Married to the Captain

Perhaps a combination of all the above.

A smile cracked over half a laugh before she bit down on the inappropriate response and turned to address a sudden, convenient beeping from one of the consoles nearby.

A moment to compose herself, and then:

“…”

Part II of Malfunction. Both you and Rex have managed to keep quiet about your developing feelings, mostly because you’ve hardly seen each other since getting back to Coruscant. But now you’re both due to ship out for the same planet….

Wordcount: 1800

Warnings: Injuries/battles, swearing

You pause before the huge doors, taking a steadying breath. Oh Force, this is awkward. Your hand hovers over the metal, but you can’t make yourself knock. You’ve just decided on walking away when a voice from within says, “Come in.”

Your heartbeat jumps into your throat. Of course he’d know you’re there. Still hesitant, you push the door open and step into the darkened room. 

Master Windu’s meditating, his back to you and his eyes closed; he doesn’t turn around when he speaks. “Something troubling you, young one?”

“I’m not so young anymore,” you say with a faint smile. “And yes, Master, you’re right.”

“Hm.” He doesn’t open his eyes, but lifts one eyebrow. “It’s not so long ago you were my Padawan. It isn’t too difficult to sense when you’re upset.”

You sigh, scuffing at the floor with one boot. “Astute as ever, Master. I suppose I’m just….confused.”

“How so?”

“I just…well, I’ve been here since I was little.” He doesn’t reply, so you go on. “And I’ve always understood the ‘no attachments’ rule. Makes sense. It’s never bothered me….”

“Until now,” Master Windu finishes. He opens his eyes and stands up, regarding you thoughtfully. You almost feel like a Padawan again. “You haven’t actually broken the rules, have you?”

“No!” Your face goes hot, and you look away, trying not to think of Rex. “No, of course not.” Technically it isn’t a lie; that kiss was for safety reasons.

“I wouldn’t worry,” he says finally. “You’re simply seeing what you can’t have for the first time. It’s completely normal, and it will pass.”

“You sure?” You can’t help but sound wistful.

He lifts one eyebrow. “Are you questioning your old master?”

“Apparently so,” you return with a grin. “Thanks for the help, Master Windu.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder. “One more thing, my old Padawan - I would advise you to avoid….whomever has made you notice these feelings.” He clears his throat. “At least until they pass, it’s probably safer for everyone involved.”

Ignoring the sudden pang in your heart, you nod. “That’s a good idea, Master. Thank you.”

…..

The sound of blaster cannon outside the shelter jolts you out of your reverie.You duck down lower behind the boulder wall and curse under your breath. It’s so damn cold back here. Everything’s gone horribly and you can’t do a thing about it. Not even Anakin can do anything about that many droids pinning you down.

Prompt: “ I would love to see one with Captain rex! Maybe he is trying to hide his feelings for duty but just can’t any longer. Thanks.”

((Sorry this is so short, guys! For some reason I had trouble getting into character with Rex. Let me know if you have any tips to help me improve with writing him! I hope y’all like it.))

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As a Senator, you hated every moment the galaxy spent at war. It pained you to see the Separatists attacking the planets that you called allis, and with every passing day you dreaded their inevitable attack of your home planet.

There was one good thing about your situation, though, in that you were able to work alongside Captain Rex of the Republic army to prepare the city for the attack. You’d gotten to know the Captain quite well; the two of you had met years ago, and every now and then you got to see each other again due to your political activeness. Once he served as your guard during dangerous negotiations; another time, you were caught in the crossfire of a battle on Naboo. If it hadn’t been for him getting you to safety during that battle, you would have died for sure. Now, he was back in your life after finding out the Separatists were planning to attack your world’s capital.

“Senator, might I suggest that we set up troops around the western border of the city? The droid army will most likely approach from both the east and west to block us in, but if we meet them both ways head-on, we should be able to stop them from bottlenecking us,” he reasoned, bending over a map of the city and pointing to the areas he was talking about.

You smiled and nodded your head. “Of course, Captain. Your judgement always seems to be correct in these matters,” you replied.

Rex smiled warmly at you, and you thought you could just see a hint of a blush on his tanned cheeks. “Well… Thank you, Senator.”

“Please,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me (Y/N)?”

He chuckled. “Alright, alright. (Y/N) it is.”

Your heart fluttered upon hearing his accented voice say your name, and you mentally berated yourself for having such feelings for the Captain. He didn’t feel the same way, you were sure. And, if he did, he wouldn’t ever act on them. His job was his life, just like you.

Commander Cody walked in at that time, removing his helmet. “Hello, Senator (Y/L/N),” he smiled. Glancing at his fellow clone, he smirked. “Now, why am I not surprised to find you two together?”

The blush that was already on Rex’s cheeks grew, and he glared at his friend. “Cody,” he growled warningly.

“What? A blind man could see that you two-”

“Cody,” Rex repeated angrily. “Don’t you have something you needed to tell General Skywalker?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Cody shook his head. “No, I don’t recall-”

“Well, you do,” Rex interrupted. “So why don’t you go do that? Now?” He pushed Cody towards the door, grumbling under his breath once the commander was out of the room.

“What was that about,” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the clone.

“N-nothing,” he stuttered, running a hand through his short hair.

“You’re blushing, Captain,” you grinned, stepping closer.

He sighed, knowing he couldn’t talk himself out of this. “I’m sorry, Senator. Cody just likes giving me a hard time because I…”

“Because you… What?”

“Well,” he said, looking at the floor. “Because I… I like you. In a way that’s not professional. I’m sorry; I don’t want to make you uncom-”

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling. “I like you, too, Rex. Don’t worry about it,” you giggled.

“Really?” A smile was spreading slowly across his cheeks. “You do?”

“Mhmm. I have for a while,” you confessed.

He tilted his head to the side, studying your face. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I was afraid you’d-”

Now it was your turn to be interrupted as he leaned down and pressed an innocent kiss to your lips, pulling back after a second. “Sorry, (Y/N), I’ve just wanted to do that for a while,” he said sheepishly. Your grin grew, and you shook your head.

“No need to apologize,” you laughed. “I’ve wanted that for a while, too.”

He hesitated for a moment before taking your hand. “Maybe, once we’re done planning the counter-attack, we could…go to dinner? Together?”

Anakin never had siblings on Tatooine, but as soon as he met you at the Jedi Temple he understood. Though slightly younger, you were immediately kind to him, the outsider, and helped him catch up with his studies and techniques. In return, he became somewhat of a big brother to you-much to the masters’ chagrin. Between teasing each other, you taught him meditation methods and he taught you mechanics; you helped him make friends and he scared off anyone who dare bully you-not that you needed it. Soon, the pair of you moved from younglings to padawans, and you confided in each other when your masters angered you. Training under Mace Windu and him with Obi-Wan Kenobi meant you didn’t see each other much, but many hours were spent on holocalls. The two of you told each other everything: from bad force-vision to brushes to the dark side. You knew about Padme and what happened to his mother, and he knew about your grievances with the Jedi code (and usually agreed with you).

Soon, you both graduated into Jedi Knights (and got rid of the god-awful ponytails), you spent more time together. You were there when Ahsoka arrived, and offered your advice- and plenty to Anakin. The 501st called you the “unofficial 2nd General”. The War made things difficult, but you and Anakin were each others’ constant. You tittered over each other’s injuries, shared reckless strategies, and laughed at each other’s less serious failures. There wasn’t one thing Anakin didn’t know about you (or so he thought), and it was all too easy to sense changes in your emotion. ~~~~~~~~

“You’re conflicted.” The slightly older Jedi said teasingly (to mask concern) as he sat down across from you, in the Resolute’s mess hall. “I could feel it from the war room.”

“And you’ve been conflicted since you were nine, you nerf-herder.” You snipped back, force-throwing your ration bar at his head. He caught it easily and took a big bite out of it, smiling with a mouthful of your dinner. You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, sand-boy.”

“Hey, the sand thing is a real problem it’s-“ he started but you matched him easily.

“Coarse, Rough, Irritating and it gets everywhere,” you chorused with him, smirking, “Yes, I remember.”

