Starlight Princess | A Star Wars Fanfiction Masterlist
Poe Dameron x Solo! Reader
What if Leia Organa’s daughter survived the fall of the Jedi Temple?
In Starlight Princess, you are the twin flame of the Force, daughter of Leia Organa and Han Solo, sister of Ben Solo, and Poe Dameron's unexpected partner in rebellion and heart.
This reimagining of the sequel trilogy blends canon with new emotional arcs, political stakes, and romance, with a slow-burn Poe x Reader relationship and a deeper redemption arc for Ben Solo.
Series Info:
Title: Starlight Princess
POV: Second-person (You x Poe Dameron)
Genre: Action, Romance, Drama, Force lore, Canon Divergence
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, emotional trauma, pregnancy, slow-burn, Force visions
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summary: obi wan returns to the jedi temple with a young boy in tow. it's up to you to remind your friend that even in the most gloomy situation, hope still shines through the force.
notes: woahh... another blue eyed boy for the roster. girls, obi wan is seriously lacking some love on this app and I am planning to help the cause because this man is in desperate need of a hug.
A relieved sigh quietly leaves your lips as you lay beneath the rustling trees of the Jedi Temple’s pristine gardens. The quiet was a much needed reprieve after months away on a mission across the sector.
Your mind still buzzes with the faraway memory of your lightsaber crackling, the smell of singed flesh and droid oil attempting to intrude on your peace. You wrinkle your nose, taking a deep breath as you close your eyes.
The sound of the waterfalls are comforting as they roar across the gardens, the light laughter of younglings goofing around by the water calming. You were safe here. You were home.
This had always been your favorite place in the Jedi temple. In all of Coruscant really. It wasn't the stark white marble of the temple halls or the blinding lights of the city that followed you everywhere. The gardens were the closest reminder to your evergreen home you had; the endless expanse of trees and mountains you'd spent your first few years of life in.
The temple gardens were quiet, often empty save for a few Jedi who used the grassy expanse as a place to meditate. The bright sun on your face feels good, warming the cold thoughts of loneliness which tended to creep in with the brief glimpses of your life before the order. You breathe in gently, reaching out to the Force with your mind, wrapping it around yourself like a comforting blanket. Keeping the worries and stress of your memories at bay. To be present.
Right now, it was just you. You and the sun. The golden rays warm against your skin; the grass soft beneath your neck, small blades rustling beneath your cream tunic.
You frown as a shadow falls over your face, a strange feeling taking over the warmth of your force signature. Something familiar and bright, knotted against your ribs and bleeding into your calm.
“Hello there.”
Your lashes flutter open with surprise, the familiar crooked smile that always accompanied Obi Wan meeting your gaze.
“Obi Wan!” You sit up- too fast.
A loud smack sounds as foreheads bonk together, both of you groaning and rubbing the bruised front of your foreheads. The bump throbbing at your hairline is quickly forgotten as you grin at Obi Wan, leaping forward to throw yourself in his arms.
He grunts, laughing as he catches you, the boy practically toppling over as you squeeze him tightly, his feet shifting beneath you to stabilize his crouch.
“I missed you too-” Obi Wan laughs, his voice warm against your ear.
“How did you know I was here?!”
“Master Yoda told me you’d returned this morning. I figured there was only one place you’d be.”
You chuckle, leaning into Obi Wan slightly. His hand holds you steady, the two of you much closer than any of your instructors would deem appropriate. It had always been this way- catching glances across the classroom, hands lingering on bandages after lightsaber practice, smiles that grew brighter in each other’s presence.
“When did you return?” you ask, sitting back on your haunches, finally giving the boy some space. “I heard you’d been gone on a mission for a while? Something about negotiations and treaties?”
Obi Wan makes a face, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Right. It’s been a while since we’ve been back at the temple together.” You hum in agreement.
“Well, when you finally pass the tests, you’ll be able to travel more like me.” Obi Wan glares playfully.
“Gloating is not very becoming of a freshly knighted Jedi, you know.” You shrug, tossing your hair, now notably missing the long, thin braid Obi Wan still sported.
“What can I say? I’m enjoying the promotion.”
Obi Wan snorts, and looks away. Your proud smile falters slightly, noting the way his eyes don’t quite meet yours. Had you said something wrong? Had something happened? Obi Wan finally looks up at you, something sorrowful and pained written in the blue of his eyes.
You swallow, realizing something was different about Obi Wan. Something had changed in the way he looked, the tired lines beneath his eyes, the tense curve of his shoulder. Even the way his hand still lingered on your knee, something he was usually so adamant about not doing in public spaces.
“Obi-” you begin, voice quickly cut off by another, bright and loud.
“OBI WAN!”
The voice rings through the gardens, young and curious. Obi Wan cringes as another cry echoes louder, the two of you turning towards the arched structure of the garden's entrance. You watch as a young boy runs through the grass, curious as you take in his long, dirty blonde hair and obvious lack of standard Jedi attire.
“Obi Wan, I finally found you,” the boy gasps, practically barreling into Obi Wan as he comes to a stop. The young boy rests his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. You note how quickly Obi Wan removes his hand from your knee, his palm already resting on the child's back in an attempt to help him catch his breath.
“So you did,” Obi Wan sighs, glancing back at you before leaning closer to the boy and whispering, “I thought I told you to stay put in the dorm.”
“I did,” the kid huffs as he shakes his bangs. “But it was boring. I can’t do anything in there except stare at that star map you have- and I know all those stars. But I saw your holochess set was malfunctioning and I thought if I could get some tools-”
You give Obi Wan a look, laughing quietly as the boy rambles about fixing it.
“You still have that old thing?” Obi Wan glares at you. The boy turns to you, looking over with interest.
“Hello,” he gives you a smile, jutting his hand out. “I’m Anakin.”
“Hi,” you grin, taking his hand. You note the callouses along his palm, the tight grip of his fingers as he shakes. You give him your name, Obi Wan watching the two of you carefully. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around the temple before, Anakin.”
“That’s cause I’m not from here. I’m from Tatooine.” Your eyes widen in surprise. That was an awful long way from Coruscant. You shoot Obi Wan a questioning look. He swallows thickly, looking up at Anakin.
“Qui Gon found him on our mission. Anakin here is a very talented and special force user. He's to be trained here.”
“I’m going to be a Jedi!” Anakin beams, crossing his arms. You’re surprised. The boy was much older than most younglings were. Older than some padawans are when they start their training.
“Wow. That’s wonderful Anakin. And Qui Gon is-”
“I’m going to train him,” Obi Wan interjects, clearing his throat as he looks at you. “Once I pass the tests, of course.”
You frown, still kneeling on the grass. Obi Wan holds out a hand for you and you gladly take it. Something had happened on his mission. You knew it, could feel it in his strange demeanor. In Anakin whose presence at the temple was both strange and curious.
You wanted to press Obi Wan, to ask him what he was trying to hide, and desperately failing to. But something in the Force told you not to. Not yet, at least.
“Right,” you finally exhale. “Obi Wan- a Knight and mentor. It's about time.” He chuckles quietly, rolling his eyes.
“I like to take my time with things.”
“I’ll say," Anakin sniffs, gray boot kicking something in the grass. "You took forever this morning getting ready after that meeting with Master Yoda."
“Oh yeah?” You grin. Obi Wan takes a breath as he tries to calm the pink blush creeping up his neck.
“Don't get any ideas,” he says between his teeth. You laugh, brushing grass off of your knees as you stand. Anakin looks between you and Obi Wan.
For a moment, you swore you saw his brows draw lower, his eyes narrow. Like he saw something he shouldn't- like he could see the secret thing lingering between you and Obi Wan. The thing the two of you refused to acknowledge and yet both silently agreed to hide.
But the look was gone before it could fully actualize. Anakin was smiling at you brightly, arms folded in a manner that told you Obi Wan’s habits had already begun to rub off on the boy.
You clear your throat, not wanting to answer any questions that might be brewing in the young boy's mind.
“So, Anakin. What's it been like to be in the Jedi Temple?”
“Boring," he sighs. "There’s nothing to do here.” You laugh, giving an understanding nod.
“Sure. It is pretty daunting. But once you're a padawan, things will pick up.”
Anakin sighs again. The sigh that said a lot more about his situation than any words could. Special and talented.
From the way Obi Wan kept trying to hide his grimace you could tell there was a lot more than either of them was revealing. The something that had happened on Obi Wan’s mission. The something that left you with a strange feeling in the Force. You reach out and squeeze Anakin’s shoulder.
“Trust me. The council will let you wander around free once you're official. They're just sticklers for rules,” you whisper the last part, leaning in close.
“That's kind of the problem,” Anakin whispers back. He glances at Obi Wan quickly and subtly points to him, “he’s the one who won't let me do anything.”
“Anakin-” Obi Wan sighs.
“What,” Anakin frowns. “It's boring just sitting in that room all day watching you meditate.”
“Anakin,” Obi Wan frowns, voice laced with warning.
“It’s okay Anakin. I believe you.”
The two boys turn to you in surprise, Obi Wan looking mortified and Anakin’s blue eyes practically glowing with anticipation.
“What!” “What?”
You shrug, crouching down to Anakin’s level.
“I used to think Obi Wan was a bit boring too,” you whisper, just loud enough for Obi Wan to hear. “He never wanted to do anything fun. Always worried about the Council and their rules.”
Obi Wan crosses his arms, giving you an unimpressed look. You raise an eyebrow, testing to see if he’d argue. He didn’t.
“But you know what?”
“What?”
“I got to know him a bit better. And I found out a secret he’s been trying to hide.” You glance up at Obi, a wide smirk blooming on your face. “He’s the biggest trouble maker of us all.”
Anakin’s eyes widen in surprise, looking up to Obi Wan who rolls eyes.
“I am not, don’t tell him that.”
“It’s true. Look Anakin, one of the most important parts of the Jedi code, to be truthful and honest, and he broke it without blinking.”
Anakin laughs, clearly curious about Obi Wan’s past now. The Jedi just shakes his head at you, trying and failing to hide a smile. He didn’t argue again.
Because he knew it was true. The stories the two of you could tell from your early padawan days would put Master Yoda into a coma.
“He really got into trouble?”
“Of course. Give it time and I promise you, you’ll be chasing after him. Not the other way around.”
Anakin grins, like he was ready to hold you to that promise.
“Anakin,” Obi Wan says gently, “Why don’t you run off and join those younglings for a moment. I want a word with my friend here.”
“But-”
“Please.”
Anakin nods, holding out his hand for you to shake it. You do, letting the boy tell you how nice it was to make your acquaintance. You stand, watching him run off through the grass, chasing after the younglings by the waterfalls.
“He’s cute,” you finally say after a minute, standing.
“He’s a handful.”
“So were you from what I remember. The tar pit incident? Or the time we had to fish your saber out of the lake?” Obi Wan pinches the bridge of his nose, groaning.
“Don’t remind me.” You laugh, looking up at Obi Wan with question, the curiosity of the situation becoming too much.
“Obi, why are you going to train him? Why not your Master…” you trail off, the words running cold as a dark sense of knowing creeps in. Obi Wan doesn’t meet your eyes, his adams apple bobbing as he stares at the scuffed toe of his brown boots.
“Oh Obi…”
There could only be one reason Obi Wan had decided to take on a padawan of his own. Only one reason he’d come to find you in the gardens alone, without Qui Gon Jinn in tow. His Master who loved the gardens, who had taken you under his wing like you were his own padawan.
Qui Gon Jinn who had the purest heart of any Jedi you’d come to know; who had seen the poor boy from Tatooine and immediately wanted to help him fulfill his potential.
Who would never be able to smile proudly as Obi Wan passed his tests… as Anakin trained to become a Jedi.
Obi Wan clears his throat, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“Qui Gon was killed during a duel with a Sith. I couldn’t do anything- I just stood there helpless…” You reach out and touch Obi Wan's arm gently. A small gesture, one you wish could be closer. Deeper. But for now, it had to be enough.
“I’m sorry. He was one of the best of us.”
“I know,” Obi Wan says shakily. “I just don’t know how I’m going to train the boy. I barely feel like I’m a fully fledged Jedi myself. I don’t want to let my Master down.”
“You won’t. I know you won’t,” you give him a soft smile. Obi Wan’s Force signature surges for a moment, something brilliant amidst the dull blue you had been feeling. It reaches out for your own signature, seeking the warmth radiating from your hope and sympathy.
The blue gives way to orange, sadness bleeding into something less melancholic, a sentimental remembrance. A surge of hope.
“Obi,” you squeeze his arm. “Qui Gon believed in you. He was proud of you, more so than I think you realize. If he asked you to do this, then he knows you can.”
Obi Wan sighs, eyes darting across the gardens to where Anakin was still running about, playing in the blue pool of the waterfalls. He's quiet for a moment, nothing but the gentle breeze from the controlled temple airlock brushing against your cheek, rustling the tree branches.
“Thank you,” he finally musters, giving you a soft look. “I needed to hear that.”
“Anytime Obi.” You rock on the heel of your boot, a light chuckle escaping.
“What?” He asks, matching your smile.
“You really won’t let the kid do anything?” Obi Wan groans, shaking his head.
“If I did, we’d be putting out fires everywhere.”
“He can't be that bad.”
“He flew a fighter ship into a combat zone. A trade federation station... and he helped destroy the thing.” Your eyes widen.
“By himself?” Obi Wan hums in agreement. You look out at the boy, watching him carefully.
“Anakin must be very special.”
“He is. Marvelously so. But he's reckless. Headstrong. Stubborn. He argues with every thing I’ve told him so far-” you laugh, giving Obi Wan a look.
“Sounds like someone else I used to know.”
“Hey,” Obi Wan makes a face. “I’ve mellowed out." You giggle, thinking of all the mischief he'd inadvertently caused with you during your padawan days.
“You have. But just remember he is still a kid. Even with all his gifts and talent.”
“I suppose.”
From across the gardens comes a laughing chorus of screams. You both turn, watching as Anakin floats in the air, a young girl beneath him sweating as she holds her hands high. The other kids throw their boots and belts at Anakin, trying to knock him down.
“Uh oh.” Obi Wan stiffens. “Duty calls.”
You snort, watching him fix his brown robes, ready to stalk off and scold the group.
“Don't be too hard on him, Obi.”
Obi Wan gives you a smirk, eyes not leaving you as he moves backwards to the falls.
"You're just jealous I've got a padawan before you."
You open your mouth in surprise, ready to retort. But the auburn haired Jedi is already off, the group of younglings screaming in delight as he joins them, his scolding echoing through the garden. You giggle, rubbing your forehead as you sit on the grass, watching the chaos unfold between Anakin and him.
In Case of Forgotten Heating Pad, Use a Clone Medic Instead
Pairing: Kix x fem!reader
Word count: ~2.5k
Tags/Warnings: a little suggestive, but not nsfw; reader is on her period; some discussions regarding periods and other natural processes; i'm torturing poor Kix by embarrassing him; poorly-timed(?) boner; first kiss; short n' sweet; a little bit of mutual pining
My first offering for the @gar-romance-month
Event prompt: Cuddling
A/N: inspired by my uterus trying to kill me a few periods ago. Wish I had Kix to take care of me.
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Kix is watching you closely. He’s always doing that due to the annoying, frustrating, completely unattainable crush he’s developed after weeks of working with you side by side. Honestly, it was impossible not to fall for you, and he doesn’t understand how the entire damn battalion isn’t completely smitten.
The way you move with graceful, yet deadly precision on the battlefield, wielding your lightsaber like it’s an extension of your very soul.
The way you kneel by the side of injured troopers, sharing your own lifeforce to keep them breathing.
The way you offer kind words and comfort even when you’re drained of power and exhausted.
Kix never stood a damn chance.
It didn’t help that, as the healer assigned to the 501st, you’re always in the medbay, always next to him in and out of the battle. And it definitely didn’t help that, when Jesse noticed his crush on you, he started asking you to join them for meals, for hang-outs in the breakroom or outings at the 79s.
But it’s pointless, useless to even imagine you might harbour the same painfully hidden feelings.
So he watches you, and laughs at your jokes, and does his very best to make you smile.
This time, however, his gaze is full of concern.
Because from the second you sat down across from him at their table in the mess hall, you seemed… off.
Your face is slightly drained of its usual colour, and your eyes seem unfocused, as if exhaustion is tightly wrapped around your body in a cold, suffocating embrace. The food on your plate keeps being pushed around, yet it barely makes its way into your mouth. And you’re just a little hunched over, not holding yourself with the typical Jedi finesse he always admires.
When your eyes meet his, Kix shoots you a quizzical look, tilting his head in a silent question. You reply by slightly shaking your head and waving a hand to dismiss his concern, then move your attention back to the story Fives is retelling about his first embarrassingly unsuccessful attempt at hooking up with a girl.
But Kix can’t pay attention to his vod. His medic intuition is screaming that something is wrong. And when he sees you wince in pain, sweet, worried Kix instantly disappears – and lead medic CT-6116 fully takes over.
“Nope, that’s it. You’re coming to the medbay!” he suddenly speaks, bringing all light-hearted conversation around the table to a standstill.
