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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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accidents happen

pairing: kix / mechanic!reader (afab here)

word count: 2163

summary: accidents happen even to the most careful people.

a/n: can be read as part of the kix/mechanic!reader universe i accidentally made (here, here, and here). made some tweaks to the og req but stuck to the general theme. sprinkled in a few of my oc boys for ✨flair✨

warnings: speeder crash, prego!reader

you don’t remember much of the speeder crash. it was a blur of lights, a cacophony of twisting metal and the screams of passersby as they worry about the wellbeing of those involved. that is, until your head slammed too hard against the controls and knocked you out cold.

the sensations of latex icicles checking your pulse roused you from your unconscious state. your eyes struggled against the bright lights of what you knew was the five-oh-first medbay, the foggy yet familiar voices of frantic clones being a dead giveaway. they were worried about many things—your condition after the wreck, whether you would be able to return to field work with them once you recovered, kix’s reaction once he catches wind of what happened...

kix hadn’t kept his cool when your arm was slightly crushed by general skywalker’s delta-7 aethersprite, how was he going to handle his cyare being in a speeder crash?

answer’s simple: he wouldn’t.

kix had just left the operating room when he heard the commotion of a new patient being brought in. jogging to the cot where they lifted the patient, he pushed his way through the unusually tight crowd of vode until he got to the foot of the bed. “alright boys, what do we got?”

“speeder crash just outside of 500 republica, two broken ribs, a—oh we got it taken care of kix, go get some rest-”

“you just left surgery, take a break!”

“this’ll be easy peasy, we got it!”

the voices of his brothers were agitated as the crowd was damn near trying to push him away. with a few well-placed nudges and shoulder bumps, kix realized that they indeed were trying to push him away. this just made him all the more intent on figuring out why they were trying to boot him out. he was a medic for kriff’s sake, bronco had no business trying to shove him out of the way like that!

“easy peasy my shebs, bronco! i…”

it was you.

you were lying unconscious on the bed in front of him, surrounded by brothers on all sides as the other medics, clone and civvie alike, were taking care of you. there was an oozing, bloody gash along your temple and a growing knot that was already grossly discolored.

it was instinct for kix to want to take point on this. it was you, he didn’t want anything to go wrong. and if something did go wrong, he wouldn’t want to have the scapegoat of blaming a vod for anything. it had to be on him, he had to be the one to take care of you.

the protests of several vode immediately follow kix’s insistence, multiple hands starting to pull him from your bedside. he begins to struggle against them and they immediately start to grip him tighter as they guide him towards the exit.

“you can’t do this! i need to-mmph! be here! let me go!”

“you know why we can’t do that, vod.”

“bantha karking shit you can’t! i need to be there, you don’t understand!”

arguments continued and tension mounted in the medbay, kix still fighting to get to you while the others were either treating you or holding him back. all other conscious thought ceased to be, the gut instinct of taking care of you being his only purpose.

then a firm voice booms through the chaos with enough force to wake the dead as he calls the medic’s name.

“leave, kix. that’s an order.”

rex’s heart was being smashed by his own boot as he spoke. he hated having to be the one giving the ultimatum to the frightened medic in front of him, but as captain, the burden fell onto him. kix was clearly not able to separate you from what needs to be done for the patient and he was not going to allow that kind of responsibility on his vod’s shoulders.

not if he was going to be able to sleep tonight.

rex’s eyes betrayed how much it hurt him, but the bristling of his words showed no such emotion. he couldn’t show any of this inner conflict, not as a captain and especially not as ori’vod to nearly every man surrounding your bed. but the men know that their captain isn’t heartless, that he views you as one of the best things to happen to the five-oh-first, that he has a reason for everything he does.

it takes a hell of a lot more convincing (read: sedative) to get kix to back down. rex and fives carried the medic to the barracks, taking care to lay him down gently. the proximity to the younger trooper told rex that a sedated kix was having more of an effect on him than he let on.

even though fives had other duties to take care of while on leave, rex knew that a distracted fives would not be able to complete any of them to his regular standards. so, like a good captain and ori’vod, he excused the younger brother from his tasks.

“you can stay with him,” rex could read the arc trooper like a datapad; fives was tense and afraid, two feelings that only his closest brothers would recognize on him. “he’ll probably feel better if someone’s here when he wakes up.”

“but rex—“

“i know you stayed with him the last time his cyare was injured, fives. he would be grateful to have someone with him during this.” fives nodded his thanks grimly, taking his perch at kix’s bedside.

rex returned to the medbay with haste, hoping against hope that your injuries were mild. his return to the medbay was met with you awake, recounting the story of how you were rammed by a rogue speeder that ran their traffic light.

“we’re just glad you’re okay, gotabor.”

“yeah, no speeder can keep you down.”

a wave of peace rushes over the tired captain and he takes his leave. you were okay, kix would be okay, the five-oh-first would be okay.

queen and starchild continued to praise your resilience (“the toughest mechanic in the gar” is what you’ve been dubbed) before they’re cut off briskly by morticus, whose face was sporting a strangely lighter expression, like some of the burdens he carried were lightened for a moment.

“but we also have some news, gotabor. some that you really should be told in private.”

your first instinct is to tell morticus that you trust these men with your life, that anything he had to say could be said in front of them. but something in his eyes told you that pushing the matter wouldn’t end well. “i’ll be here when you get back, boys,” you give the remaining troopers soft smiles and a gentle squeeze of their hands, reassuring them that you were okay now, that in the hands of the five-oh-first you were the safest you’ve ever been.

they took a reluctant leave, looking over their shoulders one last time as they left the medbay. it wasn’t that they didn’t trust morticus, no not that at all, it just seemed that you had a penchant for getting injured and when brothers were repeatedly injured in increasingly severe ways, they didn’t always stay around much longer.

morticus is quick to say what he needs to, privacy being a very rare luxury in a five-oh-first medbay whether on leave or otherwise. “now that we have some privacy, gotabor, i have some news.” again, there was this happier lilt to his voice that he just didn’t have. morticus was stoic, cynical, even a bit dickish on the right day. to see him smile and sound happy about something was abnormal but pleasant all the same.

“is everything alright?”

“more than alright—you’re expecting.”

your face warped in your confusion, eyebrows crinkled and lips slightly pursed. “expecting what, morti?”

this man laughed—genuinely laughed—at your reply and if you weren’t so distracted by your perplexion, you would have said something about how nice his laugh is.

“a child, gotabor’ika. you’re pregnant.”

a sly grin made an appearance, morticus’s voice slightly teasing. the air was lighter around him than it has been in a long time and he was going to enjoy it with everything he’s got. “i’m going to assume that the baby belongs to kix—“

“of course it’s his, di’kut! but we had been so careful, always using protection! i don’t know how this happened…” racking your brain, you tried to remember a time when the two of you were a little less than careful but came up empty. “we weren’t trying for this, morti. it just happened, it was an accident.”

he patted your thigh with a smile. “sometimes accidents happen to even the most careful people. just take this as a win and keep going.” something to your far left beeped—another brother’s machine—and morticus quickly reverted back to tense medic mode, scrutinizing the readings before taking notes in their datapad and returning to your side.

“you got this, gotabor. you’re made of the stronger stuff.” he flurries around you, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible before telling you to rest and that kix will be with you soon. it didn’t take a seasoned member of the resolute to know that kix was so devoted and bent on protecting you however possible, and you knew that he was probably sedated yet again. he would be here when he’s up, you know he will. you just hoped that he liked what he was waking up to.

rex made sure to stop by kix’s bunk to tell fives that you were conscious and by all accounts, appeared to only be mildly banged up. the way the tension fell from his vodika’s shoulders comforted rex, glad that he could give the arc good news to depart onto the unconscious medic before them, the smile on his face genuine as he departed from the barracks.

it wasn’t very long after rex left that kix began to stir. as predicted by fives and the rest of those aware of the situation, his first waking thoughts and concerns were for you. the arc was quick to console his vod and encouraged him to go to the medbay to see you as if kix could have been stopped. fives had to bargain (and trade some of his favorite candies from his stash) to convince kix to let him walk to the medbay with him, the medic still on shaky legs after being sedated.

everyone with a lick of sense knew to steer clear of kix until he was able to see you again. they made a path for him and fives without hesitation, knowing that all hell would be let loose if any of them tried to stop their advancing to the medbay.

“special delivery for gotabor’ika!” fives shouts as he enters, promptly getting shushed by coric and morticus.

you laugh from your cot when you hear your second favorite trooper before you see him. “over here, fives!” he follows your voice and soon, kix is being deposited on the foot of your bed with a smile.

fives grins and pokes his cheek, signaling for a small peck in return for his services. “now if you’ll just sign here-ow!” honestly he should expect the light slap you deliver to his face instead. “you got him from here, gotabor. get better soon, i don’t trust those kriffing ships without ya!” he leaves with a smile and a wave, comforted to see that you’re truly okay.

kix still hasn’t laid down with you and you’re slightly worried. by now, he’d be wrapped all over you like a tooka to lothnip. you nudge him with your foot to get his attention and when he finally meets your gaze, his eyes are wet. it looks like he’s trying his best to not cry but it’s soon to be a losing battle.

“kix, baby what’s-“

“you’re pregnant.”

the datapad with the reports of your injuries and conditions is cradled in his palms. bloodwork has never lied to him before but every nerve is on edge, like this would all be pulled out from under him the moment he let himself indulge in the what-if’s.

you weren’t sure how he would react to the news and he isn’t exactly giving you any hints as to how he feels about this which slightly worries you; kix has never been one too shy away from telling you his thoughts and the fact he’s doing it now has your stomach in a knot. “honey, what-“

your question can’t even leave your lips before the datapad is tossed on the bed and he’s wrapping his arms around you, face buried into your shoulder and failing to hold back the tears. at least he doesn’t seem to be angry, that’s a plus. “i love you so much, ner gotabor,” he raises his head to meet your eyes, one hand resting on your stomach with a teary smile. “i love both of you.”

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aboardthehavocmarauder · 3 years

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Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 4]

Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader

Tortured

Brainwashed

Controlled

Starved

Drained

Used every fiber of her being

All for a few names to bring down the Jedi council.

But ultimately failed

“Do you mind if we run a few scans Y/N...I don’t want my—-my old padawan, to be still suffering a few things” Kenobi asks as Y/N didn’t want to but she hasn’t been called that for a while.

But what is the worse they could find?

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Why, Wrecker?”

“Well. The 501st and Commander sour puss kinda surrounded her the other day at gun point. When all she did was give herself space...she didn’t hurt space jesus”

“What’s a Jesus?”

“Not right now Techsquad. I just want to make sure she’s ok”

“You want to make sure the traitor is okay?”

“Crosshair” Hunter glares at the one lurking in the corner of their sleeping quarters. “We can’t think that anymore”

“So what? You don’t keep a secret like that for six months! Hell you don’t keep a secret like that in fucking general” Cross snaps before turning to the door open as the other four straighten up when Cody stepped in.

“General Kenobi asked for Wrecker”

“The fuck?”

“Don’t question it Wreck just go” Echo adds watching Wrecker go with Cody to the medbay.

“Okay what kind of check up is this? Usually I have to go to Kamino—“ Wrecker stops talking seeing Y/N with her head shaven, in a medical gown with the sleeves torn off and shorts instead of pants.

Wrecker instantly sat beside them not saying a single thing as she leans against him instantly no words coming out.

“What am...what is she doing here like this?”

“I asked for a few things and Kix decided to be more extensive. She said she only trusts you”

“And we want her to be comfortable from now on” Kix adds on his way out with Kenobi to go over the results with him.

——

Y/N weakly walks into the underground finding Odious in the middle of a discussion when he found the beskar spear pierced through her torso.

“Is this your so called apprentice Odious? I thought you would’ve done much better”

“Oh Maul, but she has given me so much” Odious smirks lifting her chin up seeing her mouth open and the blood pour out. “I’ll heal you sweet girl, but give me what I need”

As he kept a touch on her, Y/N took out the datapad that collected several locations of where the Chosen One has been. Including the name Anakin Skywalker.

“Ah, well done” Odious smirks grabbing the end of the spear and lifting them causing her to cough up more blood. He stick the pierced end to the wall and before she could slide off, he held her in place. “She does the job Maul. So tell me”

What else do you need

——

Being stripped down back to nothing, just for her old master to see what has been done to her. But he’ll never understand.

Never.

“Where the fuck is Wrecker?”

“And Y/N”

“Okay are we all going to forget about their secret?”

“It’s not a secret anymore Cross. Don’t have to keep acting like they’re a monster or something. Come on.” Echo frowns opening the door to the main hall of the barracks. “Move on”

“They could’ve killed me”

“But they didn’t. So shut it” Hunter snaps right up and personal in Crosshair’s space as he took a step back. “You’ve always wondered why they let us mutations survive because we can be used to be broken. A Jedi keeping that part of them a secret, has a shattered reason connected to it. So understand Crosshair. There’s more like us even if we don’t look the same” then he continued to follow Echo leaving Cross back a bit.

“What do you want Tech.”

“I’m confused as well to why they’ve kept it a secret and apart of me wants answers”

“So you understand my side”

“I do, but I would never push them to their boiling point” Tech adds before quickly catching up with the other two.

Listen to your brothers’ words

Or you’ll fall behind, alone.

——

“SHE ESCAPED!”

“WHAT”

“The apprentice escaped, sir. We can’t find her. The inhibitor chip isn’t tracking no more”

“Well. Sweet girl” Odious bites down turning to the open space from the main deck. “You’ll be mine again”

——

When the four found Wrecker stepping out of the mess hall looking guilty for the amount of ration bars in his possession. Hunter crosses his arms giving him a look sensing the nervous nature coming from him but the tension build in the room.

“Weren’t you asked to take care of something?”

“Oh! Yeah? Why?”

“Then what are you doing in the mess hall, idiot?”

“Taking care of someone. You nosey lizard” Wrecker tells Crosshair, causing a laugh to escape Tech.

As he quickly covers his mouth, Hunter frowns looking at Wrecker pushing him out of the way.

“Where is she?”

“Hunt—“

“That’s the someone you’re talking about. What did they do” Hunter bites as Wrecker frowns before eventually leading the way for the batch.

Fight the fight

Run.

RUN.

Leave. No one wants you here.

Go home.

It’s time to go home.

When Wrecker opened the medbay, Y/N wasn’t in there but the room looked damaged since the last he was in there. Kix looks up from his datapad seeing the bad batch as he didn’t know what to say but it didn’t take long for one of them to threaten the medic with a weapon.

“Where is she?”

“Obi Wan is looking for her”

“What happened here?”

“Uhm. Obi Wan told me to tell her that we need to perform a surgery based on what we received from the tests—“

“Wait you’ve done tests on her without our knowledge?” Crosshair glares at Kix as he relaxed his upset expression.

“She consented. We just never expected a large foreign object to be lodged in their core” Kix showed the x-Ray to the bad batch before hearing an alarm. “That could be—“

“501st and 212th REPORT” Kix’s comm went off and before he even got up the batch was gone.

Must

Find

Y/N

FIND HER

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years

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Just for Kix

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"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" a friendly voice called out as Kix walked into the GAR's main medbay.

"Curl, you di'kut, there's no one else here," Kix complained, though the grin on his face took the sting out of the insult he tossed to his fellow medic.

"Yeah, but the others are on their way," Curl said defensively, gripping Kix's forearm in greeting. Kix squeezed Curl's 104th-gray vambrace in return before helping to gather some of the medbay's most comfortable chairs.

'The others' were the other medics of various battalions. Every few months, the GAR brought some of the older medics back to Coruscant to be recertified. This class was going to be great or terrible, Kix hadn't decided. With some of the brothers he heard were scheduled to be here, it could go either way, but it was sure to be memorable.

Still, it would be good to see everyone again. They had decided to meet here as soon as everyone's transports arrived. Classes didn't start until the next morning, but everyone needed a chance to complain about the idiots they were in charge of.

"Are all the transports here?" Kix asked.

Curl started to say something, but he was cut off by heavy footsteps approaching the medbay door. A large trooper stepped in, his sheer size and the weight of his heavy muscle making the floor reverberate a little with every step. His armor, altered to fit his increased muscle mass, was painted with swirls of 327th yellow.

When he caught sight of them, he bobbed his head and removed his helmet. "Kix, Curl," he said in greeting, his low voice rumbling through the room like thunder.

"Limit," Kix returned.

"Well, if it isn't the most popular medic in the GAR," Curl joked, beaming at the man. "Heard you couldn't keep the females away last time you were at 79's, vod."

Limit's face flushed. "Stop it, Cu- Curl. I get enough of that from my- my own men."

"Leave him alone," Kix chided, shoving at Curl's shoulder. "Keep it up and I'll tell Wolffe you were bullying Limit."

Curl was irreverent, but Kix thought that threatening to go to his commanding officer would make him back off - especially with a CO as ill-tempered as Wolffe. Curl seemed unphased, however.

