#captain rex angst
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i remember...
Pairings: Captain Rex x afab! Jedi Reader
Words: 8579
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Mutual Pining. Some mention of blood loss but it’s not graphic. Love Confessions due to anesthesia-like fluids. I make up some random stuff about bacta so just ignore that bit please. Sad Rex. Heated Make-Out Session. Oral (female receiving). Squirting. Oversensitivity. Biting. Slight Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Breeding Kink. Creampie. Rex being a gentleman after sex.
Summary: “You’re s-safe, thank the Force.” His hold on you tightens when you hiss in pain, but you never once turn away from him, wanting to commit every moment to memory. If you survive this, you are sure you will never come this close to him again. But if you die, oh, if you die, then you would have spent your last seconds showing him how much he means to you.
A/N: This is for @imarvelatthestars who is also taking part in the @cloneficgiftexchange. I hope you enjoy this and I can’t wait for you to read the two other fics as well. Also, hi it’s nice to meet you :) This was originally going to be just fluff but my hands slipped and they went all the way so I hope you don’t mind. P.S. This is the first time I write for our dear Captain so I hope I got his character down correctly. If not, please let me know how I can write him better. As always, reblogs are appreciated.
It was becoming unbearable, mustering up the courage to fight every day in a war that meant absolutely nothing, that held no benefits for anyone except for those in political standings. The feeling of dread only worsened in the past few months, almost as soon as you were added to the 501st as another General. Count Dooku’s thirst for blood has increased, and you had this fear that it wasn’t only him. No, there was something much bigger playing at hand.
Perhaps someone even.
Shaking the dreadful thoughts aside, you scan the grounds quickly to see if any of your men were still alive. As you walk through the carnage, you will yourself to come to terms with the reality of this new life that has been thrust upon you, the recognition that it was most likely worse for your men making you wince angrily before returning to the task at hand.
“General,” the familiar voice of your Captain shifts your attention behind you, and you nod with an exasperation you’re sure is visible to him as you head towards his equally fatigued body.
“Any news on whether Anakin managed to get the intel?” You rub the side of your temple as you wait for Captain Rex to focus on you instead of his dead brothers surrounding you.
“He uh, he didn’t get there in time. He thinks one of the super tactical droids destroyed everything before it self-destructed.” You can hear the disappointment in his voice, and you look into his eyes for a moment to gauge his reaction. Grief swims in his eyes as he returns your gaze, and you hate that you don’t have to look at him to know what’s going through his mind. His Force signature is a cool shade of blue, one that parallels the lines adorning his armor, and your heart clenches when you see how different it is from the normally calming purple hue often surrounding him and setting your mind at ease. You’re reminded once again of just how much of a toll this war is taking on him and his brothers, and you turn away from him out of fear of bursting into tears and making matters worse.
If only you could comfort him beyond what’s deemed appropriate.
If only you could tell him how you feel.
“Don’t worry General, we’ll get them next time.” You hate that he’s trying to make you feel better when it is you who should be offering him supporting words. No words manage to part your lips, and you hum at him as you kick one of the battle droids nearby, trying to distract yourself from pushing past those hidden boundaries and embracing him in an attempt to return those affections he so clearly pushed upon you.
Just as you walk around him, you sense a strange feeling overtake your mind, and you glance to the side quickly, not really thinking of what you’re doing as you step in front of the Captain and activate your lightsaber. The sequence of the blaster shots drives your anger deeper, and you evade them to the best of your abilities, away from Rex and yourself until they each hit the battle droid attempting to kill you.
Scanning the area one last time, your mouth runs dry when you turn around and watch pure and utter shock display as clear as daylight on your Captain’s features. Pushing the weapon back into the holster around your hips, you smile at him to let him know that he would always be safe with you, only to tilt your head in confusion when he doesn’t return the gesture. You follow his line of sight and watch as the adrenaline of the battle leaves your body and makes way for a searing hot pain shooting through your side. Pushing your palm against your hip, you take it away and find it laced with fresh blood.
“C-Commander?”
In all the time you have spent with Rex, you have never once heard him display such unadulterated fear, not when he was near death all those months ago, nor when he thought there was no escape for him and his brothers after a particularly draining battle.
“Rex.”
You whisper his name as you fall to your knees, but strong arms reach for you before you hit the ground, turning you over and pushing violently against the wound to prevent it from bleeding.
“Kriff, why- why would you…you shouldn’t have-” He can’t get a single word out, and you try your best to set aside the pain shooting through your body so you can enjoy being in his arms. You feel your muscles give out, barely allowing you to reach up and caress his cheek. You don’t realize you’ve painted his beautiful skin with blood until you see tears rolling down his cheeks and stream a pink line to his chin.
“You’re s-safe, thank the Force.” His hold on you tightens when you hiss in pain, but you never once turn away from him, wanting to commit every moment to memory. If you survive this, you are sure you will never come this close to him again. But if you die, oh, if you die, then you would have spent your last seconds showing him how much he means to you.
“Stay with me, mesh’la.” He leans down and rests his forehead against your own, distracting you enough before he lifts you in his arms and runs to the nearest gunship. You clutch onto his shoulder like your life depends on it, unable to hold back from crying as each movement sends throbbing stabs down your spine and across your hip. You can faintly hear his apologies, and you rest your head against his shoulder to distract yourself once again. This close, you can smell his natural scent, and you shiver when you recognize how musky and sweet it is as it seeps through your senses.
You think you hear him call for Kix, but you can’t stay awake for much longer, the blood loss and your body’s fatigued nature taking over as soon as you get on the gunship. Rex puts you down with ease, but he snaps your name harshly when he sees you shutting your eyes and going limp in his arms again.
“Don’t close your eyes,” it’s his Captain voice, and you laugh at the demanding tone he’s aiming at you, only to cough violently and clutch at your side when your body jolts forward.
“I thought I g-give the orders here?” He doesn’t bother to smile at you, and you hate that he knows you’re only trying to diffuse the tension. When you look up at him, you find him frowning down at you, the blue aura around him now turning even darker as he looks around to see if Kix is nearby.
You gulp as the ship comes to life, and the harder you try to remain awake, the more tired your mind becomes. As you look around you, you find several of the men staring at you with worry etched on their features, and you feel a sense of peace wash over you at the thought of being so important to them. You can no longer keep yourself conscious, and just as you turn your head to the side and see Kix jumping into the gunship, you surrender to a deep sleep filled with midnight blue embraces and loving words.
A bright light wakes you from your haze, and you flutter your eyes quickly to get used to the blinding rays shining down on you. You try to get up immediately but a hand to your shoulder keeps you laying down, and you look to the side to see Kix whispering calming words to you.
“You nearly gave us a fright Commander,” he says after a while, and you look around to try and figure out where you are, only to find an extremely uncomfortable and worried Captain standing by your bed.
“Rex…”
“What were you thinking, hmm?” He snaps harshly at you, making you furrow your eyebrows in curiosity before you turn to Kix. Before you can say anything, Kix walks around and pushes Rex’s chest, urging him to move back and calm himself.
“You may be the Captain, but I outrank you here. I will not have you yelling at one of my patients. Understand?” His tone is firm, and you giggle at the thought of hearing one of Rex’s men not minding getting physical with him.
“I…feel weird.” You sigh deeply and look down, only to see several tubes coming in and out of your skin.
“That would be the Bacta IV. You weren’t doing so well Commander, a simple bacta patch wouldn’t have done the trick.” Kix removes himself from Rex but remains in between the two of you, checking on the needles one last time before moving to the other end of the room. You watch as he makes himself busy, and whatever conscious part of your mind thinks that he’s only pretending so he can give the two of you some privacy.
“To answer your question Captain, I- uhhh…I wasn’t thinking.” You drag the sheets down your body, suddenly feeling flushed as Rex continues to stare at you with a fiery anger you never thought him capable of.
“Actually, that’s…n-not true. I was thinking…but- you know what I mean.” You are not making much sense, and when Rex sighs before pulling up a chair to sit next to you, you smile at you and reach for his hand. He takes it reluctantly but never once looks at you. Neither of you say anything for a while, and you slowly begin to fall asleep when he continues to rub your wrist with his thumb.
“What were you thinking mesh’la…”
It’s a rhetorical question, or at least, you would have recognized that it is had you been more aware and less drugged. You open your eyes and gaze into his own, finding them filled with unshed tears. He looks defeated, and you frown at him while you tug on his hand to bring him closer to you.
“Don’t…don’t cry. It makes me sad to see you cry Rex.”
He chuckles then and you smile at him, rubbing the back of his hand in return to soothe him a little.
“I was thinking of you, and- and how it would kill me if I were to lose you. I can’t lose you Rex, I- I would not survive another day without you…I love you too much to let you go.” You’re not sure why the room is suddenly silent. All you know is, Rex’s Force signature has turned a deep shade of red and his fingers stopped drawing patterns on your skin. You think you hear Kix turn around but you’re too busy looking into the Captain’s eyes to register anything that’s not him.
“Mesh’la,” you want to ask him what the word means, but your eyes grow heavy yet again, and you rest your cheek on the pillow while gazing into his hazel, brown orbs. Before you can say anything else, you fall right back to sleep, completely missing Rex’s reaction to your confession and Kix’s reassurances that you were stable but required to rest further.
You dream of a time filled with peace, of longing gazes and soft caresses. Your mind fills your heart with hopes and wishes, ones you pretend are not impossible to reach. Your heart, once guarding a close-kept secret, finally feels as light as a feather, and it clenches softly when it hears revelations of a similar love, words yo uneven thought would be reciprocated as desperately.
It’s this last sensation that wakes you again, except this time, you’re less dazed than before but much more awake. Sitting up quickly, you study the room you’re in and take a few deep breaths to try and collect your bearings.
“Commander, you’re safe. You’re alive and safe. Breathe, breathe for me.” You look up and watch as Kix guides you through breathing techniques, and only when you’re relaxed and aware of your surroundings do you finally notice the other figure standing nearby.
“How long have I been out?” You ask as you look down and move the medbay gown to the side to see the wound. It’s fully healed and you throw Kix a quick glance, silently thanking him for everything that he has done for you.
“Almost 22 hours, sir. It’s quite remarkable actually, most people would take much longer to heal, even with the bacta. Then again, you’re a Jedi after all.” He checks your vitals, not bothering to mention that Rex is in the room. When he’s sure you’re all clear, he steps aside and finishes some reports on his holopad. You look to your right and watch as Rex slowly approaches you, sitting down on a chair near your bedside and slowly reaching for your hand. You’re surprised by the gesture but don’t deny him, looking back to Kix to see if he is aware of what his Captain is doing.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like a bantha ran me over,” you laugh at your own reply, but Rex doesn’t grace you with a hint of a smile. There is something nagging at the back of your mind, and you narrow your eyes at your joined hands, only to gasp lightly when he rubs your wrist and moves closer to you. If Kix notices what’s happening, he says nothing and turns around to give you some privacy.
“Do you…do you remember anything?” Rex asks reluctantly, and you get the sense that he wants to tell you something but is holding back out of fear of your reaction.
“I remember walking through the battle, and…and talking with you. I remember a droid trying to shoot at you but I took him down before he hurt you. And…I remember getting shot at.” You recollect the events of the last rotation to the best of your abilities, and when you stop speaking, you notice Rex’s aura shift to a cool haze once more.
Kriff, what was it?
“You don’t remember anything else?” He asks yet again, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, his tone of voice bordering that of a man who has just lost everything he ever had.
“I- I uhh…no. I don’t.” You shake your head several times to figure out if he was referring to anything specific. When you turn to Kix to ask him if he knows what his Captain is talking about, you notice an apologetic expression on his features, one that was not aimed at you but his brother. Before you can say anything, Rex lets go of your hands, making you wish you can give him whatever answer he was searching for.
“I see,” it’s all Rex says before he stands up and pushes the chair back to the wall. You watch as he takes a stance and salutes you, his eyes never meeting your own again as he thanks you for saving him before running out of the room. You don’t turn away from the shut door until Kix walks by and checks your vitals again.
There is so much you want to ask him, but knowing Kix, you get the sense that he wouldn’t tell you even if you begged. He was good at keeping secrets, always has been.
“You’re cleared to leave General, though I do suggest you take it easy for the next few days. You may have physically healed but the psychological strain will take longer to get back to normal. Will you be needing any pain medication?” Kix asks as he takes out all of the needles and tubes from your arms, and you shake your head while you look up at him, hoping that you find whatever answer Rex was looking for swimming in his eyes. He avoids your gaze altogether, and you shut your eyes in irritation at the thought of upsetting Rex.
Maker, what was it?
You do your best to not take your frustration out on Kix as you get dressed, and before you leave, you thank him for taking care of you for the past rotation. He offers you his best wishes before returning to his seat and you make your way back to your quarters in the Jedi Temple slowly, all the while trying to figure out what transpired that made Rex ask you several times if you remembered anything, but more importantly, what you could have possibly said that upset Rex so much and made him leave without sparing you a second glance.
You keep to yourself as you head to your rooms, searching your mind for any clue as to what has happened after the battle. When you finally make it to the privacy of your space, you remove all of your clothes and go straight to the refresher, wanting to get rid of the blood and grime that has stuck to your skin for the past day. But no matter what you do, you can’t remember anything past the battlefield, and you feel your mind almost collapse on itself when the annoyance of memory loss turns into sheer anger.
Force above, what was it?
It occurs to you much later than you would care to admit that there was no way you can recall anything if you’re this unstable, and against your better judgment, you make your way to one of the meditation rooms instead of getting some rest as Kix suggested. As soon as you enter the quiet place, you move near one of the fountains, finding the consistent sound of water soothing to your soul. As you sit down, you take a few deep breaths and clear your mind of anything not related to the Captain of the 501st.
As you initially thought, it’s much more difficult to focus your mind when all you can feel is guilt for making Rex feel so disappointed and sad. You recall back all of the conversations you’ve held with him, especially the ones that lasted for an entire night as you kept watch before a serious battle. You remember the snide remarks aimed at Anakin, and the jokes he often laughed at the expense of Ahsoka. You remember and remember…
But no matter what you think of, you still can’t quite figure out what happened in the past rotation.
Willing yourself to focus harder, you decide to empty your mind altogether, even of those moments with Rex that you cherished and kept closely-guarded within your heart.
The Coruscanti sun slowly moves past the horizon but you remain seated against the flowing waters, pleading with the Force to give you a sliver of a hint so you can fix whatever wrong you made against Rex.
It’s only when your senses finally still do you see a faint dark red pass through your mind’s eye. You zero in on the memory, pushing yourself past your levels of comfort to seek out the desperate aura once again.
I was thinking of you.
Your voice rings through your mind, not sounding normal to your ears, but you are confident it is your own. Clenching your fists tightly, you seek out the memory until it flashes before your eyes as clear as the searing Twin Suns on a hot Tatooine day.
I can’t lose you Rex.
A faint sensation passes down your arm to your wrist, and you feel Rex’s thumb halt in its movement the more you reveal to him your secret. You can see his hands shaking as you pull him closer to you, the words spilling from your mouth making your heart skip a beat as realization washes over you.
I love you too much to let you go.
The last image flashing before your eyes is the look of utter shock that befalls Rex’s handsome features, and had it not been for the soft manner in which he whispers that one word to you in return, you would think he was completely repulsed by what you just confessed to him.
You open your eyes instantly, wincing yet again when your senses become overloaded with the sounds and scents all around you. Looking around the room, you take a few minutes to come to terms with the reality of what has transpired between yourself and the Captain.
Maker.
You had told him what you promised yourself you would never reveal to him.
In a moment of weakness, your heart decided to reveal its deepest secret instead of continuing to keep it hidden.
Looking outside the large glass windows, you notice how dark it became outside and curse yourself for taking so long to remember. It would be inappropriate to go to him now.
You look down to your hand and trace the skin Rex has touched all those hours ago, smiling to yourself when you recognize that your heart has already made the decision for you.
Not caring for how mad you must look, you race outside of the meditation rooms and run through the hallways of the Temple, ignoring the strange and concerning looks from the others still awake as you make it past the gates of your home and towards the barracks of the 501st Legion. It is raining uncontrollably outside, and you nearly lose your footing a few times as you run across the grounds towards the familiar building near the Jedi Temple. You see a handful of men hanging outside the barracks, and they try to call out to you to see if you need any assistance, but you pay them no mind, heading straight to the quarters of the Captain and ignoring how soaked you’ve become in your journey to him.
When you reach the hallways housing the Clone leaders, you slow down and move past the doors silently, praying to the maker that he was in his quarters and not elsewhere. As you reach the end of the hallway, you come to a stop in front of the large, steel doors housing Rex, and before you can think twice of what you’re doing, you push a few buttons on the pad beside the doors, waiting patiently for them to slide open to you.
There is a faint sound of frustrated sighs from behind the door, and you nearly laugh at the sudden turn of events, but the doors slide open and reveal an extremely tired and irritated Clone Captain, one that had just gotten out of the showers from the looks of it.
“Fives, if I have to tell you one more time- kriff, G-General!” His eyes widen in horror at the sight of you, and he walks out to the hallway to see if there are any signs of danger that led you to him. When he finds it as empty as ever, he turns back around and eyes you suspiciously.
“General, what- what are you doing here?” Rex asks, continuing to avoid your gaze as he moves back to his quarters and tugs you along with him. You realize too late that you probably shouldn’t be found at such an odd hour in your Captain’s private rooms, but you brush the thought aside, knowing that this could not wait for another time. You don’t respond right away though, and Rex studies you slowly before moving to his dresser and taking out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.
“Here, change into these.” He throws the articles of clothing towards you, but you throw them back on the bed instantly, approaching him slowly to avoid scaring him.
“Captain.” You try to catch his attention, but Rex is adamant on not sparing you a single glance, moving to the other end of the room and grabbing one of his shirts before putting it on quickly.
“I don’t mind General,” he attempts to distract you, and you shake your head at him while following him around the small room.
“Captain, please.”
“You’re going to catch a cold, and I’m not going to hear the end of it from Kix.” Rex ignores whatever you’re saying and rubs his temples furiously, making you wish he would just look at you instead of avoiding you as if you were just another commanding officer.
As if you hadn’t spilled your heart out to him a day ago.
Your frustrations nearly get to you, but you quickly come to understand that the man in front of you would continue ignoring your pleas if you didn’t cut to the chase and tell him what you came here for.
“I remember.”
Rex stops in his pacing, dropping his arms to his side and looking at the gray wall ahead of him. He doesn’t move a muscle, and your heart skips a beat when the hue around him turns into that familiar shade of burgundy once more, the same one that graced your sight when you told him how much you love him.
“I remember, Rex.”
You repeat your words and watch as he slowly turns around and meets your eyes in a heated gaze. He continues to remain silent and you take the chance to step closer to him, hoping that he doesn’t get spooked by your revelation and walk away again.
“You- you remember?” His question is laced with a faltering anxiety that you hate you’ve caused him to feel, and you close the last bit of space between the two of you, smiling at him as you reach for his hand and rub your thumb over his wrist.
“I remember…I remember everything Rex.”
He gulps down at you, watching carefully as you extend his wrist up to your mouth and lay the softest of kisses across the sensitive skin beneath your thumb. His sharp intake of breath sends a shiver down your spine, and before you can say anything else, Rex pushes you back against the nearest wall and attacks your lips in a desperate kiss. You moan into him immediately, throwing your arms around his shoulders just as he leans down and grabs your hips to hoist you up in between his rigid body and the solid wall behind you.
You part your lips in a gasp and Rex takes advantage of your shock, sneaking his tongue into your mouth and devouring you without a care for anything except the lewd noises you are gracing him with. He doesn’t know where he can touch you, but as he feels your nail sink into his neck, he breaks the kiss and moans your name over and over again, giving you but a moment of respite before lunging for your mouth once again. You’re soaking wet, and you want to warn him so he doesn’t get wet as well, but he doesn’t let up once, moving down your jaw and licking the droplets of water sticking to your skin. His tongue feels hot against your already flushed skin, but you can’t find it in yourself to complain, not when you finally had him in your arms, stealing your breath with such needy kisses. You don’t realize you’re crying until he pulls away abruptly and looks at you with concern.
“No, please…don’t stop. I’m just- I’m so happy.” You try to bring him back again but he’s much stronger than you, keeping some bit of distance between your mouth until he can ask you that burning question.
“Are you sure I’m not hurting you, mesh’la?”
“No, gods no. I never thought you’d reciprocate my feelings Rex, and- and when I remembered the way you looked at me, I…I ran over here.” Your smile grows when you notice the soft smirk gracing his handsome features, and you lean your forehead against his own briefly to relish in the moment.
“I love you, cyare…so damn much. I- I thought I lost you back there…couldn’t, couldn’t believe what you did for me. And then you told me why and I nearly lost my mind all over again.” He lays as many kisses as possible across your entire face, making you sniffle each time he reveals to you what was going through his mind.
“I love you too Rex, have been ever since I joined your legion.” The sentiment manages to put a halt to his words and he looks at you for what you deem is too long before leaning down and taking your lips in between his own again. It’s much less frantic than before, but it is just as deeply felt, and you tilt your head to the side to deepen it further, whining against him when he removes the both of you from the wall and walks back to his bed.
He lays you down softly and continues to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, swearing beneath his breath when you reach for his shirt and try to remove it off of him.
“Rex, what- oh kriff, what does that word mean?” You manage to ask in between each kiss and nip he marks your body with, whispering his name over and over again when he chuckles at you and sits up to remove his shirt. You bite into your lower lip as soon as he reveals his broad chest to you, giggling like a little girl as Rex throws his shirt aside and drags his hand up and down your body.
“Why don’t I show you sweetheart?” The Captain descends down upon you possessively, dragging his hands everywhere with an aggressiveness you’ve never seen him display before. He has you whimpering in the span of a few minutes, and with each bit of fabric he rips from your body, you’re left wishing he would put you out of your misery and claim you.
“Please, Rex.” You beg shamelessly, covering your eyes with your arm when you’re left in nothing but your undergarments.
“Shh, I got you cyar’ika…I got you.” The Captain coos at you as he traces lines up and down your body, passing his fingers in between your thighs teasingly and laughing when he notices goosebumps erupt across your skin. You peak from above your wrist, only to find him studying you closely and with a hunger unseen on his features before.
“S-stop looking at me like that.” You turn your head to the side when he drags your arms away from your face and places them above your head, making you wish he wasn’t enjoying making you flustered.
“Like what?” He’s nearly breathless as he asks you the question, not caring for how wanton he looks as he hovers his lips above your sternum before slowly making his way down your stomach.
“Like…like-” You can’t find the words to tell him what he looks like, mostly because you know he’ll only laugh and reiterate whatever you say in agreement and cause you to feel even more embarrassed at being the subject of his scrutiny.
“Like I want to eat you? Like I want to devour every fucking inch of you? Like I want to mark you with my teeth and hands until the whole kriffing galaxy knows who’s making you feel good? Is that how I’m looking at you sweet girl?” He pronounces each question with a harsh bite to your skin, smiling wickedly at you as he descends between your thighs and shoves them wide open to make room for himself.
“Y-yes…I- oh gods please Rex, just- just…”
“I hate to break it to you ner cyare, but I will never,” he growls his need for you against the edge of your panties, biting down and chuckling when you twitch beneath him and reach for his shoulder, “ever,” his voice is much rougher, and you think that perhaps he will kill you through sheer frustration, “ stop looking at you like that.” You whine his name, and as you try to ask him once more to not be so brazen with you, he shoves his nose into your core and breathes in deeply. It’s absolutely filthy, the manner in which he nudges along the damp material hiding you from him while staring directly into your eyes. You shouldn’t be surprised by how far dilated his pupils are, but as you sink your nails into his muscles, you furrow your eyebrows and will yourself to continue staring at him, wanting to ensure that he wants this just as much as you.
“Rex…please, touch me.” You slide one of your hands up to his cheek, cupping his chiseled jaw beneath your palm out of fear of having him move away.
“I am touching you, mesh’la.” Rex raises a curious eyebrow at you, nuzzling into your hand when he feels you settle down and whine in frustration.
“I need more.” You hope he understands what you’re trying to say, but it seems that Rex wants nothing more than to push you over the edge of irritation, huffing out in laughter once as he leans over and kisses your inner thighs.
“Like this?” He asks, licking the spot he’s kissed before moving to the space just below your hip and nipping it lightly. “Or like this?” He inquires with a whisper, taking the edge of your panties in between his teeth and pulling them up until he makes sure you’re still looking at him before letting go and smirking at the snapping sound that forces you to jolt your hips into his face. He must be able to see the annoyance etched on your features because as soon as you try to sit up on your elbows and give him a piece of your mind, he drags both of his hands beneath your thighs and hoists them up until you’re perfectly laid out for him.
“Rex, if you don’t- ahhh fuck,” you throw your head back as soon as you feel the heat of his mouth engulf your wet core. He’s licking you violently through the flimsy fabric of your panties, and when you manage to look down at him through dazed eyes, Rex shoves the material aside and shoves his tongue violently against your clit. You drag your nails across his scalp before you realize how painful it might be, but when you attempt to grab anything else, Rex shakes his head and sucks on your clit before letting go altogether.
“Don’t fucking stop…mark me baby, mark me so the whole GAR knows who fucks you like the filthy jetii’ika I know you are.” Your eyes widen in shock at his words, amazed that the normally respectful and shy Captain is capable of groaning the filthiest words ever as he goes down on you. You return your hands to his blonde hair, a zap of lightning shooting across your muscles when you feel the buzzed cut tickle your heated skin while he continues to fuck you with his tongue.
“Rex…oh fuck, you- you feel so good. Please don’t stop…don’t stop Captain!” You don’t mean for the honorific to fall so easily from your lips, and you look down to see if it made him uncomfortable, only to find him staring hungrily at you as he pulls you harder on his face.
“Is that what you want, cyar’ika? You want me to be your Captain…give you orders and make you cum on my face before I fuck you till you can’t feel your legs?” You know it’s a rhetorical question because he returns his attention to your engorged clit soon after, laying his tongue flat against your bundle nerves as he drools over the fingers resting just below his mouth. You want to watch him as he worships you, commit to memory the desperation filling every muscle of his body as he shows you how much he craves you, but as soon as he eases two of his fingers past your slit and rubs against your walls, you’re shutting your eyes and arching your back at the sudden flash of pleasure that takes over your whole body.
