#captain rexxreader

You found him just at the edge of the camp. He stood on the far side of his Y-wing.

The night was chilled and clear. The former clone captain kept his gaze fixated on the canopy of stars above him, the moon cast its soft beams over him, illuminating his frame in a gentle silver glow. He still had his armor on. The armor that had protected him for a majority of the war shone in the moonlight, accented by the several dents, scuffs, and scratches earned from his service to the former Republic. He had his worn helmet tucked under his arm, the blue jaig eyes above the visor facing forward as if keeping a lookout as he watched the sky.

It was almost as if you had stepped back in time. Not too far back, but to a time that now felt like a lifetime ago. A time when the captain before you knew what his purpose was, the purpose he and all of his brothers had before it all spun out of control like getting knocked out of hyper drive. Before parts of himself were scattered into the stars, drifting through space.

“Rex?” You called softly as you slowly approached.

He blinked and glanced towards you as he said your name. “Didn’t see ya there.”

“I know,” you offered a small smile as you came to stand by his side. “But I knew I would find you here.”

A gentle scoff, the corner of his lips turning up just a bit. “I hope I’m not becoming too predictable with my age.” Despite everything, you had remained one of the few remaining constants in his life. Amidst the fallout of chaos after the Empire seized control, Order 66, and becoming fugitives, the two of you had managed to reunite in spite of all the odds. And in that moment when you two held onto each other, as tightly as if the other were to be pulled away at any second, he vowed he would do all he could to keep you safe.

“Nonsense, I just know you too well, that’s all.” You slipped your hand into his, the familiar texture of his gloves was always soothing to you. His fingers wrapped around yours, anchoring him as some of the visible lines in his face seemed to ease and fade.

His honey gaze was soft on you, but there was a sadness in those eyes of his that you always loved to get lost in. You didn’t press him just yet, instead you looked up at the stars with him.

These quiet moments could almost make one forget about all that was happening around the galaxy, how different life was, and that it would never return to what it once was.

A few moments passed with the two of you in comfortable silence with your joined hands between. But you could sense the weight on the trooper’s mind.

You glanced up at him, taking a small moment to admire his handsome features in the moonlight. A sharp jaw and chin paired with high and equally as sharp cheekbones, along with a strong nose created a sculpted profile. And even with the fall of the Republic and the GAR, the former captain still retained the regulated standard of grooming, keeping his blonde hair buzzed short and neat, along with keeping his face clean shaven.

“Hey…” you gently squeezed his hand. “You okay?”

Rex turned his eyes to you. He knew he could never deflect a question like that with you, you could see right through him. It was a talent of yours that always astounded him, but one he was grateful you possessed.

He took a deep breath. “When I was helping Hunter and the rest of ‘em…when Wrecker’s chip got the best of him…” He cast his eyes downward. “I couldn’t help but think back to when it happened to me…and when I had to fight my own brothers…” He sighed. “Sometimes I can still hear them, and still see their bodies…”

You had often heard him mumble in his sleep, the names of his fallen brothers as his mind replayed those fateful events that happened on that cruiser. And even with his new found purpose of fighting against the empire, there was still that unique pain he faced whenever he was faced with battling former republic clone troopers.

It squeezed your heart and you wished to be able to take away his pain. He had already been through so much.

You moved to stand in front of him, reached, and gently caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes, shoulders dropping just a bit as he let himself lean into your touch.

“I know it still hurts… and I know it’ll still hurt for a while, but you were able to save these brothers of yours.” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone, and he slowly opened his eyes to gaze at you. “You did good Rex. You should be proud.” You offered a small smile. You knew he was proud and relieved to have been able to assist other clones, but the fact that not all of his brothers could’ve been saved still ate at him.

The captain met your eyes, then softly swiped his thumb up your jawline, leaning down and gently angled your face up to meet him in a tender kiss. At times, it still felt like a dream, having you here like this. He let go of your hand in his and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his armored chest. In turn, you slanted your mouth against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A few moments passed before Rex slowly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting your breaths mingle together. He hummed softly as you gently scratched the back of his head.

“You kinda sound like a loth cat purring.” You giggled, your smile growing when he gave an amused scoff, his nose brushing yours.

Rex opened his eyes to meet yours as his thumb stroked your cheek again. “Not the worst thing to be called I suppose.”

You muffled his light chuckle with another sweet kiss.

Another few moments and the two of you remained in one another’s embrace. With so much uncertainty in the galaxy, it was moments like this that you had to hold onto. Moments that gave comfort and hope for the possibility of a brighter future ahead.