"Oh, yeah?" Curl challenged. "Maybe I'll tell him you were messing with Limit. He's still mad at you for joking about his cybernetic eye."

"You j-joked about Commander Wolffe's eye?" Limit asked, looking shocked and a bit horrified.

Kix felt an uncharacteristic surge of guilt. Limit was everyone's favorite brother. Disappointing him was like hitting a youngling.

"You didn't have to see how bad it was, Limit!" he defended. "I was scraping black goo out of it. He's lucky it didn't catch fire, and Curl is lucky he didn't have to deal with it!"

"Yeah, but I had to treat your general that one time," Curl tossed back.

"And I'm sure it was terrible for you," Kix said dryly.

The one time General Skywalker had been injured and admitted he needed a medic, Curl had been the one to treat him. Kix had spent his entire career dragging his general into the medbay for every injury, but Skywalker came and asked Curl to all but perform a battlefield surgery!

Curl had been insufferable after that.

"You know better than to make fun of someone who came to you- to you for treatment, Kix," Limit told him, deep voice saddened.

"Yeah, Kix," Curl gloated, beaming from behind Limit's impossibly broad shoulder.

"Come over here, Curl," Kix invited. "I want to show you this new method of spinal adjustment I learned. Only a mild chance of paralysis."

The door opened once again, this time admitting a trooper who wore Coruscant Guard crimson even out of uniform.

"Wow, Ink," Curl commented. "Didn't even bother to dress up, huh?"

"Got off duty an hour ago," Ink grunted. "Didn't want to be in my armor longer than I had to."

True enough, the trooper wore a crimson shirt with sleeves that barely reached his elbows. Wearing civvies to a medic meeting, even one that wasn't GAR-official, was a bold move. Everyone's civilian clothing was open to mocking, and Ink was no exception.

Of course, Curl didn't limit himself to Ink's clothing.

"What happened to your arms, vod?" he asked, seeming to fight a grin.

Ink was known among troopers for his tattoos. Intricate, Mandalorian-inspired patterns traced along the entirety of his back, shoulders, and arms. Ink had been expanding the maze of tattoos lately, and they had now spread down his forearms almost to his wrists. Of course, Curl was probably talking about the spots where messy splotches of color filled the precise outlines of the pattern.

At Curl's question, Ink glanced down at his forearms and shrugged. "The Guard had to investigate a fire on one of the lower levels. There were some younglings there."

He said it like it was a full explanation and - from him - it was. Ink melted around younglings of every species, despite how much he scared their parents.

Kix hid a smile of his own. "How's life with the Corrie Guard treating you?"

"He shou-should be the one doing the treating," Limit joked.

"Hilarious," Ink deadpanned. "Guard life is good. Treated a sprained ankle last week. Di'kut jumped down a level and a half without a jetpack."

"Hey, you know the rules," Curl objected. "No med talk until everyone is here."

"Who are we waiting on?" Kix asked.

"Heeeeeyyyyyyyy!" Shatter cheered, bursting through the door like he had been waiting for an introduction. Sprain followed close behind, throwing his arms outward like he was accepting applause.

"You didn't start without us, did you?" Sprain asked when Shatter finally paused to breathe.

"Just a short story about Wolffe," Limit admitted, looking guilty. "Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, Limit," Shatter forgave easily, gripping Limit's forearm in a quick warrior's greeting.

"Besides, we've all heard about Wolffe's eye," Sprain added. "Kix has been complaining about it for months."

"Was I supposed to stop?" Kix asked, mildly affronted. "I can still smell it!"

"Gross," Ink contributed.

"Gross? I'm gonna assume you're talking about that sad excuse for civvies," Shatter jabbed. "I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything, but it looks like something a Weequay would wear."

Ink snorted. "At least they didn't run out of dye for my shirt like they did with your hair."

Everyone else in the room chuckled at that - except Sprain, who had a single streak of dye up the back of his hair to match his brother. Shatter's was 212th gold, of course, while Sprain's was 41st Elite Corps green.

"I would be more offended by that if we weren't talking to the unanimously-voted best medic in the GAR," Sprain said, grinning.

"Is it true you actually got Fox to sleep more than five hours straight?" Shatter asked.

Kix perked up. This was new information… Fox was infamous for his lack of regular sleep, and infamously stubborn when it came to setting professional limits for sake of his health.

Ink leaned back in his chair and crossed his color-swatched arms over his chest. "I can neither confirm nor deny that story. Medic-patient privilege."

"C'mon, Ink," Curl wheedled. "No one's ever gotten Fox to sleep that long, especially not an almost-shiny like you."

Ink shot a glare in Curl's direction.

"However you d-did it, good job," Limit congratulated sincerely. "The Commander needs to take better care of- care of himself."

"We're here to learn new stuff to use on the field, right?" Kix mused slowly. "Well, I have a general who likes to avoid sleep. Can you give me some tips, Ink?"

Curl snorted. "Maybe another medic just has to ask."

Sprain, having heard the Curl-treating-Skywalker story before, just elbowed Curl. "Yeah, Ink, help Kix out. Of course, I don't need any help at all, since General Unduli believes in living a life of balance..."

"Shut up, Sprain," Shatter told his brother. "We get it; your general actually takes care of herself. Ink, if the circles under Kenobi's eyes get any darker, I'm going to get called in for dereliction of duty. Help a vod avoid a court-martial, would you?"

Ink sighed. "I can't be specific, but… did you know that certain Coruscant businesses will package unflavored protein powder in stim packages?"

Shouts of laughter greeted his carefully worded advice.

"Is that ethical?" Limit asked, sounding a bit troubled by the idea of deceiving a patient.

With a shrug, Ink told him, "More ethical than letting the Head Commander catch a plasma bolt in his shebs because he's too tired to function when his overlapping stims wear off."

Limit still looked doubtful, but Kix made a mental note of the trick. The general and commander didn't use stims except in dire circumstances - claiming that the Force sustained them - but the captain was known to be more reliant on non-sleep methods than Kix would prefer. And don't even get him started on Fives and Echo. When the ARCs were attached to the 501st, Kix could feel his heart working overtime.

"Speaking of catching a bolt, is it true you threatened to shoot one of your troopers, Curl?" Kix asked, relishing the looks of shock on the faces of the other medics. He had waited until everyone was present to drop that particular bit of news.

Curl looked surprised, for once. "How did you hear about that?"

"I have my ways," Kix said mysteriously. It paid to be friends with officers from other battalions, and his friendship with Sinker had proven it on multiple occasions.

Looking murderous, Limit drew himself up to full height. "You what?"

Curl knew when to get out of the line of fire and took a few steps away from the mass of muscle that was Limit. "It's not as bad as it sounds! Some of the members of the Wolfpack were experimenting with their jetpacks. I overheard a plan to drop a trooper from cruising altitude and have the other men catch him on the way down. I told them that they wouldn't have to worry about the enemy if they tried it."

Shatter blew out a breath. "Your battalion is something else, Curl."

That was the general consensus, if the nods and grunts around the room were any sign.

"So? Am I forgiven, Limit?" Curl asked, his eyes dancing.

Limit clenched his jaw. "I just don't think there is any- any cause to threaten one of your own troopers. Their safety is your concern, and they get enough threats from outsiders."

Sprain looked curious. "And what do you do when one of your troopers refuses to consider his own safety?"

"I talk to him," Limit answered simply. "Last miss- mission, Lieutenant Galle tried to hide an injury from me. When I found out about it, I treated- treated him and we had a talk about the responsibility of command and the importance of being at your- at your best when the lives of your vode are at risk."

"How did he take that talk?" Kix asked. Galle was notoriously stubborn and took criticism extremely poorly.

"He cried and admitted that I was right."

Surprised laughter met that pronouncement.

"Psychological warfare is the worst kind," Ink told him. "I'd rather someone just shoot at me."

"You don't mean that," Curl said, though his voice made it a question.

Shatter raised his eyebrows. "Would you rather get shot at or have Limit tell you that your life choices were bad?"

With a long look in Limit's direction, Sprain shrugged. "I'd go under fire any day."

"And I sup-suppose you all just threaten your men?"

"Sometimes, you can bribe them instead," Curl countered, keeping a steady distance between Limit and himself.

Any attempt at coherent conversation disintegrated from there, as the medics fell into arguments about the best way to handle stubborn patients. Kix fought a grin as he listened to them all. With medics like these fighting for the Republic, the CIS didn't stand a chance.

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A/N - As a note, stims are canonically injected, but this is a theoretical powdered version. (Go with it.) I know some of you have told me your hopes for a happy ending for Kix. While I'm sure he continues to help where he can in his current timeline, the sequel era just doesn't inspire me enough to write a sequel-based happy ending for him. However, the idea of a medic group chat is one that has stuck with me throughout this series, and I wanted to include it in part here! You already know Curl, Shatter, and Sprain. Limit was introduced in the Bly chapter of Nobody Listens to Kix. Ink is new and got his name from his tattoos (not because of my username, I promise!). I hope it provided a lighthearted end to this particular fic.

Unfortunately, this is the last chapter of this story at this point. Unless I get some new ideas or surrender to my urge to write more about these OCs, this is the end of this particular story. If anyone has interest in a different work about several members of the Coruscant Guard, I have one I'm publishing as my new weekly-updated story (found on my masterlist). If not, no worries! It has been an absolute joy writing for you! Thank you, as always, for reading! Have a wonderful day!

#Just for Kix #Nobody Listens to Kix #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #medic kix #clone trooper kix #kix #medic talk #clone troopers deserve better #please reblog

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captaingondolin · 4 years

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(Rexwalker + Anidala polyam they know about each other and are chill. i wrote this while ignoring a mile long list of to dos. i am made of stress and denial so i am giving these characters time to relax.)

The air inside 79s was always too hot, subpar air filters never quite keeping up with the mass of bodies confined into the small space. If it was warm enough, people would spill out onto the balcony, the low beats of the music reaching even outside.

Rex had stopped noticing the smell of spilled liquor and sweat after less than ten minutes inside. The heat, however, was starting to get to him. But maybe that was just Anakin plastered against his side.

There had been a few curious glances in their direction, natborn officers and Jetii being uncommon sights at 79s, but Anakin was with him and no one questioned them. Jesse had winked at him from the table he shared with Kix, before going back to his own drink.

Anakin’s hair was tickling his neck, and Rex looked down at where his riduur was slumped against his shoulder.

“I might have had one too many,” Anakin admitted, lifting his empty glass and giving a half shrug, somehow without dislodging himself from Rex’s shoulder. “Everything is spinning and I think I’m hearing more of people’s thoughts than I should.”

Rex knew that no Jedi, not even Anakin could read thoughts piecemeal, like a written text or an overheard conversation. But Anakin was highly sensitive to feelings, attuned to perceiving changing moods or absorbing strong images or sensations people might be projecting, and he knew Rex would understand his shorthand. When he was tired or, like in this case, drunk, filtering out the noise of the world became harder.

“Let’s get you home, then,” Rex said.

He might have hoped for a longer night, but they were coming from a long, thankless, bloody campaign, and he understood better than most the temptation of numbing it all down. Anakin had had to carry him back to the barracks a few times before, and her was more than happy to return the favour.

“Do you...” Anakin started, then mumbled something inaudible.

Rex gave him time to collect his thoughts.

“You know I love you, right?” he said after a moment, pushing himself upright to look Rex in the eye.

“Should I be worried?” Rex joked, ignoring the flutter of joy he always, always felt at those words.

Anakin pouted, and Rex couldn’t help but kiss that insufferable, beautiful pout.

“Do you, I mean, would you. Do you want to come to Padmé’s? I really miss her, but I don’t want to be without you.”

Rex hesitated. He hadn’t spent that much time with the Senator. They had a near-death experience together with the blue shadow virus, which had led to awkward confessions and a renewed mutual respect, but that was the extent. Despite sharing something incredibly important and precious, they weren’t exactly close. Rex didn’t know exactly how she felt, but he often feared overstepping, and he made a conscious effort not to monopolise Anakin’s time when they were on leave.

“Are you sure she’d be okay with this?” Rex wasn’t sure if he meant the late hour, the last minute call, or his own presence in her house.

Colour rose even more on Anakin’s cheeks. “She said... she offered. She wasn’t sure you wanted to and didn’t want to pressure you, but... And I felt so awkward! I love you both so much, but I don’t know if...” he made a vague gesture that added absolutely nothing to his babbling, but somehow, Rex understood him.

It was, in a way, like inviting Anakin to 79s. Rex loved his brothers, and he wanted Anakin to spend time with him in one of the places where he got to be himself. But there was friction. Anakin wasn’t exactly part of that world, much like Rex wasn’t part of Amidala’s. He worried for a moment about what they were going to do after the war - if they both... No, he wasn’t going to go there.

“Let’s give her a call and see if she wants to deal with your drunk ass, or I’m dropping you on Kenobi’s doorstep and washing my hands of you,” Rex said, a little more gruffly than he intended. But Anakin was smiling at him like he hung the moon and stars.

They walked - more like wobbled - outside and found a corner where they wouldn’t be overheard to make the call.

“Ani!” Padmé said with a bright smile that made her look so young. Or maybe just like herself, instead of the ageless effigy she presented to the world.

Her smile didn’t dim when she saw Rex, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Captain. Is Anakin being a nuisance?”

“Hey, I resent that! I am a kriffing delight to be around!”

Padmé and Rex laughed at him, but fondly and without malice, and Anakin sighed, tragic and put upon.

“Once you two have finished laughing at me... Padmé, would you... can we...”

She came to his rescue. “Would you like to come over? Both of you?”

Padmé is waiting for them at the door - Rex notices not even her protocol droid is around, and appreciates the discretion. He’s sure there must be at least one guard somewhere on this floor, but they are alone in the apartment.

Anakin bends down to kiss Padmé. He’s tall, and he needs to angle down to kiss Rex too, but Padmé is surprisingly tiny up close. She has such a large presence, it’s easier to forget her actual height. Rex wonders idly how it feels, to be so visible and yet so invisible.

He can see her lips curl up, smiling into the kiss, her eyes blissfully close. Anakin tangles a hand into her hair, cascading freely down her back, unconstrained by headpieces or jewels, and Rex realises the level of trust she is showcasing by receiving him like this - not as Senator Amidala, but just Padmé, without her own form of armour and armour-paints.

“Come on,” she says after a moment, lips red and well-kissed, and takes them to the living room.

They all sit on a large sofa, Anakin between them looking pleased and a little nervous. Rex can relate.

Padmé offers them drinks and asks about their plans for their leave. She does not ask about the fighting, the campaign they just left behind. She does not ask about where they will be assigned next. Their conversation stays in the small confines of a few days of dirtside leave, and it’s surprisingly comforting. Rex tries to imagine them into a bubble, the galaxy outside nothing but a muted memory.

“You with us, Rex?” Anakin asks him.

He is still staring into his glass of muja juice. “Mh?”

Then he realises the other two had stopped talking and raises his eyes. “Sorry. I was just thinking... It’s nothing.”

It’s stupid, he thinks. The bubble bursts, the outside world filters back in. It’s all well and good to enjoy leave, but this it all this is: a moment respite, a parenthesis in a history of war. Rex knows no other life and maybe he never will.

Anakin takes his hand and just holds it, waiting in silence. Padmé peers over at him, frowning. “Would you like to talk,” she asks, “Or to be left alone? Or do you want to talk just with Anakin?”

She disentangles herself from Anakin and is about to stand up, when Rex stops her. “No, no. I’m not about to... this is your house. I’m not going to kick you out from your own living room. Maybe I should go.”

Anakin’s fingers tighten around his, but before he can say a word, Padmé is standing in front of him. “Rex. I like to think we will be friends, one day, but I can’t presume to know you yet, and I have no right to your every thought. Please. Let me give you some space.”

There is vice around Rex’s throat and he can only nod. He watches her go, her ridiculously long, impractical blue robe trailing after her, and he almost calls her back. He wants her to know how he feels.

But he isn’t sure she would understand, and he isn’t ready to risk it yet. So he spills his heart to Anakin, who is ready to receive it all. Anakin always promises him they will both see the end of the war, and sometimes Rex gets angry at him for that. Anakin isn’t babying him, he truly believes that, but Rex can’t always accept the weight of that hope. Tonight, though, he leans with his forehead against Anakin’s chest, and lets him caress his head, his back, and talk promises of peace.

“I will keep you safe. I will keep you all safe,” Anakin promises, bright and impossible, and Rex believes him.

Padmé comes back after a while with hot chocolate and cookies. They eat and drink and Padmé gets a cream moustache and does a frighteningly accurate imitation of Admiral Yularen that makes Anakin laugh until there are tears in his eyes. Rex, who is maybe still a little bit tipsy, does Obi-Wan. Padmé is gasping for air and accusing him of having a recording of Master Kenobi hidden somewhere.

“I’ve just been present for many of General Kenobi’s lectures. Somehow,” he side eyes Anakin, “Someone always ends up prompting them.”

“I am a victim!” Anakin says, and keep laughing.