“Cum for me ner jetii’ika,” the tone of his voice, along with the needy order, are all it takes for you to reach your pleasure, and you dig your nails into his scalp in an attempt to bring him closer to you as you roll your hips back and forth against his mouth. You can’t feel anything except his tongue and his fingers, and you manage to look down through heavy-lidded eyes to watch Rex as he makes you cum. Your body shakes violently when you see his Force signature turn into a bright cloud of red, the shade validating to you the Captain’s feelings as he continues to assault your cunt until you grow oversensitive.
You try to push him off of you but he is relentless in his mission to pleasure you, wrapping his arms around your hips and pushing down your body until you understand that he won’t be letting you go anytime soon. You feel empty all of a sudden, but then you notice his wet fingers as they grab you through your chest bindings and you feel another wave of ecstasy slowly creep up on you.
“R-Rex…I-”
“Drench my face, sir.” You’re not sure what it is that coaxes another orgasm out of you, if it is the way he orders you to cum on his mouth again, or the sound of the honorific falling from his lips as he licks and sucks on your clit. You scream his name like a benediction, the sensation he was bringing upon your fatigued body driving you mad with lust. You can faintly hear him moan your name in return, and it’s only when you look down after he’s let up do you realize that you’ve done exactly what he wanted and drenched his face. You should be embarrassed, but as Rex licks at you softly with a lazy smile, you realize that he may have enjoyed this more than you.
“Oh maker, I- I’ve never…” You try to speak but your voice comes out hoarse, making Rex laugh even harder as he sits up and wipes his face with the back of his hand.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen sweetheart…I want you to do it again.” He drags his gaze down your body as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, the same ones that were showing you stars not a moment ago. He looks positively sinful, and you giggle embarrassingly at him before you try to reach for the tent on his sweatpants.
“No,” he grips your wrist tightly and falls against you, pushing you down into his bed with his whole body before reaching for both of your hands and laying them above your head. You frown at him, unsure why he was denying you the same pleasure he brought upon you.
“Don’t look so upset, mesh’la.” He winks at you as he kisses down your neck and licks the water droplets sticking to your sternum. You sigh heavily and extend your neck out further to give him more access, the action pleasing him more than you thought it would and making him groan deeply into your breasts. “Believe me when I tell you…if you touch me now, this night will end much earlier than I would like it to.” He sucks bruises across your chest, managing to hold both of your wrists with one hand while the other moves to unbind the wrapping around your breasts. It doesn’t take much to reveal you to his eyes, and when you’re finally freed of the offending article of clothing, Rex growls before ascending upon you, not caring for how rough he’s being as he takes a nipple in between his teeth while he rolls his thumb over the other.
“Ah f-fuck…Rex, you- your tongue is- oh kriff, I need you Captain…please. I want to feel you, want you to fuck me, hard.”
“Yeah sweetheart?” Rex soothes the love bites with his tongue, swirling the rough muscle around your hardened peak until your chest rises and falls rapidly. He’s memorizing every inch of your skin, and you notice his smile grow deeper when he sees evidence of his claim beginning to appear all over your body. You always imagined him to be possessive with things he enjoyed, but you never thought once you’d be at the receiving end of such dedication, such admiration.
“Claim me, my dear Captain.” You plead one last time, tilting your head down to try and kiss the top of his head in an attempt to make him lose control. The gesture does the trick, and Rex ascends up your body and takes your lips in between his own, ripping the breath out of your lungs as he sucks and licks into your mouth until you could no longer focus on anything but the sensations he was ringing from your body. You whine and moan for him as he pushes you harder into his sheets, and when you tries to rest his weight on one of his arms, you throw your own around his neck and pull him as flush to you as possible.
“I want to feel you, all of you.” You whisper the request against his cheek, kissing his jaw lightly in anticipation for what comes next. When you sense his hand moving down your body, you nip across his neck and mirror his actions from earlier, distracting him on his journey just as he did with you not a moment ago.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me.” Rex groans against your forehead as he struggles to pull the edge of his sweatpants down his hips. It becomes very clear to him soon that you weren’t going to let up on marking his skin, and he sighs in irritation before deciding to pull his cock out from underneath the band of his pants.
“Please Rex,” you urge him with soft pleas and wet kisses, laying your head back to look into his eyes as he pushes aside your panties and rubs your clit with the hard tip of his cock.
“Are you ready for me, cyare?” Rex asks, furrowing his eyebrows in focus so as to not hurt you. You nod frantically at him, widening your legs even further to allow him to settle more comfortably in between your thighs.
“Fuck me, Captain.” You breathe against his quivering lips, sighing in relief when the crown of his dick catches at your wet entrance.
“Yes, sir!” It’s all the warning you get before Rex thrusts his throbbing cock into your cunt, and you watch with fascination as the aura shadowing over the two of you becomes an even deeper shade of red, one that mixed perfectly with his normally blue hue and created a soothing new wave to your eyes.
Neither of you move, looking into the other’s eyes to ensure that this was actually happening.
Rex struggles to breathe, and you massage his neck with your fingers before shifting your hips to get closer to him. The movement sends his cock gliding against your clenching walls, and you both moan the other’s name as you feel pure ecstasy take over your spirits.
“You- you feel…” Rex tries to speak, but he loses focus of the sentence, instead moving all of his attention into committing this moment to memory.
“Perfect.” You finish his thought, leaning up and kissing his lips once before relaxing back into the mattress and silently urging him to move. When he pulls out of you and pushes back in slowly, you realize that you’ll never get enough of this.
Enough of him.
And from the way he was gazing down at you, it seems that the feeling was mutual.
“Rex, just- I want you to cum. I don’t care about me, I only w-want to feel you cum.” You cross your legs behind his back to bring him deeper inside you, the action forcing a cry from his lips that sounds awfully like your name. You giggle beneath him, pride feeling your chest at being the one to bring him to such pleasure.
“I- I’ll be damned if you don’t cum on my cock at least once tonight, mesh’la.” The promise is accompanied with a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you gulp nervously at him, shutting your eyes to relish in the feeling of being so full. Each thrust brings about a fresh wave of arousal to your core, and you dig your nails into his back to show him just how good he’s making you feel. The delicious drag of his cock across your tight walls nearly makes you question whether this was all real, not because you didn’t expect him to feel so perfect inside you, but because he was so much better than your imagination.
His grunts are music to your ears, and you leave a trail of kisses across face the closer he gets to his peak, wanting him to scream your name when he finally cums and claims you. It’s a battle of needs at this point, with your minds telling you to make this last as long as possible but your joined bodies screaming for a sweet release. You can feel every inch of him, every hard vein slide against your fluttering walls the harder he fucks into you.
There is so much on your mind, so much you want to tell him, but you’re not coherent enough to remotely breathe out a string of affirmations to him, so you instead look back into his eyes and hope he can see right through you, recognize every bit of your heart that has always screamed his name since they day you met.
“I- I won’t last much longer, cyar’ika.” He manages to confess as he thrusts become harder, deeper, more intimate. You shake your head and whisper your lack of care for what he just said, wanting him to finally mark you as his own and fill you with his seed. There’s something inherently faithful about wanting him to fuck his cum inside you, a sensation you’re aware would scream your devotion to each other but is against every rule set in place for someone like you…someone like him as well,
But you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when Rex was finally sinking so sweetly into your pussy over and over again until you couldn’t think of anything else but how utterly divine he felt as he joined your bodies with a string of unparalleled pleasure.
“Ner jetii’ika, I- I’m…oh kriff, where do I-”
“Inside me, please!” You cut him off, swallowing his moans as he shakes above you while bringing one of his hands in between your bodies, the sudden touch of his digits against your oversensitive clit making you arch your back into his chest and part your lips for him. He grunts several times while rubbing your hardened bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around your own when he feels you clench harshly around him. You shudder beneath him, unable to fathom the sensations he was pulling from you so easily, so exquisitely. Just as you break the kiss to breathe, Rex growls your name in between expletives, shoving his cock into you a few times before finally coming undone. Your pleasure lasts for longer than you thought possible, the feeling of his seed painting your walls and oozing out of you somehow making you feel even more attuned to his pleasure, as if his ecstasy was connected to your own and refused to part from it. He bucks his hips into you with shallow thrusts, resting his forehead against your chest as he slowly comes down from the brief high.
You’re both too dazed to move a single muscle, and when you try to unwrap your legs from around him, Rex hisses in surprise at feeling your pussy flutter around him one last time. He finally sits up to look at you, and you watch as the smirk on his face grows with each bit of skin he sees adorned with his touch.
“So…all of that means ‘mesh’la’?” You break the silence and laugh along with him when he finally catches on to what you’re referring to, only to hiss in discomfort when he pulls out of you and leaves you empty. You watch as Rex reluctantly sits up and shoves your thighs apart to look at the mess he’s made of you. You want to shake your head at him, call him disgusting for being so obvious with what he’s done to you, but when you find him biting his lips and staring at you with newfound lust, you realize that teasing him may not be the best idea now.
“Fuck cyare, you look beautiful.” You giggle as you hide behind your arms once more, making Rex tease you about your shy bedside manner when he was literally fucking you into kingdom come not a moment ago. He gets up and walks to the refresher, quickly coming back to you to clean you up so you don’t have to move much. You can’t help but look at him with adoration as he rubs every inch of your skin. He’s careful and patient with you, taking his time to caress your skin before throwing the towel aside and reaching for one of his shirts to hand you.
“Why give me a shirt when you know you’ll take it off of me in another hour?” You ask him teasingly, laughing hysterically when he throws it aside and shoves his sweatpants down his thighs.
Your eyes shift to his cock instantly, and you marvel at how thick and long he is…and the fact that he was already starting to get hard again.
“To even the field,” he winks at you as he slips beneath the covers and pulls you into his side, wrapping his arm around you before dimming down the lights.
You sit in silence for what feels like hours, drawing patterns on his beautiful, bronze chest while he rubs your shoulder and back to soothe your body. It’s only after a while that Rex finally breaks the quiet air of the room and looks down at you, waiting until you meet his eyes before he finally tells you what he’s wanted to say for so long.
“I would rather die than let anything happen to you, ner cyare. You know that right?” He says, matter-of-factly, and you sense a sliver of anxiety fill his otherwise calm aura for a brief moment before it evaporates into thin air.
“I know darling, and you know by now that the feeling is mutual.” It’s not what he wants to hear, that you are sure of, but you can’t find it in yourself to lie to him, wanting him to know that you care for him just as much as he cares for you.
“I guess both of us are going to be stubborn about this.” He shakes his head and leans over to kiss your forehead before resting back against the pillow once more.
“You bet your sweet ass.” You retort immediately, yelping in shock when he pinches your shoulder and sends you closer into his chest.
“You haven’t even seen my ass, sweetheart.” He snorts at your comeback, glancing down at you for a moment before shutting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of having you so willing and relaxed in his arms.
“Oh, believe me Captain, I have seen your ass…and I fucking love it.”
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Push & Pull
Pairing: Captain Rex x Jedi! Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Genre: Angst (i’m sorry)
Warnings: there’s a bit of a makeout scene in the beginning, the rest I can’t give away without spoiling the story so be warned
A/N: It really was supposed to be fluffy at first but... it was too tempting. I based the Title off a KARD song. Also if the consensus demands it I’ll write the part two I’ve been planning for this. Feedback is really appreciated for this! I worked hard on it and I’m actually quite proud of it!
Summary: What happens when the reality of your secret relationship comes crashing in, and the fear peaks out from amongst the rubble.
AKA You push him away and he tries to pull you back in.
You could taste the desire littered across his tongue as you both consumed each other. His hands grabbed at the nape of your neck desperate to pull you closer to him than what was physically possible. You were clinging on to each breath as your mouths moved as one, refusing to let the other go. He was your safety net, the one thing you felt too selfish to ever let go of, even if it meant taking him down with you. Not that the galaxy would ever let you two find peace. It was tumultuous and violent, and there was no escape, not for any single inhabitant. But for the two of you, there was no hope. Your little secret was doomed to explode from the start.
He was a soldier and you a Jedi. There were countless things wrong with whatever this was, yet you could never seem to get enough, until now. If attachment and love were forbidden, then how was it so easy to fall into this in the first place? Especially when the man in front of you looked to be carved by the stars himself. Was this supposed to be what temptation was like? Painful and gut-wrenching but deliciously so. And how were you supposed to let him go?
“Mesh’la,” he breathes out. Effortlessly, like everything else he does. “I think I lost you back there. I only noticed because it’s kind of hard to make out with a durasteel wall.” You chuckled, looking into the warm irises of the man you’ve grown to love. It broke you, seeing that look of pure adoration in his eyes because you knew that in a matter of time, all you would see is misery within them. You tried to keep every bit of fear you had inside, instead choosing to relish in the unbridled happiness Rex brought you, but there is only so much a person can take before the dam breaks, and it finally did. A lone tear sinks down your cheek accompanied by a sniffle, the only signs you’re willing to let peak through, but it’s plenty enough to worry your beloved Captain. His calloused hands moved to hold your face and wipe the evidence of your turmoil.
“Cyare, talk to me. What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?” He moved to press a chaste kiss to your temple, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. A cascade of sobs echoed across your quarters accompanied by soft hushes and words of encouragement, as he held you tight to his chest, rubbing circles into your hip bone.
“I’m sorry,” was all you could muster out in between your sobs, trying desperately to regulate your breathing.
“For what?” He asked, his gaze continuing to bore holes in yours, the concern ebbing off him in waves.
“For loving you,” you choke out. You were sure he wasn’t able to make any of it out between heaving, sobs, and snot-filled sniffles. But judging by the silence and lack of movement in the room, he was a bit shocked by your confession.
The silence that passed was agony as you watched those gears turn in his head as he was trying to make sense of it all. You watched as the facade of this hardened man started to crack and crumble above you. He was slowly starting to understand the connotation of your words and where this conversation was headed.
“Why?” He asked finally letting out that agonizing breath you had assumed he had been holding in.
“I just-” You took a breath, it coming out far shakier than you would’ve liked, “I can’t do this to you. Not anymore. I have been incredibly selfish with your feelings, knowing of the consequences that are destined for us. You deserve so much more than that.”
He was still frozen in his place, so you just decided to continue. “I’m sorry Rex. There’s not much hope for either of us with the lives we have led. I love you.” You stared at the stars countless nights, wondering, dreaming of this moment. The moment you finally put it all on the line and told him you loved him. But the last option to ever grace your thoughts was that you told him while you were doing this. You expected the moment to be filled with kisses and warm hugs and the only feeling that could be felt was love. Not this. “But that’s not enough. That will never be enough when this, us, is bound to break and shatter in all the worst ways possible.”
“And how is that guaranteed in your eyes? With the way you are talking, it sounds like we have no choice but to surrender to it. To run away and cower in fear. But how do we know for sure things are going to blow up in our faces? Shouldn’t we be allowed to be happy?” You were angry. Not at him, but at all this destruction, death, and violence that promises no reprieve, and yet he still chooses to hold on to the hope that one day it will. That one day this war will be over. When you know that there’s no way the galaxy could ever find peace.
“Because Rex” You screamed, your heart pouring itself out through your voice. “You are a Captain in the Grand Army of the Republic and I am a Knight of the Jedi Order. Someone catches one whiff of us and you’re court-martialed and I’m removed from the order. I could possibly live with that, but the punishment for you is not something I could live with. Rex, they would kill you.”
“You don’t know that,” he sighed.
“But I do, which is why I know we can’t do this anymore. Not with a cost this high,” you let out one last shaky sigh before you moved to the door. Finalizing your decision in ending your happiness and going back to the shell you once were, by command of the Jedi.
“You can’t leave,” he gritted out through barred teeth, “You made me a promise when you first came to our command. That we are a team.” He shot up from his position on shaky legs, all of his emotions evident in his stance, “And that we get through things together. You can’t make this decision on your own. You promised.” It was hard to catch that last bit, it was barely a whisper.
“This is the only decision to make, can’t you see Rex? We have no other choice.” You saw it. For the first time ever, your hardened but warm and loving Captain finally broke. Relinquishing the control he’s tried desperately to cling to since his inception, a tear falls down his cheeks. Something you’ve never seen before and it breaks your heart even more.
“What I see is you being selfish!” Those words hit you like a gut punch because he was right. You were being selfish. But it was all you could do to keep the one thing that makes you feel human, safe. You were taught nearly your whole life to avoid emotions and attachments, and because of it you nearly functioned like a droid. Your only focus was to do what they told you to. Then Rex came along and gave you a reason to fight, to feel, to exist. And the idea of losing him in this endless battle of torment was something you couldn’t stomach.
“I’m not a droid, Cyare. I make my own decisions, you can’t make them for me.” He was yelling now, even though his volume wasn’t ridiculously loud, avoiding unnecessary attention. It was still his choice of words and how he said them that made your knees buckle. There was an overwhelming feeling to fall to the ground and melt but you needed to be strong and get out of this, for both your sakes.
“I have never once compared you to that of a droid. You are fully capable, but I can’t play games with your life, Rex. You are the most important thing in my life.” You let out a sob, one of many since this debacle began, but one that fully conveyed just what you were feeling at that moment.
“Please, just stay. We can talk this through, what you’re feeling. We don’t have to leave it like this.” He put your face in his hands again, kissing you while he still shook in fear. One that was a silent beg, to not let go.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks, “I don’t know how.” You opened the door knowing that once you take this step there was no coming back, and took one last look at the man who meant everything to you.
“Please,” he cried. And with that, you left. Abandoning the only bit of freedom you ever had.
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Bets
Captain Rex x reader
A bet was made throughout the 501st that their Jedi couldn’t take out the training droids without a lightsaber or the force
Fluff with a little extra fluff
“I think without their use of the force or their lightsabers, they would have a harder time fighting these tin cans.” Hardcase explained as he downed another shot.
“Our commander is more than capable.” Rex leaned back in his seat with a hard look.
“Of course you would say that.” Fives nudged his commander with a knowing look.
Rex glared at his brother, an all telling sign for him to shut up. No one else knew about the relationship between himself and their Jedi. Except for Fives because of the times he stumbled upon them outside of 79’s in the alley way. Now sworn to secrecy Five still likes to make jokes here and there.
“I think our commander would kick ass!” Jesse defended.
“We should make a bet.” Tup suggested as he leaned his elbows onto the table, “Whose in?”
I watched from a few steps away, the loud atmosphere was enough to hide my presence. It was another win for the republic and everyone was here to celebrate. I watched my boys take credits out and place them on the table.
“So… Care to explain what is going on here?” I asked with a chuckle as I finally made my presence known.
“Commander!” Jesse looked surprised, “We were just… Uh?”
I watched as Rex rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink, “You boys started this, might as well tell her.”
It amused me how much he took on the older brother role, but it warmed my heart all the same. I could feel him relax under the light pressure of my touch as I waited for one of the boys to answer.
My gaze briefly trailed across the side of Rex’s face. Almost two weeks has passed since I was able to be this close to him. I couldn’t help the slide of my palm against the shoulder plate of his uniform. I knew it wasn’t truly him. Getting to touch him like that would have to wait until we were alone, but his uniform was apart of him and he wore it proudly.
“It’s nothing!” Hardcase mutter as he scratched the back of his neck.
“The boys are making a bet… Again.” Rex answered for them.
“Hm… Now I’m intrigued.” I hummed and took my seat next to Rex, “What is this bet about?”
“Well commander, half of us think that you wouldn’t be able to last as long as us on the battlefield without your Jedi powers and lightsaber while the other half believes that you can.” Kix explained while nudges and subtle laughter was shared between my squad.
“I’m the other half commander!” Jesse smiled proudly as he rose his hand in the air and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.
“Thank you Jess.” I smiled gratefully at my friend.
“Kiss up.” Hawk rolled his eyes and the group fell into a fit of laughter.
“Hm… How would this work?” I paced my hand on my chin in mock debate, “Well I don’t have any missions scheduled any time soon so would your training simulators suffice to settle this bet of yours?”
“You would really do it?” Fives asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
I nodded, “Like Jesse, I believe I have pretty decent chance without my Jedi abilities so why not?”
79’s atmosphere was loud, clones taking a break from the war to have a good time. I could hear my squad clearly as they hollered in excitement at my answer. They soon fell into another humorous debate over who was the strongest team member and I had to stop myself from snorting at their displays of masculinity. What warmed my heart the most was being surrounded by my boys as well as the other troopers who survived our recent battle against the separatists.
Thankfully, no more attention was directed to me as the 501st immersed themselves in their celebration. I haven’t been able to see him since we parted ways after the meeting with Ashoka, Anakin, and Obiwan. A sudden burst of relief flowed through me as I once again thanked the force that Rex was alive, still here with me.
I glanced down to the space that Rex left for me, his left arm resting across the back of the booth, allowing me to fit in beside him if I chose to. I smiled softly and took my seat. I could feel his warmth through his armor and it felt like home against my body.
He felt like home…
I leaned into him to gain his attention, “And you, captain?” I tilted my head and waited for Rex to answer.
He glanced at me, “You know my answer commander.” He replied with a knowing smirk that I returned fully.
I turned my head and the two of us fell into a comfortable silence as we watched our family. Echo was currently trying to beat Hardcase in an arm wrestle while Tub was trying to explain how to smooth talk a girl to Jesse while Fox just shook his head at Tub’s so called ‘wisdom’.
It was when I felt Rex’s free hand against my thigh that the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I placed my right hand on top of his, rubbing my thumb against his worn knuckles. He leaned down to my ear.
I felt his hot breath against my skin as he whispered, “Are you ready to go home?” He asked I knew he was clearly referring to his place.
It was just a little apartment given to me by the republic, but it had meant every to me and now to him. A place to call his own… Our own.
I nodded, clearly not trusting myself to answer with his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. I knew that no one in the entire galaxy could make me feel this much love towards anyone the way I did for him. And I had a feeling it was the same for him.
This was going to be a long night…
“Rex?” I whispered his name as I slid my palm across his to hold his hand.
We lied in the comfort of the silk sheets. I bought them during my few days off a couple weeks ago. The moon outside casted a dim light over our covered forms.
Movement underneath my hand brought a smile to my face from the very man that threw all meanings of no attachment out the window. If any of my fellow Jedi would know about what we share… I’d be kicked out of the order and would never be able to fight by Rex’s side again. A dark feeling consumed me at the thought of not being able to protect him. I quickly pushed it away deciding to focus on the now, which included my self being awake while he slept peacefully.
An urge to wake him crept through me. That consuming feeling of missing him even if he was right beside me took over the Jedi urge to subdue my feelings.
“Are you awake?” I whispered into the quiet space only filled with sounds of speeders and ships flying not to far from our window.
“Mm… I am now.” He muttered slowly. His voice was deeper than normal from the sudden use of it after hours of peaceful quiet.
He cleared it to speak more clearly, “What is it cyare?” I could feel him sit up slightly to surround his area and I knew he had his free hand placed on the blaster secured to the side of the bed.
“I missed you.” I said sheepishly suddenly feeling a little guilty for worrying him.
He chuckled lowly, the raspiness in his voice sending my heart clench as he relaxed back into the bed, “I’m right here mesh’la.”
I rolled on top of him, “You know what I mean. I haven’t seen you in weeks and I just...”
“You saw me during a holo call.” He teased and I couldn’t help, but cherish this side of him.
Usually he was very strict only light banter when he was on duty, but here… Just alone with me, he let his relaxed self show.
I slapped his chest lightly, “You know what I mean.”
He lifted his head then to place a light kiss on my lips. I never knew a kiss could make me melt away into utter bliss until I met him, but then again this was Rex. The man could make running a hundred laps in the blistering sun feel good.
“I missed you too.” He spoke softly making my heart beat a hundred times faster.
A blush rose to my cheeks as I nuzzled my nose into his neck, sinking happily into his warmth.
The next words he spoke had me grinning. He didn’t say, will you be nervous? or you can always say no. He said…
“Are you ready to prove my brothers wrong?” He asked.
“I am.” I grinned.
“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, “Do you want to bake some cookies?”
“Rex.” I laughed looking over to our holoclock, “It’s three am.”
I felt his shoulders move, showing me that he shrugged, “You’re the one who woke me up and we didn’t exactly eat dinner earlier. I’m hungry.”
I rolled over him and off the bed, never letting go of his hand,
When the day of the test came, the entire 501st showed up as well as any clone troopers not being drafted that day. The ramps above the training field were filled with cheers and yells as I got through each droid.
“The general is going to make it!” I heard Hardcase distance voice yell.
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I slowed my breathing. The training droids lied on the ground around me, each with a bullet embedded somewhere on their metal bodies.
“Whoo!” Jesse yelled from where he stood on the platform, “See boys! I told you she could do it! Pay up Kix!” I watched his hand shoot out towards the medic of the group.
I gave the 501st a thumbs up as I fell on my ass in exhaustion. Almost an hour and I finally… Finally! Managed to take out these droids.
“I see you’ve put our famous Jedi to work.” Anakin commended as he stood onto the platform looking down at me with a smirk, “I could’ve done it in half the time.”
“Be my guest sky guy.” I motioned for him to take my place.
His glare was as quick as his attitude, “Did Ahsoka tell you to call me that?” He crossed his arms, looking at his padawan, “Ahsoka.”
“I would never.” Ashoka smirked stepped up beside her master, “Besides, my master likes his lightsaber too much.” She teased as she stepped onto the platform, “I, on the other hand would love to give it a try.”
“Glad to see my old padawan is always up for a challenge.” Windu smiled.
“Master!” I quickly stood up and hoped up on the ramp to greet him.
“You did well.” He nodded approvingly.
“Thank you, master.” I returned his nod with one of my own, “I owe my skills to you.”
“You’ve earned your skills from hard work and focus.” He patted my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Rex kept a respectable distance until Master Windu left to attend an important meeting. Sometimes I forget that we still have to be careful around anyone who wasn’t Anakin, Padme, Cody, Jesse and Ahsoka. Our circle was small, but we quite liked it this way.
My hand found his the moment I reached his side.
He lent down to speak quietly in my ear, “You did good cyare.”