“Anyways, what’s got you in a tizzy?” He asked, switching back to the original conversation, “What, thought I’d forget?”

“Usually the sand thing works.” You shrugged, returning to silence as you picked at the ration-bar he had returned.

“Out with it, (Y/N/N).”

“I’ve… developed… un-Jedi like attachments… for someone.” You struggled for words. You eyes going over Anakin’s head to the jaig-eyed Captain in line for caf. Oblivious as ever, Anakin missed your lovey eyes and went into a quiet spill on how the no-attachments rule was more detrimental than good. You tuned him out and thought about your Captain.

“(Y/N),” Anakin laughed, snapping you back to the conversation, “You got this dopey little smile going on, so I really don’t think your listening to my intellectual conversation on the subtle mental abuse of the Jedi order on the younglings.”

You just blushed.~~~~~~~

It was in the middle of a gruesome battle when you were injured. A stray blaster bolt meant for Anakin buried itself in your side, and in your distraction three more followed into your body.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled, not even hearing Rex do the same, “‘Soka, cover us!”

Both of your boys were at your side in an instant, not even paying attention to the other. Rex was yelling into his comms unit for a medic, and Anakin was trying to get you to respond to him.

“Hold on, (Y/N/N), you’re gonna be alright.” Anakin muttered, trying to tame seething anger as you groaned in pain. Finally, he registered Rex beside you as the captain yelled a few curses.

“Captain?” He questioned, but Rex didn’t bother with formalities.

“Our medics can’t get here. Coric is at base and Kix is down right now.” He growled. In the general’s frustration, neither of them noticed a droid levitate and crumple behind them.

“I’ll take her.” They said in unison as Ahsoka called back to them.

“Master, I could use some support!”

Anakin thought for a moment, focusing in on your paling face, “Take her, keep her safe.” ~~~~~

Two hours later, the battle was finished thanks to Anakin basically cutting through anything not clone. He was merciless and Ahsoka had quietly called him out a few times; he didn’t listen. He didn’t stop until the separatist base was a flaming debris pile. He wasn’t calm until he was back the republic hold, and talking your condition with Coric.

“She’s awake and stable. Rex hasn’t left her once.” Coric finished. The Jedi nodded, and left the medic at the entrance of the med bay to go see you. What he found shocked him.

Instead of the Captain standing of sitting at a respectful distance, you were curled up into him. Foreheads presses together, Rex was stroking your hair, your hands on his face. Suddenly, everything clicked and the general flashed through many emotions at once. Sensing the emotional distress, you proved yourself away from the Captain.

“Anakin,” you started, “Don’t be mad.”

Skywalker stopped you, “Are you happy?”

You nodded, lacing your fingers into Rex’s, “He’s the only one besides you that makes me feel at peace.”

“Then, I couldn’t be mad.” He sighed, his robotic hand taking your other hand. His hard expression returned as he turned to the Captain.

“Rex?” He started, voice firm. You felt your lover tense as he answered.

“Yes, sir?”

“If you ever hurt her, you’re gonna have an unfortunate accident and they’ll never find your body. Understood?” He threatened. The captain’s eyes widened, but you elbowed your ‘brother’ in the ribs.

“Shut it, Sandy.” ___________________________

Imagine Rex asking you to marry him

          Warnings : Slavery, mentions of torture

          Words : 2051

A/N : This takes place during the Zygerrian Slavers Arc. I planned on having this out Friday but I don’t get to spend much time with my boyfriend and he was off this weekend so I spent it with him. I’m also still working on everyone’s requests and they’ll be out soon. Anyways… Enjoy!! 😘

        “Please explain to me why I have to go undercover as a slave if Ahsoka is already going as one?”

        “Whining is ill-suited for you, (Y/N).” Obi-Wan chuckled from the other side of the changing screen.

        “You’ll be to recognizable in the Zygerrian armor. It’s only made for men.” Anakin reminded you, trying and failing to disguise the laughter in his voice.

        “Okay… But seriously-” You stomped from behind the screen. “Did you have to find the most revealing outfit, Anakin!” You glare down at the slaves garb they were asking you to wear. The ensemble left nothing to the imagination, leaving most of your arms, torso, and legs exposed. You could feel both of their eyes trailing down your body in curiosity. There had only been one person to ever see this much of you, and you felt embarrassed to have someone else’ eyes other than his on you.

        “Wow…” Was all Obi-Wan could say. Anakin wolf-whistled with a laugh.

        “Say anything Skywalker and I will not hesitate to put my lightsaber through you.” You hissed.

        “I was just gonna say that your missing your jewelry.” He held out a box for you. You snatched it out of his hands.

        “Go change. I’ll watch the controls.” You grumbled while attempting to figure out how to put on the headdress.

        “Rex should be back in a minute to help.” Obi-Wan called over his shoulder and the two Jedi and Ahsoka left the room to change.

        It took a minute, but you finally wrestled the jewels into place.

        “What are you wearing?” A soft voice almost growled behind you. Whipping around, you gasped as Rex stepped into the cockpit, dressed in the Zygerrian armor. You could almost feel the burn of his gaze as his eyes dragged down from your face, to in between your cleavage, and across your stomach. He quickly stepped up to you and brushed his fingers down your side. You shivered slightly and ran your hand up him arm to cup his cheek.

        “I don’t like the idea of anybody seeing you in this… Much less slaver scum.” He murmured and kissed your palm.

        “I know lover.” Sighing, you lifted your chin and Rex leaned down and kissed you slowly.

        “We shouldn’t be doing this here.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against yours. You went to give him another kiss when you heard talking around the corner. Rex kissed to quickly before jumping into the co-pilot seat. You pretended to be fixing your outfit as Obi-Wan and Anakin walked in wearing similar armor to Rex. Behind them walked Ahsoka.

        “That’s not even that bad!” You complained looking at Ahsoka’s outfit.

        “Well she’s a child slave.” Obi-Wan reminded and you groaned again.

        “Just stick to the plan.” Anakin reminded as the ship jumped out of hyperspace.

        “Which one? Plan A or B.” You smiled when Rex chuckled.

—–

        “Prove to me that you are slaver! Swing that whip or die beside him!” The Zygerrian Queen demanded to Anakin. You could see Anakin say something quickly to Obi-Wan.

        “You leave me no choice, Highness.” Anakin saluted and swung the whip at one of the guards. R2-D2 launched Anakin’s and Obi-Wan’s lightsabers down to them. The astromech turned and shot yours at you and you left the guards and the Queen to Ahsoka, jumping down into the arena with the other two Jedi. You helped them reflect the blaster shots from the guards in the balcony’s

        Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Rex and a Zygerrian guard fell. Luckily, Rex landed on the guard, avoiding most of the impact with the ground.

        You called out his name and ran over to him. Rex started to sit up and when you were just a few feet from him, incredible pain racked through your body. You cried out and grabbed the slave collar around your neck as it shocked you. You faintly heard Rex call your name and his fingers brushed against yours before everything went black.

—–

        The heat was stifling and sweat rolled down you back and you lifted the shovel again, adding another scoop of coal to the cart. You muscles ached and you glanced to your right at Rex. His face was set in a determined glare, focused on the labor in front of him. As if feeling your gaze, his eyes shifted over to you quickly. His face softened and he gave you sad smile, making your heart almost break.

        You wished that he could just throw down the shovel and hold you, regardless of the consequences.

        “Everything about this place is designed to shatter the will.” Obi-Wan stated off hand, taking a break from the work. “It had already begun to affect these poor people.” He barely finished when a whip cracked him across his collar, making him flinch.

        “Speech is forbidden!” A guard snapped.

        “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Obi-Wan quickly apologized and tried to get back to work.

        Everything after that happened to fast. A guard started to whip the Governor while another hit Obi-Wan in the collar with an electro-rod. A third guard jabbed Rex in the stomach making him collapse on the ground. You dropped to your knee and placed your hand over his stomach, wishing for someway to ease his pain. Panting hard, Rex slid his hand over yours and leaned back into you.