“Kix, I’m fine,” you object with a small roll of your eyes. “It’s nothing.”
Unfortunately, your point is completely ruined as you grimace and involuntarily wrap your arms around your lower abdomen.
“Something is clearly wrong. Medbay. Now!” Kix orders.
“It’s fine, really,” you keep insisting.
Kix is already standing, levelling you with a sharp, but concerned look. “Don’t make me pull rank.”
The entire table watches the confrontation silently, their eyes moving from you to the medic.
“Maker,” you hiss, frustrated. “It’s just my period, okay? Just a bad cramp. It’ll pass.”
“Oh.”
Kix sits back down on the bench, a blush creeping up the back of his neck.
That is not really something he covered during his combat medic training on Kamino. It simply hadn’t been considered efficient or necessary to teach them about female physiology when every trooper produced was biologically male. For the first time since the war began, Kix feels out of his depth.
Di’kut. He should’ve researched this the moment you joined the team.
“Can’t you – I don’t know – make it go away with your Jetti magic?” Fives asks, leaning to see you better past Hardcase.
“That requires being able to concentrate,” you explain. “And it’s always… difficult for me to do during the first two days.” You pause, rubbing your temples. “Hormonal shifts mess with my focus. Especially with Force healing.”
You almost laugh at the awkward silence that settles over the table. For all their bravery and confidence, at the end of the day, they’re still just boys – with very little experience of the world beyond training sims and battlefields.
“I’ll take a painkiller if you have one, though,” you say, directing the request to Kix.
“Uh right, yes,” he mumbles as he stands. “I’ll get right on that.”
He hurries out the mess, muttering some curses. He just had to choose today of all days to come to lunch only in his blacks, wishing to take advantage of the time spent in hyperspace, where they’re safe from any attacks. But what kind of medic doesn't carry some painkillers on him at all times?
He's in and out of the medbay in under thirty seconds, then quickly makes his way back to the mess. When he walks in, however, he instantly clocks that you're no longer sat at their table.
“Echo is helping her get back to her cabin. She said she needed to lay down,” Jesse explains as soon as he approaches.
Kix spins on his heels and pretty much sprints out the large room and down the corridors, catching up to you and Echo as you're waiting for the turbolift.
“I got it from here,” he announces, walking to your side.
Echo nods to him, then gently claps your shoulder before heading back toward the mess.
“Did you run?” you ask, amused, as you notice his rapid breathing.
Kix shrugs in response, then helps you get in the lift. The cramps have intensified. It's not something completely uncommon that might cause you to worry, but it's bad enough that you lean into his side and allow him to help get you back in your quarters.
You plop down on your cot, while Kix hurries to find a cup to fill with water.
“Left side cabinet,” you instruct, watching slightly amused as he completes his task.
Kix hands you the painkillers and the cup, and you thank him with a weak smile.
Once you take the meds, you push the cover away and lay down on your side, knees drawn to your chest and eyes screwed shut as another cramp claws its way through your body.
Ever the medic, Kix kneels by the bed, and checks your temperature with the back of his palm.
Your eyes open, puzzled to feel his hand on your forehead. “I’m not sick, Kix.”
“Just making sure,” he says.
Without thinking, he cups your face and tilts your head so he can better see your pupils. They seem a little wider than usual, but maybe it’s just the lighting in your room.
“Your hand’s warm,” you remark, leaning a little into his touch.
Kix nearly chokes on air.
“Clones, uh… run hot,” he says as his thumb gently strokes your cheek.
He should absolutely not be touching you, a Jedi, like this. And yet… you’re not pulling away. You’re human, after all, you need the comfort. And he sure as hell is happy to provide it.
You close your eyes and wince as another bad cramp hits you. Kix swears his heart clenches at the small sound you make. It could take half an hour for the medicine to kick in… maybe he should run back to the medbay and get you a bacta shot.
“Kix?” you speak before he can decide what to do. “Could you hold me?”
“W-What?”
He didn’t hear you right… did he? There’s no way you just asked–
“Heat is good for cramps,” you explain softly. “But we shipped out so quickly, I forgot to pack my heating pad.” You hesitate, starting to feel a little nervous at the shocked look on his face. “You’re warm, you know?” you add, quieter.
It takes a few seconds for his brain to catch up. Then he moves – quickly, before logic can talk him out of it. Carefully, he climbs into bed behind you, resting his head on a folded arm as he presses close. Impossibly close.
You sigh, content, once you feel the steady heat of him through your clothes. He’s not entirely sure what to do with his other hand, but thankfully you take the lead; you reach for his arm and guide it yourself, draping it over your lower abdomen.
And then you’re just… cuddling. On a bed. In your room. Alone.
Kix is starting to believe that maybe he’s dreaming.
He’s never been this close to you before. Never been able to feel your ribcage expand against his chest as you breathe or smell the floral scent that clings to your hair. It’s intoxicating, and a weird guilty feeling twists in his stomach as he realises he’s somewhat glad you’re in enough pain to need him like this.
It’s horrible, and he hates himself for ever thinking it. But… Maker, he’s been dreaming of holding you like this for so long…
“Thank you,” you murmur as you readjust, trying to get more comfortable. In the process, the hem of your top rides up – and Kix’s fingers brush the soft skin of your abdomen.
And the mortifying effect is immediate.
His eyes go wide as heat floods his body, his lower blacks suddenly far too tight. This isn’t happening to him. Not right now. Kix’s entire body goes as stiff as his growing member and he pulls back slightly from you. The last thing he wants is for you to feel his hardened length on your ass and think he’s some sort of creep.
Kix is not a religious man – but right now he sure is praying to the Maker for you not to realise what’s happening. Stars help him, he’s never felt more embarrassed in his life and his heart is pounding in his chest, all of a sudden hyperaware of how close his fingers are to your core.
Why? Why now when he could finally enjoy being so close to you? Why did his body have to betray him like this?
Unfortunately, you do notice the warmth of his body retreating from the area where you need it most, and how rigidly he suddenly is behind you. It confuses you, and you can only assume he’s uncomfortable because of the position you’ve put him in. The very not professional position.
You need to somehow lighten the air.
“It’s not always this bad,” you mutter. “But sometimes my uterus gets bored and tries to kill me.”
Your joke doesn’t seem to land, as Kix refuses to relax behind you.
“Right, sorry,” you continue with a small chuckle. “The uterus is an organ–”
“I know what the uterus is,” Kix interrupts you with a scoff.
“So you should also know that periods are completely natural,” you state.
Kix groans. “I know that…”
“You sure?” you challenge. “Because you seem uncomfortable and I know some men find periods gross–”
“That’s not why I’m uncomfortable!” he protests, immediately regretting the choice of words.
“So you admit you’re uncomfortable,” you accuse, your tone both amused and slightly irritated.
“N-No, that’s… that’s the wrong word,” Kix huffs, starting to get frustrated. “I misspoke.”
“Then what is it, Kix?” you press. “Why are you so tense?”
“I’m not–”
“You are! And I don’t get–”
“I have an erection, okay?!” Kix blurts out.
“Oh.” You blink, a little caught off guard. “That's uhh… also very natural.”
“Maker take me now,” he mutters.
A heavy, loaded silence falls around you, and Kix feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. Yet he can’t help but notice that you haven’t pushed his arm away or called him a creep like he expected.
Then, suddenly, you move closer to him, pressing your backside right into his pelvis. Kix grunts, strained and involuntary.
“Damn,” you remark, voice a little husky. “You’re big.”
His eyes go wide. This definitely has to be a dream. A cruel trick his mind is playing on him. Because there’s no way you could be this okay with what’s happening.
“Kix? Did it, uhm, just happen or… is there a reason behind it?” you ask.
When you don’t receive a response, you turn to face him, but the medic is doing everything to avoid your gaze. His face is flushed, redder than you’ve ever seen it before, and a pitiful look fills his eyes.
You take a deep breath, hoping you’re not reading this wrong. “What I’m asking is… do you maybe… like me back?”
His eyes snap to yours. “Back?” he repeats, voice tinged with fragile hope.
The nerves are getting to you, so all you can manage in reply is two small nods.
A smile slowly blooms on his face. Hesitantly, his fingers brush some hair behind your ear, before cradling your cheek.
“If I wake up in the barracks and this was all a dream, I’m gonna be so pissed off,” Kix murmurs.
A small, melodic laugh falls from your lips, pulling at his heartstrings. Your hand reaches for him, resting in the middle of his solid chest. A little proof that you’re really there.
“Your heart’s racing,” you observe.
“Yeah,” he says, voice low. “It does that whenever I'm near you.”
You grasp his hand, moving it from your face over your own racing heart. “Mine too.”
Kix huffs a small, incredulous breath. Then, he slowly trails his hand from your chest to the back of your neck, and leans in closer.
“Mesh'la,” he rasps. “Can I kiss you?”
You don't answer with words, instead you tilt your head and close the small distance between you.
The kiss is short and sweet, a tentative brush of your lips against his. The softness on his movements makes you melt. And it sends a rush of electricity through both of your bodies. He’s always been respectful and patient, and you can taste it on him even now.
Kix pulls away first, almost like he needs to make sure you haven’t disappeared. You greet him with a wide smile, and go to kiss him again – only to be stopped by a sharp cramp twisting in your gut.
Your head falls against his collarbone, and a strained whimper sounds in the back of your throat. Kix wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly into the warmth of his body.
“Still hurts?” he asks, carefully sliding a hand up and down your back.
“A little,” you reply. You nuzzle the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. It’s a mix of GAR-issued soap, antiseptic and a little sweat – and somehow, the best thing you’ve ever smelled. “This is really helping.”
“Alright, cyar’ika.” He presses a loving kiss on the top of your head. “Then we’ll stay like this until the painkillers kick in.”
“Wouldn’t mind staying like this after that either,” you murmur against his skin.
Kix chuckles, a low rumble you can feel from his chest.
“Then we’ll stay like this for as long as we can.”
Summary: As you wait with Maul—your partner—and his syndicate for the ship that would get you off planet, something else causes a delay
warnings: Angst/comfort, fluff, Reader is like a few months pregnant, protective Maul, Soft Maul, kinda ooc Maul, Reader is a former Jedi, Violence, fighting, choking (not the fun way)
authors note: I normally hate pregnancy stuff but I couldn‘t help but daydream ts so I‘m making it a one shot
word count: idk
Never would you have thought that you‘d be a sith‘s partner one day.
That this very sith was Maul Opress and that you‘d built a weird little life with him.
And now, as you stood on the platform from which a ship is supposed to get you off planet, your heart beat quickened just slightly while your hand rested on your slightly swelled belly.
A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of the life growing inside you and you closed your eyes, feeling the unease creep up your chest.
Now that the Empire is here, it isn‘t safe to stay on Janix anymore, especially for you. As a former Jedi and soon to be mother whose partner is no other than Darth Maul, things are getting heated.
Your other hand fidgeted with the lightsaber on your hip, tracing the marks that came from years of fighting.
„Something is bothering you.”
His deep voice made you look up. Maul’s eyes were trained on your face but they eventually flicked down to the hand on your belly.
You clearly remember the day you found out—both of you—and the relief that washed over you when he didn’t abandon you because of it had been the thread you were holding onto for the past few months.
Maul could easily sense your stress through your shared force bond.
“I’m worried, Maul.”, you whispered, watching as the mandalorians carried their stuff onto the platform.
When you felt his consciousness brushing at your through the force, you let him in. Let him read your mind because that was easier than trying to put your worries into words.
His hand reached out from behind his back and slowly put it over yours, head tilting just slightly. “There is no need for your fear.”, he spoke, voice as calm as ever.
You grimaced, opening your mouth to say something when your throat suddenly tightened. The words died on your tongue, gasping for air when the invisible force grip cut it off.
Your eyes widened, realizing what was happening.
Your hands shot up, clawing at your neck in desperation.
Maul realized just as quickly as you did. His hands shot up to cradle your head, looking around frantically to search for the cause.
Meanwhile, dots started to blur your vision, tears forming in your eyes. “Maul—“, you choked, staring at him in horror.
Then, Maul’s yellow eyes locked onto a figure far behind you, a growl bubbling out of his chest as he grabbed his lightsaber and threw it at the cloaked figure.
It was suffocating, you believed that you’d pass out right then and there when you suddenly heard the clash of lightsabers.
The grip ariund your throat disappeared almost immediately.
You collapsed, feeling Maul’s firm grip around your arm to slow your fall as he catched his lightsaber again.
Gasping for air, you felt your body going weak, “Maul…”
“Don’t move.”, he spoke quickly, worrying about your current state, but there was no time, the Inquisitor attacked.
Maul stood as close to you as possible, shielding you with his body and his saber.
You only heard pieces of their conversation.
“Look at you.”, The Inquisitor spat, jumping forward to strike his lightsaber to your head but Maul was faster. He blocked the lightsaber with his own only inches away from your head.
The warm red spread over your skin.
“Attached to someone like that.”, Tge Inquisitor looked down at you and your lightsabers, scoffing under his mask.
“How deep did you fall.”
Maul growled in response, pushing him back with the force while moving protectively infront of you again. “I did not fall.”, he defended himself and you, “I’m not sitting at his feet like a lost puppy following orders.”
That must’ve angered the Inquisitor because he charged forward once again, faster this time.
Your frantic gasping turned into heavy, controlled breathing as you tried to collect yourself, your hands cradling your belly.
Then, the force sparked.
“No!”
Within seconds your lightsaber shot into your right hand, the blade whirring to life as it glowed a bright (l/c).
You pulled it above your head, deflecting the red lightsaber just in time as it threatened to cut off your head.
You grit your teeth, letting out a muffled scream as you stared up at the Inquisitor.
“Jedi.”, his hiss was low and dangerous.
Maul pulled himself back up onto the platform. He almost slipped off it when the Inquisitor shoved him away with the force.
He was more than reliefed to see that your skills and instincts as a Jedi were something to rely on, otherwise he never would’ve forgiven himself leaving you defenseless like that in your current state.
When the Inquisitor started to shift his weight, you reached out, pulling your second lightsaber into your free hand with the force and ignited it before your opponent could stop you.
Then, you hissed, striking it into his unguarded leg which caused him to stumble and jump back.
“Get lost.”, you mumbled strained, breathing hard as you kept your eyes on him, ready to defend yourself again if needed.
But Maul was faster than the Inquisitor in front of you. He was just a blur of black and white when he rushed past you, right at the enemy with fresh rage bubbling in his chest.
He overwhelmed the cloaked man with powerful strikes that didn’t leave time for himself to attack.
“My Lady!”, Rook exclaimed, voice slightly panicked as she rushed over to you. “Are you alright?”
You didn’t react right away, just watched as your partner completely overpowered his enemy.
“I’m okay.”, you said then, letting the blades of your lightsabers retreat and putting them back to your hip. “Be so nice and help me up.”
It didn’t take long for the Inquisitor to turn around and flee, knowing that he couldn’t physically compete with Maul and his own injured leg.
“Coward.”, Rook just spat as she watched, her grip around your arm firm to do as you asked. “You got a good hit at him.”
You huffed, straightening as you stood on your feet again. “I guess…”
Within seconds, Maul stood at your side once again, shooting Rook a quick glance before taking in her position. “Are you alright?”
The corner of your mouth quirked up, not really in the mood to answer the same question twice, but you did anyway. “I’m alright. Thank you.”
For a second too long, Maul searched your face. Trying to find any sign of visible lie or strain in your features. “Maul.”, you spoke, stepping closer and putting a light hand on his chest. “I’m alright.”
Maul nodded after a second of hesistance, eye twitching as he saw purple bruises bloom on your throat just above the neck of your robe.
His hand rose, his fingers faintly touching your neck as he let the force flow through you, healing the bruises as much as he could.
“We will have to get you to a healer.”
You couldn’t disagree, after all you knew how bad the injury must look. Not to forget that the moment of missing air could’ve caused damage to the growing life inside you.
Even if that wasn’t the first thing Maul worried about.
Because he always thought about you. His first priority.
Clone trooper of your choice + inapprotiate use of the force
This is written in a rambling manner, because I've been worn out these past couple of days. I wanted to make it possible to imagine your clone of choice, cuz I love them all.
My writing program has decided to be an ass, so I can’t use autocorrect at the moment. I’m hoping it gets fixed or whatever. Expect errors.
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Okay, so. Imagine being a jedi, or a force user, or whatever. You can access the force, and you work alongside your beloved Clone. It can be as their superior, if you like that, or more as their equal, or as equal as a jedi can be to a clone in the eyes of the republic.
Maybe you are one of those forceusers, who can sense people’s emotions and feelings much more than average, which is how you figure out your clone has feelings for you.
It wouldn’t be too out of this world to imagine it starts with fantasies, of your clone letting his thoughts wander when he thinks he’s alone, or that nobody will notice.
Most jedi aren’t incredibly open about their skills, so it would make sense if you weren’t either. At least, not describing all of it in detail. They might know that you can feel strong emotions, but your clone thinks his fantasies won’t be noticed.
