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thejediandthemandalorian · 1 year

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So I have this mildly amusing concept in my head that follows my Codywan at a bar concept (that I don't think I've shared.) It would be really amusing if a bunch of horrible stuff happened and then the 212th and 501st all head back to coruscant together and Cody is all mopey and upset and distancing himself from obi wan for whatever reason and Rex is like 'dont worry we're gonna go to a bar tonight and make this better' and Cody is like fuck no, because Cody. And then Rex tells Fox and Fox, Mr by the book, is like oh yeah sure let's go and he's the one who picks Cody up and is like you're going. And when they get to the bar Rex is already there but he's got Anakin and obi wan with him and Cody is like...pissed at Rex and Fix because this was a set up. And all the sudden Quinlan appears out of nowhere, turns out fox didn't choose to come Quinlan said 'youre going, we're getting obi wan and Cody together, and we'll have a date night' and fox had like begrudgingly agreed for that reason. Cut to Rex is sitting awkwardly at a table with Cody And Obi wan, making sure they drink, and is also drinking himself and eventually Rex gets tired of them and goes and starts dancing with Anakin who hit the dance floor as soon as they got there. Cut to a little later, Cody is DRUNK. And obi wan is really drunk too, but he had gone off to the bathroom so Cody is still awkwardly sitting at the table people watching. Quinlan and Fox have long since disappeared. Anakin and Rex are like dancing so close they might as well be one person. And Cody's by himself. A club dancer comes up and Cody is drunk enough she convinces him to dance with her. Cody is in a State™️ and this girl just taught him how to dance. He's like out of it, that's how drunk he is, and obi wan comes back, also like super super drunk, downs another drink, and sees this club dancer hanging all over Cody and putting her hands all over him and having Cody do the same to her. So Obi Wan walks up to Cody is like 'mind if I cut in' and this club dancer is just like oh another hot man yeah sure and obi wan cuts in, but he doesn't dance with her, he starts dancing with Cody. Cut to Cody's memory pretty much blacking out and waking up the next morning in Obi Wan's bed at the Jedi Temple. He's confused at first because he's been in this room before but can't place it and then he realizes where he is. Obi Wan is awake and tells him good morning, both have horrid hangovers but the minute Cody hears Obi Wans voice he practically falls out of the bed and hits the floor, scrambling to put his clothes back on because he's just in a t shirt and briefs and he's freaking the fuck out cause he just woke up in the same bed as obi wan. Which it's not the first time he's fallen asleep near Obi Wan, but he also can't remember much of anything. So Cody rushes out the door, Obi-Wan calling after him (spoiler alert they didn't do anything they both just went back to Obi-Wan's place and crashed because they're old and boring even when drunk off their asses, but also they're in the middle of a war so they have every right to be exhausted.) And Cody goes rushing back to the barracks and practically pounds on Rex's door until he opens up. And when he does Cody starts talking real fast and Rex is like half sitting up watching him, not really as hung over cause he didn't drink that much, and has a higher tolerance than Cody cause let's get real he drinks way more often. And Cody is rambling and Rex is just like 'cody calm down it's okay, have a seat.' and Cody sits and puts his pounding head in his hands and is like 'I slept with Obi Wan.' but he doesn't know if they banged or not (they didn't.) And suddenly another person sits up in Rex's bed and suddenly Anakin is there and he's like 'what?! You slept with Obi Wan?!? Obi Wan slept with someone?!' and then chaos, hilarity, and angst ensues.

Like believe me, there's so much more to this idea but this much has me giggling.

#star wars #commander cody #codywan #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #captain rex #rexwalker #rexakin #quinlan vos #commander fox #quinfox #the go to a club because they need a break okay?#also i know the reason cody is upset with Obi-Wan #but no one else does #evil cackles #drinking #anakin/rex/padme #i dont know their ship name

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cabezadeperro · 1 year

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Beautiful for Rexwalker?

hello anon!

first meeting, pre-relationship. T, 1k.

