#reader/oc x captain rex

[panda-writing]

A/N: So this is an idea I got like last night. And I wanted to write it into something before I forgot it. I had a few ideas on how I planned to finish it. And it's very different from those ideas.

I was gonna add more to it, and make it more angst, but I got the fluff feels, and it ended up being more of a fluff piece at the end.

But, I did leave it open ended incase I ever come back to it and get more ideas.

Oh, one more thing. This is about my main OC I'm writing a huge story on rn. And her ship is Rex, because that's the one I typically do with her. ((Sometimes I do Fives, but I think Rex and Amaya balance each other out a bit more because my girl is unfiltered chaos at times))

Type: OC x Captain Rex

Story type: Fluff, Angst /Ficlet

And the beginning starts a little dramatic again because I have been doing that a lot more lately.

(And here's this header of Ryder I made because I briefly mention him in the story-

Calling this: Knowing (Rex x Amaya)

It had been only a few weeks.

But the time... It was like a silence.

And it felt so loud.

They lost people before.

He's lost brothers. And she's lost friends.

But this was different.

So much different.

It was in the way it happened. And.... It was Fives.

It was Fives.

That made all the difference in the world somehow.

He had been trained as a soldier. He was expected to move on.. But it was hard.

And then again.. Amaya didn't want him too.

The same thing happened when Echo died. She didn't want them to force themselves to move on.

Maybe it's why he's never heard a clone say a bad thing about her. She was always there for them.

The worst thing he'd heard was that she could be reckless. A fact she clearly had known well, as she said it herself multiple times.

But in the same way, it's what had him worried right now.

She was usually more of a talker. Happier.

Of course, the affect of the war was a likely cause too. But he knew better.

He knew her after all.

After Fives... She had barely spoken to him. It worried him. And brought out paranoia from deep within that he never knew existed in his own mind.

She'd tell him though. Right?

If she was mad at him. Or the even more alarming possibility, If there were regrets or second thoughts...

But she hadn't said anything of that inclination.

She hadn't said anything at all.

They spoke the day it happened. But she hadn't said much on her own feelings. She was more worried about him.

That... Was in her nature. But at this very moment, it had his nerves at an all time high.

She stayed with him and comforted him. She had always been open in telling him and his brothers that it was okay to feel.

Some clones still stuck closer to their programming in that regard.

He knew she wasn't technically supposed to go through her emotions the way most nat horns were either. In some cases the Jedi were unhappy with her disregard... For, well anything.

She would break rules or disobey command if she thought there was a better way. She openly told (him) that she thought the code was stupid at times. And her openness to emotion, she had explained was also against it.

But this far in the war, she really didn't seem to care too much anymore.

After what happened with Fives.. The next time Rex had actually gotten to see Amaya was around 2 weeks later. And that's when he noticed her acting strange. Especially in the way she wasn't speaking.

Well, outside of their duty-bound responsibilities. Because that aspect did.

It wasn't the same though.

Rex was looking through the outside of the window. It was a little quiet right now. The bridge on a Venator usually was, save for when there was a battle.

Or if Skywalker was there-

Rex was lost in thought, he almost didn't notice it as Ryder came behind him and tapped his shoulder.

He was the Commander of Amaya's legion. He wouldn't usually try to figure it out this way... But it was one sure way to figure what was going on..

"Hey Rex, do you have a minute?" He asked

"Y-yeah. Sure. What's going on?" He answered, quickly gaining composure.

Ryder was subtle as he glanced around the bridge area.

"You know- actually, it might be better if I show you." He excused

He was a better liar than a lot of clones. Of course, he had lots of practice considering he was constantly covering for his general since the beginning of the war.

"Okay.." Rex said, following him out.

There was nothing there. This earned Ryder an eyebrow raise.

"Rex, are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I swear I could feel the tension in the air, and obviously I'm not a Jedi but-" Ryder cut himself off

"There's something on your mind, right?"

"It could be nothing. I've had a lot on my mind lately." Rex excused

Now, it was Ryder's turn to give Rex a look. It was really more of a side-eye than a specific look.

"You really think I don't know you by now, vod?" he questioned

"Besides... If you don't think it's nothing, then it probably isn't. Mind telling me what's going on?"

"You never know, maybe I can help.."

He didn't exactly have many better options here, but it was still better that no one knew about his relationship with the general, so he'd be keeping it as vague as possible without being suspicious about it.

"Have you noticed anything off about the General lately?" he asked

Okay, so he hadn't exactly meant to get straight to the point, but here he was.

"I mean, personally I've always found there to be something off about Skywalker, and I mean that's saying something considering how my own can be at times, but-"

He was quickly cut off.

"I was talking about yours, actually.." Rex said all while giving him a look about making comments about his own general.

"Oh-"

Ryder cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Though... Now that you mention it... Pierce has been a lot less, well.. herself recently."

"She doesn't joke around a lot lately. More focused on getting through with the mission and whatever. But I didn't ask, because I figured she'd tell me if there was a problem. She's always pretty open with that kind of stuff."

It was good to know it wasn't just him, but it still wasn't a great feeling.

"She's been like this since what happened with Fives-" His expression widened and he cut himself off as he realized he'd said it out loud.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Ryder sighed as he looked down, but Rex patted his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry. What happened.... affected a lot of us." 

"I don't know if there's much I can do to help... But maybe it would help if you talked to her? She values your insight and friendship as much as mine. I'm sure she'd talk, if she realized it was from a place of concern." He offered

Yeah... Friendship. That was one word for it.

"It's worth a shot." Rex said

Sometimes Ryder thought there was something going on in the back of his mind. But he never cared enough to try and figure out if there was or wasn't.

Things were complicated enough lately, he'd rather the one thing that didn't feel that way to just... stay that way.

He tried reaching her on her comm.

After the second or third time, she finally answered. 

'If you could really call that a response'

"Hey."

Was she mad at him? She didn't sound mad, but it was always hard to tell with Jedi. Then again... he never seemed to have that problem with her..

"Uh hi... Do you have a minute to talk?" he asked

"Not really, I'm working on some stuff right now."

"It's important." He sighed

Now he definitely felt like he had to ask her.

He could hear her sigh over the other end.

"Okay."

"But It's gonna have to be quick. I have a lot of stuff to get done."

"Right." Rex said

"Where are you?"

"I'll meet you- actually.." she said

Her tone seemed odd, but he'd let it go, for now.

"Uh... meet me at..."

"We'll go to the briefing room-"

Okay, so it was obvious he was making this up as he went along. He had his doubts she even noticed, considering her lack of reaction to pretty much anything he said right now.

She didn't think much of it as she made her way over. She figured it was just stuff about their current missions, otherwise she may not have even come. 

She really didn't want to take a break from all of this, but in all truth... she had nothing. All she had was her gut feeling. And she was basically grasping at straws here.

She walked in with her datapad incase she got there first. 

Of course, she hadn't. He was already there.

There was a look on his face, but what was it? Was he worried..?

Focus.

"Uh.. Hey Rex."

"Hey." he walked up to her, making sure the door was shut so no one could hear him talk about how he was breaking multiple GAR regulations.

"You called?" she asked cutting to the chase.

"Yeah. I did."

He looked at her face. He hadn't specifically seen her in a few days... And right now she just looked tired. 

Instead of starting how he was going to, he looked on in concern and asked "When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know. I'm not really that worried about it right now." She said in a nonchalant tone of voice

"Anyway, what did you need?"

What he needed was her to stop...

"I wasn't planning on asking about it like this, but I don't see any other way right now."

This was a them thing, she finally realized.

And it seemed to late to run off to avoid anything to deal with her mess of emotions surrounding her mind right now. Of course, if she had run off he'd either think he'd done something wrong, or likely catch her, and she had a feeling he was very capable of doing so if he really wanted to.

"I don't want to think about it right now." she sighed

He looked directly into her eyes, she avoided the eye contact.

"And why is that?" He challenged

"It has nothing to with you, But I can't... Not right now." 

"Do I get an actual answer? I've allowed you to essentially, ignore me for weeks upon weeks. I've hashed it out to you just needing space because of what happened with Fives..."

"But you can't keep avoiding me.." He hated how it felt, and being told that he wasn't gonna get a real answer had only made it worse

"It's not that simple." she turned and held her hand against her forehead for a moment.

he chuckled in a way that sounded both unamused and offended.

"If you think this is getting resolved without you telling me whatever the hell is going on with you, I suggest you reconsider that idea."

"I can't, okay?"

"I could and would tell you anything else, but I can't with this. Even trying to look into- It doesn't matter. Please just drop it." 

"Like hell." he said sternly

"You're not gonna keep doing this, whatever it is."

"All it feels like now... is that I did something wrong, or you're mad at me."

"And it sucks."

She never wanted to hurt him...

But what choice did she have in this scenario? If someone finds out what she's doing, and for some reason they figure out he had even the smallest amount of knowledge on it... She'd be taking him down along with her.

"You know..."

"I just wasn't convinced by it."

"What are you talking about?" He asked

"I don't know if I can say... If this goes wrong.. I can't risk involving you."

"What are you up to?" He squinted at her

"Oh the usual, war crimes and breaking multiple laws."

 That- that was kind of a joke.

And before now, he'd have been happy she was making jokes. But now, he definitely wasn't in the mood for that.

Especially considering the fact that anyone who really knew her, would also know that she often used jokes to deflect.

"That's not funny."

'Guf'nor'i, He's pissed.' (Expletive in her native language closely related to fuck, but not quite)

She nervously looked down.

"It's for Fives." and that's where she planned to leave it, but she should've known better than to think he'd just leave it there.

His expression softened, but now it was confused.

"Rex.. I don't even have any proof of anything."

"But he was one of my closest friends... If there's even the possibility he might be right. It is more than just duty for me to figure that out."

"What do you mean?" He asked

"What are you doing?" 

She refused to go into too much detail. She wouldn't bring the person she loved more than anyone down with her if she was creating her own path of damnation.

"The inhibitor chips.. I just want to find out.."

"He was killed by a brother. After everything- He wasn't dangerous... He was just scared and I-" 

She looked away, she didn't want to cry again. Especially not in front of Rex. Fives would hurt him more than anyone else... Except for Echo, but now they were both gone.

"I wish he could've gotten that chance to explain.. If I find out anything.. or he's right... He'll get that chance through me."

And she meant every last word of it. 

There was much she didn't say. Including the fact that she thought the chancellor was full of shit by his explanation. Of course, she already hadn't trusted him for a bit, so it was even easier to doubt him than before.

But ever voicing that was kinda treasonous.

But she was tired... so tired..

She turned back to look at Rex and sighed before leaning her head against his chest.

"Do you ever get tired of it? All the fighting?"

"The death... Everyone we've lost?"

He sighed, pulling her into a tight hug.

It seemed like he needed it about as much as she did.

"I love you... and I'm so sorry for everything." She said quietly, the regret filled her voice.

he held his hand against her face, he moved his thumb against her cheek, "I love you too."

He understood why she didn't tell him. But at the same time didn't like the idea of her doing something that had the potential to get her in that much trouble..

"Please promise you'll talk to me from now on."

She couldn't lie to him..

"There's more to it. But I don't want to say anything else."

"You're exhausted... I think we all are to some capacity. But tell me someday... We've started this pretty much since the beginning of the war, I don't want to hurt you and I know you don't want to do that to me either.."

She was 19 then... Became a Jedi Knight younger than most. She knew it was mostly because they needed more Generals, and was very aware of the mistrust that surrounded her... Yet, she was still grateful.

Now she was 21. And so much had happened.

Sometimes she wasn't sure how she'd been able to stay this strong.

She cupped his cheek before kissing him.

He had missed her and didn't hesitate to kiss her back.

He wasn't sure this was exactly resolved... And that had him worried. Last thing he wanted was to have to worry about Amaya for the same reasons...

Eventually she broke it off so she could hold him closer.

And then she yawned.

"Okay, when did you really sleep last?"

"I have no idea."

"Take a break, you're guilty of overworking yourself. Same as you accuse me at times." He said

"Rex.."

"Yeah?"

"Are you busy, right now, I mean?" she asked

"No, not really.. I was just staring out of the window until I- Why do you ask?"

She took a hold of his hand.

"...right-" he said

So maybe he didn't always catch on right away.

She sat next to him against the backwall, there weren't exactly seats, so they just sat on the floor.

She mindlessly traced her thumb in circles against the back of his neck, as she held onto him.

"Get some rest, Mesh'la."

"I'll be fine... until tomorrow.. Besides, how else will I get to talk to you?"

He tilted his head, giving her that one specific expression. She was pretty sure this tact could be considered cheating. But he still got away with it-

She gently moved his head and kissed him again.

"You win this one." 

"I usually do." he said

"Don't fool yourself. Usually if you win, it's because I let you."

"I'm not convinced."

She chuckled before leaning against him.

He held her close and eventually, she fell asleep.

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[clonesuperiority]

Have a Ventress doodle while I'm working on more clone content 👀

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[starry-crossing-zone]

Oh, Captain - Rex (TCW)

Summary: The 501st is getting a new Co-General and Rex wants to be prepared. His brothers, however, dare him to flirt with a woman at 79s the night before. Length: 1370 words Warnings: Unnamed Female Character (Can be Read as OC or Reader); Rex's Horrible Flirting Skills; Fives is a Menace

79s was packed full of clones as usual, though the color scheme of the night was predominantly blue and yellow for the 501st and 212th. They had just finished a battle together in the Mid Rim and returned to Coruscant to resupply before they shipped out again. And in the case of the 501st, they were on Coruscant to pick up their new Jedi general. 

It was the only reason why Rex went out that night in the first place. 

