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Remain By His Side Chp.9 Constellations
Chp.8
cw: Talk of dead family members, constellations, grief, bottling feelings, Leon needs a hug, chaste kiss
Your family was slowly recovering. Slowly…
The holidays and family gatherings would never be the same.
Where your older brother would drink himself under a table, there was silence.
Where your aunt and uncle would huddle in a corner, speaking on the phone with someone from Umbrella, there was emptiness.
Where Sherry would laugh and play with your other cousins close to her age, she remained seated, keeping silent.
Your other family members also knew, but no one said anything. No one wanted to finally point out the massive chasm that was present. You’d say ignorance was bliss, but this wasn’t ignorance. This was just a refusal of acknowledgement.
Still, You tried not to think about it.
Especially today, Leon’s last night home before he returned for more military training.
Again.
You’ve gotten used to it. Leon returns for too short of a time and disappears again.
It hurts your heart every time, but you remain silent. He didn’t need your emotions distracting or annoying him. He needed to focus. Focus on himself. To heal from Raccoon City.
Your parents invited him over for dinner. Your mother loved him. She was treating him a lot like she did you and your siblings. He was another son to her. Someone she hugged and loved the same way she did all her children.
A replacement for our brother, you once heard your younger brother mumble during 4th of July, Our brother dies and mom and dad just grab the closest pathetic military boy they saw.
You hadn’t seen your sister so angry. She was always the calm and responsible one. But that day, she physically lashed out, and your brother had a scar under his eye from the strike.
If Leon knew what happened…
No, you didn’t mention. You didn’t bring it up. No one else did. Not your sister. Not your little brother.
No one wanted to ruin the atmosphere of the night, so instead, everyone just talked about everything else. You spoke about medical school. Your sister about her job. Your brother about his fraternity. Sherry about her own classes. Your parents about their lives.
Yes. It was perfect. Nothing was missing. No grief was hanging in the air. This was a good family. One that had adopted Leon out of love and care. Not out of a need to replace anyone.
That's what you told yourself.
“Thank you.” Leon’s voice startled you from your thoughts. You perked up, looking back to see him in the doorway. Your confusion must’ve been obvious because he spoke again, “For…your family. Taking me in.”
“Oh.” you smiled softly and patted the space next to you, inviting him to sit down, “You don’t need to thank me. My family loves you.”
He gave you the smallest grin before plopping down onto your left, “No, I do. I…Don’t really know what else to…” Leon’s voice was soft, but unsure, “I haven’t really had much of a family for a while…” He rubbed the back of his neck, a tick whenever he seemed embarrassed or flustered.
“You don’t need to talk about it, if you don’t want to.” You gave him a ticket to stop, knowing it may be a deep wound. You knew it's been years since his parents died, but…
Well, how could anyone get over that?
“No, it's just…been a while since I thought about it.” He took a deep breath and looked at the sky.
“Oh.” you didn’t know what else to say. You briefly wondered what would happen if your parents passed. Would you survive? Truthfully, you weren’t sure, currently you were barely holding it together after losing your brother, aunt and uncle.
Your eyes returned to the stars, “Well, I’m still sorry you had to experience it.” You weren’t even sure if those words meant anything. What else could you say?
Leon huffed slightly, “It was years ago. I was a kid.” He shook his head, shifting the topic, “It’s fine. What are you doing out here, anyway?”
“Fresh air.” you shrugged, “Also looking at the stars. My brother and I used to do this whenever I had something on my mind. Been a while since I've done this though.”
God, you missed him. Your brother.
“Know any constellations?” The former rookie’s question surprised you. Leon never struck you as someone interested in space.
With a hum your eyes roamed the sky, “Let’s see…if I remember…oh!” You pointed, “That is Lacerta.”
“Um..” His confusion was easy to pick up on.
Without waiting, you grabbed his hand and pointed it to the line of stars that formed the constellation, “There.” It made you excited, for a split second you felt like a kid again.
"Looks like a lizard," your brother said with a smile.
Your heart ached.
Do not fall apart here. Be strong. For your family. For Leon.
“And…that is Aquarius.” you moved Leon's pointer finger, shoving your grief in a bottle. You’d cry later. Right now, you were happy and calm, “That is Grus.”
You had to be happy and calm.
Leon followed along with what you were saying easily. Or maybe he wasn’t and he just didn’t want to interrupt. Either way, you appreciated the fact that he was willing to listen. You pointed to several other stars and constellations that marked the night sky.
Perhaps in another life you would have gone into astronomy.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice sounded small and quiet.
You stopped talking and snapped your head to look at him. You must’ve looked like a deer in headlights at the question. But Leon looked flustered, embarrassed. Perhaps even afraid.
His blue eyes, so clear and lovely, were a storm. His blonde hair was messy from the slightly chilly breeze. His hand squeezed yours. He remained silent, waiting for your answer.
You nodded, leaning towards him, “Yea…yea you can.”