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Obi-Wan’s arrival finds him still messing with his arm, sitting on the warm tarmac with his back to a crate. The sun’s high up in the sky, and the air smells like the sea, cold and salty. Now and then Anakin finds himself just breathing it all in, the brine and the smell of the damp duracrete of the landing pad. He won’t ever get used to it: by now, he’s been in almost more worlds he can count, but there’s a part of him that will never forget the desert. Now and then, he still dreams he’s back home, back in the slave quarters of Mos Eisley. Anakin opens his eyes to the dark of his bunk room in the Venator expecting to see the opposite wall of his narrow childhood bedroom, the paint scratched and scored by generations of kids just like him.

He’s very far away from Tatooine, however—for better or worse. Anakin licks his dry lips, tasting salt, and rubs with his flesh thumb the tip of his screwdriver. There’s something wrong with the wrist joint: it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t jam, but Anakin can feel the wrongness on the back of his neck, a staticky ball of tension and maybe-future pain.

It’s been four months. Four months since Mom and Padmé. Four months of war. Two months of—of this. Anakin can feel the clone troopers’ minds all around him, distinct and individual and growing familiar, growing comforting. He’s finding he doesn’t mind war that much.

Obi-Wan does. His Force presence is muted, exhausted. He’s being groomed to fill one of the now empty seats at the Council, and he doesn’t like it, but he’s allowing it to happen anyway. Windu’s Venator hovers high up in the sky, hidden by distance and the thin cloud cover. Anakin wasn’t invited; he minds that less than he thinks he probably should.

Anakin’s finished sealing his arm back up by the time Obi-Wan makes his way across the landing pad and stops in front of him. Anakin clicks his tongue, annoyed, and he can almost hear Obi-Wan’s eye roll before he moves and his shadow slips off Anakin’s arm.

He’s not alone. Anakin puts his tools away and leans back against the crate, looking up, squinting against the sun and the light. The trooper next to Obi-Wan looks—he kind of looks like Alpha, and he very much doesn’t, at the same time. His armour looks like his but newer, shinier, and in the Force he feels very bright. Anakin blinks, caught by surprise, and turns to look at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan’s already watching him. He cut his hair a couple weeks ago, and Anakin can’t quite get used to the way the shorter style makes him look older, more serious. It’s not bad, but it isn’t good, either. It’s just new, and weird, and Anakin finds himself, now and then, looking for his master in the crowd, even when Obi-Wan is right next to him.

“Captain,” Obi-Wan says. His blue eyes flash: Anakin rolls his, and heaves himself to his feet with a grunt. “This is my Padawan. Anakin Skywalker.”

“Sir,” the trooper says. He has yet to take off his helmet. He’s stiff, too formal. Shiny. “I look forward to working with you.”

Anakin doesn’t raise an eyebrow, and he doesn’t turn to look at Obi-Wan.

“Sure,” he replies. Obi-Wan sighs.

“Captain Rex is an ARC trooper,” he says pointedly. “He was in Geonosis.”

Oh, so he’s not so shiny after all. Anakin folds his arms.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. He’s looking between them, an unreadable expression in his face.

“I’ll let the two of you get—familiar. With each other. You’ll be working together more often than not,” he continues after a beat. Anakin nods distractedly, still staring at the captain; the trooper says something empty and official-sounding Anakin forgets almost immediately.

Obi-Wan leaves. The silence grows heavy and awkward almost immediately: Anakin tries and fails to find something to say. His face feels hot. He reaches for the bond, and Obi-Wan tugs at it impatiently, tucks himself away: he’s tired and exasperated and kind of laughing at Anakin, because he’s a bastard.

“So,” Anakin starts. He clears his throat. The trooper is still looking at him, very still, very stiff. He’s hard to read in the Force: Anakin could, if he tried, and the temptation is there, but so is Obi-Wan’s potential disappointment, so he doesn’t. “So. Have you been an ARC long?”

The trooper twitches.

“... no. Not really. Sir. Just a little over a month.”

He sounds defensive.

Silence falls again. Anakin wishes he could go back to fiddling with his arm.