He had to make sure that all of his men were presentable for their meeting with the new assistant general, who had been assigned to the battalion so that General Skywalker could be called away more often. General Skywalker assured Rex that the new assistant general wouldn’t be that much of a stick in the mud, but Rex didn’t want to take a risk. 

“Oh, come on, Rex, you heard the General. The new general’s fun. Have a drink for kriff’s sake,” Fives urged, placing a drink in front of Rex. 

“I’m all set, Fives,” Rex replied, pushing the drink away from him. 

“Who is the new assistant general, anyways?” Echo asked curiously, leaning over. “The Commander didn’t have a name.”

“I bet they’re a brand new Jedi. Young like General Skywalker,” Jesse stated, earning some nods. “He mentioned that they trained together.”

“It’s not for us to speculate,” Rex replied, earning a sigh from some of his brothers. “We need to be prepared. I don’t want the new general’s first impression of us to be that we look sloppy.”

“Oh, relax, Rex,” Cody spoke up, causing the rest of the 501st to perk up. If anyone could talk some sense into Rex, it would be Cody. “You’re going to be fine. Have a drink. We were just in trenches on a dustball for fifteen rotations. Or maybe make a new friend.”

“Like her,” Fives interjected, smacking Rex on the shoulder. 

The entire table turned to watch a humanoid woman take a seat at the bar. A woman alone in a clone bar? It would be about five seconds before she was swarmed. But there was something about her that intrigued Rex. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was just something about her that drew all of his attention without any work at all. 

“I’ve never seen her here before,” Echo stated as the woman ordered a drink. 

“I wouldn’t mind seeing her around,” Fives spoke up before glancing at Rex. “And looks like you wouldn’t either, Captain.”

“Not all of us think with what’s under our codpieces, Fives,” Rex grunted in return. 

“I’m thinking that they are, though,” Jesse pointed out, gesturing to two clones who made their way over to the mysterious woman. “Hopefully her first experience with a clone isn’t one of Fox’s shinies. She’ll never come to a clone bar again.”

Rex glanced over at the woman again before getting up from his seat. Fives looked over at Echo with a shit-eating grin, to which Echo simply rolled his eyes. Rex walked around the bar, nodding to his brothers that he passed, but keeping his gaze on the mystery woman and the two clones that sat down next to her. 

But before they got too far into a conversation, she seemed to say something with a seductive smile and his brothers got up and left her alone without a word of protest. Now, downright curious, Rex found his legs carrying him over to the woman. She turned her head and their eyes met for the first time. His heart seemed to stutter as he took the last few steps toward her. 

“They weren’t bothering you, were they?” Rex asked, causing the woman to smile. 

“No, not at all. I told them that I was just looking for a drink and nothing more. They seemed to do the rest of the math.” She took a sip of her drink, peering over the rim of her glass and practically into Rex’s soul. “Sorry if you were planning on playing hero, Commander.”

“It’s Captain, actually. Captain Rex,” Rex introduced himself, causing the woman’s eyes to widen a small fraction. 

“My apologies, Captain Rex.”

And there was that arrhythmia again. Was this woman part-siren or something?

“You can just call me Rex,” he assured her, causing the woman to smile softly. “And what exactly should I call you, ma’am?”

“Anything but ‘ma’am’,” she quipped, taking another sip of her drink. “You’re making me feel a little too old, Captain.” 

Kriff, he could get used to her calling him that. 

They got to talking. Not so much specifics about themselves, but rather life around them. The GAR, galactic politics, the drink menu. Rex didn’t even realize that he literally didn’t know any basic facts about the woman until she got up to leave for the night. 

“Do you come to this part of town often?” Rex asked, causing the woman to chuckle. 

“Not usually, but I suppose I could make an exception . . . Captain.”

Rex watched her walk out the door before he was suddenly swarmed by brothers, rattling off question after question. Up until Cody, as the highest ranking officer of the bunch, took control of the situation and asked one simple question. 

“What’s her name?”

Rex opened his mouth to reply, but instead winced, causing his brothers around him to groan. 

“He’s hopeless,” Fives sighed, shaking his head. 

“He was hopeless the second that he decided to follow your advice,” Echo pointed out. 

*~*~*~*

Rex walked through the rows of his men, inspecting them one last time while the General and Commander brought aboard their new General. Co-General. Whatever. Either way, Rex wanted to impress them. And that meant that his men had to be in tip top shape. But when he heard the doors to the hangar open, Rex quickly took his place at the front. 

Only to nearly drop his helmet when he recognized the woman walking with Anakin and Ahsoka. And when he heard Fives’s giggle, he could only swallow down a choice set of words.

“And here’s our captain, Rex,” Anakin introduced, causing their eyes to lock for the first time since the bar. “The best of the best.”

“I would expect no less,” she replied with an easygoing and mischievous smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Captain Rex.”

“You as well, General,” Rex practically choked out, trying to not sweat through his blacks. 

“Rex, this the new co-general,” Ahsoka introduced, adding the general’s name. “She was Master Plo Koon’s padawan and served with the Wolffe Pack.”

“Why’d you leave it, General?” Rex directed towards the new general, who smiled at him. 

“The Jedi Council needed someone to babysit General Skywalker and because I value public service above my own sanity—”

“—This whole spiel again?” Anakin complained, causing her to turn to him. 

“You're just upset because Admiral Yularen laughed in your face when I told him what happened back on Corellia when you—”

“—Perhaps we should move on to the rest of the tour,” Anakin stressed, causing her to smirk. 

“Of course.”

Anakin and Ahsoka led the way through the rows of troopers, though she lingered behind them. Looking over her shoulder, she offered Rex a smile that made his heart stop for a moment all over again. 

“I’ll be back to meet the full battalion formally once the rest of my briefings are concluded. If that fits with your timeline, Captain?”

“Yes, of course, General.”

“Great.” She offered him a curt nod before that smirk returned. “And next time we’re at 79s, drinks are on me, Captain.”

The galaxy was testing him today, that was for sure. Rex watched her walk off with Anakin and Ahsoka before slowly putting his bucket back on his head. 

“Fives,” he growled out. “You have exactly five seconds before—”

Fives took off in a sprint across the hangar and Rex took off after him. Echo sighed and shook his head before turning to his comms. Sending Commander Cody a message that Rex did learn that the woman that he was flirting with last night was the new general, Echo couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Fives evade Rex. 

“Well, this is going to be interesting.”

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[romanovaswebs]

you know what's so underrated ? thinking about the clone boys — please , i beg , talk about them more .

they don't get the chance to be , but in my mind , they are soooo loverboys . just the sweetest hearts you'd ever know , and they try their hardest to navigate the feelings you incite in them that they weren't prepared for !! they feel their skin grow hot when you praise them , or touch them in a way that's more heartfelt than needed .

give them kisses everywhere pls . depending on your clone of choice , they'd get the biggest ego boost — or hide the cutest damn smile as they try to fight off the way their heart keeps skipping beats .

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[book-of-baba-fett]

Illicit Affairs - Chapter 22

Captain Rex x OC

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary: In the final chapter, Talia reflects on how she's grown once receiving positive news from the war front that gives hope to the future.

Chapter Rating: M

Warnings: MAJOR angst, death, grief, alcohol,

A/N: Y'all it's finally here. More notes to come at the end, but thank you for your support in this wild ride. Firs though, a shoutout to @cyarbika for letting me use Kork in this fic, tbh defining how I view 79s, and for holding this plot in for what, a year now lol?? and the biggest love to @galacticgraffiti - you have been my guide for this entire fic, I wouldn't have made it here without your beta reads. ilysm 💜. also thanks for letting me borrow your OC, Eya!

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21 BBY – Coruscant 

Talia had been in bars probably from too young an age; her early missions with her Master often brought them to the seedy corners of the galaxy in search of information. What she lacked was the experience of going out and enjoying a bar, and 79’s was a much different atmosphere than the bars she had been in before. When the doors opened, she was slammed by the bright lights, the loud music, and the thrum of relief and energetic comradery bouncing off every surface.

There were holoscreens illuminating half the walls, clones engaging in drinking games or other friendly bets, beautiful men and women dressed in revealing outfits in the hopes of finding a partner for a night. It was a lot for Talia to take in: the lights, the noise, the energy a near concussive assault on her senses. But once she settled in the booth with the men she had only known a short amount of time yet had already grown to care for so much, it all calmed down somewhat.

         Talia was surprised by how easily they welcomed her, but then again it had beenChurch’s insistence that had brought her out in the first place and Storm’s assurance that had swayed her. She didn’t want to be in the way, thinking that going out with the men she commanded would just burden their night off. But as she sat with them, and they tossed around jokes from the recent campaign, she saw it for what it was: a need to debrief and decompress after the stress. She felt honored that they included her, and even realized how much she needed something like this instead of going to the Temple or even hanging out with her civilian friends who just wouldn’t get it. Talia was still getting used to the title of General, still felt weirdly empty when her hands ran through her hair and she no longer felt her Padawan braid. So, it was nice to have a night where she didn’t have to think about any of it.

The downside to her inexperience in bars was she had no idea what to drink. She followed the boys lead and drank the awful free beer they were served, but decided she couldn’t stomach the stuff. When Storm noticed her displeasure he did her the favor of ordering her a gin and tonic, which he informed her was his usual drink. After she downed it and was already sporting a light buzz, she decided to treat her men to something a bit better than the standard beer, and ordered a round for all of them. She excused herself to a round of cheers, her cheeks warming in a flush from the alcohol. The bartender was more than happy to give her a recommendation for a better ale and recommended a cocktail for Talia to try.

        The feeling of being out of place inched back in as she patiently waited for her round of drinks, tapping her fingers on the counter and trying to blend into the crowd when she was bumped from the side.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry ma’am, the crowd pushed a lot more than-“ a clone’s voice sincerely apologized, only to cut off as Talia turned to see Captain Rex’s face darkening from a flush as he recognized the Jedi next to him. “Oh, General Riva! I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there. And I’m sorry again for knocking into you-“

Talia chuckled at his flustered words, but shook her head, “It’s ok, Captain. It’s crowded in here; I had to fight my way to the bar.”

Rex’s face relaxed at that, a small grin even toying at his lips, “Well, you could just use the Force to part the crowd, be more efficient.”

Talia snorted, then blushed from the embarrassing noise that had escaped her, but Rex didn’t seem to notice. “The men already seem intimidated by a Jedi being here, I don’t need to draw more attention to it.”

“That reminds me, I should probably make sure my boys are on best behavior tonight then,” Rex grumbled, tossing a look over his shoulder at a booth filled with clones in the 501st blue armor. Talia hadn’t worked with them enough to know all their names yet, but she recognized a few from a recent mission. They seemed to be having fun, or maybe having an argument by the way some of them were pointing and shouting at each other. Maybe a bit of both, Talia supposed.

“Don’t dampen their fun on my account,” Talia said, “We all need a break.”

Rex huffed out a laugh and nodded at that, “You can say that again. And you wouldn’t dampen their fun at all; in fact, I’m worried it would be the other way around.”

“What do you mean?” Talia asked confusedly.

“Oh, nothing,” Rex answered quickly, as if he had gotten too close to admitting something he didn’t want to say. “Just that...I think my men wouldn’t leave you alone, that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy your night without them bothering you.”

“Oh, they wouldn’t bother me!” Talia insisted. “I liked working with you all on Taanab; Fives and Echo had me cracking up.”

Rex shrugged. “Echo can control himself, Fives on the other hand…”

“Oh yeah, he’s a flirt,” Talia cut in. Rex looked at her wide eyed then laughed. “You think I didn’t catch any of that? I can’t imagine what he’d be like with the influence of alcohol.”

“Again, why I hope they don’t bother you.” Rex muttered, once again casting a glance back at the booth, only to see some of the brothers, including the one in question, watching them at the bar.

Rex sighed and murmured something under his breath then glanced back at Talia. He straightened himself up, facing the bar again, “What are you drinking? Can I get you a round?”

“I already ordered,” Talia explained, nodding her head in the direction of the bartender,  “and I wouldn’t let you get me a drink anyway. In fact, I’m getting you one.”

Rex shook his head, “I can’t let you do that.”

“I insist. You serve under Anakin; I know you must be in dire need of alcohol,” Talia said.

Rex laughed again, still shaking his head, “I’m fine with just the Kork.”

“Wow, you are a horrible liar,” Talia observed, smirking as the Captain attempted to deny it. She wasn’t even using the Force, but after experiencing the stuff herself she assumed you had to lack taste buds to enjoy it. “I don’t see how you guys can swallow the stuff.”

“The fact that it’s free helps,” Rex admitted, “But really General; I’m fine.”

“Nonsense,” Talia waved off as the bartender came back around with Talia’s drinks. She glanced at Rex, ready to take his order when Talia cut in, “Could you get another one of these ales for the Captain? And put it on my tab?”

The bartender was off before Rex could argue, “Thank you, but you don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to,” Talia insisted. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Well, usually it’s the clone buying the girl a drink in here,” Rex offered, a slight smirk on his face. Talia’s face felt warm – a weird reaction, she thought.

“Guess you’ll just owe me a round the next time, Captain,” Talia replied. “I have to say it’s nice to see you on a night out, you seem a lot less... stressed.”

“In truth, this isn’t my usual thing. I was convinced to join,” Rex explained.

“Same here,” Talia added, “Sometimes, our men know what we need more than we ourselves do, I guess.”

“But we can’t admit that to them.” There was that smirk again. Talia tried to ignore the way it lit up his face, how it enhanced how handsome he was. It had to be the alcohol in her, making her warm and encouraging her eyes to linger on his face. 