“Did you have any doubt?” I smiled cheekily.
He chuckled leaning back, “Never.”
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𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕚'𝕞 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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Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader
Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.
Chapter summary: The 501st adopts a new member. The boys are sceptical of their new soldier's role in the garrison. She makes effort into getting to know the 501st and makes some friends.
Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader
Warnings: None (for this chapter)T for teen (for this chapter)
Word count: 1.7k
Genre: Fluff and angst
A/n: Hello all! I wanted to contribute to the rex fanfics because I noticed he doesn't have many series about him. Just a little about this story, the mc is black coded and her heritage, planet, and language is based off of western africa. That being said everyone regardless of race is welcomed to read (please read). Feel free to give me feedback and requests i'd love the interaction.
Chapter One:
You were awoken by the mechanical noise around you. Your back ached as you sat up, glancing over to the Twi'lek next to you. She snored softly slumped over in her seat. The ship rumbled lowly, you unclipped your belt and stood up stretching out your arms and back. Your tail whipped left and right as it has been squeezed from constantly sitting on it. Walking up to the cockpit door, you knocked quietly so as to not wake your friend. The blaster door opened with a hiss.
“Hey, are we almost there?” the co-pilot turned to you giving you a relaxed but stern look, something that most of the clones you've met have.
“We're pulling out of hyperspace in about five minutes, probably best to buckle up again might be a little bumpy.”
You thanked him quietly and turned around back to your seat. The door hissed closed. You put your hand on your friend's shoulder and shook gently.
“Na'wi (nawee), hey” She stirred and opened her eyes a bit.
“ We're here already?” She said with a rasp to her voice.
“In about five minutes.” You buckled back up to prepare for landing, Na'wi rubbed her eyes.
“Are you nervous?” She twisted and cracked her joints as she asked.
“Yeah a little, it's hard to know what to expect. Like what if they don't like us?” She looked at you amused.
“They'll have to get used to it!” She smiled. The ship lurched forward indicating dropping out of hyperspace.
After the ship landed both you and Na'wi grabbed your luggage. Two duffel bags, one filled with personal items and a small amount of clothing. The other is filled with the gear you both will use for your new jobs. Field nurses were not unheard of but outsourcing them from coruscant certainly was. The republic had field nurse clones, but they wanted specially trained doctors to assist the war effort. We all have one objective, to save men. You and Na'wi were selected from a pool of trainees in your medical program. You both showed mental and physical prowess and excelled at combat training. You were assigned to the 501st battalion while Na'wi was assigned to the 212th. Na'wi was over the moons when she found out about your assignments, you guys wouldn't be completely separated. You'd be lying if you said you weren't grateful to be with her although you chose not to share that with her.
You walked off the short ramp into the hangar. Troopers were scattered around the area going to their destinations or doing tasks. Two men stood off the side of your ship.
“Hello, you two must be our new recruits.” the man with short light brown hair said in a posh accent.
The other man with long dark brown hair and a scar over one eye gave a curt hello and a small smile.
“Hi! Yes we are, I'm Na'wi.” Na'wi stuck her hand out for both of them to shake.
You greeted them and introduced yourself without shaking their hands. You are not a fan of physical touch.
“Well, let's show you both to your quarters, and we will give you a rundown of your role here.” The British one introduced himself as Obi-wan Kenobi. He would be Na'wi's commander. The dark-haired one who called himself Anakin Skywalker is your commander. As the four of you walked they explained the different parts of the ship, when mealtimes are, and generally how things operate. You were a little overwhelmed with the new environment and information overload so you opted to explore the ship on your own once you got the time.
“Alright, here we are, your rooms are fully furnished and ready for you two. The med bay is about a three-minute walk down that corridor.” Obi-wan said as he pointed to the right.
“We'll leave you both to get settled. Meet us at the barracks in thirty minutes to greet the men.” Anakin said.
With that, they left. Na'wi bounced in excitement as she opened to blaster door. Your rooms were conjoined. There was a shared living room with a couch facing the holoprojector. The channel was not set so it was an idle screen. A small table and four chairs sat close to the corner. You walked into the door on the right. The bedroom was simple, a bed with a nightstand next to it, a closet, and a door that led to a small refresher. There were no windows in the little apartment provided, you at least hoped for one so you can see the stars pass by.
“It's so grey in here!” Na'wi exclaimed as she dumped her duffles on the couch. She grabbed the holo projector remote and started sifting through the channels.
“Yeah, we'll definitely need some decor in here.” You said back to her. You stepped out of the bedroom.
“Do you care what room you have Na'wi?”
“ Nope, I'm sure they are both the same.” You walked into the left bedroom and sure enough, she was right. You walked back to the right bedroom and dropped your duffels, not really sure why you preferred the right bedroom already.
“Come on let's get familiar with the ship while we have time” You were about to walk out of your new home but stopped suddenly. Na'wi who was following looked at you confused.
“What?” she asked.
“Should we change? I mean they are all gonna be in their uniforms and stuff. Maybe we should at least put on our medbay uniforms?”
You both looked down at your attire. You opted to dress comfy for travel, with a grey tank top and loose green cargo pants that had an opening for your tail, and a tactical brown jacket. Your tail was uncovered for the most part save for a piece of decorative gold jewelry close to the base. The tuft of hair at the end was a little bit matted. Na'wi chose to wear tight-fitting dark blue pants and a loose cream-colored button-up. Over that she had a tactical belt to hold her belongings.
“Yeah, maybe this isn't the best first impression.” Na'wi chuckled a bit her light purple skin flushed into a darker shade.
You both changed into your non-combat medical bay uniforms. They were simple white structured tunic that zips in the front. The medical emblem was printed on the left shoulder ad upper chest. The pants were almost like a structured leggings with pockets. Thankfully your uniform was stretchy and breathable. You decided to keep the gold cuff on your tail. You looked in your closet mirror and admired to fit, you both gave your measurements before attending so they could curate some uniforms for both of you. You did not expect the uniform to be so flattering. You finished off the uniform with the brown leather belt provided and took a deep breath.
“Hey, are you gonna wear that stupid little hat with it? cuz I'm not” Na'wi called from her room.
“Nah it's ugly, plus I don't know if it'll fit on my head with certain hairstyles.”
You and Na'wi met in your common room. She gave you an approving look and you smiled.
“ Looking good,” You said feigning flirtation.
“ Not too bad yourself there” Na'wi winked at you.
You both walked out of the blaster doors.
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“Alright, men! We have a new member of the battalion, I expect you all to treat her with respect and dignity just like your brothers.” Anakin paced down the corridor listing off your duties as a field medic. The soldiers of the 501st stood at attention giving you small glances. A young Togruta girl walks up to you with her hand outstretched.
“Hi in Ahsoka nice to meet you captain” You shook her hand gently and introduced yourself. You were a little puzzled at the title of captain as no one told you that you'd have a rank. Anakin walked up and gestured towards the men standing before you, your queue to speak.
“Um, hello...” You cleared your throat.
“I hope to get to know all of you over time and I'll do my best to take care of you all” You didn't have a speech prepared so that fell flat.
One of the soldiers with a blonde buzz cut walked up to you. His face was a little more hardened than some of the other ones in line.
“I'm Rex captain of the 501st nice to meet you” He saluted you and stepped aside after the short introduction.
“Any questions?” Anakin asked the soldiers. A clone with a goatee to the far right of the line answered.
“If I may sir, why do we need a civvie field medic? We have kix who is trained for this kind of stuff.” Anakin glanced over at you.
“Well, my job is mostly recon. In the research I did, many men die from simply not being treated. My job is to find and treat them before they succumb to their injuries instead of just leaving them there. Clones have the ability to heal quickly, so the hope is to save more rather than make more. Your current field medic, kix has other duties such as assisting you all on the battlefield. He mostly will deal with smaller injuries. Also, what's your name?”
“Fives ma'am” He nodded at you.
“Captain” Rex said pointedly at the soldier.
“Oh that's not necessary my name is fine” You gave all the men a small smile.
“Anyone else?” The commander said bordering on annoyance.
“Alright, dismissed” Anakin announced. The men dispersed murmuring amongst themselves some walking away.
“So where are you from?” Ahsoka looked at you with curious eyes.
“I'm from a small planet called Igbo, I don't actually know how to say it in basic but it means rainforest”
“Yeah, no offense but I've never seen anyone like you, or heard of that planet either.” The guy known as fives approaches you.
“Yeah I mean there's really no reason for anyone to go there it's just...wet” You responded, Ahsoka chuckled.
“And I'm guessing all the people there have pointy ears and a weird smooth tail?” Fives raised an eyebrow.
“Oh! I have fangs too.” You flashed your teeth at him and he recoiled. You and Ahsoka laughed at his reaction.
“Let's go to the mess you must be hungry” Ahsoka led you away followed by fives.
A couple feet away stood the captain. He watched as the three of them engaged in friendly banter down the hall. He couldn't help but worry about their new recruit. The thought of a nat born getting hurt or killed on the battlefield didn't sit right with him.
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To Succour a Sombre Mind
Pairing : Captain Rex x gn!reader
Genre: Angst
Wordcount: 1557
Summary: idk what to write honestly
Warnings: quite a bit of reader’s pov, crying, swearing, yelling, thoughts of dying, mentions of medication, self h*rm, its really just me venting
Translations : cyare (beloved), cyar’ika (sweetheart), ner karta (my heart)
A/N: This fic was originally for Din but I realised that Rex was the perfect choice. See the end of the fic for more a/n.
[ please do not read if this topic makes you uncomfortable ]
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How is it possible that your mind is noisy but silent at the same time? Why were you experiencing this? Why isn’t anyone else noticing you falling apart? Is this a dream or a nightmare?
You ask yourself these questions everyday, repeating them over and over again but alas, you can never find answers.
People have told you that you were joyful, kind and calm. Will people say the same things again after looking at you now?
Sad. Rude. Angry.
You’re doing it for attention.
Stop being like this.
Change your attitude.
It will go away.
Be positive.
You’re overreacting.
Other people have it worse.
The voices. The voices never stop. The same old phrases stuck in your mind, repeating over and over and over again like a crazy fucking clock.
The same old everyday. The same old monotony every fucking second from the moment you wake up.
Your mind is like static, but you feel that you're surfing through thousands of holochannels.
How to end this? You do not know.
The Jedi council knew you needed help, so they consulted a healer and put you on medication. They think you’re conflicted, influenced by the Dark side.
That wasn’t the help you needed. You needed someone to just fucking listen. Listen to what? You do not know. You can’t form words. You don’t know what to explain.
You just needed someone to be there. To just be present. To hold you as you cry. To check in on you. To tell you that everything is going to be okay.
Even though it most probably would not.
Here you were, laid on the floor of your quarters like a dead body, never moving except for the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take. You were staring at the empty, hoary ceiling with swollen, red eyes and dried tear streaks on your cheeks.
You were too tired to cry anymore.
Your tongue peeked out to wet your dry, chapped lips. You were parched.
With an effort, you sat up slowly and looked around the tiny room. You can’t seem to see things properly. Your eyesight was blurry and your head was throbbing in pain.
Your eyes managed to catch the slim, long mirror mounted on the wall. You were too tired to walk so you crawled towards the mirror instead.
Will your mind stop spinning for a fucking second?
You sat up and leaned your head sideways against the wall, facing the mirror. You stared at yourself and swallowed the lump formed in your throat.
You burst into tears again.
“Stop crying you fucking idiot!” you yelled at yourself as your fist flew to punch the mirror.
Again, you sobbed for all the reasons but none at all.
You wanted to run away. You don’t know where to. Maybe the empty void up above is best.
Nothing but darkness and the stars. No one could hear you there.
No one could even find you there.
Then again, who would even find you? Maybe just one person in the entire universe.
You were quiet as you stared at your knuckles. They were bruised. How hard did you punch the mirror? You forgot.
Of course you forgot.
You can’t even remember the last time you were successful in a mission. Fucking hell, you even forgot your lightsaber training.
A knock on the door. Who could it be?
You stayed silent.
Another knock followed by silence again. You opened your mouth to tell whoever it is to go away but all that came out was a sob.
The door slid open, revealing your lover. Star-crossed at that.
You two could never be together forever, the both of you knew.
Well, life has always been unfair, right?
He entered your quarters wordlessly and placed his helmet on your desk. The door closed behind him.
Your eyes were still fixed on the mirror, staring at yourself. You’ve been staring at nothing for so long, you couldn’t make up your face anymore. You felt his presence beside you on the floor.
He sat down beside you and rested his back against the wall. Then, he silently took your blank form into his arms, allowing you to cling onto him.
He always knew how to comfort you.
You were like jelly in his arms, your hands were sandwiched between the both of your warm bodies as he placed his chin on the top of your head.
He held you close to his chest and caressed the back of your head. You felt tears brimming your eyes once again. You didn’t realise you were already crying until Rex kissed your forehead.
“Cyar’ika…”
You want to talk to him. Ask him how was his day, how were the boys doing- just have a proper conversation. Not sobbing every fucking time he meets you.
You were being unfair to Rex. He deserves more. He deserves someone better.
You hated feeling like this. You have so much to say but you can’t say anything.
All that came out was a pathetic whimper.
“I thought you promised not to do it again…” he whispered softly. He gently raised your bruised hand that was placed on his chest to his lips. Your eyes followed, finally looking at his unreadable face.
You buried your face into his neck, inhaling his scent that always calmed you.
Rex sighed and closed his eyes, bringing his palm to rest under your shirt.
“I’m always here for you, cyare. I may not understand what you’re going through but I’m with you every step of the way.” Rex whispered and rubbed your back as he held you tighter to his chest.
“Rex, I- I…” your voice was hoarse as you finally croaked out, albeit weakly.
Rex looked at you with soft eyes, anticipating what you were about to say.
You looked away.
“You-” a sob. “You deserve better.”
Rex was about to open his mouth to protest but you interrupted him. Your will to talk has returned.
“I am nothing. All I ever do is be sad all day. I c-can’t even do the things I like anymore, I often forget! I-!“
“Stop!”
Silence.
He never yelled at you.
You closed your eyes as more tears trickled down your cheeks.
“Listen, cyare look at me,” he whispered.
You reluctantly brought your eyes to him.
A drop of tear was running down his beautiful face.
Rex was crying.
He never cried. You made your stoic Rex cry.
“Ner karta. You listen to me carefully,” his voice cracked as he held your shoulders with both hands to ground you. “Don’t you ever say you’re nothing. You are everything to me. I suffer when you think so lowly of yourself.”
You never knew Rex felt that way. Your lip quivered, about to apologise but he continued.
“If only you could see the way you are through my eyes, the way you love me, the way you care-” he held your face and gently wiped a stray tear with his thumb.
“-the way your eyes light up when you talk about your interests, the way you close them when I hug you, the way these-” he took your hands into his own and shook them slightly. “-these hands tend to my wounds- physically and mentally…” he placed the both of them at the sides of his face.
“Don’t you ever say you’re nothing. You do plenty. It’s okay to not be okay. You don’t have to be perfect. You already are but you just can’t see that.” he finished in a firm tone.
His eyes studied your blank face as he kissed your knuckles.
“I love you so much, cyar’ika. Why won’t you understand that I do not want anyone else that isn’t you?”
A beat of silence.
“M’sorry Rex,” you said in a quiet voice.
“No, no, no don’t apologise,” he shook his head and kissed your temple.
“I should be the one apologising for snapping at you,” he whispered as he hugged you close.
You sniffled and wiped your eyes.
“Will you let me take you to bed? I know you must be exhausted,” he asked, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.
You nodded wordlessly as he stood and lifted you up with ease in his strong arms. He walked over to your cot and placed you on the mattress.Then, he tucked you in with a thick blanket.
When you sensed that he was about to walk away, you quickly grabbed his wrist.
“Rex, don’t leave me please-“
“Oh, ner cyare, I’m not going anywhere.” He assured you and bent over slightly to gently peck your lips.
You watched Rex with half-lidded eyes as he turned to remove his armour. Now that you’re certain that Rex will stay with you- although for a short time, you slowly drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
You knew that Rex would surely joined you in bed right after shedding his armour.
What you do not know however, is that your lover was weeping silently as he watched your peaceful form deep in slumber.
He held your hand, gentle as always, and brought it close to his heart.
How to end your pain? he ponders. He does not know.
A/N: This is a vent/comfort fic. I actually didn’t want to post this but then I realised that there might be people like me who are suffering silently so I would like to share this with them. Whoever reading this, remember that you are loved and please take care of yourself <3
Reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3
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Crossed Paths Pt. 4 | Captain Rex x OFC
Table of Contents: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
“Anakin Skywalker,” I said as I stepped up behind my old friend. With a smug grin, my fellow knight turned around from the window looking out over the lower half of the temple. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me up and down as though he was sizing me up. Just like old times.
“Kit Tolsim,” he said, voice full of his normal teasing bravado. “If the council summoned you too, I must be in for quite the grueling mission.”
I smiled back at him and mirrored his stance. “Who said my missions were grueling?” I asked.
“Captain Rex,” Anakin replied, jutting his chin to motion to someone behind me. I twisted round to look over my shoulder. Walking towards us strode Rex, back straight helmet at this side. I raised an eyebrow.
Stoic as ever.
“Captain,” I greeted, crossing my arms as he stood beside Anakin.
If possible, he seemed to straighten his back more and I wasn’t sure it would take the strain. “General Tolsim,” he said.
“I wasn’t expecting you here,” I said, glancing at Anakin, “either of you really.”
Anakin’s hands fell to clasp behind his back and he shrugged. “The council requested us both specifically. I didn’t know they were bringing you in as well.”
I shook my head. “Not just me,” I said, glancing at the doorway behind me. “They wanted me to bring two of my own along,” I said, turning back to face Rex and Anakin. Anakin’s mouth opened to say something, but Rex beat him.
“You were recently given your own Battalion,” he said, nodding his head. I bit back a smile.
“Careful, Rex, Kit will think you’re keeping tabs on her,” Anakin chuckled.
A look of embarrassment and slight horror passed over Rex’s face as he glanced up at Anakin. “I just---”
“You’re alright, Rex. I took over the specialist corps,” I said, cutting him off before he popped a blood vessel. He fell quiet, eyes glancing from my face to the floor. I continued speaking. “I’m primarily overseeing ARC troopers on special assignment.” The feeling of two familiar presences appeared behind me and I raised my eyes to the ceiling as the door slid open. “They’re quite talented,” I said turning around, “though they seem to struggle with showing up on time.” We watched as two troopers made their way towards us. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as they snapped to attention.
“General Tolsim,” they said in sync.
“General Skywalker, meet Fives and Echo,” I said as I turned back around. “Two of my best. Rex, I think you know each other?” I asked with a quick glance at the captain. “You recommended them personally for ARC training.”
Rex looked… proud? “Yes, I did,” he said, smiling briefly at the two troopers next to me. Under their helmets, I was sure there were identical grins plastered on their faces.
“Well,” Anakin said, glancing at the door leading to the council’s war room. “I’ve got my trooper and you’ve got yours, Kit.” He stepped back and held his hand out to the door. “Shall we?”
Slipping his helmet on, Rex stepped out of the way and joined Fives and Echo as I followed after Anakin.
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“Someone has been kidnapping clones and we’re only hearing of this now?” I asked, arms folded over my chest as Master Koth finished his presentation.
“It took time for anyone to detect a pattern,” Master Koth replied as he turned off the holo projector before facing us once again. “Out of a million units, the amount of desertions and the missing in action reports ---”
“No one noticed that a few men were missing here and there after shore leave,” Anakin said next to me.
I glanced at him, a bitter frown on my face as I crossed my arms. Or no one cared. Raising my head, I glanced up at the ceiling. “And these men --- do we know where they are?”
Koth nodded his head. “Our investigative teams discovered them in a nerf freeze facility in the undercity.” He paused. “There were… no survivors.”
“And no leads?”
“Not from that facility,” Koth replied. “But we’ve received reports that someone is looking to buy ARC troopers. So far the offer is 75 thousand credits.” Anakin and I shared a look before turning our gaze on the troopers standing at attention along the far wall.
“ARC troopers specifically?” Anakin asked.
“The clones that we found were lower ranking, which is probably why their absence went unnoticed for as long as it did. However, they wouldn’t have had access to the same intel or know our weaknesses as well as an officer---”
“Or an ARC trooper,” I finished for him, finally catching on. I glanced at Anakin. “I’m starting to see why your summons was so specific, Master Koth.”
“Skywalker has a history of undertaking unconventional missions, and Tolsim, your men are some of the best.”
“So, our mission…”
“Discover who is behind this, what they’re after,” Koth said. “And deter them.”
I glanced at Anakin. “Any ideas on how we do that?”
The knight fell silent for a moment, before turning to look at the troopers along the wall. I glanced around his side, and found Rex still as a statue, Fives with his hands on his hips and Echo with rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. Anakin turned back to me.
“I have a few ideas.”
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“Excuse me, ma’am, but what?”
I held up my hands as three troopers stared at me, Echo and Fives with wide eyes, Rex just as calm as ever, except for the way his eyes flitted from me to Anakin, who was standing behind me. “Don’t get mad at me, Fives,” I said throwing my thumb over my shoulder, “it’s Skywalker’s plan.”
“Hey, Master Koth had the idea first,” Anakin groused. I looked over my shoulder as he shrugged. “I just refined it.”
Echo and Fives shared a look. “Selling us doesn’t sound like much of a plan from where we’re standing,” Fives said, looking at me and I felt as though my skin might explode into flames beneath his gaze. He was always the one that told it straight, and I had a feeling that had he spoken to any other commander as he did to me, he’d be in a hot seat.
“We’re not selling you,” I said, squinting as I waved my hands, searching for someway to make this plan sound better than it was. “It’s more like --- like a rental. We are not going to leave you,” I told them both, making eye contact as I said it. “I promise.”
“And honestly, I doubt Kit could sell water to a farmer on Tatooine,” Anakin said, as he moved to stand next to me, “so you don’t really have anything to worry about.”
“Is that a challenge?” I asked, hands falling to my hips. I waved a hand to Echo and Fives. “Because these two graduated at the top of their class in ARC training.”
“So did Rex.”
“But I have two,” I shot back. I glanced at Rex. “No offense.”
The corner of Rex’s mouth quirked. “No offense taken,” he said setting his helmet down on the seat next to him. “But perhaps we can discuss the mission plan?”
Anakin and I shared a look before he took the lead. Punching in the intel holodisk, he began to speak as a planet with three moons was projected above us. “The coordinates for the broker are on Ajan Kloss. We will meet them there and attempt to complete the transaction.” He looked over the men. “You’ll each be fitted with subcutaneous trackers. When you’re… sold,” Anakin’s voice deepened into a breathy growl for a moment, “we’ll be able to track you. We want to find out who is at the top of these dealings.”
“And what if the trackers don’t work?” Echo asked.
“They will,” I said setting a hand on his shoulder. “That’s not the hard part.” Echo gave me a nod and I let my hand fall away. Across the table, my eyes found Rex watching my hand, his gaze fixed on my fingers. I cleared my throat as I hid my hands behind my back. Rex looked to Anakin who was adding on to my previous statement.
“The hard part is that if we spook the broker at all, the entire deal is off.”
“And because one of us is a little well known…” I looked at Anakin, “having two people trying to make a sale should give the whole ordeal more credence.” Crossing my arms, I looked each man in the eye. “There are a lot of unknowns to this mission. We don’t know who the broker is, or their buyer. We don’t know where they will take you. We don’t even know which one of you it will be.”
“But if we don’t do it, then more of our men could --- will end up in a slaughter house,” Rex said, jaw tense, eyes staring up at the hologram. I wasn’t sure anyone else noticed how he pressed his fist against the table.
My stomach lurched at the thought of not only what we were sending these three into, but what the other clones, those missing had gone through. What if one of them had been my men? Or Rex? Always the first one into the fray, I thought sadly as Echo and Fives listened to their brother. Rex was a great leader, and I had borrowed from his playbook quite a bit since taking over the specialist troopers. They needed that leadership now and I wasn’t sure Anakin or I was going to cut it. They need him to lead.
“Not that I get an opinion, as these are orders,” Echo said, drawing my attention off Rex. I turned to Echo as he looked between myself and Anakin. “But I’d do anything for my brothers.”
Fives crossed his arms, but gave a firm nod. “We all would.”
“Then we all understand our roles?” Anakin said, looking us each in the eye. “Kit and I will play the part of trader, and you three will be the goods.”
With stiff nods, I turned to my two ARCs. “Gather you gear and be ready to move out within the hour,” I told them as Anakin stepped to the side to speak with Rex. Echo and Fives gave a quick salute before turning on their heels and leaving the room. Crossing my arms, I glanced at Anakin and Rex before moving to join them.
“I have an errand I need to attend to before we go,” Anakin was telling Rex. “Can you make sure the shuttle is prepared?”
“Yes, sir,” Rex said as Anakin left him, walking towards me.
He smirked. “It’ll be just like old times, Kit.”
“You mean the two of us trying to outdo one another until we create such a huge mess our masters will have to come save us.”
Anakin’s nose scrunched up. “We won’t need Obi-Wan or Master Krell this time.”
I smiled as he stepped past me. “So, a gentleman’s bet then?” I asked.
Anakin scowled. “You’re no gentleman, Kit.”
“Well, thanks for noticing, but neither are you.”
“Whoever gets the broker to take their ARC trooper wins?” he asked. I nodded in agreement. Rolling his eyes, Anakin began making his way towards the door once more. “I can do that in my sleep, Kit. Get ready to lose.”
“You know, Anakin, the loser is always the one to crow first,” I called as he disappeared through the door. A smirk overtook my face as I turned around.
I looked across the room, to find Rex typing away on a data pad, and relaying information through his comms. I approached.
“Ready the shuttle in bay 055-273,” he ordered, glancing at me as I made my way over. “The team will be there within the hour.” Order relayed he dropped his arm and continued working. “Was there something you needed, General Tolsim?” he asked without looking up.
“No,” I said, looking down at the war table, studying the troop lines. “I---"
“Do you know General Skywalker well?” Rex interrupted.
