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Hi everyone. This is Late. This was supposed to be done friday. It is now Sunday.

This is a little Rex x Child!reader. Uses gender neutral pronouns, is in the third person from Rex's perspective and it is a request for the lovely @bombshe77

This is slightly off from the prompt you sent me. But i really enjoyed writing from Rex's perspective. Thankyou for sending in the request.

On the off chance someone reads this, feel free to send me more requests! and also leave some feedback, I'd love it lots

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Rex had only been to the Jedi temple a handful of times, all for similar reasons. Rex followed the familiar path to the Jedi War room situated in the heart of the temple. The hydraulic doors hissed as he entered. Kenobi, Windu, Mundi as well as some of his brothers were in the room, staring at a giant hologram centred in the middle. General Kenobi turned to face the Captain.

“Ah, Rex. Anakin did say he was sending you in his place. How did the latest siege on Felucia go?” Rex moved into the centre of the room, plugging his data disk into the central control panel. He felt his heart clench as the battle statistics were beamed up. He saw the number of days on mission, the number of brothers lost. It was not an easy campaign for the 501st.

Rex took a breath to centre himself, he was stronger than this pain. He had to be right now, steeling himself, he began to give his report. He took himself back to the dusty pollen-filled planet, to how the commando droids ambushed his men, how they were pinned down for weeks underneath heavy droid artillery, how as they gained an inch of land on one front they seemed to lose a mile on another. Not even the creative hi-jinks of Ahsoka and Anakin could save them this time. It was another loss on Felucia and another devastating loss for the 501st since Umbara.

Before he knew it the briefing was over, he found himself in the hallway, one foot after another, retracing his path from earlier. He remembered Cody putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder after his speech was over. He remembered the look of sympathy Kenobi had offered him before General Mundi went on to talk strategy of how to recoup lost ground on the planet. It was all for nothing, the deaths of his brothers, of the people relying on him to keep them safe. Clones were supposed to withstand this kind of loss, but since Umbara, nothing had been quite the same for Rex.

Rex’s feet stopped themselves at an archway. It was ornate and cracked from the endurances of history, a kind of beauty unfamiliar to Rex. The archway allowed for a golden shaft of light to enter the hallway, its like the light was calling him toward, beckoning him with some unknown pull. Rex turned it over for a second, he shouldn’t be here, he should head straight back to the barracks, but apart of him was too tired to care, too cold.

He never quite realised how beautiful Coruscant could be. The Jedi gardens wound through the temple, around corners, a water feature being tended to by an elderly Jedi as a group of younglings dug in the garden beds looking for worms and other creepy crawlies, their laughter wafting through the peaceful air. Rex meandered down the pale cobbled path and came to stop in front of a tree. Its brilliant leaves littered the pavement making a soft bed for Rex as he sat at the base of it. The ombre oranges of the leaves were nothing like he had seen on any of his campaigns, so delicately gentle in its simplicity but strong and resolute in its colour. Rex put his head in his hands and took a strong deep breath in, his eyes rolled shut and he let the peaceful air roll over him, willing it to take away the pit that had made its home in his stomach.

When Rex closed his eyes, time seemed to stop. It all just felt like an unruly storm of all his worst memories and darkest fears. He felt like he was slipping slowly into his own darkness.

He felt a small hand on his forearm. He looked up. A small face looked back up at him. “You’re not a Jedi.” The kid was so small, smaller than Ahsoka when Rex first met her.

“I’m not.” Rex replied. The kid seemed to stare into his eyes so intently, a watchful curiousness interrogating his psyche.

“You’re sad.” The child said matter-of-factly. “What’s wrong?”

Rex struggled, this tiny Jedi was so untouched by the horrors of the galaxy, holding so much care in their small but intense gaze.

“Nothing’s wrong kid.” Rex was trying his best to reassure the kid and convince himself of the statement. Rex took a breath, looking down at the youngling.

“You know, Master Yoda says the trees call to you when you’re sad. That’s why I’m here.”

Rex looked at the kid with concern. “Are you sad?”

The kid nuzzled underneath Rex’s arm and settled their head in the crook of his shoulder looking up to the starship studded skies of Coruscant. “No. But if you’re here, you’re sad, and everyone needs a friend when they are sad.”

“Yeah, they do kid.” A small smile formed on Rex’s face the weight on his side shifted to snuggle in closer. The youngling was warm and safe beside him, reminding him of when, as cadets, they would all curl up together after the Kaminoans had disappeared. The child squirmed to face him once again.

“What’s your name Mr. Soldier?” Rex had never been addressed as such and his heart softened as he went to reply.

