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say you love me
summary: nothing hurts more than an unrequited love.
word count: 2,377
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She’s always been the quiet one, the insecure one, the lonely one. She’s always been the one that’s been the second option, the plan B. She’s always been the one that no one thinks twice about, the one that’s forgotten, the one that’s not really wanted. The one that’s just there.
It’s the same thing she’s tried to tell herself isn’t the case. The thing that her anxiety whispers in both the dead of night and yet the loudest and brightest of days.
She’s not quiet, she’s nervous. She’s not insecure, she’s misunderstood. She’s not lonely, she’s underappreciated.
She’s the one that everyone bounces off, that they go to for their problems and yet never think to share with her their celebrations. She’s there for the rutty stuff -- when friends are in need of a vent or some help, then she’s dropped again. She’s there for when they need her, but never really when she needs them.
She knows what her anxiety whispers is true, that her depression sings anxiety’s songs and has her spiralling the dance of self-doubt and loneliness. She knows they’re not just psychological murmurs -- knows that they’re the truth. And yet, she tells herself to forget the truth so it doesn’t hurt so much.
She’s used to it, but it doesn’t make the pain of it any more bearable. She’s used to being the last one hearing news, the last one being invited out (if they even remember). She’s used to having her birthday forgotten, to having her invitations lost in the post. She’s used to picking herself back up after every downfall she faces.
She is quiet. She is insecure. She is lonely.
And yes, she’s surrounded by friends. If you could call them that. Familiar faces that she sees semi-regularly, that have known her for years but not really. She knows them all like the back of her hand. Y/N doesn’t like much about herself, but she’s always known she’s a good friend. She’s always known she has a kind heart, that she puts others first and she’s attentive and considerate.
Y/N wears her heart on her sleeve and all people do is tug and tug and tug until eventually, the stitching is stretched to tattered threads and it’s barely hanging on.
She has a good heart but along the way, she’s lost her voice. Her voice of confidence, of self-worth. She’s lost her courage to fight for herself. It’s an odd thing about her, something she’s only recently come to realise.
Her self-doubt and anxiety cripple her from doing much for herself. Booking appointments, asking for assistance, expressing her emotions if it means she needs to show vulnerability in fear of becoming a burden. And yet with her friends? She can do it all in the blink of an eye. She can sacrifice sleep and food to help a friend through a rough patch. She can encourage them to seek proper help and offer support. She can comfort people without making them feel like their emotions are troublesome to her.
Yet, she can’t speak up in fear of being ignored -- in fear of people knowing she’s been ignored -- in fear of people watching her be ignored. She can’t speak up about her vulnerable feelings, about what her anxiety puts her through, about how she doesn’t feel good enough. She doesn’t think she can stomach a pat on the back and a “cheer up!” She doesn’t think she can handle them telling her it’s all true. Telling her that no, she isn’t good enough.
She can’t handle the embarrassment of anyone using it against her -- as a bit of friendly banter that’ll actually crush her to a bloody stump.
Y/N’s done a good job of it if she’s honest -- of keeping her feelings and emotions to herself. Not that any of her friends have ever really made an effort to ask or to understand the way her body has its tells for every emotional turmoil she faces.
But she’s surrounded by beautiful people all the time and she doesn’t think she’s anywhere near their standards. So while, for moments, she can force herself to forget about those things, she’s always reminded that she isn’t enough because they’re all so much more than her.
She doesn’t know how people have picked up the way she shifts uncomfortably when sex is mentioned, or dates and guys and women. She gets anxious that one of them will ask her about her love life, or if she joins in and agrees that a certain guy is attractive that they’ll laugh and tease her that she doesn’t have a chance.
She can’t handle that.
Maybe that’s why she hasn’t told anybody about her incredibly overwhelming love for Harry for the past three years.
Because Harry is undoubtedly too good for her. He’s handsome and smart, kind and compassionate. He’s overwhelmingly talented and his voice is a soothing drawl that she thinks is the most relaxing sound in the world. And what’s she? She isn’t knee-buckling gorgeous. Barely even girl-next-door pretty. She isn’t talented like him and their friends, she doesn’t have a thing about her that everyone relates her to. And yes, she’s kind and compassionate, but she doesn’t think that’s enough.
It’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
So she keeps it to herself. She pretends like it doesn’t kill her to watch him pine after models and bring them around for their group activities, she pretends it doesn’t hurt when he gushes about some girl when they’re in the studio, writing up his experiences. She pretends it doesn’t kill her when most days, he doesn’t spare her a glance.
Y/N knows she doesn’t help her own predicament -- that she should definitely be speaking up about how alone and neglected she feels by her friends. She knows that she should be searching for her happiness instead of wasting her time on people that don’t care. She knows she shouldn’t be such a pushover, but she doesn’t have it in her.
So, she pretends that she’s happy and they all fall for it. Or maybe they don’t and they just don’t care enough to ask.
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It’s been a long day, a gruelling 10 hours in the studio and while they’re struggling for a melody and some lyrics, Y/N’s got the perfect beat and the most vulnerable words. She’s yet to tell them, though. Every time she’s opened her mouth, someone’s cut her off and a little bit of her courage has been chipped at each intervention.
“Think we should maybe change the melody of it? Maybe make it slower?” Harry’s fingers are gently strumming at the guitar strings, his head cocked to the side as he watches Mitch copy the gentle melody he plays.
Y/N purses her lips, the confidence to suggest her ideas shot through the window. She catches a glimpse of her watch, noticing the time and her eyes bulge slightly. She’s got five minutes to get to her sisters to watch her niece for the night, how did she forget the time!?
Slowly standing from her seat, she searches around for her purse and checks her phone. No texts or calls, that’s a good sign. If she’s fast enough, she’ll only be a couple of minutes late.
“You off?” Sarah pipes up, notices the bag hanging from Y/N’s shoulder.
She nods. “Yeah, forgot I have my niece for the night.” She waves goodbye, voice gentle as she leaves the room of the studio.
It’s not until she’s halfway down the hall she hears a voice call out for her and she halts in her tracks. Turning, she sees Harry jogging over to her, Y/N’s heart in her throat as he smiles kindly.
“Is it okay if I pop by your sisters later? Maybe you could help me go through some lyrics or something?”
Y/N can’t help the subtle blush at his suggestion, the idea of him wanting to spend time alone with her, that he wants her input on lyrics for a single.
So she nods with a beaming smile, fuzziness in her blood and she thinks she might be safe enough to suggest the music she wanted to earlier.
“Um, actually. I played around with some chords and lyrics a few days ago, if you maybe wanted to give them a try? Totally get it if they’re not any good, though.”
She laughs it off in a desperate attempt for him to not think she’d be upset if he didnt like her music, but in reality, it would absolutely, undoubtedly crush her.
Harry nods, a sigh of appreciation slipping off his tongue and he takes the notes from her hands gleefully.
“Thanks, petal. I’ll give you a call when I’m on my way.”
With a swift kiss to her cheek, she watches as Harry jogs back into the studio room, leaving her a nervous and overwhelmed mess.
It’s not until almost 11pm that Y/N receives a call that Harry is on his way over from the studio. Ayla has been asleep for the past 4 hours and Y/N has spent her free time with a couple glasses of wine and some music sheets.
The wine has mostly been to help the nerves if she’s honest. It’s not often she and Harry spend much time alone together, and she feels quite honoured that Harry has come to her for lyrical help.
“Knock knock,” she hears a gentle voice call from the hall as Harry lets himself in, mindful not to wake a sleeping Ayla.
“In here,” Y/N calls back, heart racing and she knows she’s stupid for feeling this way. It’s Harry, just Harry.
When he walks in, she gets a good look at him and her brows involuntarily raise. Flushed cheeks, slightly dishevelled hair.
“What exactly did you get up to when I left?”
Harry chuckles, running a hand through his messy mop and plopping beside her on the sofa. “Mitch got a couple bottles of wine to celebrate the new single.”
Y/N raises a brow again, lips pursed together. She knows she’s babysitting, but yet another event that she’s not been included in. The new single is ready and no one bothered to tell her. It’s like she’s not even part of the team.
“New single… it’s finished then?”
Harry nods enthusiastically. “All thanks to you, petal. That music and those lyrics… where did it come from? Y/N, it’s literally perfect.”
She blushes at the comment, at the complement. She doesn’t know where to look, she just knows she can’t look at him. So she looks to her lap and shrugs her shoulders in response.
“Just words.”
Harry scoffs, takes her hands in his and she swears she's about to throw up. “They’re not just words, Y/N. That song is beautiful.”
Y/N smiles sheepishly. “You think so?”
“I know so. I can’t wait for you to hear it.”
She meets his eyes again, a drunken gloss over his iris’, cheeks still flushed and lips just perfectly plump.
Harry notices the way she watches his mouth, finds himself staring at hers. Those pretty plump lips. He’s never been this close to her before, never really looked at her in this way.
She’s pretty, he can’t deny that. Reckons she’s got this most simplistic beauty. Nothing about her stands out, but there’s not anything about her that he’d change.