He moved slowly, letting you run away. Letting you shoot him down. When you didn’t move away, his free hand drifted to your face and held your cheek. His lips met yours in a soft and chaste kiss.
Under the grief in your heart, you felt joy.
#reader insert#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#my writing
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Plagiarism is fucking awful. Hands down, no debate.
This explains everything
Holy fuck. If you plagiarize someone else’s work, you really need to get slapped in the mouth.
There’s a reason stealing someone else’s work gets you kicked out and blacklisted in academia. This shit ruins peoples motivation to write/draw/create.
#reader insert#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#plagarism#do not plagarize#seriously
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Clones as expectant fathers
I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”
Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives
CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert
Minors do not interact!
Rex
Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified.
He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone
And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father
He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK
Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.
Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.
“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”
Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out.
“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”
Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.
It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both
Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy.
He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on
Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed
He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness
The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a
He falls head-over-heels in love all over again
As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question
“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”
Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship
All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot
Wolffe
More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard
Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already.
So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father
Plo Koon especially is excited
“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”
During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more
At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”
He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”
Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.
He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.
He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned
But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what
Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.
It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.
Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs
Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that
Fox (kinda angst)
First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO
They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO
Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!
No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.
And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control
And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.
He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed
Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy
A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it
He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.
Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.
He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings
No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone.
Its for his SO’s protection
But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive
“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”
He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night
Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask.
It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children
Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.
She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO
Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down.
This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.
Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help.
His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.
Cody
“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”
goddamnit.exe
Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe
He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.
But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.
goddamnit2.exe
More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache
Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general
He does a good job hiding his worry though
Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO
He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy
It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists
I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.
Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings
One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief
He really loves to do this because his SO just melts
Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time
His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand
404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?
He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.
“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”
Goddamnit3.exe
Fives
“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”
Ecstatic is not a strong enough word
Also not subtle at all
There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows
He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.
Fives is BEYOND over the moon
He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away
Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one
Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.
Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.
Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful
He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.
In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.
Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke
Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.
When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a
Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”
He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO
Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks
Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave
“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”
He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.
“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”
#the clone wars x reader#captain rex x reader#commander wolffe#Commander Wolffe x reader#captain rex#commander fox#commander fox x reader#commander cody#commander cody x reader#arc trooper fives#fives x reader#star wars the clone wars#star wars headcanons#tw pregnancy#fluff#headcanons#tcw x reader
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I FINISHED IT I SWEAR
Preview for Rex x reader smut
Warnings; Rex is so overwhelmed he starts speaking full mando’a
Minors get the fuck out of here
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Sweet Jesus why do I want to write series with Rex (or Fives) x reader during the Umbara arc?
What th fuck has this show done to me?
#the clone wars#the clones#star wars x reader#star wars the clone wars#captain rex#umbara arc#reader insert#tcw x reader#tcw rex#I collect the clones like precious gems#my brain has been rewired by the clone wars#ADHD powers ACTIVATE
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OMG HI, it's my first time making a request ever. So I just finished watching the first episode of Fallout and couldn't stop imagining a one-shot of Leon x reader being the couple getting married (but in this case, no one gets murder). Basically, just fluff and smut inspired from the line where the girl goes "are you're sperm good?" or smth like that.
PLS I'LL DIE IF YOU MAKE IT
Dawg, I’m gonna be honest, I had to find a reaction video on youtube so if I’m missing details, I'm sorry! But you kinda inspired a whole idea of Resident Evil Fallout AU lmaooo. I pictured RE2 Leon for this
I didn’t go smut just because I wasn’t in the mood, but I hope this is OK!
Also, SPOILERS (i guess?) and MINORS GO AWAY
So, lets just say the raiders didn't invade the vault and an actual blight had taken out half of vault 32
So both you and Leon went through the process of the selection. He was…a little less willing. I see Leon as a rather…intimate guy, so getting poked and prodded for a wife he didn’t choose was…not his favorite.
You, on the other hand, were doing what you were taught. You handled the whole process easily enough. You got your wedding dress, got dolled up, and were escorted to vault 32.
The doors were open and the two of you were revealed to one another.
He was handsome, in a boyish sort of way. But he was shy. Very shy. Leon wasn’t even meeting your eye.
He, however, thought you were beautiful.
I personally headcanon Leon as not really seeing himself as a looker. I mean, he wouldn’t consider himself ugly, but he doesn’t really consider himself attractive either.
So…you can imagine when he saw you, his heart pretty much jumped out his throat.
“Hi.” you smiled at him so sweetly, introducing yourself, “Your name?”
“Leon.” he cleared his throat
You could hear someone behind you whisper, “lucky…”
The wedding proceeded that same night. To you, this was doing a duty. While you didn’t know Leon, you had hope that you both would find love in eachother. Meanwhile, your husband-to-be was still nervous. He even looked terrified to a degree. He kept his face down.
You were the one who initiated the kiss when the preacher said “you may now kiss the bride!”