“You can take off your helmet. If you’d like,” Anakin blurts. He just looks so—off. So new. Against the pockmarked concrete of the tarmac, against the carbon scored larties and the washed out blue of the sky, the white plasteel of his shell feels out of place. “You don’t have to. But you can.”

The trooper tilts his head at him. For a beat, for two, he just stares, hard to read, hard to understand. And then he reaches up, breaks the seal of his helmet, and there it is. His face. Brown skin, darker eyes. A shock of blond hair, unexpected, buzzed very short.

He looks young. They all do, but it hits Anakin harder this time. His jaw is still soft, his face round. There are freckles over his nose and a small, new-looking scar on his chin. When he smiles, tiny and crooked and weirdly knowing, Anakin clears his throat and looks away.

“Sergeant Seventeen has told me quite a lot about you, sir,” Captain Rex says suddenly. Anakin blinks. His face feels hot.

“Nothing good, I’m sure,” he mutters. Captain Rex’s smile widens.

It’s a good smile, on the nice side of cocky. Anakin’s staring, and he knows it. He clears his throat, looks away, and then he looks back. Captain Rex is staring right back: his gaze is steady, sharp. Reconsidering.

#maría writes #rexwalker #rexakin #word prompts

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bisamwilson · 2 years

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so i got to the bad batch episodes,,,,

#i feel like i see so much codywan and so little rex/anakin #rexakin? anirex?#look they’ve fucked is all i’m saying #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #anakin skywalker #mak watches the clone wars #rexwalker #anirex #rexakin #rex

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oceans-swim · 7 months

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hello jammers. Rex and Anakin for the ship bingo? fucked up guys

YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ,, ok you can but turnabout is fair play

#broo i'm #they're so complicated nobody else gets it #maybe the heart shaped pool of blood one too tbh #rexakin #<is that it? idk #star wars #oceans waves #MAYBE T4T AS WELL ..#i hadnt thought it about them before now but honestly real

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arkainea1911 · 2 years

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Hey everyone! Thank you for dropping by my writing blog! I hope you enjoy yourself, and please feel free to message me at anytime! I always love to hear from people. It might take a minute, but I will get back to you!!

Prompts and request are open!!

If you have a prompt or request for a fic idea I'm all ears! I'll try to do or get as close as I can to what you ask, but they are some things not comfortable with and will tell you if that's the case.

Warning!!!

I do write fics that are sexual in nature and have tried my best to mark them as such and while I can't stop underage people from reading my work, please DNI if you are underage! It makes hella uncomfortable, and seriously I'm 31 and old as shit I'll bore you with my new-found love of appliances and random facts that I learn from my bf who never stops talking.

I do plan to finish all my long-running series and AU's at some point, but my brain will come up with what it wants, so I have no idea when that will happen.

SFW

Codywan (Cody/Obi-wan Kenobi)

All That You Mean to Me

The Undiscovered Husband

Ca'nara Brokar Gaa'taylir Ner Runi

Rexakin (Rex/Anakin Skywalker)

A Little Domesticity (or whatever counts as it)

What Keeps Me in The Light

Kar'taylir Darasuum Echoy'la

Reader Insert

In the Eyes of the Emperor (Sith Obi-wan Kenobi/ Female Reader)

Rhythm of My Heart (Obi-wan Kenobi/ Female Reader)

Under a Violet Moon (Ruler Obi-wan Kenobi/ Female Reader)

When We Came into Each Other's World (Darth Maul/ Female)

If Only For One Night (Gree/ Female Reader)

Letters of Love (Continuation of If Only For One Night)

When a Sith Dreams of a Jedi (Darth Maul/ Female Jedi Reader)

A Tender Touch (Wolffe/ Reader)

Castles of Light Create Dark Shadows (Ruler Obi-wan Kenobi/ Female Reader)

A Sugar Trap (Prince Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia Skywalker, Reader)

Pop-up Short Stories

Rhythm of the Night (Obi-wan Kenobi/ Female character)

Deep in the Halls (Sith Obi-wan Kenobi/ Female OC)

A Galaxy of Bubbles (Darth Vader/ Firmus Piett/ Female OC [platonic])