“And for what it’s worth, it’s “You kind of have,” Talia said, earning a confused look from Rex. “Naboo? The Gala?”

“Oh well… I don’t think that’s fair to count because I didn’t know you were a Jedi.” Rex offered, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “And you weren’t exactly off duty.”

“Fair, fair,” Talia shrugged.  “But then I was much better dressed for a night out.”

“You look perfect,” Rex said it so simply but stopped himself suddenly, the skin on his neck and cheeks darkening slightly. Talia’s own cheeks burned once more, but she didn’t know what to say in return. Rex also seemed speechless at his own admission, and for a moment they lingered on it, silent but surrounded by the loud music and conversations echoing around them. Talia searched for a witty response, or even hoped some words of thanks would leave her tongue, but instead found herself horrendously lacking any reply. Not from embarrassment or discomfort, but almost because Rex’s words had caught her off guard. Talia felt she should say something to ease the blush creeping in on the Captain as he obviously seemed as surprised by the compliment he had paid her.  She supposed she could offer the same reply back, but felt lame and she didn’t even know why she was at a rare loss for words, but she didn’t get a chance to salvage her own lapse.

 “Captain!” They were interrupted as Fives pushed his way in beside Rex, wrapping his arm over Rex’s shoulder and admonishing his brother teasingly, “Stop flirting with Talia so we can get on with the game!”

Talia didn’t think it was possible, but Rex’s face darkened further as his jaw dropped. His eyes darted back to Talia as he sputtered out “I wasn’t-“

“Sure sure,” Fives waved off, his voice slurring a bit, “you’ll just deny it again. General, looking great as always, but I’m going to steal our captain for a bit.”

“Sorry for holding him up for so long,” Talia answered, her cheeks still aflame. She directed a small smile back at Rex, who looked torn between dying of embarrassment and like he had the temptation to kill his brother. “Have a fun night, hope to see more of you soon.”

“Thanks, you too, Talia,” Rex said as Fives dragged him off. Talia watched them go, her cheeks aching from the smile stuck on her face. It was weird, he had only ever referred to her as General. She liked the way her name sounded coming off his lips.

19 BBY – Coruscant

79’s hadn’t visibly changed much in the time since Talia had first walked through its doors, yet the way she knew it had evolved entirely. It wasn’t an unknown space; it was filled with memories. Its walls echoed with the joy of time spent away from war with friends who she would never forget, some who had grown to be like family… and Rex, who was so much more. Talia knew the workers, had collected bits and pieces of their lives through conversation and they felt as ingrained to the place as the clones who it was built for. As she walked in, Talia smiled in greeting at the large Nautolan bouncer, Eya.  Those who didn’t know them would see them as imposing from their size, the tattoos decorating their violet skin, the spikes protruding from their knuckles and the cybernetic eye that contrasted to the deep black of their organic one, but Talia recognized there was a strange, comforting softness underneath the façade. They were also friends with Storm, who Talia had come to 79’s with that night, and he stayed back to chat with Eya while Talia grabbed a booth, seeking a private space for the conversation she wanted to have. 

The 412th’s last campaign had been relatively easy work, but they had missed the battle on Coruscant, something that seemed to bother the men as they wanted the chance to defend the center of the Republic themselves, but sometimes other duties called first. They were granted leave as soon as the campaign had ended, and Talia felt relief when they approached the planet and she didn’t see much damage on the surface. Coruscant had been her home for as long as she could remember, the whole planet and the temple especially had always seemed so untouchable before the war. The bombing of the temple was a stark reminder of how war could always hit unexpectedly, and she was grateful the siege of the planet hadn’t lasted long.

As the Venator approached Coruscant, they received the news that was the cause for her and Storm’s meeting tonight. Master Kenobi had engaged Grievous in battle on the Utapau system. With Count Dooku dead, the Separatist leadership was fractured, and if Obi-Wan could defeat Grievous, they would crumble and the war would be over. It was strange to hope, considering how many times the General had evaded defeat before, but something felt different this time. He didn’t have Dooku to crawl back to for support, and Grievous didn’t garner the same level of following that the charismatic Sith had. Without Grievous and Dooku, there was no one to step in, no way the Separatists could still fight. 

In other news from the war front, Talia had received word from Rex. Ahsoka’s mission on Mandalore had been a success, and they had captured Maul. Talia had never been more afraid for Rex than she was when she heard what his mission was; Maul had haunted her dreams for too long. She had taken that as a warning that something would happen to Rex on Mandalore, fighting against the former Sith. It would have been too cruel for Talia to lose Rex to Maul, to someone who had caused so much pain and suffering for her already. Especially when they were finally at the cusp of victory, on the brink of what they were fighting for.

Things with Rex weren’t fully back to what they had been, but that was what they had agreed upon. They needed to focus, be on their best without the distraction that they brought to each other. But it was better than the weeks they had spent apart, trying to act as if the other didn’t exist. They still sent each other messages, updating with what was going on in their respective corners of the galaxy, chatting if they had a free moment but truth be told, those were rare to come by. It wasn’t much, and it left a craving for more, but it also gave a promise for what they could have when this was all over. Somehow, Talia knew they would come out of this stronger than they had been before, that Rex and she could build something new off the foundation they had. And it felt like the will of the Force was suddenly on their side, like something would finally move to end this war, to end all the pain that had been inflicted on the galaxy. But to Talia, it would be a new beginning.

Storm joined her, with two gin and tonics in hand, and slowly slid into the booth. They had come here together a few times one on one. Sometimes they said a lot, like in the early days of the war when they took time to learn more about each other in ways they couldn’t just by being in proximity commanding together. Other times, they sat in silence, too weighed down by exhaustion or grief to thread words together. Storm had even confided some of his personal life to Talia, some nice stories about a handsome Pantoran man he would see sometimes on shore leave. Talia had never been able to divulge the same level of information – until today.

“Everything alright, General?” Storm asked as he watched Talia staring thoughtfully across the table, her mind distracted as she tried to ignore the apprehensive twist of her gut.

“Everything’s fine,” Talia said in a half truth. “And how many times do I have to tell you, when I’m here you can call me Talia.”

“Just as many times as I’ll have to remind you: as long as you’re my general, that’s what I’ll call you,” he said as simply as always.

Talia’s gut twisted further, “That’s actually why I wanted to come here today.”

Storm nodded but didn’t probe. Storm wasn’t the type to pry or push people beyond what they were ready to talk about. But he could always tell when someone needed to talk or would be there if they asked. Talia took a sip of her drink and took a deep breath before addressing what she invited him here to say.

“I’m going to be leaving the Jedi Order,” Talia blurted out, a bit more bluntly than she would have liked, but it felt easier to expel the news rather than to linger on it. “This campaign was my last with the 412th, unless something goes wrong with Grievous on Utapau and we still have a war to fight, but I don’t see that happening; all the signs are saying this is about to end.”

Storm’s face was unreadable, but he nodded. “Does the Council know? Does Master Plo know?”

Talia’s gut twisted again at the mention of Plo’s name, in all her thoughts of how this would go, she still had a hard time picturing how her master’s master would react to her defecting from The Order. “I wanted you to know first, I felt like I owed you that after all we’ve been through together.”

Storm nodded once again, but this time, his demeanor shifted. He seemed less tense, like the meaning behind Talia’s words struck a chord with him in a sentimental way. There was also a flicker of mourning in him, or maybe it was just the echoes of Talia’s own feelings for him – how she would miss working with him. Storm settled back in the booth, his eyes meeting Talia’s again as the curve of a rare, teasing smile toyed on his lips.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain blond captain of the 501st?”

Talia’s jaw dropped as her cheeks burned – there was no way… ”How long have you known?”

“Had my suspicions for a while; I knew you had a crush on him,” Storm teased as Talia sat mortified. “And it was obvious he had a soft spot for you. Then I saw him sneak into your tent on Turia, and that confirmed it.”

Talia shook her head in disbelief, “But you never said anything-“

“What would I say? It’s not my business what you do in your personal life,” Storm said simply. “I figured if you wanted to tell me, you would. Which is what you’re doing now. So I assume I’m right then, you’re leaving the Order for him?”

“Yes, well, partially,” Talia admitted. “The truth is, the path of the Jedi isn’t one I see myself walking anymore. At least, not in the confines of the Order. I want more, I need more from my life. And Rex gives me that.”

 “What will you do? Without the Order?” Storm asked.

“I don’t know,” Talia answered, and for once those three words weren’t laced with fear or anxiety. They felt oddly freeing. “There’s so much out there. I could go to school, I could volunteer with shelters like the one we found on Turia. I could visit planets without having to fight a war on them. Hells, I could get a job here at 79’s if I felt like it. I could also just do nothing for a while. I’m not sure what I’ll wind up doing, but I feel like that’s a good thing.”

That seemed to be all Storm needed to hear, because he softly smiled at her in that reassuring way. “Then I’m happy for you, even if I’ll miss working with you, General.”

“I just said I’m leaving – you can say my name!” Talia laughed. Storm only shook his head.

“Technically you haven’t told the Council, so you haven’t relieved yourself of duty. Therefore, you’re still my General.” Storm took a sip of his drink, his eyes flashing as he teased.

“You have to be so literal?” Talia rolled her eyes but still giggled.

“Rex knows if he ever hurts you, he’s a dead man, right?” Storm said seriously, though a crack of a smirk lingered on his lips as he continued, “Though I guess I should give you a similar threat since he is my brother.”

“I can bet a few members of the 501st will beat you to it, maybe even Commander Cody,” Talia shrugged, earning a chuckle from Storm.

The doors to 79’s slid open, and a group of shock troopers marched in, heavily armed. Talia frowned; she didn’t recognize the patterns on their armor as being any of the Corrie Guard members she knew. She glanced a curious glance at Storm, and saw her look of inquisitiveness mirrored in his face. 

She began to ask him what he thought was going on, when a sharp pain pierced her head.

It was an ache that seemed to shake her entire body, drenching her in a cold sweat. Images flashed in her mind of barrages of blaster fire, flashes of clone armor, piercing blue lightning, a Jedi fighter falling from the sky, and a menacing laughter mixed with cries of pain. She couldn’t focus on any of it, feeling too much and nothing all at once. She was vaguely aware of Storm attempting to check on her, his voice muffled by the others that echoed in her head crying out. A comm was going off, its shrill beep adding to the pain in her head. Every hair on her body stood on end, she was overwhelmed by the cold that had seeped into her, chilling her straight to the bone. She couldn’t make out anything, her visions were too blurred, but through all the chaos she could tell something was horribly wrong.She had to push through it, numb the visions and try and warn Storm that something had happened, even though she couldn’t make sense of it. Catching her breath, she looked up to Storm to explain what she had felt.

All she saw was his blaster pointed at her.

It was a beautiful night on Naboo, with the stars shining brightly over the navy sky. The full moon cast a glow over the gorge their spaceship was hidden in, its light reflecting over the river as it flowed through. Rex could see the outline of the palace in the distance, illuminated by lights in its windows and balconies, a symbol of the culture and beauty of the planet. It didn’t seem right that a place of such beauty was the setting for such mourning.

Everything seemed to be in a haze still. Rex couldn’t easily place how much time had passed in Galactic Standard time since the Order. Nothing felt real as he tried to process all that had happened, all that had changed. He never would have thought it possible that the Republic would fall, yet it happened in a matter of minutes with work completed by his own men. He still had blood and dirt caked on his armor from burying his brothers on the moon. He still winced when he moved from the shots that had hit him in his escape, his head still ached in the spot his chip had been removed. The chip that had been a part of him since he was created, the one Fives had discovered, exposed and tried to warn them about but instead was shot over. He had tried to look into it more after Fives died, but he could accomplish little without arousing suspicion. He knew Kix had his own questions too, then Kix disappeared. Rex should have questioned that more too, but he was too numb, too in denial over losing another brother. The idea of it all being connected was too much. Now he cursed himself for his own idiocy, seeing what should have been obvious. If Rex had pushed harder, if he had fought alongside Fives or continued the search after his death, would that have been enough to prevent this madness?

After their escape, finding out news while evading any attention had proved difficult. They knew the fighter they had would be flagged at any Imperial  controlled port, but they needed fuel and to confirm how widespread the Order was. Ahsoka had held on to some small semblance of hope that it wasn’t as bad as she feared, but Rex knew better than to hope. He knew what it was like, to lose control of his mind and identity at a simple phrase. He saw how it instantly changed the brothers he was with and he knew there was no chance any clone could fight it.  Once they had finally landed on some asteroid fueling station, the news was so much worse than they had feared.

Rex had never seen Ahsoka so broken as she was when they saw the news about Senator Amidala’s death. Ahsoka had been muted when they were burying the dead from the Venator, devoid of emotion in a stoicness that fit what Rex knew of the Jedi and how they dealt with grief. But when the report about Padmé played, it seemed to break the thread that had been holding Ahsoka together. She burst into tears, a wracking sob  shaking her entire body, and Rex knew it was more than just from her closeness with the Senator, for he knew that if Padmé didn’t survive, that meant Anakin was gone too.

The final blow was the news broadcast they caught of the Jedi Temple, with smoke billowing from its great towers as the reports broke about the Jedi’s treason. Ahsoka had to watch her old home burn, and Rex watched in muted terror, keeping himself together so it wouldn’t be worse for the kid, but the only thing on his mind was Talia and praying to things he didn’t believe in that she had somehow made it out. 

When Ahsoka asked if they could go to Naboo so she could see Padme’s funeral procession, he couldn’t find it in his heart to tell her no, even if every bit of reason in him was screaming that it could only be a bad choice. He cursed himself even more for letting her go alone, but as a clone he couldn’t blend in. So instead, he kept watch, left alone with his own thoughts as he tried to avoid glancing back up at the palace too often, because it reminded him of a night a lifetime ago, and the woman he met there.