        The both of you watched in horror as the confrontation came to end. Rex shifted to look back at you quickly. You ran a hand over the  back of his head, letting him know you were there and okay. He turned back to Obi-Wan and the three of you sat in silence for a moment before slowly getting back to work.

—–

        Before today, you had always thought the Jedi training had been laborious. Now your whole body ached and you were freezing. You never had the chance to change out of the slaves outfit. You wrapped your arms around your knees and pulled them to your chest.

        “Are you okay?”

        You turned slightly to Rex who was laying on the top bunk behind you. You leaned back again the pole separating the hard bunks, shivering.

        “I’m…” The word fine got stuck in your throat and you sighed. “I’m cold. And mediation isn’t helping to take my mind off all this.” You muttered, eyeing the guards movements. Rex shifted to were he was leaning against the pole also, letting your shoulders brush. “I’ve never been this terrified before.” You admitted.“Not very Jedi like…” You mused ruefully.

        “Well I think the other things we do together would be considered un-Jedi like also.” Rex joked lightly. You smiled softly. “And by that standard, I’m bad at being a clone.”

        “I wouldn’t trade it though.” Rex reached a hand behind his back and ran a gloved finger across your lower back. You sighed, oddly content. “I love you, Rex.” You reached behind you and weaved your fingers in his the best you could.

        “I love you too kar'ta bal runi*.” Rex sighed and leaned his head back against yours.

        “This is where we’ll die, isn’t it?” The morbid thought had been going through your head all day. Rex’s grip on your fingers tightened.

        “Not if I can help it, (Y/N).” He declared. You could almost feel his determination. “I won’t let you, or the General, or any of the Togruto die if  I can help it.” Your heart almost melted at his protectiveness.

        “Always the brave soldier.” You tease lightly, tears forming in your eyes. You sniffed and rubbed them away. “What keeps you so determined?”

        “There’s still a war to win, (Y/N).” Rex stated matter-of-fact. Your shoulders slumped slightly. “And there’s you… I only want to win this war for you.”

        “For me?” You were utterly confused and it made him chuckle.

        “For you, cyare.”

        “Why?”

        “Many reasons.” He was avoiding the question. You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb and asked him to explain. “I know… I know it’s impossible but I have this fantasy that keeps me going.” He scoffed and shook his head but you encouraged him to continue. “You and me, someplace quiet. Kids maybe. A life after this war.” He was quiet for a moment. “Something impossible.” The sadness in voice knocked the breath out of your lungs.

        “Rex… I’m leaving Jedi Order.” You rushed out. You could feel Rex’s intake of breath and had to grasp his wrist to keep him from turning around.

        “Don’t!” You hissed. “I’ve been thinking about for awhile. I don’t want to hide anymore. I can’t.”

        “Cyare, are you sure? If you leave the Order, you’ll no longer be Jedi.”

        “I’ve thought about that too. There are other Codes to follow, not just the Light Code. I’ll still be a Jedi, I’ll just follow the Grey Code. And they can’t stop me fighting in this war beside you Rex. I’ll go to the ends of the galaxy with you if you asked me.” You gently caressed his palm with your fingertips. “I want your fantasy.”

        “This wasn’t how I planned on asking you,” Rex said and you could hear the grin in his voice. “Not enslaved in a Zygerrian prison camp.”

        “What are you talking about?”

        “Marry me.” Rex interlocked your fingers and sighed. “Marry me (Y/N). As soon as we get out of this hell hole.” You couldn’t breathe and it felt like you were walking in a dream. “(Y/N)?” You could hear the nervous edge to his voice. “We don’t have to immediately, if you don’t want.” His fingers were frantically massaging yours. “We don’t have-”

        “Yes!” You finally gasped out with a laugh, tears spilling from your eyes. You put your free hand over your mouth. “Yes!” You said quieter, squeezing his hand. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

        “I wish I could kiss you right now.”

        “Just kiss?” You asked slyly. “Because if I had it my way-”

        “Not here!” You could almost see the blush on his face and you smiled.

        “I love you.” You mumbled, exhaustion finally taking over.

        “I love you too kar'ta bal runi. Now get some rest.” he told you softly before settling himself comfortably against your back. You sighed and closed you eyes, falling into an almost peaceful sleep.

—–

        “I can’t even begin to express how glad I am to be out of there.” Obi-Wan groaned, rolling his neck as he, Anakin, Rex and you made your way down the halls of the starship.

        “Really? At least you had actual clothes to wear.” You added dryly. “I can’t wait to change out of these.”

        “Ah…” Anakin scratched the top of his head. “About that… Your clothes were kinda blown up so you don’t have anything to change into. You’ll have to wait until Coruscant.” You stopped dead in your tracks. Glaring daggers at the young General, you were about to start yelling when Rex placed a hand on your shoulder.

        “I’m sure I can find a set of Blacks laying around for the General.” He said, trying to be a peace keeper.

        “Thank you, Captain. I’ll wait for them in my quarters.” You continued to glare at Anakin as you walked past.

        When you got to the quarters they assigned you, you immediately ripped off the slave outfit and chucked it into the bin. You made your way to the adjoined bathroom and started the shower. You were under the hot water when you heard Rex come in and lock the door. Without saying word, he stripped of the armor and stepped into the shower behind you.

        His hands instantly wrapped around you waist and you turned to wrap your arms around him. Rex sighed and ran a hand over your hair as you placed soft kisses to his shoulder.

        “Ask me again.” You whispered.

        “I-What?”

        “Ask me again.” You said louder and pulled back to look at his face. “I want you to ask me outside of that horrible place.” Your eyes pleaded with him and he smiled.

        “(Y/N) (L/N)… Will you marry me?”

        “Yes.” You grinned and Rex cupped your face and pulled you to him, brushing his lips lightly against yours.

        “Say it again.” He teased, mocking you.

        “Yes.” You giggled. “I will marry you. I love you.”

        “And I love you.” Rex chuckled deeply and kissed you hard, pulling you as close as he could, never wanting to let you out of his arms again.

MAGOR TRIGGER WARNING: a lot of sex/intimacy is mentioned. In every single one. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Rex: pure exasperation.

Rex was enjoying one of the few intimate moments that the two of you got to spend together. Enjoying it a little too much to be on guard. I mean, with lips locked together, tongues fighting, legs wrapped his waist, him holding you up with hands on your ass pressing you against the wall, your hands cupping his face, hushed moans, stifled groans, and a certain scent filling the air… A shiny walking into the room was really the last thing he was worried about until he heard something drop followed quickly by a loud curse. Immediately you stopped and came up with the first excuse you could think of. “Yes, Captain, you’re hair is completely even. You did an excellent job trimming it.” You gasped out, still out of breath. Even in the dimmed lights, Rex could see your blush practically glowing. “Trooper? OUT.” He ordered. He was sure there was a ‘yes sir’ as he set you down. “Every damn time.” “I know there’s a broken down gunship where no one will look?” You offered. He huffed a laugh. “That’s what we thought about the droid repair supply closet.” _________ Cody: what the hell Cody?

Hearing some of the horror stories from his fellow troopers, Cody usually tried to avoid intimate moments with ANY of his brothers around. But that doesn’t mean he completely ignores you, and he made that very clear on nights like those. He would sit in his bed, back against the headboard with your back against his chest, leaving plenty of love marks all down your neck and back. Sucking a sweet little spot under your ear and you squirming against him, neither of y’all heard the knocking at the door. So when the door opened to reveal Captain Rex, it startled Cody. A lot. So what does he do? Instead of continuing to suck on your neck, he (out of surprise) accidentally chomped down on your neck. “Ahh!”(You) And “Kriffin Motherfucking shit!”(him) “I’ll…. come back later.” Rex muttered, spee waking away. “Am I bleeding?” You asked Cody, before he examined the mark on your neck. “No, but you’ll have a bruise other than a hickey tomorrow.”