It gets late enough that the conversation slows down and they are all yawning more than they are talking, and Rex thinks it’s time to go.

“You should stay, Rex. Stay for breakfast. Mon brought me a giant box of chandrillan spiced chocolate pastries that I will never be able to finish on my own. Unless of course you’ll be needed too early tomorrow?”

Rex can see through the flimsi thin excuse, and he appreciates the easy way out. Which he should take. He should go and leave Anakin alone with his wife. He should go back to the barracks in case he was needed. Should, should, should.

“I would love to,” his traitorous voice says, lower and more uncertain than he has ever sounded. “Stay, I mean.”

“I’ll go find some spare sleeping clothes,” Anakin offers helpfully, then winks - winks! the shameless flirt - at him, “I’m sure you won’t mind.”

Padmé looks between them, the faintest pink colouring her cheeks. “I’ll show you to the guest room,” she says, standing up and beckoning him to follow.

The guestroom is, as expected, far bigger than necessary and with its own attached fresher.

When Anakin fails to come back, Padmé goes in search of him. Rex hears a faint laughter, and Padmé reappears with some folded clothes. “He passed out face down on the bed.”

She hands him the clothes and her small, soft hand touches his. He smiles at her and wishes her goodnight.

And it is. For tonight, still, they are at peace.

#gondolin writes #fic #rexwalker #anidala #polyamory #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #captain rex #my tag #maybe i'll re read this #some day #i think i fucked up tenses #rex pov #tcw #rarepair #my fic

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years

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HMM WATCHA SAAAAY Chapter 5

Kix was incredibly thankful that Master Che – Call me Vokara, Kix – had given him unrestrained access to the Halls of Healing. While it had been necessary for his research, learning more about physical therapy as a whole, it also came with the great bonus of access to the pills that made your mind clear up a little after crashing. It was supposed to be taken after long shifts, but Kix had gathered that it was usually given to anybody in a less fortunate state of mind that needed to get a clear head, such as Senior Padawans who had been out all night in the Lower levels and had a mission on the next day.

The last week had been hellish between accumulating whatever insights they could get from General Skywalker on his and trying to put together a physical therapy program for somebody who should be as healthy as a bantha. The fact that the Council had called upon them for the final report and Kix as the head researcher was supposed to lay out their findings was also not the highlight of this week.

“Medic Kix,” one of the Council members greeted him. “Master Che, Master Erin, Medic Coric, thank you for taking the time to present us your findings.”

Most Council members were off-world again already so the circle in front of him wasn’t particularly large. Kix wished that General Kenobi would be here at least, but he and the 212th had to be called back to battle. The 501st was to follow soon, but whether their General could come with them relied on Kix’s report. He had sworn not embellish anything, to pretend his General was better off than he appeared to be, but he was tempted to do so. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t want to go anywhere without knowing that his General had his back. He didn’t mind working with another Jedi, they were all equally kind and good, but they weren’t Anakin Skywalker.

And Kix would rather have Anakin, exhausted and terrified out of his mind, with him, than a stranger, no matter how kind.

“It is of no trouble, Master Jedi,” Kix replied.

This was another thing Kix had noticed during his stay at the temple. The Jedi refused to use military titles for themselves inside of it. They were Masters, Healers, Knights Padawans – but they were not Generals or Commanders. Kix and his brothers, of course, got addressed by their proper titles, spoken with honor and an edge of regret, but that was it.

“You have been taking care of Anakin from the beginning?” General Koon asked.

Kix liked Plo Koon. The Kel Door took good care of the men under his command and he was always ready to make sure Kix’s little Commander was in good fighting shape when she was in his care.

“Yes,” Kix replied. “Coric and I were the ones who oversaw the General’s transport back to the ship and then consequently watched over him for the week he was comatose.”

“Were the injuries he gained in the battle so severe?”

Kix shook his head. “No, not at all. It was an easy campaign all in all.”

“From my understanding of the events, as Kix elaborated them, Knight Skywalker experienced an immense shock when he was hit by the vision,” Vokara explained. “Consequently, he was disorientated and must have experienced sensory overload. His collapse was his body’s attempt at shutting him down to give himself time to deal with the onslaught of memories and unfamiliarity of his body.”

When they had attempted to figure out why muscle memory alone wasn’t keeping Anakin upright, Vokara had brought up pieces of Jedi philosophy so far unknown to Kix. Jedi viewed bodies as conduits of the Force. Only in a healthy body could rest a healthy mind and only a healthy mind could access the Force. It was the reason that Anakin’s one prosthetic was already viewed with so much heartbreak. Kix supposed it made everything that came after only worse.

“Can Skywalker be sent back with the 501st?” Master Koon continued, directly cutting to the most difficult part.

“Under normal circumstances, I’d say no. I don’t think he should ever actually handle combat at all again. While physically he will be back on top of his game within a few weeks, if not surpass it still, I cannot condone such an action when taking his mental health into account.”

While the Jedi all tried to keep a neutral expression, Kix had been trained to deal with the most stubborn no-I’m-not-injured-I-promise brothers and I-can-hold-off-an-army-on-my-own Jedi and he could easily spot when somebody was starting to slip. The Jedi were surprised, not at the latter aspect, it was clear as day that the General was far from possessing a healthy mind, they wondered about his strength.

“Councilors, if I may suggest, I believe it would be best if we started with our report now,” Kix inserted. “It will answer a lot of questions as to Master Skywalker’s precise condition.”

He wondered if he was already crossing lines, trying to make it all out to be better than it was just by taking their attention away from how the General was right now instead of how he could be, had been.

“Proceed you may,” Master Yoda said grimly.

Hearing how much stronger their enemy was, how he was luring them all towards their death, must have greatly disturbed the old Master. Kix thought of the old clones back on Kamino, those who hadn’t made it to the front lines and watched the Shinies instead. And he thought of the war veterans, those who had been on Geonosis. They all had the same look in their eyes when they assigned the should-be-still-cadets to the frontlines. The sadness for being responsible for the deaths of so many young lives, it was not easy to bear.

“Three months ago, in the aftermath of a campaign, Knight Anakin Skywalker collapsed,” Kix began to say, his eyes not even flickering to the text on the datapad he was holding. “He froze, then Force-pushed the nearest troopers away from him and lost consciousness. He had no visible injuries and was brought to the medbay for further examination. After twenty-four hours, he woke for the first time. He reacted with similar panic and it took multiple sedations as well as Master Obi-Wan Kenobi using a Force-suggestion to put him to sleep again. This manner continued for another five days.”

Those five days had been some of the worst Kix had to experience during the entire war so far. Coric and he had run themselves ragged to keep an eye on their General, never mind how exhausted Master Kenobi had been after staying awake for so long.

“He was catatonic when he woke up after this time period. Even while awake, he didn’t react to anything. He needed a breathing machine and we fed him intravenously. He snapped out of it after another three days…”

Kix trailed off. When they had discussed how they would present their findings, they had decided that Kix would speak of all events he had been there to witness with Vokara contributing the Jedi perspective. Bant and Coric didn’t actually need to be present for this, but they had all worked through this report together, they should do this together as well.

“As, at the time, no professional mind healer could make it to the 501st-“ Vokara’s voice was professionally cold, but after all these evenings spend in her office or apartment, Kix could hear the bitterness that was seeping into it. “Master Kenobi decided to take it upon himself to help Skywalker’s splintered mind. He was successful, though I believe that is largely due to the bond the two share and want it noted on Master Kenobi’s file that he is herby prohibited from attempting to do the same with any other Jedi. It could have backfired incredibly easily and then we would have lost two Jedi instead of one.”

The Council nodded in agreement and Vokara quickly swiped away their open report to replace it with her file on General Kenobi. She added a small note there, then changed the documents once more.

“When Master Skywalker finally properly woke up then, he was still confused and disorientated. It took a full day before he could breathe and speak on his own, both aftereffects of what he experienced in his vision,” Kix continued.

The General’s hoarse words had been difficult to understand. For one because it had felt like he hadn’t known how to string them together properly, on the other because of the low volume. The General was always loud which made it easy to spot him in a crowd. To hear him speak so silently was the first sign that something had been wrong.

“I have so far classified his experience as a new type of vision,” Vokara explained. “Our research on temporal physics is limited, I do not know if his claims of time travel are accurate, but it was certainly no normal vision. Not even Master Sifo-Dyas had experienced a vision as such. Skywalker has experienced twenty years’ worth of memories, hence his body being uncomfortable to him.”

“Forgive me my question,” Shaak Ti said. “But from the brief account Master Kenobi gave us, I had gathered that Skywalker was experiencing something more akin to body dysphoria than merely feeling uncomfortable.”

“That would be correct,” Vokara retorted and then sighed in defeat. “Or as correct as it can be. I will be honest, we are missing terminology to properly definite Skywalker’s condition. To put it simply, Skywalker is hardly used to having a body. From his account, and what we have gathered based on physical reactions, Skywalker spent twenty years with about 65% of his body having been replaced. In other words, only 35% of himself was still organic.”

“What!?” The hiss of one of the Councilors rang like an accusation through the room.

Horror, shock and nausea washed through the air so strongly that even Kix could feel it, be it though that he wasn’t even the slightest bit Force-sensitive. He understood their recoiling even without the pain that their understanding of life and the Force brought them. He half-expected the windows to crack under the might of their outrage, used to such displays from his General.

“He had lost both his legs as well as his remaining arm. It is the reason Master Skywalker spend the first days after his awakening in a wheelchair, though he refused to use it for long. He had to relearn how to walk. His fine-motor control is also still lacking slightly, his current prosthetic arm being the one he has the best handling of. His digestive system was also severely damaged and barely anything remained from his lungs. He was dependent on intravenous feeding and a breathing machine that he could manually override, but only at great cost to himself. Additionally, to his lungs, his vocal tract was also damaged to the degree that he needed a vocoder to speak.”

“And how did he sustain those injuries in his vision?” Master Koon asked. He had his hands laying folded on his lap. No movement betrayed him, but Kix distinctly got the impression that he was attempting to hold himself back from doing something rash.

“We aren’t entirely sure. Master Skywalker has been reluctant to share how exactly he came to be injured in such a way,” Kix stated. Reluctant was the most diplomatic way of describing how haunted General Skywalker had looked when Kix had just alluded to the topic. He hadn’t shut down, but the expression on his face, utter terror bathed in fear, had been enough. “The event must have been highly traumatic and evidence points towards him being burned alive, likely while he was completely conscious for it. He mentioned needed skin grafts on multiple occasions and is extremely uncomfortable around fire.”

Kix felt a little like he was betraying his General by sharing such information behind his back. Of course, Skywalker had been made aware that there would be an extensive report on his condition, but he likely thought it was just about his capability to return to the battlefield. The General didn’t seem to really consider that his mental health mattered as well. Kix was not one of the medics particularly schooled in psychiatry, Coric had started looking more into it and so he and Master Erin had been the one to draft a psychological profile on Skywalker, based on what they knew about his future-past.

They hadn’t gathered much yet, but that part of their report was about as pretty as the rest.

“And he lived with all those injuries for twenty years?” The hopeful disbelief, the want for it all to be a lie, was apparent.

Jedi were not in the habit of being in denial, speaking the harsh truths the senators seldom wanted to hear, but that didn’t mean that they wanted to accept it all.

“A little more, actually,” Kix was forced to admit. “I believe it was around twenty-five. He had made references to such years existing. The cause of his own death is unknown as well, though it was possibly the result of his failing health.”

“And, additionally, we have been led to believe that he spent most of those years being extensively tortured by the Sith Lord keeping him.”

“Master Kenobi had already mentioned so,” Plo Koon said.

Kix nodded slowly. He wished General Kenobi would be here now, listening to them give the report instead of reading it on his own onboard the Negotiator. The paper they had written was clinical, factual, but Kix had long since realized that there was a time and place for hard facts and gentle truths.

“I am aware, but Master Kenobi is not aware of the extent we believe this torture to have reached. Skywalker has mentioned Sith Lightning and apparently knows how to disperse it within the body instead of just bearing it and survive. This implies that he was exposed to it multiple times, likely not with the intention of killing him, and learned from those sessions.”

“How have you concluded all that?”

Kix and Vokara shared a look. Their report had already been all over the place, more a discussion than a systematic rundown of what looked like hell come alive.

“Perhaps, best we start at the beginning?” General Yoda spoke up.

The Master, though powerful he was, appeared so old now, almost frail like every gust of wind could swipe him away. And yet there was this determination in his eyes, the willingness and need to know what harm would come to them.

“That would be the easiest,” Vokara replied and began anew.

Kix had written this report, read it about a thousand times and repeated it to others as well. Its content was familiar to him, the words he knew by heart, and still, at times, he found himself caught off-guard. Worst was when Vokara, though she kept a distance to the topic at hand, would sometimes need to read a sentence twice. The two of them had seen gruesome injuries, Jedi and Brothers alike die of less than what General Skywalker had lived through.

Which was the precise reason why they needed to put him back on the battlefield.

“I am prejudiced in this,” Kix admitted freely, finally finishing. The sky had turned dark by now and he desperately needed to drink something. “I want my General at my back. However, there is also the matter that he survived all of this. I do not actually believe that we stop him from going out on his own should we attempt to keep him away from the fighting. He might even decide to face Sidious head-on, and we can’t allow that to happen.”

The Jedi looked troubled by his assessment and so Kix was not too surprised when they sent him and the other three out of the room to make their decision. Kix had done all he could at this point to protect his General.

He had done his job and fulfilled his duty.

Now he could only hope that it had been enough.

#star wars #clone trooper kix #vokara che #plo koon #jedi council #anakin skywalker #fanfic #medical trauma time travel AU #ask #anon #lmao you THINK im gonna make obi-wan go through the report when he's surrounded by people

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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rest & relaxation

pairing: captain rex x engineer!reader

summary: bathtime n bedtime. (that means y’all get nakey nakey)

a/n: this isn’t smut, but I did make a sex joke here and there. but, I wanted to let it be known that clothes are off for those who want to avoid that. requested by two anons! one of them was from so long ago but here is Rex getting tucked in for you babes, as well as extra fluff for the anon from two days ago. this is basically my nighttime routine with the cap added in. enjoy loves! + my taglist

After a long day of staring at holos of preparatory battle plans and debriefings, Rex is simply exhausted.

Staring at a screen for hours on end tired him out more than any battle ever could — and he’d known that for sure, since he’d just escaped relatively unscathed from not one, but two encounters with a wild and rampant Zillo Beast. The following week had seen endless piles of bureaucratic bantha-shit, and his role as first-in-command to the Jedi that had been pivotal in saving the Chancellor meant that he was rewarded with the privilege of filling out the mountains of damage reports to the city. Returning to actual military work had been a small relief, but not enough to soothe his raging irritation. Once he’d dismissed Echo from their brainstorming at sundown, he’d felt the oncoming ache in his joints from sitting hunched over too long.

So when you’d approached him in the command center with Hardcase and Kix in tow, adorning scheming grins and bouncing with uncontained excitement, he hadn’t had the energy to even look suspicious.

“Don’t you have work to do, all of you?” He glances at your hands, free from the trademark mechanic’s gloves that usually cover them. You’re tapping your fingers against your leg, a habit he’d come to realize was a signal you were keeping something from him. But in this case, it seemed like you were dying to tell him.

“Oh, we’ve got a piece of work alright,” you reassure him, motioning for the boys behind you to grab each of Rex’s arms. “It’s you.”

He erupts in a chorus of protests when they begin to usher him none-too-gently after you, and glowers at Hardcase when the trooper simpers, “Trust us, Cap. Lady’s orders.”

You send a satisfied smirk over your shoulder, and the view from behind the determined strut of your walk was the only thing keeping him from wrenching out of his brothers’ grips.

———

He’s questions aren’t answered until he’s released at the front of your quarters, two hallways down from the rest of the bunks and his own room. You punch in the access code and then he’s pushed in, and after he sends a glare to the three of you, he stands confusedly in the middle of the room, still unobliged in his request for an explanation.

But then, he sees it — the hunk of metal shoved halfway into the refresher, too long to fit completely inside. It’s filled halfway with water, your detachable showerhead bubbling at the bottom as it fills the basin higher.

It’s...a tub.

“Surprise!” Hardcase shouts, face reflecting his full-blown elation. “Do you like it?”

Rex turns, mind still racing to connect the dots. “Like what?”

“We all thought you could do with a day off,” your hands land on his armor, pulling off his arm sleeves first, then his pauldron. “Think of it as a spa day.”

“And if you refuse to cooperate, I’ll officially mark you down for mandatory bed-rest.” Kix chimes in. “You’re due for some, anyway.”

The gesture isn’t lost upon him, your peppy faces beaming at him, but Rex is so fully drained that he can’t even express his gratitude out loud. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to need to be said.

“Come on, get naked!” Hardcase cheers, but it’s interrupted by a jab in the side from Kix. “I mean, after we leave, of course.”