Y/N’s about to move away, to clear her throat and offer him a drink, but Harry’s hand reaches for her jaw and he smears his lips against her in a drunken mess of a kiss.
And it’s not just a peck, no. His lips encapsulate hers, tongue dancing along the tip of hers, fingers grasping at the hair on the side of her head. She kisses him back, just as feverishly, her mind on overdrive at the fact that Harry is kissing her.
Harry is kissing her.
But just as quickly as it starts, it stops.
Harry pulls away with a sharp breath, Y/N desperately trying to catch hers. Her fingers reach for her mouth, trying to believe that this really happened.
It takes a moment for her to realise Harry is no longer holding the side of her face, that he’s shuffled a foot or two away from her on the sofa, eyes wide as if he didn’t mean to do what he just did.
And her heart sinks.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
She shakes her head and clears her throat. “No, it’s okay, really I-“
“No, it’s not,” he cuts her off. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me.”
Y/N’s shoulders deflate, a lump swelling in her throat at what he’s just said. He regrets kissing her.
“I think I should go.”
She doesn’t look at him when he stands, she can’t face him, or the look of disgust she’s sure he has.
“Let’s uh, let’s just forget about this,” he motions between the two of them. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. It was a mistake, I’m sorry.”
The bittersweet taste of rejection pools in her eyes, heart sinking to the very bottom of her feet that stay planted on the carpet beneath her. She doesn’t hear Harry apologise again, nor does she hear him walk away and out the door.
Instead, all she can hear is white noise breaking through the sickening silence.
Y/N can’t breathe, not properly. She’s panting through shallow breaths, begging her lungs to offer some relief. To no avail.
The only thing that seems to break through the silence, is the consistent pinging of her phone. She blindly reaches for it, praying and hoping it’s Harry. Praying he’s apologising and begging to come back and confess that he just got scared, that he doesn't regret the kiss.
But it’s not.
Her phone is filled with messages from the group chat, all congratulating Harry for the finalisation of the single. Y/N is about to lock her phone and throw it across the room when she catches a glimpse of a text from Mitch.
Congrats, H. Amelia is gonna love the song… wish you’d write a song about me xx
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Prince Charming
in which cooking for your date is always a nice gesture...
A/N- Enjoyyy!
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You nervously walked up the stairs leading to the door of your date's home. This was your second unofficial date and first official date with the guy you met at your friend Delilah's halloween party.
He was sweet, funny, and overall a gentleman just like his halloween costume he was your prince charming, which coincidentally matched with yours as you were Cinderella twinning with Delilah who was Snow White.
You wiped your hands down the sides of your dress and took a deep breath in, "Everything's fine" you said to yourself and tried to calm your anxiety.
You were about to knock on the door when the door flew open, and there stood the man of your dream in all his beautiful glory. His hair was perfectly styled like always, and his thin blue shirt left open showed the wife beater he was wearing inside. The tattoos on his collarbones peeked out like they were painted on.
Overall, that man was a devilish temptation.
"Hi" He said with his charming boyish smile. Your heart started beating miles per second, and you somehow managed to breathe out a small 'hi'. God, you looked pathetic.
He let you inside his house, and immediately, you smelled the delicious food he was cooking. He took off your coat and put it over the hanger.
"You look absolutely marvelous, darling," He said, making you blush. His deep voice paired with that british accent was everything you could've imagined.
"Thank you" you said, smiling shyly. He chuckled and kissed your cheek and interlocked his fingers with your own and pulled you inside the house.
His house was beautiful, just like him. Pictures scattered all around the different people you assumed were his family and friends. But before you could look at them closely, he walked up to you with a glass of wine.
"I can't tell you how much I have waited for this day," He said, passing you the glass of wine.
"Me too" you said shyly. You didn't know what it was about him that made you so shy around him that you lost your ability to speak, but you absolutely hated and loved it.
"I'm making you my special dish" He said, walking back towards the kitchen. The house was open plan giving you a clear view of the kitchen from the living room. You turned your whole body towards him and saw him move around the kitchen flawlessly.
"Normal, it would've cost you pretty penny, but since you're pretty, I'm giving you a discount." He said, winking at you.
"Yeah? What do I have to pay with?" You asked in a flirtatious tone.
He walked closer to you, and so did you. His arms circled around your waist, and he pulled you into himself. His breath fanned on your face, almost taking yours with himself. If you thought he was pretty before god did, he looked like a demi god up-close.
His intense green eyes stared back at you as he leaned in more close, his eyes flicked down to your lips then back to your eyes, "Nothing much just don't leave me" he said making you a bit neverous but due to heat of moment you didn't think anything of it.
You leaned in closer, and your lips were about to touch when the oven started beeping, startling you.
He chuckled at your reaction and pulled away from you, making you feel cold in the very cozy warm house. You forwned and walked toward him in the kitchen in search of warmth.
"Wait, what do you actually do?" You ask as he takes out perfectly cooked food from the oven.
"I'm a chef silly," He said, flicking your nose playfully. You hummed deep in thought cause you swear you remember him telling you he was in finance.
You shook your head, thinking you might remember it wrong since you were pretty drunk the first time you met him.
"So, who are these people up on your wall?" You ask as you pick up your phone and frown when you see the endless unanswered texts from Delilah. She hasn't been answering your texts since the halloween, which was more than two weeks ago.
You put your phone down and focused on him explaining about his family. From what you heard, he has one older sister, mom, stepdad, dad, and three cats. You look at the pictures once again when you notice a girl looking a bit too much similar to you only difference being her missing right leg.
You laugh at his childhood stories, and suddenly, you two are sitting on the dining table eating the delicious food he made.
"Oh my god, this is incredible! What is it?" You ask humming at every bite you take.
"Thank you darling, I would tell you, but it's a secret so, I have to kill you after that." He says with a serious expression, making you laugh.
"Sure, Jack," you say, laughing, making him laugh too. You two quickly finish the food and with heavy stomach you make home on the couch and turn on the television while he brings more wine.
The news flashed across the screen about the murder that took place a few days ago, the pictures of body flashes on the screen and you have to stop yourself from throwing up when you see the strangled chopped up chunk of body thrown in the middle of forest.
You see what looked like a short yellow dress with red detailing. What freaks out more is that the crime scene was not that far from the place you currently where at.
You stand up at your shaky legs and walk towards the bathroom, and after searching for it for 5 minutes, you find it. You lock the door behind you and grip the sink tightly so you won't fall down. You look up at yourself in the mirror and see the layer of sweat covering your body.
You were about to splash water on your face when you heard knocking on the bathroom door, "Hey are you okay, darling? Do you need anything?" Jack asked.
"No, I'm fine. I just had a bit too much wine, I think. Be out in a sec, " you answered back. He was about to say something when the doorbell rang, cutting him in between the sentences.
You splashed cold water on your face and wiped it with the hand towel, it didn't do much but it definitely helped with the sweating and blurry vision.
You were about to leave when you stumbled on you foot and fell down, cramping your ankle in process. You winced in pain and tried to stand up when something caught your eye. A red bow peeking out of the under the sink. You took it out and examined, your curiousity turned into horror when you saw the stain of blood on it.
You quickly fisted it into your pocket and stood up wincing. You walked out of the bathroom and were making plans to sneak out quietly when you heard voices coming from the hallway of the main entrance.
"Thank you so much for your cooperation, Mr. Styles" The other man you assumed was a police officer said, but that wasn't your main issue. It was that you were in a man's house who told you his name was Jack Chambers and the officer just called him Mr. Styles.
What the fuck was happening?
You walked back into the bathroom and locked it. Your breathing was growing heavy, and you were on a verge of panic attack.
You had to find something, anything something that could answer your questions, so you did what any person would do, search all the drawers.
Toliteries, shaving kit and towels was the only thing you found when a blub lit in your head and you crouched down and searched near where you found the bow and bingo you found the loose tile in the far corner.
You sobbed as you flicked through all the stuff you made out to be of his previous victims and then you saw the picture of Delilah in the same snow White costume she wore at the Halloween party and the one they found near the body in forest.
Then you saw something you wished were a nightmare, IDs, and series of IDs with the same picture, Jack, Alex, Tom, Marcel, and at last Harry Styles, which you assumed was his real name.
You were in the middle of going through the IDs when you saw the polariods of him and the same amputee girl you saw at the wall. There were so many polariods of them kissing, laughing, cuddling but in all of them he looked happy while she looked sad, the sadness of eyes only you could see somehow, like she was putting on a show.
You were putting the box back at its place when there was knocking on the bathroom door again, and your heart almost stopped.
"Darling? Are you okay in there?" He asked, and you almost cried out loud in furstation and fear.
"Yeah, can-can you bring me some change of clothes?" You asked in a wobbly voice for whatever you could think of at that moment you just needed him gone somewhere but near you so you could run out.
"Ofcourse baby" He said in the same voice you loved a few minutes ago. Now, it sent chills down your spine.
You heard his footsteps walking up the stairs, and you quickly threw the bathroom door open and made a beeline for the main door. You forgot all about your cramped up ankle or that it's freezing out in the middle of November.