Half the reason Rex was in such a haze was because his thoughts were filled with Talia. When he had been under control of the chip, he had not been Rex anymore - he was CT-7567. But there had been a small portion of his sense that tried to force its way through, a dull nagging in his head. He couldn’t make it out, it was like a rustle in the wind on the back of his mind.  Through the haze of trying to accomplish his mission, to follow the order to execute the Jedi, images of Talia kept entering his mind. The second he woke up after Ahsoka had removed his chip, and he realized the implications of what had happened, those images were brought to the forefront as he feared for Talia. But he couldn’t dwell on it then, he had to focus on surviving. But she was in the back of his mind the whole time, that fear plaguing him whether she was fighting in the same way he was that very moment. Or had it been quick, had she not even noticed before anything happened?

No, he couldn’t think like that. Rex shoved those thoughts deep inside him, because if he dwelt on them too long then the air was too thick and he wouldn’t think of anything else. He would think of the images of the Temple burning, of the Emperor’s speech about how all Jedi would be hunted down, and he would think about how all the messages Rex had tried to send her had gone unanswered.

Ahsoka’s figure appeared out of the darkness, slowly walking back towards Rex and the ship. She didn’t say anything, and he wouldn’t probe her and  ask about it. They had agreed it would be safer for the both of them if they separated soon, rather than risk attention by traveling together. Rex didn’t like thinking about the kid on her own in the Galaxy, but he already had plans in the works that he knew she didn’t want to be a part of and he didn’t blame her. She had fought enough. He had agreed to take her to Naboo, just to make sure she was OK on an Imperial controlled planet. He would drop her off after, but before he did, they had one more stop.

Waves crashing filled Rex’s ears, the thick smell of salt water lingering in his nose. It was hotter, more humid than when they had been here, something that would have been unbearable when they were stranded. In all honesty, at first it was hard to tell if this was the same island; Rex had charted the planet after they had been rescued, but its surface was littered with many similar atolls and sandbars that disappeared as they were covered by the tide. But as the fighter approached, Rex could see the shuttle still crashed on the shore, only in a further state of disrepair than what they had left.

Its durasteel floor creaked under Rex’s footsteps, the hull was weakened by rust and damaged from their original crash, plus the repeated bashing of waves. Barnacles and other traces of ocean life had left their mark in the shuttle, with a coat of sand and grime lingering over what was once a well-engineered shuttle in the Separatist army. Rex approached the cockpit, stopping as he examined the scorch marks still visible from when he had to cut the door open. The cockpit was in equal ruin to the rest of the shuttle, its controls long lifeless and stripped for the communicator they had made to call for help. He glanced at the wall where he and Talia had first kissed, where he had first lost control and plummeted headfirst into their reckless, beautiful, tragic love affair.

Rex exited the shuttle, trudging through the ankle-deep water back to shore. Ahsoka stood in the distance, giving Rex his moment. For what, he didn’t even know. He had avoided her gaze when they first arrived, and just like he didn’t probe her after the funeral, she asked no questions now. Rex supposed she had a feeling there was more to this visit than pure sentimentality, and he guessed a part of her had always known that his and Talia’s relationship went beyond a soldier and a general. 

The beach held no signs of the camp they had set up, it had been washed away by weather and the sea, no memory of what had been. As Rex stood alone, he wondered if he was the only person left in the galaxy who this insignificant spot held any memory for.

As his vision fogged, he wondered why he had bothered to come here, as if he was expecting Talia to be waiting along the shoreline, ready to meet him like they had promised the last time they were together. But that was a promise for a different outcome, a different galaxy. He had hoped being here he could somehow feel her presence, and know she was out there, but he felt more blind than he ever had in his life. And the words ran through his thoughts, words he didn’t want to think but were becoming more and more real by the minute.

Was she gone? Was Talia dead?

He didn’t know whether to scream or cry. He kicked the sand at his feet, a fruitless attempt to get out the rage and frustration festering in him. He fell to his knees, eyes locked on the horizon as he watched the sea, swallowing thickly as he failed to hold in the tears that cascaded down his cheeks. He had done well, holding it all in through everything, but coming to the one place he associated so heavily with Talia, where the memory of her took over his mind, broke him. Half of him wanted to take on Palpatine himself, to seek revenge for Talia, his brothers and all the Jedi. But then another part of him wanted it all to be over, for his fighting to be done. He had done enough of it, and what good had come of it?

Rex wiped his face, and breathed in and out, placing his palm on the ground and clenching his fist around the sand. He had come all this way, for what? To be with the ghosts of his past, of Fives, Jesse and Talia, all whose deaths could have been prevented had he been a stronger man?

He reached into his belt, dug in the pocket of his pouch and pulled out the thin silver chain with the coin-like pendant, his thumb gliding over the raised bumps and lines etched into it. In his hand was the last thing left of her, the only tangible proof that she had been real. Rex considered burying it in the sand, the only memorial that she would get. But he couldn’t find the strength to let it go.

 Should he wait? Spend the rest of his days on this beach, motionless as the galaxy spun on, just for the chance that she might arrive one day? Rex almost chuckled as he imagined how frustrated Talia would be at him if he did that, that she would roll her eyes and make a comment about his stubbornness. Then she would flash him that teasing smile, with that steely glint in her eye and say, “You can’t give up on me that easily, can you?”

The sound of the waves was rushing over him, a faint line of pink tinting the sky as the sun began to set. They had been so close to having it all, so close to finally starting a new life without the war and a hope for what they could really be without all the obstacles around them. Instead it was the end of everything. But as much as his muscles ached and urged him to rest and to grieve, that wasn’t in his nature. As Talia always liked to remind him, he was too stubborn for that. 

Rex collected himself and pushed up from the ground, clasping the chain around his neck; now it wouldn’t matter if anyone saw him wearing it. Sitting in his grief wouldn’t bring back the brothers he had lost, but he could do something for those still out there. And Talia…the harshness of reality had already settled in his mind, but he had to still fight for her, had to believe she was out there. She had survived more hells than anyone should, but he knew she had more fight in her. If anyone could have made it out, it was her. That’s what Rex told himself as he approached the fighter.  Rex still had some fight in him, and he would fight till the last breath to take back what the Empire had stolen from him.

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Author's note - so how much do you hate me lol.

I know what you're probably thinking - 'wtf iris where's the rest of it' 'how dare you'' 'WHAT ABOUT THE MAUL SUBPLOT??" and to which I say - all will be answered in time. But I really wanted to thank you - because anyone reading this note is someone I basically owe my life to. When I was a kid, I used to write little flipbook pages and had a mini dream of being an author one day. That dream got kicked out of me quickly just through my own insecurities because I would try and write in middle school and hated every word. Then during covid, I was binge watching the clone wars and rebels and reading fic and thought "hey, what the hell why don't I give this a shot" and the ideas of Talia and Rex were the first I had, even before I was publishing any other fics. I posted other ones as a test, just to see if anyone would even bother to read and I was always so lucky from the beginning to have such fantastic support. Some of you have been here from the beginning, some have joined along the way, and you've all been so patient and understanding as I've dealt with blocks. It's cliche but I could not have finished it without having y'all around. I've cried reading some of your comments, and have been so touched when some of you have messaged talking about how much you've connected with Talia. She's so personal to me, I really have a part of my soul in her and I was terrfiied that people would hate her but the responses to her have been so positive and I can't express how much that means to me. I also got so much more love for Storm than I was expecting (but I guess I shouldn't be surprised because who doesn't love a good clone captain) but I also am so sorry to y'all. I won't leave y'all hanging long, in fact things have been in the works for awhile (in fact I was more hyperfixated on those things and that's why finishing this felt so long).

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[fandom-friday]

Hello friend Karrde!

I hope that all here have been well and prosperous, or at least not buried in snow like me. I have more offerings again for the rec list! I apologize because this is gonna be a whopper of a list too, totally understand if it doesn't make it in this week.

On the Art side of things:

@pinkiemme has been rocking our world with both Commanders Wolffe and Mayday... such scrumptiousness. But then I saw this panel of Captain Rex and... (crying).

@rexxdjarin again with the thick and healthy series latest Echo and Gregor... the study of muscular anatomy is so on point!

@sunshinesdaydream has given us the adorable duo of Hardcase and Sparks

@spicyclones79s has gifted us Omega & Hunter, Commander Wolffe, and a very sweet Foxio

@ladykagewaki always has my heart with the Bebe batch snuggles But also Ms. Fangirl has shared how to summon Echo (May contain spoilers!)

@cloned-eyes made me smile with Wrecker and his little friends but then sob when I saw Jenot.

Comic Recs!:

@paperback-rascal is back with mercy and co with an interesting neurologic finding on Major 40

Fic Recs!:

@pickleprickle 's Newest fic features an injured Mace Windu in the wake of the Empire's rise in Shattered Sunrise. When I say I binged the first two chapters... go read!

if anyone is in need of a Howzer Fic after @the-rain-on-kamino has just reposted their Exigency series. I didn't get a chance to read it the first time and am making my way through it now and let me tell ya... the love, the longing, the CAPTAIN! oh and the build up to the SMUT!

Hopefully I'll have the other comic pieces gathered together for next week and a few more recs. Till then happy reading!

This is one HECK of a list that's got a little something for every TCW/TBB fan out there! I love all of the artwork, and the fics are phenomenal!!!

(Quick correction: the art of Hardcase and Sparks was a commission done by @cloned-eyes)

As always, THANK YOU for taking the time to pull all these together!!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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[burntglacier]

I have come to realise that there not enough star wars clone fics to read on Tumblr and I don't mean the bad batch ;-; I wanna see more of content on Cody, fox and other troopers T-T heck I even love ocs but can't find any. So I figured why not start writing my own fics ✨✨. In the mean time can you guys please recommend me your fav fics 🙂🙂✨

(also pls recommend your fav star wars fics)

#star wars #bad batch #ocs #star wars x reader #the clone wars #fanfic #captain rex x reader #cody x reader #x reader #y/n #bad batch x reader #clones x reader #oc x reader #obi wan x reader #anakin x reader

[rexxdjarin]

Captain Rex Works

~~Fics~~

Captain's Log ✨ Unwritten - The Captain's Log Prequel ✨ Captain's Log!Reader (Mari) x Rex headcanons Captain's Log!Reader (Mari) x Rex fluff Captain's Log!Rex and his son fluff

~~One Shots~~

Under the Same Night Sky Captain Rex x OC: Mari Vontas oneshot A Little Night Off

~~Asks and Thots~~

Rex tries to keep you quiet in the barracks (+ bonus comments)

Rex finds out he likes light choking

Rex finds out he likes choking pt II thots

Practicing your squats distracts gray sweatpants Gym!Rex (+ bonus comments)

Rex with his newborn

Going to sleep and waking up together with Rex

Rex slips it into the wrong hole

Rex Non-Sexual Intimacy Headcanons

Long-term Relationship Stuff with Rex

Rex’s Wedding Vows (+ bonus music!)

Desperation (Waking Rex up for sex ficlet

Rex knows you don't want to drink tonight ficlet

Rex finds out you're insecurities and reassures you ficlet

Rebels!Rex Just Friends? Smut prompts ficlet

Rebels Rex x Reader x Rebels Wolffe threeway ficlet

Post-Zygerria Arc Rex Smut Prompts ficlet/thot

"Beg for it." Sinday Asks prompts with Rex thot

Rex & Holo Net News Reporter! Reader Go Public thot

How Rex & HNNReporter!Reader Meet thot

Rex & HNNReporter!Reader Define the Relationship fluff

HNNReporter!Reader & Rex Break the Tension thot

Sloppy Toppy thot

Affectionate Asks with Rex fluff

Coming Home to you fluff

Shower Blowjobs thot

Rex's First Time Headcanons

Blowing Rex while on a holocall with his COs thot

When Rex loves you fluff

Edging Rex thots

Rex and Mari Affectionate Prompts

Cockwarming Rex thots

Rex Eating You Out thot

Rex as a Dad headcanons

Rex burying himself in you thot

Giving Rex a massage thot

Desperately Horny Rex thot

~~Art~~

Tempting, huh? NSFW art

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[panda-writing]

It was gonna be angst, and now it's really fluffy and I-

I love fluff though.

But is it too much fluff?

#current wip #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #amaya (oc) #reader/oc x captain rex

[clonesuperiority]

I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀

I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?

#Commander Wolffe #Commander Cody #Captain Rex #cody #rex #Kix #wolffe #wolffe x reader #cody x reader #star wars #tbb #the bad batch #tbb season 3 #captain rex x reader #the bad batch season 3 #clone oc #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #rex x reader #echo x reader #fives x reader #star wars celebration #tcw #tbb x reader #clone wars #clone wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfic #clone wars fic

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕚'�� 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴇx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʀᴇx ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ/ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏ, ʟɪɢʜᴛ-ɪꜱʜ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇx, ᴍᴇɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴀɢɢᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 6.2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ɪɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ, ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛʏ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀᴇx ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ. ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ.

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Rex didn’t think she’d be up.

The humming of landing cargo ships and flights of troops had died down on the docks and the thrumming melodic march of clones had stopped hours ago. The 501st had gone back so late from their disastrous mission, General Skywalker didn’t even bother debriefing before sending them all off. Jesse or one of his other rambunctious brothers would typically propose going down to 79’s for a round of drinks to relieve the stress that pent up in their shoulders, but not that time; the life had been sucked out of all of them. Especially Rex.