_______ Fives: mildly inconvenienced

Skilled fingers unbuttoned your uniform pants, expertly dragging the down over your legs, making sure his fingers traced every inch. Then he slowly started taking your shirt off, kissing up a pathway on your stomach as the skin was exposed, he stopped at your breast and- “Fives, did I leave my-KRIFFIN HELL.” Was exclaimed from the door. Fives jumped over you and looked up. “Well don’t just stand there, close the door! My girlfriend is naked literally right here.” Fives hissed, jerking his blanket from the foot of his bed to cover you with. (You were currently trying to hide behind his bare chest.) “Right, Right- believe me you don’t have to remind me.” The other arc trooper threw back, closing the door and turning around to allow you time to get your shirt back on. Five minutes and some explaining later, Echo was teasing the two of you as you blushed into Fives’ chest. That’s how Echo figured out his brother was getting a lot more action than he thought-and not just on the battlefield. “So you wanna leave? So we can co-” Fives questioned, drawling out the last words. Echo threw his hands up. “Not another word, I’m gone.” ___________ Kix: Thankful that Hardcase is blissfully ignorant

It was supposed to be foolproof. The two of you in your quarters after you finished for the day and he finished his daily duties. So without even caring to lock the door or turn on the lights, he was already on top of you in your bed- showing you just how skilled he was with his hands. So when Hardcase busted in unannounced while Kix had his hand in your pants, you were ready to die of embarrassment. Fortunately, it was pitch black and the light from the doorway only shined onto Kix, who was shielding your body from view. “Hey (Y/N), - oh hey, Kix, why are you here? Is something wrong with (Y/N)?” Hardcase had always been oblivious, but you never realized how bad until that point. From on top of you, Kix nodded, “Our engineer was feeling a little woozy, so I was just helping her get settled for the night.” Hardcase nodded, “Oh, Nevermind then, feel better soon.” Once Hardcase left, Kix locked the door this time. “Was that a complete mood killer?” “Little bit.” You answered. “Yeah, I figured.” _____________ Echo: embarrassed but probably finds it funny.

In all honesty is was little reckless, you straddling him in the med bay with nothing but a privacy curtain pulled around his bed-but hey the two of you were celebrating him being alive. So with you on top of him (fortunately already shirtless), and him holding your hips in place. “Force, you’re beautiful.” He grunted. You smiled in response lowering yourself so you could kiss him on the lips. “Hey, Echo, do you think you’re up for comp-” You heard from the curtain as it was being peeled back. In surprise you jumped up and then subsequently fell off the cot, pulling his blankets with you- brilliantly hiding your bare chest from the shell shocked Medic. “I’m so not sterilizing that.” Yelled one of the nurses from across the way. Echo turned even redder than you, and that was saying something. “I was gonna ask if you were up for some company, but I got my answer. ‘Saving it for after the war’ my ass!” Kix teased turning right back around from Echo’s glare. “At least wait until his stitches are out!” “Mood = Killed.” You sighed. He laughed, tossing you your shirt. __________[

Wolffe: unfazed really.

Rex:

+He’s really subtle about it. -like he sneaks it into conversations. - “if (y/n) was here, I bet she could help.”

+He thinks it’s funny when people use you to insult him. -”I bet you fight like your girlfriend.” “As someone who has sparred with my girlfriend, I will take that as a compliment.”

+As a prank, his brothers painted you in a pinup style on a gunship. -Rex wasn’t even mad, he just asked them to paint some more clothes on. - “This is good. It’s just that (y/n)’s so much prettier.”

+Now if anyone asks about you, he’s not subtle at all. He could go on for days. __________________

Fives:

+People don’t even have to ask him and he’ll just start talking about you. -”*insert a 20 minute rant about how amazing you are.*” ~ Fives - “That’s nice, but what even brought that on?” “That flower is her favorite color.”

+If given the chance, he doesn’t shut up about you. -if you send him a new picture, the entire 501st will have seen it with in 20 minutes of him receiving it. *”LOOK HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS ! ! !” -When Tup doesn’t have anything to draw (one of my headcanons), he asks Fives for picture refs bc he know Fives has three million photos of you.

+It doesn’t matter if you can’t throw a punch, he still thinks you’re a badass. -”Look at her go !!!” “Fives, you’re showing me a video of your girlfriend doing a crossword.” ____________

Wolffe:

+He’s kind of the same way as Rex, but a little more aggressive about it. -*hears someone talking about somebody pretty* *casually walks by and ‘accidentally’ drops a photo of you* “Oops, sorry boys, have you by any chance ever seen my gorgeous girlfriend, (Y/N)?” -Has definitely gotten into those competitions that guys have on who’s girlfriend is prettier.

+he can call you sexy. Anyone else who does it gets the The Wolffe Glare™.

+He uses you to intimidate the shinies. -”My girlfriend has better aim!” -”(Y/N) can punch three times harder than that, and she’s half your size!”

+But like he loves watching you actually fight / teaching you to fight. -he brags about how good you are all the time. -”they wouldn’t stand a chance against (Y/N)!” “Wolffe, that’s a commando droid and (Y/N) is an accountant.” “She’s a badass accountant.”

Rex:

+this boy is dumbfounded. -you asked HIM out?

+he’s kind of embarrassed -Don’t misunderstand, he’s overjoyed! -it’s just that you beat him too it.

“Hey, Rex, I was wondering if you wanted to be, like, official?” You asked, taking the Captain off guard. He choked on his drink, before sputtering out a: “Wait, what?!” With that out of his mouth, your face turned embarrassingly red. Confidence ebbing by the second, you tried again. “I asked if you wanted to be official. Like be my boyfriend?” You asked, looking up hopefully. He was calmer this time. “Of course, I do!” He was smiling widely and hugging you tightly, before hesitantly adding, “Just don’t tell anyone you beat me to the question.” _________________

Cody:

+He’s surprised. But he likes it.

+don’t try to put do him though, I guarantee he’s like super competitive.

“Hey, Cody. We’ve been close for a long time? You wanna be my boyfriend?” You asked one day, wrenching a bolt into place. He was sitting by the X-Wing you were repairing, inspecting his blasters. For a moment he thought he had misheard you. “What was that?” He asked, setting his blaster the the side. “I asked if you wanted to be my boyfriend?” You said again, tossing the wrench aside, “Flat Head.” With a smirk, he passed the screw driver. “I was just about to ask if you wanted to be with me. You always have to out do me don’t you?” He chiding, purposely sound cocky. You rolled out from under the fighter. “Just say yes before I change my mind.” You sassed back. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on your lips. “Of course.” ____________

Wolffe:

+Did it phase him? Absolutely….Not.

+he was happy of course, but he didn’t really think it would matter who asked who.

“Hey, Wolffe. You wanna make it official?” You offered one day. He shrugged, “I thought we made it official with the General found us making out against a fighter jet.” “Fair point. Boyfriend?” “It even comes with a title.” He sassed. ______________________ Hardcase:

+he’s spent months working up the courage to ask you +aND YOU BEAT HIM TO IT. B Y S E C O N D S.

Kix:

Kix was a medic, therefore it wasn’t really a surprise when he figured it out before you. I mean Coruscant schools sex and child education is probably a mess, so you thought the morning sickness was just something you ate combined with Anakin’s reckless navigating. You chocked the exhaustion to the longer hours as the war dragged on. He, however, having helped with plenty of pregnant civilians during occupancies and evacuations, knew right away.

Around when the tiniest bump made itself known, he finally convinced you to take a test or two or seven. When it came back positive, the two of you immediately spun a quick story since your relationship was a secret from most. If anyone asked, you had a boyfriend back on Coruscant and hadn’t been as careful as you should have.

After taking care of the minuscule details, he was absolutely giddy, discussing options and names. He might be a medic but he still flipped out when it came to birth. _________________________

Rex:

You knew for awhile before you told him, and he was terrified but hurt you kept it from him.

“How long have you known?” He whispered, placing a tentative hand on your barely showing belly.

“A month or so, but Umbara really wasn’t the place to tell you, and then you were so…distant afterwards, I didn’t think it would help for you to know.” You answered, looking at his hand resting on what would soon be your child.

“(y/n), you should have told me.” He replied, tearing his eyes away from your stomach to meet your eyes.

“I know. What are we gonna do?” You asked, placing a hand over his.