Kix shoots the both of you a knowing wink, and promptly shoves his vod back out into the hall. You trigger the door’s release to shut it, and then you’re alone.

He stares at you.

“Well, you heard him, Captain.” A roguish smile hangs across your features as your eyes flicker downwards. “Get naked.”

———

You’d gotten into the water first, testing out the temperature, then beckoned him to lay back against you so you could shampoo his hair. He’d raised an eyebrow at the violet liquid collecting in your palm, but you’d insisted. “It’ll keep the bleach job from getting brassy,” you explained. “Unless you want hair like Crys.”

He’d winced at the prospect, and no more convincing was needed. He’d gladly let you do whatever you wanted to him if it meant preserving his trademark dusty blonde.

Now, as you work at his scalp, Rex feels the tension leave his body for the first time in what feels like months.

His appreciation simmers deep in his middle, pleasured feelings he doesn’t know how to describe washing over him the same way the small waves do with every swish of his legs in the tub. In the back of his mind, a voice calls him undeserving, but it’s quickly silenced by your own reminders he’d memorized, an attempt to undo his depreciative self-image. He’s been working on that, thanks to you.

Regardless, the nag to reciprocate your kindness remains. He should be doing something for you, too. Repay you, get you a gift or something. Return the favor.

Rex is a man of action, after all.

Words and action alike fail him, however, when your fingernails drag across the sensitive spot behind his ears and brush up, collecting the lather at the crown of his head.

You snicker. “Feel good?”

He nods, unable to speak with his mouth hanging open from the sensation.

“You look like you have a mohawk.”

“Don’t care what I look like, so long as you keep doin’ that.”

Without another word, you comply, and he doesn’t realize he’s falling asleep until it’s too late.

———

It’s his own snoring that wakes him up, then the rush of water filling his nostrils as he slips underneath the surface.

“Kriff!” A series of coughs and splashes draws your attention to his flailing form gripping the sides of the tub, in the middle of drying your hair at the sink. Your concern quickly dissolves into amusement, though, when he releases another string of curses in Mando’a.

“Those are new.”

His hacking is muffled into the towel you’ve handed him, and he turns a glare of betrayal towards you as he splutters. “‘S not-ack-funny.”

You swallow a laugh and opt to kiss the top of his head instead, conceding in favor of his pride. “You’re right, sweetheart. It’s not funny,” he blows his nose into the cloth as he stumbles out of the bath. “It’s hilarious.”

He gets you back by throwing his makeshift tissue at your freshly cleaned face.

After he’d dried off and you’d reapplied your nighttime products — though there really wasn’t a need to wash up again, there wasn’t any snot on your face, he’d checked — the limb-loosening heat of his bath had sunk in fully, drowsiness returning like a sheet of Kaminoan rain. You’d made cooing noises at his ‘adorable sleepy face’, and he was too weary to reject the compliment, even less so as you swept behind him and pulled him to sit on the bed between your legs.

Your arms squeeze around his chest tightly in a split second hug before releasing him, but your touch returns soon enough, accompanied by the sweet smell of the lotion you begin to massage firmly into his shoulders. Deft fingers rub the expanse of his scarred chest, and Rex holds in a groan at the sensation.

As you lean down to lay kisses along his clavicle, he smirks, “Should’ve told me to keep my pants off if you wanted to do this.”

At once, your hands freeze, and then you’re craning around him to look him head on. “Do what, Rex?”

The unimpressed expression on your face is enough to clue him in that this hadn’t been leading to where he thought it was, and he gulps as you raise a brow at him expectantly. “Um…”

“I’m not lubing you up to jack you off, di’kut.” A swat at his abs has him jerking upwards. Those Mando’a lessons were really backfiring on him. “That’s not what the lotion is for.”

“Well, according to Jesse…” Another swat, this time followed by a pinch. “Ow! Okay, sorry!”

You’re not mad, despite the way you roll your eyes, he can tell by the subtle tittering exhales as you hide a chuckle. He relaxes further into your body, back curving against your stomach. Your massaging resumes, and he lets his head roll backwards onto your shoulder. You turn your head to peck his cheek. “It’s lavender, for stress relief.”

And Rex thinks that his assumption could just as well be stress relief all the same, but he’s secretly grateful. After the day he’s had, he’s ready to just huddle close and fall asleep in your arms.

You finish a few minutes later, though not before the pull of sleep hangs heavy on Rex’s eyelids. Still, he catches the affectionate smile playing on your lips as you maneuver him to lay down fully. Though he knows that logically, every cot on base is the same standard sorry excuse for a mattress, your bed always seems to be the most comfortable. But just as you reach for the government-issued blanket at his feet, one last craving for your skin on his is enough to fight off his coming slumber.

He surges upwards with the last of his strength, hands gripping your hips softly and lips meeting their mark in a sweet kiss. Your mouth twists into a wider smile against him, and as you clamber over him in a slow motion dance of fumbled crawling, his head finds its place back onto the pillows, faces still connected.

“Rex.”

He hums dazedly, contentment thrumming through his veins. Maker, you’re so warm.

“You’re tired, Rex.” To his disappointment, you separate from him, but it’s placated by the look of fondness shining in your star-filled eyes. You gift him another kiss on the corner of his mouth, and he’s so struck by your reverence that he barely moves his lips to reciprocate. He’s weak at your touch, even weaker at your devotion. You make him feel treasured. You make him feel loved.

You say so, the same time he does. “I love you.”

A hushed giggle escapes you, and his cheeks sing with his adoration. It buzzes in the air, louder when you pull the covers across the both of you, shielding out the rest of the world with the thin blanket. His toes twitch at the cold air when they’re uncovered in favor of your impromptu fort, but the comforting weight of your body atop him is worth more than chilly feet in the night. Underneath the cheap fabric tented by your head, he is safe from any cold or evil.

Your grin, heavy-eyed and childish, is the last thing he sees as he finally slips out of consciousness. “Thank you,” he whispers, still smiling. “For everything.”

You nestle into the crook of his neck, and murmur a command into his ear. “Go to sleep.”

Like a good soldier, he follows your orders.

#rini writes #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #very choppy but i think it's okay #rex deserves all the looove #wanna hug him like a koala bear #also me writing that last line: 👀#anyways love you guys #hope you enjoy

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greaterawarness · 3 years

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"Our Chance" Brothers CH. 5

(The Domino Squad head out to do a job for a Mandalorian crime boss. They have no idea what waits for them. It most certainly wasn't four Jedi and three Mandalorian clan bosses. This might be their only chance to prove they have what it takes to join a clan.)

Fives fidgets while standing with his brothers waiting on the subway. His blaster felt heavy in its holster. He can’t help but look over his shoulder waiting for someone or something to attack him. Echo pats his shoulder helping him stare forward again.

“We’ll be fine, Fives.” Echo says softly. Fives could feel Echo’s own anxieties, but he was hiding it a lot better than he was. Fives swallows after taking a deep breath to try and calm down. They had no idea what was waiting for them at this address. Was it a trap? No. If the woman wanted them dead then she would have done it at the training ground. He thought of what would happen if they messed up. If they fail whatever test awaits them. What then? Would she just leave them alone? He didn’t know. When the subway doors open Fives, and his brothers step inside and take a seat.

It’s early morning on the weekend so not many people are on today. Fives spots a homeless clone bundled up in a corner trying to sleep. There were a few people trying to make it home from their drunken escapades. Fives stares down at his clasped hands and tapping foot.

“Hello again.” A deep familiar voice says pulling Fives out of his thoughts. He looks up to see the same Kel Dor that he met in the park staring down at him.

“Oh,” Fives says shocked. “Hello.”

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I do enjoy company on these early morning commutes.” He says. Fives shoves Echo and his brothers down so he can make room for the man. “I am Plo Koon by the way. I don’t believe I ever properly introduced myself last time.”

“I’m Fives. These are my brothers Echo, Droidbait, Cutup, and Hevy.” Fives says gesturing to his confused yet slightly intrigued brothers.

“A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Plo Koon says in his deep rich voice.

“Off to work, sir?” Echo asks. The man lifts a hand to his mask as if to stroke a beard.

“Yes, in a way.” He says. “What of you boys? Off to work or off to cause trouble?”

“Maybe a little of both honestly.” Fives rubs the back of his neck. Plo Koon chuckles while folding his hands in his lap. They spend the rest of the subway ride sharing small talk. Plo Koon’s presence calms Fives almost to a point where he was relaxed. When the subway comes to their stop, they all stand. Fives is surprised when Plo Koon gets off on their exit.

“Going the same way? My how strange the Force works.” The man says. Fives knits his brows together in thought.

“The Force, sir?” he says. He only chuckles with a slight shake of his head.

“It is nothing. Let us just enjoy this beautiful morning.” He walks on. Fives shares a shrug with his brothers. As much as Fives enjoyed the company of Plo Koon he was becoming uncomfortably aware that they seemed to be heading to the same place. The longer they walked together the more his anxiety resurfaced. Hevy pulls out the sheet of paper with the address on it. They were getting close. Plo Koon comes to a sudden stop. Fives opens his mouth to ask why when he feels an uneasiness wash over him.

“Get down!” Plo yells before an explosion blasts debris overhead. Fives and his brothers have no time to run for cover. They can only try and shield each other. When the dust around them starts to settle, Fives can make out an odd purring sound. He has to blink a few times before he believes what he’s seeing. Plo Koon stands in front of them holding a green lightsaber. He had cut a giant piece of the building that had fallen on them in half.

“You’re a Jedi.” Fives says almost breathlessly.

“I have reached the objective. I have no visuals on the suspects yet.” He says into a commlink on his wrist.

“Understood, heading to your location now.” A clone’s voice says back. Plo turns to Fives and his brothers.

“You boys need to leave this area, now!” he says with a wave of his hand. A blaster shot echoes through the buildings. Plo Koon manages to deflect the shot with his lightsaber. Out of the dust from the explosion a group of bounty hunters jumps out onto a passing speeder. Fives instinctively tries to follow it before running into something hard. He falls back rubbing his face before making out grey Mandalorian armor. The Mandalorian tilts his head before turning and firing a single shot hitting the speeder taking it down.

“Sir,” the Mandalorian says to Plo Koon. “Boost and Sinker are on their way.”

“Good, we need to apprehend these bounty hunters before…” Plo Koon is cut off by a gun ship lowering down between the buildings.

“Oh, no, no, no!” the Mandalorian yells when three Mandalorians in light orange armor jumps down. They fan out before a familiar one pauses at the sight of the grey Mandalorian.

“Not again!” the orange one says. Fives flinches when a man leaps from the gunship to land between to two Mandalorians. Fives’s jaw drops at the sight of the gorgeous man from his first day on Coruscant standing in front of him.

“Come now, I’m sure we can share.” He says before dropping his white cape and spinning a blue lightsaber. The orange and grey Mandalorian sigh before turning back to the bounty hunters. The bounty hunters open fire down the street. The two Jedi stand in the front to deflect the shots. The two Mandalorians take point with their men trying to make ground from their positions. Fives felt frozen. He wanted to move. He wanted to fight.

All thoughts stop when a missile shoots overhead landing near the bounty hunters stirring up a cloud of dust.

“A missile?” the attractive man says before frowning. “Anakin!”

“You guys again?” a voice says before the man that helped Fives find his way home and the same one passed out with Rex jumps over them landing in front of the blaster fire. “I thought we were the only ones on this job?”

“It seems there has been a miscommunication.” The attractive man says deflecting another shot.

“Or perhaps not.” Plo Koon says. The man, Anakin, waves his own blue lightsaber before another figure jumps into view.

“Ahsoka?” Fives says but no one can hear him. She swings two green lightsabers before aiding in deflecting blaster shots.

“Master Plo, Master Kenobi, always nice to see you!” she says with a grin. Movement behind Fives makes him move finally. He and his brothers move out of the way so Rex, Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase can charge up from behind. They take point next to the orange and grey Mandalorian.

“Again?” Rex asks.

“Again.” The two Mandalorians sigh.

“Well, this has been fun, but I actually plan on taking these bounty hunters in.” Anakin says before giving his two-finger salute and jumping into the air. Ahsoka leaps just as high into the air towards the bounty hunters.

“You heard ‘em boys!” Rex says as he takes off on his jetpack. The orange Mandalorian makes a tsk sound.

“I’m going to advance.” He says. The one Ahsoka called Master Kenobi gives a grin.

“Yes, let’s not leave all the fun to Anakin.” Kenobi says before they both charge into the dust.

“Boost, Sinker, move in!” the grey Mandalorian says as he and Plo Koon advance. Fives stands staring at the battle in front of them. He looks to his brothers.

“This is our chance!” he yells.

“Yeah, chance to die!” Cutup yells.

“We might not get another shot to prove that we can keep up with these guys!” he says gesturing to the battle. Hevy and Echo stand with determination on their face. And maybe a little fear. Cutup and Droidbait slowly get to their feet not looking as enthused but none of them were backing down now. They turn and charge into the chaos.

The dust was so bad they could barely make out anything. Every now and then they come across a Mandalorian fighting off a bounty hunter or a Jedi swinging their laser sword. Fives runs into someone nearly falling back again. Ahsoka gasps when she recognizes his face.

“Fives? What are you doing? Get out of here!” she yells before deflecting blaster fire and leaping towards the bounty hunter. Fives turns only to run into someone else. He shakes his head to see a Duros wearing a large hat staring at him. The man narrows his eyes before drawing a blaster. Fives moves his head just before the blaster bolt can shoot through his forehead. His ears ring from the blast. Before the Duros can run away Fives spots the bag in his arms. It’s full of credits. The man zips the bag shut before running into the dust.

“Hevy, Cutup!” Fives yells. His brothers spot him. He points in the direction of the Duros. “Go after that one!”

His brothers charge. Echo grabs his arm to help him forward. They draw their blasters while dodging the chaos around them. At least they try. Fives gets tackled by a bounty hunter. He fights him off before it gets pulled off and thrown into the ground. Rex aims his blaster down before looking at Fives.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he yells. Fives doesn’t wait to get lectured. He runs back into the dust. He can make out the Duros’ ridiculous hat in the dust and lunges forward. They tumble to the ground. His bag rolls across the ground. Droidbait runs by grabbing it.

“No!” the man yells before elbowing Fives in the face. They struggle against each other. the man lands a solid hit to Fives’s gut making him lose his hold. The man runs after Droidbait. Echo and Cutup run past Fives while Hevy helps him up.

“Gotta keep going.” Hevy says. Fives catches his breath and is able to run again. They exit the dust to see the man chasing Droidbait up a fire escape. Fives leaps up grabbing onto the bars jumping up the sides, to impatient to take the stairs. When they reach the top Droidbait is trapped on the roof.

“Why did you run up?” Cutup yells slightly out of breath.

“Shut up!” Droidbait yells. He turns facing the man. They stand on the roof unsure of what to do. The man hovers his hand over his blaster. Echo places a hand on Fives’s shoulder.

“You know what we have to do.” He says with his hand squeezing his shoulder. He watches the mans hand moving closer to his blaster.

“What are you talking about Echo?” Fives’s heart rings in his ear. Before they can react, the man draws his blaster. Everything started moving slower to Fives. He watches the man pulling his blaster up to fire at Droidbait while he and Echo reach out their hands.

“No!” he yells feeling something extend from his arm knocking the man forward. He tumbles across the roof letting Droidbait get away. Fives stands frozen not sure what just happened.

“What the hell was that?” a voice says behind him. He turns to see Anakin, Plo Koon, and Kenobi all staring in disbelief.

“Clone Jedi?” the man grunts from the roof floor. He pushes some buttons on his wrist before the rockets on his feet activate. He flies away but no one seems to care at the moment. Fives looks to Echo.

“What did we just do?” he asks. Echo and Fives both pant feeling drained. Hevy, Cutup, and Droidbait walk up to stand next to Five and Echo.

“Well, we got their attention.” Hevy mutters.

Fives doesn’t know how they got off the roof or when they were sat down as the Jedi spoke to the local police. Everything was muffled. He watched Rex and the two other Mandalorian leaders speaking to each other while glancing over at Fives and his brothers. Fives taps his foot nervously. When the three Jedi and the three Mandalorian leaders walk up to them Fives wants to throw up.

“That was quite a display you just put on.” The one called Kenobi says with a smirk.

“Yes, not every day we see Force sensitive clones.” Plo Koon says.

“More like never.” Anakin mutters while crossing his arms. Fives exchanges a look with his brothers.

“Are we… in trouble?” Droidbait asks cautiously. This makes the three Jedi laugh.

“On the contrary we are quite impressed with what you’ve shown us.” Kenobi goes on.

“The Jedi theatrics aside,” Rex butts in making Anakin raise an eyebrow and Kenobi snicker. “You five handled yourselves pretty well in battle.”

“I could use men like you in the 104th.” The Mandalorian with grey armor says. He reaches up to pull his helmet off. Fives could practically hear the air get knocked out of Cutup and Hevy when Wolffe smiles down at them.