“My name’s Rex, what’s yours?”

“My name is Y/N.”

“That’s a very nice name.” Kamino had never trained him on how to speak to little ones, neither had Ahsoka. He hoped he was doing okay.

“Can I tell you a secret Rex?” Rex was slightly shocked by the question. He nodded in the affirmative and the child to his side kept speaking. “I was lying to you earlier.” They left a beat. “I am sad.” Rex’s heart sank, the child continued. “I’m sad because there is so much pain in the galaxy, and I can’t fix it. I wish I could make everyone happy. But I can be happy for those near me who need it, and make them smile.”

Rex pondered the youngling’s words. Even miniature Jedi sounded like little oracles. “Well Y/N, I think you made me a bit happier.” Rex offered.

“I think that’s all we can do. Especially right now. You’ll get through this Rex, I believe in you.” The youngling closed their eyes and relaxed completely into the clone beside them.

“Thankyou for sitting with me Y/N.” Rex’s mind began to quiet for what felt like the first time in months. The wind blew cooly against his face as the youngling’s chest began to rise and fall rhythmically. A soft otherworldly comfort began to engulf Rex, his own breathing slowed as he let his head rest on the trunk of the tree. Maybe this place called to him for a reason, he wasn’t a Jedi, but he could have sworn he could feel it. Feel it healing him, warming him from his persistent winter. An orange golden leaf fell from the tree, skittering down gently through the wind and landing on Rex’s shoulder.

Maybe this is what Ahsoka meant when she said she was one with the force and the force was with her.

Bad Batch: Modern Au

This post will briefly outline the context that a series of snapshots and Vignettes will be based off (just to save me from the pain of incorporating that into actual fic)

Hunter - the dad.

He is ex-army, served from 19 until he had to come home and look after his brothers when their parents passed

Accidentally adopted Omega when she was little, one of his army pals Cut had gone into child services since retiring and struggled finding a placement for little Omega

Like a duck to water, Hunter became a mother-hen, not only to Omega, but to his younger brothers as well.

Is currently aged 28

Tech - the nerd

He is in his third year at university studying computer science

is currently aged 21

Stays holed up in his room a lot, its got quite smelly.

Likes when Omega comes in his room and just exists while he does stuff, thats kinda how they bond.

Echo - The Ghost

Echo was really hit hard by the passing of their parents.

He was the oldest brother home when they got the call thier dad had passed away from a sudden heart attack, and watched his mother fade away from a broken heart

He is quite snarky with the rest of his fam, still unsure about Omega, but he is getting used to her, but would fight someone to the death if they were mean to her

He hurt his leg in an accident at his work, but has since attended rehab. He lives with chronic pain, and works occasionally as a mechanic

is currently aged 23

Wrecker - The Muscle

Wrecker is obsessed with the gym

He is always there at 5am every morning, benchpressing

He has a whole supplements thing going on and is trying his best to get proper jacked

But when he is not working he is at the local bakery. He really enjoys working with bread and cake. Its his passion outside of fitness.

Omega enjoys hanging out at the bakery afterschool, finishing her homework while Wrecker finishes up for the day.

Is currently aged 19

Crosshair - the Enlisted

Crosshair was in the Army at 19 too, somehow was assigned to the same unit as Hunter after a couple of tours.

When Hunter came back to take care of the fall out of their parent's death, Crosshair instead chose to stay in the army

It was his way to cope, Hunter thinks he's changed, not dealing with his emotions.

Its a point of contention within the family. But they love Crosshair nevertheless

Omega wants Crosshair to love her too, but she is not sure she ever will

Is currently aged 25

Omega - The little one

she is currently 12

Hunter fostered and then adopted her when she was 9 and a half

She feels like one of the crew, but is still a little timid around Echo and Crosshair, for different reasons

She enjoys playing soccer and cooking dinner for her bros

She has just started high school and finds it a bit difficult to fit in

Tagging some lovely people who might be interested

Commander Fox x OC

The first in a series about a Cafe, a Commander, and a very cute barista. Is it cliched, yes, do i care, definitely not. Does Fox need more love, absolutely. It has also been a phat sec since I have posted anything, so as always, tag list if always open, and feedback/comments are greatly appreciated.

Word Count: 900

Contains: Literally just fluff, and coffee?

Slang Terms: Polies - slang for politician.

“One Long Black to go please.” Fox didn’t look up from the floor as he fumbled in his pocket for some credits.

“What size?”

Fox was taken aback by the question. He had had a morning, from the new senate transfer orders that he had been chasing for a week to the fact that his coffee machine in the mess had broken for absolutely no reason. Which is what brought him to the overly bustling cafe down the road from his office.

