legs and the two cock heads slowly pushing out, revealing inch by inch a view Crosshair was not expecting when he pulled down Tay’s pants.

So the guy had reason to act like a cocky bastard it seemed. He definitely had the cocks to back himself up.

Crosshair didn’t even know what to do in that situation, almost embarrassingly so, and he felt his flush only darken when he was pulled from his stupor by Tay’s voice and a hand on his cheek, lifting his head.

“You good, bela? I, ha…uh, know it’s not for everyone…”

Tay’s voice was more concerned than anything, but Crosshair could hear the faintest hint of amusement in it as he met Tay’s eyes, his breath catching at the feel of Tay’s gloved fingers against his warm cheek. That was about all he could focus on, his attention momentarily forgetting about the problems between Tay’s legs as he shot Tay a slightly challenging glare.

“You don’t have to–”

Crosshair quickly cut Tay off by wrapping a hand around one of the cocks, effectively shutting the Chagrian up. Almost immediately, Tay’s body jolted and his hand went up to Crosshair’s curls as a strained groan left his lips.

“Oh, vyadi–” Tay cursed, his voice raspy and strained as his face scrunched up in pleasure.

Crosshair’s challenging glare shifted into an amused triumph at the reaction he pulled from Tay as he began to squeeze more noises out of the Chagrian–the feeling of Tay’s dick in his hand strangely colder than what he was used to. Maybe it was from the lubricant or something else, but with a slow upward stroke of his hand, feeling the flared nubs lining the shaft in his hands, Crosshair was grateful for his gloves.

It was going to be tricky, that was for sure, but Crosshair knew he could handle two cocks at once thanks to past experiences (re: mistakes). It was just he’d never done so when said cocks were attached to one singular individual, but there was a first time for everything and Crosshair was stubbornly determined to prove that he could handle it. And with Tay’s hand in his hair and those grunts and quiet pants coming from the Chagrian in front of him, Crosshair wasn’t really thinking of any potential consequences of the sort.

He could tell Tay wasn’t fully erect (and part of him was a bit intimidated by the fact) so he started out slow–coaxing both dicks out until he had enough to work with so he could fall back into that familiar trance. With one hand on Tay’s thigh, fingers brushing over the embossed ridges of a scar, Crosshair kept Tay in place as he lowered himself between Tay’s legs again till his head was right between his thighs.

He half expected Tay to keep his hand in his curls, but Tay only ran his fingers through them, as if brushing through Crosshair’s hair to keep it out of his face, before he pulled his hand back and gripped at the sheets instead. It momentarily broke Crosshair’s train of concentration, and he nearly whined at the fact that Tay wasn’t touching him, but then he reminded himself that even if Tay wasn’t forcing him down, wanting it fast and hard, it probably just meant that the Chagrian got his rocks off by watching Crosshair act like a hungry little cock slut, wanting Crosshair to do all the work.

Men were always either or, though Crosshair had to admit that he was getting more of the former with every visit to Rampart’s office.

The momentary lapse in his consciousness at the thought of Rampart made Crosshair grimace and smack his lips in distaste. He might’ve squeezed Tay’s dick a bit too hard too because he heard the Chagrian make a noise that sounded a bit like a squeak, though Crosshair couldn’t really be bothered to double check.

Instead, wanting to take his mind off the sudden thoughts of Rampart, Crosshair decided it was time to give attention to Tay’s other cock–guessing that they were both pretty erect now if the stiffness in his hand and the sight of a ball sack pushing through the slit was anything to go off of. With his hand stilling at the base of Tay’s cock, squeezing slightly, Crosshair wet his lips before he leaned down and took the head of the other cock into his mouth.

“Vy’dov vyadi–!”

Crosshair’s ears were greeted by what was probably a filthy curse in Tay’s native tongue, hissed out with a flicker of tongue, and his mouth was greeted by a slightly salty taste as he worked his lips around the harpoon shaped head of Tay’s cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch till he stopped half-way.

He didn’t look at Tay, but he could practically feel the Chagrian’s pulse and the tension in his taut thigh underneath the palm of his other hand as he took in a few breaths through his nose before sliding back up to the head. His tongue pushed and circled, drawing out a few grunts and moans from the Chagrian above him while Crosshair all but forgot about the other cock in his hand.

This was something Crosshair could handle. While it was a bit different to suck down on a pre-lubricated dick and manage a strangely shaped head, everything else was pretty much the same and Crosshair knew all the right things to do to get Tay’s legs trembling and his breath heavy.