And normally they wouldn’t, had you not already been attracted to him and checking on him on a regular basis. You know as much as the next guy that jedi aren’t meant to have attachment, but you can’t help it.
Only all your training keeps you from blushing when you see his thoughts. As your clone imagines bending you over your desk and flipping your robes up, leaving fingerprints on your hips and hickeys all the way up your spine as he splits you open.
It's even worse if you guys are having an active conversation as his thoughts drift, eyes focusing on the way your lips move, and how he imagines it wrapped around him. Or the times where he’s feeling softer, and just wants to kiss and love.
If I remember correctly, some force users can enter dreams or manipulate them to a certain degree. So, imagine you do just that after you start dating. You guys can’t be openly affectionate in public, so it has to happen in dreams.
Imagine your clone being so exhausted from active duty with little rest, and he falls asleep in his bunk, mourning the fact that he couldn’t see you this entire time.
Only to be met with you when he opens his eyes in his dream. It’s much clearer than any normal dream, helped by the force to be more solid and real.
Being in a dream means pretty much anything is possible, which you two get to use to the fullest. There are no rest periods in dreams either, so you two can keep going for what feels like hours.
When your clone wakes up though, he gets laughed at by some of the other troopers, as he would mumble and groan your name throughout the night. Everyone assumes he just has a crush, because who doesn’t.
You snicker when you learn about it, teasingly asking your clone if he’s been struggling to sleep lately. He knows exactly what you are doing, and gets back at you the next chance he gets.
Having the force is also useful, since you guys can’t be physically affectionate out in the open and all that.
You guys don’t even need to be together for you to pleasure him. When your clone is alone, he might feel a ghostly version of your lips kiss his cheek, your hands on his shoulders, your arms wrapped around him.
Or your ghostly mouth kissing down his chest and stomach, or your tight hole squeeze around him until he’s spilling inside his undersuit. It leaves him uncomfortable for the rest of the day, as he won’t have time to go off and change without being suspicious to the others, who already enjoy ribbing him too much.
Obviously, you know he’s gonna get back at you for that, but that is part of the fun. Especially using the force to just barely give him glimpses of you before slipping away, so your clone has to actively chase you down from time to time.
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Warnings: Mutual Pining. Idiots in Love. Misunderstandings (that are addressed throughout). Overprotective Rex. Innocent touches turn Not-So-Innocent...Love Confessions. "Enthusiastic" Feelings. Dirty, Sweet Talk. Brief Oral (female receiving). Brief Hand Job. Pentrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up folks). Creampie. Cuddling.
Summary: Under the assumption that your friend's Captain cannot stand the sight of you, you steer clear of him throughout the Life Day Celebrations. But when the diplomatic visit takes an unexpected turn, you're forced to act as bait so Anakin and Rex capture the assassin chasing after the Prince of Dondri. An accidental encounter on the final night of the mission brings clarity to certain matters for you...and reveals some of your own secrets to Rex.
Prompts: The Christmas ornament is supposedly enchanted. // Scene inspired by the image of a boat decked out in Christmas lights. // After the blizzard hits, they’re stuck together for a while, and they
have to stay warm.
A/N: Hope everyone is enjoying their holidays. This gift is for the lovely @loving-the-cambridges who's also taking part of the Life Day Gift Exchange by @cloneficgiftexchange . Your little prompts are fanfic heaven for me so I hope I incorporated them to your liking, albeit with the twists I made to them. And I am so so sorry for the slight delay friend!!! Happy Reading :D
P.S. It's overdue by a year but I'm also writing this for the @clonexreaderbingo challenge (which was about a year ago).
As the festivities continue, you look to the sky and find yourself meditating on the constellations twinkling high above the laughter and dancing. You wander along the edge of the celebrations, the sound of music and enthusiastic drinking fading into the background and pushing a smile onto your features. You watch as the 501st relax with the people of Dondri, and if you didn’t know better, you would think this was another normal rotation for them. But as all things, the joy goes as quickly as it comes when you look towards one particular member of the legion and find him standing near the Prince, his eyes scanning the crowd to ensure the safety of the royal family.
Maker, it truly was unfair how effortlessly attractive that man was. Whatever he was doing, even if he was merely lounging or standing quietly and doing nothing, he looked absolutely exquisite. And with every ounce of your being, you wished you were only physically attracted to him. But the opposite was true; the genuine dedication and care he upheld with everything that he did was what first caught your eye. Never have you met someone as tender and responsible as him. It would have been so much easier if you just found him objectively handsome, but like everything you’ve had to reevaluate recently, you knew whatever emotions stirring within you each time you are in his presence were based on more than his looks. It was such a dangerous thought process though, because for the first time since you were knighted, you genuinely debated ignoring the rules and confessing to him your feelings. He was everything you could ever want and so much more.
Too bad he couldn’t stand the sight of you.
It was so unfortunate, but perhaps it was for the best. Maybe if the feelings were mutual, things would have been more complicated, more so for him than for you. So much would have been at stake, the most important being his position and well-being. But a part of you secretly hoped that he, at least, tolerated working with you. And you would have thought he did, if it weren’t for the fact that he tended to leave every time you were in the same room. Each suggestion you made, he would meet with some bit of hostility, not disrespect, but just irritation at the prospect of carrying out your commands. It was horrible.
Yet it made you want him all the more. He had a sense of honor that he upheld more than most, a trait that was rare during these times. A characteristic that made you avoid him at every chance you could so as to not make him uncomfortable. You were not his General, but you were a General, one that he would have no choice but respect publicly. It made no sense to limit his whereabouts, certainly not during a time like this.
Which is how you found yourself walking away each time he joined your company. If you were discussing an issue or two with Anakin and he joined, you would excuse yourself, telling both men that they could handle whatever the problem was without your help. If you were playing sabbac with Fives and Kix, and he sat beside them, you would feign a headache and leave, letting them know that you would get some rest. And if you were hanging around the royal family, learning about the Life Day Celebrations on their planet and saw him walking towards you, you would let them know that you were to make rounds for the night and exit the room, not once looking back as you left him behind. Granted, it made things especially difficult since you needed to discuss much with the Prince and his sister, and he was, somehow, always around you when you were with them, but you didn’t want to accidentally offend him further.
Whatever grudge he held against you did not need to grow simply because of your ego.
No. It was best you watched him from afar. It had to be.
You make your way towards one particularly large tree, hiding behind it in order to look at the man without anyone noticing. Always putting his job before anything else, Rex stands firmly in his place, arms crossed in front of him and lips pouting in attention. You allow your eyes to move down his form, and silently curse yourself when you realize where your mind may be racing towards.
“Stare any harder and he might magically appear in front of you.” You shut your eyes and drop your face forward to hide the heated flush making its way towards your cheeks. Of course he knew where you’d be standing, and who you’d be daydreaming about.
“Shouldn’t you be talking to the Prince about his involvement in the war?” You begrudgingly hiss at him, knowing that your reaction will be adding fuel to the fire.
“Shouldn’t you?” Anakin retorts instantly, making you wish you weren’t chosen for this mission.
“I would, except everyone on this planet is currently into their third cup of Corellian whiskey so I highly doubt anyone will be paying attention.” You finally turn around and face Anakin, already hating the smirk on his face when he notices how flustered you are.
“Funny, that’s exactly why I’m not talking to him either.” He steps in front of you and rests his weight on the tree, throwing back a cup of maker knows what before handing it to you.
“No, thank you.”
“You need it more than I do,” he shoves it one last time into your hands, nodding in victory when you take it and drink the rest of it down. You wince at the bitter taste but silently thank him for handing it to you. Neither of you say anything for a while, more entertained by the shenanigans of your men as they made absolute fools of themselves in front of the Dondrians.
“You should really talk to him.” The sentiment irritates you more than it should. You know he means well, but given the circumstances, and who you were, you found the suggestion a little insensitive.
“I’ll keep that in mind, good night.” You hand him back the cup, hand ensuring that your weapon is still on your hip before moving across the crowds. You don’t dare make eye contact with anyone, afraid they’d drag you into whatever game they were playing and force you to stay longer.
But as you strut past your friends, something slowly pushes against the back of your mind, nagging you until you halt in your steps and study the forest. You stare across the groups of celebrations, turning around just in time to see Anakin running through his men. You push through the drunk masses, and only when you’re a few steps away from the royal family do you hear the high-pitched sound of a blaster going off.
Without thinking much of the consequences, you sprint towards the upper table and violently shove Rex out of the way, shutting your eyes in pain when the blaster hits your side and barely misses the Prince and his sister. The joyful laughter quickly turns into panicked cries, and you look down at the two members of the family you were meant to be watching closely, praying to the maker that neither of them are injured or else this diplomatic journey would turn into a political nightmare.
“Are you hurt?” You ask them both, sighing in relief when they pat each other down and realize that neither of them were hit.
“Stay down,” you order the two of them, standing to your full height and igniting your lightsaber, but not before glancing to the side to make sure that Rex was unharmed. You feel your heart skip a beat when you find his eyes and see the anger swimming in them.
“Don’t leave their side,” you tell Rex before taking off, already regretting the argument you will surely have with him when everything calms down. As if you needed to give him more reasons to dislike you. You will yourself to focus on finding the assassin, stopping in front of a group of clones to see which of them can follow you.
“If you haven’t been drinking, follow me. The rest of you look after these people.” Five men stand to their feet at your command, already putting their helmets on to try and see where they should head. A part of you knows that you may have already lost this hunter in the crowd but you try to find him regardless, knowing that the celebrations may come to a halt and cause even more unrest with the Dondrians if you don’t at least try to find anything about him.
You run towards the cluster of trees high on the hills, certain that it was the best vantage point where you can see everything unfolding within the crowds. But with each step you take, you feel the wound on your side burn in anger, begging you to take a moment of respite before resuming any movement.
“You’ve been hit,” you don’t mean to snap at him, but Anakin’s remark sends you in a fit of irritation and you smack his hand away when he tries to move your robe to the side to get a better look at the bleeding gash.
“No shit, genius.” His eyes narrow at your tone, but you know he isn’t taking any offense to your little outburst. You’re about to head to higher ground when you feel a hand grab at your arm and pull you back.
“Enough, you and I both know we won’t find him. Not now at least. Come on.” He motions for his men to stand down, and they all look between you and him before they head down the hill first. As much as you hate to admit it, you know Anakin’s right, and you reluctantly sheath your lightsaber again before following him towards the calming throngs of people surrounding the royal family. As you bump into the soldiers, you do your best to refrain from reacting to the searing pain beating at your side, knowing that Anakin will make sure Kix doesn’t allow you to so much as breathe the wrong way. You couldn’t afford getting his attention, not when you could feel the eyes of a certain clone staring daggers into the back of your head as you paused and stood in front of him to speak with the Prince. You see him engage in a conversation with Anakin, worried at the prospect of anyone in his family getting hurt due to his recent change in political stance.
“While I can appreciate the importance of this issue, we need to get you inside.” You turn between him and your old friend, waiting quietly until they acknowledge your suggestion before moving behind them towards the gate of the city. Making sure that each member of the inner circle is accompanied by a couple of your men, you stay back to rest your side, turning your eyes to the sky in an attempt to focus on anything but the excruciating burning beating at your skin. You’re almost distracted too when you feel a hand rest on your back while another holds your upper arm.
“You need to go to medbay.” The calm, soothing voice of none other than the man you’ve been doing your best to avoid signals a wave of heat to course across your body, and before you can try and argue with him, you feel lightheaded, the adrenaline finally leaving your body completely with nothing but a faint memory of what had happened. You brace yourself on his shoulders, shaking your head and furrowing your eyebrows at him when you look up and see the angry grimace from before returning with a vengeance.
“If it’s all the same to you Captain, I think it’s best I just go and rest. No need for medbay.” You try to let go of his shoulders but as soon as you take a step back, your body sways and nearly falls over. His arms brace against him, and had you been a little more present, maybe a little more mischievous, you would have asked him to buy you dinner first. But you weren’t too conscious of what was happening, so you accept the help quietly, not bothering to say anything even when Kix comes around and supports your weight as well.
“With all due respect sir, Rex may not outrank you, but I do…when it comes to your wellbeing at least. Come on.” You miss the way he looks at Rex, and you definitely don’t notice Rex’s clenched jaw as he reluctantly lets go and makes sure you won’t fall over. And you unfortunately don’t see the look Rex gives you, guilty that you felt the need to push him out of harm’s way and take the hit instead.
The three of you walk in silence back to the city, and when you get to base, you glance back at Rex and frown when you see how angry he is with you. Had you been more aware however, you would have realized that he was not upset with you, but at this whole situation. As soon as you enter medbay, you lay down in one of the beds, hissing in pain when your lightsaber accidentally brushes the open gash on your side.
“Let me take this,” Rex moves to your side and attempts to grab your weapon, but you flinch at the sudden movement, eyes panicked at the prospect of not having your lightsaber with you, even though you were perfectly safe here.
“You don’t have to, I-”
“General, don’t make this more difficult than it already is.” He sighs heavily, the reaction hurting you more than it should. Of course he thought you were a burden. He was probably supposed to be with Anakin but felt the need to remain by your side out of duty. You don’t mean to, but your hand falls back in defeat, eyes watering almost instantly at being such an inconvenience to him. If he notices the way you react to his words, he says nothing and approaches you slowly once more, as if he was walking towards a wounded, helpless animal. He says nothing as he unclips the lightsaber from your side and clasps it on his own belt.
“Rex, I need you to leave.” Kix interrupts as he walks towards you, pointing at the door so Rex could leave.
“Why?” You think he’s being a little defensive, but you brush the thought aside, knowing for a fact that there is no reason why the Captain of the 501st would want to stay behind just for you.
“Because it’s my job to take her armor off and treat her, not yours. Get out!” Kix is more assertive than before, and you shut your eyes to avoid looking at either of them as they continue to talk about you. Something shifts in the air but you choose to ignore it as well, barely managing to open your eyes and gaze at Rex when he whispers in return.
“I’ll be outside.” He looks at you as if the last thing he wishes to do is leave this room, and you’re not sure what prompts you to, but you nod in acknowledgement to let him know that you’re thankful for him, watching him exit the room, but not without looking back at you one last time. As the door slides shut behind him, Kix silently removes your armor and clothes, not bothering to say anything else as he begins cleansing the wound and suturing it.
You’re not sure how long you’re on that bed, but when the medic lets you know that he’s almost done, you realize that you’ve been clenching your hands the entire time. Relaxing your muscles completely, you thank him and sit up, waiting until he covers your side with a bacta patch before standing fully again.
“You know, if I have to stand around one more minute and watch the two of you act like…like fucking bantha, I might just shoot myself and be done with it.” Kix says with a smirk, not caring for your passive aggressive remark as he applies the patch and pushes a little too hard on the skin to get you to be quiet.
“You’re a medic Kix, not a therapist.”
“Yeah well, someone’s going to have to tell you both to get your heads out of your asses…respectfully sir.” Once again, you narrow your eyes at him and shake your head, not bothering to wait until he puts the armor back on before grabbing it and walking to the closest mirror to see what he’s done.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say in passing, irritated and confused by his choice in words.
“Sure you don’t.” You’re about to respond when he opens the door to the room and calls for Rex to come back. Surprisingly, it takes a few seconds for Rex to come and stand beside you again, studying your features as you look at the covered wound and try to see which movements hurt and which don’t.
“The wound isn’t too deep but it is pretty large. It should heal in the next few hours, assuming you switch the bacta patch and put on a new one. In the meantime, I’d suggest you don’t partake in any serious, physical activity…unless of course you’re with-”
“Alright, that’s enough.” You turn around quickly and snap at him, mentally patting yourself on the back when you see his smile drop instantly at the realization that he may have gone just a little too far. You quickly glance at Rex and find him confused at your outburst, but he says nothing and instead unclips the lightsaber from his belt and returns it to you. For a brief second, your fingers pass against his softly, and you feel chills run down your spine at how calloused and warm they felt against your own.
“Thank you,” you whisper your gratitude to Kix one last time before practically sprinting out of the room, feeling the frustration rise deep within your chest when you notice Rex falling into step with you. You had hoped that he wouldn’t follow you back, mostly because you were planning on visiting the Prince to ensure that he understands not to be seen by anyone until you’ve resolved this rather problematic hiccup.
“I’m sure there is something more worth your time Captain…you can leave if you wish.” You say assertively, praying to the Force that he reads between the lines and leaves you to your devices.
“If it’s all the same to you General, I think it’s best I make sure you return to your quarters safely.” You expected his response, but hearing it irks you more than you initially thought and you speed up in an attempt to distract yourself.
“While I appreciate your concern, I am of help to no one if I return to my rooms. Where’s Anakin?”
“He is with the Prince. Sir, I strongly request for you to return to your room.” Ever the Captain, he doesn’t budge once in his stance and catches up to you, going as far as taking a few more steps until he stops ahead and forces you to slow down.
“Captain, please.”
“You'll be helpful to no one if you can’t keep up.” He crosses his arms and stares straight into your eyes, not once caring for how you could easily write him up for insubordination.