“Ah.. The largest,” Palms massaging his temples, he kept his head down and paid and moved over to the wait area. Today was not his day.

“Rough day huh?” Fox looked up, it was a different voice to the one he had heard at the counter, it was the barista.

“You don’t know the half of it.” He truly sounded defeated. She shot Fox the sweetest smile as she attended to his caf.

“And to think it's not even 9 in the morning.” She replied. That got a gruff smile out of the guardsman. She snapped the lid onto the flimsi cup and handed the hot beverage to Fox. “Now you remember to have a good day and keep the republic safe for me,” she slipped fox an extra flimsi bag, “And some honey cake on the house. Gotta keep our boys healthy.” She gave Fox a wink and a smile to see him off, and he left the coffee shop slightly more confused, but definitely happier than before.

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Fox kept finding himself in the small coffee shop day in and day out. The machine in the mess hall had since been fixed, but he found himself content spending republic credits at the tiny, but aggressively pastel pink establishment.

“Back again I see,” the cute barista was talking to him again. He felt his cheeks warm and he was very thankful he had decided to keep his helmet on today.

“I cannot live without caf.” He stated plainly, though tiredness was permanently etched in his voice these days.

“Don’t blame you, I see the kinds of stuff your troops have to pull to keep those senators in line, personally polies drive me insane.”

“Tell me about it.” Fox chuckled dryly. “I don’t get paid enough, in fact, I don’t get paid at all.” The sarcasm dripped from his words and the Barista chuckled.

“Well sounds like I need to report a crime.” The barista served a smirk as she handed Fox the cup of warm caf. “Sounds to me like you’re getting robbed.”

Fox couldn’t help but smile, he knew there was a reason he liked this place.

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The bustle never changed, the pink walls remained sturdy, and every morning Fox had a lovely conversation with the cute barista behind the machine. She always left Fox’s coffee to the last of her orders, and was much slower than necessary, only because she loved talking to the Coruscant guardsman.

She would go home from her shift thinking about the mysterious clone with bright red armour and a cute smile. She would sit on her datapad scrolling through stories of the Courscant Guard, trying to find more about the man that called himself Fox. Not that she was a stalker or anything.

Everyday she would anticipate Fox’s arrival, eyes constantly flickering to the door, waiting. Today she was waiting for something special, she wasn’t even sure if Fox would notice. It was in her research that she came across a decal, a little sticker, only a couple of credits, that she could put on the door of her shop, to show it was safe for clones. Without hesitation it was in her shopping cart and a few days later it arrived.

The shop was slower than usual. And Fox was later.

“Busy day?” The barista asked.

“Some of the boys just got back from off-world, so I had to stay and welcome them back.”

“You must be a good brother.” She was more shy than usual, hoping Fox would notice her symbol of solidarity.

“I try my best.”

Fox had gotten used to taking off his helmet each morning, looking into the deep blue eyes of the barista. She would admire the grey flicks of hair along his temple, and the way his eyes would crinkle when he would smile. Fox caught her staring. There was no one else in the shop.

“I can’t believe I never asked, but what’s your name?” All the barista could hear were the fans from the kitchen out the back and the thumping of her heart in her chest, had he really just asked that?

“Uh-um, my name is Fay.” She looked away with a nervous smile. “Uh, here’s your coffee.”

Fox’s hand lingered for a moment too long as she handed him the coffee, in what had become a daily ritual.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Fay.” Turning to leave, he noticed a little sign, it had the GAR insignia on it and a stylised clone trooper helmet. He hadn’t noticed it before, just below the helmet it said ‘this business supports and respects all Clones Troopers and their rights as individuals.’ Fox smiled to himself, the Caf not the only thing warming him that morning.

Fay stood behind her counter, watching Fox leave, grateful for the lull in customers, her heart was beating too fast in her chest. She was looking forward to tomorrow

Commander Fox x OC ----- Part 1 Here

Welcome to Part 2 of this series, this time featuring Thorn in all of his brotherly goodness. Feedback/interaction always appreciated, let me know what you like, if there is something you want to see. My ask box is always open. If you would like to be tagged in future parts, let me know!

Word Count: 964

Contains: shenanigans, Fox being a grumpy shit, some cute moments -- Practically all one could want in a Fox fic.

Thorn didn’t get the rank of Commander by being blasé and it didn’t take a genius to notice the constant resignation oozing out of Fox’s office all day. That’s why Thorn double took as he passed a chirpy Fox in the hallway, clutching a pastel pink flimsi cup. Seeing Fox by the light of day was rare, seeing him with a spring in his step was even rarer.

