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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 1 month

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Could you do one where the reader had been in a relationship with Hunter before being taken with Omega on Tantiss. Now that they're reunited, Hunter realizes that he wants to marry the reader?

With a little bit of Wrecker and Crosshair friendly teasing Hunter.

Marry Me?

Hunter x Reader

Summary- After an insufferable separation from you, Hunter realizes his true feelings. That he never wants to be apart from you- that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Part two right here!

A/N- SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF THE BAD BATCH!!!! You have been warned! Thank you so much for requesting babes! Hope you like it! <3 <3

Word Count- 1,755

Beautiful Screen Shot by @isthereanechoinhere96

"Omega... It's- It's been months. We don't even know if they're still aliv-"

You felt shame rise up in your chest when you agreed with Crosshair. He was right, time had gone by slowly and there was no way of knowing if Hunter and Wrecker were alive. Your sweet sweet Hunter. The man who only showed he heart for the people he deeply loved. You were lucky to be one of them.

"They'll be there." Omega stated. She was so sure... but all you could think about were the doubts. Omega was always able to be more trusting and optimistic than you. Constant fear of losing your family limited you severely.

You swallowed deeply and looked down to Omega, pushing your anxieties down. "They will be." Were you trying to convince Crosshair or yourself?

The next few minutes of hyper-space felt like days. You were so eager. Everything was either going to get a million times worse, or a million times better.

Omega guided the ship to a remote planet you had never heard of, a deep blue over taking you.

Picking at your nails nervously, you stood- ready to depart. Crosshair noticed this and eyed you. He was nervous as well, but for different reasons.

You almost sobbed when you saw the Marauder in the distance. Hope bubbled in your chest, all thoughts of doubt escaped you.

The second the door lowered with a steam, Omega ran out of the ship. You followed her quickly behind.

She stopped at the mid-point between the ships. Wrecker slowly exited the Marauder, "Now there's a sight!"

You laughed, the tension dissipated. Omega ran to him and Wrecker picked her up, spinning around. "Wrecker!" She responded.

The sight made tears of joy fall. To see Omega so happy was enough for you.

"And I wasn't even sure your message was real!" Wrecker half-joked, still holding Omega up.

"Wrecker, I knew you'd show up!" Her words made your ears ring, did Hunter show up? Well, of course he did! That would be dumb for him to leave Wrecker... Unless, unless he wasn't alive to leave.

Your brain ran wild, why hadn't Hunter come out yet? It was almost as if Wrecker read your mind, he rested a hand on your shoulder after lowering Omega.

Just then, another set of footsteps came out. Hunter skipped steps to get to you and Omega.

Your hands shot up to cover your gasp, tears falling fast now. Omega got to Hunter first- you knew she needed it more.

He crouched down and hugged Omega deeply, his words drowned out. What you did make out was him saying your name, an arm stretched out for you and an arm holding Omega tightly.

You met him as fast as your feet would let you. "Hunter..." You whispered, face immediately meeting his neck as he pulled you close.

His arm pulled you in, crushing you against him in a pleasant way.

He pulled back to pepper your face with kisses, then a deep one on the lips. A few of your tears dripped onto his face, mixing with his own.

Omega giggled and pulled on your arm, you pulled back to let her back in on the hug. All three of you were lifted when Wreckers arms grasped around the bunch of you.

Wrecker pulled everyone up, making the embrace tighter. It was like your perfect little family was back again.

That night, after abandoning the empire's ship, was filled with more hugs, catching up, tears, and awkward conversations with Crosshair. You couldn't have wished for anything better. Your family, all in one place. Save for Echo, but you learnt he was safe with Rex- that made you smile.

You helped Omega settle into her room. You noticed too many yawns and drifting off, she was worn out emotionally and physically.

You spoke with her softly, reminding her everyone would still be here in the morning. Picking up Lula, her doll, and tucking it under her arm gave out the last yawn.

"Can I talk to Hunter?" She questioned with big eyes.

"Of course, baby. I'll be right back" You pet her hair back and left to go retrieve him.

You stopped when you saw him, Crosshair, and Wrecker whispering in the cock-pit.

"Ahaha! Be a man, just ask!" Wrecker said as he patted Hunters back harshly. Ask who? What would he have to 'be a man' about?

"If you say it any louder he won't have to..." Crosshair remarked.

"Oh! Sooorry." Wrecker dragged out.

"Both of you hush, I'll do it when I feel the time is right." Hunter spoke, his husky voice immediately filling you with warmth.

"You got this!" Wrecker exclaimed again, this time he earned a "Shhh!" from both Hunter and Crosshair.

You slowly entered the cock-pit, this time making your appearance known.

"Oh! Hello!" Wrecker greeted loudly, signalling to Hunter you were in the room. Hunter just sighed and shook his head.

You were curious about the conversation, but thought it might not be any of your business.