“I need to see Anakin, I think I have a plan to catch this assassin.” You take a deep breath and relay your intentions to him, preparing yourself for an onslaught of questions and push back to the plan you have in mind.
“How do you know it’s an assassin and not a bounty hunter?” You notice the way his body language shifts from defensive to a more curious, even docile manner.
“No one in their right mind would come to Dondri during the Life Day Celebrations just to kidnap a member of the royal family. Also, I’m fairly certain he was aiming straight at his head.”
“And how do you plan on catching him?” He furrows his eyebrows at you, making you wish he wasn’t standing so close to you so you’re affected by every little detail you keep observing about him. Shaking the thought aside, you take advantage of his distracted mind, walking around him and continuing towards the royal palace.
“By giving him exactly who he wants.”
“Sir, please.” He calls out to you one last time, this time with an exasperated sigh that you wish was out of care and not duty.
“Captain, your request is noted.” You turn around one last time against your better judgement, watching closely as Rex’s pout deepens before he switches his attention to the ground. You study him then, wondering why he was suddenly so intent on your well being. It’s not as if he never showed any concern before, but there was something strange now, something you chalked up to what you did earlier.
You almost tell him to accompany you to Anakin, but then remember what he might say when he finds out what you have in mind to catch this man. Footsteps echo in the hallway as you practically run to Anakin, and you’re glad when you find him standing alone outside the Prince’s quarters. He looks up when he hears the frantic stomps growing closer, his expression falling as soon as he realizes it’s you approaching him.
“Wow, you should be resting. What are you doing here?” He’s half-concerned, half-surprised, the faint lines of a smile betraying how irritated he is at seeing you.
“I think I know how to catch this guy.” You straighten up, gazing at your friend until his apprehensiveness gives way to genuine interest.
“I’m listening.” Anakin pushes away from the wall, eyes narrowing at you as he turns fully to face you.
“I highly doubt he will want to try again in such a crowded place so he will definitely wait till the Prince is by himself.” You step closer to him, anchoring your thoughts to the best of your abilities as the pain in your side begins to return once more.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He shakes his head strongly, frowning at whatever idea you had in store for him.
“Listen. We will give him what he wants, or at least, what he thinks he wants.” Anakin’s gaze shoots up then, and you watch the moment his confusion turns into a deep interest and desire to solve the issue.
“Elaborate.” His jaw is tight, and you brace yourself for whatever reaction he gives when you tell him about your idea.
“He knows how important his Celebration is, and he also knows that part of it involves the King-to-be going out into the lake and offering blessings to the gods on behalf of his subjects. So, we make him think the Prince is actually going out there.” Your voice is low but even, pausing in your explanation to gauge Anakin’s reaction.
“You’re suggesting a decoy?” His gaze is steady but you don’t budge, not wanting to give him any reason to think you are unready or reluctant to lead the mission.
“Yes, I am.” You nod confidently, glancing behind you and biting into your cheek when you see Rex walking toward the two of you.
“So the Prince will be safe in his quarters the whole time.”
“Yes,” you exhale through your nose, bracing yourself for the question you’re sure will be asked at any moment now.
“And who’s the lucky guy that will replace him?” He throws his hands up then, as if to say he doesn’t agree with the plan but has no choice.
“Me.” You don’t flinch as you respond immediately, shutting your eyes to calm yourself when you hear Rex’s outburst next to you.
“No.”
“Pardon me?” You turn to face him, not bothering to control your aggressive tone as you ask him to repeat himself. Rex can tell you don’t appreciate his response, passively shaking his head and glancing between you and Anakin to try and indirectly ask your friend for help.
“I…don’t think that’s wise.” He repeats again, and you miss the way Anakin hides his smile behind his hand.
“Don’t shoot me, but I think I agree with Rex on this one.” It’s Anakin’s turn to pitch in, his voice harder than before and making you wish you didn’t get easily rattled by such minimal details.
“Well, good thing I outrank the both of you.” You know better than to say something so superficial, and you shrug your shoulders when Anakin replies straight away with an annoyed lilt in his voice.
“You don’t outrank me!”
“Okay, yes but…you’re still healing. I’m all for taking risks-” You cut him off then, not appreciating the hypocrisy of his words and actions.
“But not when it’s someone else?” Standing your ground, you meet his gaze and search his face for any sign of hesitation, knowing that he has already agreed to your suggestion when he shifts his weight and pretends to still think about it.
“Why not me?” He asks quietly, the question meant less to argue and more to keep the peace.
“Because I’d rather we take this guy alive. Sorry Ani, but I don’t exactly guarantee the outcome with you.” You feel bad for critiquing his tactics but you don’t back down, wanting him to know that you prepared to see this to the end.
“Fair enough.”
“Good, you can tell the Prince our plan. Make him address the people in an hour, something along the lines of ‘he won’t be bullied out of his duty’ and then we can head down to the lake.” Stepping aside, you walk around both men while telling them what to do, wanting to deal with this hiccup as soon as possible so you can address the real reasons behind your visit to the planet.
“Where are you going?” Anakin asks, gesturing between himself and the room behind him.
“Get dressed. I need to look the part.”
Going back to your room, you do your best to think of the task at hand, but with every question you ask yourself, you find your thoughts shifting towards Rex. A part of you wishes he only objected because he doesn’t want to see you get hurt, but the more irrational side of your brain is convinced it’s only because he doesn’t trust your judgement. You’ve never given him any reason to doubt your abilities, so you aren’t sure why he still can’t accept your discernment.
As you step into the room, you strip down and walk towards your case, bringing out a new pair of robes and placing them on the bed. You make your way to the refresher and freshen up, doing your best to put the discomfort in your side out of your mind. When you hear the sound of the broadcasting, you forgo switching the bacta patch and get dressed quickly, afraid Anakin will move ahead without you. You return to the Prince’s quarters in record time, hood placed over your head to shield you from any prying eyes not meant to know it’s you. Stopping in front of Anakin, you make sure there are guards posted inside and outside the royal rooms, quickly letting him know that none of the servants know the plan to avoid anyone saying anything to the wrong person.
“You ready?” Anakin asks, leaning into your space to gauge your reaction while pretending to protect you as you walk towards the nearby lake.
“Let me get back to you on that.” You chuckle in response, pretending your attention isn’t on the annoyed Captain flanking your other side.
“Hey, it was your idea.” Anakin straightens up once more, eyes studying the slowly growing crowds seeing you to the lake
“It sure was.” Your answer is clipped, mostly because you can tell that Rex isn’t getting any calmer beside you.
“I hate this.” The three words are whispered, yet the way in which Rex says them makes you wish you could ask him here and now when he was so adamant on letting you know he doesn’t agree with your decision.
“You have something on your mind Captain?”
“Yes, loads as a matter of fact.” It’s the first time Rex answers in such an abrupt, curt manner. Before, he used to offer a silent apology if he spoke out of line, but seeing his anger sizzle deeper with each step you took towards the lake makes you all the more irritable.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt you.” You answer monotonously, not bothering to hide how vexed you feel from the constant bickering with him.
“Hey guys, as much as I appreciate your flirting, let’s focus here. You’ll be on the boat by yourself and we won’t be anywhere near until we see someone coming towards you. If things take a turn and you find yourself in a particularly awkward position, just push this button and we’ll come to you.” The two of you face Anakin, and while Rex looks away embarrassingly, you stare at your friend, silently telling him to watch himself and not test you.
“That won’t be necessary, I’m going with her on the boat.” The ease with which Rex replies grabs your attention right away, and it’s your turn to be at the receiving end of his sheepish expression. You wonder if he knows how uneasy he looks returning your gaze.
Or how unfairly handsome he is as he leaves no room for discussion.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.” He doesn’t blink once, meeting your adamance with a stubbornness you’ve never seen before.
“Captain, if he sees you coming on the boat, he will not come.” Anakin tries to alleviate the tension but neither of you back down, wanting the other to step away first.
“I’m not taking a chance with you. And…he won’t see me coming on the boat, not if I swim out to you and climb on.” The firmness with which he explains himself nearly makes you think there’s more to this offer than meets the eye, and you forgo proprietary to ask him what he means by not wanting to take a chance with you.
“Captain, you’re-”
“Why do you constantly make things difficult for me?” He cuts you off then, the swift question quiets you immediately and forces you to look ahead, away from the company surrounding you.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Anakin whispers and you hate how he always wants to get the final word in. You walk the rest of the way in absolute silence, your mind flickering with hope at the prospect of Rex feeling anything other than despise for you.
“We’re here.”
“Good luck.” Anakin snaps you out of your haze as he readies the boat, and you nod at him before stepping onto it. You undo the rope, and make your way to the front of the swaying sail, not bothering to turn around when you feel it moving softly through the water. You focus on the dark body of water ahead of you, looking up to the sky and marveling at the twinkling stars as they shine above you. Only when you hear faint scratching at the hull of the boat do you remember what you’re supposed to do. Waiting until the boat is angled ahead and away from the shore, you turn on the comm link and step forward to see where Rex is hanging on.
“Are we far enough from shore?” You ask Anakin, praying you receive an affirmative answer quickly so Rex can get out of the cold water.
“Yes,” Anakin gives you the go-ahead, and you pull the hood of your cloak higher before turning on the lights around the boat to offer a brief distraction.
“Permission to come on board, General?” Rex asks strenuously, and you wonder if this is his attempt at being civil.
“Granted, come up before you freeze to death.” He pulls himself up right away, and you point to the small room in the lower deck, not wanting him to be seen by anyone that may be watching you.
“Stay low.” You whisper to him, wishing you could take your cloak off and offer it to him so he can get warmer.
The slow rocking of the boat lulls you into a fake sense of peace, and you force yourself to remain passive to the presence of the man behind you. The lights flicker softly around you, and when you lean over to touch one of the ornaments hanging on the cords, a shooting pain coursing across your abdomen prevents you from moving so much as a muscle.
“How’s your side?” Rex notices you wincing and almost approaches you, but you shake your head to prevent him from coming up the deck.
“It’s fine.” You clench your fists tightly as you right yourself, not wanting to appear suspicious. It’s quiet for a few minutes before you decide to return whatever civility Rex was attempting to offer you.
“Hmm, it’s quite beautiful out here.” Your eyes are glued to the night sky, completely missing the way Rex longingly gazes at you when he agrees.
“Yes, it is.” A shiver runs down your spine at the low, whispered tone of his voice, and when you turn your attention towards him, you find him shaking from the cold air seeping through his armor.
“You’re cold.” There’s an apology at the tip of your tongue, and Rex must see how bad you feel about this because he shrugs his shoulders and tells you otherwise.
“I’ll manage.”
“You shouldn’t be here. I really don’t understand why you were adamant on coming with me.” It’s not what you want to say to Rex, far from it. But you know for a fact you can’t be straightforward and ask him why he didn’t back down and decided to join you.
“It is my job to protect you.” Again, you’re thrown off by how soft and docile he sounds, and it takes every ounce of control in your body to not turn around and stare into his eyes as you ask him the next question.
“Job? Is that the only reason why you’re here?”
“Y-yes. Why else would I turn down shore leave?” Had he not hesitated, you would have believed him and dropped the subject. But something about the way he becomes defensive makes you think there may be another reason he isn’t too keen on sharing.
“What I don’t understand is why you would turn down shore leave to serve with someone you can’t stand the sight of. That’s what I don’t understand.” You know better than to bring attention to the bantha in the room, but you figure if you addressed the animosity, he might finally tell you why he isn’t your biggest fan. The last thing you expect, though, is the defensive retaliation he exudes in response.
“Can’t stand? Who…who are you talking about?”
“Come on Captain, feigning ignorance doesn’t suit you.” You huff in frustration, not wanting to elaborate further and make this any more awkward.
“With all due respect sir, you are not making any sense.” He chuckles then, and as beautiful as the sound is, it sets your teeth on edge. How dare he see this as a laughing matter?
“It’s obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you find it barely tolerable to be in the same vicinity as me. So I ask again, why did you miss out on a much deserved break to be here?” Against your better judgment, you turn around and face him, not caring for anything happening outside this moment.
“What gave you the impression that I can’t stand you?” Rex stands up and takes a step up towards you, the smile on his face falling instantly when he realizes that you weren’t joking. You were being dead serious. And you definitely believed everything you just said to him.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that anytime we’re in the same room, you find it difficult to stay for more than a few minutes before leaving. Or…or how you constantly meet each one of my tactical suggestions with an unfavorable reaction. Or the fact that you treat me like a child when I’ve clearly proven myself capable of handling any tough situation with ease. Any of these ring a bell?” You’re breathing heavily, unable to look away from him even though you wish you could be anywhere else but in front of the man that has simultaneously inspired so many mixed emotions ever since he came into your life.
“I- I’m…” He hesitates, and you almost feel bad for throwing so much at him at such an inopportune time. When his frown deepens and his eyes shift to the ground, you shake your head and return to observing the lights all around the boats. You envy the little balls of light, wishing you were one of them as they continued to flicker and not give a single care to anything happening around them.
“I am sorry…for ever making you feel all those things when they are the farthest from the truth.” His words cut through you like a long, thin needle, and you find yourself reluctantly turning around to face him once more, wanting to make sure you weren’t imagining what he just admitted.
“I hold you in the highest regard General, and if I ever push back on your commands, it’s never out of respect, but concern. Pure concern.” He swallows nervously, waiting until he has your undivided attention before continuing to confess his own doubts.
“If anything, I feel as if you’ve been actively avoiding me this entire week. With each turn, you somehow find an excuse to leave before I can join your company.” The revelation is enough to set your heart racing, and you have to shut your eyes to focus on calming yourself as you address his impression.
“I- well I just thought that I was bothering you and I figured it wouldn’t make sense if you felt limited simply because I’m around. I wanted to give you the freedom to do whatever you desired, without me standing in the way.” It’s your turn to clear the ruminating misunderstanding, and only when Rex responds shyly do you realize that you’re the source of months and months of misjudgment.
“I see.” Rex is defeated, and you wish you hadn’t brought this up while you’re in the middle of the mission because you want nothing more than to join him down in the lower deck and tell him how sorry you are for causing him to question himself.
“It seems you have every right to think me unfit to lead after all. All these assumptions lead to months of misunderstandings, all because of me.” You break the silence, trying your best to not let either of your revelations bring tears to your eyes. You fist your hands tightly to hold yourself back from doing something that might make him uncomfortable.
“Never, I’d never think that of you.” He meets your eyes instantly, shaking his head and waiting until you accept his peace offering before moving back down to the lower deck.
“I guess it’s best if we just…start fresh.” You say with a faint smile, feeling your chest collapse slowly when Rex returns the smile and nods in agreement.
“As you wish, sir.”
The night air shifts following those four simple words, and you blink a few times at Rex before returning to your place. You’re not sure how long you’re on that boat, but when the wind picks up, you hope things don’t take a turn for the worse before you catch the assassin who, up until a few minutes ago, you were convinced would have already come to you. Rex is awfully quiet and when you glance behind you, you see him holding a small ornament in his hand, the shape of which is unclear until he looks up and notices you staring at him. He shyly shows it to you, and you smile at him when you note what it is.
“Gorgeous bird, isn’t it?”
“What is it?” He gazes at the delicate ornament, its red surface shimmering with flecks of gold and crimson under the soft glow of the night sky and the lights dusted all around the boat.
“It’s a phoenix, a legendary bird that captivates whoever comes across it in the wild with its vibrant colors and remarkable life cycle.” You watch as Rex marvels at how something so small could evoke such warmth, wondering if he knows that he inspires similar feelings in you.
“It’s particularly special to the Dondrians because it’s believed to have originated on their world. Its symbolism of renewal and immortality makes it the perfect representation of what Life Day means to them.”
“What do you mean?” Gently, he turns it in his hands, unwilling to let go of it as he hangs it back where he found it, completely enchanted by its quiet beauty and whom it reminds him of.
“Well, it lives for several hundred years until it reaches a point where it builds a nest of aromatic wood and sets itself ablaze.” You can tell your words surprise him because he looks from you to the small ornament of the bird, face falling at the thought of a bird practically ending its own life.
“It…it kills itself?”
“Yes, and no. As the flames consume it, it is reborn from its own ashes, emerging more radiant and young than before. This cycle of death and rebirth represents the very idea of Life Day…of destruction coming from new life, of the importance of transformation, resilience, and hope. The way it embraces its own death and resurrection encourages others to embrace change and look forward to new beginnings.” The way in which he seems to hold on to every single word you say lights a little blaze of hope deep in your soul, and you pray to the maker that whatever change in your relationship lasts long after tonight comes to an end. Rex nods in understanding, trailing his fingers across the glass bird before switching his attention to similar ornaments hanging all around the two of you.
“They say any representation of the phoenix is supposedly enchanted.” You don’t want the conversation to end, and your smile widens when you see how suddenly interested Rex is in the bird’s mythology.
“Enchanted?”
“Hmm. If you hold that ornament in your hand and wish for anything…anything in this universe, it will fall right into your lap soon after and mark the beginning of a new chapter.” Not even a second later, Rex is taking the phoenix in his hand once more, shutting his eyes and murmuring something to himself. You watch with fascination how utterly captivated he is by the sentiment, and you wonder what he could possibly wish for so quickly. When his eyes flutter open and he finds you already staring at him, he puts the ornament down and stands up, his facial expression turning a lot more serious than a moment ago.