As Long As I Burned, He was Safe (Firmus Piett/Darth Vader)

When He Burned, So did I (Firmus Piett/Darth Vader)

As I Watched HIm Burn, He Sealed My Heart (Firmus Piett/Darth Vader)

Don't Give Up on Me (Firmus Piett/Darth Vader)

A Lover's Tomb (Firmus Piett/Darth Vader)

The Wanderer (Rex/ Reader)

What Could Never Be (Darth Maul/ Rex/ Reader)

A Soulmark's Vow (Anakin Skywalker/ Female Reader)

A Soulmarks Affidavit (Continuation of A Soulmark's Vow)

One Wish (Rex/Darth Vader)

A Dumb Master (Jedi Maul/ Obi-wan Kenobi)

Working Hard or Hardly Working (Rex/Anakin Skywalker)

Miscellaneous

My Moonlite Angel (Luke/ kinda Female OC)

Her Nails are Calling (Plo Koon/ Woffle/ Female OC)

Whore of the Empire

To be A Chrisom or A Cerement (Cody/ Darth Vader)

Obi-wan's Apprentice (But Not Really)

NSFW

Codywan (Cody/Obi-Wan)

His Heart and His Obsession (Complete)

First Time with A Darth Lord

The Mobster's Lover

Rexakin (Rex/Anakin)

Of The Things You Do to Me

Gods I want you (your fantasies are enticing)

I'll take what I want (with your permission, of course)

A Simple Little Date (The First of Many Such Things)

An Omega's Blight

Love, Unending.

The Lover's Game

Plo Koon/ Wolffe

A Simple Touch

Mace/Ponds

For The Fun of the Game

Reader Insert

Cold But Kind (Moff Tarkin/ Female Reader)

Lips of Blood (Palpatine / Female Reader)

Capture The Eyes of a Sith (or two) (Prince Obi-wan Kenobi/ Emperor Darth Maul/ Female Reader)

Oh, My Starlight! (Emperor Anakin Skywalker/ Female Reader)

To Desire A Killer (Armitage Hux/ Female Reader)

Miscellaneous

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. (Cody/Darth Maul)

Mate & Bond (Darth Maul/ Gar Saxon)

A Darth's Desire (Sith Obi-wan Kenobi/ Rex)

An Effortless Evening (Anakin Skywalker / Padme Amidala)

A Night to Remember (Darth Vader/ Firmus Piett/ Female OC)

The Emperor's Collection (Emperor Obi-wan Kenobi/ Clones)

Their Nails and Claws are Calling (Sequel to Her Nails are Calling)

A Story in the Life of Thrass ( All OC Character)

Pop-up Smut Stories

Cravings & Lust (Firmus Piett/Darth Vader)

Vader's De-Stressor (Rex/ Darth Vader)

Music to My Music (Hunter/Echo)

A Late Night Coupling (Wreaker/Echo)

Agony & Ecstasy (Darth Vader/ Darth Maul)

Lips of Blood (Sheev Palpatine/Female OC)

Mate & Bond (Darth Maul/ Gar Saxon)

Waking Desires with Morning Eyes (Armitage Hux/ Female Reader)

Ongoing Series

The Emperor & The Warrior (Emperor Obi-wan/ Female Reader)

The Commander, The Captain & The Girl (Vader/Piett/ Female OC) (Part 1 - 8 up)

His Soul & His Passion (Rex/ Sith Anakin Skywalker)

Vader's Harem

Companion of The Sith (Emperor Anakin Skywalker/ Empress Padme Amidala/ Female Reader) (Darth Maul/ Female Reader)

Lord Vader & Lady Thrawn

Random Fics By Two Random People

Completed Series

The Lost One, Found Again (Emperor Obi-wan Kenobi/ Reader)

Earn What You Desire (Emperor Obi-wan Kenobi/ Reader)

His Heart and His Obsession (Cody / Sith Obi-wan Kenobi)

Other Works

The Fate of The Burned (Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/ Female Reader)

A Lesson in Seduction (Brock Samson/Rusty)

My Mortal (Original Story)

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ahsoka-its-all-of-us · 1 year

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OMG I JUST DISCOVERED I HAVE POLLS SO OBVIOUSLY IMMA NEED TO TEST THIS WITH S VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION

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sourfacedlemon · 8 months

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"nerfherders of the galaxy"

Gifted to me for the 2023 Smut Wars Exchange!