With his brow furrowed in concentration, Crosshair took in a sharp breath of his own before going down as far as he could–nose nearly brushing against the top of Tay’s slit–while his other hand squeezed the base of Tay’s other cock. Clearly, Crosshair was doing something right because Tay near jolted atop the bed, thrusting up his hips and causing Crosshair to gag just slightly before he quickly recovered.

“S-shit, vy’dov stars, bela–”

Tay was on his back now, a hand running over his face as he arched his back off the bed just slightly as he lazily rolled his hips up into Crosshair’s mouth and hand. He did it slowly, as if testing Crosshair’s limits, and when Crosshair only hummed in response, Tay took it as an okay to give Crosshair a little more.

It was an experience for sure, but Crosshair soon fell into a rhythm as his throat and hand moved opposite of each other–up, down, up, down, up–drawing out heavy pants and pleased grunts from the Chagrian underneath him. Paired with the occasional curse–’Vyadi, bela’– or soft mutter of praise–’Just like that, yeah”–Crosshair could tell that he was doing a good job, despite the fact that it had been a while.

But even then, it all felt so strangely new.

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Tag List: @bottomcrosshairweek - Let me know if you want to join!

Damn shawty, do you ever like… miss the bad batch. 🥺👉👈

HEAR YE HEAR YE NEW CHAPTER

can you believe I ACTUALLY got it out on time

Hot Take

By yours truly (comment made by friend, not me)

ME

My Only Sunshine Chapter 58: Gone

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Assassination, Kidnapping
Categories: None
Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch
Relationships: None
Characters: CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair, OCs

Al'lo, Wrecker and Crosshair get a job done in exchange for much needed information, but when they return to Al'lo’s place afterwards, they’re met with a horrifying revelation.

Read on Ao3

My third drawing of @summer-of-clones 2025 post credit is Sprinkles !

Omega baked her own cake for the first time and Wrecker is the first person wanna try a bite.

mr. damerondala is on tbb arc of clone wars

him: (totally unprompted btw) “i think the big dumb one is my favorite”

me:

ugh yes the faye feels she has been so heavily on my mind lately. haunting the narrative fr ToT let’s do some headcanons!

• faye would be so motherly with omega. she’d send her texts to ask how her day was going, check up on her through benni, offer opportunities to talk; she would make it her mission to know how much omega was loved by the baros.
• faye very much describes embarrassing moments of benni’s from his younger years for omega. she says it’s for “harmless blackmail purposes” should benome ever get into couples’ spats.
• more than once, faye has set omega down and given her advice on her son, such as his habits and routines and quirks in personality. in a not-overbearing way, she makes her little notes so omega usually has a way to form a game plan during specific interactions.
• all the time, faye thanks omega for saving her son :,)
• omega knows food is hard to come by where the baros live, so she often makes them meals and sends them home with benni. faye’s cried on several occasions. 
• faye loves teaching omega about meteorology. if there’s a storm while omega’s in ipsidon, faye brings them to a safe place to watch and explains everything about its science. omega listens raptly, and faye enjoys having an eager student.
• omega has let phrases like “oh no, mom’s not going to like that” slip before, only to realize belatedly she was talking about faye. 
• faye is more knowledgeable on her culture and myths than her sons, so she becomes the one to recount the tales for omega. just like with the meteorology lessons, omega eats it up, but more so given she’s a mythology nerd. 
• omega typically allows phee or her other sisters-in-law to mend her clothes if she’s unable to do it herself, but every once in a while, she asks faye for help. she knows it makes faye happy to baby her sometimes.
• so. many. hugs. faye loves hugging her daughter. 
• if omega’s had a really rough day and faye gets wind of it, it’s automatic “girl time” for a while. it frequently ends with omega’s head in faye’s lap, faye running her fingers through her hair as she hums to her (look up ‘down in the valley’ from the andy griffith show PLEASE). 
• it’s very hard for mama baro not to cry every time benni and omega are doing anything fun or sweet together. she’s just so happy the two lonely young people found each other. 
• faye has threatened to end her son if he ever hurts omega (not literally, of course).
• benni learning to be more of a gentleman for omega helps him become one for faye. not that he was ever a bad son, but he grows more aware of all the small ways he can take care of his mama better than he had. 
• omega crying out in pain for “mom”, and benni is the only one who knows she’s not talking about phee or nala se.
• faye and omega talking about their scars and where they came from. benni stands out of line of sight to listen, relieved they’re healing bits of themselves through each other. 
• faye complimenting the batch, “you have a remarkable daughter.”
• benni and faye have the same sarcastic sense of humor, so sometimes omega has to take a second to figure out if they’re joking or not.
• mother and son also have the same silver eyes; omega comes to cherish the color.  
• faye always makes sure to say “love you, kids” or “love you both” whenever benni and omega are going somewhere. 
• omega gets faye flowers every mother’s day. 
• faye has caught herself talking in omega’s accent several times. she’s terrified omega will think she’s making fun of her when it’s really not a conscious thing. but omega thinks it’s sweet when faye finally slips-up in front of her.
• faye has attended many fett family dinners.
• when omega occasionally worries she was a bad daughter to nala se and that’s why she wasn’t treated kindly, faye holds her face in her hands and assures her that “you are everything I could ever want in a daughter, and it was your mother’s own fault she could not see your worth.”