“Sir, I-”
“Heads up, someone’s coming.” Anakin cuts him off and you curse the timing of your guest’s arrival. You shut the comm link off completely, mouthing a quick apology to Rex as he moves out of sight while preparing his blaster. You face away from the sound of the approaching boat and pretend to flinch as soon as you hear a loud crashing sound signal the arrival of your wanted man.
“You’re dumber than they told me, more conceited too.” The accent is not lost on you, and you file that little bit of information for later. The wind howls across the water, and you begin to move but hear a warning that prevents you from facing the assassin.
“Ah ahh, turn around slowly.” You hold your hands up as you obey the command, no longer bothering to hide yourself as you fully face him. His breath, a lot calmer than now, comes in short, panicked bursts. His expression falls completely, and you can tell you were the last person he was expecting to see from the fearful air about him.
“You? Where…where is the Prince?” The smirk you could hear before no longer tugs at his lips, his tone more taunting than now that he knew his mission is not possible.
“Like you said, it would have been extremely absurd if we allowed him to come out here by himself.” His eyes widen in horror, and you tilt your head slightly, hesitating to say more when his figure trembles at the mere sight of you.
“You’re a Jedi! You’re the one who saved him.”
“Don’t try anything, you’re surrounded and it won’t be easy to escape.” You reply coolly, gaze sharp and unwavering as recognition flashes across his face.
“This doesn’t have to end badly. Tell me who hired you.” You raise your hand slightly, a subtle warning that you hope he would take to heart and not test. His shoulders sag at the dangerous lilt in your voice, his breathing growing more erratic at the thought of being your captive.
“I- I can’t.” Sweat glistens on his brow as you meet his aggression with an eerie calmness.
“We can help you, please.” Your voice is softer now, still firm but not as menacing as before. Taking a step closer to him, you try to impose some sense of tranquility, but his jaws only tighten, his gaze farting around the empty lake in an attempt to find an answer to his predicament.
“No, you can’t. No one can…if I don’t kill the Prince, he’ll kill me.” His voice cracks, and you watch as his eyes glisten with something between terror and acceptance of what will surely happen now that he failed in his mission.
“Who?” Your question is followed by a panicked raising of the blaster to your head, and before you can give him another warning glance, you hear Rex ascend behind you, blaster aimed at the man’s head and fingers ready to pull the trigger.
“Don’t even think about it.” Rex’s tone adds fuel to the fire, the tension rippling along with the waves hitting the hull of the ship.
“Stand down Captain.” You turn your gaze to Rex, not wanting him to make matters worse.
“I can’t do that sir.” Rex’s voice is tight, and he doesn’t bother meeting your eyes, knowing that if he were to look at you, the man in front of him might take the distraction as an advantage.
“He’ll kill me, he’ll kill all of us.” The words tumble out in a frenzy, making you fist your hands tightly in discomfort. You ignore Rex for the time being, slowly stepping towards the assailant to try and calm him down once more.
“Just tell me who he is and I will make sure you’re safe.” Your voice cuts through the hysteria for a second, and you think you can manage to make him put the blaster down without controlling him, but then he whisks the blaster away from you and towards Rex, the reaction instantly making you see red.
“No, you’re all dead. We’re all dead.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. This conversation is between you and me, not him.” Your tone drops, no longer friendly or soothing, but searing with displeasure at the sudden change of events.
“I’m warning you, this doesn’t have to turn ugly.” You try one last time to make him put the blaster down, but sensing the shift in his demeanor, you light your lightsaber just as he shakes his head in madness and readies the blaster. There’s something strange about the way he continues to look up at the lightning shining across the sky, and you follow his line of sight to see if someone is approaching. His panicked movement increases as the crashing sound of thunder increases, and you narrow your eyes at him, unsure of why he was reacting so drastically to the weather. You find yourself lacking sympathy for him, not because of what he’s done, but because of what you see he’s about to do.
“It’s done, we’re- we’re all d-”
You don’t let him finish, sending your lightsaber straight into his chest before dragging it back to your hands. Neither you nor Rex say anything for a moment, and only when you feel the boat rock violently do you finally snap out of the momentary haze you’re in and tell Rex to hold onto something.
“Pfassk, we need to get back to shore before this storm drowns us.” You’re afraid to look at Rex, unsure of what you’d find swimming in his eyes, if he’s disappointed, shocked or simply disturbed by how easily you took the man’s life. You reach out to the lake bank, focusing on bringing the sail closer to dry land as quickly as possible out of fear of putting Rex’s life and your own in any more danger. It takes longer than you like, but as soon as you reach Anakin, you exit the boat and remove your cloak, quickly handing it over to Rex before asking the others to drag the dead body away.
“What happened?”
“He was manic…violent.” Rex answers Anakin’s question when you remain quiet, and as Anakin tries to learn anything from the soulless body, you stop pacing behind him and apply pressure to your side, the lack of adrenaline making way for a familiar, stabbing pain.
“This fucking weather happened. He- maker, he would have listened to me. He would have, but the lightning terrified him. It was almost as if he thought it was after him.”
“So you killed him?” Anakin holds his hands up in question, not understanding why you changed your mind when you were the one who told him why you had to be on that boat, and not him.
“No, I killed him because he aimed his blaster the wrong way.” Your voice is almost unrecognizable to you, and you watch as your old friend shrugs his shoulders before telling his men to take away the body.
“We need to leave, or else we’ll get caught in this storm.” You remind them one last time, waiting until they start moving before turning around and looking to gauge Rex’s reaction to this whole ordeal.
“Tell the Prince they can resume their festivities tonight if they wish. Assuming this doesn’t turn into a blizzard.” You tell Anakin, who nods in agreement and sprints ahead, not wanting to waste any more time outside now that the problem was “solved.”
“You don’t think there’ll be another?” Rex asks and you shake your head instantly, elaborating on why you think there isn’t another assassin running around.
“No, whoever is behind this wouldn’t take the chance. One wouldn’t talk, two is too high a probability.” You meet his eyes for longer than you deem appropriate, and when he looks away first, you study your surroundings before heading behind Anakin, towards the royal palace.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room, I think diplomacy can wait till tomorrow. Good night Captain.” You don’t bother turning around as you respond to him, knowing that you won’t be able to hold back from apologizing for your actions if you see an unfavorable expression aimed at you.
An oddly familiar warmth engulfs you the farther you walk away from Rex, and it’s only when you’re back in your room that you realize what that sensation is. You’re confused as to how you could possibly be receptive to Rex’s feelings, but it occurs to you that you may be feeling a fraction of his own emotions simply because he’s allowing you to. Of course it may be unintentional on his side, but be that as it may, a part of him is so in tune with you that the Force decided to connect you to each other, or at least, make you respond to him on a much deeper level than you ever thought possible.
You stand in the middle of your quarters, recalling every single word you’ve exchanged with Rex during the past rotation. As upset as you are with how certain things turned out, you come to appreciate them all, especially the fact that the two of you were sent on this mission together. You were finding the Life Day Celebrations extremely difficult to enjoy because of your relationship with the Captain, but if anything was proven in the past few hours, it’s that the time of year was truly on your side.
You make your way to the refresher and find the bacta patch Kix gave you earlier, sighing irritatingly when you realize you forgot to change it. You strip off your clothes and stand in front of the mirror, biting into your cheek as you remove the bacta patch and throw it away. You find the wound almost healed, and you thank the maker you wouldn’t have to deal with it for a longer period. Letting it breathe for a few seconds, you walk around and turn on the hot water, wanting to bathe in a nice, warm bath before whatever you will have to do tomorrow. You move back to the mirror and unsheath the replacement patch, slowly applying it on your skin, and shivering when the cold chemicals make contact with the wound and the skin surrounding it.
Unbeknownst to you, Rex has debriefed with Anakin and was already heading your way, wanting to make sure that you made it back safely and weren’t in need of anything. He hesitates for a long moment before knocking softly on your door several times, and when he doesn’t hear a response, he unlocks the door and walks in, taking in the small space before calling out for you again. He frowns at the lack of response, knowing that you were in much need of a good night rest. The room is dim, illuminated only by the light filtering through the windows behind the bed. Thinking that you didn’t make it back yet, he’s about to exit when he hears your groans echo through the refresher.
“Sir?” Rex tries, and when your whines only grow louder, he takes out his blaster and readies himself for whatever threat is in the refresher with you. The muffled sounds only grow, and he’s alarmed at the prospect of what he might find when he barges in. Taking calculated steps across the room, he finds the door to the refresher slightly ajar, and as soon as the quiet moan of discomfort reverberates in his ears, he takes two quick strides and pushes the door open, scanning the room in an attempt to find the source of your pained grunts. When he sees you standing half-naked in the middle of the refresher, with your hands massaging the skin around the wound, he lowers his blaster and shuts his eyes, cursing at his lack of sensibility.
“Ahh kriffing hells. Oh maker, I- I’m sorry General. I thought that you were harmed and- pfassk.” Rex stammers through an apology, his face growing heated at catching you in such a vulnerable state. The tub beside you is half-full, and Rex feels his armor tightening around his crotch, images of you moaning in ecstasy as the water relieved all of your pain making him wish he was anywhere else but here.
“That’s okay Rex,” you cut him off when you see his face burning with embarrassment, and you do your best to not dwell on the heat from before suddenly wrapping around you like a tight, weighted blanket. It’s endearing how shy he is being with you, and you’re about to giggle at his overreaction when you turn around and find his eyes set on you. There’s a different expression on his handsome features now, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, unsure of why he was looking at you in such an intimate way.
“What?” You decide to ask, knowing that things couldn’t possibly get any more awkward than they already have.
“I’ve never heard you say my name before.” The comment throws you off guard, and you look around the foggy room, hoping to find a response written somewhere. You meet his gaze again, and notice his body language relax, as if the sound of his name on your lips was all he needed to hear to grow more comfortable with you.
“That can’t be true.” You know he’s not wrong, but you are also aware that you’ve called his name about a thousand times in the privacy of your room. You’ve called his name more often than you care to admit, but he had no way of knowing that, not when, up until a few hours ago, he genuinely thought you disliked him.
“Believe me, I would remember it if you did.” He chuckles at you, the sound far from humorous and fully self-deprecating. There’s nothing comforting you can say to him, and you rub your temples to alleviate the sudden throbbing ache circling around your head. When he doesn’t move, you walk across the room to shut off the running water, distracting yourself from the predicament you now found yourself in.
“Is there something you needed, Captain? I’m not exactly dressed for a debriefing but we’ll have to make do.” You stand up and motion around the room, wanting to get this over with so you can drown in self-pity when you’re left alone.
“No General, I only wanted to- well, I came here to see if…” He’s tripping over his words, and it would be endearing if it weren’t for the fact that he just indirectly admitted to you what he felt when you called his name.
“I know I’m not exactly being professional here but, since when do you get so tongue-tied around me?” You test the waters against your better judgement, wanting to see how far you can take this before one of you cracks. Rex shakes his head in defeat, and you realize that there’s no point in taking this any further, not when the man in front of you refused to cross the professional boundaries setting you apart. You couldn’t blame him.
“Okay, here’s the thing Rex. I am freezing cold, and from what I’ve heard, the water won’t stay heated for a long time, especially during this weather. So until you decide what you want to do here, I will be getting in.” You take your slippers off and take a few steps around the tub, completely missing the puddle that collected from the flowing water.
“CAReful!” Rex is behind you in the blink of an eye, arms caging you against his chest to prevent you from slipping and hurting yourself. You grab onto his arms to right yourself but the floor is too wet, and you find yourself awfully closer to him than a second ago. You meet his gaze and are suddenly mesmerized by the hazel green of his eyes, the ones you can barely see around his dilated pupils.
“Kriff, that would have been a really bad fall. Thank you.” Your attempt at a joke is met with a serious expression, and you drop the smile when Rex slowly steps away from the slippery floor to help you stand up. He lets go of you as soon as you stand up, and you find yourself a little hurt at how quickly he wants to step away from you.
“For a Jedi, your reflexes sure are slow.” The comment is far from insulting, meant to diffuse the tension rising due to the circumstances, but for some reason, your mind decides to make things worse and respond with a statement that is far from harmless.
“I guess we’re even now.” Rex’s expression falls as he continues staring at you, and he doesn’t dare say anything in return as he walks around you and makes his way out of the refresher. Something in the way he seems to be genuinely hurt by your comment makes you run after him and pull his arm to prevent him from leaving. He stops but doesn’t face you, and you suspect it may be because he is angry with how you make light of such a crucial moment.
“I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Please don’t- don’t be mad at me. I know we barely resolved our misunderstanding but I- I just… just don’t leave.” Your voice cracks as you practically beg him to stay, and only when he takes a deep breath and relaxes his shoulders slightly do you finally let go of him.
“You think I’m angry with you?” He turns around slowly and frowns at you, questioning your apology in a way that makes you think you were completely in the wrong.
“Aren’t you?” You nervously play with your fingers, looking away from him when you can’t bear the scrutiny of his hurt impression any longer.
“No, maker no. I have never once, in my life, felt anything other than respect for you.” He reaches out for you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders to make sure you are listening to every word he’s saying.
“Oh,” unfortunately for Rex, you misunderstand his confession and sag your shoulders in disappointment. Of course he wouldn’t feel anything more for you. Why would he? You’ve given him no reason to feel a fraction of what you’ve felt for him for so long.
“I am not angry with you, mesh’la. I am angry at the prospect of you thinking my life is more important than yours, at you forgoing your principles just to save me.” Rex sees the way you shift uncomfortably, the weight of his words settling heavily between you. His gaze is steady, and you can’t help but return it when you see the fierce protectiveness he’s exuding, one you had not expected to encounter in such an intimate setting.
“You- you jumped in harm’s way to save me, not even thinking of your own well-being. And later…on the boat, I saw the way you changed when he aimed his blaster at me.” He clarifies further, the revelation sending goosebumps down your arms and forcing you to step closer to him. You furrow your eyebrows at the implication behind his words, placing your hands on his chest without caring for any repercussions.
“Of course I did, what else would you expect me to do?”
“Not sacrifice yourself for someone like me.” His answer comes in heated, and the level of hurt you feel rising in your throat makes you push him away from you.
“What do you mean ‘someone like you’?” You snap at him, shaking your head in disbelief at what you’re hearing from him of all people.
“I’m not as important as you are. I’m replaceable.” Rex must not expect such a reaction because he steps towards you right away, grabbing both of your wrists to speak words that he doesn’t realize hurt you more than him.
“You- you think your life isn’t worth mine? Why…why would you even say that Rex? What makes you think you can even believe something so far from the truth?” Tears well up in your eyes as you look at him, voice trembling with emotion at the thought of Rex believing something absolutely false. He hesitates for a moment, struggling to find the right words as you melt into his arms.
“Because I’m that one that should protect you. I should be the one making sure you’re safe.” He finally replies, his voice barely louder than a whisper. Again, it must not be the right thing to say because you only get more annoyed, fisting your hands and slightly pushing on his chest to keep his attention.
“I hate to break it to you but that’s a two-way road, Rex. If I had to, I would do it again.” You say matter of factly, wanting him to fully understand that you don’t see yourself as any more important than him.
“Why?” He lets go of your shoulders and slides his hands down your arms, enveloping your fists in the palms of his hands.
“Because I- I’m your…” His grip tightens around you as you struggle to tell him what you feel for him. You avoid his eyes but he tugs you into his chest and makes sure you’re looking at him before he interrupts you.
“What? You’re my General? You want me to believe you’re willing to die for me, or even change your own rules because you’re my superior?”
“N-no…it’s not just that.” You shake your head, knowing that you should tell him the truth regardless of how difficult it can be for you.
“Then tell me.” He begs softly, leaning into you until he touches his forehead with your own. The warmth of his skin sets you on fire, making you wish you could just confess to him and deal with the consequences later.
“Tell me why you’d risk your life for mine.” Rex’s eyes soften as he shuts them completely, and if you weren’t so held up on whether his feelings were mutual or not, you would have understood what he was trying to tell you through the intimate gesture.
“I can’t.”
“Tell me cyar’ika.”
“Rex, I-”
“Tell me me’suum’ika…please.” He cuts you off then, his pleading storming your heart with waves of emotions so overwhelming that you have no choice but to give him what he wants.
“Because if anything were to happen to you, my life will be over.” You admit, voice shaking with fear and relief at finally letting go of the secret you’ve held onto for months.
“Mesh’la,” the word is whispered with a warmth and gentleness that shake you to your core, and you finally open your eyes to look at him, finding nothing but adoration and tenderness staring right back at you.
“Rex.”
“I can’t protect you tonight.” His gaze is…it’s more intense than you’ve ever seen, but it’s unwavering as it descends to your lips and refuses to attend to anything else.
“Hmm?” You’re confused by his choice in words, caught even more off guard by the weight of them as you try to make sense of what he wants to tell you.