Luckily during dinner you managed to chat a bit. You found out Leon was trying to become vault security. He didn’t have parents after losing them years ago during the chaos of the blight. And he likes dogs.
That was all well and good, but finally you asked the important question, “What's your sperm count?”
Leon choked on his drink. Immediately he was flustered, “I…um…”
“You know it's important we have kids. For the genetic stability of the vaults. Didn’t your vault doctor tell you this?” You pressed.
“I…yea..she did…” Leon was clearly knocked off his feet, “Just…wanted to get to know you a bit more…”
“Oh.” You had to remind yourself that he was leaving his vault. His friends and home were being taken from him to come to your vault. He was in over his head and the least you could do was be understanding.
Once the wedding was over, you took his hand and led him to your new living quarters. Leon was uncomfortable, anxious and very much not sure what to do. He listened and nodded along to what you were saying.
However, once everything was said and done, “Are…you ok?” You asked, seeing how closed off he was.
“Yea…just…overwhelmed is all.” He responded, not meeting your eye, “can…we…take things slow?”
You couldn’t help but smile, “yea, i’d like that.”
#reader insert#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#fluff#my writing#re2 leon#fallout au
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Remain By His Side Chp.8 Silent
Chp. 7 Chp.9
Leon has come home from training.
warnings: mutual pining, Leon needs a hug, Reader needs a hug, They both don't act on their feelings, self-loathing, grief, mourning, brief mention of dead sibling/family members
It was a year after Raccoon City's destruction.
October 1st, 1999
Your medical school was having a candlelight vigil for the lives lost. The loss of 100,000 lives was a permanent scar on American history, and people would mourn on anniversary for years to come.
The president had resigned months ago after a disastrous press conference. Umbrella Corporation was being held liable for the city’s collapse. The trials were in the prep phase, and it’ll take years for victims to be given any sort of closure or payback.
Publicly, the US government had no part in the disaster. But seeing Leon and what you could gather from him…
The government had blood on its hands. Even more blood on its hand.
You looked down at the candle in your hands. Some people were talking quietly, but others remained in solemn silence.
Through it, you thought of your brother. Your aunt. Your uncle. Sherry’s innocence.
And Leon.
You didn’t know who to cry for. The grief was heavy in your chest and the loss was suffocating.
Someone stepped up next to you. In response, you looked up to give an acknowledging nod. However, you froze, eyes widening.
“Hey,” Leon greeted with a whisper.
Your smile was warm and genuine, “Hey.”
Your heart soared. He was more built than you last saw him. His hair was longer. He also looked tired. So…so tired.
“Missed you,” you murmured. Not wanting to be disruptive to those around you, you grabbed his arm and made your way past other mourners. Once you were a few paces away, your arms wrapped around him tightly.
“Missed you too.” He said, wrapping one arm around you. In the other, he was holding your candle.
Jesus, his chest felt like a brick wall. You pulled back and looked at him, keeping your small smile, “Want to stay the entire time or do you want to go home?”
“Home sounds nice,” he shrugged, “Plus, I need to hold Mocha.”
You snorted, “come on.”
On the walk back to your car and the subsequent drive to your apartment, you filled Leon in on everything you didn’t include in your letters. He didn’t chime in much, only really listened. However, his eyes remained on his window, watching the world pass by.
“How long are you here?” You asked him once the car was parked, “a week?”
“I got a month.” he said, “Then I gotta go back to finish training.”
“Well, yay.” you nodded, feeling elated that he was staying for much longer.
Once back in your home, you were immediately with the loud and light meows of your cat. The calico was chirping and trilling as she rubbed her face on Leons leg. She was only pleased when he picked her up in his arms.
“Missed you too,” He mumbled, petting behind her ear.
You laughed, “Welcome home.”
“God, it's good to be back.” the former rookie took a deep breath.
Leon looked weary. Despite only having training, he seemed battleworn. He’s aged way beyond his years.
Trauma will do that to you… you thought.
You wanted to hold his face, let him know that you were there for him. You’ve accepted shortly after he left that your care for him was beyond just platonic or familial. They blossomed into affection.
Even if Leon returned your feelings, there was no way a relationship would work under your lives right now.
you both were deeply hurt. Deeply traumatized.
Leon more so than you.
No, he was in control. Whatever he wanted to do, you’d support him. You’d swallow your feelings, give him all the cards.
He deserved it. To have some semblance of control in his life.
Which is how the both of you ended up sitting on the balcony eating takeout and talking. Leon had just showered and you had a blanket draped over your shoulders. He was listening to you prattle on about some of your classes and research. After you were finished, he asked you one question.
“Why?”
“Hm?” You perked up, looking at him, “Why what?”
“Why do you want to do all…this?” He asked, “be a doctor and research?”
You hummed and looked up, “I want to help people.” You responded honestly. Maybe you were naive. Too optimistic. But it's what you wanted to do.
Little did you know you reminded Leon of him, before Raccoon City. before the pain, loss and grief.