I just started writing a Tech/Phee and Hunt/Phee fanfic…

[Quantum Entanglement] Chapter 22 - The Depths (3.3k)

Master List - Howzer x OC Adventure Romance - PG13 - Previous Chapter - TW: pregnancy, birth trauma, loss. The way the story turned kind of surprised me, and I know that sounds weird to say, but it seemed to come organically and just “felt right”. I’m not usually one for rough stuff but again… it felt honest. Totally fine to skip this chapter, too. The second part explains the story title but isn’t crucial to the story line. And things get better very soon, I promise!

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Aurelia woke with a start, bewildered as she regained consciousness from a deep sleep, which was exceedingly rare these days. She was soaking wet from the waist down, and as she rolled to her feet, feeling the cold air against her skin, she had a good idea of what had happened. It was a little over a week early, though. Anticipation and fear danced with each other in her chest as she pulled on some dry, loose clothes and fetched a small bag from underneath her bunk. 

She slipped out into the hallway and cringed as she knocked on the door, hoping the sound wouldn’t reach the few other occupants of the floor. Hearing nothing on the other side, she knocked again, taking a deep breath as she felt her abdomen harden suddenly. It was gentle yet undeniable, and she felt a bit of trepidation at the realization that she couldn’t relax it even if she tried. It passed after a moment, and she gave one last tap on the door, unsure how long she should keep at it. To her relief, however, it whooshed open, revealing Lennox squinting at her with his curly hair in a rumpled mess. He wore only sleep shorts and socks, and in any other scenario this would have been cause for more attention, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, stepping forward as he recognized her. 

“My water broke,” she said, “It’s ten days early. What does that mean?”

“Probably that someone is ready to come out… Although if you don’t have contractions, it could still be days or weeks.”

“I think I just had a little one…”

“Okay, here… Come in and lay down, see if they subside.”

“I can go back to my room,” Aurelia offered.

“It’s fine. I’ll sleep on the floor,” Lennox consoled, and she couldn’t deny that it sounded far better to not be alone. Especially if the option involved someone with medical knowledge. She nodded, stepping inside, and as the door slid closed behind her, she looked around at an identical compartment to her own. The bed was a small platform with a cushion, sized for one person, and there was a small desk that doubled as a table, a single chair, a dresser, and a closet. Lennox pulled the rumpled comforter aside, standing next to the bed with it in his arms as she gently lowered herself onto the thin mattress, shushing her protests as he gingerly tucked the fluffy blanket around her shoulders. She still wasn’t feeling anything else and was beginning to feel sheepish that she’d woken him up at what may be a false alarm. 

He pulled a thin blanket from the closet and tossed the chair cushion onto the floor next to the bed, then disappeared below her as he laid flat on his back with the sorry excuse for a blanket draped over himself. “Let me know what’s going on up there,” he called quietly. 

“Okay. I can just come back later if–”

“Sssshhhh. Try to get some sleep.”

But sleep was not to be had, by either of them. Aurelia forced her eyes closed, trying to slip back into slumber but finding it impossible due to her intense focus on every bodily sensation. Unbeknownst to her, Lennox stared at the ceiling from the floor below, calm and steady as he was in any medical situation, but unable to quiet the racing thoughts in his mind. 

A few more minutes passed, though it felt like an eternity, and Aurelia noticed the clenching feeling again. It was as though her entire midsection was turning into a rock, and she pushed the covers back to look down, catching sight of its contorted tightness in the dim light. The oval shape within was more distinct as it remained stiff for a moment, then it slowly released, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. 

“Another one?” came the husky voice from the ground, and Lennox sat up next to the bed.

“Yeah,” she murmured, looking around his apartment for a chrono. 