“You’re… you’re…” Hevy starts with Cutup shaking his arm excitedly.

“Fans of mine are ya!” Wolffe says making the orange Mandalorian nudge him. he removes his helmet. It’s the same Cody from the video.

“I was thinking you boys would be better suited for the 212th.” He says making Rex frown at him.

“Hold on, now. We can’t just bombard the boys with offers. Let’s let them think on it.” Rex says making Cody and Wolffe roll their eyes.

“Yes, it appears you boys will have the pick of the litter if joining a Mandalorian clan is what you want?” Kenobi asks with an arch of a brow.

“It is!” Hevy says making Rex, Cody, and Wolffe grin at each other.

“But you two,” Anakin says turning his attention on Fives and Echo. “You two have a much bigger decision to make.”

“Sir?” Echo asks.

“I can sense that you are both strong in the Force. If you want, one of us could teach you the ways of the Jedi.” Plo Koon explains. Fives shakes his head not fully understanding.

“Jedi? How could we…?” he trails off.

“Well, variations of the Jedi. We ourselves can’t really call ourselves Jedi anymore either.” Kenobi adds.

“You boys should come by and check out each of our clans. Then make a decision. Nothing needs to be decided today.” Rex says before they can go on. Rex could probably see how overwhelmed they were. Taking the hint, the Jedi back off along with Wolffe and Cody. Rex writes down three addresses. One was familiar. It was to the bar he and his group hangout. “Come check us out when you’re ready.”

He turns back towards his men. Hevy holds the piece of paper in his hand like it was a thousand credits. While his brothers go off on excitement, Fives feels himself get to his feet to walk over to Ahsoka. When she sees him she gives his shoulder a playful shove.

“If you told me you were Force sensitive, I would have just taken you to Anakin right then and there!” she says crossing her arms. Fives rubs the back of his neck.

“Didn’t know I was. Don’t really know what that means really.” He confesses. She places a hand on his arm.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to get what you want. You and your brothers should have no problem joining a Mandalorian clan after today. Just,” she trails off. “Make sure you think about it. Not every clan is the same.”

She leaves him so she can rejoin Anakin and Rex. Fives places a hand where she had touched him.

They start home after Kix checks them over. Cutup and Hevy haven’t stopped talking about everything that happened the whole way home. When they reach their level Fives places a hand on Echo’s shoulder.

“How did you know that we were… you know?” He asks softly. Echo stares at the ground as they walk.

“Honestly, I thought you knew. I just thought you didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t want to seem different.” He says while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Why would you think that?” he asks. Echo shrugs while hugging his arms to his stomach.

“I dunno, I just assumed that you wanted to act like it didn’t exist. So, I never said anything. I noticed when we were younger. We could predict things before they happened, and you even moved the cookie jar off the counter with your mind when we were nine. I seriously thought you knew.” He says. Fives shakes his head.

“Am I that oblivious?” he chuckles making Echo grin.

“Yes.” His brothers say ahead of them. Apparently, Echo wasn’t the only one who knew. Great.

“You do run into a lot of things.” He points out.

“People too.” Fives laughs. As they walk on, they come across Rafa’s laundromat. They see Rafa about to walk in.

“Oi! Rafa!” Cutup calls. Rafa winces before turning to face them. They freeze when they see her bruised scarred face. Her right arm is bandaged in a sling. “Rafa?”

“Just stay away from me!” she yells. She runs inside her shop before locking the door behind her. they stand in the street feeling the sudden weight of their actions. They asked a favor of a crime boss. A crime boss Mandalorian at that. Rafa got hurt because of them. They walk in silence at that. Each of their stomachs twisted into knots. When they reach their apartment, they notice Sbug is nowhere to be found. Usually, he’s passed out or watching something at this hour. They walk up the stairs pausing at their door. It’s unlocked. Hevy swallows before opening the door. The Mandalorian woman stands in her black armor leaning against the back wall.

“Congratulations,” She says. They stand in the doorway paralyzed. “I hear you boys were quite something. Got three Mandalorian bosses trying to scout you now.”

The boys force themselves inside so they can close the door. The woman steps forward with a laugh.

“You should have told me you two were Force sensitive. Wouldn’t have made you go through that training course.” She says tilting her head.

“What do you want?” Hevy asks flatly.

“Now? Nothing. But now that I know what you boys can do?” she walks forward to grab Hevy’s chin. “Now I have bigger plans for you. We’ll be in touch.”

They part so she can walk through. When the door closes behind her Fives feels like he might vomit. He looks at his brothers who all share his look of horror.

“What the fuck did we do?”

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likeshootingstarsinthenightsky · 4 years

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Alive (Echo x Reader)

A/N: Me, back again with another Star Wars story? You bet! There is both angst and a lil fluff!

Tagging: @kaminobiwan @simping-for-fives

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

You hated those words. You hated the way people looked at you with pity. You hated that everyone now looked at you with a hint of sorrow in their eyes when they talked with you.

You hated how Fives couldn’t look you in the eyes. Or how any of the 501st couldn’t talk to you without feeling like they were interacting with a ticking time bomb.

Were you sad? Yes. Were you angry? Yes. But it was your duty to keep going, to keep living.

The doors to your quarters hiss shut. Immediately, you’re surrounded by darkness. Without turning on the lights, you make your way to your bed. Every part of you is willing that sleep comes quickly. But before sleep can overtake you, sadness overwhelms you. Sadness creeps into your chest, making it feel like a weight is crushing you, making it harder to breathe. Sadness makes its way to your throat, closing it off. Letting out a choked sob, the tears final flow. Your body starts shaking from the force of the sobs. Once the sadness overwhelms you, you lose all sense of time.

A blaring noise wakes you up. Turning off the alarm, you make your way into the refresher. Staring at your reflection, you can see the puffiness in your eyes, and just how tired you are.

Making yourself presentable for the day, you leave your quarters. Making your way towards the mess, you hear the distinct voices of some of your favorite people. From the familiar blue lines on their armor, you knew it was Rex, Kix, and Fives. Walking slightly faster so you could walk a few paces behind them, you catch wind of their conversation.

Kix was filling the two in about some of the things that had happened when they had went out to 79’s. From the story he was telling them, you gathered it was a fun night.

“Speaking of fun,” Kix says, “where were you last night Fives?” Rex shakes his head at Kix. Fives stiffens for a second before responding.

“I fell asleep.” He says, and Rex gives Kix a look to drop the subject. Rex is also the first one to spot you behind them. He calls you over, and the four of you make your way towards the mess hall. The conversation then moves into what everyone thinks will be served in the mess today.

While the three of them continue talking, you see Hardcase and Jesse making their way towards your table. And soon, the sounds of their voices fill the mess hall. You didn’t realize that you had drown out the sound of the men until Jesse started to say something.

“Hey,” Jesse draws the attention of his vode, “remember that time Ech-“ At the start of the name, he stops, his eyes are wide, and he looks afraid for a moment. All eyes are focus on you. Feeling their stares on you, you compose yourself before you address the men.

“Go on,” you say, keeping your voice as neutral as possible, “don’t let me stop you from telling your story.” You see Jesse nod his head, but he clears his throat and decides to just change the subject completely.

“I don’t believe you.” Your voice wavers, and Rex can see the way your fists clench, to keep yourself from breaking. From working with you since the start of the war, he’s been able to tell when you’re not fine- even if you say that you are.

“(Y/N),” it’s Anakin that speaks, “if Rex says it’s possible, isn’t that enough of a reason to think he’s alive?”

“Alive?” You spat out, “how can you tell me that there’s a possibility that he’s alive?” Eyes full of fury look at the men in front of you.

“I tried,” huffing, “I tried to see if there could have been a possibility that he was alive for so long! But I never found anything. So why now? Why do you have to try and tell me he could be alive when I’ve just started believing that he’s gone?”

Both men remain silent at your confession. Rex moves closer to you and places a hand on your arm.

“Vod’ika,” he waits until you acknowledge him, “if he’s out there, we have to find him.” Nodding at his words, you wish them luck. Anakin asks you if you wanted to come, and you tell him that as much as you would like to, you have your own duties to attend to.

The truth is you don’t want to go. If he really was gone, then your life would continue the way it has been. You didn’t want to think of the possibility of Echo being alive, because you wouldn’t know how to handle the emotions that it would awaken.

As you were looking over your holopad, a knock on your door broke your concentration. Muttering for the person to come in, you see that it’s Rex. The expression on his face doesn’t answer your silent question- is Echo alive?

Rex moves to sit next to you and places his helmet next to your forgotten holopad.

“He’s alive,” those words cause your heart to beat twice as fast, and you look at Rex stunned, “but he’s not coming back.”

At those words, your heart feels like someone had plunged it into ice water. “What?” Questioning the words that Rex has said, “you just said he’s alive? What do you mean he’s not coming back?”

Rex understands your confusion, and he tells you about the mission. He hesitates before he tells you that he’s not coming back to the 501st, and that he was joining Clone Force 99.

‘Clone Force 99,’ you say, thinking to yourself. Something in your brain clicks, you’ve seen their statistics, and they’re a very impressive group of clones.

Nodding your head, you let his words sink in, barely registering Rex’s comforting shoulder squeeze before he picks up his helmet and leaves your quarters.

Sinking further into your chair, you’re floored by the emotions that pass through you- relief, shock, happiness. “He’s alive,” your words fill the space around you. It’s the only thing that is running through your brain.

Echo is alive.

Sighing, you feel like someone has pulled you away from the fog that has been surrounding you for so long. He’s alive.

But he didn’t want to come back. To his vode. Sure, he’s still with other vode, but it’s different, they aren’t the 501st. But what strikes you the most is that he didn’t come back to you.

He didn’t come back for you.

The thought makes its way through your bones and flows through your blood. Did he not love you? Did he forget about you?

No.

You were not going to let the negative thoughts take up residence in your mind or in your heart. You are not going to let the emptiness consume you again. You have spent too long living in the fog of sadness, in the depths of depression because the man you love was dead.

He’s alive, and although he might not be with you, the knowledge of him living is enough to make sure you survive this war. It has to be enough.

Over. The war was finally over. You could finally rest. Life would go back to normal again? But you don’t remember what normal is anymore, for normal had been fighting in a war. From all around you, you could hear the cheers from the men around you. A hand touches your shoulder and you look to see Anakin next to you. Smiling softly, you could see just how much the war has changed him. That, and being a father to twins would change a person as well.

Around you, you could see troopers hugging their vode. You saw Rex talking with Cody, and Obi Wan talking with Ashoka. Moving your head in the direction of his former master and former padawan, you silently give him the permission he needs to join them.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“I’ll join you in a minute Anakin.” He smiles, and you smile back, although the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, it’s still a genuine smile. A movement from the corner of your eye wipes the smile away.

Echo.

For the first time in years your eyes are seeing the man you love once more. As if he could feel your gaze on him, he turns to see you. His face mirrors you. Lips parted in shock and wide eyed. He looks different, but still the same. Once his brown eyes lock on yours, you have no idea whether to run away from him or run towards him.

Like magnets drawn to each other, the two of you are walking closer and closer to each other. Time has stopped, and there is no one in the world but the two of you. The moment he is in arms reach of you he stops.

“You’re here.” The words flow out breathlessly, and you can feel your heartbeat racing. Your hands move on their own to grasp the sides of Echo’s face. His hand instinctively moves to you pull you closer to him by the waist.

“I’m here,” he whispers into your lips before his lips finally collide with yours. Your lips move in sync, both of you trying to convey how much you love each other, how you longed for each other, and just how much you have missed each other.

Pulling away, Echo whimpers, and although your feel like you need to bring air back into your lungs, you give him one more soft kiss on his lips, before you finally catch your breath. He does the same, and you can feel his hot breath on your face.

The world slowly comes back into focus and you can hear his brothers cheering. You can hear Fives and Jesse yelling something, something that sounds slightly inappropriate, but it causes Echo to laugh. His laugh is something that you sometimes hear in your thoughts, when you focus on the happy memories, but they don’t do his actual laugh justice.

Smiling, he presses his forehead to yours, reveling in the feeling of being with you again. It’s not long before his brothers come over and hug their vod.

Stepping through the threshold of your apartment, you feel a pull on your arm, looking back at Echo, you see the hesitation in his eyes mixed with panic and fear. Squeezing his hand, his eyes focus back to yours which look back at him with so much warmth and patience, that he allows you to pull him softly through the door of your apartment.

Gently you guide him past your living room and through the hallway leading to the bedroom. Releasing his hand, you move to close the door. Turning around to face Echo, you see him looking around your room, taking in the sight of a place he spent many nights here when the two of you would have a break from fighting in a war.

“It looks the same.” Muttering more to himself than to you. Chuckling softly, you place a hand on his chest, your eyes focusing on the red skull on his armor.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Echo stiffens at your words. Looking up at his face, slightly paler than it was a moment ago, his human hand clenched in a fist at his side.

“Echo?” Moving a step back, you give him a little bit of space, “Take to me, please.”

“I, I-“ a staggered breath, “I-“ Gently, you help Echo move to sit on the bed as he tries to process his words.

“It’s okay,” Echo’s eyes look straight into yours, “if you want, we can decide who sleeps on the couch?”

“No.” His words are strong, and determination makes its way across his face. But softens at his next words, “I want to be closer to you.”

After a beat, you leave your spot on the bed, Echo whines softly, and you reassure him that you are going to change in the refresher, giving Echo a moment to himself. Placing a soft kiss to your forehead, you can tell he’s grateful for the small moment of privacy.

Exiting the refresher, you notice that Echo hasn’t moved from where he was sitting on the bed. Moving to kneel in front of him, you realize that he’s so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed you- at all. His eyes were glazed over staring straight, but not actually looking at anything.

Slowly, you placed a hand on his knee. The contact drew him out of whatever Echo was thinking about. In his eyes was a quick flash of fear before they softened at the sight of you in front of him. Rising from your spot on the floor, your hands move to glide over his shoulders. Your hands remembering where the hooks on his armor are. Instantly his hand comes to rest on top of yours.

Looking into his eyes, you softly ask, “can I remove your armor?” His eyes search your face to find any traces of bad intent against him- there isn’t any. All he can see in your face is how much you love him, how much you care for him. Trusting on the emotions displayed on your face, he lets go of the pain, the fear, and nods his head.

“Walk me through it, please?” You ask him, and he does. You follow his instructions with slow and steady hands. Your eyes taking in the sight of him- the familiar scars and new ones. Your heart clenches at the thought of what he had to go through.

You feel his hand brush against your cheek wiping away the tears that had fallen. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

Echo pulls you closer to him, his lips never leaving the top of your head. You try to pull yourself from his embrace because he should be the one being comforted, not you. But he does not let you go, instead he just holds you as close to him as he can.

“When Rex found me,” Echo stopping to take a deep breath, “he told me y’know, about you.” Feeling your back stiffen, he runs soothing circles into your back. “I never meant to hurt you like that. Believe me.”

“I just,” he sighs, “a part of me was scared.” His hand weaves into your hair. “I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore now that I’m,” his voice trails off, but you both know the word he fails to say.

Not the same.

With your head against Echo’s chest, you could hear the steady beating of his heart, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and the warmth from his body. Your words are mumbled against his chest.

“What did you say?”

“I said,” moving so your face was visible, “I don’t care.”

“I don’t care?” He repeats, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I don’t care about how you look. What I care about is you. Your heart, your kindness, the love you have for your brothers. I love how smart you are, and how loyal you are to those that you care about.”

Echo takes in a sharp breath. You pause, looking into the eyes of a man that has been broken, a man who has been slowly repairing what was broken.

“I love you.” You say, licking your lips, “and I will always love you.”

His lips crash onto yours, and your teeth clash from the force behind his kiss. Your arms hold his face towards yours. Once the need for air outweighs the need to keep kissing Echo, you move closer to the pillows at the head of the bed.

“Let’s go to bed.” Echo moves to join you, and soon he’s nestled into your arms.

“I love you,” is all that he says before he falls asleep.

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cxptain-rex · 4 years

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Yourself {Captain Rex}

pairings: rex x reader

warnings: none!

request: this was requested by @iscream4starscream, I hope you like it!

prompt: 30.“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

***

Another mission gone wrong. Rex has been seeing how he loses his brothers in the battlefield. For some reason he has had enough on this particular campaign.

The moment had been way too fast for him to comprehend. A bomb went off engulfing members of the 501st. The screams and cries piercing Rex’s ears. He winces at the noises.

Thankfully, Dogma, Tup, Kix and Hardcase were already in a transport back to the Resolute. But Rex and Jesse had stayed to make sure each trooper got in a transport to head back to the ship.

Rex watches with pain as the flames lick up the remaining corpse of his now gone brothers. He wishes he could run and save them all but he can’t. At first he has the instinct until Jesse stops him. The Arc trooper grabs his brother and hauls him away.

As a gunship picks the duo, Rex can’t help but feel somber. As he closes his eyes he senses the guilt rushing through his veins like a venom.