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CT-7567| Rex/Anakin Skywalker/Ahsoka Tano

Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-6116 | Kix

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post Series, Implied Jesse/Maul, just a little bit

Collections: 2023 Smut Wars Exchange

Words: 2,772

Chapters: 1/1

#star wars #the clone wars #sw fic rec #by lemon #captain rex #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #rexsokakin #rexsoka #rexakin #anasoka #smutwars2023 #not safe for whales #citrus scale: lemon

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sihirbazi · 7 months

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the absolute need to babygirlify anakin and rex after that last episode of the ahsoka show...

#captain rex #anakin skywalker #rexwalker #rexakin #star wars the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #sihirbaz art

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fanditty · 7 months

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Some older doodles from a class. It was my first time drawing either of them in my style so they’re a little wonky 😭

#art #fanart #sketches #Star Wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw #rexwalker #star wars rex #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #captain Rex #the clone wars #rexakin #rex x anakin #Anakin x rex #sw anakin #sw Rex

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the-gods-dam-snack-bar · 1 year

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Beauty and The Best, Rex x Anakin au.

OBI-WAN HAS TO BE LUMIERE

I MEAN HE FUCKEN IS HIM

#rex x anakin #rexakin #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast au #star wars #tcw

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aces-to-apples · 1 year

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Working in a bar with like 17 different tvs displaying different sportsball games at all times is really making me want to write rexakin bromance where during downtime anakin likes to torture rex by informing him how badly his bolo-ball teams are losing at inopportune moments. Like rex is doing Very Important Captain things and anakin will just pop his head around a corner to yell "alderaan is down by fourteen!" and rex will whip around in the middle of his sentence to shout "fUCK YOURSELF, IT'S ONLY THE SECOND QUARTER!" then try to go back to what he was doing like he's not a complete fuckin maniac. (Despite being from the outer rim, anakin very crucially calls it "limmie" when rex is around just to annoy him further.)

#sw fic ideas #by apples #star wars #the clone wars #captain rex #anakin skywalker #not enough people actually commit to anakin and rex being proper Friends imo #and a crucial part of friendship is sometimes deliberately getting Sport Shit 'wrong' just for the hell of it lmao

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thejediandthemandalorian · 1 year

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WIP WEDNESDAY!!!!

I'm in a rush because I thought about doing this earlier and then completely forgot and now there's only...less than thirty minutes left of Wednesday!!! AHHHHHH!!!

Anyways here's an excerpt from my most recent work that I'm very excited to get to a point to share.

He was exhausted and the cold had long since seeped into his bones. More importantly, he had just spent a week and a half with just General Skywalker and Rex and General Kenobi were a sight for sore eyes. Moreso the General than Rex, but he wouldn’t tell his brother that.

General Kenobi looked rather relieved to see both of them, but Cody thought he could still see some concern in his soft blue gaze. He had on a large, warm looking coat that matched Skywalker’s in all but color. The hood was pulled up over his red hair that usually reflected the sun in a way that made him look regal. There was a frown on his face and Cody watched as he glanced at General Skywalker, assessing the damage his former apprentice had taken.

“Rex, would you be so kind as to help Anakin to the medbay, and make sure he doesn’t try to take any detours.” General Kenobi said in a fond voice, a small smile playing at his lips.

A small that Cody dreamed about. It was an image burned into his mind, appearing everytime he closed his eyes. He’d spent so long lying to himself, telling himself he didn’t care what the lips that made that smile felt like. The General’s smile was something he always wanted to see, feel, touch, and taste and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Cody strode forwards towards General Kenobi. There was one thing on his mind and nothing was going to get in his way. With a single motion he ripped off his helmet and tossed it on the ground. When he reached the General, he didn’t stop. Instead he crashed his lips into General Kenobi’s own, finally getting the answer to his question.