“We’ll get back to Coruscant and we’ll make up a story, and I guess go from there.” He sighed, placing a kiss on your forehead. ____________________ Fives:

“You’re telling me, that we,” he paused to move a pointing finger back and forth between the two of you, “made a tiny person.”

You nodded before He paused again, “and it’s in there?”

Fives broke into the biggest smile you’d ever seen, dropping onto a knee and peppering your belly with kisses. Once you dragged him up, he pressed his lips against yours.

“Guess we’ll just have to wrap this war up quickly then. Make it right for the little ‘in.” He said breathlessly.

“Guess so.” You laughed, lucky for once you didn’t work in the military. _______________

Echo:

Having kept Fives and all the shinies after him alive, he was hella prepared.

“Echo, darling, I’m pregnant.” You confessed nervously. He didn’t even pause before breaking into a brilliant smile and peppering your face in kisses.

“Between Fives, Tup, and Hardcase, I’ve plenty of experience and I’ll be with you every step of the way.” He replied, taking a break from kissing you to pull you into a tight embrace. “I love both of you so much.” _____________

Wolffe:

Commander Wolffe was known for his calm, cool, and collected personality, in fact it was his calling card, but three words shattered that entire act.

“Wolffe, I’m pregnant.” You rushed out, watching his eye carefully for a reaction. It was immediate. His hazel eye widened in fear while his cybernetic eye seemed to circle before focusing back in. His jaw dropped and he seemed to pale a few shades.

“Kriffin shit fuck.” He whispered glancing down at your belly. “What are we gonna do? You need to quit your job! The Jedi can’t know. What if the kaminoans find out, they might take it away or force you to get rid of it… shit shit shit, (y/n) what are we gonna do?”

“Wolffe, I was gonna tell General Plo that I needed maternity leave. I have privacy rights that the government can’t interfere with, they don’t have to know it’s yours unless I tell them.” You answered calmly, watching him place a tentative hand on your soon-to-be bump.

“Kriff, you’re amazing. I’m sorry.”

Keeli: this was requested but he was literally in one episode. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ __________

I have no excuse I’m just a shitty account runner. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m sorry this is crap but I can’t write pregnancy very well.

Here it is 9 million years late: ——-

Rex watched you converse with the Generals as injured clones and other various cargo were loaded on a cargo ship. Anakin gestured to the ship a few times and you nodded in time. Thanks to the last rather dangerous bombing run on the separatist fleet, there weren’t enough pilots to continue the campaign and get supplies where they needed to go. So the ‘honor’ fell to you, the engineer who moonlighted in piloting. You were also unknowingly, in Rex’s opinion, the most beautiful and amazing person in the GAR, but he’d never told you. Between knowing it’s again regulation and the fact that you, again in his opinion, were way out of his league. His cheeks tinted pink at the thought of admitting his long-lived, hidden crush on you.

Actually, he didn’t like the word crush, it made him sound immature. Truly, he thought he was in love with you. You made his heart simultaneously race and feel like it’s stopped beating. You were beautiful, funny, smart, and caring. Also you could fix a nuclear power reactor with duct tape, a piece of gum, and a hair tie- which he thought was pretty hot. The point was that in his eyes you were perfect and he was a run of the mill clone. There were so many reasons he chose to hide his feeling and boy was he good at it. To the point that you didn’t think he even knew you existed, but watching you prepare to fly through separatist controlled space in a overloaded tin can sparked a lot of thoughts and built up the courage to tell you.

After Anakin left, he waited a few moments before following you up to the cockpit of the cargo ship. You were sitting in the pilot’s chair waiting for your co-pilot- also known as R2-D3, another Astromech Anakin refused to acknowledge the existence of. Nervous energy bubbled in his stomach, knowing you hadn’t noticed him yet meant that he could sneak back out and pretend it never happened. He pushed the hesitance away and cleared his throat to get your attention.

At the sound of his sudden appearance, you startled, jumping slightly in your seat. You spun around, an angry grimace gracing your face. Rex gave an apologetic smile. (Rex always thought your angry face was cuter than it was scary) Realizing it was the captain, the grimace slipped away and melted into a smile.

“Hello, Rex!” You chirped cheerfully, slumping back in the seat. He nodded to you.

“Can we talk about something, (Y/N)?” Rex asked, moving to lean against the co-pilot’s seat. You’re smile turned into an uncertain, almost scared expression.

“Nothing good ever comes out of that question. Am I in trouble?” You asked back, wracking your brain for anything you had done that might of pissed someone off.

“No, no, no, it’s not bad, I promise!” He rushed out, trying to put you at ease.

“Ok, what is it?” You were still hesitant, watching the captain warily as he fidgeted.

“Listen, (Y/N), I know this is sudden, but I like you. A lot. No. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. I couldn’t let you fly out there and possibly die without telling you.” Rex rushed his words almost combining them into one strand of letters. He looked up at your wide eyes after he paused for a while, “(Y/N), please say something.”

“You’re a really good actor.” Was all you said, not even looking at him, fixing wide eyes on the floor panels. “To be honest, I was surprised you knew my name.”

Rex let out a nervous chuckle, but truly he was perplexed. You continued, “I’ve had a crush on you since you saved my life on the Rishi moon. You could have saved me a lot of love me/ love me not daisies if you told me earlier.”

Rex didn’t really know what you meant by that but laughed anyway, overjoyed, “So when you get back, or when we get back to Coruscant, can we give it a try?”

“Rex, I’m the happiest girl in the GAR and I’d love nothing more.” You breathed out standing up and wrapping him in a hug. He tensed for a moment before returning the embrace. (A/N: This is a lot more sad if you realize this is his first real hug ever.)

“You might be the happiest, but I’m easily the luckiest brother in the entire galaxy for you to give me a second glance. I-” he was interrupted by a comm from the ships control panel.

“(Y/N), you have a small window to jump to hyperspace. You’re wheels up in two. Be quick, I’m not sure how much time we can buy you.” The admirals voice cut through the moment.

You quickly detached from the blue painted captain, pressing a button and answering, “Yes, sir. The separatists won’t even see me go.”

That taken care of, you looked back to Rex who was watching you with a little smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Promise me you’ll be careful.” He halfway ordered, daring to lightly take your hand.

“As I can be.” You said with blush tinted cheeks as he brushed his lips against your knuckles.

“Good. Because I owe you a date. Cuyir Morut’yc, cyar’ika.” He affirmed turning to exit the cockpit.

“Wait, what does that even mean?!” You yelled at him as he continued to leave.

“I guess you’ll have to come back to me to find out.” With that, he heard the cockpits door slid and click shut and he made his way off the ship.

Another few moments later, troopers on the landing pad starting signaling her ship to go. Rex watched the ship hover for a moment before leaving the hangar.

“Cuyir Morut’yc, cyar’ika.” *** _________________

*** Be safe, darling.

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Rex x Royal!Reader pt.2

Part One Part Two Part 3

Trigger Warnings: blood, violent depictions of death

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In the middle of the second week, you were mingling amongst a crowd of senators- all from the Republic. Senator Amidala organized the gathering in a larger, lavish conference room to discuss what had happened so far. Everyone was still in formal and traditional dress, laughing over glasses of champagne. Rex had momentarily excused himself to speak to his men about standing watch at the entrances and checking windows.

Laughing at something a twi’lek lobbyist had said, you took a step back and covered your mouth. In that moment, you hadn’t seen the person disguised as staff move themself behind you, and didn’t even register until the click of a blaster rang beside your ear. You gasped as a strong arm barred itself across your chest and the cool metal pressed into your temple.

“If you resist, I’ll make sure you die slowly.” The gruff voice growled as your champagne flute shattered on the floor. The gala comes to a halting silence, only being broken by a few other glasses shattering and other politics gasping.

“What do you thi-“ Senator Amidala started to demand, but your captor shut her up by moving the barrel of the blaster under your chin. Fear raged up in your stomach, and you just barely registered the clicking of blasters belonging to the troopers and party guests slowly lowering to the floor.