He loved that part of you. As well as your smile. Your eyes. Your laugh.
Leon loved you.
He thought of you, even during training. Even when Krauser beat the shit out of him. Even when the other soldiers gave him a hard time.
But especially when the bullet wound in his shoulder would become irritated. The chronic pain would flare sometimes from the shot and he would imagine you soothing him and making him feel better.
As you talked to him about everything he’s missed at training, he couldn’t help but look into your eyes. How they lit up as you chatted about your passion.
Leon found himself like that the entire time you were on the balcony. His feelings were accompanied by a longing in his chest. A deep desire to hold you, kiss you and love you.
He couldn’t. He was going to be a government weapon. His freedom was destroyed the moment the army found him and Sherry.
But you? You could be whatever you wanted to be. You had your freedom. Your optimism. Your hope for the future.
Leon couldn’t take that away from you. He was already selfish enough by remaining in your life. By becoming a part of your family.
So he’d remain silent and keep his heart closed.
#reader insert#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#my writing
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Heart-share
Captain Rex x Reader
Warnings; Reader insert, reader technically isn’t human but human enough, mind-sharing, literally sharing emotions, brief mentions of destruction in the beginning to set up backstory, smut, emotions, brief mentions of biting, technically more build up to sex rather than sex but I’m tagging it as smut anyway, Rex is a sweety, Rex gets a little emotional, he cries slightly, can be read any time before order 66, brief mention of Anakin and Padme
Reader is technically not female because they’re an alien species, but has female-ish biology (I kept that part vague), pronouns are gender neutral though!
Minors get the fuck out of here, you aren’t welcome!
You were a rare species in the Republic. One deeply tied to emotion, expression and the moon. Your skin was littered with sparkling light that resembled the stars in the sky. Your eyes had a soft glow to them.
Your home had been destroyed, and in the chaos, loss and grief, The Force had awoken inside of you like a storm. It was a desperate attempt to save your village.
It failed. Because without training, what could you have done?
Your kind had scattered after the destruction of your planet. Population was low, there was no home for your people.
That was years ago. In that time you had been taken in by the Jedi Order. Recognized as a padawan then a Jedi knight.
In those years you had found a new family with the Order. You found happiness. A home.
And love.
Captain Rex. Serious. Stern. Yet so kind, hardworking and determined.
Handsome too. All the clones were handsome, but something about Rex…
Love was forbidden. No attachment. It made no sense to you. Love was sacred. To disregard your emotions and feelings was to disregard your culture.
However, you were given a good lashing by the council for your questioning of such a rule. And Rex wouldn’t risk his position. He’d be decommissioned if it was known he had romantic feelings for you.
So you didn’t act on your feelings. Neither did the clone captain for the longest time. You had settled for lingering touches and sidelong glances.
But when you stumbled in on Padme and Anakin….
Well, you’d keep their secret if they kept yours.
Rex’s lips were on yours. He had just returned from a long battle in the outer ridges of the Republic. In a not so subtle way, he had immediately gone to your private quarters, leaving before any of his other clone brothers had stepped off the ship. His helmet was placed on your desk, and his hands were on you.
“Rex,” you giggled as he peppered kisses all over your face, “Rex, I missed you too,” your arms were draped over his shoulders.
“Hm.” His rough voice was soft, “Need this. Need you, mesh’la.”
You let him do as he pleased with no argument, the captain was often affectionate whenever he returned. He had your heart in the palm of your hand. You had his.
Your thoughts drifted, thinking of home. Thinking of the many shows of adoration in your culture. Would he enjoy learning and experiencing such a thing?
There was something you wanted to do with the clone captain. But it was permanent. A deeply intimate process that the most devoted of couples would perform.
It couldn’t be forced. All parties had to be willing, and whoever you chose for it would be the only one to share it with you.
It was a sharing of emotions. A connection of the minds. A binding of the nervous system, so one’s internal feelings became physical. And the result afterward, no matter where either of you were, you could sense each other’s emotional state.
“Rex.”
He paused at your words and pulled back, “Oh! Did I do something wrong?” His warm eyes had concern in them.
“No, I just…” your hands held his, “I want to do something, but…” what could you say? How could you fully explain this to him?
“Mesh’la,” his hand cupped your cheek, “What is it?”
You swallowed, he was picking up on your nervousness, “it’s called reeshi,” it felt strange speaking your language, it’s been so long since you’ve spoken your mother tongue, “The closest way I can translate it is heart-sharing.”
Rex remained silent, looking at you in interest as you explained the process. It only took skin to skin contact, and it would allow for him to feel what you feel. And you him. The effect would be a link to each other's emotions. So even at a distance, you would know how the other was feeling.
There was a single downside, if Rex would die, your mind would shatter, and you couldn’t heart-share with anyone else. He would be your literal one and only.