But despite the failure and upset, the early release by Skywalker gave Rex an excuse to immediately go to her. He could strip himself down to just his boxers and let the warmth expanse of his chest warm her soft, shivering skin in her freezing apartment. She insisted she kept it that cold to save on the cost of running warm air, but he thought it barbaric. How could she put herself through such hell just to cheapen her expenses? Sure, the barracks he and his brothers slept in normally ran colder, but it was simply a way of military. His body ran warm by biology. But hers didn't. And he couldn't bear to imagine her shivering for warmth under the covers when he wasn't there to keep her body at stable temperatures.

At that time at night, she’d typically be asleep. Her apartment complex certainly was; the only sound that echoed through the halls was the droning of some late night holo broadcast. It got louder and louder as he took large, but careful steps to her apartment. He took out his copy of her keys, slotted it in, but as he gently pushed on the door it fell ajar. He hissed.

That can’t be right. She knew better than to leave her door unlocked overnight, when she was at her most vulnerable and easy to attack state. If he was there, if only he was there to lock the door, he’d hold her close, his body between her and the door and whisper softly in her ear how important it is to stay safe, how he’d never forgive himself if something were to happen to her.

He rushed in, despite being so tired he could’ve passed out, worried that she'd see her on the floor, bloodied and injured, or even worse, not there; all her belongings strewn around the apartment. But instead his eyes locked on to hers. She was leaning against the couch cushions but sat on the floor, her messy hair and tired, droopy face only illuminated by the blue light of the holo broadcast she had on in front of her. Her eyes snapped to his and they both immediately softened. Rex could feel all his limbs untense at seeing her.

She was the type of beautiful that he couldn’t even put into words most days; despite constantly expressing his feelings of love and adoration on her appearance and body, it never seemed to truly do her justice in his opinion. She was delicate but firm at the same time. Sometimes it felt like he could lightly caress her and she could shatter into a thousand pieces. Those days were the same nights he’d take her apart with his fingers and tongue and cock, whispering to her words he wished were more eloquent and poetic. She was so soft and nimble, careful and loving to him he couldn’t believe she was even real. But there were also nights she was firm in his arms, gripping onto him like Rex was the last thing holding her between a line of life and death. She’d whisper similar things; how he broke her apart and split her open, place himself in her body, in her cunt and in her heart. But she seemed so tough despite. Rex could never get enough of it.

But now, as she looked up at him with tired eyes and a worried crease in her eyebrows, he couldn’t quite place how her skin might feel if he were to touch her. Soft or hard, sweet or addicting. She whined, feeble and relieved and she stood up. Her body ached; he could feel it from a yard away, but she still kept herself up and walked toward him. He met her in the middle, his still armor clad hands holding her cheeks. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, which was bitten to shreds. She always had that as a bad habit; and he wasn't there to correct her before it was too late.

“Rex…” She muttered. Her hands came up as well, to grip at the chin of his bucket. Dank farrik, he had been so focused on just getting to her and being in her arms, he hadn’t taken off his helmet. “You’re back.”

“And you’re up,” Rex responded to her, a little too quick and automatic. He pulled away for just a moment to get a good grip on her wrist and led her to the front entrance. When they arrived at the door, still ajar from when he had stormed in, she only tilted her head. He groaned softly, frustrated. “You left the door open.”

She blinked and reached for the door, taking the knob in her hand. Not looking up at him, she whispered softly an apology.

“I must’ve forgot.”

She went to close and lock it, but Rex stood there with her.

“Cyare…” He said. He reached over and held her at her waist. The bare skin of her midriff practically lit on fire at the contact with his armor. “You can’t just forget to lock the door.”

She turned around in his arms, with a drowsy look of obliviousness on her face. He’d want to groan and be annoyed at her lack of competence, but he wasn’t thinking so straight either; it was too late at night for either of them to be up and having a serious conversation of safety.

“But nothing happened,” She said, going to bite at her lip again. He quickly pulled her lip away from her teeth and shook his head.

“Kriff, you-” He stopped himself from talking so gruffly. Rex sighed and pulled himself in closer to her, still fully covered head to toe in armor, and softly held her cheek. She melted into his embrace. “I shouldn’t have to explain this, baby.”

The pet name came out like sweet sugar on his tongue. He’d never really called her that out of the bedroom, and only then would it be grunted through so raggedly you could barely make it out. This time, it was full and clear and thoughtful.

Her face fell completely into his hand, closing her eyes in a way that looked like she was fighting her body to not keep them open. She whined again.

“I know,” She whispered, her forehead still worried with wrinkles. Her mouth met the palm of his hand piece, and she kissed it. Rex could’ve sworn he felt it through the layers of metal. “I know, I’m sorry.”

He sighed defeated, moving the hand to hold at her chin, so it didn’t roll back to a somewhat lifeless position it wanted to go.

“Don’t apologize,” He said firmly, but not mean. She tried to give him a smile, but she could barely manage to lift the corner of her lips up. A sickly grin came out. But in her freezing, stark apartment, it warmed Rex’s heart to a temperature not even the hottest days on Tatooine could compete with.

Her hand found his forearm and she led him slowly to her room, opening the door for him and not bothering to turn on the light. In the dark, still only illuminated by the light coming from the holo broadcast still playing in the other room, Rex stripped himself of his heavy armor, grunting and groaning when the pieces finally came out and left him only in scuffed up blacks. She helped him, tutting and clicking her tongue disapprovingly at every deep cut, scab, and rip in his clothes.

“Rex,” She said, one of her thumbs landing on a scab over his wrist and trailing the pad of her finger over it. “How did this happen?”

He grunted as a response, but it wasn’t good enough for her.

“It was a bad mission.”

It still didn’t seem to satisfy her, but no other words came out of him as he got out of his armor. He left the helmet for last, and as she pressed against him, her torso and pelvis against his, both of her hands on either side of the bucket, he hesitated and pulled back. She blinked.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed silent.

“Rex, baby…”

She pulled the same game he did before; using sweet little words that made him melt in her arms. She didn’t use nicknames for him often. It made the times she did an extra amount special. He finally softened in her grasp enough that she was able to lift the helmet off of his head.

The gasp she let out wasn’t as loud in his plugged ears as it actually was. But her hands on his bare skin brought him out of the trance.

He looked at her, naked eyes glued to each other, and he blinked away the sudden tears that came to his face. He couldn’t bear to imagine what might happen if he burst into tears in front of her. He was her protector, her guardian; he couldn’t fall apart in her presence.

But he was so close to.

She went to press his forehead against his, but couldn’t, for the blood that dripped down the side of his face and the gash that covered a good stretch of his hairline had stained his face maroon. A dollop of fresh blood dripped down to his chin. More cuts and scratches adorned his handsome, smoldered face. He’d always been a soldier coming home from war to her, but in their state, late at night and unable to compose themselves, it felt so raw. Unadulterated. Something she had seen before, yes, but never so… undisguised. It practically broke her heart. And he could see it in her eyes.

“Who did this to you?” She asked in a hushed whisper. Her hands came to his shoulders, one of the only parts of his gashed body that wasn’t cut open and massaged them tenderly. It only brought out a low groan from the back of his throat, but no words.

She sniffled. A part of her wanted to stomp her feet and scream, frustrated she couldn’t do for him what he needed. Not if he didn’t talk. He just looked at her with the same amber eyes that were cracked like glass and tears glossed over. She pressed her thumbs hard into his pressure points.

“Why didn’t you go to the medbay?”

Her words and her touch finally coaxed out a loud gulp and his raspy voice,

“I’m fine, cyare,” He said, his hands coming to her waist. He rocked her slowly toward the foot end of her bed. “Let’s just sleep. We’ll go to bed and deal with it when the sun is up.”

Her mouth fell open.

“No,” She refused in a whisper yell, holding onto him tighter. “Baby, you’re hurt.”

His words were even more coarse, if it were possible.

“I told you that I’m fine.” His head dipped down, his chin meeting the top of his chest to hide the anguish over his face. “This happens every time. It’s just in the job.”

Despite his rank in his battalion, they both knew the job meant the task he was bred for; die for the republic. They had talked about it before, usually as the talk that came after a long night at the 79’s. Whenever she joined him and the rest of his brothers, Rex never drank. He became her protector the whole night and once they came home. She’d try to unbuckle his belt, but he'd stop her, and instead the two would talk. And in her intoxicated state, it was when he’d finally say things he had been so scared about saying before. The insecurity he always held deep down with her about his life, more specifically his life with her. How he’d die long before she would and must leave her sooner than later to ease the pain. His feeling of undeserving of his life, undeserving of her love when he was only bred and trained to fight and die for a cause he didn’t even truly believe in, deep, deep, down in his heart. Rex only told her these things when she was drunk; he did it on purpose. Not maliciously, no, but because he didn’t want to deal with what she might say back if she was sober. He guessed that made him just as cowardly as the new cadets he always criticized.

“No, it isn’t,” Her words pierced him and his eardrums finally popped as if it was timed. He pulled his head up and looked in her eyes. “I know it isn’t. You can’t go to bed like this. I can't let you bleed out. Say you’re expendable, but this is not how you’ll die.”

Before he knew it, a thin tear fell down his face and he sighed out a breath deep from his longs. His eyes fluttered close and his eyebrows pushed together. He wanted to knead them with his own hands, but he felt so tired, so done in her arms.

Suddenly, he felt a feather light kiss over his eyelids. First his left, then his right, and he opened his eyes again. She was now teary-eyed too.

“C’mon,” She said; her hands went down to hold his, despite them being bloodied. “Let me take care of you.”

He licked his lips, the metallic stinging of his blood making him wince.

“Okay,” He said, absentmindedly. She grinned softly, the same look as before and he let her take him to the bathroom off the side of her room. “Okay, cyare.”

She flipped the lights on; the blinding radiance of the overhead bathroom light made Rex shut his eyes and cover them with his hand. She laughed softly and led him, his eyes still closed, to sit on the toilet seat.

When his eyes got adjusted, he finally opened them, but not to see her. He almost panicked for a moment. In his state of tiredness, he was almost unable to comprehend anything else happening besides her holding him. But his eyes fell to the drawers beneath the sink and saw her fumbling through them, throwing first aid supplies onto the counter without much thought in it. She hummed anxiously, and put her hands on her hips. She looked over at him apologetically.

“Will you give me a moment?”

He breathed nervously.

Her hand cupped his cheek, but he pulled back. She looked at her own palm; it was now covered in some of the fresh blood that dripped down him. Rex groaned.

“I’m making a mess.”

“No, you’re not,” She assured, turning around and cleaning the blood onto a white towel, leaving it stained in a passionate red. He sighed. “Give me a second, I need to get a cloth for this.” She told him.

He told her okay, take your time, and let her scurry off to grab a cloth to clean him with from somewhere else. But as he sat there, an omniscient hum in his ear that deafened the sound of her footsteps in the house, Rex became wracked with guilt. It had all been his fault; for making her stay up late. He saw the way she hid the bags under her eyes with makeup in the day, but he saw it almost every night they spent together when the layers came off; he kept her up at night. He left her anxiously rocking her legs and cracking her knuckles, clicking her tongue like she was the clock ticking the time; waiting and counting patiently until he came home. He pained her in a way he couldn’t even imagine, despite the torment his own mind dragged him through. His love tortured her enough, it seemed.

When she returned, a pile of neatly folded washing cloth in her arms and antibacterial liquid, he lowered his chin and asked in a deeply apologetic mutter,

“Why were you up?”

“Huh?” She hummed, drowsily oblivious. He wanted to groan, but he knew he mustn’t snap; unless he wanted to hurt the both of them more.

Her fingers came to his chin and she lifted his head up to meet her as she stood. Her other hand, holding the cloth dipped in the liquid, came to dab at the wounds, in that same happy medium he saw in her from before; not soft, but not very rough either. He winced, but not much; the pain he felt in his heart at that moment couldn’t be matched.

“Why were you awake?” He asked again. His lips barely moved, but the words came out articulate. She blinked and shook her head, bit her lip quickly before quickly stopping herself from instinct.

“I couldn’t sleep,” She said. She then shrugged, so carelessly and lying that he could barely handle it.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He said. Rex wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

She didn’t respond for a long moment.

“Cyare.”

“I was waiting for you,” She finally answered truthfully, an ached soreness coming out with her words. He felt relieved to finally hear the words from her, but it didn’t relieve the ache in his own body.

“You don’t have to do that,” He insisted, his eyes falling closed just a little as she began to wash off the dried and bleeding blood. Her other hand came up with a napkin, pressing firm into the gash to try and stop the bleeding.

“I want to,” She said. He shook his head, but she held the sides of his head back into place. Their eyes met and he wanted to melt, or fall into her arms. His instinct told him to just kiss it out, fuck it out, anything but have to tell her that his dedication to the Republic was hurting her.

“Who told you that?” He asked, persistent. Despite his eyes being half lidded as he looked up at her, he could see every little detail of her face clearly.

She shrugged, softer this time and less careless. It hurt less. It felt more like an answer than a dismiss. Despite him being gone a lot, and long time gaps between when they get to see each other more often than not, he practically memorized every little detail about her.

“No one did,” She said. Rex thought she might go on, but instead she went back to diligently clean up his face, her eyes so focused the whites no longer look reddened from lack of sleep. It was almost like she restored her energy from it; like her energy was being restored from being around him more often than not.

Neither spoke while she finished cleaning his face. She closed the gash that had gone across his hairline and gotten rid of the blood that dripped down his face. All the scratches were wiped away to healing patches and the rip on his bottom lip was gone. Or at least it felt so. Her hands, the perfect final remedy to his body, trailed over his face, admiring her work. She dipped down and her lips captured his.