“Cody?”

“Obi-Wan?”

The voices were nothing but a whisper in the distance as Cody closed off all his senses to everything but the man before him. He was breaking countless rules right now, but he didn’t care. He was kissing General Kenobi.

The lips under his were soft and slightly chapped. Most importantly they were warm. Oh so warm. Cody could no longer feel the cold in his bones because he was kissing General Kenobi and it warmed every part of him. Fireworks went off in his stomach when unexpectedly, the General began kissing back.

Wrapping his arms around the General he pulled him closer, everything about him was warm. Moments later he felt fingers in his cursedly regulation length hair and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have those fingers pulling it to just the right side of painful.

Those thoughts were cut off by General Kenobi tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss even more. Cody couldn’t tell which one of them moaned but the sound escaped one of them. He felt a warm tongue barely flick against his lips and he wanted nothing more than to indulge this further, but he couldn’t right now. In fact, he needed to come up for air because somewhere along the way he must’ve stopped breathing.

Cody pulled away and inhaled deeply, staring into Kenobi’s soft blue eyes. Those eyes alone could keep him warm even on this icy planet.

“Never leave me alone on a mission with this di’kut ever again.” Cody said before turning and picking up his helmet.

When he chanced a glance at his General and Rex he couldn’t help but smirk. General Skywalker stood there with one arm wrapped around Rex’s shoulders and his mouth agape. Rex still had his helmet on but Cody could tell his jaw was probably hitting the floor right now. He only noticed Rex’s free hand covering General Skywalker’s eyes when the General reached up and tried to move them so he could see.

What a sight they were. Cody held his helmet under one arm and saluted General Skywalker before turning back to General Kenobi. The man was bright red, though he could use the cold as an explanation. Cody took a step forward and the General, who appeared almost dazed, leaned in to try and kiss Cody again. Before he had the chance, Cody held up a hand to stop him and took a side step. General Kenobi stumbled and snapped out of his daze only to look confused as Cody put his helmet back on.

“If you’d all excuse me, I have to go report myself to the GAR.” Cody gave General Kenobi a salute before walking on board the ship.

He was absolutely going to be decommissioned after this.

Anyways hope you enjoyed this little Codywan except. I was gonna add a read more under the cut thing but I forgot how to do that and I'm panicking that it's almost not Wednesday. So sorry not sorry!!

#star wars #commander cody #codywan #obi wan #wip wednesday #wip #anakin skywalker #captain rex #cc 2224 #ct 7567 #rexwalker #rexakin #ahhhh i just love this except so much #its my favorite one right now!!!

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cabezadeperro · 11 months

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Hi! How about nightmares (or flashbacks) with Rex/Anakin?

hello! this is pretty late and it's kind of. well! it's very my brand of rexakin, for better or worse lmao. i hope you like it ❤️

T, ~1.8k

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The darkness inside the tent is heavy and damp. Rex blinks, blind and still half-asleep, and shifts and resettles on the thin cot. It’s still raining, and something drips close to his head, rainwater hitting the tarp on the ground with a hollow noise. The general is still asleep. Rex can see shoulders, the back of his head. He’s mumbling under his breath, his voice hoarse and low. Rex closes his eyes again. He can feel sleep tugging at him with clawed fingers—it’s not the first time the general’s dreams wake him up. He’d feel annoyed if he didn’t know Rex’s nightmares wake Skywalker almost as often. By now, the dance is one Rex knows well—he sighs, tired and hurting, and rolls on his narrow cot, tugging at the scratchy blanket when it slips from his shoulders. His feet are cold, and so is his nose: Rex sighs, thinking longingly of his dry, warm quarters on the Negotiator, and then he’s falling asleep again, rainwater and the general’s mumbles like white noise, following him into his dreams.

The general calls for him in dreams. Rex shifts, pulls his blanket higher, tighter—it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, and Rex doesn’t quite know how he feels about that.