My head snapped up. Something inside me had hoped that when I looked up I would get to see his eyes again, but they were trained on the pad in his hand. Pushing off the table, I shrugged. “We came to the temple around the same time. He’s a few years older than I am though.”
“So, he’s like a brother then?”
I cocked my head. “I… wouldn’t say that,” I said. “Not like your brothers at least.” Raising his eyebrows, Rex looked down at his data pad and set to typing. I looked him over, happy to see that he looked healthy, maybe even a tad more… loose than he was during our stay on Saleucami. Like he had unraveled from a tight ball of string. “You look good, Rex,” I said as I leaned against the table, arms crossed .
His eyes shifted up and I realized what I had said. “Ma’am?”
I shook my head. “You look well. A lot better than you did the last time I saw you,” I amended. A heat raced up the back of my neck as he looked at me, but I ignored it. For the most part.
“I…” he looked down at his data pad for a moment, then back at me. “You look better too, General.”
I smiled softly as he cleared his throat and set down the data pad. He reached up and rubbed his palm over the back of his head. “You’ll want to make your way to the landing pad, Ma’am. The boys might have been late for the meeting this morning but they’ll be there early to set out.”
A soft hum of acknowledgment left me and I began to step backwards. “Don’t take it too hard when Echo, Fives and I beat you and Skywalker, yeah?”
Something akin to a smirk appeared on Rex’s face as he finally looked up and met my gaze for what felt like the first time in forever. “I’m placing my bets on General Skywalker this time, ma’am. No offense.”
I gave a fake gasp as I turned around, setting my hand over my heart. “Oh, I take all the offense, Captain,” I said as I made my way towards the doors. “All of it.”
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“Fives, don’t be such a baby,” I said as the trooper lingered by the door. Echo, having just gotten a tracker shot into his side, pulled down his shirt and sat up on the examination table. The med-droid hovered to the side waiting for Fives to take his own seat.
“You heard the general,” Echo called as he sat back on his hands. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“Stuff it,” Fives said as he glared at his brother. Then his eyes flitted to me, “Sorry ma’am, it’s just…” he glanced at the med droid and swallowed. “I’ve got a thing about needles.”
I nodded. “I get it. But it has to be done for the mission.”
Grumbling and with a jaw so tense, I was worried it might shatter, Fives made his way to the table across from Echo. The other clone smirked. “I bet if you ask nicely enough the general will hold your hand,” Echo teased.
“Ahem.” Before Fives could cuss his squad-mate out, and before I could join in on Echo’s teasing someone cleared their throat from the doorway. In sync, all three of us turned to find Rex peeking into the med bay. Fives and Echo straightened up. “General Skywalker asked me to inform you that we’re an hour out from Ajan Kloss.”
“Thank you, Captain,” I said as the med droid forced Fives to lay back on the table, pulling his shirt up. I turned to Rex. “Have you been fitted with a tracker yet?”
Rex shook his head, glancing at the scene behind me. “I… can get one when you’re done in here,” he said jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “I should get back to the general… uh, General,” he made a face as he turned around and left the med bay.
“Captain---” I frowned, unable to stop him, but twisted back around to face Fives and Echo. The two of them were sharing a look, almost mirror images of one another with eyebrows raised, mouths quirked into half smiles.
“What?” I asked them as I crossed my arms.
Fives shrugged as Echo shook his head. “Nothing, ma’am, just never seen the captain balk like that,” Fives said.
“I thought he’d be smoother,” Echo said, hand under his chin. Fives nodded in agreement as I narrowed my eyes.
“As interesting as this conversation is to anyone else,” I said, stepping next to the med-droid, “We need to get a move on. Lift your shirt, Fives.” The droid moved across from me as Fives groaned.
“Ma’am…”
I fixed him with a look. “Fives, do I need to hold your hand?”
Rolling his eyes, he laid back. His fingers pried up the hem of his black top and he didn’t move, even as the droid drew nearer. It was over quickly, a short jab over his ribs and a hiss as the injector did its job and the droid was soon pulling back readying the next set of shots for our plan. With a scowl, Fives pulled his shirt down and sat up.
“You made it,” I said as I patted his shoulder. “One down, one more to go.”
“Another?” he asked as I retracted my hand. The med droid held up two new syringes’ filled with a golden liquid. Even Echo tensed as the droid chose him as its first victim.
“Qualoquey vaccine,” I said setting my hands on my hips as Echo received an injection to the neck. “It mimics the symptoms of spice withdrawal.”
“Spice?” Echo repeated with a hiss as he set his palm over the injection site.
“All the consequences, none of the fun, sorry,” I said as the med droid moved towards Fives. He tensed but took the shot without a word. “The worst of it should hit you in a few minutes and you’ll be able to function when we land.”
“Is the captain going to be getting one of these too?” Fives asked. I shook my head and the two troopers frowned.
“No one will know I’m a Jedi, right?” I asked them, raising an eyebrow. They shook their heads. “And so, what plausible story can you think of, where little old me took down the two of you?”
They thought for a minute. “We met at a club,” Echo said, wincing as he set his hand against his temple, sweat beginning to prickle his skin. “You spiked our drinks…”
“And now we’ll do anything for another taste of spice,” Fives finished.
“I told Skywalker you two were the best,” I said slapping Echo’s shoulder as I turned towards the door. I swiped one of the trackers from the counter. “I’m going to go get myself ready, see how the general is planning on us arriving at the coordinates, without drawing attention.” Two voices groaned behind me as I opened the door, and twisted round to give them one last look. They had both keeled over onto their sides, Fives holding his stomach. Echo had his legs tucked up to his chest. “The trashcan is in the corner,” I told them. “I’ll buy you both a drink when this is over. Promise.” Turning on my heel, I left the med-bay as boots hit the floor stumbling towards the garbage can.
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The cockpit is silent as I enter. Anakin sits in the pilot’s chair going over reports, not reading word for word, but scrolling through quickly, absorbing the important information. In the chair opposite him, with his gaze focused on the swirl of hyperspace, sits Rex. Neither man notices me at first.
“Busy?” I ask and they both flinch, Rex so hard I’m afraid he’ll jump out of his seat and through the roof of the ship. Anakin glances over his shoulder.
“Not particularly. Did you need something?”
I shook my head. “Nothing much besides hearing what your plan is for landing? I don’t think it’s a great idea for us to show up in one ship. Do you?”
“We’ll disembark a few clicks south of the rendezvous,” Rex says before Anakin can speak. “The general and I will enter first, confirm that the meet-up is authentic and then you and your team can move in to make your play.”
I turned to Anakin. “That’s cheating,” I said dully.
He faked a laugh. “What? No, it’s not. I just thought you would appreciate not having to trek through a jungle for once.”
“Oh of course you were thinking of me,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes as I leaned up. “Well, it sounds like you boys have come up with your plan.” I turned to Rex. “I brought a tracker up for you. Echo and Fives have the monopoly on the med-bay for now.
Anakin frowned. “Rex already has a tracker,” he said. Rex’s head tilted forward as he cleared his throat.
“Actually, I uh, didn’t get one yet, sir,” he said.
“Rex, I sent you down there to get one---”
I quirked a brow as Rex looked between Anakin and me. “W-well, I uh, General---”
I turned to Anakin. “The med-droid was busy with Echo and Fives. I asked Rex to come back here.”
Anakin frowned for a moment then shrugged. With a sigh he stood up and turned towards the door. “I’m going to check my gear and get ready for the drop-off. Rex get your tracker and meet me in the cargo hold. I want to go over a few things.”
“Yes, sir,” Rex said, standing as his general left, the door closing behind him. I set the tracker and syringe on the small work table along the wall as Rex moved towards me. “You shouldn’t have lied like that,” he said. “Not for me.”
“Yes, well you can’t tell a lie to save your life,” I said, turning to face him as he sat down on the edge of the table. I hadn’t realized he was so close until the scent of him --- gun oil, standard soap, and his own scent tickled my nose. I shook my head and leaned back, hoping the heat beneath the skin of my cheeks wasn’t showing. “So, I told one for you. And I know Anakin. His teasing would be ceaseless.” I knelt down as Rex stared at me. I looked up at him. “Your shirt?” I asked. Without a word, he lifted the hem, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks turned a shade of pink as I uncapped the syringe. I wiped the area quickly, watching as his abdomen flinched at the cold swab. His tan skin was warm to the touch. I swallowed as I noticed him watching me and I quickly took aim with the needle in my hand. “Besides, I think I’d prefer to tease you all on my own.”
Rex’s brow furrowed at that. “Ma’am---mmm?” he turned his head as he groaned as the needle pricked his skin suddenly. I placed my thumb atop the syringe and pressed down gently as the tracker was injected. Pulling back, I covered the injection site with a pad and set the needle on the table next to him.
I smiled. “You took that a lot better than Fives did.” I started to rise to my feet. “He has a problem---”
“—with needles,” Rex said, his voice overlapping my own. I swallowed, pulling my hand back from his side as he dropped his shirt. He cleared his voice as I set to disposing of the syringe kit. “You have a good rapport with them,” he said behind me.
I hummed, head nodding. “They’re good men. I want to see them make it through the war in one piece,” I said quietly.
“I’d like to see that too,” Rex murmured. I looked over my shoulder and smiled.
“What no, lecture about knowing when to let go?” I asked.
He tilted his head. “When have I ever lectured you, Ma’am?”
“Oh, I can think of a time or two.”
“Well, people change,” he said, stepping towards the door. I turned around quickly, eyebrows dipping. He reached out and hit the door pad, the cockpit opening to the rest of the ship.
“Have you changed, Rex?” I asked him, before he could set foot over the threshold. He froze. The room was silent again. His jaw was tense and I wasn’t sure he was breathing. His gaze fell to the floor and I looked to his hands, only to find them balled up at his sides.
“I should get to the cargo bay,” he said finally, stepping forward, out into the hall before I could ask him anything else.
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“You two look… horrible,” I said as I entered the med-bay. Echo and Fives looked up at me slowly as though I had just kicked them and stolen their favorite blanket. Their eyes were bloodshot, skin sickly pale, their deep bronze overtones now grey. I turned to the med-droid. “Give them a boost,” I ordered. It set to work approaching Fives first.
He shook his head and moved back on the bed. “Not again,” he moaned and I clasped my hands.
“This will make you feel better,” I told him softly as the droid gave him another injection, “but you’ll still look like you’re strung out for a bit.” Almost immediately, Fives relaxed on the table, letting out a long, drawn out sigh of relief. He turned his head and watched as Echo took his third shot of the day. I tilted my head as they sat up, wincing as they moved. “Better?”
Echo nodded. “Was it just one drink you owed us, Ma’am?” he asked. I smiled.
“Echo, for this, I’ll buy you as much alcohol as you want when we’re done.”
“No alcohol,” Fives protested, holding a hand out to me as he shook his head. “No food,” he cleared his throat, trying not to gag as he sat up. “And no more shots.”
I held up my hand, showing them my palm before placing it over my heart. “No more shots. Promise.” They each gave me their own version of the same look before standing up, a bit wobbly at first, but soon finding their footing. “Now who’s ready to beat Master Skywalker at his own game?” I asked with a smirk.
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We waited one hour after we left Anakin and Rex at their drop zone. One hour for Echo and Fives to rest. One hour for me to prepare. Jedi. We never owned more than we could carry on our person. Anything I had, usually, was simple, small, inconspicuous, plain, practical.
Which was why the tight leather pants I was currently wearing, were driving me insane. No matter how I moved, walked, stretched --- something was pinching, squeezing somewhere it shouldn’t. My bare arms left me cold and feeling exposed and I longed for the warm safety, and modesty, of my robes.
Jaw clenched, I flicked a series of switches, releasing the landing gear of the ship as we hovered over a plant infested landing pad. Through the window, I took in the foliage, the walkway that hadn’t been cleared in who knows how long. The planet was teeming with life. None of it civilized. Ruins and temples lay hidden within the forests of the moon, yet no sentients had walked their halls for hundreds of years. It was the perfect place for a secret meeting. The perfect place to hide from unwanted eyes, specifically jedi.
Shaking my head, I tried to tune out the overwhelming surge of energy washing over me again and again as I stood up and left the cockpit. My hand fell to my hip, where normally I would find the comforting weight of my saber, but I’d sent it ahead with Anakin in his R2 unit.
Echo and Fives were waiting for me on the ramp. Some color was beginning to come back to their cheeks, but there was a subtle shake to Echo’s hands. And Fives wasn’t standing nearly as tall as he usually did, shoulders hunched, eyes tired.
“Everything ready?” I asked as the ramp lowered behind them. They turned and looked me over.
“Did you change your hair, Commander?” Fives asked, a silly grin on his face letting know that one, he was feeling better, and two, he wasn’t looking really looking at my hair. I reached up and ran my fingers through it.
“I thought a change of pace might be fun.” I stepped between them and looked down the walkway, a protocol droid shuffling towards us. “Play along?” I said glancing back at them as they took their places on either side of me. They each gave small nod and we set down the ramp to meet the welcome party.
“Greetings,” the obsidian droid said mechanically as we approached. “I am SC-7109. My master welcomes you.” The droid glanced at Echo and Fives. “Unfortunately, we are already in talks to purchase another, healthier specimen---”
I waved a hand. “I don’t deal with droids,” I told it. “Your master can tell me himself if he doesn’t want what I’m offering.”
“That’s—”
“Nonnegotiable,” I said tightly, pushing my way past the droid. It stumbled to the side, gears whirring as it righted itself before it hit the ground. I glanced over my shoulder as Fives and Echo lingered on the platform. “Come along, boys,” I called before turning forward and making my way across the bridge.
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“You can do better than that, surely,” a voice drifted from the open doorway. I rolled my eyes. Anakin was deep in the middle of… negotiating, by the time we finally arrived. With one last shared look with my arc troopers, I stepped through the door into an overgrown chamber. The stone walls were covered in vines and the floors carpeted with fallen leaves. A gaping hole in the ceiling and shattered floor to roof window allowed light stream in effortlessly.
“If you don’t like my client’s offer, then you’re free to go elsewhere,” a low, graveled voice answered back as I made my way towards three figures on the far end of the hall. Rex stood with his hands cuffed behind his back, watching just to the right of Anakin who faced off with a slender, dark skinned Twilek male with sharp fangs and bright yellow eyes.
Anakin’s arms crossed as he stepped back, opening his mouth to speak, but not before I did so first. “We’re not too late, are we?” I crooned, smiling as all eyes turned on me. All three men looked me up and down as I came to a stop beside Anakin. I paid him the same gesture, but feigned a look a disgust as I trailed my eyes from his head to his feet. “You’re not the one in charge I take it?” I asked, nonchalantly. Anakin narrowed his eyes.
A huffing laugh left the Twilek who stepped forward. “He is not,” he rumbled, looming over me with sharp eyes that seemed to analyze the path of my neckline with deep interest. “You may call me Kilso.”
“It seems you’re already begun negotiations without me, Kilso,” I said with a pout as I glanced back at Rex. He could afford to take acting lessons from Anakin. His gaze flickered over my face. It was too soft. Too trusting. Not the expression you’d expect of someone kidnapped and about to be sold to the enemy. I turned away.
“Negotiating implies making progress,” Anakin muttered.
“Forgive me,” Kilso held up his hands, “but if I took the first offering that came along, I would never have three clones in one room to choose from.”
“Two of which belong to me,” I said, glancing at the two clones in question as they stood off to the side. Echo was fidgeting and Fives looked as though he might need to find another wastebin soon. Not exactly an inspiring pair when you compare them to Rex.
“Yes…” Kilso agreed, following my gaze. “How did you manage to find them?”
“At the bottom of a barrel I suspect,” Anakin broke in before I could answer. He steps past me, holding out a hand guiding Kilso over to Rex. “As you can see my specimen is in fantastic shape, and a captain. So you can expect his intel will be more… well,” he glanced over his shoulder back at me, “more.”
Rolling my eyes, I moved around Kilso. I came to a stop beside Rex. “Mmm, yes a captain would have more intel, but also more training against interrogation.” Reaching out, I set my hand on Rex’s shoulder and true to his part, he jerked back as if I had stung him.
“You won’t get anything from me,” he breathed out through clenched teeth, turning on all of us with a glare. I almost laughed. Instead I turned to the side.
“I put a lot of work into snaring these men, Kilso.” My bottom lip pouted out as I turned a smirk flashing on my mouth as I glanced at Anakin, his arms folded across his chest, a frown deepening as I stepped towards him before turning my gaze to Rex. “Why spend time breaking this one when you can have one that’s already cracked open and just waiting for you to pull it apart?” I asked, turning back to face the Trandoshan. I held a hand out to Fives and Echo. “Or two for a small increase in price?”
Kilso turned with me. “What is it that ails them?”
I shrugged. “A simple spice addiction. They’ll do anything for it. Won’t you boys?”
Fives and Echo straightened up as I addressed them. Fives put on his most pitiful face. “Ma’am, please--”
With a wave of my hand, he fell silent and I turned back to Kilso. “You only have to ask and they’ll give you everything.”
Kilso tilted his head to the side, weighing my words, before turning his back on all of us and stepping towards the window. “My employer has very specific needs,” he said lowly, almost to himself. I glanced at Anakin, his face covered in a grim shroud that always hid what he was thinking. But I could feel his excitement. Turning to face us once again, Kilso held out a small holo pad.
“Your employer?” Anakin tilted his head as blue light flittered from the pad. A face came into focus, one I had only ever seen in recordings. But next to me, Anakin stiffens. I start to turn to catch a glimpse of his face but the holo speaks.
“Master Skywalker, how interesting that you’re in the business of trafficking clones.”
I had turned fully now and could see Anakin. But more than that I could feel a deep seeded anger in him. He glared at the holo before uttering one word, a name.
“Dooku.”
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Declaration – Chapter 3
KNIGHT AU
Previous chapter
Pairing: Captain Rex x Princess!Reader
Warnings: fluff, lots of kissing, angst, some violence
Summary: after the attack on the palace, the princess makes her case for her mission at the King’s meeting while battling with the ache in her heart from the imminent separation from Rex.
AN: I know this is long overdue but it’s a long chapter! And I wanted to make sure it’s perfect. I’m finally happy with how it turned out, and I hope you like it too! As always, feedback is always welcome!
Chapter 3
Early the next morning, you’re up and ready to crash the King’s meeting. You have Nathalia to thank for that. Despite the tumultuous events of the night before, you had slept so deeply and peacefully, and had it not been for your friend you wouldn’t have woken up on time. You worked together to get you ready for the day; the beautiful pale-yellow dress was paired with a half up do of intricate braids only Nathalia can manage. Then after a quick bite of some grapes you managed to grab from a fruit bowl, you made your way to the West wing’s meeting room.
You walk through the door, parchment in hand and a smile on your face at the surprised faces in the room. All save for the two that knew you would be attending, Rex and Fives. The knights all stand and bow their head at your entrance, and you offer a curtesy in return. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
“Your majesty.” Stopping by the end of the long table, you bow slightly in a curtesy to your surprised father before greeting him normally. “Good morning, papa. You shouldn’t be surprised to see me at these meetings anymore.”
Your father gives you a reproachful look before he sighs and smiles, kind and warm; it’s always like that with you. Where the Queen is icy and unyielding, the King is gentle and agreeable. You can see Rex from the corner of your eye, he sits to your father’s right, but you don’t dare meet his eyes. The memory from the night before is too fresh in your mind and you’d become a bashful mess for everyone to see.
“My dear, how are you?” The King asks, his hand takes yours. “Is this about last night’s incident?”
“Yes, I’m alright. This is about Liana.” You sigh, taking the other empty seat next to him and placing your parchments and map on the table. “I’m here to propose a mission of my own.”
Your father’s eyebrows raise so high on his forehead its almost comical, but you dare not laugh, you need to be on his good graces for your mission to be approved. “A mission?” There is surprise and cautious interest in his tone.
You smile, knowing your father has taken the bait, now it’s time for the intrigue. “Yes, your Majesty. But continue your meeting, we can talk about my proposal when you’re done.”
The King gives you another curious look and a hint of a smile before turning back to the knights gathered around the table. All of them are murmuring to themselves until the King clears his throat and they fall silent. “Commander Cody, captain Rex, would you tell the rest of the Legion and her Highness all the information gathered on the attack and your strategy for the counterattack.”
Rex stands up, and you look up at him when you see he’s not looking your way but at the King. “Certainly, your majesty.”
It takes everything in you not to smile at the determination in Rex’s eyes and voice. The captain has drawn a great plan with Sir Cody, and he knows it. So you sit back and listen intently as they talk about the attack in Liana, learning many details you previously didn’t have. The attackers had caused a fire that expanded over 3 houses and used the villagers’ panic to take almost every belonging in town. Those who tried to defend themselves were injured, but thankfully no one was killed. Most of the village was trying to stop the fire from growing any further when the pirates raided the village’s vault, using explosive powder to burst the hinges and take all the gold and silver stored inside.
Nothing more is said about Liana by the King, who as you had predicted, moves to talk instead of how they will deal with the pirates who have taken all their ships to the Turquoise Sea.
“I have word from the kingdoms of Mezeron, Amarant and Chelsia. As they are coastal kingdoms like us and are threatened by these pirates, they will join our fight and with their ships, we can stand a chance in battle.” The King says, standing up to have a better look at the map in the middle of the table. “Cody?” He prompts the knight commander.
The commander takes over, mentioning how, when it comes in manpower, the four kingdoms together have an advantage against the pirates, but no one knows the firepower the enemy possesses. They would be going in blind, save for the number of ships and approximate number of crew.
“It is no matter,” he then proceeds. “Because with the aid of the other three kingdoms there is a chance of surrounding the pirates and begin an attack from all fronts in the Turquoise Sea.
“But isn’t there be a chance that they will attack in land as well?” Sir Fives speaks up from where he’s sitting. “There should be an even distribution of men in the ships and men in the shore.”
“That’s right, Fives.” Rex agrees. “Which brings us to the next part of the strategy.”
The captain guides everyone in the meeting with the map, showing the path the legion will follow. One towards the coast where they will board Kalmhia’s ships, and the other to the border with Mezeron, the closest kingdom to the Turquoise Sea. There, the rest of the 501st and 412th legions will join forces with their troops both in land and at sea.
“We hope it’ll be a swift fight, but even if that is the case, we are looking at a minimum of 45 days in the Turquoise Sea.” Cody announces, setting his hands on the table by the map. “Logistics are already being planned out for rations and supplies to last longer than that, especially for the crew who will be at sea.”
45 days… You feel your heart constrict on your chest, and the ache there makes you steal a glance at Rex. He is looking at the map, his fingers tracing the distance between the palace here in Kalmhia and the coast to the Turquoise Sea. Miles, hours, and days will separate you. You shake your head, your feelings for the captain have no place at this table, other people are counting on both of you.
“Get ready men, we leave at noon tomorrow.” The King says, going back to his seat and motioning for you to take the word. “Now, dear, what is this mission you’re here to propose?”
You stand up and open your own map for the table to see, the path you are to take marked in red ink. Then you pass your parchment with all the necessary information to your father.
“Though the strategy you have all outlined is very advantageous for all kingdoms, I fear you’ve forgotten the distress the villagers of Liana have gone through.” You take a seat again but keep your posture straight and your voice even. Here it goes. “Thus, I’d like to lead a relief mission to Liana, so all those affected can receive immediate aid.”
You risk a glance towards your father and wince at the deep furrow in his brow. His words are exactly what you had expected.
“You want to travel to Liana? Absolutely not.”
“But your Majesty–” You try to argue but he cuts you off raising his index finger.
“Do you know why those pirates came to Kalmhia? To your Wing?” He shakes his head –clearly upset by the single piece of information you were wondering about the night before. “Those dirty pirates were sent here to kidnap you. Kidnap my only daughter to force me to do their bidding.”
You take a deep breath, that makes a lot more sense than stealing gold. Get the King of Kalmhia to do whatever they want and watch the rest of the kingdoms do the same. Though you’re not as big as the kingdom of Chelsia, your father is very influential, the pirates plan –though you hate to admit it– made sense. Looking over at Rex, you see he has his fists clenched on either side of him, upset by the information he got from the interrogation.
“You can’t go. What if they learn the princess has left the palace and try to abduct you again?” The King speaks up again.
You shake your head, refusing to cower under some pirates’ possible attack. You are no coward. You’re the bravest of us both, Rex always says and even if you’re not sure it is true, you will fake it you are until your father believes it.
“My King, the pirates took their food, harvest, and belongings. They’ve lost homes and are probably scared. The nights are getting colder and there are many children living there.” You motion to the map. “We can go Greymoon and purchase the needed supplies; then bring it with us to the affected village.
You open your own parchment again and read out the details you wrote down for the mission. “Greymoon is only a little more than a day away from here, if we camp, stay the next night there and go north to Liana in the morning, it is only two and a half days. Two nights in Liana to help them readjust and compose themselves plus two days on the way back. It is less than a week away from home, your Majesty.”
“There are closer villages to get the supplies from.” Is the only comment he offers when you’re done talking.
You sigh through your nose. “Look at the numbers I’ve drawn up, your Majesty. Though some villages are closer, they don’t have the same soil or agricultural practices as Liana. We need seeds and supplies that will help them start new crops and hopefully secure a new harvest before winter arrives. Greymoon has more than double the population of Liana, thus they will have excess supplies we can buy without affecting the village. The people of Liana need this, your Majesty.”
At the King’s silence, you look around the table where the knights sit and look at the King expectantly. Your eyes find Rex’s for the first time since the night before and it’s like a shock of static going through you – your heart races with both anxiety and love, and your eyes plead him to help you convince the King. He gives you a nod and with a deep breath you speak up.
“I wouldn’t be going alone, father. I’m sure Captain Rex can leave some of the 501st behind to accompany me.” You bring your hands behind your back to hide your fidgeting fingers.
“That would be no problem, your Highness. I can leave my best men to help you and I can take the rest of the 501st and the 412th with me and his Majesty.” Rex says still looking at you before his eyes shift to the King. “If his Majesty agrees.”
The King looks at Rex before looking at you. You and your father stare at each other but you don’t back down. You hold his gaze and try show all your determination in them.
Lifting your chin higher and keeping your voice even, you speak one last time. “Our job as leaders of Kalmhia isn’t to rule but to aid and protect those who need us. We need to protect our people and make sure they are alright, father.”