Rex wasn’t expecting it. He was certain there wouldn't be any other state he could’ve been to be prepared for it. But the kiss wasn’t a bad surprise either. He wanted to bring his hands up as well, trail them over her body and pin her against the wall, forget this whole thing kriffing happened, but instead he sat wide eyed as her lips met his. They did flutter close, and he came rather quickly to find her touch warming in a way Rex had never felt before.

When they broke apart, she finally spoke.

“No one did.” She repeated.

He sighed, but it came out more of a groan. Her hands dropped down to the bottom hem of his blacks, looking so disapproving of the little scratches that cut through the fabric. As her hands gripped the soft hem of his shirt, he lifted up his arms and let her slowly peel it off. His skin immediately prickled at the cold air of her apartment. Still in this time of complete vulnerability he managed to get annoyed at how cold her apartment really was.

“Here,” She muttered, going over and holding the shower curtain open. “You should clean up.”

Rex grunted and pushed himself off the toilet seat, watching her diligently as she turned on the water and ran her fingers through the spray the shower head let out, waiting for it to turn warm. He took careful steps until his hands rested on her waist, no longer caring for the stains it might leave. His mouth rested above her ear, his breath a warm gush of air on her neck.

“Join me,” He whispered to her, in the insistent and needy tone she knew was trouble. Not that she didn’t enjoy the kind of trouble he was implying, but even he should’ve known it wasn’t the time.

She slipped away from his grasp and shook her head, persistent. Rex practically whined, following her movements around the bathroom with his arms open.

“You should clean yourself up,” She argued, but her hands couldn’t resist coming to the very top of his chest, where his pecs met his collarbone. “I’ll only distract you.”

She didn’t even realize she was being backed up until the backs of her calves met the marble that separated the flooring from the shower.

“I want you to distract me,” Rex insisted, taking her wrists. She clicked her tongue and one hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Cyare. Please distract me from everything.”

She wanted to say no, because deep inside her she wanted him to talk. Tell her what happened and what was going on in that pretty little head of his. Instead of keeping it to himself and the nights when she would be too drunk to respond, and then too nervous to say anything about it

Despite all of it that plagued her mind, she couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” Rather rushed, her hands came to the hem of her shirt and she lifted it effortlessly, leaving her breasts fully exposed. She then pulled both her sweats and panties down. Following her actions, Rex took off his blacks and boxers. She pushed the shower curtain away and stepped in, guiding Rex in gently before her hands went to his closely cropped bleached hair. It had grown out just a little since he had last cut it, making it possible for her to sink her fingers in and tug at them insistently. He groaned deep from his chest when she did, his neck being sprayed by the warm water.

“Kriff,” Rex muttered as his hands came up to brush against her bare hips. She sighed and brought her arms up, letting her hands meet behind his head. She rocked her slowly, like they were both slow dancing in the rain, or just the spray of the shower. “You’re perfect, you know that right?”

She smiled, the first real smile of the night and shook her head.

“`M not perfect,” She said, and he tutted before pushing her against the wall, taking her thigh and bringing it over his hip. That’s when she could feel him. His whole length, warm and hard against her lower stomach. When she whimpered, her entrance dampening, he nipped at her ear.

“You’re perfect to me,” Rex said, softly kissing the shell of her ear. He rocked slowly against her, trying to relieve himself of the ache that they’d created between both of their legs. “For me. To me. Always good to me.” When her hand crept up again to tug at his hair, he groaned softly into her ear.

“Rex…” She muttered. He pulled away from her side and looked her in the eye. He rocked his hips forward, his tip running over her lower lips up and down, and she moaned softly.

“Please, cyare.” He could see how the worry creases only got darker when he winced trying to pull back from her. This is what he needed. It’s what they both needed, he was sure, to get this whole kriffing situation out of their heads. “I… I need this.”

For a second Rex thought she was going to continue to push back on him, but she finally softened and let her face relax. Her hand came down and took him in her hand, softly stroking him with a sense of love and thoughtfulness so strong, stronger than he’d ever felt it in her touch. She readjusted so the tip was nuzzled into the shallows of her entrance and then looked up at him with doe eyes. His forehead pressed to hers and he groaned in satisfaction. Finally, he could just feel his skin on hers. Get lost in her body and not come up until dawn. Then, he could be able to talk through it with her. Alleviate any anxieties that could possibly be plaguing her mind.

“Then just fuck me already,” She rasped out.

With that, any sense of self restraint broke down. He pushed into her, and like two pieces of hot glass they melded into each other. She moaned, but it was quiet over the sound of his own heart beating. He was trying so hard to get lost in her, that Rex was finding himself getting lost in his own.

He stilled in her, relishing in the warmth that rushed through his body. Not just from the hot water either. He dipped down, looking at her teary eyed and mouth open. Leaving a soft kiss on her lips, he began to roll his hips slowly into her. She sighed.

“Oh…” It came out of her mouth inadvertently, unintentionally. She seemed a disarray under him. But Rex couldn’t seem to make out the exact emotion on her. Fucking would clear it all away though. They could go to bed cuddled up to each other and forget any of this ever happened.

The grip he held on her thigh slipped and she bounced her higher up; he had more access to her soft, unmarked neck. He kept thrusting as he nipped at it. She tugged at his hair again.

Rex groaned.

“Just like that, ner kar’ta,” He rasped, biting at her skin with his front teeth. She gasped, her thighs clenching harder around his waist, pushing his cock in deeper. She moaned, louder at the stretch. It had been so long since they were together like this, so close and sweet and vulnerable.

Rex started to move more, harder and faster, holding her against the shower wall firm and hid his face under her jaw. She could feel the resistance in his body; everything in him was telling him to lay down, rest or open himself in a way he hasn’t that night. But with every thrust he pushed against it. He was too rough for the softness his body begged for.

“I…” The word came out like a mistake from her lips. Rex ignored it, moving his hand so his thumb rested over her clit and rubbed in the part she needed the most with every roll of his hips. She gasped, and moaned against him, her forehead coming to rest against his.

“I worry,” It finally came out. His eyes opened and met hers, which were blown wide and filled with tears. “I want you to talk.”

He stopped for just a moment, processing it, trying to let it sink into his skin and his mind, but then he only thrusted again. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“You… you’ll fuck me like talking it out isn’t an option.” Her nails scratched an itch in his scalp he didn’t now he had and trailed down his neck, to the strong muscles of his back, using it as a rock as he continued to fuck her. “But it is.”

He groaned, from pleasure and from anguish simultaneously, unable to separate the two in his state. Before he knew it, a tear fell down his face, because he knew what she was saying was true.

“It is, but for some reason you think it isn’t…” She said weakly, almost drowned out completely by the water. “And you, oh-”

Her body twitched at one movement, and Rex knew he had found the spot. He knew it would set them back if he kept going, but he had to. If it meant he could feel her quivering thighs around him. He thrusted and hit the spot again, but not with the energy he could’ve. Because still, the part of him that needed to hear what she was saying held him back.

“Y-you should know, I want you to know so kriffing bad,” She practically sobbed , and it broke Rex’s heart. “I’m here, and I want to help you. I’d never let you hurt yourself like this. Fall asleep next to you knowing you’re hurt. I stay up and wait, and you still don’t know why…”

She caught her breath and moaned again when his nail lightly scratched over her clit. He was shaking as well. Both of them were close.

“I worry, Rex.”

With that, he came deep inside her. He knew it was probably unwise to finish inside her without pulling out, but he didn’t have the space to think about that. He kept rocking into her slowly, and she bucked into him, trying to reach her peak as well. But when he softened and pulled out, she rubbed her inner thighs despondent.

When she looked up at him, tears had stained his face. His eyes were shut so hard it could’ve etched permanent marks. His breath shallow, he finally peeled open one eyelid, saw the precipice he left her on, and immediately dropped down to his knees.

He ate her out for what felt like years, cleaning up her blemished thighs and holding her in place until she finally came as well. She could barely hold herself up, but he did all the hard work, her thighs over his shoulders as he continued to lazily lick circles as the aftershocks of her orgasm crashed over her.

Despite the pressure her thighs had over his ears and the thrumming of the shower, he could still hear her clearly repeat, over and over.

“I worry, I worry, and I'm sorry.”

Rex finally came up for air and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the crown of her head.

“I know you do,” He finally said, and she sighed, a mix between defeated and relieved.

She grabbed a tub of shampoo, and languidly began to lather his hair with it. His eyes fluttered close and he groaned, satisfaction that ran deeper than the warm touch flowing through his veins. He poured some into his hands as well and washed her, slowly gathering all of her hair and taking extra care to assure that none of it got into her eyes. As they cleaned each other up, lovingly and without any rush, he asked her:

"Can you make a promise for me?"

She nodded eagerly.

"I don't want you to worry," He shook his head, disapproving at the mere idea of her having to worry another day about him. "And I'd do anything so you don't..."

He let out a shaky breath, before he said what she had been dying, wishing to hear for far too long.

"I'll talk to you. Kriff, I'll tell you everything about my day. Every single detail. The good stuff, the bad stuff, all of it. Nothing left out. Can you please promise me, you won't worry? That you won't stay up late at night waiting for me?"

She wrapped her arms tight and secure around his neck, looking up at him and blinking away tears that threatened to fall down her face.

"A-As long as you talk," She said. "And you let me take care of you the way you deserve."

With that, Rex nodded, and kissed her hard and sweet under the water, gripping onto her like she was the only thing keeping him afloat. Her hands came up to his hair and continued scrubbing out the hair products, still methodically cleaning him. Once they broke away, she fully got back to work giving him everything she could.

“We lost Friar,” He told her as she was disinfecting cuts over his stomach. An outlying droplet of conditioner fell down the side of his face, but he couldn’t find the energy to wash it away. It dripped down his chin and onto her chest as he spoke. “He was that shiny I told you about. The one that always insisted he get all the boys’ cafs. Never got an order wrong once.”

He continued to list the brothers he lost that mission. In all the crossfire and colliding with cascading rocks on the canyon covered planet they found themselves on. Sev, their medic in action had been trying to patch up the gash on Rex’s face when he got shot down by some clankers. Commander Tano and Bits had gotten cornered by a mountainous beast not even the most educated of their battalion could identify and Bits had taken it down before getting impaled. A shiny who hadn’t even gotten his name yet lost his hand. The mission had left so many of his brothers littered over the grounds, and for what? They were told there was a separatist base, yet there was not one in sight. General Skywalker with his force sensitivity couldn’t even sniff it out.

“It just…” He gasped out, suddenly overcome with a strong feeling in his gut. “Just reminded me how expendable me and my brothers are. How worthless we are to the Republic. And I almost forgot…”

“Stop,” she interrupted. Her hands came up to push away water that fell down his face and looked into his amber eyes. “People like the chancellor have obviously never met a clone. They’ve never met you.”

He pursed his lips before he relaxed and sighed. His eyes fluttered a bit, almost closing, but they stayed glued to hers.

“You’re the least ‘expendable’ person I've met. In every definition.” She went on her tip toes and pulled him down to give him a full kiss on his lips. “You know the name of every one of your brothers in the 501st. I'm sure I could quiz you and you’d get a perfect 100.” That was able to crack a smile on his face, brightening them both. “When you arrive home before me, you set out clothes and a towel. You never finish anything in the kitchen. Even if there's barely any left, you leave it for me to finish. You're one of the greatest things that's happened to me.”

Rex almost couldn’t believe what she was saying. For once, unlike all the nights he spent pouring out those thoughts while she was drunk, she responded. And it was exactly what he had hoped she’d say. What he imagined her saying in scenarios late at night if she fell asleep before him and left him to think. Somehow, she managed to be even more perfect for him.

He was so lost in her eyes and the world she created for the two of them, it took him a few moments to notice that she turned the shower off and guided him out. He blinked and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, watching as she dried herself off and grabbed her hairbrush. He stood behind her, almost like a looming tower over her body as she softly brushed her hair, letting it rest on her bare shoulders as she pulled on the panties and sweatpants she left on the cold tiles of the bathroom.

“Come to bed with me?” He asked. She grinned, shaking her head, but they both knew she wasn’t refusing. It was rare that she could say no to Rex in this state.

She quickly flicked off the lights, put on a shirt (which just so happened to be one of his that he always liked to leave at her place), and followed him devoutly before falling into his embrace on the bed. The moment she was fully wrapped in his tight hug, his arms hard and warm against her cold skin, she had no worries running through her mind.

“You’re perfect, you know,” He said, lovingly stroking her hair behind her ear. “Have my whole heart. Ner kar’ta, cyar’ika.”

She smiled into his neck and traced circles on his shoulder blade, finally feeling truly warm in the cold depths of her apartment the whole night.

"Yet you say that like you're not."

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[hetalianskywalker]

A Name Day

Summary: Captain Rex finds out it’s your Name Day.

Author’s Note: Captain Rex x Fem! Reader Birthday Fic. This includes two of my OCs from my Republic Intelligence squad: Tune and Moxie. Reader also has an OC mouse droid named Chirp. It gets a little sad at the end, but it’s mostly fluff and shenanigans.

Warnings: Swearing and I’m pretty sure that’s it.

Word Count: 1267

Thank you for reading!

Thank the maker for hot showers. You tune out the galaxy as you wash; this is the first time you have been alone in weeks. You love the two clones who help you with intelligence work; you truly did, but some peace and quiet was a nice change of pace.

However, today would not be peaceful for you and the same duo would be responsible.

***

“Moxie.” The clone commando doesn’t respond. He continues scrolling through the datapad for something specific.

“Moxie!?” Tune hisses a little too loudly. They froze, but neither hear the shower turn off.