“Okay. We can either rest here until they’re closer together or head down to the clinic if you’d rather.”

“How long does this usually take?” she asked, a bit of insecurity in her voice. 

“No clue,” Lennox responded, and it sounded like he was smiling. “I’m not a midwife, you know.”

Aurelia laughed at the mental image, “Fair enough.”

“I’m only going off of what I’ve read over the last few months. So your guess is as good as mine. It could be a few hours… or a few days…”

“Days?!” she gasped, gawking at him in shock. “Like this? All day? For days?”

“Sometimes,” he shrugged. “It’s okay. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Maybe it will be quick.”

* * * 

It was not quick. A sleepless night and increasingly intense early hours of the morning led them to the clinic, which somehow looked dingier than usual and felt forlorn in its emptiness. Or perhaps it just seemed that way as Aurelia was enduring a new, scary, and totally unpredictable experience. The rhythmic beeps and hum of the machines was comforting, tracking her vitals as Lennox stood beside her. 

Hours passed, bringing stronger contractions that were nearly unbearable to endure. There was a claustrophobic feeling to it all, as there was only a small gap of relief from when one ended until the next one began. There was no controlling it nor escaping it, and Aurelia felt a small panic begin to grow in her chest. Her brow was beaded with sweat, and she felt exhausted from the relentless pattern of her body wringing itself out like a wet rag again and again. Lennox’s soothing voice, reminding her to breathe, encouraging her, affirming her strength and capability, began to grow tiresome in her ears, and she flung her head back against the pillow with a defeated whimper, closing her eyes in misery as another contraction ended.

“I can’t do this,” she moaned, “Isn’t there anything you can do?" 

"We don’t have the equipment,” he said compassionately, brushing her hair off her hot forehead and placing a cool, damp towel across it. “And I don’t think you want to move to the Imperial complex right now… You’ve got this.”

“I just need…” she stopped, clenching her jaw as another contraction grabbed her from within. Her eyebrows drew together and her eyes closed, squinting with the effort.

“Breathe, Aurelia. You’re fighting it.”

“Shut up!” came the gasped retort. “I can’t!” Her knuckles were white as she grasped the sheets on either side of her, bringing her chin to her chest. She was unable to restrain a pained cry, and Lennox squirmed with discomfort. He reached for her hand, and she grabbed his tightly, releasing finally as the wave subsided. 

“Sorry,” she said, gasping for air. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I know,” he soothed. “But I think it might help to try to surrender to the contractions instead of trying to resist them.”

Another hour passed, and the waves of pain came closer and closer together. She felt an increasing pressure between her legs that fueled a rising sense of panic, and she pulled Lennox closer in an instinctively primal grasp for relief. He leaned his forehead against the side of her head, nose touching her ear. “I’m here. You’re doing it. You’re almost there. I’m here with you,” he whispered fervently. She yelped in sudden pain, curling forward around herself, and he leaned back to look down at the progress.

“Ohhh,” he said in awe, returning quickly to her head. “You’re so close. Breathe. Let your body do the work. You’re so close.” She turned her face toward him, nestling in close as the contraction tightened so hard she thought she would break. “I’m going to see if I can help things along down there…”

“No, please…” she breathed against his neck, “Stay. Stay here." 

More pushes, more agony. It felt as though nothing was moving, and she was stuck in the most uncomfortable in-between she could have imagined. The pressure between her legs was unfathomable and the exhaustion was wearing her down. The seconds dragged into eternity, then a sudden urge broke through her waning consciousness. 

"I have to push. I have to get it out, now!” she snapped, eyes blazing with a startling determination. He pulled a stack of towels from the cupboard at lightning speed, settling onto a rolling stool at the foot of the bed. 

The next chunk of time was a blur in Aurelia’s memory. Whether it was a few minutes or an hour, she didn’t know. A culminating tidal wave of pressure and force brought sudden relief, and she gasped at the shocking sensation of her insides being pulled out. A slimy little weight was thrust against her chest, and she brought her hands around it protectively, fighting to maintain consciousness by focusing all her awareness on its surprisingly hot heaviness upon her. Lennox briskly rubbed the baby’s back with a towel, frowning at the concerningly blue color of its skin.

“I have to take him for a minute,” he insisted, pulling the infant from her arms to hold him up. He was unresponsive, and in the sudden rush to assist him out, Lennox hadn’t noticed that the umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Him?” Aurelia whispered, opening her eyes. 