It should’ve been me, he thinks as a tear trickles down his cheek. Thankful for the bucket covering his tear stained face, Rex cries silently. Jesse tenses at the moment he listens to his Captain’s crying.

He grabs Rex’s hand, squeezing to assure him. “Vod” Jesse’s mumbles as the shuttle lands on the starship’s hangar. The remaining troopers flow out of the gunship leaving behind their Captain and ARC trooper. Jesse takes one last look at Rex and leaves.

The Captain sighs softly remaining composed after all he was bred for this. To fight and die for the Republic. Not to weep for fallen comrades. But my brothers Rex’s consciousness mumbles from the depths of his mind.

He shrugs the whisks of his mind as he goes to the command center, his footsteps slow and heavy. Nothing new, same as always.

The same routine. Debrief, hit the refresher, mess hall and sleep. But this time, Rex is heavy with guilty and he cannot help it.

***

After the debriefing, Rex stands amidst the mess hall. His gaze travels through the tables filled with his chattering brothers.

Instead of the usual warmth and happiness that he feels, at the moment he feels cold. Like something is missing.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you”

There it is. What he’s been missing. You.

You advance towards the blonde captain. A soft smile edges on your features. Your Y/C hair tied neatly on a hairdo. Done by Ahsoka. Your tunics blue in honor of the 501st.

Rex’s golden gaze meets yours. You stop. Sadness and guilt flows from Rex’s force signature like waves. You frown cradling your forehead, a noise of confusing erupts causing the Captain to grab you.

You search in his gaze for your Rex. For your gentle and kind lover. But a broken man stands. With pain and guilt flowing like a river bend from the cracks of his heart. “What’s wrong?” He asks leading you away from the mess hall and down to your secure quarters.

Rex knows how strong you are with the Force and it does not surprise him for you to be so reacting towards his feelings at the moment. “I can feel...so much...sadness” you say mumbling the last part dejected. The Captain closes his eyes cursing himself.

The walk to your quarters is silent and once you’re inside you push the captain towards your bed. Rex does not complain as you strip him off his armor leaving him his blacks on. You pat the mattress between your legs and he crawls over to nuzzle in your embrace. The Captain feels in peace as you sooth his pain through the force.

The atmosphere seems more at ease now, it is been days since the Jedi cruiser hasn’t received an attack. For now you can just long for this peace and bask in it as the stars pass by quickly in hyperspace. You enjoy watching the dimension pass by with Rex in your arms. It’s soothing as the blue light fills your quarters as it flows through the viewport of the ship.

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight” you mumble tracing his arms. Rex feels a punch to the gut as you say those words. He cannot help it, he wishes to fake it but he feels. And what he feels is too much for himself.

“I lost too many brothers today” he says and you understand. Rex doesn’t need to tell you everything, you understand his pain. You wrap your arms tighter around him and that’s what it takes to make the man shatter. Sobs erupt from him causing your heart to spasm painfully.

No matter what you say, it won’t change the fact of the losses he had to endure. Perhaps you can sooth his pain and make his heart believe but Rex knows. He knows.

War comes with a prize which he must be willing to pay wether he likes it or not. And that prize is that, in any given moment not only he might lose his brothers.

But he might lose you as well.

And the Captain is not ready to watch you rise and fall. Rex will fight with his last dying breath just to keep you safe and make it through the war.

***

The sobbing has died down and now Rex has fallen asleep. You lay still staring at the durasteel ceiling of your quarters. The turmoil in Rex has died down like a dying fire, you can still feel the warmth of his anger but it is low now.

The force flowing through you binds you to Rex making you feel what he feels. You can sense him wherever he is and however he feels. At the moment you can sense his sadness, something that you haven’t felt in so long. You have, but not this strong.

The only thing hanging in you is the hope. The hope of surviving the war and being able to settle down with your lover. Perhaps leaving the Order and the military but that is your life right now, you must live with it.

Each night you meditate and you feel it. You feel the balance of the force falling. Something is coming. Something that might be unstoppable. You feel how its threads wrap around you, choking you. You see the shadow over the Republic and it laughs and cackles at you. You see the darkness.

But you also see something else. Light and peace

The shadow is gone, defeated. You see the GAR in its splendid glory. The clone legions retreating from the front lines. The Jedi bringing peace once again. You see the balance in the force. Normality and you feel happiness. It is concrete and achievable.

You open your eyes from your vision to meet golden orbs. Rex stares in worry on his features but you calming him once again with the force. It ripples from you and through him. “You scared me” he says silently hugging you tighter from his position between your legs.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m here” you reassure laying a kiss on his forehead. I’m here, you call into your bond with him. Rex grasp your form tighter in hopes of feeling that sense of peace once again.

***

Author’s Note: I’m back! I’m sorry that I’ve been gone lately. I’m just very busy but! I have you guys in my mind every single day!

I hope you guys enjoy this cute Rex thing I did it’s like angst but not angst I’ll just say it’s fluff tbh. This a fix-it fic cus I don’t want to see Order 66. Screw order 66. Jaja. Anyway! Ily guys! Reblog if you enjoyed this! If you guys have any feedback let me know!

tags: @skinny-macncheese (cause I know you wanted some Rex content)

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pro-fangirls-unsocial-life · 3 years

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The Dark Side of the Full Moon (3/9) Were!Rex x Reader

A/N: Hello Everybody! Hope you enjoy this chapter! This one is pretty angsty (and so are most of the chapters going forward) so be warned. As always let me know if you want to be tagged whenever I post a new chapter of this fic!

Length: ~2100 words

Warnings: mentions of blood and brief mentions of someone getting stitches but other than that its all angst :)

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You and Cody had been running down the main road of the town toward the festival. The fastest way to the soldier’s barracks was through the main square, and the two of you were weaving through everyone as fast as you could. No one particularly noticed your rush through the festivities as people had been running around having fun for hours now. You had been holding onto Cody’s arm, helping him weave through the crowd.

You turned back to check on him, seeing if he was still alright after losing so much blood already. Then suddenly, you rammed into someone with such speed that it knocked you down. “Im so sorry!” You frantically started to get up when you saw the gloved hand that was extended to you. You took it and gazed at the figure as he helped you up.

“Well,” he crooned. “What has you moving in such a rush?”

“Admiral Tarkin! We were just, uh—”

“My, my Commander. What happened to you?”

Cody’s body stiffened instantly, his eyes going wide in fear. “Uh… I, uh—”

“He slipped on the ice,” you cut in quickly. “We were, uh, having a snowball fight when he took a nasty spill. I was taking him back to the barracks to get him fixed up.” You looked up at Tarkin, trying to make yourself look as innocent as possible.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked back and forth between you and Cody. You had one hand still firmly gripped to Cody’s arm and gave him a squeeze of reassurance. Then, an eerie grin crept its way onto Tarkins face. “Fixing an injury is no good without a proper medic my dear.” He scanned the crowd surrounding you briefly. “Soldier!” You turned to see who he was calling to, and saw that Kix, Cody and Rex’s younger brother, had started making his way over to the three of you.

“Sir?” He gave Tarkin a salute before turning to you and giving you a small smile. When his eyes wandered past you, they widened when they reached Cody’s face, concern making its way onto his features. “Cody? What happened to you?”

Tarkin cleared his throat and Kix turned back to face him, coming to attention as he did. “Medic, accompany these two to the barracks. It seems the Commander had too much to drink tonight.�� He smiled smugly and you saw that Cody had lowered his head in the corner of your eye.

Kix’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Tarkins statement before he forced himself back to a neutral expression. “Yes sir.” He looked to you and motioned for you to lead the way.

“You should be careful in the light of the full moon my dear,” Tarkin hissed out before you walked away. He looked back at Cody and then to you. “Even the people that you know best can have their worst qualities revealed in its glow.”

You blinked at the smug look on Tarkins face before quickly turning away. You began walking at a normal pace as you slightly glanced back over your shoulder at Tarkin. He kept his eyes on the three of you until you rounded the corner that led to the barrack’s, a distrusting look on his face the entire time.

As soon as you were sure that he could not see you anymore, you and Cody started sprinting toward Wolffe’s private quarters.

“Woah! Hey!” Kix started running after the two of you, panic in his voice. “What are you two—”

You threw a look over your shoulder. “We’ll explain later Kix!”

“You can’t just run off with an injury like that Cody!”

“Shut up Kix,” Cody snapped over his shoulder. “Just follow us and I promise I’ll hold still for you later!”

You ran to the end of the officer’s hall, and stopped in front of Wolffe’s door, Cody skidding to a stop right next to you. He then started pounding on the thick wood as Kix came up behind the two of you, panting for breath.

“Come on Wolffe,” you heard Cody mutter under his breath as he kept pounding on the door.

You began to hear movement inside as Cody kept harshly beating on the door. A muffled voice came through the thick wood. “Sinker! I told you not to wake me up until two hours after the sun had gone down! Now what do you—” The door burst open and he stopped once he saw Cody standing there with blood running down his face. Wolffe’s face morphing from annoyed to concerned.

Cody was still panting from running for so long. “Wolffe,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s Rex.”

Wolffe immediately stepped to the side to let the three of you in. Motioning toward one of the cupboards in the room once he saw Kix. “There’s a med-kit in there.”

Kix went over to the cupboard as you sat Cody down on Wolffes bed.

Wolffe closed the door and turned around, crossing his arms in front of him. “What happened?” His voice was low and commanding. His hair still ruffled from sleep and the cloth covering his eye slightly askew. He stared at you and Cody as he waited for your answer.

Cody looked up at his brother as he put the right side of his face into his hand. He looked back down at the floor. “I… I messed up vod,” he forced out with his voice breaking. “I thought… I thought that I could fix it. Make everything right before anyone found out.” As he spoke his voice kept creeping up in volume as he kept getting more and more upset. “I… I just wanted to protect him! I never meant for anything bad to happen! I didn’t—"

“What. Happened.” Wolffe’s voice was more forceful as he tried to reach through the wall of emotions that was building up around Cody.

Cody tilted his head back up to look at his brother as Kix waked over with the med-kit. Tears started slowly falling from Cody’s eyes and Kix froze in place, staring at his older brother as shock washed over his face. He had never seen Cody like this.

You put your hand on Cody’s shoulder and looked at Wolffe. “It… It’s Rex.” Wolffe’s head snapped to look at you, his face unreadable as his eye scanned over you. “He… He’s changed.” You glace back at Cody before looking back at Wolffe.

“Changed? Changed how?” Wolffe motioned from Kix to Cody, snapping Kix out of his daze. He walked over and turned Cody’s head toward him as he started gently cleaning the wound on Cody’s face.

You swallowed and tried to strengthen your voice. “He… changed into something.”

“Changed into what?” Wolffes voice thundered throughout the room, his desire to protect his little brother growing into rage for the one who did anything to him.

You flinched back as fear washed over you once again as you remembered the figure that had towered over you with bloodlust in its eyes. Kix momentarily stopped his actions as he eagerly looked at you to answer. “He,” you swallowed and cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the unsteadiness of your voice. “He turned into a werewolf,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kix’s eyebrows shot up as his head snapped to look at Wolffe. Wolffe’s expression stayed the same as he looked at you.

“That’s not possible,” he said forcefully. “Tell me the truth,” he said as he took a step toward you.

You shrunk down in fear as you brought your hands up in front of you, your palms facing Wolffe. “I swear! I swear it’s true,” you said, fear creeping back into your voice.

“Its. Not. Possible,” Wolffe barked as he took another step toward you. “What happened to Rex?” His voice was getting louder and his anger began to wash over his face.

“It is true Wolffe…” Cody’s voice was broken and barely over a whisper. Both Wolffe and Kix whipped their heads toward Cody. “She’s telling the truth vod…” Cody was hunched over, his posture that of someone who had been beaten down over the course of a lifetime.

Kix blinked as his head darted between you and Cody. “What? But… How?”

Cody shook his head as he continued to stare at the floor. “I don’t know.” You heard him take a stuttered breath before he continued. “I just know that it stared when we came back from our mission to the outer territories.”

Kix looked back at Wolffe who stood in the center of the room, motionless. His arms had come down to his side and his face held a shocked expression. When his eye looked over at Kix, he shook his head, clearing his head of disbelief before he motioned back to Cody. Kix looked back at Cody, before reaching down to grab the things he would need to stitch up the wound.

Wolffe cleared his throat before crossing his arms over his chest again. “So, what? You’ve just been dealing with it since you got back?”

“Yes…” Cody’s voice was so low, that you could barely hear it over the sound of the crackling fire.

Wolffe’s face softened slightly when he saw how defeated and tired his brother looked as Kix began to stich up his face. “Cody,” Wolffe hummed out. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped the two of you.”

Cody looked up at Wolffe through teary eyes before turning his gaze back to the floor. Realization swept over Wolffes face as he looked between you and Cody. He turned to you. “Did you know,” he said with a twinge of desperation in his voice.

You felt your eyes begin to well up with tears. “No,” you croaked out.

Wolffe looked back at Cody. “Did Rex?”

There was a beat of silence before Cody slowly shook his head. Kix had stopped looking through the bag for a wrap for a moment as he turned his head up to look at Wolffe.

“Oh Cody,” Wolffe said, sadness for his brothers creeping into his voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Cody winced slightly as Kix began wrapping his face. “The more that knew,” his voice cracked as he took a breath in, “the harder it would be to keep secret. I didn’t want anything to happen to him if the wrong people found out.”

Kix had just finished wrapping Cody’s face, before he let out a choked sob. “So… So you’ve been going through all of this alone?” Cody nodded. “Well... Do you know how to fix it?”

Cody took a deep breath and shook his head. “I’ve tried everything that I can think of up to this point. I’ve read through every piece of information in the castle library. I’ve asked General Kenobi about it, saying that I had heard rumors and was curious. I… I didn’t want to come to you if I could think of something else.” Cody looked up at Wolffe before standing up. “I knew that you would be against my last idea,” he said his voice growing quieter.

Wolffe looked at Cody with hesitation. “What is it?”

Cody swallowed and looked at the ground before turning his eyes back to meet Wolffe’s. “Werewolves are magical creatures,” he said quietly before clearing his throat. “And you, are the only one of us who knows where a witch lives.”

Wolffe stumbled back in surprise. “No. Absolutely not. I am not putting the fate of my little brother in the hands of someone like her.” Wolffe took a step back and ran his hand though his hair. “Kix and I know now! We can just help you until we find a solution!”

“Wolffe,” Cody said putting his hand on Wolffe’s arm to steady him. “Rex got away. He’s out in the woods somewhere.” Cody looked down at the floor in shame before looking back at his brother. “Wolffe please. I don’t know what will happen to him if we don’t help him.” Cody let go of Wolffe’s arm and Wolffe turned his head away, thinking it over in his mind. “Wolffe please… It’s for Rex”

Wolffe looked back at Cody and closed his eye as he took a deep breath. “Alright.” He looked back at Cody with determination. “Alright. For Rex,” he said with a nod.

He looked over at you before beginning to put on his coat. “I’ll take you and Y/N to her.”

Kix stood up. “What about me? What should I do?”

You stood up and walked over toward the door as you looked at Kix. “Go back to the festival and watch Tarkin. I think he suspected something when he sent you with us. Make sure he does not go anywhere.”

Kix nodded at you and then his brothers. “Hey,” he said, concern making its way into his voice. “Be safe. And take care of Rex.”

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

“Ready,” Wolffe questioned as he opened the door. Everyone nodded and then left the warm room to venture out into the freezing night.

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big1ron · 4 years

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The Venator “Resolute” had jumped right into a separatist trap. Somehow a virus infecting the main computer has scrambled the hyperspace jump coordinates, and now the companies on board were outnumbered and without reinforcements, deep in separatist space. A few last, desperate SOSs to nobody, and the ship was quickly overwhelmed with fire. The Resolute was going down. But not before each of the escape pods could be jettisoned.

————- Chapter Two: Bad Things -—————

Dogma shot the droid and tackled Jesse just a second to late, and took the bolt himself

The pain in his left side (and a little across his back) was searing. He was still breathing though, it missed anything vital. Just grazed him. He was rolled off the arc trooper to the side as the blasterfire didn’t pause for a second even though his own shot had destroyed its target. The fire didn’t last for more than a minute though, as the arc trooper disarmed and destroyed two of the droids with ease, and the medic took the last one.

That was pathetic, he couldn’t even get back up afterwards. He had taken worse than this, so why did it hurt so badly? He could barely hear what Jesse was saying, almost didn’t notice coric appear beside him.

“You di’kut! That hurt you far worse than it would have hurt me, what were you thinking!”

Right. Arc trooper. Thicker chest plate means the bolt wouldn’t have hurt him that badly

“S-sorry sir.”