Thorn didn’t get the rank of Commander by being blasé, but he definitely got the rank of being an annoying little brother by sticking his nose where it shouldn’t have been.

He wrapped lightly on Fox’s door.

“What is it?” Thorn took that as an invitation to wedge the door open and pop his head in.

“So… what’s going on.” The cheeky lilt in Thorn’s voice was not lost on Fox, who leant back in his chair, raising his eyebrows.

“Senatorial reports,” Fox technically wasn’t lying, he did have senatorial reports open on his data-pad, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Nothing else?” The question was dripping with presumption, Fox just stared his brother down.

“Someone else perhaps?” Thorn pressed. He was trying his best to hold back his chuckles, and was very close to failing miserably.

“Get out of my office before I assign you KP duty.” The classic Fox glare was back and Thorn couldn’t help but giggle.

“You can’t assign me KP duty, I’m a Commander.” He giggled as he withdrew his head from Fox’s office and shut the door behind him.

“I still outrank you dimwit.” Fox called through the door, clearly unimpressed with his brother’s antics.

Thorn continued his daily rounds, while he had lots of fun annoying his brother, Fox had managed to dodge telling Thorn anything.

-🌪

Oh tornado anon, I am sorry its taken so long to respond. Have had an awful evening, and Crosshair never fails to cheer me up, so I am glad I saved it. there might be spelling/ grammar errors, because my screen isn’t exactly in focus rn. But ya know EHYY whatevs. Crosshair = medicine

The jungle life crunched underneath your feet, the scrub getting thicker with each step. Crosshair was in front of you, crouched low, rifle raised.

“Lost contact with Hunter, we gotta move.” His voice was more clipped than usual. Your heart sped up. You raced up next to the sniper, urgency in every step.

“What’s the plan? What are we going to do? I should have stayed on the ship.” You were lost, thoughts shaking around in your head like loose screws, words tumbling out of your mouth, unstoppable.

Crosshair stopped in his tracks, His dark brown eyes looking softly into your own.

“Well you’re here now sweetheart, no turnin’ back.” He brought a hand up to your cheek. “We gotta move.”

Crosshair left his hand there a moment too long, before turning and continuing his climb up the jungled cliff face. You were hot on his heels, your anxiety for your batch heightening with each step.

“Cross, how much further?”

“Not long now.” It was seconds after he said this that he knelt down in the underbrush and got situated. He beckoned you down next to him and you obliged. Crosshair adjusted his rifle, lining up his sights on the droid outpost below, you squinted through your binos in the same area, watching the blue and red blaster bolts being exchanged. You tightened as you saw Tech pinned behind a flimsy metal wall, exchanging fire with the droids.

Crosshair reached one hand over to yours, his eyes never leaving his scopes. His pinky wrapped around yours and came to rest on the ground beneath you both.

“It’s going to be okay, trust me.” The usual hardline of his mouth softened and his eyes only betrayed the slightest bit of worry.

That angry boi needs love.

If you're not comfortable with Crosshair, then you can pick the clone boy.

Prompt 6: chasing someone’s lips after they pull away.

I am a SUCKER for very a mild diagnosis of enemies to lovers with the toothpick. Is this Cross getting love, i’m not sure

Warnings: language, slightly steamy (maybe idk)

Words: 359

Number 17: tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt

Word Count: 353

Have i proof read?  no. Have i been thinking about this scenario all day and how cute Fox would be as a mentor to little ones: Most definitely.

After Practice.

Part 2 of Bad Batch AU

Characters: Omega (12), Hunter (28), Echo (23), Tech (21), Wrecker (19)

Is it Hot Cocoa in the rest of the world, probably. Is it Hot Chocolate here where I live. Most definitely. And RIP, its soccer not football, sorry the majority of the world. the only real footy is AFL.

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“Hey Hunter.” Omega climbed into the rusted Toyota.

“Hey Megs, how was practice?” Omega’s shoes were caked in dirt, chopped up turf decorating her shin pads.

“Very wet.” Omega wrapped her team jacket around her tighter and flipped the car A/C vents towards her. “Nah, We had a good practice, I think we will smash on the weekend.”

Hunter smirked a little bit as he put the car into drive and reversed out of the car park amidst the shiny SUVs full of mums and children. The radio sang the repetitive drone of pop songs as the street lights oscillated their usual orange glow. Omega rested her head against the window.

“You know what Hunter.” She asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“What, little Megs?” He could hear the mischief in her voice and was guessing what would come next. He was pretty sure he knew.

“Well,” She started, feigning nonchalance. “I think, seeing I am cold and wet and all, that I might actually need a hot chocolate.”