Smiling, you started, "Omega wants you to finish putting her to bed, Hunter." The way his face lit up had you star-struck. Almost like he couldn't believe she wanted him. "Thank you."

He nodded and headed her way, a hand cupping and maneuvering around your waist as he passed you. His subtle but frequent small touches warmed your heart.

You took a seat in the co-pilot chair, swiveling to look at Crosshair and Wrecker. Both looked down at you with crossed arms and smug looks.

"What?" You wondered if there was something on your face, or if you just took someones spot.

"Nooothing, we will be heading off to sleep now. RIGHT Crosshair?" Wrecker spoke in a suspicious voice, elbowing him in the side. Crosshiar grunted but agreed, leaving you alone.

Weird.

But then again, nothing was normal on this ship.

You took this time to lean back and take a few minutes of rest alone. It was nice being able to relax by yourself, knowing everyone was safe.

After a handful of minutes, Hunter made his way back from Omega. He took the seat next to yours, turning to face you.

"How are you doing?" You asked, sparking conversation.

"Fine, I'm just happy you guys are here... I keep thinking i'm going to blink and you'll both be gone..." His words shook at the end. You sat up, understanding the seriousness of the conversation.

"Hunter, Omega and I are alive and safe. We are here and we are not going anywhere." You rose and stood between his legs, hands cupping his face.

He looked up at you, tears filling his eyes slowly.

"What if I can't protect you two again?" He brought up a hand to rest at your hip, the other on his leg.

You rested your forehead against his, "That was a freak accident, baby. No one could have stopped that. Now we have Crosshair, Batcher, and we are ready for anything. We will keep Omega from the Empire. I promise."

He took a deep breath in, like he had just decided something.

He started by saying your name, "You always know just what to say. I wish I had that ability..." He closed his eyes and breathed you in for a moment, then he spoke again. "When... When we were apart I was so lost."

"I kno-"

"No, I don't think you understand. I couldn't think of anything but you and Omega. I was so broken without you." He repeated your name.

"I-I never want you to be away from me again." His voice got huskier as he spoke, and your legs felt like jello. You just looked at him deeply, nodding.

He started for a second time with a shaky breath, "No one can take you from me again. I will claw my way back to you every damn time." He nods his head up, brushing his nose to the side of your cheek with closed eyes.

You let him speak, even when your mind was flowing with your own comments, "It- The distance, made me realize. There is no one that can compare to you. No other woman I would ever want to be with."

Ah, so that is what they were talking about. You smiled big, awaiting the special phrase.

Tears filled your eyes with his words, he was speaking as raw as he was capable of.

"I can't promise you money or luxury, but I will spend every waking hour fighting to make you happy. Fighting to keep you safe." He pulls back, steadying you with both hands on your hips.

You take in a teary breath to speak, but he cuts you off. "Don't say anything yet, just- Wait here, just a second." He stands, reaching to Crosshair's old storage compartment.

He rushes back with a small box. You raise your hands to cup your own face, bright red. He lowered onto one knee, right in the middle of the cock-pit

"Please, for my own sanity and happiness, will you marry me?" He asks.

"Yes. Yes Hunter, there are no other words than yes." You fall down onto him, arms grasping around his neck.

He lets out a sigh of relief like you'd ever say 'no.'

"Thank you, oh thank you." He whispers into your neck, holding you tight. He only pulls back slightly to kiss you. A kiss so deep and full of emotions your head spun. You just held him, never wanting to let go.

It felt like time stopped, just for you two. Just for a clone trooper and a small girl...

"I never planned on you..." He broke the silence, head placed on top of yours. "But I- you were so damn perfect. Too perfect." You gave a small laugh, looking up to see his handsome face.

You rested a hand on his tattoo, thumbing it. "Hunter, if anyone is perfect it's you. You have so much love for me and Omega... How do you do it?"

"I manage." He smirked, leaning down to smell your hair. Something he used to do frequently when you snuggled in the past.

"Am I now Mrs. Hunter? Or is it Mrs. Trooper?" You joked, pulling back to sit fully on the ship floor. Your hands still filled with his much larger ones.

He smiled at you, another reminder on why he loved you so much. "We can figure out all the fine details later... Just let me kiss you again..."

So, you did.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I loved writing this one, I hope it turned out as good as I thought! Sorry It took me longer to post than usual, I was pretty busy this past week. As always, i'm open to constructive criticism!

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im-the-chesire-cat · 2 months

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I think it’s so funny that Leia has developed a reputation in the fandom for yelling at Han, but also Luke. She’s become the ‘sassy bossy one’ while the boys are her victims.

However, we never see Leia yell at Luke. Not once in the original trilogy.

However, we do see them both yell at Han within the first 5 seconds of the them meeting in ANH.