As soon as you ran outside, the cold air sent chills down your spine, but at least you were out in free. You ran wherever you could, your vision still blurry, and your head hurt.
You could've ran for what was ten minutes when you heard his voice calling out for you, and it was nearer than it should be.
"Darling, don't run, please." He screamed into the abyss, "You will hurt yourself"
You decided to ignore him and keep walking, your vision growing blurrier and blurrier. You stopped and heaved with the support of the trunk.
Sob whacked through your body when you thought about what you were doing just a few hours ago and what you're doing on.
How did life change so fast?
"Darling" He called out again and you hid behind the thick trunk to catch your breathe, your ankel hurting like a bitch.
"You know you can't hide from me," He said sadistically, "God, I hate this part so much"
"At this point, I think I have a thing for runners," He said, tsking at himself, and it baffled you how he could make jokes at this time. But I guess he could since it was your life at stake and not his.
You had to think fast, or you would be another tally in his notebook. That's when you remembered the police, the forest is not far from there and since there is an open investigation police will be there for sure.
You stand up wincing and walk quietly towards the forest you could see in your bad vision.
"Darling, oh darling," He called out again, and you choked on your sob with terror.
You had to get out of here alive.
You ran like your life depended on it cause it did. You smiled in victory when you saw the flashing blue and red lights and when one of the officers turned and looked at you.
The victory turned into terror again when two strong hands grabbed you harshly in the middle of step and jabbed a syringe into your neck, last thing you saw before passing out was the officer and him exchanging head nods.
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"Rise and shine darling." You heard a voice sing song.
You opened your eyes slowly, feeling your whole body aching and your head hurt like you drank your body weight. You whined and heard him chuckle at your antics.
"You're so cute," He said as he pushed a bottle of water near your mouth. You tried to refuse, but he was much stronger. You drank the whole bottle of water, feeling like a dry well.
"Look at you being a good girl and listening to me," He said as he kissed your head, making you cry.
"Don't cry darling there is nothing to cry about. Now you and me will be together forever" He said, peppering kisses all over your face.
You looked at him with teary eyes and he gave you a soft smile, a smile which in other circumstances would have melted your insides but right now it made you want to cry more so, you did.
"Oh darling don't cry" He said sadly, "I did all this for you, for us. You and I are meant to be together forever." He said with wobbly voice. "Remember how I thought you would be like all those dumb girls but you were different I knew that the moment you liked my dish or when you listened to me rather than fighting" He brought his forehead to yours and put it over yours.
"I thought I lost you forever, but I didn't. When I saw you at that coffee shop I knew you came back, my darling will always come back to me." He said with happiness dripping from his voice.
"And now I'm never letting you leave ever again" He said with a certain darkness in his voice that sent chills down your spine and when you looked down and saw your right leg gone you knew he meant it.
You're not leaving your prince charming.
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K but why have we never talked about how lavish and expensive angel baby’s wardrobe would be?!?!?
YEAH WHY HAVENT WE???????
Everyone knows Harry's got a thing for designer wear so imagine how completely unhinged he'd be with a limitless credit card and a baby on the way.
"Oh! Oh!," and he'd be squealing and wiggling with excitement when he'd show you his newest find, "Gucci sneakers! But fo' babies. "Need em f'angel baby."
You wouldn't even have enough time to part your lips in refusal before he's fishing for his wallet in his pocket, fawning over the mini-sized shoes zoomed in on the screen of his phone.
Maybe you'd even be a little more apprehensive to curb this ever-so-expensive habit he's picked up because, realistically speaking, babies grow. And while yes, the shoes are absolutely adorable, angel baby would get 3 to 4 months wear out of them. If that.
The shoes would pale in comparison to some of the higher end gifts you'd get from friends and family alike; Givenchy stuffed animals, Bonpoint nursery accessories, the crystal Tiffany & Co baby rattle that had essentially no purpose.
Once angel baby comes though, lord, does he spiral. She'd barely know how to blink but all it took was a small yawn or a half smirk and he was ready to empty his pockets. At the ripe age of 6 months she'd already managed to find ways to completely bleed him dry financially and have him swoon in response.
"Harry," and you'd start finding yourself asking him this question quite frequently, "why is there a $2600 credit card charge?"
"Been gettin' cold out, love" but he always came back with a reason, ready to back his newest spend, "don't want th'baby t'get sick!"
Maybe it's justified. It's all good-hearted, and while he's willing to spend whatever dime he has left to take care of angel baby, he's also fully willing to disregard common sense. Which is obvious, because no infant needs a $2600 outerwear set from Versace to keep warm.
Holidays are his favorite shopping expedition too, because every event requires a new, never-before-worn outfit for angel baby. It doesn't matter if its Christmas dinner at Anne's - angel baby is clad head to toe in a Gucci ensemble. Visiting your mother for a birthday dinner with your family? Yep - angel baby is decked out in a custom-made Balenciaga tracksuit he paid to have made so she was the only one to own it.
"She has more clothes than I do!" you'd be sifting through your now-toddler's closet, which held clothes worth more than a regular-sized home.
"She does not," and he'd have her on his hip, the two of them berating you from across her room, "s'important t'have options, right Bub?"
He'd totally create a monster with an insatiable taste, too - a total diva. She'd be in her early years of childhood picking outfits for playdates with Gucci logos or Fendi print. And he would just eat it up, watching in amusement and adoration when she'd mix and match her seemingly endless options.
"I can't believe you bought that." and now you're standing alongside him, sending in your kindergartener for her first day of school in a Burberry raincoat and matching dress.
"I know," he'd sigh, and you'd think you finally got him to see how silly his spending habits have been, "I completely forgot t'get the matching rain boots."
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Illicit Affairs - Chapter 4
After urges collided in the shuttle, only to be cut short by a transmission from Anakin, can Rex and Talia keep things professional or will more rise to the surface?
Chapter Rating: E (series is 18+ y'all)
Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, unprotected Piv, handjob, pullout method (plz don't only use this y'all), semi-public sex (Fives and Jesse are far enough away but ehhh it's risky), slight cum eating, references to past trauma/scars, mentions of slavery
A/N: We've got ANSGT, we've got FLUFF, we've got BACKSTORY, and we've got the SMUT (finally I know right?). Thank you to the wonderful @galacticgraffiti once more for helping me edit the errors I missed because I like to enjoy some fine rosé while writing. This is a long one but an important one. Music inspo came from August by Taylor Swift and Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles which kinda works as a summary.
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20 BBY – Unknown
“We’re dealing with the last of the Separatist forces but they’re falling back,” Anakin’s staticky voice spoke through the device. Talia, Fives, Jesse, and Rex stood around the communicator while Anakin updated them on the battle. The device wasn’t set up to project a hologram of Anakin, something Talia regretted as she wished for something to keep her eye contact held on other than the crudely manufactured comm. She longed for anything that would prevent her gaze from flicking to Rex.
“How long do you think it will be before we can get an evac?” Talia asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“At least a rotation,” Anakin answered. “Are you alright on rations? We can try and get a shuttle out there sooner.”
“We have enough to last us two more days,” Rex answered. “Don’t risk the men, we can manage.”
“You’re missing a good one here, Rex. It’ll be good to have you back.” Anakin said before signing off. Jesse let out a slight curse as Anakin’s voice cut out, Fives plopped to the ground in frustration; they wanted to be back out there, helping their brothers. Not helpless on some island a system away. Talia felt Rex’s eyes on her, her skin tingling from his piercing gaze. Her heart was still pounding from what had happened in the shuttle, from the way he had kissed her like no one else had. Not that she had much experience in that field, but she never imagined she could feel that much emotion and passion flooding from just a kiss.
“I’m going to go meditate,” Talia said to no one in particular, at least not consciously. She shook her head out, turned on her heels, and trotted to the trees so she could find that clearing she discovered earlier.
She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when she didn’t notice anyone following her.
***
Rex sat in thought on the beach, wishing he had a Jedi’s resolve and mindfulness for meditation to clear his head. Jesse and Fives sat near him goofing off, but Rex wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. Rex must have lost his mind; how could he be so careless? His mind was plagued, he had crossed a line that should never have been breached, that should have been guarded by durasteel walls and turrets. The way Talia ran off the beach after Anakin’s call, unable to meet Rex’s eyes told him everything he needed to know; Rex had fucked up.
How could he lapse like that? All thought had vacated his mind when he looked into her eyes and thought he read the same desire in them that Rex had buried ever since the first time he met her. And now the phantom touch of her lips still ghosted on his, the moans and sighs that escaped her echoed in his head. If that was what she was like with just simple touches, how would she react to something more? No, you can’t go there. You can’t think like that anymore. Rex needed to expel his drifting imagination because that was something he could never have. He never should have indulged himself in the kiss, no matter how much he had wanted it, no matter how much her sweet lips had beckoned him. The sudden call of his name woke Rex from his change of thought.