You think you hear some knights murmur in agreement, but you keep your focus on your father. Another minute passes and then –finally– he sighs and nods.
“Alright, but you must plan everything quickly. We’ll all depart tomorrow at noon. And,” He stresses, “you must wear chainmail. Now that everything is settled, you’re all dismissed.”
Around you all the knights stand up, smiles on their faces directed at you. Sir Fives and commander Cody offer you a thumbs up, while Rex smiles softly and heads towards the door with them. Your heart is drumming excitedly on your chest, just wait until Nathalia finds out. It is your father’s voice that takes your gaze away from the door.
“You know, your mother will not be pleased.” The King shakes his head, handing your parchments back to you. Your heart stalls for a second before you remember that he is talking about your mission, and not about you and Rex.
You shake your head and roll your eyes with a huff. “Yes, I know how my mother is…”
“But you have your father who loves you, and though it is wearily, supports you with this mission.” There is a small smile on his face, his eyes are warm with affection, and you step towards him for a heartfelt hug.
“Thank you, father. I will not disappoint you.” You keep your voice quiet, afraid that it will crack if you speak any louder. Your throat has tightened and your eyes have started to tear up. If only this could be his reaction when he learns of your mutual love with Rex. You really hope so.
“I don’t think you could ever disappoint me, my dear.”
After saying your goodbyes and walking out of the meeting room, you spot captain Rex waiting for you outside. The smile on your face at the sight of him hurts your cheeks, look at him, your heart seems to tell you, there he is.
“My lady.” Rex smiles as he greets you and starts to walk alongside you towards the East Wing.
“Captain.” You smile back, purposely brushing your hand against his while you walk. “Thank you for your help during the meeting.”
“No need to thank me, love.” He keeps his voice quiet as he steals a glance at you. Away from your garden it isn’t safe to be anything but formal with each other. “Lieutenant Echo will stay behind and lead the 501st men I am assigning to your mission. So will Kix in case anyone needs medical assistance. Which reminds me, how’s your hand, my lady?”
You hold your hand up in between the two of you for him to see, it is still bandaged, and your knuckles have turned a shade of red almost resembling wine. “It’s improved a lot overnight. I still need the bandage, but the swelling and pain are almost gone.” You reassure him. “Sir Kix sent a pomade with Nat last night and it’s helped a lot. So you have nothing to worry about, my captain.”
Rex lets out a soft breath of relief before he nods and smiles at you. “That’s a great plan you drew up for your mission. May I take a look?”
“Of course.” You pass him your parchment, and he focuses on the words you’ve written there as he walks. His eyes follow your words while yours can only focus on him. You want to make sure you treasure each second that passes, knowing you’ll be away from each other very soon.
“This is an excellent strategy you’ve come up with, cyar’ika.” Rex smiles at you before his gaze turns serious. “But it is important you plan every step and have a plan B in case things go south. I really hope it doesn’t come to that, but you need to be prepared for anything, my lady.”
You nod and try to give him a reassuring smile to put him at ease, knowing that he’s just as worried as you are. “I’ve learned from the best, so everything will be fine. Just like I know you’ll be fine in your own mission.”
“We’ll be alright.” Rex nods, mirroring your smile, though in his eyes you can see he is worried. “Anything I can help you with for your mission?”
“Oh, yes. Can you ask Sir Echo, and the team who will accompany me, to the library for a meeting please?” You stop walking as you reach hallway that leads towards the palace’s library.
Rex nods. “Right away my lady.” He then looks at your surroundings before taking your hand and kissing it briefly. “Anything for you.”
You feel your face warm up at his words. The thought of being away from each other keeps coming to mind once again but you push it away for now. There’s no time, not yet, for worry or sadness. You have a job to do. “Thank you, my love.” Though your voice is quiet, Rex hears you and the shy smile that comes to his lips makes your heart skip a bit.
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Hours later, you’re going over the maps and the routes you’re going to take with the 501st to Greymoon and then to Liana. You modified part of your original route to go through the forest, that way the trees and bushes can give you cover during the day, where anyone can spot you. After some discussion and relying on the knights’ expertise, you agreed on the location of the camp site where everyone will rest before covering the last few miles to Greymoon. It was your idea to try to cover most of the distance before setting camp, that way if your rest is cut short for whatever reason you will reach the village quickly. There was also a matter of escape routes and alternate plans that Rex had mentioned to you before. So, after careful consideration of the worst-case scenarios, you drew up two alternate plans that will still complete the mission and get the supplies to Liana –only that in those cases your aid would take longer to arrive. You are about to decide on the necessary escape routes when one of the knights approaches you.
“Your highness, the Queen is here to see you. She’s outside.”
“I will be right back.” You tell the room before you make your way to the door, where the Queen stands in the middle of the hallway.
You figure your mother has just returned from her visit to her friend and heard about the attack the night before. Her deep purple gown contrasts beautifully with the intricate gold designs of the marbled columns that line of the hall, and it distracts you from the deep frown of her face. You ignore it and offer a curtsey to her.
“Good afternoon, your majesty. How was your visit to your friend yesterday?”
“It doesn’t matter. Do you mind telling me why you’re going on this unnecessary mission to Liana?” Your mother doesn’t greet you, doesn’t say hello, but instead ops to let you know that she isn’t pleased at all. She rarely is anyways. “And what have you done to your hand? It looks terrible, you should be wearing gloves.”
Anger and disappointment prickles beneath your skin, threatening to rise to the surface. Of course, she’d be more displeased at the appearance of your hand than worried about what exactly happened the night before.
“Oh I got this defending myself from some pirates last night.” You tell her as nonchalantly as you can, the opposite of what you should do in this situation. Aloofness only makes your mother’s temper worse. “As for the mission, I’m going because it is my duty mother, my decision. I wouldn’t call it unnecessary.”
“Defending yourself,” She scoffs. “You should have waited for the knights. I’ve told you many times already, your duty is to stay here, in the castle, and manage things here like the decorations, the curtains, or anything really. Your duty is to find a suitable husband which is long overdue.” Her voice raises in volume with each word, it echoes in the hallway around you.
You let out a joyless laugh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the way your mother clearly underestimates you. “You really don’t know me at all, mother.” Your frustration is evident in your tone, you wish you didn’t disappoint her so much, but you can’t compromise who you are just to please her.
“I know you will do as I say. You are not going anywhere, and that’s final. I have many soirées planned for you to attend and you will not miss them.” She raises her voice, her eyebrows raise towards her hairline, and her eyes widen like they always do when she is furious. Months ago, that expression on her face would have frightened you, made you cower and nod your head yes to whatever she demanded of you. Now though, you know what is at stake, and feel surer of yourself than you felt before, so you can easily meet her angry gaze with one of your own. Where hers burns with irritation at your defiance, yours is calm and full of determination.
With one word you resist both her demand to keep you in the palace, and that of finding a husband based on wealth. Though she doesn’t know about the second part. Yet. “No.
“I’m not going to change myself to fit the version of a princess that you want me to be. I’m not an ornament, your Majesty.” You keep your voice leveled, not raising it so no one can eavesdrop on your conversation. Though your mother’s demands earlier were probably heard throughout the palace. “I want to help others, and since we live in position that allows me to, I will. Now if you’ll excuse me mother I need to get back and finish up the details of tomorrow’s mission.”
You curtsey and turn back to the library, leaving your mother standing in the hallway as you ask the knights by the library door to close it as you go in. You can’t make your way back to the table, where the knights wait for your return, in your current state so you motion Echo to give you a minute and walk towards one of the windows. With two deep breaths you try to keep your emotions in check, this is nothing you haven’t dealt with before and your mother’s anger should be familiar to you by now. Tears shouldn’t threaten to fall anymore. In your mind you know you won’t ever have her wholehearted approval on anything you decide –only if you comply to what she asks from you, will you make her proud.
It chips a tiny bit of your heart away every time, that to be your own person and to love the man your heart chose, you will be on different sides of a never-ending fight with your mother. And though you try not to, you so desperately seek to be someone she’s proud of. You dream of a different relationship with her, of enjoyable talks while having your afternoon tea, of talking to her about your feelings. Instead, you live a daily dance of avoiding any kind of talk or topic that would anger her and hiding your feelings behind a complying and passive mask is more exhausting than it is rewarding. Your mother’s anger and disapproval barely need a spark before it turns into a forest fire – a fire that has scorched your trust, your skin and everything in its path trying to get to your heart.
But the pain won’t make you give up who you are, it won’t take your happiness away, and it won’t make you forget your love just to make things easier. No, you’ll nurture the very essence of you, and let it grow in the scorched land each fight leaves on its wake. And if you must burn every time trying to protect it and your heart, so be it, you’re strong. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for and the support you have by your side will help you when that strength doesn’t prove to be enough.
“Is everything alright your Highness?” It is Sir Echo that has come to your side, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. “We can take a break on the plan if you need some air.”
You take a deep breath and summon your strength to get over all the negative feelings that flood your mind. “I’m alright. There’s no need.” You smile. “Let’s get back to work.”
The Lieutenant nods, offers you small smile, and walks back to the table alongside you. The meeting resumes quickly, with all of you going over the last few tasks until dinner time. You ask the kitchen to bring dinner to the meeting and once the food arrives everyone helps themselves to the food –vegetable stew with rice and salad. The knights chatting animatedly all around you, and you enjoy their company and their stories as you normally eat dinner on your own. Echo and Kix sit beside you and they comment on how kind it was of you to keep the affected town in mind and ask for this mission. It’s something that is often forgotten, they say which makes you frown. “I won’t be forgotten from here on out.” You tell them with a smile.
After dinner and some last remarks on the plan from the battalion, you bid them good night and return to your room, your mapped route in hand. To your surprise Rex is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs to the East Wing. The smile on your face threatens to hurt your face, and you can’t help the skip to your step as you move to his side.
“Hello, you.” You glance around before you take his hand and bring it to your lips for a kiss. His face of surprise makes you smile before letting your hands fall between the two of you.
Rex clears his throat. “Hello my lady. May I walk you to your door?”
“Yes, of course you can.” You nod, squeezing his hand before he leads you up the stairs. As you glance to your left, you see him already looking at you. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes like it always does and his eyes hold a storm of feelings –the same ones you know yours show as well. None of you try can deny that these are the last few hours you’ll have alone, the morning will be rushed with everyone going to where they’re called, ready for the action of war or the long way to Greymoon and Liana.
It’s hurting your heart, filling it with a sunken feeling of dread that goes all the way down to your stomach. You give Rex’s hand a hard squeeze to ground yourself to the present and try to soak in everything that is him. Like a sponge, you want to absorb the feeling of being near him, so it can last you until the day he returns. Your eyes begin to sting but you refuse to cry, not right now, not when you’ve got such little time with the man you love.
“Everything okay, my lady?” Rex asks you softly and you only nod, clinging to his hand. But the physical comfort only lasts for a second before you have let go once you turn to your hallway –Hardcase and Tup are standing guard a few feet away from the door. You debate letting Rex go, saying goodnight at your door and crying yourself to sleep after putting it off all day. But you refuse to deny each other the comfort of an embrace, of the reassurances only you can offer each other. So you make up your mind and decide that life’s just too short –too uncertain– to keep up appearances, especially with the men who are loyal to both Rex and you.
“Good evening, sirs.” You nod your head in greeting which they return. “Can I ask for a favour from you two. Please.”
“Sure, your Highness.” They nod in affirmation after greeting their captain.
“Can you give captain Rex and I a little privacy and then pretend I never requested this?” You keep your tone light and your hands still even though anxiety is cursing through your veins from being so bold. After keeping your feelings for Rex a secret for so long, your own body thinks you’re losing your mind.
Rex probably thinks so too for his head turns to you so fast you’re worried he hurt himself. You shrug at him before looking at the two knights in front of you again. Tup and Hardcase share a look before they speak again. “Captain. Permission to say something sir.”
Rex raises a quizzical eyebrow but nods anyways. “You may speak soldier.”
“With all due respect sir… we know sir.” Hardcase shifts his balance from one foot to the other under Rex’s scrutiny.
“Know what?” Rex prods, his tone curious.
“About you and the princess, sir.” Tup says, glancing towards you before looking back at the Captain. “It’s pretty obvious sir.” The knight adds.
You can’t help the giggle that leaves your lips as you look at Rex’s surprised expression. It seems you haven’t kept your feelings for your captain as subtle as you thought you were. At least the Queen doesn’t know.
“We won’t tell anyone of course. We’ll go stand watch by the stairs.” Hardcase rushes to say while you fight back the smile that wants to come to your face. “You’ve got our word, your Highness.”
“Thank you both, I really appreciate it.” You smile warmly.
“It’s no problem your, Highness. Captain.” With a short goodbye, the two of them leave towards the stairs, leaving you and Rex on your own.
“That… was an interesting turn of events.” Rex mutters, his right hand moving to rub the back of his head.
“And here I thought we were subtle.” You laugh as you open the door to your drawing room, Rex following closely behind doing the same. The evening candles have already been lit, bathing the room in a golden light and casting soft shadows all around. You hear Rex ask if you’d like to keep the door closed and you nod, realizing the first time Rex was here was the night before after the attack. It didn’t feel like a groundbreaking thing, not like it does now. Your drawing room is a sacred place for you, it’s been your refuge and a place of peaceful solitude for your hardest days. Every letter you’ve wrote to him in the past has been in this room. Every love confession and every dream brought to live in paper, right here. It’s as if you’ve conjured him up, somehow, or maybe luck is just on your side this time –it’s giving you a glimpse into a future where him being here with you is normal. You smile as you approach him again and take his hand. It’s warm, he’s always full of warmth.
“I’ve brought up the mapped routes for you to see.” You tell him as you guide both of you to the round table by the bookshelves. “I wanted to show you.”
When you reach the table, you open the map with the planed route plus the two alternates as Rex mentioned earlier. “Hmm, these are really good. Gives you a lot of cover, and easy access to escape routes.” He looks over them, talking more to himself that to you as he goes over every detail.
You walk to the bookshelves, your fingers going over the books’ spines as you read the titles. You decide to mention what happened in the afternoon, your encounter with your mother. “You probably heard about what happened with the Queen today.”
“I… yes, I did.” Rex says after hesitating for a second, his voice turning soft. “How are you feeling after that?”
You feel his eyes on you, but you keep your gaze fixed on the books in front of you. “I understand her, I do. But why can’t she realize she hurts me with her words whenever she gets angry like that? If I try to understand her, why can’t she do the same?”
Rex walks to you, and when you hear his footsteps approach you turn to face him at last. Rex’s arms hesitate by your sides until you nod, and they land on your waist in a gentle hold. “I’m sorry that happened cyare, I wish there was something I could do. I hate seeing you like this.”
Your forehead falls against his for a minute, taking a few deep breaths to push the memories of the fight away. When you pull back and meet his eyes, you find his earlier turmoil again. Like a storm behind the soft look that he gives you.
You hold his gaze with all the love you can give. “Hey,” you whisper, “it’s okay. I’m used to it. And I’ll be okay during the mission as well; I know it’s been worrying you.”
He sighs, “I know, but I would prefer it if I could protect you instead. I want to keep you safe, be there for you. Just like I am right now, because you shouldn’t be used to being hurt.” Rex’s last words are earnest, letting you know he has never been okay with the way your mother tends to treat you.
“The King needs your help and expertise, my love, it will all work out.” You shake your head. “You’ve given me very useful advice I might need and it will keep me safe.”
Rex’s hands that are on your waist bring you closer, your own arms going around him. Your captain rests his cheek on your shoulder and you can feel him breathing you in, soaking up the closeness between you two. The feelings inside both of you begin to surface – like the steam of a kettle going off– after being pushed away all day. Your heart is letting you know it’s time to address how you feel whether it hurts or not.
“The thought of leaving you, being apart from you, it makes me anxious. I have this feeling in my chest.” He confesses against your shoulder as you hold each other, your left hand moving to his hair and rubbing at his scalp soothingly. “Like lead pressing down, it makes it hard to breathe, it… makes me afraid.”
“I’m afraid too,” you whisper to him, “I’ve had this feeling in my chest too. Since we left the garden yesterday. I tried to ignore it, but I can’t hide my feelings from you, you’re the only one I trust with them.”
“Just as I trust you, cyare.” Rex holds you closer, his breath warm over your shoulder.
“Don’t say goodbye tomorrow. It will only make it worse.”
“I won’t, I don’t ever want to say goodbye to you. Ever.”
“Rex.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and when he moves his face from your shoulder to look at you, your eyes take in every feature of his face. You have each one of them memorized, but you still map them with your eyes as if it’s the first time.
“Yes, love?” His gaze meets yours with both love and sadness.
“Kiss me.” You move your hand from his hair to the back of his neck as you speak. Your voice is low just for him to hear you. “Please kiss me now, while we’re alone. I fear we won’t be able to for a long time.”
In an instant, his lips are on yours in an intense but still gentle kiss. His hands on your waist bring you closer while both of your arms go around his neck. You slowly walk back to the table near you, and Rex quick as he always is, moves his hands to your hips to help you sit on it. Pleased that your lips are finally on the same level, and that the strain on your neck from leaning up to him has eased, you can’t help but smile. Rex’s forehead leans against yours when he feels your smile against his lips, something that causes him to do so as well. Your love surfaces from your heart to your skin a matter of seconds. It buzzes with a tenderness, and a care for the man in front of you that is almost overwhelming. Words fail you, but your actions speak for you. A soft brush of your lips against his, a gentle nuzzle of your noses, a kiss to the corner of his mouth and his jaw. I don’t want to part from you, they say, and when Rex cradles your cheek with one of his hands you know he understands.
His lips move to your cheek, peppering soft saccharine kisses there, until they drift lower to the edge of your jaw. They hover over your skin just before reaching your neck, as he hesitates, not knowing if he can kiss your skin like he wishes to do. You give him a breathy yes before he asks, your fingers moving from his shoulders to his hair. Rex smiles and places slow kisses along your neck, and he hums when you sigh again, your hands in his hair tugging gently at the soft strands. Your skin is covered in goosebumps at the new feeling, and you only want to be closer to him, to let the moment last forever. You take one of his hands on your waist, the one that was fighting not to drift upwards, and move it to the front of your chest.
“You can touch me, it’s okay, I trust no one more than you.” You whisper.
Rex does, and the way you react to him gives him more confidence. His lips find yours again, unable to stay away for long. Your lips part when you feel his tongue against your bottom lip, immediately getting lost in each other yet again. Rex holds you tightly to him, and his lips leave your mouth to place small kisses all over you face. The action so careful, so gentle that your heart can’t bear to think about tomorrow. The painful reminder grips your heart tightly, making it ache as your eyes begin to sting with tears threatening to fall.
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, cyar’ika.” Rex begins to say before his lips catch the few tears that have started to fall. He pulls away from you far enough to meet your eyes but still keep you close. “Please my love, don’t cry.” His voice hoarse from lack of use, and the way it threatens to break is your undoing.
You shake your head, not able to hold back your emotions anymore. The sob that shakes your whole body tells you it’s time to talk about your feelings. “I’m going to miss you so much and I’m so scared, Rex. Even the flowers are going to wilt from sadness while you’re gone. It’s going to be one month minimum, and we’ve never been apart so long. I –”
What if your mother makes you choose a husband while it’s just the two of you in the palace. What if she forces you to marry someone else? No. You won’t allow it. You’d sooner go to war than go through that –you either marry Rex or never marry at all. It’s his voice softly saying your name that brings you out of your own hopeless thoughts. Like a single star in a dark sky, he guides you back to the present, back to him.
“I’m going to miss you too, and our garden. You’re not the only one feeling like this cyar’ika you’re not alone.” His lips brush against your cheek, kissing your tears away. His eyes begin to water and that’s enough to make another sob leave your lips. You lean forwards, your forehead falling to his shoulder and arms going around his waist to pull him as close as possible.
“There’s no place on earth they might send either of us where I won’t think of you. Where I won’t find you and come back to you, my lady. I’ll be back here as soon as I am able, and I’ll talk to the King with you so that I may court you until the day we marry.” Rex’s voice is a soft whisper near your ear, making your sobs subside to silent tears.
You heart jumps on your chest at his words, and you nod against his shoulder, so he knows you believe him –despite the tears that continue to fall down your cheeks. When you look up again, the tears that fall down his own cheeks break your heart in a million pieces. Your hands go to hold his face, thumbs trying to bring him comfort. You’ve never seen Rex afraid before. He’s always composed, brave, but even your brave captain has fears. And you want nothing more than to comfort him.
“You’re right, I’m yours, heart and soul. One day when I vow it to you, I’ll tie my heart to yours in every possible way.” You try to soothe that anxious feeling he spoke of before.
Your lips meet his again in a slow yet passionate press of lips, the multitude of feelings channeled into the sweetest and most perfect of creations. So, you kiss, and kiss, and kiss again, letting your lips speak for you. Your heartbeats race and synchronize again, half of yours in his and half of his in yours. Both of his hands hold your face gently, reverently, when the two of you part once again.
“Everything will go well.” Rex reassures you and himself, “You’re strong and brave, and I know I don’t need to tell you this because you already know it. The relief operation will be a success but bring your sword with you in case there’s trouble.”
You nod with a smile. You had known he was going to ask you to bring your sword with you, and after the incident the previous night, you’re more than certain you can defend yourself should you need to.
“I will.” You whisper, your fingertips tracing his face softly. The slope of his nose, the curve of his bottom lip that was thoroughly kissed, the dark circles that had made an appearance under his kind brown eyes this morning. “You take care as well, Rex, and come back to me in one piece.”
“I always do.” Rex nods, his confident gaze making an appearance again. “Look at who’s going to be waiting here for me.”
His words make you smile, and you see his own smile come to his face as well. Placing a hand on his cheek you whisper three words reverently, like a secret between the two of you. “I love you.”
Rex’s eyes hold a flurry of emotion as he swallows hard, and whispers back. “I love you…so much.”
Your captain helps you off the table with a bashful look. The two of you look at each other shyly, as if you didn’t just kiss like the other would disappear. You grab Rex’s hand and hold onto it tightly until you reach the door leading out to the hallway. Trying to delay his departure as much as possible you hug him once more. You hold each other like that –breathing the other in– for what feels like hours but in reality, it’s probably one minute. The only thing that gets you to part from him is the knowledge that you both need to pack for the days ahead and get some rest before morning comes. So, with a small smile from Rex and a teary one from you, you open the door and part until the next day.
Tomorrow, you set off to do your duty and Rex will leave to do his. You feel your heart constrict inside your chest at the idea once more, but you ignore it. There are very important matters at hand, people are counting on both of you, and the promise of coming back to your little piece of heaven will encourage you two to hurry back, though you know Rex’s return could be much later than yours.
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The morning is a rush of events, just as you had anticipated. It’s a frenzy of finishing packing, eating breakfast, and letting Nathalia help you with your chainmail. As your father had ordered, the armory sent over a piece of chainmail for you to wear, but it was sent back by Nathalia for some “important alterations”. Now, you can’t help but admire her keen eye for picking out your garments even if they’re covered in metal armour.
You wear a delicate chainmail blouse on top of the bodice of your deep blue dress –its silver and white embroidery matching the silver metal beautifully. The best part, however, are the black trousers Nathalia found for you to wear underneath your dress. Goodbye side saddle, and hello comfortable horseback riding. Your eyes meet Nathalia’s through the mirror as you stare at your reflection.
“It’s perfect Nat,” You smile widely as she hands you a belt for your sword. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“No need to thank me, your Highness.” Nat smiles, “Now, please sit down so I can braid your hair.
Once everything is settled in your room and taken downstairs you make it a point to pass by the Queen’s study, where she’s sure to be having a cup of tea. You stop just outside the door and peek into the study, to find her sitting on the sofa with a book in her hand and a steaming cup of tea on the side table. With a deep breath, you straighten up and walk into the room.
Your mother looks up from her book, gives you a once over when you curtsey, and continues her reading. Not a word comes from her lips, so you decide to speak up first. “I’m leaving soon mother. I’ve come to say goodbye.”
She remains stoic focusing on the book in her hands, the only acknowledgement that she heard you is a low hum. “Why come say goodbye when you’re going against my orders.” She asks calmly, her eyes not meeting yours. Her next words are as cold as ice, and they sink into your veins as a shiver goes down your spine. “Just leave, I don’t care.”
A breath leaves your lips at her words. They hurt like punch in the stomach, leaving you speechless for a moment before you shake your head trying to rationalize where her anger is coming from. You’re not going to cry, not anymore.
“I know why you’re upset mother.” You whisper with a sad smile, approaching the sofa where she sits. “I’m your shining jewel that you can show off. But I am more than that, your Majesty. I’m my own person, I make my own decisions and accept all consequences that come from it. I wish you understood that.”
With that you place a kiss on her cheek, curtesy, and leave towards the courtyard where everyone is getting ready to leave. The courtyard looks like a battlefield already. Knights are going back and forth from the armoury to their horses and carriages, yelling orders and getting everything ready for departure. Somewhere to the right you manage to spot your father talking to commander Cody. He is nodding along to what the commander is saying until he sees you and excuses himself from the conversation.
“Father, I wanted to see you before I left.” You smile, offering a courtesy before he pulls you in for a hug. “Please take care, I’m going to miss you so much.”
“As will I, my dear.” Your father squeezes you tightly, before stepping back and kissing your forehead. “Take very good care of yourself. You’re my only daughter, I wouldn’t be able to bear losing you.”
“Thank you for the opportunity, father, I know you were hesitant to let me go to Liana.” You chuckle, still finding some of that hesitation in his eyes. “But I thank you for trusting me.”
“I do, I trust you and your decisions. That’s why I allowed it.” The King then shakes his head, “You gave me another perspective on this conflict, one I had overlooked.”
Someone calls for you father in the distance and he sighs, hugging you once more. “I will see you soon, my dear.”
“I’ll be here when you’re back.” You nod, holding back tears as he turns around and leaves to talk to part of his battalion. Where your mother is ice, your father is a warm hug in a cold day. If he it wasn’t for him and if he doesn’t return to the palace, you’re not sure how you’ll bear a life with the Queen’s frigid personality. With a deep breath you calm down the flurry of emotions that want to take over you again, but as you’ve told yourself countless times: There is no time for that now, people are counting on you.