#I can’t possibly be the only person who noticed how similar they sound when they yell at Han in the trash compactor #Anyway what I’m proposing is that Luke and Leia are equally mean and Han has to deal with both of them #one of them is a Jedi master and the other is his wife #I’m not saying Luke yells a lot. he probably doesn’t ever. but like. the vibes are still there #space fam #luke skywalker #princess leia #leia organa #Han solo #star wars #A New Hope

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im-high-on-reylo · 2 months

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#funny #couple #funny reylo #lol #lovers #meme #reylo #star wars #star wars funny #proposal

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myfandomistingling · 8 months

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#literally how he proposed to her the first time #p&p #pride and prejudice 2005 #pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice #jane austen #jennifer ehle #colin firth #matthew macfadyen #keira knightley #darcy x elizabeth #darcy #elizabeth bennet #memes #star wars #kylo ren #ben solo #rey

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manglam-marfach · 26 days

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I'm a huge fan of stories where characters come from such different cultures that it makes it genuinely difficult for them to like. TELL whether they have mutual romantic interest, let alone COMMUNICATE it.

ESPECIALLY especially especially when there are aliens or fantasty species with different physiologies that mean even attempting to perform the gestures of romance from your beloved's culture might not be possible!

-Miscommunication!

-Mutual pining!

- No common playbook to follow! ERGO...having to invent ur own!

Yes its about queerness. Yes its about social scripts and the people who struggle to exist within them. Yes its about the beauty of cultural diversity and exploring new worlds because of LOVE and creating a new language to communicate … together <3

#chewing on this in a chilaios way #as mantisgod said if u do fantasy right it absolutely counts as monsterfucking to date outside your species #i've read really good moomins fic about this. And ATLA and Star wars #fics where people kiss without their partner realising its a romantic thing #date without realising its a romantic thing #PROPOSE MARRIAGE without their partner realising its a romantic thing #the comedy and pathos is just mwah #chilaios

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figures4fun · 11 months

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Probably too obscure of a reference, but this scene in Vision of the Future was all that 10 year old me was waiting for

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theghostwrites · 1 year

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has anyone done this yet?

#ISTG if any more of these excellent proposals keep getting rejected #I will chew my fucking arm off #THEY ARE HOT SINGLE AND READY TO PUT A RING ON IT #MALEWIFE HOUSEHUSBAND LITTLE MEOW MEOWS #WHAT is not clicking???#the darkling #Kylo ren #Sauron #Darklina #Halbrand #Saurondriel #haladriel #reylo #shadow and bone #star wars #the rings of power #trop #S&B

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ithecrystaldragonheart · 22 days

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Star Wars Incorrect Quote

(Y/N is marrying Din Djarin)

Priest/Officiant:I now pronounce you Din Djarin and Din Y/N.

Y/N:...

Y/N:Wait, your FIRST name is Djarin?? How am I only finding this out NOW!?

#din:i was WONDERING why they kept being so formal even after I proposed #i'm still gonna keep calling him din though #i can't remember if anyone in the show does but it gives a whole different vibe whenever someone refers to him as djarin #feel free to correct me if i'm WAY off #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #star wars incorrect quotes

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thewriterowl · 5 months

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Chief Editor Luke Skywalker makes a foolish lie to help protect his employee, basically a secretary, Din Djarin from losing his job. Both hoped to brush it off with some minor inconvenience but, instead, find themselves going to Din's home to "celebrate" their engagement with the very large Djarin clan.

Trapped in a quaint village where everyone knows everything, sharing a bedroom, and needing to pretend they are happily in love when Din hates his boss with a passion, and said boss being a bit more soft and odd than he realized, it feels like a disaster is waiting to happen. Only, in a strange turn of events, rather than things unraveling, it feels like pieces are falling into place a little too naturally.

(Or, AKA: The Proposal AU)

So there will be one more chapter after this! I found it would be best to finish it all up. So next chapter is the last!

Din's daddy ways are really trying to take over here lol

I hope the update is enjoyed!! :D

#star wars #the mandalorian #dinluke #luke skywalker #din djarin #the proposal #the proposal au

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generalkenobee · 10 months

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How Kylo would propose…

UHHHH honestly I think Kylo is shy at heart (my Kylo headcannons)

So I think he would want it to be very private. No parties, no bands or fireworks.. sorry guys

He would probably be like "I was thinking we could go on a date. Where do you want?" And when you said "OH!!! maybe we could go on a walk though the forest ?!" (That's just an example btw)

You sounded so excited for a date which just made him more nervous because he didn't want to ruin what you guys already had..

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He got to one knee and you were already crying

"(Y/N), will-"

"YES!" You screamed it, he was sure anybody within a 10 mile radius had heard.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !!!🩷🩷🩷🩷

#star wars #star wars smut #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo ren angst #kylo ren x hux x reader #kylo ren x reader x hux #kylo smut #kylo x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo proposal #generalkenobee

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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I ABSOLUTLY LOVE YOUR POSTS BESTIE!

can you do how the bad batch (+ rex) would propose?