“I said…I can’t protect you tonight.” His voice is low, almost strained, sending you spiraling down into an abyss of an unquenchable fire.
“W-why?” Your throat tightens, brows furrowing at the way Rex struggles with what to say in response.
“Because every second I spend near you, not being able to touch you, or kiss you, or whisper how kriffing badly I have it for you is torture. It’s absolute torture. And now that I am here, with you looking so lovely, so- so…irresistible, telling me what I am to you, I can’t hold back any longer.” He exhales sharply, hands moving from your hands to your neck for a brief moment before you feel them wrap around you and pull you flush against his chest.
“Then don’t.” The air between you cackles with tension, and Rex’s breath hitches at the raw, pleading tone you grace him with.
“If you let me taste your lips, know that I will never let you go.” He’s gathering the strength to speak, and when his eyes burn with an intensity that steals your breath away, it occurs to you that he’s barely holding himself back from you.
“Rex?” He looks at you then, committing every curve of your face to memory as you call for him again, his heart stuttering at the raw vulnerability mirrored in your own pupils.
“Please kiss me.” His answer doesn’t come in words, but in the way he shuts his eyes as he closes the distance between the two of you. His fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels like a breaking storm—wild, unrelenting, and long overdue. You had expected him to be timid, gentle even, but the untamed way in which he instantly swallows your moans makes your knees weak, and you have to wrap your arms around his neck to prevent yourself from falling to the ground.
You’re not sure who is more desperate, you or Rex, but as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel as if your lungs will collapse from the sheer need and surrender moving between the two of you. And as his hand cups the side of your face, you tremble at the sensation of his thumb as it traces your jaw until he tilts your head to the side.
“Ohh g-gods,” you break the kiss for a fraction of a second, but Rex is unrelenting, claiming your mouth fully and moving his lips over yours until every inch of your skin comes alive with fire. You’re urgent in your touches as well, afraid that he will let go any moment and you realize this is all just a dream. But the more he consumes your skin, the quicker your heartbeat thunders against your chest and you press yourself closer to him in an attempt to ground yourself.
When he does finally let go, your breath comes in short, shaky gasps, but there’s no time to collect yourself. His lips descend down your neck, and you throw your head back, pleasure coursing through your veins so quickly that you have to muffle your mouth to hold back from screaming his name. The small gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by Rex and he pulls back far enough to catch your attention, waiting until you’re blinking confusingly at him before he returns to your neck.
“No, you don’t hide your noises from me. You have no idea how many nights I spent imagining you in my arms…moaning for me, begging me to touch you and pull every ounce of pleasure from your body.” He leaves a searing trail of fire with each wet kiss, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin and biting down harshly when you moan in return.
“But what if Anakin-” He growls at the mention of his friend’s name, his chest tightening at the sound of another man’s name on your lips. His hand trails down your neck to your waist, squeezing you tightly as he slides his tongue down your sternum and coaxes more sounds from you the lower he goes. Rex looks up briefly, smirking with pride when he sees how disoriented you’ve become from such simple touches.
“I don’t care, let him hear. Let them all hear, I want everyone on this planet to know who’s making you feel good. Do you understand me…General?” His confession burns through you, and he zeroes in on the pulse thundering against your neck, biting down harshly as his heart tingles with each moan you sing to him. The way he says your title, so possessive and crazes, sends a fresh wave of desire through you, and you have to fight not to crumble entirely beneath his touches.
“F-fuck, yes…yes Captain. I- whatever you want.” You gasp, voice breaking as you feel yourself sinking against him. You grip at his shoulders for some semblance of stability, the cool edge of his armor digging into your arms and reminding you how naked you are.
“Come here,” his tone is commanding, full of raw desire, and you shiver at the power behind it, swearing beneath your breath when he leans down and slides his hands firmly around your lower back.
“But the water-” You giggle at how quickly he moves from the refresher to the bedroom, and you feel yourself growing wet at how easily he picks you up.
“You don’t need the water to keep you warm.” Rex shakes his head, leaning down and giving you a quick peck on the lips before settling you down on your sheets.
“No?” You tease, lower lip trapped between your teeth as you try to hold back from snickering at what he’s making you feel.
“No baby, that’s what I’m here for.” he murmurs, leaning in close until he cages you between his arms. The bed dips beneath him, and you feel your heart racing at finally having your dreams come true. His eyes barely have any color left in them, and you squeeze your thighs together, excited at being the reason behind such a visceral reaction.
“And exactly how will you w-warm me up?” You trail your hand down up his neck, tracing his cheeks softly and shivering when you feel the rough stubble of his jaw kiss your palms.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Rex chuckles, the sound vibrating through the quiet air of the room and making you even more nervous. He draws deliberate circles against your breasts, watching with bated breath as your eyes shut instantly.
“Yes…oh kriff, please Rex. Tell me…tell me.” The need you display to him nearly makes him choke. Never in his life did he think he’d have such an effect on you, but he doesn’t question it, instead giving you more so he can hear what he does to you.
“Let’s see,” Rex leans closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks with a sinful whisper, “I’ll start off by kissing down your body.”
“Hmm,” the image alone leaves you breathless, and you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your neck, not caring for how loud you’re getting as your moans turn into long sighs.
“And while you moan at feeling my hands trace your soft skin, I’ll…pull away.” His words trail off, and he suddenly pulls back completely, creating a rift between you that has you sitting up quickly and grabbing his kama to prevent him from getting off the bed.
“N-no don’t,” you plead desperately, refusing to let go of him as he returns to your side and kisses your forehead.
“Shhh, don’t worry mesh’la. I’m not going anywhere.” He catches your wrists, pressing them against his chest to still you before slowly standing up again. He doesn’t break your gaze, and he waits until you relax to begin taking off his armor. You swallow the lump in your throat when you finally register what he just called you, and your breathe trembles as you nod in agreement,
“But for me to show you how much I crave you, I need to remove all of this.” The promise in his voice makes you wish he could put you out of your misery and take you then and there. But you know better than to distract him.
“Rex,” you whine his name like a prayer, unable to hide how much you want him.
“I know sweetheart, I know. But it’s all part of the plan, how else will I keep you running…hot for me.”
“Force help me,” your head falls back as a groan slips past your lips, and you don’t notice where your hand descends until you feel Rex slipping his fingers around your wrist and shoving your arm away from your heated core.
“You can call out all you want, little Jedi, but the only one here is me…so you better put my name to good use.” Rex leans in close again, hovering just above your body as he taunts you with promises. His voice is a delicious growl, one that has you shaking with anticipation and pulling another moan from your throat.
“Rex…”
“Better,” the satisfaction in his eyes is unmistakable, and he brushes his lips against yours in a featherlight kiss that leaves you chasing after him when he pulls away to strip.
“Please Rex, I need you.” You beg sweetly, the words spilling out before you can stop them. You should be embarrassed by how wanton you sound, but you find that you couldn’t care any less, the need to have Rex settle between your thighs outgrowing any shame you have.
“I thought you needed to hear what I want to do to you?” His expression is dark and unreadable as he places his armor on the floor. He stands in nothing but the black body glove he wears beneath his armor, and you’re overwhelmed by how much you can see of him that you shut your eyes and throw your head back. Rex uses the momentary distraction to his advantage, sliding his eyes down your body to sketch a mental image of you in case he never gets to do this again. When he’s had his fair share of you, he removes the rest of his clothes until he’s not wearing anything.
“Look at me cyar’ika,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. When you obey and open your eyes, the air leaves your lungs dramatically, your mind unable to accept the fact that he’s more naked than you are, that you’re finally, finally, seeing all of him.
“You- you’re torturing me.” You’re shaking with lust, praying to the Force that Rex decides to lose control and take what he wants.
“Is that right?” His lips curl into a knowing smirk, the ghost of a laugh escaping him and making you flush embarrassingly as he moves on top of you.
“Oh…maker,” there is no hesitation in his movements, just a careful balance of control and desperate need. Rex holds you tightly in his arms and kisses you until neither of you can breathe. You think he might break you and for a brief moment, you want him to, if only so he could know how much you belong to him. You arch your back into him, trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of having his skin slide against yours.
“Am I pleasing to you?” Rex lets go and wraps his hand around your neck, not firmly, but just to have you look at him. The muscles of his jaw flexes as he watches you lose control, his voice reverent as he practically begs for you to answer him.
“You have no idea,” your fingers curl into his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you try to somehow bring him even closer to you.
“I think I have some id-” he smiles faintly, dipping down to kiss along your collarbone before moving further down your body. His words are cut off by a groan when he feels you scratch his head. He can feel every inch of you growing hotter beneath his touch, and he doesn’t hold back any longer, not caring for how aggressive he’s being as he slips two fingers beneath your panties and tugs violently until they rip in his hands. You squeal suddenly, partly shocked by the reaction, but mostly turned on by how much he craves you. Before you can even register what he’s doing, Rex is shoving your thighs apart and kissing your inner thighs, the scent of your cunt hitting his nostrils and making him growl, the sound rumbling from his chest and setting you on fire.
“Fuck mesh’la, you say I’m torturing you but the taste of you makes me…it- hmmm, kriff.” The gutteral sound sends heat pooling in your core, and you find yourself clinging to him even harder as you feel this lips ghost against the outer lips of your pussy.
“Rex,” you whimper, his name slipping from your lips as though it was the only word you knew.
“I know I begged you to call my name, but…if you keep moaning it so shamelessly, this night will come to an end a lot quicker.” Rex stills suddenly, looking up at you with wild eyes, his control hanging by an extremely thin thread.
“I- I don’t care Rex, I want you…I just want you, please.” You plead over and over again, trying your best to pull him up so he can forgo whatever he had in mind for you and just fuck you then and there.
“But I need to get you- oh, Force help me.” He moves up your body, pressing his forehead against yours and tripping over his words when he feels you wrap your hands around his hard cock.
“I’m already so wet for you baby, please…take me.” You whisper, desperation dripping from every word you pray to him. He’s heavy in the palm of your hand, hot and hard to the touch, and you wonder if this is how it will always be with him. You pray it is.
Maker, please.
“You should know, I need you so desperately that I- I may not be able to hold back.” His breathing grows ragged, the restraint unraveling rapidly the more you slide and squeeze his dick. He shuts his eyes and fists the sheets beneath you, and you can’t help but lean forward and kiss his jaw softly, licking down his throat and biting into the skin between his neck and his shoulder when he sinks against you.
Smiling at how easily you can bring his guards down, you pull him closer until your lips brush his ear, whispering the one sentiment you’ve thought of ever since you met him.
“Rex, I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
“Oh, me’suum’ika, I don’t want to do that.” His head snaps up, eyes narrowing as he stares down at you with a tenderness that melts you. Rex presses his nose to your temple, sighing your name over and over again until you let go of him and bring him down for a kiss. He pushes you harder into the bed, slipping his hand behind your back to undo your chest band before throwing it behind him. You break the kiss to look at him, and Rex is sure he’s never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.
“I want to fuck you like I can’t breathe without you. I want to fuck you like I can’t get the thought of you out of my head…I want to fuck you like you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
Your heart swells at the raw, needy emotion in his words, and your hands slips into his hair, scratching it softly and smiling with tears in your eyes when he leans into the touch and groans in return.
“I am, I’ve been yours Rex. Only yours.”
“Shit, you’re going to be the death of me baby.” Rex exhales shakily, attacking your chest with more kisses and waiting until he hears you call for him again before taking a nipple in between his teeth. You arch your back against him, opening your thighs so he can settle better against you before crossing your legs behind his back. As soon as you feel his cock tease at your entrance, a wave of shameless desire seeps through your body and you feel your cunt throb in pain at having him so close.
“I- ohhh gods, I can’t wait any longer Rex.” You squirm beneath him, the action sliding his cock against you and making him bite your sensitive bud in return.
“But…you deserve to be loved cyare. Slowly, deeply, passionately.” He wants nothing more than to push his cock into your pussy, but he waits, wanting to make sure that you’re ready for him so he doesn’t hurt you.
“We can d-do that later, however long you want…whenever you like. But I need to feel you inside me, now.” You shake your head, voice desperate and lust-filled. He studies you for a brief moment, and when he finds nothing but a needy truth swimming in your eyes, he pushes away and leans back to get a better look at you. His eyes zero in on your cunt, and his cock twitches at finally having you naked and willing beneath him.
“Spread your legs wide for me, and if it’s too much…if I’m too much, tell me.” Rex swallows hard, his eyes softening before darkening once more. You nod quickly, watching him as he takes hold of his cock and slides it across your cunt to spread your juices on him. The gesture is so filthy, and if it were any other man, you would have found it off-putting. But this was Rex, and you had only imagined him fucking you about a thousand times.
“R-rex,” you gasp as he slowly pushes into you, the sensation both overwhelming and mind-bending. Rex can’t take his eyes off of where you’re connected, and his breathing picks up when he begins to feel you clench around him, his cock sliding with ease from how wet you are. He can’t believe that he barely touched you and you were so ready for him, but he pushes the thought aside, wanting to relish every second he’s allowed to be inside you.
“Ah f-fuck, you’re…you’re so warm, so kriffing warm and tight.” He curses softly, his head falling back briefly before his eyes return to your cunt once more.
“I want to feel all of you Rex,” you run your hands over his arms, feeling the tense muscles shift with every movement. You silently wish that he falls against you so you can feel his body atop yours, and it must be evident in the way your eyes trail up and down his body because he slowly pushes himself on top of you, his cock sinking deeper into you as he shifts closer.
“Sweet girl, my beautiful jetii’ika.” Rex looks down at you, his eyes filled with awe and reverence, and something that should terrify you but instead makes you feel warm and cherished.
“You’re s-so deep inside me Rex, I feel…full.” Your voice hitches as he continues to push his dick inside you until he’s fully seated deep in your cunt. You bite into your fingers but Rex shakes his head, reminding you of his warning from earlier.
“Remember, your sounds are mine tonight. I want to hear everything that I do to you.” He grits his teeth, hands digging into your hips as he forces you to let go of your fingers and call his name.
“I love being this close to you... it’s perfect.” You confess, barely managing to string together a coherent thought as you feel him throbbing inside you.
“God, you feel so tight around me…” He wants to pull back and thrust inside you, but he holds back out of fear of hurting you. It’s only when he feels you wrap your legs around him and force him to move that he understands what you want from him. He pulls out until the crown of his cock is seated perfectly in between your pussy lips, and as soon as you moan for him, he thrusts back inside, the sensation sending his mind in a frenzy and nearly making him fuck you into oblivion. Rex stops for a moment, wanting to keep himself in check so he doesn’t terrify you by how much he craves you.
“Mmm, and you feel so big, so fucking hard and big. Move, Rex…please.” You throw your head to the side, biting into his wrist and whining in ecstasy when he obeys you and slowly snaps his hips against you.
“You’re so wet for me already and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He mutters beneath his breath, licking and sucking on your neck as he continues to shove his cock inside you, suddenly feeling dizzy at how perfect you feel around him. What he doesn’t expect is for you to chuckle in response and meet his gaze in an intense gaze, parting your lips and answering him with another, lust-filled confession.
“That’s because I- hmmm, I’ve imagined you fucking me every night since we met, and- and now that I’m here, in your arms-” You gasp at a particularly hard thrust, digging your nails into Rex’s back and smiling when you see his features turn into a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Tell me baby,” he coaxes, his voice rough with desire as he continues to fuck you passionately.
“Nothing compares to h-how you fill me up, Rex.” You confess, shaking at how perfectly Rex feels inside of you, cock hard and hot as it slides against your tight walls.
“You have no idea mesh’la,” you can tell his control is slipping further, and you wonder what it would take for him to lose all control and take you as you desire.
“I can- can feel how much you want this.” He leans down and swallows your moans, slipping his tongue inside of you and claiming your mouth while his cock claims your cunt.
“Yes... don’t stop. Go deeper, just like that.” You wrap your arms around him, breathing heavily against his ears as you feel him push into you with a pace that’s nearly blinding.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. This cunt was made for me, perfect fucking pussy. I can spend hours between your legs.” Rex’s voice comes out heavy, and he reaches down to place his arm around one of your thighs so he can push it higher and come closer against you.
“Please, harder…fuck me harder Captain.” You cry out, overwhelmed by the sensations Rex continues to rip from your body.
“Whatever you want to make you lose control, General.” Rex groans in return, his pace brutal and unrelenting as he feels his stomach begin to tighten. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the room, a frenzied beat that matches the pounding in his heart, he suspects, yours as well. He pulls back just enough to look at you, and when he finds you biting your lower lip to contain yourself, he slams harder into you until he has your attention.
“Look at me while I’m inside you... let me see how much you love this.” He demands assertively, eyes searching your own he feels sweat drip from his brow. There is a thick haze of lust clouding the room, and before you can even answer him, he thrusts harder, deeper, inside you, forcing your body to react in ways he only dreamt of.
“Rex…I- I’m, I’m yours... all yours.” You acknowledge him without even thinking, the need dripping from your words matching the same one you can see storming in his eyes.