* * *

Lennox tried everything he could think of, feeling the desperation rising as he fought for any spark of life within the tiny newborn. Aurelia watched, horrified and delirious as he worked on the baby. He exhausted every option tirelessly until he looked up at the clock and, realizing that a full twenty minutes had passed, his heart sank. He finally stopped moving, bending over the still form on his lap, one hand covering his eyes in anguish. 

Aurelia closed her eyes, lowering her head back on the pillow, barely able to comprehend what was going on. She heard rustling, and when she looked up, Lennox was standing beside her with a bundle wrapped in clean towels in his arms. As he slowly lowered himself into the chair next to her, their gazes met, and a million words passed unspoken. Tears flowed down his cheeks now, and with his mouth set in a grim line, he gave a tiny shake of his head as he handed the bundle to her. A tiny shock of dark hair poked out the top.

The next ten days blended together in a blur of attempting to cope. Lennox coordinated extra volunteers at the clinic, promising that she didn’t need to come in until she was ready, but Aurelia felt even worse with nothing to do. Her tiny dorm room was a place of safety for her grief, but it felt smaller by the day, and a sudden idea came to her one morning. She was shocked she hadn’t thought of it before, throughout all the months she’d been back on Coruscant. 

Pulling on the nearest clothes she could see, she ventured out to the upper levels, watching the world continue on around her as if nothing had happened. She felt isolated, walking among a staggering variety of people who were laughing, talking, planning, and bustling about – business as usual. It was a slow journey as she found her way, but as she saw the park stretching out before her, her sense of relief was accompanied by a bittersweet pain in her chest. Perhaps this had been a mistake. But something within encouraged her to press on, and as she gingerly strolled the paths, noticing the increased overgrowth and changed landscape from the way she remembered it, the rhythmic sound of her steps and the growing quiet of the space began to have a comforting effect. 

She found their old spot, although the branches between the trees had grown so much that she couldn’t get through. Finding another way around, she tiptoed past the water’s edge to find the fallen log, staring at it in disbelief. How had it been only a few years since she’d leaned against it, heart thrilling at Howzer’s sheepishness as he revealed the poetry he’d found? The shock of his sloppy first kiss resurfaced, bringing a wistful smile to her face despite the ten-pound weight in her chest. She lowered herself slowly to the ground, grateful for the pain and bleeding having lightened enough for her to begin to move around more normally. The world seemed to slow around her, creating a loving and peaceful space where she allowed the grief to pour out once again. As she emptied herself, eventually becoming quiet and still, she felt the sun on her face, closing her eyes to bask in its glow. One step at a time.

A few days later, she found herself in a proverbial pit of darkness, curled in the chair in the corner of her room. She’d gone to the clinic a few times, moving through the motions with a flat affect, grateful for the polite discretion of the few others that were there. Lennox had been checking in on her regularly, bringing food in both the mornings and evenings, most of which had been left uneaten, and smoothing the way for her at the clinic to keep her duties simple and optional, void of patient interaction. 

There was a gentle rap at the door and she shuffled over, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, clothing wrinkled and mismatched. It slid open, revealing Lennox’s lanky form, and the kindness in his eyes stifled any self-consciousness that Aurelia may have felt. As he took in her overall appearance, he said nothing, stepping inside as she beckoned and setting a small box of snacks on the counter. 

“Need a hug?” he asked simply, waiting patiently at an arm’s length, and Aurelia leaned in, nodding minutely. He felt guilty, knowing that he enjoyed her touch more than he should have, and pulled away after a moment. It tore him up inside to know that her heart belonged to another, yet he couldn’t bring himself to create distance between them. He knew it was foolish, that he was simply increasing his own disappointment, but he couldn’t help it. And perhaps, if he was honest with himself, there was the possibility that someday she would be unattached… Or that she might see better options for herself… But he stifled the thought immediately, moving instead back toward the door.

“Rough day today?” he observed, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Rough few days… I thought I was getting more ambitious but then I lost it,” Aurelia answered, shrugging dismissively. “I’ll probably come in today. I need to do stuff…”

“If you feel like it,” came the gentle reply, “But also… if you need a distraction… There’s a lecture tonight that a few of us were going to go to. I thought you might enjoy it, if you’d like to try something new. No pressure at all if you’re not up to it.”

“No, that sounds good. What is it about?" 

"Subatomic particles.”

Aurelia chuckled mirthlessly in surprise, “What does that have to do with medicine?”

“We don’t know… yet. But it sounded intriguing. Besides, can’t a guy have interests outside of his work?” Lennox pointed out, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head. 

“Fair enough,” she conceded, giving him a nod and a smile. 