“You there, Rex?” Jesse asked, a small grin growing on his face. When Rex nodded his attention, Jesse continued, “I was asking when you think we’ll be on leave next.”
“We’re due after this mission,’ Rex answered. “What, sitting on a beach for days isn’t good enough for you?”
“It is a nice change of scenery,” Jesse admitted, “But there’s a cute bartender missing my attention.”
“I thought you were seeing that nurse?” Fives asked.
“Broke it off last leave,” Jesse answered.
“Why am I not surprised you’re such a ladies’ man, Jesse?” Talia’s voice rang out, Rex’s head snapping in her direction as she stepped onto the beach, carrying some more wood for the fire. The sun had started to drop in the sky, and like clockwork the temperature with it.
“What can I say, the ladies love a man in armor,” Jesse winked at the Jedi, making her roll her eyes.
“So many of you are so sure of yourself,” Talia laughed, “You have no idea the amount of credits I would pay to see what you were all like when you first left Kamino.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fives asked indignantly.
“Well, correct me if I’m wrong on this assumption; but did you ever really…you know… have any experience before the war you started?” Talia asked. “I mean, you only grew up around other clones and trainers, you must have been helpless the first time you tried to pick up anyone.”
Fives and Jesse stared at her with gaping mouths, trying to think of arguments to prove her wrong, but Rex couldn’t help but let out a snicker as he remembered some of the moves his brothers had on their first leaves. Talia shot a sly smirk at Rex when she noticed his reaction.
“You do have a point,” Rex spoke up, “Jesse, didn’t that Mirialan pour her drink over you?” Jesse glared in response, while Fives and Talia laughed.
“Like you have room to talk,” Jesse started, as Rex shot his own death glare at his brother.
“So, you’re telling me the captain wasn’t smooth with the ladies?” Talia asked tentatively, as if she was asking with a reason other than just to tease.
“Well, he was just hopeless at the start of the war,” Jesse said, “Didn’t know how to talk about anything other than training routines and blaster modifications. Pretty sure the first girl he got just kissed him to shut him up.”
Fives cackled at that, and Talia let out a soft giggle. Rex tried to maintain his annoyance at Jesse but something about Talia’s laughter always softened his seriousness.
“What about you, Tal?” Fives asked the Jedi as she set up the fire, his brows raised suggestively, “You don’t have the excuse of growing up with only a million siblings, so you must have some more experience.”
“Yeah, ‘cause Jedi are known for their wild sex lives,” She snorted sarcastically.
“Oh, so you’ve never…?” Fives prompted.
“That’s not what I said,” Talia responded shortly. Fives opened his mouth, about to continue, when Rex shot him a look; prompting him not to press her, which Fives respected.
Pink filled the sky, reflecting in the ocean in front of them. The sun was almost out of view as the two full moons rose above the horizon; the water calm and reflecting everything the sky offered.
“Is this what Kamino was like?” Talia asked as she watched the horizon.
“There’s no land masses,” Rex answered, shaking his head, “not that we would have seen them anyway; we spent most of our time in the Kaminoan facilities training. The first time I felt solid ground was the First Battle of Geonosis.”
Talia nodded and regarded him thoughtfully. “That was a rough day.”
“You said you fought there too?” Rex asked, Talia nodded once more in response.
“I was still a Padawan then; my Master and I were part of the Jedi Assault team.” She prodded the fire with a stick and sat back, the flames mirroring on her eyes. “That’s where she died.”
“I’m sorry,” Rex said sympathetically; he knew from seeing Kenobi, Skywalker, and Ahsoka interact how strong the bond between a Jedi Master and Padawan could be. Talia smiled softly at him in return.
“It’s alright, I’ve come to peace with her passing since then; she’s a part of the Force now,” Talia said.
“I heard she was a great warrior,” Rex said, earning a curious glance from Talia. “General Plo was talking about her once with Wolffe and me.”
“She was a force to be reckoned with,” Talia smiled to herself, “but not just for her skills with a saber; she was powerful with the Force. She was Master Plo’s apprentice once, they were very similar in a lot of ways.”
“It must have been crazy growing up as a Jedi, being able to use the Force,” Fives joined in, leaning with one forearm in the sand as he face Talia. “What was it like when you realized you were one?”
“There’s not really a moment of realizing it, it’s just a part of me,” Talia answered, laughing at Fives’s curiosity, but then growing more serious. “I don’t have many memories of my life before I was brought to the Temple, but when I was little and started levitating my toys, my parents realized I was different.”
“Is that how the Jedi found you?”
“Kind of,” Talia started, “I was born on Nar Shaddaa, and my father…wasn’t a nice man. He was a gambler, and he owed a lot of money to the Hutts. When I started to show my abilities, he was planning on selling me to repay his debts; a Force sensitive child would make a valuable profit.”
A pit grew in Rex’s stomach, and he saw his own disgust mirrored in Fives and Jesse’s faces.
“Your own father?” Fives asked, not hiding his distaste with a scowl.
“Yep,” Talia nodded grimly, her fingers playing with the pendant around her neck. “But the Force works in mysterious ways; Master Windu was on Nar Shaddaa on a mission at the time. My mother saw his lightsaber as he was walking down the street and she begged him to take me with him back to Coruscant. She didn’t know much about the Jedi, she didn’t even know if they would accept me; she just knew I would have a better life if I was off Nar Shaddaa, and away from my father.
“A few months before the war started, my master and I actually had a mission that took us to Nar Shaddaa. Curiosity got the better of me and I snuck off to see if I could find anything out about my family. It turns out my mother left my father shortly after that and remarried, I even have some half siblings. She runs a shop there, I went in to see her but didn’t reveal myself.”
“Do you miss her?” Jesse asked.
“I don’t really have memories of her, I left when I was so young. My memories are just emotions, and I remember how sad she was when I was little. But I could feel how happy she was with her life when I returned, so I know the paths we went on were the right ones.”
The clones sat in respectful silence as Talia finished. Despite the seriousness of her past, Rex didn’t see any sadness on the Jedi’s face. He wondered if she had truly moved on from her past, or if she was just good at hiding how she felt. Rex realized it was probably the former, Talia usually had everything written clearly on her face, whether she was happy, irritated, or upset. What he couldn’t help but be frustrated by was how he couldn’t read her face after what had happened earlier.
The conversation turned to lighter subjects after the sun dipped below the horizon, to tales of lighthearted mishaps on missions and memories from training. Fives lamented about how he wished they had bottles of ale, Jesse joked that he could spend another day like this (even if he did miss his cute bartender), and somehow Rex and Talia kept shifting closer to each other. One of the more surprising moments of the night was when Fives slipped into Mando’a for a joke, and Talia laughed as well.
“You know Mando’a?” Rex asked, internally panicking when he remembered what he had let slip in the shuttle earlier.
“Just a bit; I’ve picked up a little from my men, and there were some reports in the archives from a Mandalorian Jedi that I read once, most of what I know comes from those and it’s pretty standard and some of it outdated I think.” Talia answered casually. “The Force can guide me through languages sometimes, help me read what people are meaning when language might be a barrier. In this case, I mostly just laughed because of Fives tone.”
Rex calmed, realizing she probably hadn’t translated what he had said earlier, so that removed some of his tension. He still had to live with the kiss in his mind. But his state of ease ended when Talia continued.
“What does mesh’la mean?”
“Who used that one on you?” Jesse snorted as Fives broke into a devilish grin; Rex had to ignore how Fives eyes seemed to be searching his face.
“I spend my time with a lot of clones, you pick up some words occasionally,” Talia covered, her eyes lit up with a teasing glint as they flicked to Rex, before returning to the other two clones. “How do you all know it so well; it’s not a very common language?”
“Most of us aren’t fluent; we picked up phrases and slang from some Mandalorian trainers.” Jesse answered, “It was also a good way to separate us from the Kaminoans, give us a bit of privacy from them since they didn’t speak it.”
“Yeah, and I learned more when I was on Rishi, there was nothing else to do with my time.” Fives joined in.
“So, what does it mean?” Talia continued questioning, “Mesh’la?”
“It means ‘beautiful’,” Rex muttered, his eyes barely meeting Talia’s. Pink flushed into Talia’s cheeks before she turned her head to look down at the sand. Rex scratched the back of his neck as knots grew in his stomach. Great, now she’s even more uncomfortable.
The groups' voices lowered as stars joined the moons in the quickly darkening sky; after a long day in the heat their energy was waning, and they each drifted off to sleep.
Rex wasn’t sure how many hours later it was when he woke up, but it was still dark. His heart was pounding from his dream; he couldn’t remember what it was but that wasn’t unusual for him. He rolled over to try and get comfortable again, but he noticed an indentation in the sand from where a body used to lay; Talia was no longer with the group. Footsteps imprinted in the sand trailed down the beach and past the shuttle. Rex groggily stood up, and followed the path.
***
Talia wiped her eyes and tightened her grip on the tarp around her shoulders as she told D3 to stop recording, the little droid buzzing and landing on its owner’s shoulder consolingly. She patted the droid in thanks before it floated off down the beach, but tears were still escaping her eyes when she heard footsteps behind her.