You look around once more and spot the men of the 501st who will be accompanying you, they are getting your horse ready for departure. Your eyes keep looking for Rex, knowing he must be around making sure everything is on track for your mission, or at least that’s what you think. Just as you think about him, one of the knights moves a carriage away and there he is, looking down at a piece of parchment eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You start to make you way over, and then as if feeling your eyes on him he looks up. There’s a small smile that settles on his face as he approaches you, the two of you meeting each other halfway.
“And here I was, thinking it wasn’t possible for you to look more beautiful, cyare.” Rex is wearing his full armour except for the helmet, and you are thankful to see the way his smile crinkles the corner of his eyes –once last time. They are bright and don’t hide both the affection and attraction he feels. You can’t help but to be happy that he’s allowing himself to be more open with such emotions, it warms your body from head to toe.
You hold back a smirk, turning into a sensible smile as you look at him. “The chainmail looks that good hm?”
He chuckles and glances down to the floor briefly. “There is something you are missing, my lady.” He motions you to follow him where your horse awaits you before he gives you a helmet.
When you raise your eyebrows in surprise, Rex offers you a shrug. “Orders from the King.”
“Alright.” You sigh but nod anyways, stepping forward so he can put it on you. Your eyes meet his through the gap in the helmet as secures it and you can’t help the smile that comes to your lips at the focused look on his face. “Thank you.” You whisper when Rex is done and steps back.
Rex nods and points towards your horse. “Midnight is ready for you as well.”
Your horse is tall, with black with silky fur and long black mane. Midnight seemed like the perfect name for him. He leans close to you when you stroke his mane softly. “Hey buddy, ready for a new journey?” You offer him a small smile before Rex holds his hand out to help you hop on the saddle –knowing your injured hand doesn’t need the additional pressure of getting onto a horse.
“Thank you, captain.” You say, hoping he can hear the smile on your face even though its forced. It’s better than him figuring out you would be holding back tears if you let yourself speak more. There’s a big chance you won’t see him again, something that you don’t let yourself dwell on or else you’ll force your way into his mission. You must ignore it and try to put your captain at ease, even when you’re not feeling at ease yourself. The people of Liana need help, so like Rex, duty must come first. “I will see you back here once our missions are over.”
“You will. Take care, your highness.” Rex nods, clearing his throat before looking into your eyes –they shine just like yours– then in a whisper he speaks once more. “Please.”
“You too, Rex.” You try to keep the conversation casual even if nerves and dread are slowly settling in your gut. Above all, you must not say goodbye, that would make things worse, it would make things final.
Rex only nods once more, his eyes showing a thousand words he doesn’t dare speak in front of others; he already voiced them to the only person he allows to see any vulnerability from him, you.
It is Echo, who comes up next to you on his own horse, that leaves no room for any more worrying. His words are confident and get all three of you into action, your feelings tucked in a corner of your heart for later. “Ready when you are your highness.” He says.
“Take care of her, Echo, and take care of yourself.” Rex’s voice is firm, a captain giving an order, but it is laced with concern for yourself and his friend. You know the lieutenant will be able to pick up on it, knowing that Rex’s protectiveness is creating an inner turmoil in his mind and heart.
“Of course, captain.” Echo salutes Rex one last time–the captain stands at attention and does the same. “Good luck on your mission.”
“Let’s go.” With a nod to your captain, you ride with some of the 501st to the main gates and head West; knowing the other half of your heart will soon ride towards the east to meet the enemy. Though you have high hopes that your mission will go well, it’s hard to put aside the nerves for the other team, the one who will soon fight a hard battle at sea. You shake your head and chuckle with no real joy behind it, to think a little over 24 hours ago all you were nervous of was your pending meeting with the King.
Nathalia joins your side on her own horse as you make your way to the gate. There are knights surrounding you, their formation leaving you in the middle of the battalion for protection. Four empty carriages are being pulled by two horses each, ready to be loaded with supplies for the people of Liana who desperately need them. As time goes by the palace is left behind and replaced by a beautiful scenery of green on green, flowers and trees blooming in the last weeks of summer for the foliage before fall paints it orange and red.
Lieutenant Echo and Sir Dogma clear their throats as they approach to your right. “Your Highness.”
“We sent 4 men to Greymoon early this morning, as planned. They will wait for us there and tell the village we are on our way.” Dogma informs you. “Everything will be ready for your arrival.”
“Thank you, Sir.” You say, glad that your plan is already underway.
“Another thing, your Highness.” Echo tells you. “Orders from the King are to get you back to the palace the second things go south. No alternate route, just the escape route. The rest of the men will carry out the mission.”
“That’s not what we agreed upon yesterday.” You remind him, hoping to ignore your father’s orders. Of course he’ll tell them and not tell you. The only reason why you’re hearing about this now is because Echo is your eyes and ears for all matters in the castle, just like his twin Fives is. “We go the alternate route, I’m not leaving without a fight.”
“But your Highness.” Sir Dogma tries to say but you shake your head.
“I’m sure nothing will happen, and if it does, my father knows I’m stubborn enough not to follow his orders to the letter.” You shrug, then sigh, knowing they have their orders. “But alright, we’ll follow the King’s orders. Only if it’s absolutely necessary though, like if I’m about to die, then you take me back to the palace.”
Echo chuckles, “Alright your Highness, only during a dire situation then.”
“Mhm.” You nod, then light up as you spot an open field in the distance. The sun is shining on it, making the blooming flowers look every more beautiful as the tall grass dances from side to side. “Permission to leave formation.”
“What?” Nathalia says on your left, until she follows your line of vision. “Oh. In that case, can I leave formation too?”
“Alright.” Echo nods reluctantly. “Dogma, stay close to them.”
You hear Sir Dogma agree before you break formation and set off to the open field. “Come on Nat!” You say, a laugh escaping your lips as Midnight picks up his pace.
The breeze is cool, though your helmet prevents you from feeling it on your face. The tall grass bends as you gallop through and the wildflowers are even brighter up close. The blue sky seems endless in front of you, like you could gallop towards the horizon forever, until the sun sets and rises again. It gives you a sense of freedom you rarely have, and when a pack of butterflies fly from the grass and to the sky, you get a warm feeling on your chest. Happiness, pure happiness after two tense days, is enough to make your eyes tear up involuntarily while your smile only grows.
As Nathalia laughs by your side, you have a feelings that things are truly going to go well. Like this is a good omen being sent to you and your mission.
It is almost midnight when you reach the designated place where you are to set camp. The Knights are quick to unpack the needed supplies for a quick dinner and some sleeping cots for those who aren’t on lookout. You thank them kindly when they set up a tent for you a Nathalia and laugh heartedly at the fun anecdotes they tell by the small fire. The small meal is consumed in animated yet quiet conversation before everyone who needs to rest is urged to go to sleep.
“We’ll leave in a few hours and we’ll be in Greymoon in the morning.” Echo reminds everyone. “Get some rest, we all need it.”
With that, Nathalia takes the lead towards your small tent. Knights sit a few feet away from it, keeping guard and making sure the two of you are safe while you rest. You smile at them as you pass, thanking them for their help and their effort.
“I’m so tired, my butt is already asleep.” Nathalia says through a yawn, not even bothering to take off her boots before climbing into her cot.
“Get some rest, dear Nat.” You smile, “You’ve had a very long day.”
“So have you, you need rest too.” She yawns again, already drifting off.
“And I intend to do so.” You nod, pulling the blankets back and getting into bed –boots and all. Making sure your sword is next to your cot in case you need it, you let yourself close your eyes hoping that your father and your captain are having a good start of their mission as well.
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It feels like you were asleep for only a minute before the sound of yelling wakes you up. Defensive positions! you hear, along with Pirates! and even more yelling. It gets you up from your small cot in an instant, and makes you reach for your sword.
“Nathalia, stay close to me.” You say the minute you spot her frightened face looking at you with wide eyes. She is sitting on the edge of the cot –her face is pale and her knuckles white as they grip the blanket. “I’m going to take a look.”
The chaos outside freezes you to your spot as soon as you step out to the open. It isn’t dawn yet, and the dark sky is bathing all of you in darkness, a disadvantage for both the enemy and your battalion. There are at least 40 pirates, all armed, battling with the 501st. The 25 men who accompany you in the mission, outnumbered by the brutal attacks from the pirates, but from what you can see, there haven’t been any casualties yet. You’re so focused on the safety of those fighting to protect you that you barely have time to see the danger that’s approaching you.
A pirate charges at you at the same time Nathalia comes out of the tent and stands behind you, her scared almost-scream is enough to spring you into action. You know your hand is still healing and would certainly injure itself more –or break– if you punch any more pirates, but you can steal wield your sword without much pain. Sword it is. You take it in both hands and strike upwards towards the pirate, who’s immediately tackled to the ground by Hardcase. You use the moment to walk further away from the fight, you need to keep Nathalia safe.
“Get away from here, now!” You hear Hardcase grunt from the ground and you nod. You quickly scan your surroundings and force your body to move despite the fear that tries very hard to keep your feet frozen to the ground.
“Stay behind me Nat.” You tell her over your shoulder, grab her hand and start running to your left, only for three pirates to spot you and come after you, the knights they were fighting forgotten.
You plant your feet to the ground and swing your sword once more, a grunt leaving you from the pain the movement brings to your hand. No more defensive strikes, you’re going to strike first. Thankfully, only one of them makes it towards you as the other two pirates are brought down to the ground by the knights. The air is filled by insults thrown out by the pirates and the knights’ clanking armor, but you focus on your attacker Your sword knocks out his knife but he’s quick to brandish a sword that was strapped to his back. Like the night of the attack at the palace, you block every strike with your sword before growing more confident and attacking first while still shielding Nat. The pirate chooses a foul move then and uses his sword to cut your already injured hand, right above the wrist. Nathalia screams out your name, worry coating her words. The cut goes through your bandage and to your skin which makes you drop the sword as a response to the pain, but before the pirate can strike again you grab your sword again with your left hand. Blocking his strikes with your non dominant hand proves to be more challenging that you thought though, you’re not strong or as skilled with it as you are with your injured one.
It feels like you’re alone and you can’t even check your surroundings to see how the 501st is doing, nor check up on Nathalia behind you. You can only tell her to run when the pirate’s last strike forces you to use both hands on the hilt of your sword –the pain from both injuries bringing tears to your eyes. You strain against the pirate’s strength that’s trying to bring you down, when a knife flies down to his arm making him drop his sword and cry out in pain –a moment you use to kick him hard and away from you and Nat, who didn’t run as you told her to. All around you the pirates start to crumble to the ground, arrows flying down from a tree and onto them. Three more knights appear suddenly, with dark red painted armor, and they work with the rest of the 501st to disarm and capture the remaining pirates.
You drop your sword and turn around to find a frightened Nathalia with tears in her eyes. “I should have defended you. You got hurt!” She cries but you shush her softly, and though you yourself are trembling, you bring her to your arms and embrace her.
“You know how stubborn I am, I wouldn’t have let you.” You tell her gently as she shakes in your arms. “We’re okay, Nat. It’s done now.”
“We need to clean your wound.” Nathalia says through her tears. “Let me go get Kix.”
“In a minute.” You mumble, holding her closer, glad that she’s safe. “You need to calm down a little, I’m okay Nathalia, don’t worry.”
“Your highness!” Echo comes running to you, he has an angry cut on his head that leaves a trail of blood down to his chin but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Are the two of you, okay? Are you hurt?”
“Nathalia is fine, sir Echo.” You nod as Nathalia steps away from you and wipes her eyes discreetly. “However… I hurt my hand again. It doesn’t matter, how are the rest of the men? Any casualties?”
“None, your highness.” Echo says, his smile tired but happy for his men.
I sigh of relief escapes you and you nod in understanding. “That’s good to hear.”
“That pirate hurt your hand, your Highness.” Nathalia says nodding to the body collapsed on the ground with anger. “I’m going to find Sir Kix.”
“Let me go with you–” Echo tries to say but Nathalia is already off to find the medic. “Are you sure that she is okay?”
“She’s rattled, not hurt. I’ll check up on her when she’s ready.” You sigh, shaking your head. “Now tell me, who were those knights who just showed up to help?”
“They are from Greymoon, your Highness.” Echo nods towards one of them, who is wearing a piece of red fabric wrapped around his forehead and a red scarf over his armor. “This is Sargent Hunter, the leader of Legion 99 of Greymoon. They protect the village.”
You hear Nathalia come back to your side with Kix tagging along, and he wastes no time checking your injured right arm. A sense of déjà vu washes over you as you continue your conversation with the knights over a painful grimace.
“I thank you for your aid, Sargent.” You nod your head politely. “Perfect timing.”
“No thanks needed, your Highness. We were scouting the grounds when we heard the noise. Four knights from the palace had informed us yesterday afternoon of your arrival.” Hunter motions to the other three knights that are putting the arrested pirates in line. They still wear their helmets so you can’t see their faces as the Sargent gives you their names. “Those are Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair. We are happy to help and we’re sorry for not thinking of scouting the river for threats. Echo tells me that’s where the pirates came from.”
“It’s no one’s fault.” You shake your head, wincing when Kix pours water over your wound to clean it. “I guess we’ll be arriving at Greymoon before planned, as our rest was cut short.”
“I’ll start packing up the camp.” Echo nods before turning to the Sargent. “Do you mind helping with the prisoners?”
“Not a problem.” Hunter says. He gives you a nod and returns to his Legion.
“Sir, Echo.” You speak up before he leaves. “When you write your report to Rex, please don’t tell him I got hurt.” The last thing you need is to worry him in battle, you’ll tell him yourself when you see him.
“Because he’ll worry if I do.” The Lieutenant says, understanding. “Alright your Highness. I’ll let Sir Kix finish patching you up, and both you and Miss Nathalia rest. We’ll be ready to depart when you are.”
You nod your head and reach for Nathalia’s hand, squeezing it in reassurance and in pain as Kix wraps a tight bandage over the cut. “We’ll be in Greymoon soon, Nat, we’ll rest and get the supplies. It’ll be alright, I have a good feeling about this.”
Nat chuckles at your optimism, looking down at the bloody bandage that taken off by Sir Kix and replaced with a new one. “I hope you’re right, your Highness.”
“I will have to check this again in Greymoon, your Highness.” Kix says as he stands up, taking your attention away from Nat and towards him. “But this bandage will be good until then.”
“Thank you, Sir Kix.” Your smile is quickly replaced by a wince when you move your hand to test it. “Would you mind telling Lieutenant Echo we are ready to depart?”
“Certainly, your Highness.”
“You’re okay then?” Nathalia asks, the concern on her voice not leaving her yet. “Don’t you need a little bit more rest?”
“I’m alright. Now we really should go, there are people counting on us.” You offer her hand one more squeeze as you look beyond the forest, knowing the village is some miles away. You hope the people of Liana know you’re coming, so they don’t feel alone. Hold on for one more day, help is on the way.
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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭
Captain Rex x F!Jedi!Reader
Pt.2
Your first kiss with Rex, when the two of you were young and hopeful, and your last one, where he wished for nothing more than to protect you, to be by your side until your very last breath.
Word Count: 5389
Warnings: Minor swearing (?), sad Rex, creepy man alert.
A/N: I'm not proud of or satisfied with the first half, but I needed to pour my Rex love out into words <3
The first time you and Rex shared a kiss, it was.. Sudden. It was thrilling. It was indescribable, really.
It had blood rushing to your cheeks in spurs, heat spreading throughout your body as his fingers gripped bruises onto your hips, his lips hot and soft against your own, trapping you between his broad shoulders and an old, sticky counter.
The two of you had been sent on a mission, a Jedi and a Clone Captain. Hand in hand, the two of you played a newly married couple as you had been tasked by the Jedi Council. At first, you had no objections, but when you realised it meant the two of you would be fully and wholly alone, your hands began to tremble, your heart began to rattle and all your resolve seemed to crumble.
Sure, you were solid in your beliefs, and that included ignoring your ever-growing crush on the blonde, tan-skinned, honey eyed Captain of the 501st.
But with more convincing, General Skywalker and Kenobi had managed to get you to agree, and soon the two of you were shipped off to a supposedly Neutral planet, where your bounty hunter had taken cover from the GAR's watchful eyes.
The air on this planet was nothing short of stuffy, particles clinging to your lungs like thick lumps of goo. The streets were nothing but grime, sweat and dirt as your eyes scanned the place. There were potholes in the roads, small crowds of traders and sellers and horse-riders, as well as the occasional trios of smokers that hung outside bars. The streetlights were the only source of light, the planet's moons having been hidden away behind a thick, lingering swarm of clouds.
Rex could feel your shoulders stiffening, and on instinct he had pulled you closer. According to the coordinates provided by General Kenobi, the bounty hunters' hideout was just a mere few-minute walk away from your current position, and so, the two of you made your way there.
Numerous stall owners had attempted to steal your attention away, offering glamorous jewels and accessories and flashy trinkets, but were quickly shut up and dismissed by one hard glare from Rex, his fingers finding solace on your shoulder, keeping you protectively close.
He himself wasn't all too willing to embark onto this mission, but an order was an order, no matter how hard General Skywalker attempted to mask it as a request, as a choice.
And now, having you this close, Rex was almost forced to question all the rules and regulations that the longnecks and the Council and the Republic had imposed, had implanted into the clones, onto himself. With your scent invading his senses, with your warmth being shared between the two of you, Rex wasn't so sure if he was willing to stay single for the rest of his life.
Not when your nimble fingers latched themselves around his biceps like soft snares, caressing and squeezing the flesh, feeling the sturdy muscle beneath. He could feel goose bumps rise across his arms and shoulders, as your touch set off fiery sparks on his skin, as your gaze melted away his cold exterior.
As he glanced down at you, his chest tightened, seeing the way the orange lights warmed up your face, created a warm glow, made you look prettier, enhanced your features. A hint of a shadow danced across your cheekbones from under your lashes, microscopic freckles scattered across like stars in the night sky. Maybe, just maybe, one day the two of you would live in a Republic where he could, where he would, confess his adoration for you.
But he saw no such thing happening anytime soon.
His thoughts were interrupted as a loud, irritating whistle caught his attention, and you came to a slow halt.
"Whatcha got there, lad? You sellin'?" A scratchy voice had asked, and Rex's eyes narrowed as he noticed a Weequay pirate had made his way over to them, his eyes scanning you up and down, hunger swirling in his thin, cat-like irises. A smirk tugged at his awfully chapped lips, and his right hand was perched on his hip, settling just above his blaster.
A weak gasp left your lips as Rex half-shielded your body from view, and if you hadn't been pushed behind him, maybe your heart would have pumped faster at the sight of his frown.
"Can't you see she's taken, lad?" Rex asked, his voice loud and sturdy as he glared at the man. You didn't have your lightsabers on you, nor could you fight off the pirate whilst undercover.
"Woah woah, calm down my friend, I was merely asking." The pirate stated, a frown appearing on his face as he looked between your seemingly spooked figure and Rex's ready-to-fight stance.
Looking up at Rex, you tugged on his hand, silently pleading to keep moving. Your lightsaber was safely stored away in Rex's backpack, and it meant you couldn't have acted as swiftly as you would of if it had instead been attached to your hip.
With a groan, Rex shoo his head, puffing his chest out like a proud lion. "She is not for sale, she's with me, she's my wife, and you, you better keep your grubby paws and eyes off her." Rex growled out, his chest rumbling with a newfound dominance.
"Or else-"
"Rex.." You whispered, one handlightly tugging his shoulder, "It's okay. Let's keep going." You insisted, snaking your hand along the side of his neck to cup his jaw. His gaze softened at the sight of you, and with a small nod of his head, the two of you moved away, Rex bumping into the pirate's shoulder with more than enough force to knock him to the ground.
The two of you walked in a semi-comfortable silence, not exchanging any words, and you preferred that. If you had to speak now, you were worried you'd stumble over your words and start blushing like a teenager. He was so effortlessly kind, so thoughtful, so sweet.
What would you do without your favourite Captain?
Probably sink into the earth or something.
Looking up, a small smile appeared on your lips; the clouds were scattering away under the wind currents, and the twin moons were beginning to peak out from under their cover. A cool, blue light engulfed the two of you, mixing with the war orange glow from the street stands, and your breath was caught in your throat as you looked up to Rex.
His honey eyes reflected the purple mix, darkening under it as he stared ahead, occasionally glancing at his holopad. There was a familiar crease settled between his brows, crows feet crinkling at the outer corners of his eyes as his expression screamed 'Focused!', his gloved hand warm against the bare skin on your bicep.
His stubble, which he usually kept cleanly shaven, was now beginning to grow back, giving him a more mature, yet tired look. Your fingers itched to just caress his face, to feel those short, spiky hairs against your palm, to make him feel at ease under your touch.
He glanced to the side, his eyes widening as the two of you made instant eye contact, but a soft smirk appeared when he noticed you hurriedly looking away, anywhere but him.
He definitely liked to see you flustered.
After a short while, the two of you came to a stop in front of a small staircase, a few lingering figures smoking, and tall, dark brown doors that led to the inside of the club.
The figures scoffed at the sight of you, muttering something about being 'rich' or too 'formal', but you paid them no mind as Rex placed his palm on the small of your back, glancing sideways as he ushered you forward.
As the doors opened, your senses were flooded with the smell and feel of thick smoke, choking you from the inside-out more so than the air outside. Loud music pumped through hidden speakers, and a swarm of bodies was tangled up on the dance floor, moving in rhythmic beats, flashing lights and singing making the room feel stuffy, and much smaller than it really was.
There was sweat on the walls, different coloured lights basking the otherwise dark space in all shades of the rainbow.
Quickly, you took a hold of Rex's bicep, stuttering in your steps as you looked to him for guidance, and the male felt a surge of pride sprouting in his chest, knowing that you trusted him enough to seek protection from him.
Without a second thought, he lead you to the bar, ordering the two of you drinks strong enough to survive the clamminess of the place.
Then, the two of you found seats at a faraway booth, sitting close enough for your arms to touch. You took an awkward sip of your drink, a horrible bitterness hammering your tongue, a shiver going down your spine as the liquid burned the back of your throat.
"What was this called again, Rex? Beer?" You semi-shouted over the loud music, your lips just inches away from touching his ear.
Without a thought, Rex turned his face to you, towering lightly over you as you leaned against his shoulder. Your eyes widened, a soft gasp parting your lips. His own eyes looked over yours, a smirk on his lips.
"Yeah, it's called beer, mesh'la. Why? D'you not like it?" He asked, nudging his chin to point at the glass. He watched as you chewed on your bottom lip, suppressing the grimace that fought to make its way onto your face.
He never really saw you be so expressive around anyone else, not even around General Skywalker and General Kenobi. Was he an exception? He had waited to spend one-on-one time with you for so long, always being stuck by Skywalker's side.
A smirk tugged at his lips, and Rex couldn't stop himself from putting an arm around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer. The gasp that escaped your lips was luckily covered by the loud booming of the music, and the flush on your face was somewhat masked by the bouncing lights, or so you hoped.
Rex's breath fanned over the top of your head, his hand tracing circles into your skin, though his eyes remained observant, scanning the room, as he took another sip of his own drink.
You looked back to your own drink, a scowl forming on your face as you cringed at the thought of having to finish it. But, a plan formed in your mind. The two of you were supposed to be playing a couple in love, right?
Why not.. spice things up a little?
Without a second thought, you turned to Rex.
"If you drink that whole glass in ten seconds, the rest of the drinks will be on me tonight." Your voice was loud, your lungs straining to produce sound over the music, but it seemed to work as Rex thought about your offer, taking a moment to reply.
"And I get to choose?" He asked, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear.
With an eager nod, you watched Rex sigh defeatedly, reaching over for your glass.
"But you better be fair, or else." He winked at you, and neared the glass to his lips. His brothers often engaged in games like this, making bets or starting competitions, their favourite being 'How to get Fives drunk the fastest' or 'How to make Fives strip tease for the civvies'.
He himself never got drunk, only somewhat tipsy, so it would definitely be a new experience for him.
Drinking with you by his side, without the peering eyes of his brothers or the Republic. Here, it was just him and you.
"On the count of one," You begun, a grin growing on your lips as Rex readied himself, "Three.." His posture straightened up, his gaze daring you, "Two.." His grip on the glass tightened, and you felt yourself swallowing a growing lump, looking up at Rex through a thick curtain of lashes, lips parted, "One!"
With that, you began counting down, swallowing thickly as you watched Rex tilt the glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with every gulp he took. You almost considered speeding up your counting, as in five seconds he was done with half of the glass.
A laugh escaped you as some of the beer began to spill down his chin, rolling in thick beads down his neck. At that point, he won. Your attention was completely focused on his neck, eyes glazing over him eagerly, and you wondered what it would be like to trace the column of his neck, to lick the alcohol off of his neck, would he like that? What would he sound like?
"Done!" Rex's exclamation startled you, the bang of the glass against the table effectively making you jump out of your skin.
A loud laugh echoed, and as you looked up, Rex was just wiping his lips.
"Now, you owe me a drink," He said, taking a hold of your chin as he cheekily smiled, "Or a couple." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and rested back against the booth seat.
With a roll of your eyes, you got up from your seat and made your way towards the bar.
"Five shots of Spotchka for me mesh'la!" He shouted after you, and a laugh escaped your lips. As you ordered the drinks, a giddy smile tugged at your lips. Who would have thought that the two of you could share such a normal, such an ordinary day together? Especially at a bar like this of all places? Not even in your wildest dreams would you have imagined Rex and you playing a couple, clinging onto each other like koalas, or sharing drinks like this.
Never would you have imagined you would get the chance to be close to Rex like this, maybe if one of you were carrying the other off a battlefield, but that's it really.
You were one lucky-
"You alone miss?" Someone spoke lowly into your ear, a foreign hand caressing the small of your back.
"What the-" You turned around, shaking away from their touch. "Who are you?" You asked, one eyebrow quirked as you looked the man up and down. He was definitely a local, dressed in dark brown trousers and khaki coloured shirt, his face looked worn, wrinkles scattered all over, his beard outgrowing a stubble and his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarrettes.