“You have all of me cyare, my heart, my soul…my everything.” Your confession drives him mad, and the look of pure ecstasy etching on your features sends him reeling, his body trembling as you cling on to him while he pushes you closer to the edge. You sob with pleasure as his movements pick up, his words igniting something primal inside of you.
“That’s it, baby. I can feel you getting closer. Don’t hold back—let go for me. Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze me..fall apart for me.” The possessiveness radiating off of him in waves should terrify you, but instead, you tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you so you can feel every inch of him as he coats your walls with his seed. The tension in your body is palpable, every nerve lit up like a wildfire as you approach that inevitable release. Rex must feel it too because he sinks into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your sweat and something sweet that he might never forget.
“I’m so close... oh fuck, I’m going to come!” You cry against him, voice breaking as your body teeters on the brink of bliss.
“Fuck- I…I can’t. I need to-” His rhythm begins to stutter, his breathing becoming heavier and more erratic as he fights to hold on until he feels you come on his cock. Rex’s grip on you tightens, his fingertips pressing into your skin as if he’s trying to anchor himself to reality, to the gift the universe has handed him after so long.
“Don’t hold back, Rex. I want you to come for me, come inside me. I want to feel you…want to take you so deep, fill me up. Please…p-please Rex,” you plead, clawing at his back as you show him that you need him just as desperately. Hearing you beg for him to fill you with his cum shatters the last of his resolve, his pace faltering as he buries himself inside you to the hilt. A guttural groan tears from his throat as he finally lets go, the pleasure crashing over him overtaking him just as it engulfs your body. He feels you tighten around him, your body convulsing so violently that he can’t figure out whether it’s you who’s crying in pleasure or him.
You’re completely spent, your pussy throbbing harshly as you feel Rex shoot long, hot spurts of his seed deep inside you. It shouldn’t please you so much, but knowing that you have him reach places inside you that no one else will make the pleasure all the more intense, and you twist your head until you can kiss along his neck, silently letting him know that you will never belong to anyone else but him.
He collapses over you then, supporting himself on his forearms so he doesn’t suffocate you. His head is still buried in your neck as you both gasp for air, body trembling slightly as he presses soft kisses to your skin in return. His lips linger over your pulse point where he can feel your heartbeat racing as quickly as his own. Rex lifts his head until he meets your eyes, his own brimming with affection as he smiles at you and nudges your nose with his.
“Baby, you’re everything to me.”
“Rex, I…I think I-” you start, voice quiet and uncertain, afraid that once you tell him what you feel, you will lose it all…lose him.
“I know. Cyare, I know.” He murmurs gently, his hand cradling your face as he leans down and kissing you slowly until you feel nothing but warmth and understanding.
And in that moment, you have no doubt that something deeper than words binds the two of you, something that no one will ever be able to take away from you.
Against his wishes, Rex pulls out of you with a groan, biting into his lower lip when he hears you whine with contention. You don’t let him go too far, sliding against his side and nuzzling into his chest as he pulls the covers above the two of you.
A comfortable silence fills the air and after a while, you look up to find Rex meditating deeply, his attention focused on the ceiling high above you.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask, fingers moving up and down his chest in a soothing way.
“I’m thinking of what will happen tomorrow now that you won’t be keeping your distance anymore.” He means it as a joke, but when he looks down and sees your hurt expression, he drops the smile and leans over to kiss you, letting you know that he meant no harm by the comment and was just teasing you.
“Rex, I’ll do whatever you want to do going forward. If you want me to act as if nothing has changed, I’ll do that. And if you want to tell your brothers, it would make me feel so happy…and- and if you want me to leave the Order, give up everything…I will gladly do so without a second thought.” Rex’s expression shifts, his brow furrowed beneath the shadow of his close-cropped hair. He looks at you like he’s trying to make sense of your words, trying to fit them into the reality he had come to know in the past rotation.
“You- you would leave the Jedi for me?” His voice is rough with disbelief, and for a moment, he is genuinely convinced he has misheard you. The idea that someone like you— strong, steadfast, bound by your sworn duty to the Jedi and the Republic—would ever consider leaving all of it…for him…maker, it seemed impossible. It had to be.
“I would do anything for you just to have you keep looking at me the way you are now.” You cut through his disbelief with the utmost sincerity, gaze never once wavering as you do your best to make him understand what he means to you. The silence that follows hangs heavy in the air, and Rex swallows hard as searches for the right words, for anything that could match the depth of what you just offered him. He reaches out, trailing his fingers over your cheeks as he leans down to meet your lips in a chaste kiss. The touch of his lips is reverent, as if he wants to assure himself that you are real, that you are in his arms, that you are willingly giving yourself to him without a second thought.
When he finally pulls away and sees tears pricking against your eyes, he smiles at you and nods in understanding.
“How about we go day by day, and when this war is over, we can reassess.” He finally says, his voice less anxious than before. He lays back down and pulls you into his arms, hands going to your waist to pull you flush against him. You cry out in pain and push yourself away from him, the reaction catching Rex by surprise and making him sit up to see what he’s done When he sees you grabbing at your wound and hissing in discomfort, dread settles in his chest as he realizes he forgot the wound and handled you a lot more aggressively that he should have.
“Kriff, your side…I- I completely forgot. Mesh’la, are you-” He leans over to assess the bacta patch, wanting to see the damage he’s done and already thinking of what to tell Kix when he asks him to come and inspect the wound. His panic rises as you push his hand away and look down to find the patch still in place, and only when you’re sure no blood has seeped through do you grab Rex’s hand and settle it against the wound.
“Rex, relax. I- to be honest with you, I’m not sure whether or not I felt any pain. I was so far gone in our…activities, that I didn’t really focus on anything else.” His eyes are less anxious as you allow him to massage the skin around the wound, and when he sees there are no lies in your words, he nods and studies the irritated skin one last time before settling back down, bringing you into his chest gently.
He smiles when he feels you kiss just above his heart, giggling softly when you pinch his side and tease him for being so cuddly.
“Can I ask you something?” It’s his turn to interrupt the silence filling the room, and tilt your head up to nod at him.
“Anything!” His lips twitch into the faintest of smiles at the earnestness in your voice, his heart skipping a beat at the prospect of giving him the answer he’s been seeking for months on end.
“At what point did your feelings switch from wanting to be with me physically to…to whatever they are now?” Rex hesitates, choosing his words carefully and refusing to look anywhere else out of fear of missing a change in your facial expressions. When your brow lifts and your hand returns to his stomach, you can’t help but smile at him and shift your gaze to a fixed point somewhere on the skin beneath your palm.
“You mean when did I know that I’m yours?” His face flushes with embarrassment, but he nods instantly, not wanting to turn this moment awkward by his boyish reaction to your rather honest sentiment.
“I don’t think I can pinpoint a day or an hour, it all happened so suddenly and I didn’t realize how deep my feelings ran for you until I was so far gone in them.” You exhale deeply, turning a little contemplative as you admit to him everything you’ve felt for the past year or so.
“If I were to pick a reason though, it would have to be the way you carry yourself with your brothers, with Anakin even.” He looks down at you then, his gaze unwavering as he feels his soul light with a fire that he’s sure no one will ever put out now that you’ve kindled it.
“Seeing you give up so much to ensure your brothers live for another day stirred something inside me. And knowing that you’d follow Anakin into a battlefield without a second thought is…it’s- maker Rex, you’re amazing. You’re the best man I’ve ever met.” Your voice cracks slightly with emotion, a few tears rolling down your cheeks as you let him know that you will never care for anyone more than you care for him. Rex blinks down at you, stunned into silence at the raw honesty behind your words.
“The loyalty, the courage—it speaks volumes.” His chest tightens as you speak those words, and he can’t help but turn to face you fully so he can focus on nothing else but the way you fit perfectly in his arms.
“Come here, me’suum’ika.” He wraps his arms around you and molds you into his chest, stealing the breath from your lungs with a kiss that you’re sure would rival all the others he’s gifted you with so far. You let him take whatever he wants from you, sliding your arm around his back to feel every inch of him as he makes you forget the universe outside of your room.
“What does that word mean?” You smile at him when he finally breaks the kiss and trails his lips across your cheeks and down your neck.
“It means ‘little moon.’” Rex murmurs gently, as if he was sharing a secret meant only for your ears. Your heart swells at the tender nickname, and you press yourself closer to him, wanting to stay in his embrace for as long as you’re allowed. You breathe his presence to anchor yourself to him, refusing to acknowledge the chaos of the war raging outside your existence, here in this moment.
“Stay with me tonight,” you whisper pleadingly, voice barely audible. “Please.”
Rex’s hands tighten around you, and he brushes his thumb over your skin as he pulls you back to meet your gaze.
“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else, cyar’ika.”
The word sends a shiver down your spine, and you lose yourself in his arms, knowing that nothing will ever compare to what you now share with him.
And as you slowly succumb to sleep, Rex silently thanks the mythical bird for giving him what he’s wished for. The war may not be over, but it could wait. The galaxy, with all its heartbreak and evil, can be someone else’s concern. Tonight, Rex had you, and that was more than enough.
a/n: So I love Tech and Crosshair obviously buuuuut I also love Fives and this idea was basically born from my own OC hcs where she’s besties with him, which would make for fun scenarios with jealous TBB bfs
Warning: jealous clones, sfw nothing sexual, she/her reader, alcohol usage, still figuring out feelings
Summary: Finally docking on Kamino after a long campaign in the field with your squad, you’re surprised with the warm greeting of an old friend who’s no other than an arc trooper from the 501st. Crosshair and Tech aren’t the biggest fans of a reg hugging their General that tightly…
For most Jedi, Coruscant had become the place they would call home due to the Order's temple being stationed there. Ever since very small younglings, it's all they know until they can start traveling around with the masters, exploring new worlds and discovering new sights other than the same long corridors and tall walls of the temple. For you though? home felt whenever your squad clone force 99 was ,and most times that meant the stormy rainy planet of Kamino.
You were now leading part of the team through the white corridors of Tipoca City while Echo stayed momentarily behind on the ship repairing one of his robotic legs that had been damaged during the last fight, something that Tech usually helped him with but the arc trooper had insisted that you all go ahead and save him some food while he got finished. Landing after another bunch of successful insane missions, the Council had granted you permission to stay on the rainy planet for some rotations while the Marauder got repaired as well, having been hit hard during the escape from an aggressive swarm of acklays. Saying the squad was used to flying through space with the aircraft on the verge of shutting down and losing pieces was putting it generously but Tech's pilot skills always came through, bringing you all safely back home once more.
Now on your way to the dining halls the batch passed by numerous groups and battalions of regs that reacted rather angry towards Crosshair’s snarky comments and looks, the sniper simply enjoying annoying other clones when they couldn’t do anything with a jedi general present.
“ Nothing like being back home! ” Cheered Wrecker while laughing at the look two clones gave to his brother.
It was indeed nice but everytime the batch stayed in Kamino trouble always followed either in the form of hall fights or training equipment ending up destroyed by their hands.
“ It would be even better if we didn't have another food war today, boys. I had to personally apologize to Lama Su last time and it was not nice.”
“ We didn't start it that one time!”
“ Technically we didn't but we did escalate the situation for the worse and thus caused all that broken furniture.” corrected Tech while fixing his slipping goggles in place. He did have a point, like always.
“ We’ll just stay for a few rotations, please don’t—” Your tired eyes fell on a certain group of clones with blue paint on their armor coming your way, specifically on one of them with a number tattoo over his eyebrow, and your legs froze in place.
“ Fives?! ”
Hearing and recognizing your voice the man looked up and a wide smile spread over his handsome face before handing his helmet to another clone and breaking formation, almost running to greet you.
“ What are the odds?! ” He exclaimed before grabbing your incredulous self by the waist and spinning around in a hug.
“ No—Fives! ” Repeating his name again but this time in a more offended tone, you quickly demanded to be put down before looking to both sides alarmed. “ Don't do that here! “
Fives just grinned at your embarrassed face and put you down, changing instead to placing a hand on your arm. It didn't escape his eyes the way the four clones behind your back were looking daggers in his direction.
“ I’m sorry but it's been so long since I last saw you in Coruscant! Me and the boys were beginning to think you replaced us, Mesh'la.”
He faked a sad pout and you just lightly pushed him to the side with a Shut up to speak a bit more privately while both your squads waited in halt. The clone made a gesture for his team to go ahead into the dining hall, he would join in a moment, and so did you to the batch but Hunter and his brothers refused to leave you alone with the mysterious reg who seemed to have no respect for personal space. You then requested to have two minutes at least to salute an old friend before leaving, so happy to see Fives again that your cheeks hurt from smiling, something that made Crosshair frown more than usual.
“ Is the rest of the 501st here too? ”
“ Nah, they sent me to escort Kix and a group of injured some rotations ago who needed surgery and now I'm on hold waiting for orders. ” The clone then crossed his arms over his chest. “ Captain Rex, General Skywalker and the rest of the battalion are stuck on some frozen planet fighting separatists and trying to not lose any toes in the cold. Can’t wait to tell them I found you here! ”
You giggled at his silly comment and the sound didn't go unnoticed by the batch mere meters away.
“ Wait, and where's Echo? I don't see his bald head over there ”
“He was finishing some repairs back at the ship and would join us later. ” You replied, still not removing the hand touching you so confidently.
“ But most importantly, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since that incident with the— ”
“ With the wild reek! You’re right! ”
The moment their Jedi greeted this clone so closely and moved to the side with him for some privacy, the entire mood in the batch shifted. They knew you had commanded other teams of regs before them but it never felt good to see you be so cheery and physical with other clones as you did with force 99. Suddenly your hugs and warm smiles didn’t feel so unique.
Hunter kept the full attention of his enhanced hearing on the conversation you were both having some feet away, not missing a word of it, while Wrecker practically growled in that direction whenever Fives’ hand would reach lower, aiming for your own.
Tech’s eyes were fixated on the way you would constantly laugh and tee-hee at whatever this stranger was saying to you and trying to figure out what could be so funny compared to their own jokes and stories.
“ There’s something about this one, she had never acted this foolishly around the other regs.” Spit out Crosshair, then looking at his quiet brother he let out with a smirk “ Only with Tech.”
The genius clone just fixed his goggles in place and ignored the provocation, not letting the sniper get the worst out of him. “ Obviously she must know him from long before being assigned to our squad. It's only logical they might be close acquaintances.”
“ He keeps eating her with his eyes though, I might have to break his nose.”
“ That's just your imagination.”
“ Oh yeah? Tell that to the hands reaching for her waist.”
All of their eyes quickly fell on both of Fives’ hands aiming for a second hug and Wrecker gasped in shock, preparing to head in and push this specific clone away from their friend when suddenly Tech raised his voice.
“ General? We’re running late already.”
Your embarrassed expression fell on him, then on the rest of the batch, before looking again at Fives with a very red face.
“ Blast I forgot they were waiting— It's been super fun to catch up but we still gotta leave. Tell the boys I said Hi in case I don't have time to drop by, alright? ”
“ Wait! I forgot to tell you the most important part! ” Before you could walk away Fives yanked you by the arm and started whispering in your ear so the others wouldn't hear.
« General Skywalker gifted us some wine from Naboo that he got from senator Amidala and we've had it hidden on our gunship for a while now. What do you say to opening the bottles with us later, like old times? »
You could almost feel his smirk on your ear at that insinuation. Old times, as Fives liked to call them, was referring to the occasions where you both had ended up shit-faced drunk in the subfloors of Coruscant after sneaking you out of the temple. Memories that you held very close but weren’t sure Kamino of all places in the galaxy was the best place to repeat them.
“ That's such a terrible idea…” Biting your thumb’s nail while debating whether to accept or not, you couldn’t ignore the fact that wine from Naboo was considered one of the best in thousands of systems and it had been a long while since you had any taste of it. « Agh, how do you always manage to drag me into these things… » You whispered while hitting him playfully on the side of his arm again.
“ So is that a yes? ” He grinned while raising two thumbs up.
“ I'll comm you later, they're seconds away from jumping you if we talk any longer.”
Laughing at the commentary, Fives looked back towards the bad batch and realized that you were right indeed. They were cracking their fists and about to start some trouble, so he avoided their eyes and planted a kiss on your temple before running away in the direction his own squad took, avoiding Wrecker's hand reaching towards him.
Crosshair was the first one to approach you after the other clone disappeared towards the hall, placing an arm around your shoulders.
“ What did he whisper in your ear? ”
“ Maybe it's confidential and I can't share. ” You teased with a smirk, incredulous at how mad they were all looking. It was your first time seeing them all like this and it somehow warmed your heart seeing how protective they could get.
“ Is that so? ” the sniper spat the toothpick between his teeth with disgust. “ Too bad for the regs, you're staying with us now. ”
“ Yeah! And who was that?! I don't like him.” Asked Wrecker with a more serious tone.
“ He's just a very good friend, big guy. ” You replied before removing Crosshair's arm when finally reaching the dining area and entering. “ He was initially from the same squad as Echo when they were cadets here on Kamino and currently is an arc trooper in the 501st with General Skywalker, who I also haven't seen in a long time now that I think about it. “
“ Just a friend, uh? ” The sniper couldn’t control the venom in his tone and you started to feel his anger through the force. Why was he so possessive all of a sudden?