You’ve seen the result of such a thing years ago. They were a husk. Unable to feel anything anymore. They barely had any functionality. It was like speaking to a hollow shell of a being. As if a crucial part of their mind was missing and broken.
“You’re telling me, if I fell in battle,” he furrowed his brow, grip tightening on your hips, “You…would just break?”
“I suppose that’s one way to say it…Yes.” Your hand trailed down his chest, “but…I…I want to….” You murmured, looking deep into his beautiful eyes. Your lips were so close to him, “With you…”
Rex kissed you sweetly before he pulled back, “I…I can’t risk it. Not for you.” Tangled in his concern and worry was fear. You recognized it easily.
He feared harming you. Feared dying and leaving you with a permanent scar.
Oh…he’s so sweet…
Outside this room, he was captain Rex. Leader to hundreds of clones. A battle hardened warrior. But with you? He was your love. Your kar’ta.
“Rex…”
“I’m a clone. Someone who was made to fight and die in battle. For the republic.” He damn near growled, “If you and I…did this…”
“I want it to be with you.” Your fingers interlocked with his, “It’s worth it.” You murmured, “you’re worth it. clone or not. Republic or not…you’re worth everything to me.”
He kissed you again. One strong arm held the small of your back. The other was holding your face still. By the time you two separated, your breath had been taken.
“You…” Rex whispered, “are incredible.” He pulled you closer to kiss you again and again, “hell, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You responded softly, kissing him again. Your lips only left his when your back was on your bed and he caged you between his arms.
He swallowed, looking down at you. You must seem so small when he’s over you like this.
“You said heart-sharing requires skin to skin contact?” The captain asked, keeping his eyes on you.
You nodded and he removed his left glove with his teeth.
Oh stars, this man is attractive. He knew how to get you hot and bothered. Between the kisses and touches, his armor and your clothes were stripped, leaving you both bare.
His fingers interlocked with yours. Your gaze met his and you spoke, “I want to make sure you want this too.”
Rex nodded, “yea…yea I do. But…are you sure? I’m just-“
“You’re more than just a clone.” Your words were honest. Resolute. Your tone indicated that you weren’t going to argue.
The captain let out a short, breathy laugh, “Alright mesh’la…as long as you’re ok…keep going.”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your focus was on the man over you. You thought of him and only him, opening up a bridge between you two.
Your minds connected, tying together like a soft ribbon. In a way, you formed your souls together, becoming a single entity melded together by love.
All at once, it felt like cold water splashed over you before giving way to warmth. Rex’s mind was receptive to yours. Connecting together like a puzzle. His breath hitched, and he fell onto his forearm, keeping you under him.
Your eyes opened. You could feel his thoughts. His emotions. Physically, you could feel his skin. His scars. His heartbeat. He was all you knew at the moment. Your free hand was at the back of his neck, holding him close.
Only him.
He trembled, nervous system feeling you.
You. You. You.
Rex’s entire purpose was you.
Even when he buried his face in your shoulder, you could feel him. Rex was overwhelmed. Overcome with everything. He was open and bare for your mind. You were peering into his existence, seeing every dark corner inside of him.
This was a vulnerability he didn't think was possible.
Tied to it all was pleasure. Deep, piercing pleasure.
“M-mesh’la…” the captain’s throat was tight, struggling to process just what he was feeling. His words slurred ever so slightly, “Kar'taylir darasuum. Aalar bid jate…riduur…” Rex’s brain fizzled out, forgetting Galactic Basic.
This deep…affection. This never ending love. It flooded his system, drowned him. His lungs were filled with your existence. His heart was racing with your passion.
“Rex…” you whispered his name so sweetly, “Are you ok?” You were aware that this process could be overwhelming for anyone outside of your race. Truthfully, you didn’t expect this to be so…intense for him. You felt his heightened emotional state. Everything was so sensitive for him, and it gave way to physical pleasure. He was struggling to fully understand it.
His grip on your hand tightened and he nodded, “Gedet'ye…elek…” Rex swallowed, shaking himself out of his daze. The reeshi clearly took him off guard. A rare moment where he was unsteady.
Along with his emotional state, you were connected to his physical reactions. You could feel his desire. His need. You could feel his want for your body. You bent your knee and used your calf to push him closer. He could feel exactly the same in you. A desperate attraction.
Rex shuddered, coming back to himself, “You’re going to kill me, mesh’la…” His voice was husky, “Can I…” He squeezed your hand again.
You raised your head and kissed him, sparks shot through the both of you, “I am yours, Rex.”
He lined up his cock and pushed into you.
Stars, this was intense. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing. His kisses on your neck felt like fire. Every touch was amplified because of reeshi.
Rex was trembling again. His nerves were alight with pleasure, both yours and his. He silenced himself by burying his face into your neck.
Your ankles crossed, pulling him even closer to you.
You were lost within each other as he rolled his hips over and over again. Your body was moving with the push and pull of rising pleasure. Like a wave, moving from your curled toes to your head.