The general looks like death warmed over. He’s sitting at the back of the mess, cradling a tin cup full of steaming caf and staring into it blankly. Rex pauses while he’s filling up his tray from the droid station. The mess is mostly empty: there are two medics on their off shift sitting at a table closer to the entrance, and that’s about it.

Rex knows the general likes him around. They’ve moved beyond the first few months of their acquaintance—they’ve left behind both Rex’s stiffness and most of the general’s blunt awkwardness. When Rex takes a seat on the bench opposite his, the general barely blinks. There are dark rings under his eyes, the white bloodshot. He’s lost weight again, and his hair hangs greasy and fizzy in the humidity. He’s wearing his heavy brown robes over his tunic, and the nails of his flesh hand have a by-now familiar blue tint. His first two knuckles are raw, barely scabbed over—when they left the command tent the general left in the direction of the make-shift landing pad at the back of the camp. He’s still dripping wet, shivering slightly under his sodden robes.

He’s content to let Rex eat in silence. This is easy: Rex feels himself relaxing, his attention on his food, the general focused on his caf. He probably has yet to eat anything—he never does after a nightmare.

Guilt is worn-thin and useless. It also feels—it’s been three years of this. Of the general’s nightmares, of Rex as their silent, powerless witness. Rex knows, by now, how this thing goes. He nudges the general’s foot under the table, and when Skywalker blinks and looks up at him, he smiles. After a beat, the general smiles back. It makes him look younger and softer.

“Heard the boys talking about last month’s leave,” Rex says. The general hums in reply. He takes a sip of his caf and makes a face.

“I talked to Obi-Wan earlier. He said we should expect to be back on Coruscant in three weeks, after we’re done here,” Skywalker replies. He places his mug back on the bench, but doesn’t let go of it.

Rex lifts his eyebrows. He’ll believe that the moment he finds himself on 79’s, cold beer in hand, and not a second earlier. The general snorts. He smiles, crooked and warm, and looks away.

“I know,” he says. “I guess—I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Or something.”

“Of course, sir,” Rex replies. They fall back into silence. Rex rolls his right shoulder: he hurt it a few years ago, back on Kamino, and now and then it bothers him. The weather doesn’t help. He won’t be sorry to leave this wet, ugly mudball behind.

“Your shoulder again?” the general asks. Rex blinks and looks up at him from what’s left of his rations. He shrugs.

“Yeah. Yes. The damp,” Rex explains. He clears his throat and looks away. He didn’t quite expect the general to notice, but Skywalker is staring at him, blue eyes worried. “It’s nothing.”

Silence descends upon them. Rex finishes his food, and the general makes his way through the cup of caf. He doesn’t like it much: he only drinks it when he needs to keep himself awake, or when he’s feeling cold, like now.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable—they have been through a lot, Rex and his general. It’s getting harder to remember him as he used to be: time, and experience, and pain, and—everything else. It’s getting harder to remember time exists: Rex feels as if they existed in a single tense, the present instant stretching out forever both into the future and into the past. They are what they do, nothing more and nothing else. For the first time in a while, Rex finds himself missing General Kenobi. He has always known what to do about his padawan’s weird moods.

He also misses—the commander. It’s been a couple months, but Rex keeps catching himself, keeps finding himself looking for her. She used to spend hours in the mess, every time they had one: she liked the company and she liked the space. Back when homework was still a thing that happened, that’s where Rex used to find her, very early in the morning or very late into the night, datapads all around her.

The general clears his throat, and Rex blinks. He was staring: Skywalker tilts his head at him in question, and Rex shrugs.

“Apologies, sir. I was just—thinking,” he explains.

Skywalker is eyeing what’s left of Rex’s polystarch. Rex rolls his eyes and lets him have it, accepts what’s left of his caf in return.

“About what?”

The general’s gloved fingers start methodically pulling the polystarch apart. Rex looks away and shrugs again.

“Nothing,” he says. “Just—about time. I guess.”

Rex knows better than to try and talk about the commander with him. Her absence has its own weight, its own orbit—Rex knows better than to allow himself to get caught in it. Even if he misses her, even if he wishes she were back, even if the unfairness of the way she was treated makes him angry in an ugly, complicated way he doesn’t quite know what to do about.