“What’s wrong?” Rex asked, worry edging into his voice as he stepped towards Talia, but halting a few paces back before moving closer. She sensed his hesitation and waved him over, wiping her face again with the back of her forearm as he sat on the sand next to her.
“I’m OK,” she answered, gathering her breath, and centering herself. Rex rested a hand on her shoulder, slowly circling over her skin with his thumb before she continued, “No really, I just…do this thing where I record memos for troopers so I can remember them in some way, and I had a hard time with Church’s.”
Rex nodded in understanding; his brow slightly furrowed “You two were close?”
Talia nodded, “I met him on Geonosis; my master had just died and suddenly we were in a war, and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself and he helped me focus and keep it together while we were on the dropship. When I was made a Knight, it was nice knowing he was in the group I was commanding, kind of a familiar face when I wasn’t so sure of myself.”
“I’m sorry then,” Rex said, sighed and looked out over the black expanse of the ocean in front of them, the reflection of the stars freckling over the water. He pursed his lips while rubbing his chin with his eyes focused in front of him, before returning his gaze to Talia beside him. “I actually do something similar for my fallen brothers; not recordings, but I write letters. The families of natborn soldiers get them when they die, but the GAR doesn’t do the same for us. So, for my men I send them to their training squads because that’s our family.”
Rex’s deep voice was level, but Talia could feel the edge of pain in his words; she wondered how many people knew he did that, or how many hours he spent in his quarters writing the letters. “I’m sorry you have to do that yourself; it must be hard to do for your brothers.”
“If I don’t, who will?” Rex asked, a slight bluntness to his tone. He wiped a hand down his face, exhaling deeply. “You, General Skywalker and many other Jedi are good leaders, who’ve repeatedly shown that you see me and my brothers as more than cannon fodder; but some high-ranking officers of the Republic Navy and even some Jedi have made it clear how little they think of us.”
Talia nodded, not having to speak how she understood; she had witnessed the way some officers spoke to the clones and ignored them onboard cruisers, and she had seen the aftermath of what General Krell had done to the 501st, something that chilled her to the bone when she thought about how much more damage could have been done by the traitorous Jedi General. Even for the surviving clones, Talia could sense a difference in how they viewed the Jedi. The fact that Rex had even voiced that to her showed the level of trust he placed in her. The seeds of mistrust had been planted; if one Jedi could turn on them that way, what would stop another? The dual moons in the sky provided enough light over the beach that Talia could see the tension fade from Rex’s face, only to be filled by doubt.
“Why are you up so late?” Talia asked, prodding him to see what was weighing on him.
“Nothing, just a dream,” he answered quickly. His hand rubbed on his head as he started, “I noticed you weren’t around the fire, so I just wanted to make sure everything was fine, sorry if I intruded at all.”
“No, not at all!” Talia shook her head, flushed and twiddled her pendant in her fingers. “Your presence is actually very calming.”
“Oh good, cause I…” Rex said, his shoulders relaxed just for his brows to push together, his words cutting off. “Never mind.”
“What?” Talia asked, rotating to face him, arcing a brow at him. Rex had been a source of comfort to her more than enough now, if something was troubling him she wanted to help him in any way possible.
“I just…” Rex started, the corner of his lips turning down, still avoiding her gaze. “When I saw you out here, and saw that you were upset, I thought it was about earlier.” His eyes rose to meet hers, brows pinched and almost questioning as she processed what he was talking about.
“Oh.” Talia flushed as she remembered the moment in the shuttle; the way Rex had pressed her against the wall of the ship, how their lips had collided and it seemed like no force could stop them until Fives had interrupted them. She bit her lip as she lowered her gaze, unable to bear the heat of his anymore.
“Yeah.” Rex pinched two fingers over the bridge of his nose as he spoke. “Look, I owe you an apology; I crossed a line and I made you uncomfortable- “
“Rex, don’t-,” Raising her head back as Rex lowered his own.
“No, please let me get this off my chest.” he exhaled roughly, holding a hand out. “I don’t know what came over me, but it won’t happen again.”
“Rex, I’m not upset with you,” Talia said softly. “I…wanted you to kiss me.”
Rex’s head snapped up to face Talia, the moonlight accentuating the harsh lines of his face as his brows raised in amazement. Talia’s heart pounded in her own chest at the admission that was news to even herself.
“You did?” he asked. Talia nodded, biting her lower lip. Rex’s gaze flicked to her lips then back to her eyes. His hand tentatively reached out to cup her jaw, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he leaned in closer to her, her breath catching and her eyes fluttering at the contact. The tarp around her shoulder drifted off as she released it, slipping onto the sand. Maintaining eye contact, Rex tilted her head up to meet his, his lips still inches from hers. He tilted his head to the side and searched her eyes as he asked, “Can I kiss you again?”
“Yes,” Talia sighed out. Their lips met; not in the crashing force of their earlier kiss, but a savoring slowness as they tested the waters. The wading grew into an exploration as their kiss deepened, Rex’s tongue probing along Talia’s lips seeking entrance to her mouth. Her hands wrapped behind his neck as she accepted him. The hand on her jaw slid to her hairline, fingers locking and tugging on her wavy locks. The other held her upper back, keeping Talia pressed closer to his chest, each of them trying to pull the other closer. Talia pressed herself up, pushing Rex back slightly as she lifted a leg and straddled his hips.
Rex groaned as Talia lightly sucked on his tongue, reflexively thrusting up against her as his cock twitched in his blacks. Talia gasped into Rex’s mouth as she felt his hardness rubbing against her clothed core, the friction fanning the flames of desire fluttering in her gut. Rex’s hands slid to her waist, gripping her as she slowly rotated her hips against his. Talia’s hands rested on Rex’s dense shoulders, fingers clutching the fabric of his blacks as she balanced herself in her movements. Their lips left each other only for quick gasps of air before one of them dove back in, as if the only oxygen they needed was trapped in the other's mouth.
Rex’s hands fiddled with the hem of Talia’s tank top, one hand sliding underneath to press along her soft skin hidden underneath. Talia broke the kiss to stare at Rex with swollen lips and flushed cheeks as she reached for the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head. Rex’s hands shifted up her back, to her bra. He cocked a questioning brow at her, and once she nodded, he dexterously released the clasp and slid her bra off, baring her heaving chest to him. His gaze locked on her full breasts as he brought his hands around to her waist, his lips slightly parted as he took her in. His skin felt hot as his hands glided up her waist, calming the goosebumps forming from the cool night air and her own nervousness. Rex looked in awe as he palmed her breasts, his dark eyes filled with desire as he scanned her skin. Talia’s breath hitched as his calloused thumbs flicked over her perked nipples, her eyes closing as they continued to circle over her soft, sensitive skin. She whimpered when the warmth of his mouth latched onto one, his tongue continuing the ministrations his thumb held before while his hand continued to grope her other breast. She shuddered at the tingling sensation that travelled up her spine. Warmth pooled in her core, a clenching heat driving her to want more, making her try to grind against him for more friction.
Sensing that she needed more, Rex flipped Talia over so her back pressed against the sand as he caged her in, leaning down to steal another devouring kiss. Her hands reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up his body until he assisted in removing it. His body crowded over hers, bare skin meeting bare skin as he mouthed along her jaw and down to her neck, each breath leaving her lips in the form of pleasured sighs. Rex ground into her, making her moan as his thick hardness rubbed against her. His lips trailed down her neck, between her breasts where he planted a kiss on each one before trailing down her body, appreciating every inch of her before he met the top of her pants. His fingers latched around the waist band, as he wordlessly checked her gaze for permission again. With a hasty nod from her, Rex tugged off Talia’s pants and underwear together.
Rex sat back on his haunches, staring at Talia in all her exposed glory. Talia resisted the urge to cover herself as Rex’s eyes roved over her naked body, watching the way desire and adoration filled his blown-out pupils.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned huskily as he lowered himself between her legs, propping one over his shoulder. His lips dragged along her thighs, trailing up to the apex of her legs as nervousness seeded in Talia’s stomach along with her wanton need.
“Wait!” Talia said before he could reach his goal. Rex pulled his head back instantly, searching her face for what was wrong. She propped up on her elbows to say, “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do you not want me to?” Rex asked, his brows furrowed slightly in confusion. Embarrassment flooded Talia and her cheeks heated.
“Just…” Talia explained, as memories of a prior encounter with a boy who scoffed at her when she mentioned wanting it popped into her head. “I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Mesh’la, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Rex chuckled lightly before lowering his head to her center and licking a long strip along her slit with his thick, warm tongue.
A moan escaped her lips as Rex buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicked over her clit as her eyes rolled back, jolted by the pleasure. Rex repeated the motion to make her cry out and focused his ministrations on that sensitive bud; rolling his tongue over it in rapid strokes as the Jedi’s hips trembled below him. Rex pressed a firm hand on her stomach to keep her steady, while the other gripped the plush of her thigh. Rex groaned into her heat as Talia’s moans grew louder, the vibrations making her writhe under his grasp. Talia couldn’t believe she had almost denied herself this form of pleasure, but as Rex delved into her folds with the molten heat of his mouth, she never wanted the sensation to end. Rex studied her every reaction; every sigh and moan she made helped him map out a course to bring her closer to bliss and teach him how to bring her to the edge.