The lecture hall was a warmly lit space, full of chairs that curved around the stage. Aurelia shifted in her seat next to Lennox, feeling wildly out of place. She’d showered and put fresh clothes on, which had helped her to feel better immediately, and venturing to a new place had also given her mind something else to consider. As the speaker took his place, the crowd grew silent in polite expectation. 

“This year, we recognized three scientists who made groundbreaking contributions in understanding one of the most mysterious of all natural phenomena: quantum entanglement. In the simplest terms, quantum entanglement means that aspects of one particle of an entangled pair depend on aspects of the other particle, no matter how far apart they are or what lies between them…" 

Her mind immediately turned to Howzer, and her shoulders drooped with the weight of his absence. An entangled pair, indeed… Was she foolish to dwell on it like this? Would she be a horrible person for moving on? That thought wasn’t something she could consider yet, and she felt a warmth growing in her chest as the lecturer continued. 

"These particles could be, for example, electrons or photons, and an aspect could be the state it is in, such as whether it is "spinning” in one direction or another. The strange part of quantum entanglement is that when you measure something about one particle in an entangled pair, you immediately know something about the other particle, even if they are millions of light years apart. This odd connection between the two particles is instantaneous, seemingly breaking a fundamental law of the universe.“

The continued metaphor brought a wistful smile to Aurelia’s face, wondering how many light years separated them now. She had a strong sense, deep within, that their story wasn’t over yet, and whether she was deluding herself into believing it or not, it was as though she could feel his presence in that moment. She closed her eyes, leaning into the experience. His integrity, his warmth, his humor, his strength… His incredible complexity and his struggle with the world and his place in it..

The rest of the lecture passed with Aurelia lost in a blur, daydreaming and reminiscing, trying so hard to conjure every memory and sensation of his existence. As it ended, the crowd got up and began to shuffle toward the exits, and Lennox draped an arm across her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze and smiling at her fondly. 

"What did you think?" 

"Lots of big words,” Aurelia said, leaning into him for a moment before politely pulling away. “But that sounds wild. I’m curious how they’ll utilize it in more fields as they understand it more.”

“It’s definitely intriguing,” Lennox agreed, as they began to walk toward the train. “Listen…” he said in a more serious tone. “Chuchi is in contact with people in other systems, and they’re trying to create more of a network so it’s not totally centralized here. She’s asked me to man a mobile medical unit for field work, to avoid having to come to Coruscant as much. I wondered… Well, I hoped you might like to come too.”

“Oh, wow…” came the ponderous response. “When are you leaving?”

“I don’t know, probably a few weeks? We’re finalizing the details. I just didn’t know if a change of scenery would be helpful for you…”

Aurelia had no words, mulling it over in her head. But there was a sense of warning stirring beneath the surface, and she realized that the distance might be a good thing for them, even though she would ache at the loss of her closest friend. She considered the options as they walked in sync back to the medical clinic.

“I’ll think about it; is that okay?” she finally answered, feeling that she already knew the answer but not wanting to jump the gun. 

“Of course.”

Works Cited – the speech about quantum entanglement was copied from Andreas Muller’s article at The Conversation, found here!

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Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: CT-9902 | Tech, CC-2224 | Cody
Additional Tags: Tech Tuesday, Clone Uprising / Rebellion, AU, Tech Lives, fixit, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Part Two, gotcha!
Series: Part 70 of Tech Tuesday, Part 5 of The Clone Uprising
Summary:

Tech is alive and lending a hand in the clone uprising.

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: CT-1409 | Echo, Echo’s Pets
Additional Tags: Echo Tales, Tales from Pabu, CT-1409 | Echo-centric, Fluff and Fun, Pets, Narrative
Series: Part 64 of Echo Tales, Part 87 of Tales from Pabu
Summary: Echo is almost as bad as Wrecker or Omega when it comes to fluffy animals, having gathered quite the zoo.

My second drawing of @summer-of-clones 2025 post credit is Midnight !

Omega has been sneaking out to explore the city 😁😂

Tech and Phee’s daughter. My OC Cidney. Under the cut is the process of making it.

okay last random thought lol: if I could change anything about SFaG, I would go back and make it a slow burn

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SHES OUTTTT

Sorry about the lack of a chapter last week yall, ive been so fucking sick and then got a tooth infection and have to get a root canal next week, it’s been a whole thing and I am TIRED

Nonetheless, here is more bs for yall :)

*shifty eyes* Once again if anyone has a link to the new chapter of tbb ghost agents.

I wish to stare at them