His eyes though, they were sullen and fighting against his will to stay awake and upright, they showed an exhausted man, a vexed man, a dangerous man. You knew that without your lightsaber you'd be completely and utterly screwed, but maybe you could talk your way out of this?
"I've been looking for some.. fresh meat," He paused, licking his lips as he looked you up and down, expectantly. His breath stank, and you had to fight really hard not to let your disgust show. "You looked a bit lonely, y'know.." He continued, and you felt a shiver run up your spine as he reached a hand to caress your shoulder.
Thinking back to how Rex was probably waiting for you, you felt a sense of comfort; he'd come if you took too long.
"Well actually I-I'm with someone-" You tried to reason, but the man shut you up with a sharp glare and a sloppy shake of his head.
"No no, sweetheart, I think you misunderstood me," He growled out, voice rumbling in your ears, "You're coming with me."
His rough hand felt like sand paper to your skin, unlike Rex's gentle, careful fingers that worked their way to yours, held you with so much care.
His shirt slouched over his bony form, and you could see sweat staining the material.
"Sir, I would advise you to let go of me or-"
"Or what? What are you gonna do, sweetheart? Scream? Kick?" He taunted, trapping your body between his own and the bar. Why was no one batting an eye at this? Was everyone so horribly drunk? Where was Rex?
You shook your head, pushing at his chest.
"Just let go of me you creep." You hissed, freeing yourself from his grasps. A scowl overtook his features, a red light shining directly onto his face. What the hell? Why was he so stubborn on taking you away?
Just as his lips parted, his small frame was roughly shoved to the side, and you paused in your tracks as something soft, something warm crashed against your lips.
Large hands held your hips in place as his lips melted against yours, pushing against you, body flush against your own. Your eyes snapped open, but closed once more when you realised who it was.
Your arms snaked around his neck, nails grazing against his scalp as you reciprocated this welcomed feeling. Your breaths mingled together, his tongue poking out to lick at your bottom lip, wordlessly asking for permission.
Granting it, your tongues swirled together, and he hummed in approval as his hips pushed you further into the counter, the wood digging painfully into the skin and bones. His body towered over yours as the two of you kissed, completely lost in each other's warm embrace, completely forgetting about the creep that had now moved away, shaking his head and muttering disgruntled 'Okay I get it's'.
As Rex slowly pulled away, you found yourself chasing his lips, almost whining at the loss of warmth. But a small smile tugged at your lips as you looked into his eyes, noticing how glazed over his irises were, how softly he looked at you, as if you were his precious treasure, his whole world, his universe.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for, mesh'la." He mumbled as he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttered close with a content smile on his face.
A soft huff escaped through your nose, and you softly nodded, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Me too, Captain, me too."
The last time you and Rex kissed, it was passionate, it was hopeful, it was precious.
There was a spare hour before you and your squadron were to depart for another search-and-rescue mission, off to a rather politically-influential planet, busy with preparing your ships, guns, provisions, belongings and, most of all, your goodbyes. You were confident that the mission would be a successful one, after all, how hard was it to find a missing princess?
However, the creases etched onto Rex's features had your chest tightening, had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek, had you fiddling with your fingers. That familiar scrunch of his eyebrows, whenever he was anxious, was present, crow's feet dancing at the outer corners of his eyes.
He kept his hands grasped together behind his back as he paced the hallway outside your room in circles, muttering and mumbling under his nose with hushed breaths.
The apples of his cheeks that were normally so full and chubby, were now sullen and drained of their usual roundness, the familiar bright glint in his starry eyes you loved so much, suddenly replaced by a dark, dusky chill.
As the door to your room slid open, Rex had lifted his head, golden puppy eyes widened, relief flooding his features. His pacing had come to a slow stop as he peered at you, breathless.
A sigh escaped your lips, the muscles in your throat tensing, your shoulders stiffening.
"Rex..? What's-" He was quick to interrupt your words, grasping your shoulders in a gentle hold as he pushed you back inside your quarters, the doors shutting behind him with a gentle whizz and thud.
"Mesh'la.. You can't go." As the words left his lips, your heart squeezed, like a wet rug being drained of water. It twisted and pulled, tugging at the heartstrings until they were ready to burst. Where was this coming from, why was he so worried? It was only going to be a simple mission. The corners of your lips tugged downwards in a frown, suddenly gaining on a new weight to them that hadn't been there before.
Your hands came up to hold his face, smoothing out the lines that had scattered across.
"Rex, what's gotten into you? What's wrong?" You asked, your voice merely a hushed whisper as you neared your face to his. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed harshly, nervously. His eyes searched yours, the first hint of tears surfacing.
His hold against you was tight, yet so full of love and care. One of his hands had slid up to cradle the side of your face, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the soft skin underneath, his warmth radiating onto you like a heavy blanket. His scent, the scent of fresh aftershave and gunpowder, was invading your senses, binding you completely useless under the spell of your lover.
With a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttered closed, crows feet tugging at the corners before he opened them back up, his feelings hidden behind an array of lusciously thick lashes and a steel-hard facade.
"That thing.. What Fives said b-before he- before he died," He paused, his gaze dropping down to the floor, his shoulders stuttering under the shakiness of his breaths, "About the chips. What if it's true?"
At that, your lips merged into a fine line, your hold on his face losening just the slightest.
"Rex, look at me," You spoke, lifting his chin with the tips of your fingers, soft stubble brushing against the pads, "Do you truly believe in what he said?" You questioned, searching his eyes for something, for a clue. If this worried him so much, then why did he keep it hidden from you until now? Did he hear something he shouldn't have? Did he see something that confirmed what Fives had said?
"I didn't see or hear anything, if that's what you're thinking, mesh'la," His quiet voice just barely reached your ears, the gravelly hum grazing against the shells of your ears, like waves crashing against a sandy shore, and you wouldn't have heard his hushed whisper if you weren't leaning in so close, "But General Skywalker.. he- he hasn't been the same since Ahsoka left the order, he's been more unnerved, more reckless, more irrational and he's putting my squadron, my men, my brothers in danger, kriff, even you!" He exclaimed, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. His stomach twisted and turned, bile readily rising, burning, in his throat as he realised what he had just said.
If this was anyone but you, he was sure to be court martialed, accused of treason or desserting the army, or conspiring, even. But this wasn't just anyone, this wasn't General Kenobi or Master Windu; this was you. His General, his friend, his comfort, his love.
Surely, you'd understand where he was coming from.
You had allowed him a short respite, pulling him into your embrace as the tears had begun to spill over. One hand caressing his hair, the other rubbed comforting circles into the tense muscles on his back. He wasn't wearing his armour, for some weird enough reason, though you could inquire about that later.
For now, Rex's wellbeing was your priority.
Your lips gently brushed against his ear as you spoke, your voice smooth and soft, like velvet, barely rising above a whisper. "Rex, we both know, forming attachments, relationships, is strictly forbidden.. But, has that ever stopped anyone? It certainly hasn't stopped me or you, so it definitely hasn't stopped General Skywalker," You paused, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sickeningly sweet scent, "Ahsoka was like a daughter to him, Rex, a little sister to you. He's going through the same pain as you, but multiply that by two." You whispered, feeling Rex's silent tears ease into light, stuttering breaths, his gloved hands grasping tightly onto your robes.
The distant hum of active machinery and faraway footsteps filled the silence between the two of you, bouncing off the iron-hard walls, drowning out the sound of your breathing, masking the sound of Rex's gentle, feather-light tears and sobs.
He had been through far too much in his short life, he had seen too much, heard, experienced more than enough. The numerous, countless deaths of his brothers, each dying on a cursed battlefield, sacrificing their lives dying for a cause that did little to care for them. The disappearance of Echo, the death of Hardcase, the death of Fives. All men who had been by his side for so, so many years.
And then, General Tano leaving the Jedi order.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He could no longer force and tie down that sense of fear, that sense of insecurity which twisted at his heartstrings, constricting painfully each time a new terror occurred. It squeezed at his lungs, suffocating him, dragging him down like a boulder tied to one of the many seas found on Kamino.
Kamino.
His.. home?
The longnecks never did care for the Clones, all they were to them was a moneygrab. An expensive one, at that. Who knew when the Republic would run out of money to produce more clones? Who knew when they would get tired of the many fruitless battles they so bravely fought? Who knew?
Those questions plagued Rex's mind like a stalkish nightmare, always there, hiding away in the deepest corners of his mind, creeping in every time he'd let his eyelids flutter closed.
But then, there was a light.
A golden, brightly burning flame, offered by an extended hand.
It came in the form of your touch.
Anytime you'd touch his shoulder, graze the soft skin of your palm along his jaw, place feather-light kisses against his nape, Rex could feel the tightness-
No.
He could feel the fear that clawedat his chest slowly dissipate away. Inch by inch, the feeling of your skin against his, the sound of your voice dripping like honey, the warmth that radiated off of you like the sun, it washed the sticky, oozing black substance away in waves, it purged the darkness that tried to taint his heart and mind, his resolve and his beliefs.
His breathing had slowly come to a still, the trembling that had travelled throughout his body had eventually ceased, allowing the two of you to sit in a comfortable, peaceful silence.
His fingers caressed the soft material of your shirt, tracing each slight bump of bone within the curve of your spine, his heart swelling with adoration at every soft exhale and chuckle that escaped your chest at his ministrations.
With you hidden away in his arms, away from harm's way, Rex began to feel at peace again.
But that's just what you did; you put anyone and everyone at ease. You just had that effect.
He didn't know if it was something to do with your force-sensitivity, or if it was just a personality trait. He wasn't about to complain though.
The tip of his nose gently nudged against the top of your head, slowly, taking note of the change in the scent. The corners of his lips nudged slightly upwards, crows feet tugging at the corners of his tired eyes.
"New shampoo?" He asked, his voice low and raspyed as he continued inhaling your scent.
Underneath him, he felt vibrations, your shoulders shaking as you snickered in his arms, the air escaping your lungs in short, joyful tufts.
"Yeah, I was getting fed up of the one provided by the Republic. It's peach scented, d'you like it?" You had asked, tilting your head upwards to catch a glimpse of his honey-glazed eyes. As he looked at you, he couldn't help the rapid rattling of his heart, warmth flooding his chest at the sight of you.
Your face tilted upwards, hands grasping his biceps, lone tufts of hair framing your face, the smug smile on your face as you looked up at him with those beautiful, glassy irises. It was like you were his own personal sunshine, small enough for him to cradle you within his clutches, tuck you away into his pocket, keep you by his side during combat.
Warm enough to chip away at the foul insecurities and fears that clogged his mind during his every waking moment.
His gaze flickered to your lips, and Rex sucked in a sharp breath as he noticed you nibbling lightly on your bottom lip, a shadow cast onto your cheekbones through a row of long, luscious lashes.
Neither of you said a word as Rex's hand cradled the side of your face, closing the short gap between the two of you. You closed your eyes, a joyful huff escaping your chest as his lips collided with yours in a passionate, slow exchange.
His fingers caressed your skin with such care, with such gentleness, with such love, it made your heart beat faster and your blood burn hot with adoration. They swept down from the top of your cheekbone, along the shell of your ear, and finally found their place on your jawbone, his pinky settling for caressing small, short strokes along your jaw and the top of your neck. His other hand came up to do the same, pulling you closer than was thought to be humanly possible.
His breath fanned over your face, and his scent flooded your nostrils, soft vanilla mixed with his natural musky scent.
It invaded your senses, engulfing you like a chilly summer afternoon on one of your rare days off, like the warm summer rain that soaked your clothes, tugged at the tips of your hair, like the warm rays of sun that peaked through the windows as you slept, summoning you to wake up, to feel alive, to feel loved.
A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your tongue brushing against Rex's bottom lip. You felt his shoulders shake under the heaviness of your palms, and it was soon followed by a soft chuckle as his hands tilted your head, angling it to provide him better access to your body, your lips, your soul.
Your lips melting together, your heart swells with admiration and love for your soldier, and for a moment a fleeting thought wedges itself inside your mind; you and Rex. You and Rex and small children, a tall farmhouse sat behind your figures as the children splash around in a shallow pond, their joyful screams and shouts bringing a smile to your face as you and Rex relax further back, his arm cradling you close to his body.
But that thought is gone as fast as it came, a ghost of your past wishes and longings. But maybe, just maybe once the war ended, the two of you would be able to achieve such a future. Afterall, where there is love, there is hope, and where there is hope, there is life, right?
The two of you are interrupted as your intercom goes off, signaling for your attention. The incessant beeping is loud and repetitive, enough to cause a tension headache in you.
Slowly, you began to pull away, your eyes fluttering open once more, your lips stinging as the cold air of your room replaced the warm plush of Rex's lips. You swallowed hard, releasing a short breath as you looked up into his golden eyes again, a pained expression settled in them again.
"Rex.. It's time for me to go," You whispered, bringing your hand up to caress his face as the man pulled you close, his fingers fiddling with the material of your shirt. He burried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent one last time, "I will contact you as soon as we land, or if anything happens, okay?" You asked, nudging his forehead with yours.
As he lifted his head, Rex felt that same fear overcome him again, tearing away at his heart, choking him up in an iron-tight hold.
"You better update me on everything, and I mean everything, do you understand?" He asked, his gaze hardening and his eyebrows furrowing as he maintained steady eye contact, conveying his worry for you.
With a small nod of your head, you rose from the bed, whispering a soft 'I love you' before you gave him one last kiss, your touch leaving burning trails on his skin as the doors quietly slid shut behind your retreating figure, looking back at Rex one last time, committing the sight of him to your memory, your voice reaching his ears as you answered your intercom.
His gaze remained on the doors, and Rex heaved a long, deep sigh.
"Get a hold of yourself, Rex, she's gonna be back."
But were you?
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the mistake you can't live without (Rex x Reader)
Summary: After spending hours by your side in the med bay, Rex decides that maybe mistakes are meant to be made.
Rex x Jedi Reader (gender neutral), angst with happy ending.
A.N: Got inspired by the song The High Road and since Rex seems to be a source of angst for me, it fit perfectly. This is entirely from Rex's POV.
Warnings: Mentions of injury/hospitalization, self deprecation and questioning ones self worth, mentions/implied steamy situations.
The urge to take hold of your hand was eating him alive.
Kix said nothing when he stood guard at your bed side, just gave him a little smile and nod. Kix knew, but the captain couldn't much care right now. Hours passed and the pain in his chest never ceased, if anything it grew, spread like a poison down to his finger tips. And maker did they itch to touch you, as if his skin on yours was the only way to cure that poison.
Instead he focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest, the assurance that you were breathing- something that wasn't so easy to see when he pulled you from that wreckage. You had felt so small and cold in his arms as he screamed for Kix and he didn't think that memory would be going away any time soon.
It should have been him. It was his job, it was what he was made for!
But he knew what your answer to that would have been: that protecting others was what you were made for, the job the force had laid in your arms. It was one of the reasons he admired the Jedi so, their dedication to life, their fierce protection of the innocent and those who relied on them.
He still should have protected you. What good was he if he couldn't? Just another reason he didn't deserve you. Just another reason he held himself back from taking you in his arms.
And force, did he want to take you.
Every time you stood close to him, so close he could feel your warmth seep through the spaces in his armor. Every time you smiled at him, that smile that made his heart skip around like some child playing in the park. Every time your hand grazed his shoulder, the touch that set his skin on fire in the most delightful way.
Every time you spoke to him in that intimate tone, told him how proud you were to fight beside him, told him he was worth more than he knew, told him you would always be there for him.
He didn't know his heart could soar and shatter at the same time until he met you.
Rex jumped when Kix tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned he had a tray of food shoved onto his lap and Rex looked up at the medic in bewilderment.
Kix winked, "Knew you wouldn't leave the General's side, so I had Echo bring up some food from the mess."
The captain let out a long breath. Maybe he'd been holding it the whole time. He hadn't even realized how many hours had passed of him just sitting there with his eyes on your breathing.
"Thanks," he said and briefly thought about giving him a grateful smile, but realized it would probably just be a grimace.
He forced himself to swallow a few bites, again because he knew what you would say. You would tell him he needed his strength, then when he still resisted you would narrow your eyes and turn it around on him. Tell him he owed it to his men to stay strong and healthy. And you'd be right. You were almost always right.
His eyes couldn't stay away from you though, not even here. He always found it hard not to look at you when you were in the room. As if his gaze could never get its fill of you, as if trying to burn your visage into his mind.
And what a visage you were. That effortless aura of power and control, but still somehow so soft at the edges. Soft enough to laugh when Fives and Hardcase were at it again, soft enough to smile at Echo when he sassed his brothers, soft enough to ask a 'stick in the mud' captain to join the fun.
He always told himself to look away. You didn't deserve to be ogled, didn't deserve to feel his eyes running over every feature that he adored.
Rex was starting to realize that everything he did around you was a mistake. His feelings were a mistake. Even if there was ever a chance that you wouldn't recoil at his feelings, you were a Jedi. Even on the slim chance that you felt the same, you could never love him back.
That didn't stop him from letting little things slide, small acts slip through. His hand brushing yours. Eyes lingering even after you catch him staring. Leaning in just a hair closer than needed. Smiling at nothing more than you being near.
Whispering for you to stay with him between calls for a medic.
Every slip-up big or small was something he should regret.
When had he gotten so comfortable making mistakes? He had never allowed for such sloppy behavior before, he prided himself on his control and meticulous nature. It would seem as though he started to let mistakes slide, so long as they were tied to his feelings for you.
Rex wondered if you even noticed. He wondered if he wanted you to notice. If he ever made you uncomfortable he would never forgive himself. But, as far as he could tell, you were never uncomfortable with him. You always lifted your fingers towards his brushing hand, smiled at his lingering gaze, leaned in to match his closer than needed posture.
Maybe...
He closed his eyes and sighed. This was no time to think about that. Besides, none of that mattered. You were a Jedi. Anything that could ever be between you two would always be a mistake.
Again, Rex had lost track of time. Tup cleared his throat right behind him and only then did he take turn from you again.
"Sorry, Captain, but General Skywalker wants to see you. The Jedi council wants your personal report on what happened."
Rex saw the way his eyes flickered to you, the guilt that flashed across his face for just a moment. Tup had been one of the ones you saved with the force, one of the troopers you had pushed to safety as the building caved in. Tup, Fives, and himself. Just another day in the field, another time they owed their lives to you.
His body felt like it was made if durasteel as he rose. As much as he wanted to stay, wanted to be there when you finally woke up, duty came first.
And that's who he was. Duty. It always had to come first. You knew that, so both of you knew that any feelings between you two didn't matter in the end.
Duty came first, and anything else would be a mistake.
Rex hadn't been by your side when you woke. Anakin had ordered him to get some sleep the moment he was done debriefing the council. There were only a few times that he had wanted to defy orders, and that was one of them. In the end though, he knew his general was right, and of course, just like his eating, he knew you'd insist on it too.
Not that much sleep came to him. Every time he closed his eyes he saw your body in the midst of that rubble. Blood covered and as still as a corpse. Rex had seen too many of his brothers like that to not fear the worst as they dug you out.
He laid awake with nothing but his thoughts and in the end fate had kicked him again; he hadn't been there when you woke. Kix insisted that you were fine, well on the mend, nothing a few hours in a bacta tank couldn't solve.
Rex had to ignore the ringing in his ears as you explained that you managed to mitigate the worst of the impact with the force, cocooning yourself with it until the sheer weight was too much.
All in all, you were fine. All things considered it had turned out better than anyone could have hoped.
That didn't stop Rex from collapsing in the first dark hallway he found. His stomach heaving up bile in place of the food that wasn't there. He had kept such a tight hold on his grief and worry that, when it was rapidly replaced with relief, his body couldn't take it anymore.
You were okay! You were safe! You were alive!
His eyes watered when the dry heaving reached its peak, but he was able to get his breathing under control eventually.
How could relief cause such an effect on his body, even when it was relief over you? He pressed his forehead to the wall, the cool durasteel soothing him. Maybe he just need sleep, or food, or both. Maybe it was all just a combination that made his composure snap.
In the end all that mattered was that you were okay. He could live with himself so long as he knew that you hadn't died because of his mistakes. And of course, all he told you was that he was glad you were safe, because anything more would be an even bigger mistake.
Unfortunately for him, it seemed that fate, or the force, or some maker who hated him had other plans.
He had been in the gym, practicing his forms when the news came. Dressed in nothing but shorts and a black top, he had already worked up quite a sweat when Kix and Jesse wandered in. They were also dressed in training clothes and Kix was wearing an amused smirk as he talked.
Usually he wouldn't pay them any mind, but Rex paused when he heard your name and 'injury' in the same sentence. Wheeling around in an instant he called out, marching towards the men and all but demanding to hear what they had just said.
Kix straightened up, seeming taken aback for a moment, "Uh, was just joking that I should have a frequent visitor program, the General was in for another injury just now."
"What!?"
Kix and Jesse shared a quick look before Kix mentioned that you were in your quarters resting and- and Rex didn't know what else he had said because he was out the door in an instant.
Perhaps he looked like a mad man as he ran down the halls, but that was the furthest from his mind. It hadn't even been a week since you fully healed from getting near crushed to death and you were injured again? He didn't think he heart could take this, this constant cycle of aching worry and blinding relief. Especially since he knew that someday, that relief may never come.
He bypassed the keypad by your door all together, electing to pound his fist against the durasteel instead. If it wasn't locked he would have opened it without a word.
A call of your name died in his throat as the door hissed open, your eye wide the second they met his.
"Rex, what-!"
"Are you okay?" he closed the small distance between you two in an instant and the door slid shut behind him, "Kix said you were hurt again, I- what happened?" his hands were hovering over your arms, needing to touch, to hold, but afraid of hurting more. "Was it your last injuries? Were there complications-"
You held up your hands, shushing him gently, "Rex, Rex, I'm fine. I was training with Anakin and Obi-wan, and Obi just managed to nick my hand." You waved the bandaged palm, "Bacta patch is taking care of it as we speak."
Without thinking, he took your hand in his, gazing at the wrapping as he felt that blinding relief again. Just a scratch, just a little burn, it was nothing. So why did he feel so sick again? His fingers were stroking your palm an effort to ground his reeling thoughts as he felt the urge to tuck it against his chest.
He flinched when he felt your other hand brush his cheek
"Rex, you're shaking." It was a whisper, as intimate as the closeness of your bodies. "What's wrong?
He finally broke his gaze away from your injured palm to meet your eyes. What a mistake. Those eyes were so full of worry, a silent plea to confide in you, to let you in. You were right, he was shaking, and his heart was pounding in his chest violently. He should be calming down now, now that he knew it was nothing, that you were fine, that you were safe.
Instead, all he wanted to do was envelop you in his arms and beg you to never worry him again. Wanted to bury his face in your neck and tell you every little want and need in his heart.
The hand that was clasped in his started stroking his knuckles. "Rex, pleas-"
"I can't do this any more," he whispered, before dropping your hand, cupping your face, and pulling your lips hard against his.
He knew he shouldn't, knew it was a mistake, but he just couldn't take it, not now, not anymore! The hands holding your cheeks must have been rough against your soft skin, because he heard you moan into his mouth.
It was only then that Rex pull back, ashamed, " 'm sorry," he whispered as he began to step away, "I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry."
But your hands gripped his shirt tight, yanked him back against you.
"Don't you dare," your words were breathless as you cupped the back of his neck, "don't you dare stop kissing me, Captain," and your lips were back on his, all passion and desperate desire. Just as his had been.
It was his turn to moan into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, making sure every centimeter of your bodies were pressed against each other. All he could think of was the way you moved against him, the way one hand slid down to grip his arm while the other moved to grip what little length his hair had.
But it didn't take long for reason to seep in.
When you pulled back for air his mind cleared just long enough for him to say, "We shouldn't, we shouldn't be doing this."
"Why?" was your only panting response.
He shook his head, and since he couldn't bare that look in your eyes, he closed his and pressed his forehead to yours. "I have no right. No right to impose my feelings on you, you're a Jedi-"
"I don't care," that was practically a growl as pulled back, making him look you in the eyes again. "I don't give a damn anymore. Rex, I love you, and now that I know you feel the same, I don't care what the Jedi say." You moved then, pressing his back against the cold metal of the wall. Then, placing a hand over his heart you said, "This can't possibly be wrong, Rex, I know it, I feel it." Next your hands were cupping his face, just as his had done when he first pulled you in. "Rex, do you want me?"
His answer was quick, as easy as breathing. "More than anything."
"Then don't stop kissing me."
He was a man who followed orders, and said nothing else as he leaned into your waiting lips. He wasn't holding back this time. The captain relished the whimper you let out when his tongue slipped passed your lips, eating it up, wanting more.
If you didn't care, then he couldn't find it in him to care either, not now, not here with all his dreams coming true. Mistake or not, it was yours and his to make, here, now, together.
Your robe found its way to the floor when he started backing you up towards your bed. He would spend hours giving you the worshiping attention you deserved, devote night after night to fulfilling any desire you wanted. If this was still a mistake, if he was a mistake, than damn it, he would make damn sure he was a worth while one.
Anything you wanted was yours, he swore it. Anything that was in his power to give was yours for the taking. He would make himself the mistake you couldn't live without.
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He loves you…but he didn’t want to love you…he can’t love you.
Rex stared at you with worn eyes as you were wrapped in his arms laying in the bed. The war was endless and it was coming to the point that every assignment he would have to go on got worse and harder to stay alive each time. One of his arms wrapped around your body and the other hand was combing through your messy hair.
He was a trooper who tried to obey the rules…to be a good soldier and follow orders.
Something was telling him the worse will come for him— that everything will change. As you laid in his arms he traced your facial features with his forefinger not wanting to forget any detail.
No.
If he doesn’t let go now, if he doesn’t leave now…if the words slip through his lips telling you he loves you…he wouldn’t be able to leave. He wants you…he shouldn’t…couldn’t…but does. His body trembled as his heart was shattering moment by moment.
Any moment you’ll wake up.
You’ll greet him with a sleepy kiss and hum him to sleep.
You were his safe space, his home, his reason.
No.
Get up.
He loves you…but he shouldn’t…he can’t…he doesn’t want to.