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Oh yes I can and I will :D Thanks for this very lovely ask!

The Bad Batch (+ Rex) x GN Reader "Proposal"

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How would the guys propose? Interesting question! Let's take a closer look…

Hope you don't mind I went with "the ring thing"

Fluff ahead! And Crosshair's part is 18 + sorry guys, not sorry

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Hunter:

Is probably about the most down to earth and responsible of the guys, aside from Echo. He needs some time. He may be head over heels in love with you, but a real commitment in the form of marriage is something he takes his time with, so it could be a few years of your relationship before you can count on it.

Hunter is an outdoorsman and not the flamboyant sort. However, once he decides to pop the big question, he wants you to really see how serious he is and how important you are to him. He takes his time, plans a little ahead. He knows you, knows your preferences and favorite things. The ring he chooses in advance has something about it that clearly shows how well he knows you, the stone will have your favorite color, a pattern that suits you very much, maybe even be in the shape of your favorite flower.

Fancy restaurant? Probably not. Hunter is more likely to prepare an outdoor picnic with the help of Echo and/or Tech, in a nice secluded spot, with your favorite snacks, romantic torch lighting in the evening, and most importantly, he'll bring a lot of time. He will only propose on a day when he really has plenty of time to spend with you all day and night.

You will notice his nervousness a little bit, but maybe you won't be able to assign it directly. He will give you the ring in a fancy little box, he doesn't want the frills of hiding the ring in the food, he is way too worried that you might accidentally swallow it or even choke on it.

He will give a little speech telling you how much you mean to him, that he knows he doesn't want to be a day without you, you are an important part of his life and can't and won't imagine life without you.

Hunter holds the box out to you with a smile, opens it and asks you very solemnly, "Will you be my wife (husband/life partner)?"

If you say yes, you will see the brightest smile on his face you have ever seen. You've just made him the happiest man in the universe and that's exactly what he tells you before he puts the ring on you and kisses you deeply.

Echo:

Just like Hunter, he needs time, no matter how much he loves you, this serious commitment step, he goes only after quite a while. But this is also due to a certain fear that plagues him. No matter how close you are, subliminally Echo is always afraid of not being enough and being rejected.

Since the Citadel, he is no longer who he once was and is quite painfully aware of it. Even though he is doing well with you and his brothers, he has never really let go of this feeling of not being complete.

Most of the preparation he has to do is mental, setting himself up for any possible response and reaction from you, just in case.

He will surprise you with a candlelight dinner, in a not luxurious but dreamy, gorgeous little place, a place where he feels comfortable with you.

Echo is showering you with sincere compliments, he is full of affection for you and today it is just bubbling out of him.

He wants to ask you after dinner, over one of your favorite cocktails (with or without alcohol, as you prefer), and you'll see his fingers drumming nervously on the table and him bobbing his artificial leg as he gathers himself and gathers his courage.

You'll put a hand over his, which is shaking nervously, and ask, "Echo, honey, are you all right?"

He blurts out, "Marry me!" almost in a panic.

"What?" you ask, startled of his outbreak, perplexed.

Echo clears his throat, he blushes, pulls out the ring box, opens it and says, "Actually, that was supposed to sound more romantic, sorry."

The appearance of the ring, reflects how well he knows you, namely better than anyone else.

Old fashioned, he drops to one knee in front of you, takes your hand in his and asks, "Will you marry me?"

Careful; if you say yes, he might melt away and disappear under the table. But seriously, he will be so joyfully nervous that he will forget for a moment how to get back on his feet.

Wrecker:

is a spur of the moment guy! He loves you, deeply and you love him, he knows that, it doesn't take him long to know that he wants to spend his life with you. He can't imagine ever being with anyone else and he doesn't want to.

It is very likely that he will pop the question on impulse even before he has a ring.

If you say yes, he will spin you around and tell everyone, and I mean ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE, that he is going to marry the most beautiful and wonderful person. He will almost burst with pride and immediately introduce you to everyone you meet as his future spouse.

You will choose the ring together, you can take as much time as you want, even though Wrecker is not usually the patient type, he wants you to find your perfect ring. This is something special and the ring should show that, he thinks, so don't get the idea to pick something totally simple, even if you like it, Wrecker wants to show you around proudly beaming with love.

When you finally have the ring, he carries you over the threshold at the jeweler's.

Laughing, you say, "That's too soon."

Wrecker calmly replies, "It's never too early to be carrying the love of your life on your hands!"

Tech:

wants to plan everything meticulously, down to the last detail. He has even already planned Gonky as a ring bearer. Fancy restaurants and all that stuff is too mundane for him, in his opinion that just doesn't express what he wants to say, namely how much he absolutely wants to have you in his life forever.