“I wouldn’t.” He stated, the metal digging into your flesh. You gritted your teeth in disgust as his hot breath fanned over your face. “Now, I’m going to take the princess here, and not one of you is going to follow. Got it?”

No one answered, and for once you wished all the politicians would start bickering as usual… hell, even whispers would be better than fear stricken silence. Your captor chuckled before roughly tugging you backward. Stumbling over your skirts, you let out a cry as the assassin let you fall- but not before trying to regain control by grabbing your bicep. His fingernails raked your otherwise flawless skin (you hadn’t bled since you were 9 and skinned your knee after falling off a horse). Nonetheless, he still dropped you and the moment your body hit the floor several blaster bolts from all angles screeched to hit their target- the assassin’s heart and his head.

From the ground you watched his body convulse as shots berated his body before his knees finally gave out. For two moments, he swayed before collapsing-directly on top of you. His last breaths escaped onto your neck and you could feel his eyelashes flutter shut on your cheek.

There was a dead body- a fresh corpse- on top of me… Force…. shit shit shit he’s dead… someone get him off me… help me… As your thoughts sped out, so did your breathing, and soon-though you didn’t realize it- you began screaming. All you could really feel was the heat draining from the body atop you.

After what felt like hours (a minute at most) the weight finally left. Your eyes darted everywhere, but never actually registered anything until someone gently grabbed your chin. “Your Highness, (Y/N), can you hear me?”

Your eyes finally focused in on Rex, his jaig eye’d helmet only inches from your face, but his voice was cottony and far away. No, my ears are ringing.

Finally, you began to feel things: the stinging in your bicep, the rawness of your throat, dull ache on your temple where the blaster had been pressed against you, the violent thumping of your heart as a part of your brain replayed the incident on a loop. But the other part was watching Rex come into focus and picking out all the details- the scar on his chin, his stubble, the length of his blonde buzz cut, the concern in those golden brown eyes.

“Rex.” You breathed, and then everything hit you again as you sobbed, “Rex!” You couldn’t stop yourself; you threw yourself around him in an instant and just cried. He shushed your gibberish and tried to calm you by wiping hair out of your face and drying tears. In your peripheral, you could see troopers herding gaping politicians out of the room, but you shut them out- choosing instead to bury your face in the captain’s neck.

“Oh my god… Rex… he was going to… was he going to kill me?” You choked out, somewhere between hyperventilating and not breathing at all. Once again, the captain shushed you as he gingerly started to pull you to your feet-never letting go of you in case you collapsed.

“It’s over now,” he assured you, sparing a glance at the corpse behind him before using his body to block it from your view. “Let’s get you somewhere better than this. Can you walk?”

He gave you a wary look when you nodded, but let go of you nonetheless- only to immediately catch you when your knees buckled. Cutting off your whispered apology, he easily scooped you into his arms. With an arm under your knees and another under you back (and billows of dress between you), he assured you with a quiet, “It’s ok, I’ve got you.”

The walk to your quarters was short, and multiple troopers lined the walls leading to your door. Setting you down on the loveseat, he watched as you eyed the maids warily-subconsciously scooting slightly behind his standing form. Discreetly giving you his hand behind his leg, he cleared his throat. “Due to the excitement of tonight’s events, her majesty would feel most comfortable if only her maid droid stayed. Thank you for understanding, you are dismissed.”

As the maids left the room, you tried to ignore their stares. You know you had to look just awful: covered in blood, makeup laced tear tracks from your eyes to the neckline of your dress, skin red and blotchy from crying, disheveled hair… Your childhood nanny droid would probably pop a circuit if it saw you like this.

Caught in your memories and thoughts, you didn’t even hear Rex until he gently grabbed your chin. Your eyes focused in on him and finally registered that his lips were moving.

“What?” It was slow and drawled-like you had had too much wine. His eyebrows furrowed in concern, but he started over nonetheless.

“You’re hurt, so I’m going to bring in a medic-“ he paused when your eyes widened in panic. ‘If that man snuck in as a waiter, people could sneak in as anything’. You thought. Rex kneeled down in front of you, and took both of your hands in his. “One of MY medics. His name is Kix and I trust him with my life, can you trust me and trust him?”

Slowly, you nodded- shaky breaths rattling your chest causing the dizzying throbbing in your head to increase. Rex nodded with a squeeze of your hands and stood back up, “He’s right outside; I’m going to go get him. You just stay here and breathe.”

Without him in eyesight, your heart rate picked back up and anxiety tried to squeeze you heart every time it pumped. With your anxiety heightened senses, you listened to his footsteps, the opening and closing swoosh of the door, and the quiet instructions.

“Helmet off, quiet voices, leave your blaster at the door, and try not to startle her. Pretty sure she’s in shock.” Rex listed. A new, strikingly similar voice entered.

“Of course, sir.”

Shortly after, their footsteps approached you- swinging wide into your peripheral. Rex was in front, and came around to stand on your left. The new man, Kix, obviously looked almost identical to Rex. Though they shared features, your eyes easily picked the differences from your captain. He wore similar blue painted armor, but he lacked the Kama and shoulder piece- in place of the shoulder piece he had a red medical insignia painted on. Like Rex, his hair was buzzed, but it was much darker and had intricate designs cut in- you decided you preferred Rex’s blonde. He looked slightly younger, but wore a kind smile as he sat down on your right.

“Hello, princess, I’m Kix, the medic for the 501st. Can I take a look at your arm there?” He asked in a hushed, gentle tone, calmly gesturing for your arm. You looked at him for a moment before glancing at Rex. The captain nodded, so you turned back and copied the gesture while holding out your arm for him.

Another smile from him made it easier to relax as he took hold of you arm. Even though his hold on you was much gentler than the assassins, you had to restrain yourself from ripping away from him. Clenching your teeth, you left hand subconsciously reached out to Rex and without a word, he took it in his.

“He scraped you up pretty good, didn’t he? Okay, I’m going to cut some of your sleeve away so I can get a better look and clean it out, is that alright?” He asked voice low as if speaking to a child, and once again you nodded- watching with wary eyes as he pulled out a pair of medical scissors. Once the red soaked fabric fell away, he dropped the scissors into a hazardous material bag. “There we go, much better. I’m going to start cleaning which is going to sting pretty bad, but I need you to be still.”

Another nod and you tried to steel yourself: closing your eyes and turning your head as the scent of antiseptic floated to your senses. He counted up to three before beginning, but that didn’t prepare you for the burning sensation. Yelping, you squeezed and yanked on Rex’s hand while flinching away from Kix. Rex, surprised by your sudden strength, nearly fell over while Kix tried to hide his snickers with an apology. This time, Rex took a seat beside you and tried to not to blush at how you squished yourself as far as you could into his side. Kix positioned himself closer, now making it impossible for you to get away as he continued to clean the cuts. He apologized every time you flinched and yelped, and towards the end of it you were just short of being in the captain’s lap- and Rex’s face was just one shade short of tomato.

“There the worst is over. I’m just gonna wrap it up, and then I’ll do a general check-up.” He chirped as he started the wrap up your wound. Releasing all the tension, you slumped against Rex. The medic moved on to other things: shining a flashlight in your eyes, checking your heart rate, testing your reflexes, and when he was finished he dropped his supplies back in the bag he got them out of.

“If you were in shock, you’ve just about come out of it, you might have trouble sleeping, feel nauseous, dizzy, or dissociative. But that should only last a few days.” He explained, once again fishing something out of his bag. He rattled a large white bottle before explaining, “These will help you get some sleep tonight, take it right before you get in bed- they’re pretty strong.”

He pulled out a pill and split it in half before handing it over to you. You nodded, examining the chalky blue pill in your hand. “Thank you, Kix.”

“No problem, ma-your grace. Feel better.” With that, the trooper left you and Rex with only the company of your maid droid. Rex’s eyes passed over you again, worry still lacing his eyes.

“You should probably get cleaned up and get some rest- plenty of excitement for today.” He suggested, helping you to your feet. He spared a glance at the currently inactive droid.