Without a second thought as he began to kiss the top of forehead the words slip.
“I love you..”
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I’m sorry this is so angst, I’m kind of in a sad mood right now and listening to music isn’t helping much BUT I hope you all enjoyed it.
Reblogs or feedback is welcomed!
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Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader
Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.
Chapter summary: You are on the starship on medbay duty. The captain has a question for you.
Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader
Warnings: cursing, inappropriate outfit? muscle injuries, mutual pining, Rated R (To be safe)
Word count: 2.7k
Genre: Fluff and angst
A/n: Posting chapter 6 from an airport. My flight is delayed so I had time. Sorry for the wait guys. I think this chap is cute. Let me know if you want to join the taglist. Enjoy guys!
Chapter 6
You stirred awake slowly opening your eyes. You stared at the grey ceiling trying to will yourself to get up. You can hear Na'wi moving around in the living room. You sat up and stretched while simultaneously cracking your back. You sighed in relief. A knock sounded at your door. You groggily got out of bed and walked to the door. When it opened Na'wi stood before you with a box.
“This was outside for you. I got one too.” She said.
You took the box and went to the living room couch to open it. The box was white with a clasp on the side. On the top, there was the republic's symbol. Na'wi brought her package out as well. You unclasped the box. Inside, there was some tissue paper and a note. You read it out loud.
“Medic of the 501st Battalion, your uniform for non-combat work has been updated, re-designed, and custom fit just for you. Please send the old uniforms back in this box. Thank you for your service.”
Na'wi opened her uniform as you were reading.
“Ummm, what is this?!” She held up what looked like a white skin-tight tunic that was long down to the knees. The sides were open and split up to the waistline. It had the medical symbol on the front center of the shirt. She rested the top on the couch and went for the pants. They were also skin-tight but seemed like basic leggings. You looked at the new “uniform” in disbelief.
“Are those even antibacterial?” You took your uniform out and looked at the tag on the inside.
“I mean, it says it is. But, why do you have this weird sexy nurse costume?” You rubbed your eyes, getting frustrated this early in the morning did not feel good.
Na'wi responds. “I guess they need to differentiate us from clone medics on the star cruiser?”
You shook your head and took your uniform to go change. Might as well get used to it now since the old ones go back today. You changed and took a look in the full-length mirror. The slits in the side emphasized your hips and waist. The back covered your butt enough but you knew you'd still attract a lot of attention in it. They probably didn't think about someone with curves wearing this outfit. You walked out of your room, Na'wi had hers on. She looked up at you.
“Damn, girl. We look hot.” She snickered.
“That is not the objective of scrubs. I don't want to look hot, I want to look like I can save a life!” You said pouting.
Na'wi walked up to you and swung her arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, you can save a life...By riding some dick!” She cackled. You couldn't help but laugh as you pushed her off of you.
Na'wi continued. “Maybe it won't be so bad, come on.” She walked to the front door while you followed.
The two of you were working at different Medbay stations today. You were doing paperwork and taking walk-ins while Na'wi was taking care of the long-term in-patients. You both walked down the corridor until you had to part ways to your respective workplaces for the day. While walking you could feel the looks troopers were giving you. Even under their helmets, you knew they were staring at you. You made it to your Medbay and opened up. At least you were mostly safe from wandering eyes in here. It would take you a little while to get used to this new look. Perhaps it will take the troopers a while to get used to it too.
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Work became tedious, file, after, file, you filled out medical clearance info for the troops. Some needed prescriptions, and some needed assistance devices. You were at it for a few hours before finally deciding to take a lunch break. You had an extra freezer available in your office typically used for storing medical things, but you decided it could go to use storing some of your favorite foods from your home planet. You premade bowls of fruits and vegetables, exotic to most but nostalgic to you. As you warmed up the veggies you saw movement outside the open door of your office. You walked into the main Medbay area to see a trooper standing there awkwardly.
“Hello, how can I help you?” You asked him.
“Uh, I was told to come here for a walk-in?” He looked everywhere except at you.
“Ok have a seat.” You motioned him towards one of the beds while you went and got a Holo pad with a patient form on it.
“Here fill this out.” You gave him the Holo pad.
“I'm just gonna check your vitals while you do that ok?” He nodded.
You lifted his shirt and placed your stethoscope on his back to listen to his lungs. Everything sounded ok, you moved to his chest and briefly checked if he consented to you being under there. He nodded and you continued checking him over. After you were done, You went to grab your blood pressure machine. He finished with the forms and handed you the Holo pad. You took it from him and placed it on the side table.
“Tell me what's going on.” You said to the trooper as you took his blood pressure.
“I uh, have a weird pain in my shoulder. Really hurts when I lift my arm.”
You finished taking his blood pressure and put the machine away. You grabbed the datapad and looked it over. He was CT-7842 and relatively new to the 501st.
“What's your name?”
“Axe.” He replied.
“How long ago did the pain start?”
“After my last mission, about a week ago.” He absentmindedly rubbed his right shoulder.
“Alright, I'm gonna examine you and move your arm around a bit.” You scanned his arm and shoulder with your Holo pad before setting it down. The pad doesn't pick up on more minor muscular injuries as well as a broken bone. It showed no fractures or breaks. You grasped his wrist and upper bicep and moved them slowly in different directions to test his range of motion.
“Tell me when anything hurts.”
He stopped you when his arm was straight out in front of him for the most part. The trooper turned his head towards the door.
“Captain.” He said in a stern voice. You looked up to greet the man standing at the doorway.
“Oh, hi Rex, I'll be with you in a moment. Take a seat.”
The captain sat on a bed across from and adjacent to where you and your current patient sat. Turning your attention back to the trooper in front of you.
“Well, since you still have good enough motion in your shoulder, you either pulled a ligament or have a small tear. Either way, it needs rest and some painkillers. I'm writing you a note, no training for five days while you take your prescriptions. After that, you should be good to go. I'll get those ready for you.”
The trooper nodded. You went to grab him the appropriate medications. You placed them in the back and walked back to Trooper. He was already standing ready to go. You handed him the bag and he left quickly not sparing you a second glance. You grabbed your Holopad while making your way over to the Captain. He quickly gazed over your figure as you walked up to him. Rex blushed, remembering the day's previous events.
[Earlier]
Captain Rex was walking down the corridor on the way to the training center. The training area was full of weights, punching bags, and treadmills. Perfect for any soldier. When he got there he discarded his armor into a locker and headed to the mat. Heading over to a punching bag, he started taking out his frustrations on the poor bag. It swung wildly as he delivered combo after combo. He saw someone move towards him out of the corner of his eye but kept going anyways. The punching bag suddenly stopped swinging and took the punches with ease. Fives popped his head out from behind the punching bag, holding it in place as Rex continued his assault.
“Captain.” He said in a cheeky tone.
Rex nodded at him and continued his workout.
“Sooooo, what's got you all pent up?” Fives asks.
Rex gives him a weird look. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we've just noticed how different you've been acting...Around a certain someone.” The arc trooper says.
Rex heard chuckling from a distant corner. He didn't have to look to know which of his troops had come up with this plan. Rex took a step back and looked at Fives annoyed.
“Care to enlighten me?” Says the Captain.
“Well, our little medic sure was getting special treatment from you on the Umbara mission.”
“Even if she was, which she is not, why would it matter?” Rex says.
“It matters because that would mean our uptight Captain has a crush.” Fives says while raising his eyebrows.
Rex rolled his eyes.
Fives continued. “You don't even look at women when we're on leave, let alone take one to your room. So you having a crush? Unheard of.”
Rex stepped up to the punching bag again with a fighting stance. He threw a few punches at it. Fives stood back as he did so.
“I have duties while I'm on leave, more important duties than getting laid. And I am not uptight.” He said the last sentence with venom as he punched.
Fives was not buying the Captain's excuses.
“Look, it's no secret, she's very beautiful. We wouldn't blame you. We want to help you.” Fives said.
“Help me do what?” Rex looked up at him.
“Get some cute medic ass duh.” Fives chuckled.
Rex's face heated and he clenched his jaw.
“You know, that's not necessary. I'm ok.”
“How much you wanna bet...That she likes you back?” Fives grinned.
Rex's eyes narrowed. “I doubt that.”
“She likes hanging around you, Rex. I'm sure she'd love to do that more. Listen, She's working in the lower Medbay today, you need to go get your knee checked out right?” Fives asked.
“How do you know that?” Rex asked accusingly.
“Don't worry about it. Just go down there and ask her to have lunch or something.”
Rex stood there looking into space. Maybe it wasn't a horrible idea, to have a friend that isn't a fellow trooper.
“Alright fine, I'll do it. But, she is only a friend. Nothing more.” Rex insisted.
“Mhmm right. Well, good luck Cap.” Fives walked away towards the troopers at the far end of the training facility.
They giggled as he approached. Rex knew they were plotting something.
[Present]
Now he knows what they were planning. You looked...very good. He cursed himself silently. He knew he had some small feelings coming to the surface for their medic but did not think he was being obvious about it. He felt dirty lusting at you in your new uniform. Fives knew exactly how to push him. Rex realizes why Fives had him come while you were working. You made it to his hospital bed where he was sitting.
“So, what's the problem soldier?” You smiled warmly at him.
Rex's heart stuttered slightly. He thought back to what Fives said earlier. Lots of them think you're beautiful. Considering how nervous the trooper she treated earlier, he was right.
“Um, I get a Bacta treatment for my right knee every few months.” Rex said.
“Ok great, you don't have to fill out anything for that. What's your CT number?”
Rex was slightly surprised she didn't know.
“CT-7567.”
You tapped away on your Holo pad pulling up his file. He gets regular Bacta gel soaks and tape for strained muscles.
“Alright let me grab the stuff really quick. You'll have to take off your blacks so I can get to the area though ok?”
“Yeah, that's ok.” The Captain replied.
Damn you Fives, Rex thought.
Each bed had a privacy curtain that could be pulled around the beds as needed. You got him a medical gown to change into before pulling the curtain around leaving Rex to his thoughts. He quickly got undressed leaving his armor in a neat pile next to the pile. He took off his pants and slipped into the medical gown. The white garment fell just above his knees. Laying down on the bed he took a deep breath. He heard your voice from beyond the curtain.
“Are you ready?”
“...Yeah.” He replied.
You came in with a rolling cart of supplies. You closed the curtain behind you and settled the cart next to the bed. You sanitize your hands before putting gloves on. Grabbing the Bacta gel you squeezed and generous amount onto your fingers before moving to his right side. Rex lifted the gown slightly giving you more access to the area. You applied the Bacta to his knee thickly trying to keep it neat. Rex watched as you worked. He thought back to the battle in Umbara when you got grazed by a blaster shot. He applied Bacta to you in a similar way. He admired how professional you were. Although he was nervous earlier, you eased his mind by not making this small procedure awkward. After a few minutes, you were done. You discarded the glove that was covered in Bacta gel and replaced it with a fresh one. You placed some gauze on top of the Bacta so it won't dry out.
“Alright well, I'll let you soak here for a little while, probably like twenty minutes. Then we'll do some stabilizing tape and you should be good to go.” You gave him a small smile and turned to leave the curtain.
Rex nodded. You went to your office to continue the reports you were doing earlier. You were distracted while working. Rex has some very muscular thighs. Thinking about a patient like that is highly inappropriate, but you couldn't help it. Honestly, the Captain has been on your mind since Umbara. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. You knew you had no chance. Your Captain was married to his career. You had to be kind to yourself, It's ok to have a harmless crush. You just had to make sure it didn't get in the way of your job. You were lost in your thoughts when you realized you'd left him there for thirty minutes. You rushed back to his bunk. and called him before you entered the curtain.
“Rex? Can I come in?”
“Yeah come in.” He said.
You walked opened the curtain and walked in closing it behind you. You got fresh gloves on before removing the gauze and excess Bacta from his knee.
“Sorry about that, I got caught up in work.” You told him.
“I get that, it's alright.”
You silently got the tape ready cutting the appropriate length strips. You applied them over the joint quickly and expertly.
“Alright, you're all set. I'll let you get dressed.” You left the curtain with your supply cart. You walked to your office and placed the cart back with the rest of your supplies. After that, you went back to the bed your first patient was on. Stripping the sheets easily you threw them in the laundry bin in the corner of the room. You got new sheets from your supply closet and put them on the mattress. You heard the curtain open, looking over Rex stood there sheepish.
“Alright, you're good to go Rex.” You told him warmly.
“Right... um.” He didn't look at you directly.
“I was wondering if you'd want to have lunch sometime?” He said.
“Oh! Really?” You were pleasantly surprised.
“Yeah, you know, as friends.”
“Oh...Right friends. Um yeah, I'd love to.” You tried to hide your disappointment.
“Great, how about tomorrow?”
“Sure, tomorrow works but we'd have to eat in here I can't leave my post.” You said.
“That's fine.” He smiled at you.
“See you tomorrow Ruusaan.” He said in a low voice as he turned to leave the Medbay.
“Bye...” You said quietly.
Just friends.
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It’s me again 🥳🥳🥳🥳. What about rex x Jedi reader where he’s pining real bad but knows about her vows but shockingly she’s pining just as bad and just angsty misunderstandings until everyone is sick of it and plots to get them to admit their feelings to each other.
Pairing : Captain Rex x padawan!reader (reader is of age, duh)
Genre : Angst-ish (with a happy ending)
Summary : Rex couldn’t bear seeing you with someone else.
Warnings : jealous Rex, crying, soft Rex™️
Word Count : 1130
Mando’a Translations : cyare (beloved), di’ikut (idiot)
A/N : I combined these two requests together, I hope you don’t mind! (also reader is kinda soft hearted)
You were in the briefing room aboard the Resolute. The room was still empty, you and Anakin were the only ones there. You chatted with Anakin while waiting for the others to show up before starting the briefing.
“Ani stop it, people will hear!” Anakin made you blush in embarrassment when he teased you with the secret you told no one else but him. He only wiggled his eyebrows in return, a sign that indicates mischief.
At the corner of your eye, you saw Rex stopping in his tracks when he saw you giggling as he entered the briefing room. You stepped away from Anakin to greet him.
Oh, she’s with him again, Rex thought bitterly as he stepped into the briefing room. He knows he’s not supposed to think like this, you’re a commander after all. Moreover, you’re a jedi and he’s a mere soldier. The both of you have duties to fulfill.
“Hey Rex! How have you been?” you asked him genuinely, with a smile on your face.
“Great,” he nodded curtly while pretending to look at the datapad in his hands. He turned to look at Anakin.
“Sir, I bring information from the bridge. We will be dropping out of hyperspace in approximately 5 hours.” Rex got straight to the point, hoping he kept his voice cool as if nothing happened.
But he failed. The both of you heard the faltering in Rex’s voice, and shot a look at each other.
“Alright Captain, thank you.” Anakin thanked and dismissed him, watching Rex closely, noticing that he never once made eye contact with you.
“What’s up with him?” Anakin finally addressed the bantha in the room when he left, feeling confused.
“I don’t know..… Maybe I should go check on him?” you inquired, and Anakin agreed. You left the room and walked quickly to catch up with Rex, who was about to turn to the left.
“Rex! Wait!” you called after him, and he stopped walking as he whipped his head around to look at you.
“Can I help you commander?”
“Yes, I-“ a pause. “What’s wrong?” you asked.
“What’s wrong? Nothing’s wrong I’m fine,” Rex brushed it off, wishing he could be somewhere else rather than being face to face with you.
“Are you sure? You didn’t want to talk to me or even look at me, was it something I did wrong? Let me know so I will not do it again, I won’t be mad-“
“I said everything is fine.” he snapped, and immediately regretted it when he realised what he did. He saw your kind eyes widening, tears already brimming your eyes and before he could say something, you turned to your heel and sprinted towards your quarters.
“Damn it Rex,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed himself for hurting his only source of happiness. He was about to go after you but as if on cue, Anakin emerged from the briefing room.
“Rex, what happened? I saw her crying..?” Anakin asked curiously.
“I- I snapped at her when all she was doing was looking out for me. I wouldn’t tell her what’s wrong- it's not her fault-“ Rex started rambling.
Suddenly, Anakin put the puzzle pieces together. “Wait, is this about me and her?”
Rex looked at him as if he was caught stealing. “No general- it’s not my place to make comments-”
“We have been best friends since we were kids, she is like my little sister-” he explained. “-and just now I was teasing her about you-”
“Wait what?”
“Yeah, she likes you, ever since she and Master Plo started joining us on missions many moons ago,” Anakin said casually like it was nothing, but Rex felt his heart beating out of his chest.
“Wait, I thought that jedi were not supposed to have attachments?” Rex confirmed, wanting no fake hope.
“Yeah well, the both of us know it doesn’t make any sense,” Anakin whispered and snorted.
Nah, General Skywalker is pulling a fast one.
Rex doesn’t know how long he has been standing there open mouthed like a statue, until Anakin brought him out of his thoughts and told him to go after you.
After asking passersby of your whereabouts, he sprinted towards your quarters. He knocked on the door frantically, and before he could knock again, the door slid open.
Your eyes were red and puffy, with dried tears that stained your cheeks. You looked at him for a split second then looked to the floor. Rex felt his heart sinking.
“Can I come in?” he asked softly, and you nodded as you turned to sit on your cot.
He knelt beside you after closing the door behind him. “Cyare, I’m so sorry. I never meant to snap at you, you were just looking out for me”
You avoided his gaze as you toyed with your fingers, but then his warm hands reached out to hold yours.
“I- I got jealous seeing you so happy with General Skywalker, I thought the both of you were more than friends.” he sighed and you finally looked at him.
“More than friends? He’s a brother I’ve never had” you smiled bittersweetly, and Rex’s face perked up at that.
“I know..and I feel like a di’ikut now” he chuckled and shook his head.
You smiled, and at that moment, Rex knew he had to tell you the truth.
“I- I know this may not be the right time, but I can’t keep this from you any longer.” You stayed silent and he took it as a cue to continue. ”Everytime I look at you, my worries go away. You’re the only thing that keeps me going in life and-“ he looked into your eyes. “I have feelings for you.”
He noticed your eyes widening out of shock and panicked. “I know jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments, I’m sorry I just feel like you needed to know- I’m sorry this was a bad idea I-“
“Rex,” you gently cupped his face, and he leaned into your gentle hands.
“Yes?”
“I have feelings for you too,”
“Oh, General Skywalker was telling the truth then,” he mumbled so quietly you almost didn’t catch what he said.
“Ugh, Anakin never knows how to keep secrets does he?” you joked, and he smiled.
Your hands left his face for a second to pat the empty spot on the bed beside you.
He sat beside you, and you leaned onto his shoulder.
“So uh, what do we now?” Rex asked rather awkwardly. He’s fairly new to this.
“For now my captain, I just want to cuddle you,” you yawned. The crying did wear you out.
Rex chuckled and you leaned closer to him, wishing you can hear the sound of his sweet laugh forever.
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We are meant to be expendable | Captain Rex x jedi!reader
Summary: you get hurt during a mission while saving Rex and some of his brothers.
Warnings: angst, bomb going of, mentions of injury, shitty ending lol
"What the kriff were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed out there!"
Rex was mad, really mad. You did not have to concentrate on the lingering feeling of the force to know that.
"Please Rex, could you lower your voice a little? My head is killing me..."
"It would not hurt that much if you didnt throw yourself infront of a BOMB!"
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During the mission to free a planet from seperatist forces, you and a few men from the 501st got cornered and caught in the middle of a crossfire. While the troopers tried to shoot as many, as they called them, clankers as possible and you deflecting blaster shots as fast and precise as you could, you noticed one of the droids holding something. It was definitely NOT a blaster, but from the distance, you were not sure what it could be.
As you looked again, that particular droid was gone.
It must have been your mind playing games on you. After all, this situation you were in was quite stressful and chaotic.
The fight continued for a few more minutes, blaster shots were exchanged and your concentration slowly but surely left you alone. Suddenly, you felt something hit the ground right next to Rex, Fives and Echo.
From that moment on, everything happened in slow motion.
You looked over to them, then at the round thing laying on the ground next to them. It was a bomb.
While still deflecting some shots, you ran as fast as you could to reach them in time. You tried to warn them about the danger, but your shouts were swallowed by the thundering sounds of the ongoing battle. As your last solution, you force pushed them out of the way and tried to get infront of them to keep them safe from the coming explosion.
This action earned you confusing looks from the ARC troopers and your captain, but there was no time for you to notice. The moment you stepped infront of your men, the bomb went of. In a matter of mere seconds, the explosion hit everything and everyone around you. The troopers were send flying through the air and you were flying with them.
The moment you could sense the ground underneath you, your head hit something hard. Then, everything went black
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The only thing you could hear was a loud and already annoying ringing sound right in your ears.
You were still feeling too weak to open your eyes but still tried to find some orientation without them. Obviously you couldnt.
The ringing in your ears plus the thundering beating of your heart hindered you from hearing anything around you. After a few seconds, you gave up and tried to concentrate on your body and on how it was feeling.
Your hand.
Your right hand to be more specific.
It felt heavier then your left one.
You concentrated a bit more on that heavy feeling on your hand until you could make out the fact, why it was heavier.
Someone was holding it.
Pretty tightly that is.
With the last bit of strength left in your body, you forced yourself to open your eyes.
You were met with a bright and blinding light that made you close your eyes immediately again.
You waited a little until you tried again, this time, way slower.
You let out an unvoluntarily groan as your eyes started hurting from the light. But, you were able to keep them open.
The moment that groan left your mouth, you could feel the grip on your hand tighten and someone stirring right next to you.
As you tried to make your eyes familiar with the light and your surroundings, you could hear a faint voice.
"General? General are you alright? Medic! We need a medic! Shes awake!"
Rex. Rex was with you. You would recognise that voice anytime, even with an irritating ringing in your ears.
You moved your head in his direction and tried to sit up in your bed, but a crushing pain in your head made you lie down again.
"Woah, slow there, General."
Your eyes found Rex's face. The look of concern painted over his features. His eyes were blown wide, his eyebrows furrowed a little. But hidden underneath was a sliver of relief, or maybe a big sliver.
"Wha...what happened?", you managed to croax out.
"You...you jumped infront of a bomb. You saved us, General."
Before you could answer, Kix came rushing down the aisle of the medbay with a Med-droid following close behind.
They checked your vitals, your eyes and ears, then asked you some questions you barely remember.
Everything happened under the watchfull eyes of your Captain, which in the meantime let go of your hand. If he didnt, his brother would be nagging him about it for a long time.
After Kix was finished, he gave you some quick infos about what would happen next.
You were on bed rest for at least 2 weeks, you insisted that you wouldn't need them, but right in that moment, your head betrayed you and started hurting a little more. You let out yet another groan, then Kix left, giving you a 'I told you so' look.
Once you were alone, you moved your head in the direction of Rex, who was already looking at you with a look you could not quite figure out. A shaky breath left his lips as he opened them to say something.
"What were you thinking...?"
"What?"
It was a whisper which you couldnt understand due to the still present ringing in your ears.
"What the KRIFF were you thinking!"
You flinched a little. You have never, NEVER, seen him so angry.
"You could have gotten yourself killed!"
""Please Rex, could you lower your voice a little? My head is killing me..."
"It would not hurt that much if you didnt throw yourself infront of a BOMB!"
You wanted to answer, to get back at him with a snaky remark, but you couldnt. He left you literally speechless. Was he angry because you safed him and his brothers from their definite death?
"Wha...what was i supposed to do? Let you get blown up?"
"YES! Kriff...you are not supposed to put your life on the line for someone like us...for someone like me..."
The last part was barely above a whisper. He turned his head away so he wouldnt have to look at you.
This took you aback. What was he talking about? Was he serious?
"What do you mean with 'people like me'?"
You gave him some time to answer, but as he still hasnt looked at you nor said a word, you lifted your arm slowly to caress his cheek.
At first he stiffened at the unfamiliar feeling of your hand on his cheek, but after mere seconds, he leaned his head against you touch, fully submerging in the warmth of it.
"Rex, talk to me. What did you mean?"
He inhaled sharply as he turned his head around to look at you again.
"What i meant is...we are clones, sir. We were bread for this exact purpose, to serve in battle. We were also bread to die, as harsh as it sounds. One of us dies, a few thousand are coming to take his place. You on the other had...your life is way more worthy as mine will ever be. As i said, we are clones...we are meant to be expendable."
Once again, the captain has left you speechless. Thats what he was thinking about himself? About his brothers?
No.
No one thinks about themselves that way. It was drilled into their minds. Not only by the Kaminoans, but also by your fellow jedi and politicians.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt even notice, that Rex was about to leave. A small panic rose inside of you. You couldnt let him go after what he just said to you.
"Rex! Wait! What are you doing?...please stay..."
You mustered some strengh to sit up and still reach his arm in time. The pain that shot through your body was screaming at you to lay back down, but as you met the captains teary eyes, it was forgotten.
You pulled him back to sit down in the chair next to you again. But as he was sat, you still did not let go of his arm. Instead, you moved your hand towards his and held it.
"I...I dont know how you must be feeling about...about the thing you just told me. I cant imagine it, but to me, your life is just as valuable as any other. I dont care if you are a clone or a jedi or...or even a droid. You have feelings, you have a personality. Your life is important. Your...your life is everything to me..."
As Rex heard the last sentence, his eyes snapped towards yours. It seemed like he didn't believe you at first, but the longer he looked into your eyes, he noticed the truth and honesty behind your words.
"You dont have to say anything but...I feel like its time to speak my mind. I woud do it again. One hundred percent. I would jump infront of a hundred bombs, just to know you are safe and ALIVE. That doesn'tjust apply to you, but also your brothers. But...especially to you..."
You smiled slightly as you said the last words.
By the looks of it, the captain infront of you was dumbfounded. It took him a minute to process your words, but as he let them go through is head, he realised what you meant. At least he hoped so.
He searched your face for anything that told him otherwise, though he couldnt find it. Your eyes screamed sincerity, there was nothing that could deny that.
With your hand still in his, he leaned forward. He was just inches from your face, you could feel his breath on your lips.
"Just so you know...I would do the same for you, General."
He looked at your lips, then back into your eyes as if he was asking for consent. You nodded slightly and with that, his lips connected with yours.
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