Tech goes through a lot of ideas, tinkering and crafting, often being busy for hours and not letting you come into his work corner. Something secret, a surprise, he keeps saying when you ask why. You have no idea what he is cooking up, but you have learned to be patient, Tech often has projects that take him over, he often needs that to sort out his very active mind that sometimes gives him sleepless nights.

The matter is something very personal and Tech takes it very seriously. Among other things, he will make the engagement ring himself, from the finest material and it will be beautiful, reflecting what he feels and showing that he knows exactly what makes your heart beat faster.

He will take you to a secluded place, a place that is beautiful, with a perceptible romantic symmetry, because Tech has a weakness for neat things. He will explain in his typically matter-of-fact way how much he values your relationship, that you complement him, are the part of himself that he has always lacked to be complete. That you have added a wonderful emotional layer to his life, which until your arrival was purely logical, that he no longer wants to miss.

He took his time and perfectly symmetrically grew your favorite flowers in a lettering:

Will you marry me?

In the background Gonky comes wobbling, on his square body the ring box with the homemade ring.

If you say yes, Tech will put the ring on you and promise to always be by your side and he will keep this promise.

18+ Sorry guys

Crosshair:

Is a very physical type, he prefers to show his affection in an intimate physical manner and in his strong protective instinct.

Well, he is not really a romantic, not in the usual sense, he is very attentive, but not a guy who appreciates or applies fancy frills to show his affection. In fact, it never occurred to him to get married someday.

Not even immediately when you were together. But after a while, he actually starts thinking about it, but doesn't talk about it, to anyone, including you.

The question will come very unexpectedly. After a fierce mission that almost cost him his life, you are in bed together, you are under him, he has full control, that's what he likes the most. His cock is deep inside you and he's been keeping you on edge for quite a while, bringing you close to climax and making you squirm, for so long that you're already whimpering under him and begging him to let you cum.

Of course you have a safeword.

He can hardly keep it up himself, but he loves to hear you beg when he knows that only he can release you.

"Please... Crosshair"

"Do you want to marry me?"

You blink and can't quite grasp what he just asked.

"What?"

"Do you want to marry me, say yes and I'll let you cum" he says with a smirk.

When you say yes, he keeps his promise, your climax more intense than ever, because there's so much more to it. You cling to him dig your fingernails into his back and hear him groan, he loves it when you do that. Shortly after, his throbbing cock releases inside you.

Barely catching his breath again, he pulls the ring box out from under the mattress. As I said, fancy is not his thing, the ring is very simple, but there is something engraved on it, a date, the date when he first confessed his love to you. Crosshair is attentive as mentioned before, he remembers such things.

He puts the ring on you and kisses you intimately, intensely, his hand clasped around your chin demanding.

"Another round?" he finally asks with a cheeky smirk.

Rex:

is a cavalier of the old school. Romantic candlelight, a fancy restaurant, he dances with you, slowly and tightly embraced, has flowers for you, holds the door open for you, pushes your chair to the table, takes your jacket off etc. etc....

Rex is always very attentive, but today everything is a touch more romantic and attentive, almost solemn. You already suspect a little what might come, but you are not sure. He spoils you the whole evening and adores you, you can hardly believe your luck.

He looks so handsome in his chic civi clothes, you can hardly tear your gaze away from him.

He often holds your hand between courses at dinner while you talk, his fingers gently glide over yours while he looks deep into your eyes and you can't help but get lost in them. Rex is so warm and heartfelt, so genuine that it can leave you speechless. He radiates so much strength and devotion, many a person throws him admiring glances, but he doesn't notice that at all, his interest is only in you, from the bottom of his heart.

Rex does not bond quickly, but when he does, it is in depth. A serious commitment is important for him, with him you always have an absolutely reliable partner at your side.

You are not really surprised when he gets down on one knee and holds out the ring box to you, but your heart beats so high that you almost take off. The ring is elegant but simple, a small stone in your favorite color adorns the center. Engraved are the words "In Eternal Love - Your Rex".

If you say yes, he puts the ring on you, beams at you, promises to always love you and that's exactly what he will do.

@chxpsi @andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99 @brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310 @moonstrider9904 @rexandechosandwich

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ninjigma · 9 months

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RexObi Week Part 7/7 - First / Previous

Day 7: Wedding Invitation Track: 'Share Your Address' - Ben Platt (Spotify / YouTube)

Rex didn't always wake up first. Though it was rare enough that when he didn't find Obi-Wan's warm side to tuck into that morning, he was wide awake in seconds, eyes blinking any remnants of sleep away as easily as any clone trooper could.

Quick eyes covered the room, noted things at record speed. Nothing was broken or out of place, the patio door was open, but not any further then Rex had been opening it in the mornings, and Obi-Wan's clothes were still tossed on the floor from the night before. The biggest things out of place were that one, it was still dark out, and two, the door to the attached fresher was slightly open with light spilling out, but their was no noise beyond.