Talia fell back onto the sand once her arms lost the strength to prop her up. Heat blossomed over her body as she welcomed the ecstasy still building in her core. Rex didn’t let up; spurred on by her body’s response as he ate her out. His tongue roamed her folds, lapping up her wetness as he circled around her entrance; Talia let out a high-pitched whine at the light intrusion of his tongue, and slammed her hand over her mouth at the sudden fear of the possibility of Jesse or Fives waking and hearing them. Rex nipped the side of her thigh, making her remove the hand.
“No, I want to hear you,” he growled, then one of his thick fingers probed at her entrance, easily sliding in with the aid of her arousal. Rex slowly pumped the digit in and out of her, curving it slightly to hit a sensitive spot that made Talia gasp higher and higher with each stroke.
A tight pressure built in Talia’s core, about to burst as Rex hit a spot Talia had never been able to reach herself; she knew that any time she tried to pleasure herself from now on she would be disappointed by how her small hands couldn’t make her feel as good as his large ones and his sinfully delightful mouth were. Her brain turned to fuzz as Rex’s lips latched back onto her clit as he continued to finger her, his tongue firmly circled over her clit one, two and three more times as the dam burst; her legs shaking around his head, the walls of her pussy clenching around his finger, and her hands fisting into the sand below her as she orgasmed. Rex lapped up her release, only slowing the drag of his finger through her walls as he felt her tension release, then he pulled it out and pushed himself away from the Jedi.
Tala watched as Rex sat up in front of her, eyeing the bulge formed in the front of his pants that flecks of sand clung to; he must've been grinding himself against the ground as he ate her out. Rex’s hands fumbled at his zipper, freeing himself before he discarded his blacks. Talia couldn’t help but gulp at Rex’s thick, long, and slightly curved cock as he stroked it. Eyeing her gaze, apprehension dawned on Rex’s face.
“Have done this before?” he asked, and Talia realized she had been very vague in the conversation earlier.
“Once, but it was a while ago,” she answered breathily, her voice low and meager as she didn’t want to admit it, not wanting to think of how experienced he probably was in comparison. Rex paused his strokes, misreading her nervousness for hesitation.
“Are you sure you want to; we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Rex said clearly.
“No, I want this!” Talia pushed herself up, pressing her hands on Rex’s chest as she met him. One of her hands slid down his rippling muscles to meet his cock, her fingers wrapping around the velvety skin of his hard member and tugging as Rex’s eyes fluttered closed. Talia chastely kissed him on the lips as she murmured “I want you.”
Rex passionately kissed her back, guiding her down into the sand until he was over her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingernails lightly grazing along his skin. His hardness rubbed against the crease of her thigh, a slight trail of pre-cum marking her skin as Rex grinded against her. He delicately kissed her on the lips before he grabbed himself and lined up at her entrance.
Rex slowly pressed in, his thickness proving a stretch for Talia’s tight walls as her breath hitched. Rex slowly pulled himself out, only to push himself back in further with each stroke. Talia’s nails dug into the back of Rex’s neck as he penetrated deeper, the sinful drag of his cock inside her turning quickly from a slight pain to pleasure as she adjusted to him. He sheathed himself inside her with a low, guttural groan; his brows furrowed, and his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against hers. Once she shifted her hips, trying to thrust against him for more movement he pulled himself almost all the way out only to impale her again.
One of his hands gripped her hip, the other clenched in her hair as his head rested in the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning on her sensitive skin, groaning out her name as he pumped in and out of her at an increasing pace. Talia’s nails released from Rex’s neck, only to slide her hands along the sweat-dampened skin of his back, occasionally clenching as he hit a particularly deep spot inside her. The sound of his hips slapping into hers mixed with the background of waves crashing along the shore not far from them, but they were lost among the sounds of her own moans and Rex’s grunts as they moved with each other.
Rex kissed along her collarbone, up her neckline and back to her lips in a sloppy kiss as his thrusts barely slowed. He propped himself up on his forearm, his brown eyes melting into her blue ones as he watched her face contort in pleasure, the promise of another orgasm looming. Her gut clenched from the intensity of his gaze, the heat pulling at her core in a tight coil. The hand on her hip tightened, gripping around the flesh of her hips as his thrusts grew sloppy. His angle changed slightly, the coarse curls of hair nears his cock brushing against her clit with each piston of his hips. Her moans grew with each thrust, her hands latched around his biceps and her nails scratched along his skin as she grounded herself while waves of electricity spasmed from her core and through her body as she came again.
“Rex!” She moaned out, her eyes rolling back into her head as her head dug into the sand beneath her. Her walls clenched tightly around his cock through her release, Rex’s pace hurried as he was lost in seeking his own pleasure; his face drawn tight as a groan escaped his mouth. He pulled out abruptly, jerked himself; muscles seizing up and grunting loudly as he shot his cum into the sand beside her.
Talia lay still staring at the starry sky and double moons above her, as if a heavy weight had been rested over her body; she felt as if her limbs had been encased in tar for how little they wanted to move, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She expected Rex to tug his blacks on, give her a stoic nod, then walk away; but the Captain surprised her by collapsing next to her, pulling her tighter against his chest and pressing a delicate kiss along her forehead as her eyelids grew heavy with the temptation of sleep.
***
The sun, still low on the horizon, was blaring into Rex’s eyes; this location on the beach placed them right in the path of the sunrise. He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, coming into the realization that his other arm was numb, with Talia still sleeping on top of it as she held onto his chest; he slowly flexed his fingers to the best of his ability, but he didn’t risk more movement for not wanting to wake her. He had pulled the tarp on top of them before he fell asleep, but it rested just at her waist, clinging to the curve of her body. She rested sideways against him, the plush of her breasts against the side of his body. Her rosy lips slightly parted as breaths slipped past, her face calm and at a peace he never saw her in; normally her brow was furrowed in thought or with tension, but now she looked almost younger in relaxation. Her hair was waved from the salt air, slightly knotted, but the sunlight brought out streaks of gold in her tresses as they haloed around her head in the sand. The pink dawn glowed along her pale skin, adding a hue along with the slight tint of sunburn from the day before; he would have to remind her to get some bacta for it whenever they got off this island. Not that he really wanted to leave…
Maker, what was he thinking? Of course he wanted to get back out there, be with his brothers, bring an end to the war…but there was something enticing about the thought of staying alone with her, spending their days entwined in each other’s arms with no responsibilities. But that was a luxury neither of them had; each sworn to the Republic in their own ways. Haar’chak…now he was getting ahead of himself. Come on Rex, you’ve had enough one night stands to know what this was. But was it really like those other times? Like the women who gathered in 79’s looking for a quick fix for the night and the troopers who obliged them? Of course, it had to be. Jedi didn’t allow attachments; she would wake up this morning and smile at Rex just like she did every other day and think nothing of this. But then there was the way she looked at him last night, with devoted eyes as she opened herself to him.
Talia stirred against him, a soft whine leaving her as she burrowed herself closer to his chest, her weight leaving part of his arm and Rex felt blood rushing back to the appendage. Fighting through the pins and needles, Rex wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pressing his lips against her forehead as she popped one eye open at him. The debate in his mind pushed to the back of his thoughts as they locked eyes, hers still groggy from sleep but dazzling with that sparkle he had grown to adore over time.
“’Morning,” Talia muttered against his skin, her hand tracing patterns along Rex’s chest. Her fingers caught along the lightning patches of scars, her head slightly tilting up to take them all in as her brows furrowed. Rex watched her trace along the round starburst mark from Saleucami. She frowned slightly as she said, “This war’s been rough on you.”
Rex shrugged, his eyes never leaving her face, “I’m luckier than most.”
Talia lightly pressed herself up to kiss the scar on his chest, Rex’s breath hitching as she did, her hands continued their path along his chest, her fingers pausing at different scars that littered his body as shivers of pleasure followed her light touch. Most of them were the unmistakable round marks of blaster fire, but she stopped at each one, traced it and gave it a small peck. At some larger ones, she would pause and ask Rex about the battle, and he surprised himself with how well he remembered each one.
“What about this?” she asked, as her thumb grazed over a pale line on his chin. Rex couldn’t help but smirk at her inquisitive glance.
“Oh, well that’s embarrassing,” Rex waved off, wanting to focus more on his hard-earned battle scars. But at the wide grin on her face, he couldn’t say no to telling the story, “OK, so I was a cadet, about to join my squad for one of our first training simulations. I was young, what would be about 14 for natborns. I was excited to be on a field using weapons instead of sitting in front of a holopad all day, and as they handed me my blasters, I practically skipped out to the training room. Well, I didn’t notice the ledge there, my feet got caught and I plummeted to the ground, my chin catching on the edge. Hence the mark.”