The connection between you two remained steadfast. Your fingers remained interlocked with his, allowing the pleasure to be exponential.
Rex wasn’t his usual quiet self. He was more vocal, letting out soft heavenly moans. He kept his face on your shoulder, using your skin to muffle the sounds he made.
He was feeling good, you knew it. Your free hand trailed down his back, causing both him and you to shiver. The pads of your fingers traced over scars. The ones you’ve felt many times before. The same scars you kissed, letting the captain know how you loved each one.
The same feeling ghosted over your back. Every peck, every move, every emotion and feeling was a mirror between you both.
The pleasure was building. Your center became tight like a coil.
Rex was no better off. He was primed to break and fall to complete bliss. The pace of his thrusts was fast and sloppy. His coordination failed, entirely overwhelmed with the pleasure and ecstasy he was feeling, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he breathed into your ear, “...Ni aalar bid jate…gar cuyir kandosii'la…elek…elek….”
His words caused you to go over the edge. Your head tilted back and you moaned his name. Bliss went through your system, doubling your lover's own pleasure. He was thrown into an orgasm, sending powerful shockwaves through you.
There was a burning on your shoulder as you felt Rex cum. He held you tightly, muffling his moans and keens into your skin. He held you tightly, muscles flexing, mind and body exploding with pure, unfiltered, hot euphoria.
Your breathing was heavy as the both of you came down from your compounded highs. Eyes closed, heart racing, you let yourself feel the warmth in the afterglow. It felt…sweeter…more heavenly.
Now, you two could feel each and every feeling after such intimacy.
“...Gar cuyir ner oyay…Gar cuyir ner narser…” Rex mumbled lowly, placing soft and tender kisses to your skin, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Mesh’la…Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum…” The clone captain was in a daze. His mind had broken under the pleasure and he needed a moment to recharge. But…seeing the man you loved so incoherent with bliss…
Well, you’d remember this scene for a long time.
He pulled back, moving to look over you. He was about to kiss you, before his warm brown eyes flicked to your shoulder, “o-oh…”
“Hm..?” One eye cracked open in curiosity. He was embarrassed, you could feel it in your chest. With a glance, you recognized a rather deep bite mark.
Oh.
Oh!
“Sorry, mesh’la.” Rex mumbled, not meeting your eye, “I...I guess everything got too intense.”
“S’ok…” Your smile was small, genuine and tired, “Just means you felt good.” You squeezed his hand and leaned up to kiss his lips tenderly. You wanted to stay like this with him forever. You wanted to forget the war outside. You wanted to forget the jedi code.
But stars, you were suddenly so exhausted.
Reeshi was tiring for you. It was a steady drain of your energy, and you had to stop.
But you really didn’t want to.
The captain felt your exhaustion, “Mesh’la?” With his free hand, he cupped your cheek, “Are you ok?”
You nodded, “Yea…” your head turned to look at your clasped hands, “Reeshi is…tiring…” It made sense, the two of you were connected mentally, emotionally and physically, and you were acting as the bridge.
“Oh…” he whispered. You felt his sadness. He seemed to enjoy being tied to you in such an intimate way, “Then…stop, if you need. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
With another nod, you closed your eyes. Severing the connection was easier than establishing it. However, neither you nor Rex’s mind wanted to disconnect. You untangled the silken ribbon that tied the both of you together.
In the end you were left with an empty feeling in your heart.
A tear fell onto your chest and your riduur buried his face back into your neck. You could still feel his sadness at the back of your mind, but it wasn’t as strong. He could feel your own, even if you couldn’t cry tears of water at the loss of heart-sharing.
Instead of being tangled together in a web of affection and love, your emotions were connected by a thread. Small, seemingly fragile, but still connected.
That thought alone gave you comfort. The two of you were still connected in a way that others wouldn’t understand.
“Sorry…” he mumbled, “I didn’t think this would hit me so hard…it feels like I’ve lost a part of myself.”
Your smile was soft, “me too,” you admitted, “But…instead, you have a part of me. And I have a part of you.”
Rex shifted, laying on his side to hold you close, “i rather like that thought.” His warm lips pecked your forehead, “I love you, mesh’la.”
“I love you too, kar’ta.” you whispered back.
#captain rex x reader#star wars the clone wars#star wars tcw#tcw x reader#star wars x reader#captain rex#star wars smut#commander rex#reader insert#tw: smut#my writing
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Edit: here’s the smut because the preview is getting more notes than the actual fic LMAO
Preview for Rex x reader smut
Warnings; Rex is so overwhelmed he starts speaking full mando’a
Minors get the fuck out of here
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Deep sigh
Rex smut anyone?
#it does not take me long for my brain to say ‘I want that one’#the clone wars#captain rex#commander rex#star wars the clone wars#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#reader insert
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Oh….oh no.
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big submissive men holding your hips hard enough to bruise and rutting into you with everything they have, whining against your neck when you call them your good boy :(
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Remain By His Side Chp.7 Taxi
Chap.6 (Smut) Chapter.7
Leon's week to spend back home was over, and now you waited for the taxi with him.