As loath as Rex was to leave the warmth of the bed, he was also as curious as any clone could be, and with how silent it was he couldn't help but wonder what had woken the Jedi. There was even a hint of worry beginning to grow the more time passed, Rex all to familiar with the things that could wake and haunt a Jedi, especially Obi-Wan. So, with only a mild huff, he slid from the blankets, pulled on the oversized sweater their barely reached past the curve of his backside, and made his way over to the door.

"Kenobi?"

And though Rex had made no effort to be quiet, had pulled the sweater over his naked form with a mumble at being up and wasn't shielding his presence at all, the word sparked a very sudden reaction out of Obi-Wan. He had his back to Rex, standing almost eerily still, and Rex did not like the completely unfocused look he could see on Obi-Wan's face in the mirror. He appeared freshly showered and was dressed except for a folded blue dress shirt on the counter, but something just seemed off as rex's eyes flickered over the scars and marks he had come to know so well. There was also a hair buzzer, shaving cream, a towel, and Rex could guess what was supposed to be happening. But with the lack of movement he had been prompted to say the mans name, only instead of turning or answering or anything Rex had expected, Obi-Wan flinched hard, dropped the razor, and then hissed while clamping a hand to the left side of his neck.

"Rex!" The surprise in Obi-Wan's voice was enough to make Rex blink in confusion, but him whirling toward Rex with a look the clone would normally have described as fear was much worse. "I- I'm sorry I woke you I was just, er, woke up and figured I'd clean up, of sorts."

Rex shook his head a bit in bewilderment. "You didn't really wake me, sir, just woke up," Rex then took a further step forward, reaching out towards where Obi-Wan was still clutching at his neck. "You were really quiet Obi-Wan, are you-"

Obi-Wan caught Rex's wrist in his free hand, the movement fast but the grip gentle. "I'm okay, really my dear," at this ever so convincing statement Obi-Wan stepped forward and pressed a quick kiss to Rex's palm, which Rex normally would have been happy about, but now had doubts as his Jedi continued to move forward, crowding Rex back the few steps out of the fresher. "I'll be done in a moment, promise. If you'd like, I had the morning cart sent up early, it should be outside now so you can help yourself well I finish, all right?"

Rex only had time to nod absently, eyes flicking to where a drop of dark crimson had escaped down the side of Obi-Wan's throat before they were parted, and the door slid shut between them.

And Rex felt... lonely. It was a hard contrast to what must have been only hours ago, the evening before when Obi-Wan had so clearly reminded Rex of how much he loved him, fought for him the way Rex craved. Now he felt he was missing something very important, important to Obi-Wan. And if he was important enough to know about such things in the Jedi's life, then... well, Rex hadn't exactly been in a lot of relationships, but he did truly believe they were meant to share such things. That if something had Obi-Wan acting like this, then something must be wrong, and that meant something was wrong for Rex too, because the clone saw their worries together now, their hopes and wants intertwined. To fight back to back, never seeing but always trusting the other to be there. Not against, and not even side by side. The blind faith that your most vulnerable could be trusted wholeheartedly to someone. That was love right? Which means no, Rex shouldn't let Obi-Wan face whatever was obviously worrying him, hurting him. He should be in there with him, helping with the cut on his neck, weaving through the usual brand of nervous Jedi Obi-Wan still sometimes slipped into.

But when Rex raised his hand to the controls he thought of that moment again and froze.

Because maybe what was wrong was Rex.

The clones mind suddenly went a mile a minute, tracing over the last few minutes, days, weeks. Trying to find the change, the moment. But he had answers for everything that seemed out of place besides just now. And what could have happened between Obi-Wan pushing Rex down into their bed and Rex waking up alone in it?

Rex lowered his hand.

On the autopilot of past mornings Rex moved back to the kitchen and retrieved the cart from the hall. He noted how it had a few extra things today, a variety of treats like small pastries with powdered sugar dusted on them, and braided bite sized ones Rex discovered were filled with a type of strawberry jam. Sadly though he found he it hard to enjoy them the way they were probably intended. His mind kept blinking back, unsure whether to settle in the thoughts of what is wrong, or that he was somehow wrong. He didn't have any reason to really think such things, had been with Kenobi long enough to build a trust between them that if there really was something wrong and Rex was responsible for it, then Kenobi would come to him with it. In fact, he had already done so a few times, including opening up just nights ago with how he had been worried about not knowing how to give Rex a proper vacation. So, surely, it couldn't be Rex.

But what else could it be? What would prompt Obi-Wan not to share his worries now; what else could there be that Kenobi apparently did not trust Rex with?