“Hey, tinny, time to do your job.” His gruff orders to the pink painted nanny droid elicited the smallest giggle from you. The captain finally relaxed at this, glad you weren’t as on edge. The little droid whirred to life as it assessed your damage, immediately spewing off how unacceptable you looked and ushering you into the bathroom.

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It took two hours for the little, humanoid droid to deem you clean and presentable again. Once you were dressed with your hair brushed out, the maid droid- or as you called it M3- released you to your bedroom. Still shaken up, you were relieved to find Rex still lingering in your room. His back was to you as he explained the night events to holograms of Jedi Generals and the chancellor.

After he hung up, he turned to you and gave you a once over, “Feel any better?”

You only nodded as you moved towards the bed that M3 was undoing for you. Sitting on the edge, you took another look at the blue pill sitting on your nightstand before M3 offered you a glass of ice water. Quickly swallowing it, you readjusted yourself under the covers. Rex breezed around your room, doing final safety checks as your lazy eyes followed him. “Well, your highness-“

“(Y/N).” You corrected, lazily glaring at him. Holding his arms up in defense.

“(Y/N), everything has been checked, no one’s getting in or out with you knowing about it.” He affirmed, nodding to you once more before turning towards the door as M3 flicked the lights off. Light panic welled up in your stomach as you watched the Captain leave. Shadows seemed to form assassins in the dark and the curtains shuffled ominously.

“Rex! Wait!” You demanded, voice only slightly raised. Alarmed, the captain immediately turned around and a hand flew to his holster as his eyes checked the room for danger. Finding none, he turned expectantly to you. Bashfully, you picked at the hem of your sheets, “I know it’s not your job, but I’d feel so much safer if you stayed. Even if only until I fall asleep.”

“It’s no trouble.” He answered, quietly dragging one of the overly plush chairs to your bedside. Now that you felt safe with him beside you, you could let the drugs to their job.

Finally snuggling into the pillows and blankets, you sighed, enjoying the fuzzy feeling that made the edges of the world seem soft. “Thank you, Rex, I’m sorry I was so dramatic.”

The captain looked at you funny before remembering the little pill Kix gave you. Waving you off, he replied, “It’s my job to keep you safe, and you have no reason to apologize for that. You’ve never gone through something like that, have you?”

“My father took me hunting once, but I cried every time a gun was shot. Especially when they actually killed something.” You admitted with a yawn, even though it only slightly pertained to the conversation. Rex smiled softly at the image in his head. “He said I was too soft.”

“Well, maybe in this day and age, we need something a little soft.” The soldier mused before shaking his head, “You need to get some rest.”

“Ok,” you conceded sleepily, “Good night, Rex.”

And like a light, you were out. Sleeping soundly as if you hadn’t almost died today- something Rex would beat himself up over until the day he died. He watched you for a bit more, watching the reassuringly steady rise and fall of your chest and laughing quietly at your nose wrinkling as you dreamt. Gingerly, he pulled the covers more securely over your shoulder before placing the gentlest, barely-there, feather-light kiss to your forehead. After he pulled away, he mentally punched himself, he had no business kissing you- but, by the force, no one else would touch you.

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Part three coming soon. 

{ooh! i could do some headcanons for this, for some of the clone bois! i love the stories for the jedi healer stuff. always some cute situations. thank you for the ask!}

Rex

-You were helping General Skywalker and the 501st for a mission. You were to lead one of the squads to take over a Separatist base. Anakin let you take Rex, as well as a few other troopers.

-There was a huge fight to get through, but you and the squad were able to get through the mission.

-You noticed that the Captain had gotten grazed by a blaster shot on his arm, you insisted on healing it.

-He insisted that he was fine but you simply ignored him, gently taking his arm and using your healing abilities.

-”There, all good and new.”“…Thank you, ma’am.”

-He’s a bit flustered with just how gentle you were with him but he admires your skill. 

-Though he never hears the end of it from the others.

-”Aw how sweet, maybe you should get hurt more often Captain.”“Oh can it.”

Cody

-The 212th was in need of medical supplies and medics. Obi Wan’s battalion were injured, and his commander was severely injured.

-You were sent in to give some help, you were assigned to Cody to help him make it up to full recovery.

-”Don’t worry Commander, you’re in good hands.”“…You look like an angel.”“You’re sleepy and injured Cody, get some rest.”

-You always check up on him, making sure he’s ok and making full recovery. 

-You try and lighten up Cody’s mood by telling him a variety of puns and jokes, just to get him to laugh.

-Though he always shakes his head at how ridiculous sounding the puns are. However he thinks it’s nice you’re doing this for him.

-When he’s fully recovered he’s a bit saddened that he won’t see you as often. But he’s thankful you helped him.

-”Gonna miss me Commander?”“Always.”

Wolffe

-You are Plo Koon’s former padawan, now a jedi healer in training. You help Plo Koon on a variety of missions, it’s like you never left.

-Wolffe and you have a lot of banter, the two of you have a very special and close bond.

-Though he can get impatient and grumpy when you heal him, thankful as he is for it. He’s just anxious to get back out in the fight.

-You find ways to get close to him. You two love each other but it’s a secret. So you really just make any excuse.

-”You have a cut lemme heal it.”“(Y/N) this is a paper cut.”

-He worries for you, a lot. Sure you are the healer but, you can get hurt too. What if no one can fix you like you can fix them?

-Sometimes you get tired from using your energy too much, so he has to force you to take a break and let the other medics take care of the rest.

-He just loves you so much, even if he doesn’t show it that much.

Fives

-This man will go the extra mile just to be able to be able to see you.

-”Hey, General (Y/N), I’m hurt.”“What hurts, Fives?”“My heart, from missing you so much.”“Oh my Force, Fives.”

-Though when he actually does get hurt he still has jokes to say just to have you not worry. It helps a bit but it doesn’t keep you from worrying.

-He knows sometimes you feel guilty when you aren’t able to save someone. He comforts you in any way he can.

-You’re a very compassionate and caring healer so it hits you hard whenever she isn’t able to save one of the troopers or a fellow Jedi.

-”It’ll be ok, (Y/N), there was nothing more you could do.”

-He can never stop thanking you for doing your very best and helping everyone you can.

Thank you for your kind words anon!! This is really sweet of you! Here it is! I really got carried away haha 

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Fives

- Hethinks you’re dying. Yes, this is an extreme reaction but he loves you so muchthat when he saw all that blood, which was just a little strain on yourbedsheets (that happens, this is no big deal) HE FREAKS OUT!

- He’safraid that you might be injured, that you might die and leave him alone.

- You’retaken aback by his reaction but this is not a bad reaction. Fives just cares somuch for you that he can’t help it.

- “(Y/N)!Oh Force, you’re bleeding! Oh no, no, no, I knew this would happen! You’re going to leave me, you…you…”

- Youhave to calm him down, shower him with love and then you’re able to explainwhat is happening. You explain that you’re just having your periods, that ithappens every month and that actually means that you are in good health.

- Fivescalms down until he understands that you are in pain every month for at least oneweek.

- Thetrooper then carries you in the bathroom, runs you a bath and changes thebedsheets himself because he doesn’t care about a little bit of blood. It is anatural thing and he will take care of you to ease your pain. He’s so gentleand caring with you.

- Fivestries to cook for you but he ends up burning the meal so he orders yourfavorite takeout. He tries to make you laugh a lot to make you feel better,this is an easy task as he’s always made you laugh.

Jesse

- Healso freaks out but is trying to stay calm not to scare you. He finds you onthe coach, groaning in pain as you’re waiting for the painkillers to work.

- “Hun…Are you alright?” He would ask as he sits next to you and runs his hand throughyour hair.

- Youanswer that you are in pain and this is when he sees the blood on your pants.

- Jessefreaks out internally like “OMG IT’S HAPPENING! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!” but hetries to keep a straight (not so straight) voice when he’s telling you.

- Youare really embarrassed and try to get up to change but Jesse stops you. Hethinks that you shouldn’t stand in your condition.

- Hewants to comm Kix. You are injured and he WILL call a medic.  

- Youhave to persuade him not to do that but he’s doing it anyway. Kix laughs whenJesse explains the situation and the medic has to explain everything to thepoor trooper. After all, Kix is a medic so he knows what periods are.