“What?” Moxie turns to glare at the clone pilot. The squeak of the mouse droid beside Tune makes him groan in annoyance. While Tune wouldn’t tattle on him to you, Chirp would without a shadow of a doubt. The countless times in between missions the droid had tripped him told Moxie all he needed to know.

“What are you looking for?” Tune looks exasperated, having been looking forward to not thinking during leave. Stopping Moxie from snooping through their commanding officer’s datapad in her apartment was not a stressor he wanted to deal with.

“Captain Rex’s comm number.” Tune was taken aback by that answer.

“Why do you need that exactly?” Moxie rolls his eyes in response as he turns to continue scrolling. Chirp beeps impatiently and Moxie grits his teeth in response.

“It’s our Special Agent's Name Day.” Tune blinks, having not expected that from the brash and uncaring commando. Chirp gives a shriek in surprise and both clones quickly shush him.

“It’s her Name Day and if he hasn’t commed…” Tune thinks out loud before Moxie annoyedly finishes it.

“She obviously hasn’t told him or anyone else for that matter.” He grumbles, slumping back in the chair. He roughly slides a hand through his unruly red Mohawk as he turns to glare at the unhelpful datapad. “And I can’t find her kriffing comm or his comm number.”

“Why not just check his file back on base?” Tune resists the urge to rub his temple as he begins to take his own comm out.

“I totally didn’t think of that earlier.” Moxie huffs and waves him off like his suggestion was the dumbest idea ever. Tune considers strangling him right then and there for the fifth time that day. “She would be able to see I’d used it. Most of the vode are so lucky they don’t have to deal with all this intelligence bantha shit.”

“Well, if your gonna be an ass, you can find it on your own then.” The pilot snarks as he turns to leave. Moxie hops up immediately.

“Wait!? Come on!” As he moves to stop him, Moxie feels his boot snag on a too-familiar metal box. The mouse droid bursts into binary laughter as the commando barely catches himself on your kitchen counter. He growls as it sped away before Moxie could crush him.

Tune’s whole body was shaking with laughter, even under the larger soldier’s intimidating glare. He tosses him the comlink and Moxie quickly takes the info he needs.

“She gave it to me in case of emergencies.” He explains as Moxie tosses his comlink back. “And for all intents and purposes, I had nothing to do with this scheme of yours.”

“Who? Me? Scheme?” Moxie grins victoriously. “No clue what you mean.”

Tune rolled his eyes and left the apartment, content to hear about the aftermath later. He also needs to figure out what to give you for your Name Day.

“Not my circus, not my Kowakians.”

***

Rex was exhausted and he didn’t want to answer his comm. He does though.

“Captain Rex, sir.”

“Yes?” Rex slumps back in his office chair. He had been filling out holo documents on the most recent battles while on the way to the next one. “Who is this?”

“Moxie, Cardinal Squad's new heavy gunner.” The other man answers confidently and with a bit too much pride. Rex can remember you mentioning you had a new member on your team… who drove you insane. As you said in your own words, he is fantastic at his job, but makes you wanna pull your hair out.

Then he feels his stomach twist into knots. Was something wrong with you? If so, why hadn’t Tune contacted him? No, you were probably fine; he wouldn’t sound this upbeat if you were hurt.

“And I thought you should know that…”

“Moxie?” Rex immediately relaxes upon hearing your voice. “Why are you here? Is everything okay?”

He could then hear the rapid-fire beeping of your mouse droid along with the commando cursing. Then, it is deadly silent.

“Rex, hang up the comm.” Your voice rings out; it is quiet enough he can hear you take a step forward. He hears Moxie shuffle up to his feet in response.

“Don’t do that. I have something important to tell you.” Honestly, he was impressed Moxie kept going. His girl is intimidating when you cross her.

Then, it descends into madness. There are a bunch of muffled movements, Moxie laughing, and you demanding he give you the comm. Rex is pretty sure Moxie was holding the comlink up out of reach and you kept trying to fight the commando’s comparatively massive height. Kriff, he wishes the holo attachment was on these comlinks so he could see this; he barely holds in his laughter.

“Moxie, don’t you…”

“Today is her Name Day!”

“Moxie!?” You embarrassedly shriek as you finally get a hold of the comlink.

“I… what?” The captain wracks his brain, trying to remember if you had ever told him. Osik, he could not have forgotten your Name Day.

“She didn’t tell any of us, so don’t feel bad, sir.” He can hear Moxie’s grin in his voice before the sound of him being hit upside the head. Rex almost smirks at the accompanying ouch.

“I didn't tell you 'cause we were both busy! I didn’t want to be a bother. It wasn’t anything you did.” Rex half smiles as he hears your quick plea, not wanting him to misunderstand.

“And with everything going on with my homeworld, I…” You let your voice pitter out and it becomes clear to Rex why this would be hard for you. Your homeworld had been part of some of the first planets to join the Separatists a year ago; it makes sense that your Name Day would make you homesick.

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s your Name Day.” Rex said gently.

“But I do. I’m sorry.” Chirp gives a loud beep and he hears you curse under your breath.

“Yeah, you better run, Mox. You’re dead kriffing meat.” Rex tries to stop the laughter from escaping, but it does anyway. You smile from half a galaxy away, even if you’re still annoyed with the whole situation.

“I forgive you.” Your Captain says after a moment with a sigh. “Just know I want to celebrate you. It’s not a burden. So, please… um tell me things like that. Okay?”

You feel your face grow warm. It had been a while since he was obviously awkward talking with you.

“Alright. I promise.” You whisper and force yourself not to apologize again. You talk for a bit longer after about both your upcoming missions; you both stay on longer than you should, just enjoying each other's company.

But, of course, you’re both delaying the inevitable.

“I have to go.” His voice suddenly drains of energy, resigned.

“I know. Stay safe.”

“Same goes for you. Happy Name Day, Senaar.” He disconnects the comm call right after. You feel all warm and fuzzy, but your eyes sting.

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[mh073099]

“I’ll Find You” - Captain Rex x Reader Fic Part 3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Sexual Harassment- a bit. Themes of Torture, Terrorism, Murder, our girl is a separatist spy okay she's not the good guy yet. Age Gap- 18/19 to a 24/25. Don't Worry not for long, I am a fan of age gaps.

Author Note- SOOOOOoooo It has been a really Long time since I posted anything for this and almost abandoned it but I reread it earlier and got some inspiration again, to anyone that cares reading this. Also, pay attention to the time stamps.. they will be important in the future.

Gif rights to creator

Part 3

Paris, France 05/21/2067 01:45

As we sat down in the café, I suddenly felt awkward. Here I was, sitting down with the first person in ages that really noticed me, regardless of if it was real or not. I felt naked. Laid bare under his gaze. 

“Relax, princess. I’m not going to bite.” He smiles at me. Never in my life has someone smiled at me this much. 

“Not even if I ask nicely?” I snark back, leaning forward onto the table with my hands. Rex just looks at me, smirk on his face, not taking the bate. 

“You know what’s scary?” I ask him. I’m unable to help myself.

“What?”

“Knowing that you could destroy everything I’ve ever known, and yet I think I’d let you.” What the fuck am I saying? And that thought must be showing on my face because he starts to speak again.

He regards me carefully. “Maybe that’s what you need,” comes out slow and soft.

“I don’t need saving.” I look him square in the eyes.

“I’m not taking about saving you. I’m taking about freeing you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I feel we are dancing around the obvious.

“Hmmm. Tell me something about yourself. Something honest, real.” He asks while sipping his hot chocolate. He looks so normal, so calm and at peace. While we sit here and dance around elephants in the room. 

“Oh, well I don’t know. Um… I speak 6 languages.” I offer up. Kinda at a loss to answer, for Am I really that much of a person? I do what I’m told. I am the makeup of ash and ember that has been molded by pain, over and over again. My whole life is a lie. A secret. Something I cannot share, for the so called greater good. Honest? Something Real? Am I even real? These thoughts aren’t ones I should be having. Conversations like this lead down a dark road.

“Wow, that is impressive.” He really does look impressed by that fact. “What Languages? Even though that’s not what I meant by my question, obviously. But I have to ask.”

“Maybe I am Deflecting.”

“You are most definitely deflecting.” Then he looks at me expectantly.

“Well, English obviously,” earns me the low chuckle that I am growing to adore. “As well as French, Spanish, Geonosian, Huttese, and Kittat.”

His head snaps up from where he was drinking his coffee. “Kittat? That’s a dead language, used by- “

“Yes, The Old Empire. My mother is a historian. Translated a few things for the republic. Taught me as she was teaching herself.” The lie falls easy and quick from my mouth. The dead language isn’t as dead as everyone thinks. It’s what the separatists use to pass information along. An Illegal language has its benefits.

Which of course he brings up. “Mhhmm. And Isn’t it an illegal language?” He cocks his head; his eyes harden the slightest bit.

"Technically yes but Historians like my mother have permits and clearances for such things. Teaching me? Now that wasn’t necessarily legal but what kind of government prohibits a whole language? Its just words.”

“Dangerous words” he counters carefully.

“As if words in any other language can’t be dangerous?” I lean back. “It was William Douglas said ‘The most important aspect of freedom of speech is freedom to learn. All education is a continuous dialogue- questions and answers that pursue every problem on the horizon.’ Without the freedom to criticize, question and challenge the dominant narrative, societies cannot make progress.” I finish with a huff.

Rex leans back, with a smile on is lips, and something bright gleaming in his eyes. “You’re very passionate about this.”

“There is only passion.”

Rex pauses, licks his lips and smiles. “Of course, you’re 100% right about freedom of speech. But progress is slow. We must learn from the past. Not repeat it.”

“And isn’t that what’s happening?”

“I don’t think so. I work for a great senator, Her efforts and even the quiet efforts of her husband have shown that they actually care for their people. And truly want to make the world a better place. The right way.”

“What’s your job title exactly?” I bait him.

“What’s yours?” 

I sigh. He had me there. “Hmm.” The right way. Is there really such a thing as right and wrong? Or did it come down to Just you and them? Two sides of the same coin? I look down at my hands, unable to look him in the eye anymore. “Still feel like you’re following me.”

“Maybe it’s not you I am following.” His response makes me freeze, and then surprisingly relax. That is a loaded response…but maybe. Just maybe.

He reaches his hand down across the table, pinky touching mine and interrupting my thoughts.

I loop my pinky with his. Looking down at our entwined fingers. His pinky finger is calloused but warm. I hope he couldn’t tell how sweaty my hand was while being hooked on my pinky.

“Where do you see yourself five years from now?” I asked, still staring at our pinkies.

His inhale makes me look up, and I can’t make the expression on his face. “You don’t ask easy questions.”

“You’re one to talk.” I fire back.

We both dissolve into giggles. I just feel giddy, and his smile in intoxicating. For the first time, I feel clean. Like I don’t have to hide. 

“In five years? A promotion, with better pay and better hours. My schedule now is nowhere near stable, but a set work schedule would be nice. And hopefully, a relationship. I’m a little young to think about starting a family, but I want that someday, and in 5 years, I hope to have that person by my side.” He answers, taking hold of my whole hand as he finishes.

“Hmm. That sounds nice.” I say absent mindedly, imaging what a family would even feel like.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” He squeezes my hand in reassurance.

Dead. For a cause that I am not even sure I believe in.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Right now, my work keeps me busy, as well as in the moment. Success is seen in immediate results. Long term is not something I am looking at yet” I try to keep it vague.

“You haven’t thought about it?” He pushes.

But pushing starts to irritate me, and I snap back with, “I’m young, what’s there to worry about? Who cares for future.” I say in a huff. A dark look overtakes my face and I pull my hand away. Hands in my lap, looking at him in all his handsome goodness. Curse life for dangling him in my face. His eyes are filled with sympathy as if he could possibly understand what it was like to not know what happens tomorrow. To have your fate completely out of your own hands.

“Princess, you asked the question.” He pauses then leans a little more forward. He looks so open. “I don’t know what you’re caught up in. But I have friends. People that could help-“

“Woah let me stop you right there. I do not need saving. I am perfectly fine thank you very much. I don’t know what you think you know, But I can tell you, You are wrong. I have a well paying job that provides for me, I get to travel, I-“ I loose track of where I was going with this. How do you try and stand up for living a life you don’t want? “Rex,” I sigh. “I’m fine. You will just come to find that I tend to be pessimistic at times.” I offer up.

He just looks at me, taking in the sight of me. I wonder what he sees?

Then he reads my mind and goes, “When I look at you, I see a strong, beautiful ruthless young woman with her whole life ahead of her. But you have this look in your eye. You’re not happy. Not even close.”

“How do you know?” I shake my head.

“I recognize that look because I used to stare at it in the mirror every day. Until I found a way to stop living like that.” He offers. Rex cocks his head at me, looking concerned and sympathetic. I hate it. I can’t understand why he cares.

“Sounds easy.”

“Hardly.”

The silence seems comforting. I don’t feel as alone as I normally do.

“I’d gladly let you ruin me if you asked.” Left my mouth unbidden.

First, I see surprise flash across his face. Determination settles in its place.

He pulls out a card, and slides it across the table. I don’t look at it, just slip it in my pocket.

Rex goes to say something, But at that moment, the door to the 24-7 café we’re in opens.

When I connect with his eyes, all I feel is dread. The anger is rolling off him in waves. The card heavy in my pocket.

Rex must notice the color drain from my face because he turns slightly and catches sight of Maul.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper to Rex, as Maul approaches with long strides. He arrives at our little table in just a few steps.

“Let’s go.” Is not question. “I’ve been requested to make sure you arrive home safe. Your mother was worried.” His deep voice oozes with thinly veiled venom and misplaced passiveness.