It was a story that priorly had filled Rex with embarrassment; back then he thought it would ruin any chances he had at command. But now that Talia laughed at it, he couldn’t help but chuckle with her, a slight warmth filling him as it brought a new tone to the memory. Talia kissed over the scar on his chin, just like she had done all the ones before.
“I have something similar,” she said as she still giggled, tightening her lower lip over her teeth. Rex’s eyes caught the smallest line, vertical against her lip, a small trace of white popping out among the pink of her lip. “My first time sparring I got a bit enthusiastic; I tripped over my own feet as I tried a move far too difficult for my skill level at the time and landed flat on my face.”
Rex chuckled lowly before his tone turned mockingly stern, “It wasn’t against General Skywalker, wasn’t it? Cause I can’t hold a grudge against him now.”
Talia laughed as she shook her head, “No, this was from before he joined the temple.” Rex leaned over and kissed the scar like she had done for him, his hands scaling up and down her body as he felt a few grooves on them. She was nowhere near as marked as he was, but a few traces of scars planted on her body as well. His hands wrapped around her wrist, where he had never noticed a pale circle of scars that circled around them.
“Electric binders,” she said when he asked, bringing her wrists to his lips. “A bad mission when I was a Padawan.”
Rex didn’t press her. He trailed up her arm, until his hand made its way to her back and grazed over the still slightly raw marks from the Zygerrian slavers. His jaw clenched as he felt the raised skin, her own hand drawing soothing circles against his now tense chest.
“It’s over now,” she mumbled, her hand pressing on his arm to stop his movements. The sparkle of her pendant caught Rex’s eye as he shifted his hand there, sliding the silver chain between his fingers until he got to the charm. It was round and coin-sized, with raised carvings in curved patterns that looked handmade.
“Where did you get this?” Rex asked, gliding his thumb over the raised edges.
“It was my mother’s; she gave it to me before I left for the temple,” Talia answered as Rex hummed in understanding. “It’s not normal for a Jedi to have personal items from before they joined the order, but I think it’s important to remember where I came from.”
“I understand,” Rex said. “Sometimes things from the past can help show how much you’ve grown, how you’ve improved. I don’t have much in the form of keepsakes, but I can remember things in different ways; the marks on my armor, whether they be from paint or blaster fire, can serve that in a way.” Talia nodded as he spoke, her fingers drawing circles against his skin. Her eyes looked into his, and she tilted her head up to tentatively press her lips against his.
Rex deepened the kiss, pulling her tighter against him with the hand that ran along her back. Talia’s hand slid from Rex’s face down to his chin where she lightly gripped it until she shifted it down his chest, circling again over some of the more prominent scars.
Her hand lowered until it dipped below the tarp, through the coarse curls and wrapping around his cock. Rex’s breath caught as he felt her soft fingers around him, jerking his cock in a slow but deliberate motion. Talia’s lips left Rex’s to trail to his jawline, mouthing along his stubbly skin as she tugged him. The arm around her shoulder squeezed Talia tighter, his eyes focused on the sight of her jerking him off; even though Rex had gotten off the night before he didn’t think he would last long this morning. Talia increased her pace, firming her grip and twisting on his cock. Maker, how can just her hand feel so good? Soft moans escaped Rex’s lips as Talia whispered in his ear, asking him to cum for her. He remembered the way he had felt inside her the night before, how warm and wet she was for him. How she had moaned for him, said she wanted him. How she had cried out his name.
Rex came with a soft grunt, his cum spurting into Talia’s hand and across his lower abdomen. Talia’s mouthing along his jaw continued until he had spent himself and his breathing calmed. His eyes drifted open, watching as Talia opened her hand; his spend stuck to her skin. He let out a low groan as she met his eyes, unclenched her hand, and licked some of the cum off her hand, a red flush overtaking her cheeks. Rex gripped the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss, trying to show his thanks in any physical way he could.
Talia chuckled as she gently pushed back from him, “The others will be waking soon; we should probably clean up before we head back over.”
Rex grumbled, but knew she was right. Talia pulled the tarp off and stood up to walk to the water. Rex’s eyes followed the curve of her body as her hips swayed when she trailed down the beach and dipped into the water to wipe herself off. Rex smirked as he watched Talia, and her eyes met his as she raised a teasing brow. Before he knew it, he was wading into the water, splashing along his own chest to wipe off the traces of cum that had landed there. As she stood nearby, wringing out her hair from the water, Rex pressed behind her and wrapped his arms along her waist; he kissed along her shoulders, up to her neck. He twirled her around so he could plant a long kiss on her lips, clasping her chin in his hands before breaking the kiss and resting his forehead along hers.
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Rex strode along the sand and, much to his dismay, Jesse and Fives were already awake. His two brothers were crouched together, their heads low and obviously gossiping; both wearing far too mischievous looks on their faces for Rex’s liking. As they heard him approaching, their conversation ended but equally wicked grins grew on both of their faces.
“Morning!” Fives called out, a teasing tone taking over his voice. Oh, kriff, Rex thought. All Rex did was nod at the ARC trooper. “And where have you been this morning?”
“Went on a walk,” Rex grumbled, pulling a ration bar out of his stack of armor laying on the sand.
“Say, you haven’t seen the General at all, have you?” Jesse asked, a shit-eating grin overtaking his tattooed face.
“She’s past the shuttle, meditating,” Rex answered bluntly. Of course, the one morning these two wake up early.
“Oh well, both of you were gone so early, it makes one wonder…” Fives started.
“I thought I told you to drop this yesterday?” Rex snapped, a bit too irritated when he realized how much of a point Fives had the day before.
“Hey, I’m sorry!” Fives said, holding his hands up. “I was just trying to do you a favor in case you were interested, but I’ll drop it.”
Satisfied, Rex sat down to eat his ration, staring out at the blue water in front of him. He thought he could enjoy a few moments of silence, to live in the memories of the night before and this morning for a little longer, but apparently that was too much for him to ask for as Fives continued speaking.
“I just know from experience some tricks that might have worked but if you don’t want my help…” Fives mumbled.
“I don’t need your tricks for picking up girls,” Rex rolled his eyes, mentally thinking of the way Talia had practically melted like putty in his palms. Something Fives would never know.
“I wasn’t talking about just girls; I was going to give you some tips on Talia specifically,” Fives scoffed, and Rex’s head snapped in the direction of his brother. Fives shrugged at Rex’s curious glance. “We hooked up at 79’s once.”
Rex forced a laugh at Fives’s words; they couldn’t have…there was no chance that they really…
“Yeah, it was a little bit ago,” Jesse piped in, reading Rex’s confused face. “Right after you and Echo were made ARC troopers, right?”
Fives nodded nonplussed as he took a bite of his own ration bar, “She’s a good kisser if that gives you anything to look forward to, Rex.”
A pit grew in Rex’s stomach as he processed Fives’ words; was this just Fives fucking around? No, Jesse was too collaborative, and while there was a teasing tone, it was normally obvious when Fives was lying. Fives and Talia…the thought made him sick to his stomach. Not that he didn’t like his brother nor that he begrudged her what had happened; Fives was one of his closest brothers and Talia was free to do whatever she wanted, she didn’t belong to Rex. But now there was doubt plaguing Rex’s mind; had Talia really wanted him last night, or had she been hoping a different one of his brothers would find her on the beach?
He felt like such an idiot, how could she want him? Besides the fact that she had her vows, there were others that could give her so much more than he ever could. He had to shut himself away from her, not make her uncomfortable with his feelings; it was obvious to him that she had just needed a release. Rex had just come along at the right time. And he couldn’t risk falling deeper, he assured himself, this one time should have been enough to curb the lust that had been haunting him since he had known her.
“Morning!” Talia’s clear voice called down the beach as she lightly jogged to meet them. Both Fives and Jesse smiled at her as she sat down; her hair was still wet from her recent bathing, but she glowed in the morning light. Rex couldn’t look at her without a pang in his stomach. She didn’t want you, he thought.
She grabbed a ration bar from the pile, plopped down on the sand next to Rex, and tore into it, jokingly choking on the dry bar, “Maker, how do you get through these all the time?”
“You learn to power through them,” Fives joked back, taking the last bite of his and wiping his hands of the crumbs.
“Guess you’ll be looking forward to your next meal in the mess or back on Coruscant for leave then, huh?” Talia asked, her gaze flicking to Rex whose own eyes were locked on the dead remnants of the fire from the night before in front of him. “Do you know when your next leave is?”
“Soon,” Rex answered bluntly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed how Talia’s brows furrowed, the ache in his chest registering the slight hurt in her expression from his tone.
“Lucky,” she said, her voice hesitant. “I think we have a few more missions in line before we can take a break.”
“That’s a shame,” Rex said gruffly, still not lifting his gaze to meet hers. Fives and Jesse weren’t paying attention to them, so they hadn’t noticed the tension in the conversation. Talia pursed her lips, looked at the Captain who still wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“Is something-” She was cut off by Fives’ exclamation.