It was just starting to gnaw at him properly when the Jedi came into the room, now with his shirt on and a small shimmery patch just below his beard where a pink line was healing. Rex expected something then, an admission of what was happening now that Kenobi had time to process, or even an apology ready as he still had a habit of doing. But he didn't do any of that, instead seeming to be only smiles again. In fact, he seemed near giddy now, slowly lifting the sweater and running broad hands up over Rex's sides. It was somewhat reassuring, the touch calming a part of Rex as it stayed rather innocent and exploratory, pulling away only ever long enough to sip caf or grab a fruit to share; but no talk of what had happened in the fresher came up. And before Rex knew it, the General had suggested a walk and he was holding his hand, quietly following the Jedi's lead.

Which brought him to the beach. Rex loved the beach, loved the water, the feeling, the sound, the smell. This early, with the sun just breaking above the waves, there weren't many people at all, mostly just a few workers here and there setting up morning stalls and activities. And the further down the beach they went the less there were, until it was just them and the waves biting at their feet.

"Rex?"

Rex came to a halt, the hand in General Kenobi's being pulled slightly behind him as the Jedi stopped walking. And when he looked back and found the concern so plainly written on the Jedi's face, Rex couldn't help sighing quietly in his head.

"Yes General?"

He watched as lips pursed tightly, and a decision was apparently made. "You've been rather quiet my love. I know you asked if I was okay earlier, and I promise again I am, but-"

"No."

The snap of the General's mouth was almost audible, everything about him going still at Rex's clipped tone. The hand still entwined with Rex's barely seemed to even have a pulse, everything frozen despite the quickly warming air.

"I didn't ask," Rex continued. "You said you were okay before I got to ask the question."

There was a bob to that freshly shaven throat, eyes that widened and an almost palpable upset easing out around them.

"Rex I... I'm so sorry. I had just- just..."

"Just what sir?"

The formal titles seemed to be getting to the Jedi now, who's eyes continued to try and flicker away. He was fighting something, Rex definitely knew the signs of that, but the clone couldn't honestly tell what. And the more time that ticked by, the more the sun rose and the waves began hitting against their shins, the more Rex wanted to wade into the water and disappear.

"If you really don't trust me enough to tell me what happened, what is wrong-" Rex started.

"That isn't-"

"Or if I have done something to upset you somehow that I am incapable of correcting-"

"No, Rex-"

"Then why are we here?"

His tone was level, Rex was good at that. Clear and straight cut. He wasn't letting anything play through his words, wasn't stating anything other then the words themselves. He kept his eyes up, locked on General Kenobi's forehead for the illusion of contact without ever actually making any. So he was able to note the true flash of emotions play across the General's face. Micro flinches Rex had long since catalogued, surprise turned to hurt before morphing to distress and hints of panic. Obviously Rex had been right, that something was wrong. Something was worrying General Kenobi and the man had chosen to hide it from him.

So when the General then let go of his hand, sputtering through noises that made no sense and hands beginning to wave about slightly, Rex decided maybe they really did both need a moment and turned to the water.

Rex didn't care that he wasn't wearing swim gear, didn't care that he left his sandals where the ocean would no doubt swallow them into its tides. He simply walked out until it was at his waist, gave the General the space and time he believed was wanted from Rex, and let himself sway with the surf instead. The water was still so cool, weaving past the fabric to ease at his muscle and take weight from his bones. His hands slowly began carding through the water, swirling in the ebb and flow of it. The water withstood the test of time better then anything ever had or ever will, and Rex let that familiar thought ground him. Let the waters immovable change strengthen him as it had many times before.

And for how long it was, he didn't know for sure, but the sun was about half way up when he opened his eyes again. He could sense General Kenobi to his left sooner then that, but he hadn't said a word until Rex had taken a deep breath and turned toward him.

"You haven't done anything wrong Rex. And even if you had, I would more then trust you with it as well. I am sorry I gave you the impression otherwise."

Rex stayed silent still. He could feel that there was more; and besides that, General Kenobi's words were hollow if he did not fulfill the truth of them and trust Rex with what was wrong.

"I was just- I am nervous."

Which... wasn't the answer Rex expected. And unfortunately his silence this time was only met with the sound of waves, so he gave in to the prompting. "Nervous for what? That isn't much of an explanation sir-"

"Rex I know, I know," The General had turned quickly, once again taking Rex's wrist in his hand. But instead of kissing it goodbye this time, he brought it between both of his hands and pulled it towards his heart. "I know it is no explanation, especially not the one you deserve, I just- if I go through with it right here I am afraid I would actually drown with my height, and if I don't do it the right way I am positive Cody will find out somehow, and I rightfully already karked it up cutting myself shaving, Vos is going to hang me from my beard, not to mention you almost saw the ring because I couldn't follow the one rule Cody gave about not taking it out until I was proposing and-"

Rex's other hand clamped down on General Kenobi's mouth, the Jedi's looking desperately back to Rex. But Rex couldn't think much on that as he struggled to comprehend everything that just came spilling out of the Jedi. "I think you need to start that over, before Cody really does appear from no where to shove you in the ocean."