“Is everything all right?” I hear, Rex’s tone firm, calm and dangerous. I look over at him, and the look he is shooting at Maul rocks me off balance. He looks positively murderous. Never could I image his face set in stone like this.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Maul sneers, slowly moving his gaze to Rex. The heat in their stare was almost Nuclear. As if at any moment, they would collide and explode on each other, leaving devastation in their wake.

"Everything is fine John,” I quickly say making sure not to give his real name out, hand reaching out to his and I go to stand up.

His gaze shifts to me and his eyes soften. “It was nice talking to you princess. Stay Safe out there.”

I softly smile and look to Maul. His eyes burn me, promising trouble that he will enjoy, and that I certainly will not. “Well? Let’s go then.” I bark out bitterly.

We turn and leave.

It took everything in me not to look back.

 Paris, France 05/21/2067 02:15

The whole drive was silent on the way back to the manor, but the smugness was rolling off Maul in waves. I didn’t know what lied ahead of me. But I did know one thing. Rex knew I was trouble. This could go one of two ways. I could give rex up, milk him for what he knows and dispose of him. The thought twisted painfully in my chest, and it became hard to breath. Or I could toss Rex a bone. Slowly bring down the cause. I’d be betraying everything I had known. But what was a cause that killed and stole for their own gains? An Ideal that the Republic is the oppressor while simultaneously oppressing not only those they deem an enemy to the cause, but to their very supporters as well. That idea made the weight on my heart ease a bit.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

When we arrived at the manor, I was hesitant. The place held a blanket of doom that did little to keep the cold out. Maul stalked forwards while I meekly followed behind. I was scared. Maul was excited.

We entered the haunted manor and made our way to the main parlor. In the room stood the Count, my Mother, and Him. The Chancellor of the separatist movement. Everything about him was absolutely Sidious. My mother’s face was blank. Just an empty shell with her face. The Count looked bored. Maul looked like a dog, drooling for a bone.

“Hello, my darling girl.” His voice was like poison. It took everything in me not to flinch. “I have a job for you.”

Here. We. Go.

  Paris, France 05/21/2067 04:00

I lied there, in my own blood and vomit. Left alone to pick myself up.

The Humiliation of this night will forever be burned into my spine. All for what?

To test my strength, He said. To assure everyone but more importantly to assure myself, that I have the will to continue this path. To kill doubt that lingers within myself and within our circle about my abilities. After all, I was just a young girl. They needed proof of my loyalty. My undying loyalty. To remind myself that Peace is a lie. To become what I pretend to be, he said. To prove I am enough for this job, that I will see it through. No matter the pain, the costs.

“Tell me, do you have anything to say for yourself? To prove yourself worthy?” In all his Sidious might, he stood over me. Brand still glowing, the smell of burning flesh overtaken my senses. I looked over at my mother. She looked at me as if I was nothing. I didn’t recognize her anymore. 

Turn back to him, Looking him in the eye. “There is no peace, only passion.”

 His smile is wicked, and he continues.

  Paris, France 05/24/2067 13:47

I lay in bed, just staring at the wall. Ace by my side. I have to keep him from trying to lick my wounds.

I need to get up. I need a plan out of this. This…this isn’t me, right?

“Peace is a lie, there is only passion.”

I sit up, pushing myself through the pain.

“Through Passion, I gain Strength.”

Standing up was hard. My legs gave out, and I had to learn heavily on the bed until I could get my feet underneath me.

“Through Strength, I gain Power.”

I slowly make my way over the mirror.

“Through Power, I gain Victory”

The Woman looking back at me is unrecognizable.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.”

A lie. All I see are chains.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.” I repeat.

Tears cloud my vision, and I am filled with rage.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.”  I whisper, before I slam My fist into the full-length mirror.

My knees hit the floor, digging into glass. I relish the pain.

“I am set Free.”

I reach for the Card.

Paris, France 05/24/2067 13:59

He picks up after the first ring. “Hello?” His voice deep, and rumbles through me. I take a deep breath.

“Did you know?” I ask, voice hoarse and sore, but full of force. No room for argument. 

“Princess, is that you?” I ignore the butterflies in my stomach at the nickname.

“Rex. Did you know when we first met? Back in D.C.?” I ask again. There’s no way he didn’t know now. Not with the way our late-night conversation went.

He sighs. “No. I didn’t know back then.” 

“You Promise?”

“I promise.”

“When did you find out?” My voice breaks.

His voice is soft when he replies, “I didn’t find out until after seeing you that afternoon at the cafe. I went back to the embassy after that and... well.”

I took a deep breath. He was honest with no hesitation. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did. I believed it deep in my bones. 

“You let me walk away.” My vision starts to get blurry.

“I knew you’d make the right choice in the end. I believe in you.”

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I whisper.

“Princess, are you ok? The other night you-

I choke out a laugh. “Yeah. I’m fine. Tell you’re bosses I’ll help. That’s what their expecting right?” 

I let out a sniffle. God, I’m really doing this.

“Look, Let’s talk about th-”

“No. No talking. One condition. You’re the person I talk to. No one else.”

A sigh. “I wish you would stop interrupting me.” His voice holds 1000s emotions, and I can’t place any of them. 

“Get used to it. Good-bye Rex. I’ll keep in touch.”

I hung up the phone. 

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NEXT CHAPTER YAAAYYY

gonna be honest I’m kinda rlly fucking sick rn but I finally finished the thing so have it (I don’t think it’s very good but it’s the best I can manage it) SO ANYWAY AS ALWAYS;

chapter summery: As the Terrans join the Republic forces some cultural differences quickly make themselves apparent.

chapter summery in bad memes I found online:

Nevaeh and the other Terrans for half this chapter:

yeah that’s all I can manage to say rn lol pls enjoy!!

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Greetings Oh Glorious Karrde!

I come to you once more with Rec's a plenty!

@the-rain-on-kamino has not only given us a heart achingly sweet Commander Cody Fic with Time After Time (and yes you must sing the title) But also a new Clone Commando series with the Omega Squad in Off the Grid. Plus the most Romantic looking stroll through Pabu . Ma gurl got us covered!

@daimyosprincess has hit us with not one but TWO Boba AU's and LORD! The sweetness that is This tender love contrast with the Short but HOLYSHITE-ness of Worth the Risk.

@pickleprickle with Chapters 2 and 3 of Shattered Sunrise with Mace (The head badass himself) Windu... I may be bias.

On the Art Side of things

@snw-faatuatua Did this AMAZING Art of Hunter with traditional Moko facial tattoo. I literally can't get over how cool this is!

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@pinkiemme with the band batch, aka all our favorite men on the stage and KILLING IT! plus music!!

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@the-californicationistcal has me in a tizzy with Riptide. uh yeah grumpy military guys... I have a type.

@bluegiragi has an entire COD 141 monster AU that has me hanging on every pannel of the comic. I will caution that it is Cannon typical violence. but the origin story for The Wraith is so cool and the Art is just... go check it out.

I have a few others but I'm still finishing up with reading but will send along ASAP! Much love and Happy Reading! (Pictured below me racing every week to put in the recs)

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One shot (Idk why I always call them this because you know they’ll have more than one part but anyways…) - Sargent Hunter (Peep Captain Rex)

Warnings:

18+, Angst, Flirting, Smut, Yeah Idk I'm bad at warnings. Rex heartbreak 🫣 sorry but he's not gunna get the girl this time 😅

Masquerade (Part One)

Summary:

I'm going to use an OC's name who I have created in my mind but not written for yet, Circe for this fic but feel free to read it as whoever you want. I'm just not a fan of using y/n. Also you must know, I'm a huge Ghost fan and will be using their music specifically, Dance Macabre. That was definitely the inspo for this!

When Hunter originally invited me...I honestly was going to say no...I mean its not that I don't like the guy because I do...I really do but, I felt like the only reason he asked me was because he felt like he had to....and now here I am...being stood up...

The air is filled with music as I lean against the pillar, watching as couples dance along. What a stupid idea...I knew he wouldn't come...why would someone like him be interested in someone like me... Glancing down at the cold glass in my hand, I watch  as the condensation drips down the side. I swirl the glass, the soft clink of the ice against the glass hitting my ears as the whiskey swirls it around. Quickly downing the rest of it, I feel the need adjust my dress - which honestly was my new favorite - before glancing across the room in the large frameless mirror, my reflection (or the whiskey) providing me with a bit of confidence.

My dress is a bright red at the bottom and it makes it way up my body it obmres from that bright red, to black, to a deep blood red at my neck. The neckline comes to a point between my collar bones before splitting off into two thin straps that trace their way back over my collar bones and over the back side of my shoulders, plunging down my back. Crossing my arms that are covered to my elbow in black lacy gloves, I shiver briefly recalling that my back really is quite exposed.

My hair is braided with gold jewelry throughout, to one side of my head and falls in loose curls to my shoulder. The golden skull mask that reaches down my face stoping just above my painted red lips, shines in the lighting. I mentally thank Kirffing Maker no one can see the likely pathetic look on my face.

I watch through the mirror as Captain Rex of the 501st, dressed in a black and blue tux with silver accents, makes his way over to me. Rex was the first one I told about being invited by Hunter. His reaction was not one I had expected, it was like he was disappointed.

"Everything alright?" His voice is gentle and kind but not the one I was looking for. Sighing I turn to face him, "I think I'm being stood up." The smile on his face drops as he scans the room before turning back to me "Hunter didn't show?" I shake my head.

Rex hums to himself in thought, "You're welcome to join the boys and I if you want?" His kind gesture brings a smile to my face but I'm not really in the mood for Fives and Hardcase with their antics. "That's very kind Rex, but I think I'm alright for now" I flash him a small smile and watch as his eyes dart down to my lips for a moment.

His actions cause my smile to grow, "Starting to wish you had invited me Captain?" I tease. Rex and I are long time friends and often tease one another so naturally I couldn't help myself. However, I won't lie...he does look good in that suit...

Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, he blushes like he's been caught, "No sir, but it's too bad Hunter's missing out." I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove back in the direction of the rest of the 501st. He laughs before giving me a lazy salute and starts to head back towards his battalion.

He stops suddenly and spins on his heel facing me again, "Circe?" "Yes Rex?" I sass, sort of not meaning to but also sort of meaning to. A grin spreads across his face as he strides back over to me, "Will you dance at least dance to one song with me?" he says rubbing his neck once again. I relax my shoulders and smile "Sure."

I offer him my hand in an overly exaggerated way. Rex chuckles and shakes his head at me before his gloved hand slides easily into mine. He gently leads me out to the dance floor, the bottom of my dress rustling behind me. He pulls my hand up to his shoulder while my other hand falls on his bicep, which is quite firm under my grasp. Looking into my eyes, they practically ask if he can touch me. He is always so respectful, one of the many qualities I always appreciated about him. Nodding my head, his hands fall gently on my waist making me feel tiny. I feel several sets of eyes on me, looking me over. I happen to notice Tup was blushing and smiling at me next to his partner - who was looking at me jealously.

Rex and I start to sway along to the music, bringing my attention back to him. For a moment, I'm out of breath as I look into his eyes. He ways such a good dancer, knowing exactly when he needed to step, or spin me around. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, it was so enjoyable. Swaying like this felt like floating on a cloud and I find myself closing my eyes, momentarily forgetting the bitter feeling in my stomach because Hunter didn't show.

But there it was...that tiny voice in the back of my head whispering thoughts of what it would be like if Hunter was in Rex's place. How would he hold me? His touch? Would it send shivers down my spine?

Rex huffs a gentle laugh, "I'm glad you are at least starting to enjoy yourself." Opening my eyes, I feel a bit of shame for thinking about Hunter in the present of Rex - especially because I'm pretty sure I know how Rex feels about me. I can't lie, a part of me had always been attracted to Rex but the other part of me knows we're better friends. Suddenly I realize how lose we are and he closes the gap, leaning in closer. A mix of his scent and alcohol on his breath reaches my nose, as a nervousness bumbles up from my stomach "I-uh-" I stutter before clearing my throat. He seems to understand and backs off sheepishly.

"I should uh- check on the others. Make sure they stay out of trouble" he says rubbing the back of his neck. He turns like he's about to walk away but stops suddenly. Looking down I realize I'm whats preventing him, hand firmly wrapped around his wrist.  We both look down at my hand before making eye contact, and I let go of him.

"Rex, it's okay. I understand but please know you're like a brother to me." I'm sure my words stung but it was all I could come up with at the moment. With a curt nod, he makes his exit and I immediately guilt washes over me - Poor guy didn't deserve that but he'll understand. For a spit second, a part of me wishes I could change my feelings but my heart pulls me towards Hunter. It always has since that day...My eyes dart around the room and I realize I'm in the middle of the dance floor...alone. I mentally curse myself before deciding after that exchange it's time for another drink and some air.

Leaning against the bar, I order another whiskey on the rocks. While I wait for the bar tender to fill my order I tap my fingers on the bar impatiently. After a few moments, I curse myself for doing that because I did just get my nails done...

The bar tender pulls me from my thoughts by sliding the glass over to me, the ice clinking against the sides. I nod my thanks and take a sip. The burning liquid making it's presence known the entire way to my stomach, I welcome the feeling as if to punish myself for not being good enough for the man I'm crushing on.

Once my glass is empty, I slide it back across the bar and head towards the balcony. The elegance of the doors stops me in my tracks for a moment - this feels like a scene out of one of those cheesy holofilms I've been forced to watch with Echo before...I love him but this is so cliche. I grab the silver handles before gently pushing them open. The curtains sweep across the floor following the sudden air flow.

Part Two here.

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