- Afterhis conversation with Kix, Jesse is really sorry. He should have listened toyou and he’s even more sorry when he sees how mad you are (thank you periodshormones to make us angry even at the sound of our own breathing).

- Jessethen helps you get changed and then cuddle with you on the coach while you twoeat ice-cream. The whole day is super lazy but you are not complaining becauseJesse is leaving small kisses all over your neck, cheeks, and lips.

Rex

- Rexenters the “captain” mode and tries to carry you out of your apartment to bringyou to a hospital. “I checked all the lights are off, the quickest way to thenearest hospital is saved in your holopad, I packed your bag, everything isunder control!”

- Inreality, he’s afraid for you and will do anything to make you well again.

- Youlaugh a lot as he’s trying to leave your apartment, carrying you bridal styleand caring a huge bag packed with clothes and other stuff. He looks like ahusband ready to bring his pregnant wife to the hospital.

- Hedoesn’t understand why you’re laughing and you have to persuade him to set youdown on the coach. You explain him what is happening and he’s listening to youintently.

- Hedoesn’t understand why no one told him about this! He knows that he will askKix a lot of questions when he’ll be back to the barracks.

- Hedoesn’t wait to be back and comms him. He mainly asks how to take care of youbecause he’s taking this seriously.

- Hisantics make you laugh a lot but this is really endearing and cute and adorable…Force, you love that man.

- Rexstarts by running a hot bath for you and carries you in your bathroom. Hewashes your back and shoulders, massaging them and leaving soft kisses all overyour upper back, shoulders and neck in the process.

- Afteryour bath, he helps you into new clothes (one of his t-shirts and a pair of hisboxers because it’s comfier) then he carries you back in your sitting-room andtried to cook. Like Fives, the captain can’t cook BUT he can bake! Padmé taughthim (yes, she did fight me XD). So, he baked your favorite cookies and ordersyour favorite takeout to spend the rest of the day lazily watching TV with hiswarm hands over your belly to ease the pain.

Echo

- Echoknew about this. He read about it and this man was PREPARED!

- Echobought everything you might need; emergency pads, chocolate, your favorite kindof books, rent movies for the evening, bought painkillers, new fluffy blankets,ice-cream and topping. EVERYTHING!

- You’reimpressed and very grateful because you need all those things to survive thenext few days.

- Echois the definition of a sweetheart and will do anything you ask. He wouldn’tmind carrying you around or spending hours cuddling you.

- Heloves to read to you as you lay on his chest on the coach or at night when youhave cramps.

- Backmassages! He’s the god of back massages and would do it for hours withoutcomplaining.

- Echoknows how to cook and he will spoil you with food. He wants to take your mindoff the pain and he knows how to do it.

- Thetrooper likes to kiss you all over your face to make you giggle and would doanything to make you laugh.

- Echolets you lay down on him because he’s warm and you’re craving warmth during thenight. He would never complain because he loves you with all his heart and isglad that you love him back.

- Hefeels like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

- Echoknows exactly what kind of painkillers you have to take and when. He keeps achecklist of all the things he has to do for you during your periods.

Wolffe

- Hesees blood, he freaks out internally then grabs you and carries you out of yourapartment without a single word. He doesn’t care if you protest, he knowsyou’re stubborn (who’s talking right haha) and he WILL carry you to thebarracks and into the med bay.

- You’rereally embarrassed because “Blast it Wolffe, I’m only on my periods!”

- Thewolfpack’s medic has to explain to his very angry and pissed off commander thatyou are perfectly healthy and experiencing something called “menstruation” or“periods”.

- Wolffeis confused then when he understands he’s embarrassed and still angry because“why am I not aware of this? “

- Hewould definitely comm his dad, I mean his general, to know what to do becausehe’s lost and want to do things the right way for you.

- Wolffemight be grumpy and angry all the time, behind closed doors he’s a realsweetheart and a huge teddy bear. He’s there all the time and he won’t let youdo anything on your own.

- It’snot suffocating though because love and care is evident in his eyes and healways gives you little kisses while carrying you around.

- Hedoesn’t know how to cook but Master Plo brings him everything he needs to takecare of you, including food.

- Hetakes note of everything and studies everything for next month.

- Wolffeis not that good with words but he knows how to prove his love to you. He’sgentle and caring, he caresses your face when you cuddle (yes, he let youcuddle him) and leaves little kisses on your wrists because he knows it soothsyou.

- Thewolfpack might tease him forever about this though.

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Indeed! I hope that you enjoy my hcs, anon 😊

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• Wolffe met you when your parents, the King and the Queen of a rich neutral outer rim planet required the Jedi’s protection after receiving threats from the separatists. Dokuu wanted your parents to join their cause and was ready to do anything to achieve his goal.

• Jedi General Plo Koon and his men, the infamous Wolfpack, were sent to your planet and this is when you had met Wolffe.

• The commander always looked angry or bored by the whole situation and at first, you thought that he even hated you and having to protect you.

• Wolffe was in reality struck by your beauty since the first time he had seen you by your parents side in the throne room.

• Wolffe loved how nice and kind you were to his brothers and even to him when he was turning to ignore you.

• You tried to talk to him and to pierce his hard shell as soon as you had the opportunity to be alone with him. Wolffe was trying to stay professional and - deep down - he was freaking out.

• “She’s so sweet and so beautifully, so cute! Kriff what am I going to answer? Should I be nice or push her away?” he thought when you asked him for his name.

• “Wolffe.” He has simply answered.

• You has told him that it was a really nice name and asked him how he got it but Wolffe not knowing how to address royalty in this kind of discussion, simply rolled his eyes and ignored you.

• You had been quite hurt by his reaction, thinking that he only saw you as an annoying little princess. Wolffe didn’t know that you were stubborn though and was surprised to be met by the same question every day.

• Wolffe truly started to trust you when you defended his brothers before the court during an important dinner. Some members of the court thought that the clones were only manufactured to die and shouldn’t be allowed in the throne room. You were so pissed off that you had threatened them to cut off their tongues if you heard something like that again then you stormed out of the room.

• Wolffe started to spend more times with you after that and soon you fell for each other.

• The commander is really protective of you. Not just because this is his job but because you’re the love of his life. He knows it.

• Wolffe might be grumpy all the time but with you he’s different. He’s loving and caring, he would do anything you’d ask.

• He’s also very much self conscious. He thinks that you shouldn’t love him. He’s just a clone and he thinks you could do better. You actually deserve better in his opinion.

• He’s uncomfortable about his scar and his eye. You need to show him a lot of love all the time because he doesn’t have a high self esteem.

• Wolffe looks at you as if you were a goddess. In his eyes you are perfect and he knows he’ll be fighting this war for you now. He wants to be able to come back to you one day, victorious and proud to offer you the world and it’s peace.

• Wolffe is very gentle with you. He’s afraid he might hurt you because you look so frail to him. He needs to protect you. He can’t control it.

• Every time a man looks at you in a predatory way during a gala or a dinner, Wolffe has to bite his tongue in order to stay calm. He wants to destroy the idiot who’s trying to steal HIS princess. HIS girl. HIS love.

• Let’s be honest, Wolffe would be jealous.

• You find it endearing and cute but he’s denying it.

• Your love for Wolffe is too strong to be stopped and even your parents or their opinion can change that. They were against it at first but they understood the importance of true love and promised to never tell a soul.

• Wolffe is always trying to “earn” your love. As if he needed to prove himself and yourself that he deserved what was happening to him.

• It stopped the day (the night actually) you told him that you loved him. Wolffe knew when he saw the tears in your eyes, the smile of pure joy and happiness, the love on your face,… he knew that you were sincere.

• he told you that he loved you too and that his love would never tarnish. His love is full of light and colors. It is perfect.

• You marry him before he leaves with his General and brothers, telling him that you will wait for him. He promises that he will be back soon.

• Wolffe keeps his promise and comes back whenever he can to see you.

• After order 66, Wolffe finds his way back to you and you finally have the chance to tell him that you are pregnant.

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