Coric removed Dogmas helmet and jabbed a painkillers hypo into his neck “that was a sniper bolt, high powered. But it missed anything vital, you’ll live” Quickly moves to remove the chest plate before being stopped by Jesse

“Leave it coric”

“Jesse I dont care how much you hate him if-“

“I said leave it! This isn’t about my feelings for him. Maybe I hate him a little but he’s still my brother and I don’t want him to suffer. But we just encountered commando droids and that means there could be more around. It’s not vital you treat that but If you remove his chest plate to treat that and he gets shot again, you would be dealing with something much worse. So let’s move!”

“I- sir yes sir.”

“Kix you doing okay there buddy?” Echo turns back from the head of the group to look at kix, who is leaning much more heavily on rex now. Rex had chosen the right tunnel, they were now on the surface walking through the forest.

“I hate you... soo much echo. Plea’slow down...” they couldn’t have been walking more than a few hours but Kix looked absolutely exhausted. And he had been tripped by echo a few times now.

“I do too Kix, I do too. Echo, he’s right we should stop here for a little while, you two need some rest. DON’T annoy him in his sleep please.“

Echo takes Kix from Rex and is glared at before he can drop him. “Oh come on. Neither of you hate me, and Rex I know I’m your favourite.”

“My favourite’s Fives”

Echo gasps, offended “you take that back”

“You’re all rex’ favourite ok? Can I plea’sleep now?” Echo sighs in apparent defeat. The two settle down against a tree and once rex is sure they’re both asleep he begins watch.

Rex paces the parameter and looks back at the two vode, sleeping together. He smiles softly. They really are cute when they aren’t trying to annoy each other, or him. On the farthest corner of his loop though he hears something drop down from the trees between him and the other two. Commando droids.

They were completely unseen in the night, with their eyes not glowing like they should. They did now though, and he was surrounded as three appeared behind him. Rex immediately turn to the one centred behind him and blasts it to smithereens, diving over it and rolling to escape the others blasts. He runs in the opposite direction to echo and Kix to lure the droids away.

All four droids fall for it, they must not have noticed the two. The captain stops dead in his tracks and elbows the nearest droid in the face and shoots it with his free hand. He then throws that droid into another, knocking it over and deactivating both. He shoots a third down and has a mini heart attack when he can’t find the fourth. Is almost relieved when it springs on him from a nearby bush. He wrestles with it on the ground until he can grab his dropped blaster, and shoot it.

Rex gets up and dusts himself off. Now he just needs to get back and... which direction did he come from...?

“ECHO! KIX? WHERE ARE YOU TWO” he called but either they were to far to hear him or were to asleep to hear him.

“- But thats way to risky! There are three of us hardcase, we will be killed!”

“It’s either that or we get used to this place cause we aren’t leaving”

“There are other ways than storming into a separatist base, think with your head for once!”

“Oh don’t start that up again. I’m thinking perfectly fine, just cause your an arc trooper doesn’t make you any smarter than me”

“Yeah well maybe it gives me a little more common-

“will you two stop arguing already!?”

Hardcase and Fives both stop bickering to look at Tup. It’s the first time either of them has stopped bickering in the last few hours.

“Stop yelling at each other, it’s getting nowhere. I know you both want what’s best for the squad but you can do that without screaming at each other! Fives I know you’re and arc trooper and hardcase I know you have seniority, and I know you have conflicting ideas and opinions but following the structure of command we have to listen to fives.”

The three were walking in a single file line across a thin out pass on the side of a cliff face, heading for the summit. Fives first plan. Get a vantage point. Tups speach shut the two of them up for a little, but not long, as they started fighting again as hardcase questioned who has been put in charge by Rex more often. They didn’t hear him yelp when the rocks fell out from beneath him. He was send skidding all the way back down to the base of the cliff, which had had to have been a few hundred feet at least. He tried to grab at rocks, branches, anything he could to slow his fall but all he did was send himself rolling instead of sliding.

He landed on the ground with a thud. His head was spinning and he hardly had time to even register what had happened. He let himself lay splayed in the ground for a second before mentally checking himself over. His hair tie had snapped sometime during the fall and he would definitely be bruised in quite a few places but nothing felt broken. He pulled himself to his feet and looked back up to where they were. He couldn’t see fives or hardcase “GUYS! FIVES, HARDCASE!” He called “IM DOWN HERE!”

No response. Great. Ok. Nice.

Tup scooped up his blaster and began to search for another way up the cliff.

“HARDCASE WE LOST TUP”

“WHAT”

“HES GONE”

“HOW COULD YOU LOSE TUP!?”

“HEY I didn’t lose anyone. He just disappeared!!”

“Well where could he have gone?!”

Both turn and look down and look to eachother before fives has to grab hardcase to stop him flinging himself off the cliff

Jesse still has one pistol drawn and is on guard as his group moves down the path. Dogma had been even more quiet then later but coric assumed that was to hide the pain. Coric would keep an eye on him, he wouldn’t tell him whenever the painkillers wore off. That’s something he knew about dogma. Dogma wasn’t paying attention and tripped in some kind of animal burrow. He w t down with a small noise of distress. Coric stopped and waited for him to get up, Jesse didn’t. Dogma caught back up to the group, but the limp was noticeable. Jesse only rolled his eyes.

“Hey are you alright?” Coric asked, as if he expected any answer other than ‘fine.’

“I’m alright, doesn’t matter.”

Close enough. He kept an eye on him and the limp didn’t go away for 10 minutes so he decided to intervene.

“Hey Jesse, let’s stop. I want to check over dogma again. He’s limping”

“I’m fine coric it’s-“

Ah there it is. The ‘I’m fine’ he’s so used to hearing.

“Listen kid when a medic tells you something you listen. We’ll stop. Coric, make this as quick as possible though.”

Of course, Kix was also a medic. Jesse is just as bad as the rest of them but he’s probably heard these PSAs more than anyone.

Coric held up the medisensor and sighed

“It’s sprained. He really shouldn’t be walking on it. I won’t be able to treat it properly until we get back.”

“What? No, I can walk fine. I was just doing so, wasn’t I? Let’s get going again”

“No, you think you’re fine. If coric says you can’t, I guess you can’t.” Jesse sighs and turns to coric “I guess I’ll carry him. We can’t leave him here, and you’ve got the medpack.”

Coric’s honestly a little surprised Jesse agreed, but then he feels a little bad for underestimating Jesse. But then again he gets the feeling Jesse may actually just be playing four dimensional petty chess as well.

Having acquired Ahsoka a second bike, the two Jedi were surveying the planet right until the crack of dawn when

“Master am I crazy or do you feel what I feel?”

Anakin’s bike skids to a stop in front of a trooper laying face down in the dirt, as if that’s right where he fell

“Whatcha doing Rex? Trying to become a landform?”

The captain pulls his arms underneath him and gets up. He is almost tackled right back to the ground as he’s tackle hugged from behind. Luckily he’s caught (and also hugged from the front) by anakin.

“We missed you Rex! I was afraid you were shot down! I’m so glad you’re alive...” said ahsoka

“It’s great to see you two, sirs. But I don’t know how much longer I’ll be alive if you keep crushing me”

“Now ahsoka, please don’t kill our poor captain. He looks like he’s had a long day.” He pulls away from Rex and ahsoka does the same. “So Rex, we only have two speeders, so who do you want to ride with?”

“Uhh...” he weighed his options. On the one hand- to long. Both Jedi got that glint in their eye that meant competition and both grabbed at rex at once. Anakin pulled him towards himself before ahsoka could lay a hand on the captain.

“Alright captain, you’re riding with me. Hold on.”

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beach please

pairing: rex / reader / cody

word count: 6166

summary: once the war ended, you retreated to scarif for much-needed time to recenter yourself. rex and cody worry when you don’t answer your comms for days and leave coruscant to find you, fearing the worst. turns out you’ve just been drinking and partying, now sporting two new tattoos.

a/n: the self-created duke of scarif is jimmy buffett & i was inspired by his song “margaritaville” & “beach please” by kevin fowler.

canon changes: everyone listened to fives abt the chips & palps was discovered to be a sith lord. the clones were given human rights, a generously low locked-in rent if they lived on coruscant, and as much back pay as the republic could afford (not much but better than nothing).

“master y/l/n, there’s still so much to be done-”

“and you can have someone else do it. you must not be capable of recognizing the importance of reevaluating the way we interpret the code, or else this conversation wouldn’t be occurring.”

obi-wan blanched at the barely tamed fury radiating from your force signature. this was the second time in less than a year that he felt something so raging from your force signature, the time before this meeting being the aftermath of umbara. before the nightmare that was the siege on the shadow planet, it had been decades since you were angry enough about something to raise your voice to the council. it took a very great transgression to ignite your anger into something scathing and this meeting was doing exactly that.

the council was meeting to discuss the senate’s plans to have the jedi spearhead efforts to repair the galaxy and quell the revolts in areas that still wanted to continue the war. palpatine was manipulating both sides and if it weren’t for fives and kix, the republic would have been none the wiser when chancellor palpatine executed the order to have the clones murder their jedi.

“how are we going to guide the galaxy through the changing times if we’re unable to reevaluate our own beliefs and how the war impacted them? so many of our padawans were raised in this war, far different than how they should have been brought up.” your mind drifted to ahsoka and late-night conversations spent trying to make sense of the reality of war and how she’d been nothing but a soldier since she left the temple at fourteen. “the senate is not our responsibility nor our lead authority. we were their pawns once and despite seeing the consequences on geonosis, we let ourselves get wrapped in politics. think of what we lost because of it.”

eeth koth was deeply disturbed by your entire demeanor as well as the words spilling from your lips. if there was ever a jedi that made you want to leave the order, he’d be it. douchebag. “our duty is to the galaxy, to maintain peace! you can’t expect us to sit back and do nothing when people are struggling!”

obi-wan shared your sentiment but strived for more unity than polarization within the meeting. “but aren’t we struggling just as much as the rest of the galaxy? time must be allotted for us to heal the wounds of war before we’ll be able to successfully help others that are suffering, if that’s what’s agreed upon.” a few jedi nodded their agreement, masters plo and gallia among them. shaak looks close to being convinced but seems to still be hesitant to comment on her opinion.

“in order to help the galaxy, we must help ourselves. our emotions must be looked into with more than just the intent to throw them away at a moment’s notice. knowing why we feel the things we do can help us with far more than just our connection to the force.”

this was an idea that obi-wan has spent many years struggling with but it took the end of the war to guide him into believing that emotions aren’t the enemy, it’s how they’re utilized that counts. he explained this concept to his fellow council members and it was a sentiment you agreed with immensely.

saese scoffs at the mere idea of doing more with emotions besides dispelling them into the force. “that sounds a lot like allowing your emotions to cloud your judgement, master kenobi, something your lineage is quite popular for-” oh he crossed the line. saese was not about to talk shit about your creche mate and closest friend or his lineage and get away with it.

“no need to pardon my language, master, but it sounds a lot like you’re allowing your own emotional shortcomings and the bantha fodder you call intelligence to cloud your judgement.”

even mace was stunned at the verbal jab that came from your seat. kit had been mid-drink and it took him several seconds to recover from the way he choked on his water. you were normally calm and collected, a voice of reason amid the chaos. this time, however, you were at your limit. this was your cue to leave.

mace spoke up as you neared the door. “y/l/n, where do you think you’re going?”

“i’m going to heal and allow myself to enjoy the peace we gave nearly everything to obtain. if you want to join me, feel free to let me know.”

your robes billowed out behind you as the council meeting dissolved into chaos. you were convinced that if your seat was close enough to master yoda’s that you’d be sporting a few new gimer stick bruises. thank the force for the little things.

later that evening, you boarded your personal ship and set the coordinates for scarif. that was the perfect place to go as a jedi that didn’t want to be found by anyone that they didn’t fully trust. who would think to find a monk on a planet filled with booze, sex, and other carnal pleasures? a few comms were sent telling the recipients that you were going on vacation and to call if you were needed, giving them a new private commlink and vague hints at where you’d be.

scarif, here i come.

“she hasn’t commed us in nearly a week! what reason is there to not worry?”

“rex, she would have called us if there was something wrong.”

“you know as well as i do that there are still radical seppies trying to keep the war going. the kidnapping of a jedi would surely be cause to fight!”

cody sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. he conceded that you ignoring their comms was highly unusual, yes, but you weren’t the type to throw yourself heedlessly into danger like some of the other jetti they knew (cough cough, skywalker and kenobi). “no one in their right mind is going to think to look for a jedi on scarif, the place is too carefree and without a permanent stuck up its shebs.”

rex knew there was a valid point to the statement. he vaguely recollects general kenobi’s mild yet humorous complaints about the “uncivilized, booze-blooded” inhabitants of the beach planet. general skywalker’s only problem with scarif, it seems, was the fact there was sand nearly everywhere, the drunks and constant parties posing no issue to the younger jedi. the reason for his disdain of sand was never expanded upon.

“i’m still going to look for her, feel free to come with.” they were free men who had no one to report to, no one telling them where they could go or when to eat and sleep, so of course rex was going to look for you. with this newfound freedom cody and rex moved into a middle-level apartment together, nothing too fancy but quite a contrast to their former living spaces under the gar.

rex chose to join the police force on coruscant and quickly climbed the ranks, excelling in every task thrown at him. he was a force to be reckoned with, crime rates dropping rapidly within his first month.

cody hasn’t made a new career choice yet, the commander still trying to find his own path. he had tried his hand on the police force but he quickly realized it wasn’t his cup of tea and left rex to it. he’s helping with groceries and other living costs with his back pay despite rex’s protests for him to put it to better use (what better use is there for credits than helping you survive day to day? that’s what they’re made for).

they were given a ship by general skywalker -anakin, rex’s mind supplied; he had corrected them many times about not using the rank- that the man had modified himself because he “wouldn’t want any friends of mine flying around the galaxy in a piece of junk.” apparently any sort of ship/speeder/droid/anything not built and/or modified by the man was inferior in nearly every imaginable way. it was a kind and meaningful gesture that anakin was willing to go to such lengths to protect them, no matter how unnecessary. the war was over after all, there was no need to have blaster attachments on their civilian speeder.

“like i’m gonna leave you to your own devices, di’kut. of course i’m going with.”

“you better hurry and pack, i’m planning on leaving no later than 1800.”

sitting in the reclined beach chair with two margaritas, you haven’t enjoyed yourself this much in a long time. the togrutan brother and sister you met soon after your arrival had become dear friends in your two months on scarif, the three of you becoming a trio commonly seen hitting the best parties all over the planet. miek wasn’t as much of a party animal in comparison to his sister briel who was known for her wild drunken antics.

you had been there and lived in your small ship for a total of two days before they offered you a place with them. no one lived alone on scarif, they said, and it would be wrong to let you continue to be deprived of the peace the waters brought when it was lulling you to sleep.

meeting the duke of scarif during your first week planetside was quite an exhilarating experience, to put it briefly. duke buffett was an older man with hair as white as the sands he loved to party on day and night, one hand perpetually occupied by a drink and a guitar strapped to his back. he was known to play and sing during the parties he attended, his carefree attitude evident in his voice.

although no one would have guessed by looking at him, he was a fierce conservationist who would either have his guards fight anyone caught littering or, if drunk enough, would fight them himself. you’ve held him back a time or two when he clearly wasn’t in shape to do said fighting and helped ease the situation back to a fun normal.

now you weren’t a heavy drinker by any means, but your tolerance was better than most because of your connection to the force. this made you a favorite drinking buddy to many of the planet’s permanent inhabitants and tourists. of these numbers was the duke himself whom you would sometimes humor by opening drinks with your lightsaber. it was a splendid game that won you diplomatic immunity (apparently he can do that) on the planet after two weeks of jedi party tricks and fight-preventing.

time had become even more of a social construct than you had believed it to be before the war. there were parties going on at all hours of the day and night and the concept of solitude was forgotten. everyone here extended a hand to each other, friend or not-yet friend (there were no strangers on scarif, just friends you haven’t made yet). what little pain felt was carried by all until it was so faint that it seemed to heal itself. the waters healed, you had no doubt in your mind.

the sun was high in the sky when the ship landed next to yours behind your current residence. you were, of course, not home to know where it landed but you did see said ship flying overhead as you relaxed on a blanket next to briel and miek. maybe they were lost, but you had confidence that someone on the island would help them in what they need. this was the way of scarif, after all.

you were distracted by the drinks in both of your hands, alternating sips between the two. you were outfitted in a flowy summer dress that had ridden up a smidge too high while you were lounging on a reclined beach chair. briel was rubbing - lotion? sunscreen? - something on your exposed thighs as you relaxed, enjoying the way the breeze felt on the moisturized skin.

this was the best decision you’ve ever made, coming to scarif. eventually you were going to leave, yeah, but that was a problem for future you. for now, you were going to enjoy the endless sunshine and copious amounts of alcohol that aided in your relaxation.

they had seen the docking bay protruding into the sky like a gundark among loth-cats and decided instantly that you weren’t going to be there. you had told them ages ago that the vibes (you used that word a lot to describe force things to them) that came from industrial buildings bothered you terribly. something along the lines of wearing on your psyche, if they remembered correctly. instead, they flew a little lower than they probably should have to search the ground for where you landed your ship.

it took longer than they would have liked it to, but your ship was eventually found behind a medium-sized hut not too far from one of the many beaches. cody found just the right angle to land next to it and not hurt either shuttle, not trusting rex to touch the controls (his vod was a terrible pilot).

both men decided that even if scarif was a peaceful planet, they still didn’t know what to expect, so they equipped themselves with their blasters and lower armor before leaving their ship. first order of business: check to see if you were in your ship. if you weren’t, they could cross that bridge when they got there.

just as they were beginning to open the ramp, a man emerged from the hut and began to storm their way. he was togrutan, with yellow skin and lavender stripes on his lekku and montrals.