Heyo! this one is shorter. my motivation for writing has been shot b/c of my allergies lol
Warnings: More slow burn, leon needs a hug, he and reader are both kinda sad, brief mention of sibling death, Leon ignoring his feelings
“When will you come back?” You asked him, looking into his eyes. Leon was leaving back to military training, and a taxi was already called.
He’s been…quiet towards you. Ever since he told you about Raccoon City in detail. Ever since that night, he hasn’t looked you in the eye.
“I…don’t know.” He mumbled, “But I’ll come back. Unless you move. Or kick me out.”
You snorted, “That's not going to happen, I like our apartment.” It was a good location. You were close enough to your medical school you could practically walk there. Once the semester begins in a couple months, you’d be grateful for the short commute, “Besides, even if I got a new place, I’d send you a key.”
Leon’s grin seemed…empty, hollow, “I haven’t annoyed you yet?”
“Not at all. Besides, you’re Mocha’s favorite person, I wouldn't kick you out.” Your teasing was lighthearted, but the smile on your lips was bittersweet, you always hated when Leon left. He’s become a part of your life you didn’t want to give up. Friend didn’t seem like a strong enough word, but you couldn’t think of any other word.
“Oh, I see. You want me to stick around for the cat,” He gave you a tender laugh, though it didn’t meet his eyes.
What happened? Did I do this? You thought to yourself. Maybe you forced him to open wounds he would rather forget. It's only been a few months since Raccoon City fell. Perhaps you should have waited before pressing him for details of that horrible night.
You covered your worry, “Well, she does deserve everything she wants.”
He laughed again at your words, “Even when she wakes us up at 5am.” Leon snorted before putting a hesitant hand on your shoulder, “Take care of yourself ok?”
You felt…warm whenever he touched you. In any proximity. You felt warm, safe and cared for. In response, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, “You too. I’ll make sure to write every week.”
He nodded as you pulled back.
You kept your eyes on him, and your hands were on his chest. Under your palms, you felt his heartbeat. Strong, steady, but rapid. Like he was nervous.
Leon nodded, now unable to meet your gaze. He seemed…flustered under your touch.
Your frown wasn’t missed by him. But he didn't comment. After a moment of silence you sighed, “Did…Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes widened and he looked at you surprised, “What? No.”
Your hands stayed on him, “Ever since you told me about Raccoon City, you’ve been…acting different. I was afraid I might’ve forced you to talk about it before you were ready.”
“It’s not that.” Leon had both hands on your upper arms, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It's…it's just me. That's all.” He looked away, facing the street. As if he prayed the taxi would come sooner.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You pressed slightly, hoping he’d give in. you really didn’t like pushing Leon to do or say something he didn’t want to do.
Lord knows his free will has been taken enough.
He shook his head, “You shouldn’t worry, everythings fine.” he lied. He was a terrible liar. Why was he lying to you?
You didn’t know what else to do except hug him. His strong arms wrapped around you in response, “Whatever is going on, I’m here for you.” reluctantly, you pulled back and looked at him.
“Please…I…” He mumbled, looking at the ground, “Look, it's not important, ok?”
You held your tongue, debating with yourself before you said your next words, “You're important to me,” your words were honest, “and I want to make sure you’re ok…”
Leon swallowed, finally looking at you. His lips twitched slightly in a frown, before he swallowed. He spoke quietly, “I’m…just gonna miss you.” His response surprised you. You expected more from him. Still, you knew he was hiding something.
He’s usually so honest…
Your frown was obvious. But you didn’t push for more details, “I’ll miss you too.” you responded, just as the taxi was arriving.
The two of you hugged again before he stepped away.
“I’ll see you later.” Leon smirked, but still, his blue eyes betrayed his smile.
“See you later.” your words were not a goodbye. You’ve found out that after your brother's death, you couldn’t say ‘goodbye’. Not anymore.
You watched the taxi drive away, out of sight. With a sigh you returned to your apartment.
Honestly, you tried not to think about how lonely your home felt again.
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@mouyashii plush... I love him and her
#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#plushies#i made him#an i am proud#a friend of mine said he looks like the autism creature#resident evil 2#re2 leon#re2make
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Remain By His Side Chp.6 Heat (smut)
Chp.5 Chp.7
It was late at night, and Leon was thinking of you.
Warning: Smut, masturbation, Leon needs a hug, he really hates himself, Jerking off thinking of reader, a bit of angst at the end
Another hour. What was it? 3AM? 4?
Fuck
Leon turned onto his back. He had one hand behind his head while the other was on his abdomen.
He couldn’t sleep. His mind was running with feelings of you. Wanting you. Desiring you.
“God…damnit…” He rubbed his eyes, groggy and tired. The breath he released did little to calm his nerves.
To make matters worse, in his turmoil, blood flow decided to go to his groin. It was an irritating heat at his center.