‘Look! A Venator!” Fives stood up as he pointed at the sky, a large Republic cruiser just appearing out of hyperspace above the planet’s atmosphere.
Their help had finally arrived.
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Rex laid back on the bed in his private quarters on the Venator class ship; he was in his armor except for his helmet that had been damaged during the landing on the oceanic planet. Rex felt a comfort from his plastoid; some would feel claustrophobic from being caged in but for Rex it provided a security, a firmness from the outside world. They had been rescued over an hour ago, and after medical checkups he had been cleared to go back to duty. But all Rex could do was sit there.
A part of him wanted to hold a grudge against Talia, now that he knew she had really wanted someone other than him for comfort, but the other part of him wanted to find her and seek confirmation. What had happened on the beach? Was it just fooling around? Was there anything else to it? Or worse; did she regret it? It really wasn’t Rex’s place to ask. Haar’chak, Rex should have never done anything with her in the first place. But Rex had to know; what was on the damn Jedi’s mind?
Rex bolted out of his bed and into the hall; he knew Talia’s room wouldn’t be far from his. Once he rounded the corner, he paused outside the door. What was he doing? He couldn’t just go barging into a General’s room; he could only imagine the rumors that would spread. And what would he even say? What would she say? Would she pity him, would she laugh at him? What if she returned her feelings and –
“Rex?” a voice called out. Rex turned to see General Skywalker strutting down the hall, a puzzled but comical look on his face. “What are you up to?”
“Oh, nothing, Sir. I was just checking…” Rex fumbled for the correct words, words that he didn’t really know himself. “I was just updating General Riva with some info from our last mission, Sir.”
Anakin cocked a brow at Rex as he eyed him, “Well you better hurry to the hangar then.”
“The hangar?” Rex repeated, confused.
“Yeah, she’s getting on a shuttle to meet up with the rest of the 412th now. If you hurry you might catch her,” Anakin answered with a slap on Rex’s shoulder, walking past the Captain into his own room.
Rex’s feet carried him through the cruiser, pushing his way past other clones in the hopes of catching Talia before she took off. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he had to see her again. He made it to the hangar, his eyes searching for the blonde Jedi, when he saw the back of her head, her hair now back in her signature bun, walking up the ramp of a shuttle with D3 floating beside her. The shuttle hatch closed immediately after her as Rex halted in his steps, watching the engine lights burn blue. The shuttle slowly lifted off, through the shield doors of the cruiser and off into space as Rex’s gaze followed it.
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Or! She comes over and tried to cheer him up even though he’s not in the #mood and they fight but he’s just so.. confused and upset he lets it go so they have makeup sex 🤪 but he’s gotta hit it from the back then.. yea he says dumb!readers name right as he finishes. So his girl is crouched there, cum dripping down her leg like >:O and Duncan’s just 😨. So yea she tells him she can’t do this anymore, not until he can get over whatever the fuck he had with dumb!reader - 💜 Virgo
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EVEN HIS GIRL IS GETTING SOME OF THIS ANSGT FKJSKS :O IDK WHY THAT FACE MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH CDFSDKFK
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she leaves and Duncan plays “From the Dining Table” by Harry Styles. The lyrics “Woke up alone in this (hotel) room played with myself, where were you?” and “Woke up the girl who looked just like you I almost said your name. We haven't spoke since you went away comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Even my phone misses your call”
this song is this angsts theme song smh
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(It was time to make some change, new header for the FROTW !)
(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST)
- For the Sake of Propriety , by panda_bear21 : Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.
Larry Regency AU (52k) : very well written and totally addictive! Bottom Louis for the smut.
- Could You Be Loved , by @vintage1der : What if you had a second chance? Four years and a failed relationship later, Louis returns to the city where he once lived. Little did he know he would meet again the man he had not chosen once.
Larry ex friends to lovers AU (10k) : I loooove the “no long time no see” plot ! Nicely done. (bottom Louis)
- Resist Everything Except Temptation , by @domestic-harry : (...) The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.
Larry Pirates AU (100k) : Drop everything you were doing and READ THIS NOW. it’s perfect (kudos for Steve Aoky featuring, Gemma awesome character and the wonderful smut - kind of share that)
- of honey , by @alienproof : Harry wants what most hybrids don’t have. Love, for instance. Companionship. Understanding. And sex so good it hurts.
Larry Hybrid BDSM AU (25k) : there’s only my fav author to make me read hybrid fic and loooooove it. ;) bottom Harry, obviously ^^
- Singing To Tiny Dancer , by BriaMaria : “Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows. “What?”“You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop. Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.”“You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.”“I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.”Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.”“Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name. Or ... When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.
Larry Famous-not famous AU (22k) : Actor Louis coming back in the town where his ex teenage summer love is still living ...Flashbacks ensued. Bottom Louis.
- Manhattan From The Sky , by sincewewereeighteen : Harry's been raised to know that successful men do not fall in love. Louis believes that love is all you need to be successful in life. They meet.
Larry CEO/employee and single dad Louis AU (47k) : well written and nice story ! the kids are cute, and the fic is just a bit angsty at the end. Bottom Harry for the smut :)
- Behavioural Ecology , by turtlekz : Louis Tomlinson is a primatologist working with the Jane Goodall Institute for primate conservation; and Harry Styles is the photojournalist sent from National Geographic to write a piece promoting awareness about the endangered species. They meet, and love is never, ever simple, as we know.Featuring Eli the chimpanzee, bickering humans, storytelling, and five men who come to gain an understanding of what it means to be human; all stationed in the Republic of the Congo.
Larry AU (81k) : or everything you wanted to know about primates ;) Sexual tension in Africa, and great story ! Bottom Harry .
- Emperor's New Clothes , by sunsetmog : The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.
Larry famous not famous and ex to lovers AU (92k) : For the ansgt lovers ! Very poor and depressed Louis, badly outed famous Harry, and a lot of feelings. Kind of share that for the smut (great!!).
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Only With You, My Angel
by habitlarry
Words: 3384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Harry Styles - Freeform, Louis Tomlinson - Freeform, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, Zayn Malik - Freeform, Liam Payne - Freeform, Niall Horan - Freeform, Jay Tomlinson - Freeform, Male/Male, ansgt, angsty
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Cherry Buns
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/39ojJku
by BrownMouse
I have a thaaang for Liam spanking Niall and being his parental friend lol.. I don’t know why.. Don’t ask.. Just had to do it.. (again!)
Words: 862, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles
Relationships: Niall Horan/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Niall Horan/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: zianourry - Freeform, Spanking, Discipline, Friendship, OT5, platonic, Hurt Niall, Sad Niall, Innocent Niall, Protective Liam, Daddy Liam, daddy direction, Naughty Niall, Protective Zayn, Cute, ansgt, Hurt/Comfort, non-sexual punishment, No Smut, No Romance, Baby Nialler, Niall Centric
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hey best friends!!!
yall should read my little 2 part series. its full of angst and a little smut and fluff
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send requests babes xx
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someone send some requests in!! i haven’t written for fun in a couple months. i need some inspo!
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YALLLL.
i’m almost done writing pt 2 of aswwmtb and i’m in tears writing it. IT HURTS SO GOOD!!!!!
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colours of you; teaser
Pairing: Huang Renjun x female reader
Themes: strangers to lovers, art major! renjun, a little poetic? talk about art, a neurological condition, angst, imagery, college au
Warning: ansgt, confusion, renjuns snaps, more to be added
Word Count: 289 words for the teaser [projected 10k]
Playlist: Livin 'for that by Lil Pitchy, Welcome to my Playground by NCT 127, Colors by Halsey, Celebrity by IU, In too deep by Why Don't We, Be Myself by Why Don't We, Overdrive by Conan Gray, Golden by Harry Styles, Gold ush by Taylor Swift
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Colors.
Life was made of colors. The fiery reds of the sun, the soft blues of the sky. The leaves popping in with their touch of green, complimenting the flowers that bloomed with rainbows bursting forth. The sunset, when the sun retires from the sky, leaving for the moon to dance about in her silver hues across its midnight canvas.
There was something poetical about the many colors that painted the world. A romantic aura that it held. Like a manuscript of notes, dancing on their little bars, waiting to be played by the musician. Words that you could see, a silent song that you could hear if you paid close enough attention.
Renjun always paid attention.
I couldn't help it. He could see the music he heard, he could visualize it in his mind. He could see colors when people spoke, when a particular scent grasped his attention, he could think of a word or a letter.
And he always remembered which color corresponded to which person, not because he had memorized, but because he could see it.
For instance, his friend Haechan always sounded like the color of sunlight corn. A vibrant ocher that invaded Renjun's thoughts every time he heard Haechan speak. Chenle always sounded green, the color of new leaves unfurling for the first time. Jisung was brown, a bit of a muddy color, but it had a homely feel to it.
Jeno was a blue, sapphire if you will. Jaemin was a baby pink, a rose that bloomed to existence, softer than its usual reds.
Mark was crimson, warm and full of smiles. Renjun felt at home with these colors, these people who were more than his friends, but his family.
@ lebrookestore, 2021
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