“hey! you two! what’s your business with that shuttle?” he sounded like he was ready to fight them about the ship, which worried the brothers, but he slowed his advance when he noticed the two blasters pointed in his direction. good, this guy wasn’t a complete di’kut.

cody was the first to lower his weapon, quick to take the diplomatic approach. rex followed suit but didn’t soften the intimidating stare he threw at the man. there was a reason your ship was there and they were going to stop at nothing to find out why. “we’re looking for a friend of ours, she hasn’t answered our comms in over a week and we were worried, it isn’t like her to not reply. last we talked to her she was here on scarif.”

the togrutan paused for a moment, inspecting the appearances of the men (clones, his mind told him, the telltale armor and near identical faces hiding nothing) in front of him.

the blond had an air of confidence about him, an almost dangerous sort of confidence. his armor was painted with a shade of blue that was pleasantly similar to the waters he just returned from, pieces of it chipped from what he supposed were rough times in battle. his jaw was set, hand hovering above where he holstered his weapon seconds before.

he didn’t appear to be bloodthirsty, just protective; who he wanted to protect, however, was still a mystery. there was a passion in his eyes that wasn’t even mildly held back. he seemed to be skilled in channeling that passion into his every thought, every action. with a note to himself to not get on this man’s bad side, he switched his focus on the blond’s companion.

miek’s gaze shifted to the other clone and quickly decided that he liked this one better. there was an extremely intimidating scar along the side of his face, yet this one seemed far less willing to shoot him on sight. he still has a grit and presence about him that told miek that this one wouldn’t hesitate to fuck your shit up if need be, but he had tact (thank the stars one of the clones had a sense of discretion).

he could tell that this one had some sort of authority over the blond, clearly serving as a high percentage of the other’s common sense. miek’s mind, after analyzing the men thoroughly, gives names for the men before they introduce themselves. “you must be the famed rex and cody! come, i’ll take you to the shoreline!”

he gestured for them to follow him and was genuinely shocked when instead of doing as he suggested, he was tackled to the ground. miek spit away everything that had gotten into his mouth, unable to move when one of the men pinned him down. this was officially miek’s worst day in over a decade.

he caught a glimpse of marigold stripes on leg armor just over his shoulder, confirming the identity of the man on top of him as rex. “how do you know our names?!” rex’s voice sent a shiver down miek’s spine (the blaster against his back also helped in that), and the togrutan reaffirmed his choice in his favorite clone: not rex.

“i’ve heard stories about you two! from y/n! i’m assuming you’re here about y/n, right?” the blaster was removed from his back and a little bit of the weight was taken off him. he must be saying something right. “she’s been staying with my sister and i, and i promise you she’s perfectly safe!” rex moves his weight completely off him now, allowing miek to stand back up but not move more than a few feet away from him.

“where is she?” cody’s voice was hauntingly low, nothing about him betraying his tension except for the hard glare felt like lasers. he had the same desire, same yearning to protect someone - that someone miek now knew was you - and it burned brighter than a hundred suns.

“last i saw her was thirty minutes ago on the shore with briel, my sister. i can take you to them if you would kindly not threaten to shoot me again. my name is miek, and i would say it was a pleasure to meet you both but then i’d be making myself a liar.” he had no idea where that bit of snark at the end came from but it seemed to sway the clones to his favor. why it did, he had no clue, but at least he wasn’t getting shot.

they walked silently for a few minutes, the two troopers beginning to slightly admire the view while keeping eyes on miek. it was a beautiful planet, there was no denying that. you were surely enjoying yourself in the sunshine, always finding a little bit of time to bask in the nature of whatever planet you ended up on during the war.

it was strange to cody, not feeling eyes on him as he walked with rex on the beach. when he would accompany general ke- obi-wan on trips to the temple or into the streets of coruscant, he constantly felt the eyes of many on him. they would be expressing curiosity, shock, disdain, or something in between, and cody could feel every bit of it. here, it seemed, no one cared that he was a clone. no one was leering at him for walking too close to them or for just breathing the same air as them. cody was blissfully able to blend with the people here and he loved it.

he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when miek had come to a stop in front of a small cluster of reclinable chairs. a large umbrella provided the area with a patch of shade and a smidge of reprieve from the sun’s blistering heat.

“see? she’s perfectly fine.” miek’s voice broke their precious silence. “i’m assuming you both can find your own way back to your ship, so i’ll be headed off.” miek left them quite quickly and rex guessed (with a bit more amusement than was warranted) that it was because he nearly shot the man on more than one occasion minutes earlier.

“cody! rex! when did you two get here?”

a familiar voice drew their attention and it took them a second longer than it should have for them to realize that yes, you were the one lounging in front of them as if it’s all you’ve ever done in your life. you were extremely relaxed and your posture conveyed your state perfectly, two margaritas perched in loose hands, both half-empty. an ivory summer dress flowed loosely around you, the front hiked a bit too high for the men to keep their imaginations under control. that wasn’t even acknowledging the neckline of your dress (or lack thereof) that made their throats a bit dry and minds slip into the gutter.

rex and cody cleared their heads after indulging the images for a second, the latter clearing his throat before replying, “just a few minutes ago. you haven’t answered our comms in over a week. rex had the idea to come and visit to see how you were doing, so here we are.”

that was really sweet of them to check up on you, you thought with a smile. you felt a bit guilty about not answering their comms. normally you were careful to reply to theirs and every other message you received soon after getting it, but as stated earlier, time has become a social construct that didn’t really matter while on scarif. you gestured for them to sit, and they took the open chair to your left. they didn’t bother laying back, just sitting shoulder to shoulder in the same chair with their eyes on you.

offering them both half-drank margaritas was a subconscious action on your part that surprised you. what shocked you even more was the fact they accepted the drinks with soft, fond smiles. kriff you missed them, how you’ve been able to go this long without seeing them was beyond you.

you smiled warmly as you introduced your boys to briel, who was smirking a bit too widely than would be deemed safe (you didn’t notice this, seeing as you were too busy drinking in the sight of your boys and the way the sunlight made their eyes glow). her eyes drifted to your thighs as she put in very little effort to hide a laugh. dark clone trooper eyes decided to see what was so amusing to the togruta, and they choked on whatever words they were contemplating.

on your thighs were rex and cody, left and right respectively. or, more accurately, on your thighs were six-inch tattoos of rex and cody.

both men were in quite show-offy poses, appearing to have the intent to make them look like pin-ups. the lower half of their armor was equipped but they were shirtless, faint details of scars and sweat appearing to glisten in imaginary sunlight.

cody’s face was set in a smolder the likes of which would send half the women in the galaxy into puddles at the commander’s feet. his dc-15a was held aloft in his right hand while his left arm was holding his helmet in place in the crook of his hip. his left foot was stepping on a small heap of droids which brought his knee up a bit, and he was facing the inked rex on the opposite thigh.

rex’s wild smile could catch the soggiest piece of kindling alight with the allure and charm it held. his eyes were sparkling with a pleasant mirth not often seen in the man. both hands wielded his trusted dc-17’s, the right blaster pointed at the droids under cody’s foot while the left was pointed in the air, blaster bolts coming out of both. his helmet was under his right foot, jaig eyes almost peering into your soul and welding marks visible from his customization of the phase 2 helmet.

commander and captain are both beginning to flush at the art in front of them. they were flattered to see drawings of themselves look so dashing, and seeing it on your body roused feelings they had spent years repressing. their biggest question now was whether their likenesses on your body translated into something more on your end.

“nice to finally meet my friend’s muses,” briel quips, “it’s hard to get her to talk about something that isn’t you two when she’s plastered.” she pauses a moment, thinking of her next words and chuckling to herself. “she’s barely spent three consecutive days completely sober since she got here, which means that you two are almost all she talks about.”

this deepened the heat in their cheeks as you playfully swatted at briel’s shoulder. “that is not true!” a moment of silence. “wait, what day is it? that miiiight make a difference.”

rex chortles at the admission. “glad to see you enjoying yourself, cyare. but kix would be enraged to hear that you’ve been drinking nearly every day for two months, and we can’t exactly blame him.” he grinned as he took an experimental sip of the drink you gave him. it was stronger than he expected, but it had an underlying sweetness not often found in margaritas. he liked it.

sitting up, your dress covered your ink as you expertly drank from the margarita in cody’s hand while he still held it. the commander sent you a soft glare, wondering why you didn’t just get a new drink but enjoying the moment nonetheless. “kix shmix, his face isn’t on my thigh so i don’t really care what he has to say right now.” you lean toward cody and rex before whispering, “you didn’t bring him, did you?”

all three of them guffawed at the question, you joining their laughter solely because of how happy the joy radiating from your boys’ force signatures made you.

calling them your boys had become second nature after mere months of fighting beside them. you spent an inane amount of time with them during planning and actual combat, and were just as much their general as their actual generals were (despite you not carrying the honorific). any free time was spent with one or the other if available, but if they were both occupied you would make your way toward the barracks and join a few games of sabacc.

there were nights you’d spend in the barracks with either battalion (depends on which group you were assigned to at the time) and be welcomed there as if you were a fellow clone. they taught you to play sabacc and you enjoyed playing with them despite the fact you had the most rotten luck with the game.

winning didn’t carry any weight when you were able to spend time with rex and cody, shamelessly basking in the way they always seemed to have some sort of physical contact with you every moment possible. when rex and/or cody returned from whatever responsibilities held them earlier, the men were quick to relinquish them a seat next to you with a sly grin.

their vode noticed the affection shared for the jedi on sabacc night number two and didn’t hesitate to spread word of it around to the rest of their battalions and beyond. on the nights you accompanied them on trips to 79’s, men under rex and cody both (read: fives and boil) made sure that the rest of their brothers and the occasional civvie knew that you three were off-limits to anyone but each other. you were their jetti & they were your captain and commander, no one would get between that even if it wasn’t decided among those in question.

“nah, he’s kept his head in his work. he just got his civvie medical license, started his own private practice on naboo.” rex was extremely happy for his brother, although it was strange to not see him nearly every day. it took a while before he was used to the lack of vode around him at all moments, but cody has been a massive help with that transition.

cody nodded before adding onto his brother’s statement. “and besides, we’re not that cruel, cyar’ika.” you grinned at the endearing tone, choosing that moment to snag another drink from the glass in cody’s hand. he swatted at your hand gently but didn’t put up a fight otherwise, just smiling at how carefree you’d become.

during their comms you did sound at peace, and the times where you’d appear via hologram to him your posture was less rigid than it was during wartime. scarif was good for you, cody knew this. the knowledge of your happiness, however, couldn’t prevent selfish thoughts from returning to the front of his mind. thoughts of you leaving scarif with him and rex, lighting up their apartment better than the sun with nothing but a smile were pipe dreams he indulged in when nightmares of war caught up to him.

“y’know,” you began, “no one would ever tell me what that word really meant.” the men froze, trying to play it off. they were saved only by the fact you kept talking. “none of the men ever gave me a straight answer, just saying that it was something you say to someone you trusted. i even asked duchess satine about it when i was on mandalore. she asked who was using the word and when i told her it was you two, she just grinned like a tooka with a rat tail hanging from its mouth.”

duchess satine was most definitely going to be receiving a gift in the near future.

briel chose that moment to speak for the first time in a while, crossing her arms behind her head. “i’ve never been to mandalore nor heard a lick of what i’m guessing is its native language, but you’d have to be a fool to not guess its meaning by now.” her words were directed at you but they made the men sputter.

“what is that supposed to mean, brie?”

“seriously? please tell me you’re kidding.”

briel was absolutely incredulous. how could a member of the highly revered jedi order, known for the wisdom of its members, not read between the lines? they were giving her plenty to work with in terms of evidence of their affections that they weren’t hiding very well, how did you not know?!

silence followed her words and she came to the startling realization that you were, in fact, not kidding. “look at them, these two adore you! they followed you here like stray tookas when you didn’t comm them enough.” the men didn’t even bother looking offended as they were called out by the togruta. they were scared you’d be disgruntled at the blatant show of care for you but briel wasn’t done. “sithspit y/n, you got tattoos of them because you said you missed them so much!”

hold on, rewind, what did she just say?!

“you… missed us?” rex’s voice was softer than anyone had heard it be in a long time. part of him aches to throw his drink over his shoulder and take you into his arms with no regard to the outside world, yet he restrains himself. this could very well be a trap, an illusion or extremely detailed dream the likes of which he’s never experienced.

then again, how would that explain his mind creating a taste for something he’s never had before?

he concluded that this was indeed real, and he very well could do exactly as his heart desires if he let go for just a moment, just long enough for the contents of his glass to seep into the sand and his calloused hands to roam your exposed skin.

but he also remembers long talks with his ori’vod about their mutual affections for you. how selfish and uncaring it would be for him to try and keep you to himself after spending so many nights lamenting with cody about the way you made them both feel more human. the way you tethered them to sanity when the war threatened to dispose of what little control they had over themselves or their fates, the softness of your fingers intertwined with theirs whenever you had the chance. both men would contemplate the way you’d taste as you downed several shots at 79’s or cups of the contraband moonshine brewed by the men, wondering how much would be the alcohol and how much would be you and wishing that they could find out.

it would be a betrayal far greater and even more despicable than that of palpatine and the republic, and rex didn’t think he could handle losing the respect of his ori’vod no matter what was given in return. not even you.

the togruta woman officially lost the last speck of patience she held for the clueless, lovesick trio, groaning that she gave up as she left them to their own devices.

you were confused. why would you not miss them? did those years of fighting next to them and caring about them and loving them not translate to the idea of missing them when they were gone? yeah you were a little tipsy when you got your tattoos, but that didn’t change the facts as to why you got them: you wanted cody and rex by your side and moments spent without them were moments spent unhappy. they were your boys, the two reasons you kept fighting in that cursed war instead of returning to the temple with your tail between your legs at the first sign of combat.

cody downed his margarita with a solid gulp before taking your right hand in both of his, face twisted almost identically to his brother’s while processing the information you presented. he marveled in the familiar grooves and calluses from battle that were beginning to soften, thoroughly enjoying the fact he didn’t have to hide anything from you or the rest of the galaxy about the love - cody was sure now that this was indeed love - he held for you and you alone.

“is that true, cyar’ika?” cody’s voice was sickeningly hopeful. he’s never allowed himself to hope, knowing that diving too deep into desire could lead to consequences tantamount to death. hearing you stumble over your words as you admitted to loving him, loving him and rex both in the same capacity, cracked the last mask of stoicism he had in his reserves. his mouth was smiling but his eyes were wet, and anyone who didn’t know him would think the man was karking mad.

you weren’t as focused on your boys as you would have been any other moment, too busy trying to figure out what you said for cody to ask about and oh. holy shit, i said all of that out loud. then, a brief moment of clarity. i said every bit of that, but they’re not leaving. they’re instead moving closer, taking my hands in theirs and then- “have i ever lied to either of you?” your heart once again overpowered your brain, taking over your vocal chords and bringing voice to your thoughts.

rex nestled his glass into the sand before going to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling from both the scarif sun and unshed tears. “you could never, ner’jetti.” he rested his chin on your knee not blocked by cody, his subconscious deciding to nuzzle his head into the hand that had come up to his face.

within seconds, the clunky armor had taken to the sand. they didn’t startle at the sudden exposure to just their bottom blacks because they could feel the soft humming of the force around them, knowing that it was merely you making them more comfortable. you were pulling them toward you and into your reclined chair, rex’s chin in one hand and cody’s hands in the other. they were quick to take a hint, immediately moving to either side of you to lay on their sides, facing their jetti with soft smiles.

rex made quick work of wrapping an arm around your waist, face burying itself into the crook of your neck as best he could. he inhaled your scent, the familiar ozone that came with the force mingling wonderfully with scarif’s ocean water and the tropical drinks you’ve been keeping yourself busy with.

cody tangled one hand into your hair, fingers softly moving as he rested his other arm slightly above his brother’s. the hand touching your waist softly stroked your side as he let his eyes drift closed, the force wrapped around him like a blanket of protection.

no one spoke of love in the hours you spent wrapped in each other’s arms in that uncomfortable-for-three-people chair. the admissions and conveyance of all the love held between the three of you was saved for the privacy of their ship. cody and rex worshiped you and you did the same for them, no one allowing there to be a single doubt as to where your hearts belong.

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