As the clones hand pulled away Obi-Wan's watery blue eyes widened in realization of what he said, and if Rex was being honest with himself, which he always tried to do, it was somewhat amusing how this was all falling apart in a very Obi-Wan way. Because if what Rex caught in all of that was truly what was about to happen, then this was most definitely a story that would make it back to Cody, with the express note that Rex wouldn't want a single second of it changed. Especially not when Obi-Wan once again fumbled as he seemed to forget himself and go to kneel, only to require Rex to grab him swiftly as a wave smacked into his shoulder and nearly took him under with it.

And now, both standing inches apart with Rex clutching Obi-Wan's shirt in a death grip and Obi-Wan snatching at a small, familiar blue colored box out of the water, tight enough to turn his already pale knuckle pure white as they both slowly began to laugh.

"Oh Rex," Obi-Wan sighed, face split in the most honest smile Rex had ever witnessed on him. "I am so sorry for being such a fool. But I am not the least bit sorry for how it has brought us here. I have a whole speech memorized, Cody made me repeat it over and over to Quinlan while Quinlan gave me various responses, but none of it was... this."

"Was what?" Rex couldn't stop his own smile that was almost starting to hurt now. "Was you nearly drowning because you forgot what you just said, calling yourself too short? Or the part where you have already blurted out what you are doing to me without actually doing it yet?"

Obi-Wan groaned, and Rex watched as bright blue eyes ensnared in crows feet rolled to the side. "All of it Rex, all of it. How do I even start to fix this?"

"Well," Rex hummed, letting his hold go a bit more slack but keeping his hands on Obi-Wan's broad chest. "Seems a shame to do all of that work and then not say your speech."

Rex could feel the waves still pushing at them, felt it mirror the pull of Obi-Wan's features as he seemed to think something through very critically for a moment before answering.

"Rex I... well I honestly can't. Later, if you want the full thing, I shall recite it with all the dramatics that I always deny having, but right now this just seems more... right. I don't know how to encompass everything we have been through together in some small speech anyhow. How do I explain how I trust you with everything, all the lives and happiness of those I love most, in the same time constraint that I give special prose to how much I adore the way your nose scrunches differently depending on your emotions- like that!"

Rex had in fact scrunched his nose up without realizing at the mention of his nose, and Obi-Wan had stolen the opportunity to quickly pop upward and kiss the end of it, much to the already overwhelmed clones amusement.

"My point is, rún, that you are the light of my life, the one I want to dedicate myself fully to, in every way imaginable, in front of every being who will listen including the Force itself. I love you. All of you. All that you have been, all that you are, and all that you will become. And to share all of that with you would be the highest honor I, high Jedi Master and General of the third systems army Obi-Wan Kenobi, could ever be given. So, letting the years speak for me, all I ask now is if you would give me the most wonderful gift of allowing me to remain at your side until the end, and guard your back as you have protected my heart against anything this galaxy can come up with, and marry me?"

Rex had been biting his lip, trying not to make a sound throughout all of Obi-Wan's fumbled words, taking them all in as the sun rose higher and the waves continued to hug them. He truly couldn't believe it was all happening though, that Obi-Wan Kenobi was saying this to him. A man with a galaxy wide reputation that was only truly rivaled by his own former Padawan, a man who had lead countless successful battles and missions, who had been giving his entire life to keep the peace before Rex had even been a test tube of random DNA. He stood now before Rex, a simple clone, and said he would dedicate all of that to him, if he only allowed him.

And though Rex had questions, like how Obi-Wan would keep his dedication to the order, those answers would come later (mostly in the shape of Anakin awaiting them on the landing platform, excitedly announcing how he had managed to outmaneuver Cody to get Obi-Wan's resignation letter to Windu for absolutely every Jedi and their clone on the platform to hear). For now, Rex only had one thing he wished to say as Obi-Wan very carefully opened the box between their chests to reveal a silver ring, inset with dark blue jaig eye shaped gems fit snugly around a light blue crystal that pulsed with a familiar kyber core.

And he said it first without any words at all, heart bursting in his chest as he tightened his hands on Obi-Wan's shirt again and tugged him in for a promise sealed in a kiss. Then he backed only a breath away and locked a gaze that could make most beings squirm directly on Obi-Wan. "Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Nothing would make me happier then being attached to your clumsy, dorky, handsome, brilliant, stubborn, and amazing self for the rest of my life."

And if there was one thing Rex would never forget, it was how brightly Obi-Wan smiled up at him then after slipping that ring on his finger with shaky hands, or how the sun lit the grey in his hair so brightly it begged for Rex to thread his newly decorated hand through it. To capture Obi-Wan once again without any barrier between them. Just the light of a new day, the waves they stood against, and the currents of the universe melding them together.

Because if there was ever any guarantee in this universe, it was this: Obi-Wan needed to love, and Rex needed to be given it.

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