How long has it been since he…?
He’s been with people. Girlfriends, mostly. He always needed a connection before becoming intimate with someone. He’s jerked off before, but it was only to scratch an itch. It gave him a physical release, let off some steam.
Ever since Racoon City, he’s never felt such a need. Even if he did, military barracks offered no privacy.
But now? He was back in his own room with privacy and you were flooding his mind.
You…you…
You looked wonderful today. Your smile. Your happiness.
How would you look without your clothes?
Leon took in a sharp breath. His mind conjured up pictures of you.
You were naked below him, touching yourself. Your lips were parted as you moaned his name. Your eyes were on him.
Stop it.
You weren’t something he should ogle and jerk off to. Leon touching himself to thoughts of you was no better than looking at you like a sex object.
His fingers ghosted his abs, traveling lower to his half-hard cock.
He let out a tense sigh. This night was long, way too long…
Just an orgasm. That’ll help him get some sleep. He wouldn’t think of you. Not at all.
Leon grasped his dick in his hand. Immediately he felt lightning up his body, ripping a moan passed his lips. His free hand slapped over his mouth, silencing himself.
Fuck, its been too long since hes been touched by anyone. Himself included.
The former rookie swallowed and closed his eyes. With a deep breath, he began to stroke his cock to full hardness. His fingers were light as he touched himself from base to head.
He must’ve been pent up, because it didn’t take much to have his dick completely erect. His cock was throbbing now and he used the precum beading at the slit for lubrication. He felt hot under the duvet, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to shove it off.
He didn’t want to see his own dick. He didn’t want to see it twitching in his palm as he rubbed the entire length. He was already self conscious jerking off as is.
The pads of his fingers focused on rubbing the underside of the head. The pleasure was enough to have Leon whimper into the palm of his hand. He still needed to remain silent, in case he woke you.
The chances of you hearing his actions were slim. His door was closed and his room was on the other side of the apartment. In your closed bedroom, you were probably asleep in your bed, blissfully unaware of the crude and shameful display. Mocha would probably be with you, asleep at your feet.
But the former rookie still worried. If you, or even the fucking cat had an idea of what he was doing, he’d die on the spot.
Leon continued to stroke his aching cock. He tried to repress his moans and whines, keeping his free hand over his lips.
Hot. Hot! He felt hot. Too hot. Sweat beaded on his skin.
His head tilted back, pace picking up. He was stroking harder and faster, trying to bring himself over the edge. He could feel the head of his dick weeping precum. His center felt tight. Like a coil primed to break.
But it just wasn’t enough. He needed more.
More. More!
His skin felt raw. It was starting to hurt. But he was right on the edge. Just a little bit more and he’d fall to ecstasy.
Leon breathed through his nose. His eyes were closed tightly as he jerked off. He kept going, kept stroking and rubbing, desperate for release.
After a minute of tight, burning pleasure, he stopped, letting out a frustrated sob.
It wasn't enough.
He groaned, running the fingers over his lips through his messy blonde hair.
“God…damnit…” His breath was hot and heavy, “Please…fuck…” He gave himself a few more moments to breathe before his shaky hand wrapped around his length.
Another shot of pleasure ran up his spine and he shuddered.
“Oh fuck.” He swallowed.
He resumed his strokes and touches. His hips trembled. Sweat dripped down his temple. His eyes closed tightly.
It still wasn’t enough!
Desperation and pleasure ran through his blood. His mind was breaking under the pressure for release. He was primed to burst.
Leon just needed a little bit more. Just a small push to send him tumbling towards bliss.
Please! Need to cum!
He silently begged his body to let him cum. Let him finally feel that white, hot ecstasy he desperately ran towards.
The rookie finally snapped under the pure need to release. He thought of you.
Such filthy images filled his mind. Pictures of you playing with his hard cock. Your fingers were on his body, feeling his skin. You were touching him, whispering and cooing words to encouragement in his ear.
That's all it took to have him cumming. He moaned your name as his orgasm rolled over him like a wave. It started at his curled toes and traveled up his body. His muscles tensed and trembled as the burning pleasure reached its peak.
He couldn't breathe.
His body had gone catatonic. His nerves short-circuited, muscles locked. His orgasm was stronger than he’s ever felt before. Pure white bliss flooded his sight as his eyes rolled back.
Finally, finally, he managed to take a breath. His sweaty body went slack. His abdomen was dirtied with his cum.
Leon remained still, breathed heavily. He licked his lips, trying to calm his rapid heart beat. With a shaky swallow, the self loathing finally set in.
Oh, god. What did he do?
Hatred filled his mind now. Hatred for himself.
He was no better than some horny teenager. He jerked off to you. You, who has done nothing but show him kindness. You, who had housed him and given him something close to a family.
The former rookie had objectified you. Turned you into some sort of twisted fantasy to rub himself to.
Leon turned to his side and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 4:47AM…
So much for sleep now.
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