“Do you ever think about the future, Rex?”

Rex blinks.

“Not really,” he replies, too honest, too fast. He swallows. He didn’t mean to say that. He smiles, tries and fails to find something else to say, something that will make the general stop looking at him like this, knowing and heavy and sad. “Too busy trying not to die, I guess.”

The general looks away. He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t go along with Rex’s crooked smile.

“I do,” Skywalker says instead. “Probably more than I should.”

Rex doesn’t know what that means. A part of him can’t help but think that that’s the main difference between them: Anakin Skywalker was gifted with the possibility of a future, and Rex was not.

The general finds him when Rex’s about to mount his speeder. He’s wearing pilot overalls, his bucket in his gloved hand, his lightsaber out of place where it hangs from his belt. He grabs Rex by the arm, stops him, and then he just stares at him, tired eyes troubled.

Rex shifts, uncomfortable and impatient, heart beating hard within his chest.

“Sir—” he starts. The general shakes himself. He lets go of Rex, steps away.

“Your shoulder,” he begins. He licks his lips. “Just. Be careful with it.”

And then he’s leaving, long legs eating the distance between Rex and his fighter, and The General is back on, joking with the pilots and grinning wildly under the heavy grey sky.

The general has a cup of caf waiting for him when Rex leaves the med tent. He’s sitting on his unmade cot, dripping rainwater on the sheets, overalls around his waist. Rex stops by the entrance, blinking in the sudden dark, and for a beat they just look at each other.

The upper part of his armour is already there, in a crate by the door. Rex steps around it gingerly. He’ll have to replace the back plate.

The blaster shot didn’t quite go through: Rex hurts, and he just earned himself a very ugly, very impressive new scar, but he’ll live. He should be fine in a couple of days. Plus cleaned the burn, slapped a bacta patch on it, and then sent him on his way.

It was pure dumb luck. He was trying to get over a downed speeder, and his arm buckled from under him. The stray shot caught him while he fought against gravity and the sucking mud and his own failing body: Rex didn’t quite notice he had been hit until later.

He has to get out of his sodden blacks, but the mere thought of bending down to do that makes him tired. Rex grabs the caf from the closed lid of his locker and pauses on his way to his own cot. The general is staring at him, elbows on his thighs and wet hair in his eyes.

“Told you to be careful with your shoulder,” he says, his voice hoarse. Rex huffs.

He really did.

Rex takes a seat on the general’s bed, shoulder to shoulder. The general shifts closer, and Rex allows it.

“I saw it. I—I dreamed about you,” Skywalker says. Rex blinks. He takes a sip of caf. It’s too hot, and it hurts as it goes down his throat. Rex scrapes his tender tongue against his teeth and says nothing. “I knew it wasn’t a dream.”

It’s raining again. The noise as it hits the tarp ceiling of their tent is deafening.

“I’m fine,” Rex says. The caf is bitter, still too hot: it’s the warmest thing in the tent, in the whole wide world. Rex clears his throat. “It was just a stray shot, sir.”

The general scoffs.

Rex knows what he’d do if Anakin Skywalker was anyone else. He doesn’t quite know what he’s supposed to do when it’s him. He sits in silence and drinks his damn caf and lets the pain of the burn on his back move through him.

The general isn’t looking at him, but Rex can feel the weight of his regard. It’s—it’s smothering. That’s the word: Anakin Skywalker’s attention has its own texture, its own weight. Rex risks a glance at him, and not for the first time he’s shaken by how normal and young he looks. He’s tired and too thin, with a bruise high up on his cheekbone and dry, cracking lips. He stares at the dark with troubled eyes, gaze far away, and his arm where Rex’s shoulder touches him is warm. When he turns to look at Rex, Rex stares right back. His eyes are tired, the blue very dark, and Rex doesn’t know how to tell him that he shouldn’t care about Rex. That it’s not how it works. That he doesn’t—not really.

“It was just a stray shot, sir,” he repeats instead

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