“ Now, what are you insinuating? ”
Crosshair just raised a knowing eyebrow and dismissed the question with a Nothing while the group finally found an empty table to sit down, away from others.
“ Technically, it's not a wrong assumption. Soldiers aren’t supposed to greet their outranking superiors like that. ” Added Tech with the coldest tone you had ever heard on him.
“ And what assumption would that be? ” You asked back before grabbing the clone’s hand under the table. “ Have I not been showing the same level of closeness with all of you too during our time together, Tech? ”
“ Yes…You have. ” A slight blush spread over Tech's face but it did almost nothing to hide the pout he was carrying as an expression, a sad pout matching Wrecker's very own.
“ Fives is a soldier I hold very dear, just like all of you, boys. We have been through a lot together and he has saved my life countless times. I know you don’t like regs and with reason but give him a chance at least. ” You were starting to worry about all the dark feelings clouding their minds, all around, and tried to reach through the force to relieve them a bit. It was becoming quite overwhelming.
“ Now why don't we change subjects and focus on eating, instead? ”
“ That would be an excellent idea. ” replied back Tech with his face buried in his holopad once more, full focus on the hacked military expedient of Arc Trooper CT-5555 to learn every single detail about this specific clone and all the past missions he had completed under your command. His achievements were not a small list to say the least, but neither were all the written complaints about his reckless methods to complete said objectives, methods that Tech was more than familiar with given the ways of the bad batch in the field. He guessed that the possible similarities were what drove you to have such close bonds with that clone just as with them.
While he kept focusing on his own investigation, you and the rest came back with various trays of food to the table, starting to eat while talking as if nothing had happened. Moments like these, sharing old stories while eating from the same plates, were very much needed after such long missions all around the galaxy and the group of brothers had silently agreed to just enjoy it instead of giving attention to the unsettling feelings residing in their chests. Feelings all related to seeing their General act so different with a certain reg.
Echo walked into the hall not long after, slightly limping from one mechanical foot but glad to finally have something to eat.
“ Did you not grease the bolts the way I explained? ” Asked Tech, his calculating mind unable to focus on reading when there was something nearby done wrong that he could easily fix.
“ Yeah I did but it's not that. The new pieces take a bit longer to get adjusted to flexing and moving after installation. ”
“ Echo! You finally showed up! ” Shouted Wrecker with his mouth full of food, calling the attention of almost every table filled with regular clones all around them and provoking annoyed reactions to the noise.
“ We saved you some soup! ”
“ Yeah, and our General here saved a surprise for us. ”
Of course Crosshair couldn't let it go.
While Tech was still obsessing about it over his holopad, it was Crosshair who couldn't help but snap about it, making your eyes roll and gulping what was still inside your mouth before talking. “ They all just met Fives… “
It took a couple of seconds before the realization of those words hit the arc trooper, spoonful of soup halfway to his lips, but when it did he opened his eyes wide like plates. Fives? His brother Fives? … The one clone in the Grand Republic who was allowed to hug their Jedi General back? No wonder Crosshair's words were so full of venom while the rest looked uncomfortably to the side…
“ Wait- When did you see Fives? He's here?! ”
“ He is! We saw him earlier with some clones from the 501st. ”
“ They're also here?! I haven't seen them in so long— ” Echo scratched his head. “...Almost since I joined this squad. ”
“ That was your former team, right? ” Hunter tried to change both the subject and the mood over the table and placed a hand on Echo’s shoulder. “ Why don't you go pay them a visit? ”
“ They're my brothers too after all. ” A big smile spread over the pale clone’s face. “ I'll be right back. ”
Gulping down the rest of the soup in a quick sip, Echo stood up and went in search of the table with his brothers in blue by simply following where the biggest noise and ruckus was coming from. It didn't take long before Fives' voice accompanied by laughs reached his covered ears.
“ Now- ” Back on the batch’s table you wiped any crumbs that may have fallen on your robes and stood, ready to leave. “ I still need to send some reports from our last missions and to finally clean up. Notify me if anything happens. ”
« I’ll have the holo board games ready for later! » Whispered very loudly Wrecker with a thumbs up. Trying his hardest to not be heard by the regs again when his voice wasn’t exactly compatible with subtlety.
“ Maybe not tonight, big guy. I’m sorry. ” You then replied while patting him on the shoulder. “ I’ll go pay a visit to the 501st later, there’s some of them I haven’t seen in a long time. ”
« Wait—what- But it’s tradition! »
What was more important than game night?!
“ I think it's better if we save it for tomorrow, alright? ”
“ But— ”
Without much else of a word you retired and left the batch staring at each other in silence, in pity even.
“ Don’t overthink it Wrecker. Seems like we aren’t that important to her after all. ” Stated the sniper while placing a new toothpick between his teeth. His mind wandered towards really upsetting scenarios involving you and that arc trooper, getting even more angry even if it was his imagination.
“ Let her join her beloved regs. ”
“ Cut it out, Crosshair. ” Sighed Hunter. “ They agreed to have a drink together and that’s all. One night without annoying her constantly won’t kill you. ”
“ And you know that because…? ”
“ I heard what he whispered earlier. Now let’s head back as well, we all need a shower. ”
——
Even with all of them clean out of the water, the particular smell of their barracks greeted them just like last time when the batch finally reached their room. Not that they noticed it, having gotten used to it, but it was the lack of commentary from either you or Echo that made them remember there was even a smell to start with.
Tech looked towards his brothers when they all walked in and halted in realization. They were back to being the four original members of the bad batch, even if for one night. Hunter seemed to reach the same conclusion when he looked back towards the clone and tried to cheer him with a hand to his shoulder.
“ They’ll be back in a few hours. ”
“ She better. ” Muttered Crosshair while storing his armor in its respective compartment, a rather somber tone in his voice.
“ Well, of course she will. We are her current team after all. ” Tech also headed towards his bunk bed to fix his belongings like the rest but his mind couldn’t stop wandering somewhere else. Towards his beautiful war General, towards your smile, your long hair that flowed in the wind every time you jumped into battle with ignited lightsabers, your intense eyes whenever the clone would infodump for hours while never losing the interest. Your voice and how good it sounded calling out his name.
Something had been changing inside Tech for a long while now and its signs only showed up whenever you occupied his thoughts, which intrigued him. What was the reason for it all? He wondered while typing continuously on the datapad at hand, incapable of falling asleep like the rest of the batch was apparently doing. He did try getting to bed, even laying down still and staring at the top of the bunk, but nothing could silence the relentless voices in his mind. Your face kept appearing in his thoughts and nothing could quiet them, not when the memory of you greeting Echo’s former squad brother kept also popping up in there. You had looked so enthusiastic around that reg and so giddy that Tech couldn’t help the heavy feeling inside his chest remembering how bright your smile had been. Remembering Fives’ hands placed all over your body, not even asking for permission first.
It wasn’t nice. It just… wasn’t.
With a heavy sigh, he decided it was futile and stood to work on fixing something instead to try and distract his active mind. The modified engine by his bunk did the trick for a little while but it still wasn’t enough, he couldn’t stop tapping his foot impatiently and for the first time in his life he wanted to bite his nails off, feeling rather anxious. By the time Tech assembled, deassembled and then assembled again both of his blasters, Crosshair's sudden voice surprised him in the dark of the room.
“ Can’t sleep? ” Asked the sniper sitting in his own bunk, staring at the rain outside their window.
“ Neither can you, I take it? ”
Crosshair replied with a small grunt and then kept quiet for a couple of very long minutes, thinking. By seeing Tech in such an overly anxious state it was clear that they were both thinking about exactly the same person, it was rather odd to suddenly have something in common with him out of everyone in the batch but it couldn’t be helped, it seemed like they now shared an affliction . A rather unprofessional affliction towards their assigned Jedi.
The sniper also had tried to fall asleep like the others but the constant idea of you drunk somewhere in Kamino with those regs kept burning the back of his mind. He was seriously debating on going out to find you by that point.
“ It’s been over two hours already. ” He muttered while still staring towards the continuous rainstorm outside, eyes counting all the small water droplets that slipped down the transparisteel screen.
“ Two hours, fifty-four minutes and thirty seconds to be more precise, but I suppose that's a regular time stamp for meetings such as the one they went to. ” Tech had heard him given how quiet the room was but didn’t look towards the sniper, still pretending to keep busy fixing something else. Both him and Crosshair weren’t exactly of the social type and their interactions with each other barely contained more than three words while outside of battle, but they still knew the other pretty well to read what may be going through their heads.
They should’ve been back already. Spit out Crosshair who then stood up, bent on going out to find you out there. He had given you time enough to enjoy the company of those pricks and now it was time to come back, you had other responsibilities still pending and a whole current squad waiting.
“ They will be, eventually. ” commented Tech while fixing his goggles in place. “ What’s your issue with all of this? ”
“ My issue? What’s that supposed to mean? ” Asked the sniper incredulously. Even to the untrained eye it was rather obvious that Crosshair was suffering from a rather big jealousy burst, and while he didn’t want to admit it out loud it didn’t change how sick the heaviness in his chest was making him feel.
“ It means exactly what it means. Why does it affect you this much that they’re partaking in a friendly meetup ? ”
“ You must be kidding me. ”
“ I assure you I am not. In fact I’m rather curious in how— ”
“ You’re thinking about it just as much as me, don’t play naive now. ” Snapped Crosshair, finally looking into his brother’s eyes. “ You think none of us have noticed how much you crumble at even the smallest show of attention from her? ”
Even in the darkness of the room the sniper’s enhanced eyes noticed how a dark tone of color took over Tech’s cheeks after his commentary and it somehow bothered him even more. How dare he feign ignorance when you had a certain affinity for him among them all, when you had shown particular interest in him among the five of them. How dare he just stand there instead of taking a chance.
Maker how much Crosshair wanted to be in his position sometimes.
“ Well, that’s actually— ”
“ Go on, deny it. ”
“ …You must’ve imagined things. ”
Tech looked defiantly towards him, brows furrowed in annoyance. It seemed like he wasn’t gonna confront any of the very real feelings going through his chest at even the mention of the jedi and instead chose to sit on the bed once more, pretending to be busy with the datapad.
Crosshair rolled his eyes with an I’m sure and headed towards the entrance, more than ready to leave and drag you back. He made up his mind after all, anything was better than staying locked up with Tech while feeling so restless, but just as luck may have it he didn’t need to go too far as the voices heard outside indicated. Opening the sliding door the sniper was met with three surprised faces staring back at him and in between them there you were, blushing and looking so utterly beautiful while drunk. If only you hadn’t been clinging from the reg’s arm.
See You on the Other Side of the War (Captain Rex x gn! reader)
Warnings: canon typical violence, minor character death, mentions of order 66, angst, not edited
I love doomed romance
Masterlist
The first time he sees you, you're just a padawan.
It was early in the war, not too long after the firefight on Christophsis that first marred the shiny armor of the 501st. General Skywalker was assigned a new padawan and Captain Rex realized that if the 501st was to stay intact, it would require a great deal of trust from him in Skywalker's leadership.
Captain Rex liked Ahsoka well enough. She was a good kid but a bit too self-assured for war. But Rex knew that given time and guidance she would shape up into the Jedi she was training to be.
Skywalker worried him. He was unpredictable at the best of times, and defiant at the worst. But he cared for his troops and his methods got results. He was prepared to save as many lives as he could like a real Jedi knight. Rex was learning to adapt.
So, when he was told that the 501st was to work with another battalion for this next mission and that the padawan commander was not much older than Anakin, he braced himself for the unholy mix of his two Jedi.
You were polite enough.
Hidden behind his helmet, he was able to watch you more closely than the others. You entered trailing behind your master, hands clasped in front of you and head slightly bowed. Rex caught a glimpse of a blue bead holding your padawan braid together. You looked so small beside your master, a far cry from the assured posture of the Jedi Knight. Rex couldn't help but glance at Ahsoka and Anakin to contrast. The former stood with arms crossed and her weight on one hip as she listened to specs of the mission, the later held himself much the same - leaned forward to brace himself on the holotable. Anakin's head was nearly submerged in the holoscreen, he was looking for a break in the data - Rex knew, some sort of hole in the Separatists plan to exploit. Your master, meanwhile, stood tall, her arms resting behind her back as she cast her gaze over the data. She looked in control, Anakin looked focused. Ahsoka looked ready for a fight and you...you looked like a padawan. Studious, quiet, unobtrusive.
He wasn't sure he said a word to you the entire mission.
...
The second time he sees you, you are a Jedi Knight.
It was maybe a year later. The 501st is racing to meet up with your battalion on an obscure moon. It had been a hail-mary mission. Your fleet was sent to the edges of one of the systems being threatened by the Separatists force, one that if co-opted could quickly turn into an infected wound in the Republic's defenses. The problem was, constantly guarding the system would stretch the Jedi too thin. Your orders had been to get in, establish a route for the Republic before the Separatists noticed the weakpoint and get out.
The Separatists had already noticed it though.
From what Rex gathered from your men after the hell had settled, it had been a massacre.
Your fleet had been outnumbered almost 10:1. By the time the 501st had boots on the ground, your battalion numbers had dwindled to nearly a third of its original strength. He remembers seeing you, caked in rusty dust from the moon's surface, robes scorched and discolored red in far too many places. The blue glow of your lightsaber highlighted the resolved fury in your eyes. You'd grabbed his arm when he got to you and through the visor of his helmet, met his gaze.
"Thank the Force, you're here."
And then you were moving once again, shouting to Skywalker your plan to have him and the 501st draw the droids' attention while you and your remaining men punched a hole back to your stranded troops. He noticed the blood smeared on your face - it was a distinctive hand print that arched up the side of your cheek. Someone had held your face in the firefight.
Later, when you and the remaining men were safely tucked amongst the ranks of the 501st, Rex would see you huddled amongst them, heads bowed in vigil.
He remembered your face when he landed. The look of hesitant relief that softened the edges of your adrenaline. It was as if in that moment you'd looked past the armor to the man inside and thanked him personally. Your voice would ring in his ears for days afterwards, the skin of his arm would still prickle for months.
...
The third time he sees you, you are mourning.
You were reassigned to the 501st for a short time while the battalion pushes the Separatists back. Rex heard from Anakin that the council believed your intel on the system would prove invaluable in regaining a foothold.
You're on time to every briefing but you're not there. He can see behind the edges of the mask you've learned to wear - your master's mask. Behind the look of impassive control, there is a hurt he knows all too well. He learns that your master had fallen from Ahsoka.
He remembers the hand print on your face.
He catches you at the end of one of the briefings, you'd looked far away the entire meeting. But when he catches your arm in the hallway, he sees that you're in there but the grief hangs thick. "I'm sorry, General," he says softly, "I'm sorry for your loss," he doesn't know why he says it. Doesn't know why he means it too. But he thinks, maybe for once, he sees himself in a Jedi. Sees himself in you.
Rex sees the tears that gather on your lashline - the tears you don't let fall. For a moment, you resurface and taste the air once more as the code and the grief falls away. "Thank you, Captain," you whisper, "I miss her." He lets your arm go slowly and it falls like a feather back to your side.
"Your brothers are brave men," you say into the bereavement between you.
Rex wets his lips once, questioning what he wants to say - unsure how you'd take it. "Thank you, general," he should stop there, "Whenever, we lose brothers...me and the boys typically have a drink in their honor," he has one more chance to stop, "maybe after we land on Coruscant again, you could join us?"
He learns your master's name, he learns that she'd practically raised you, he learns that her last words were, "there is no victory in war". And he learns that you were afraid for how this would all end.
You learn who he is underneath the clone visage.
...
The last time he sees you, you are his lover.
There'd been clandestine meetings squeezed between missions and leave. Rendezvouses that were wrong for both your titles but right for the people beneath them. You loved fierce and hard, both of you knowing it could be taken away at any moment.
But towards the end, Rex has started to wonder.
What would happen after the war? He'd question as he pressed his lips to yours. Would you leave the Jedi order for him? He'd wonder as he snuck in and out of your quarters. Could he give up being a soldier for you? The thought would press against his ears as you both held each other after hard days. Would he be given the choice?
He tries to cast the thoughts away, knowing they do no good right now. You have this moment before he leaves. It's one of the rare moments he's on Coruscant at the same time as you. Moments that are thankfully becoming less rare. The war is changing, he thinks, and he dares to hope it's winding down. You tell him you feel it too.
He has your hips in his hands, his chest pressed to yours in the dark corner of an empty briefing room. Your hands are on his head, one gently scratching at his scalp. He had just buzzed his hair again and he knew he couldn't stop you from messing with it even if he wanted too.
"Where are you off to?" You ask when you part for air, your lips trail along his jaw as you speak.
"Mandalore," he answers, his voice gravelly as he runs his hands up your sides, "Ahsoka's back to lead the assault." You fall into a hug that Rex returns as tightly as he can.
"I'm glad she's back," he hears the soft smile in your voice. Ahsoka's expulsion from the order had hit Rex harder than he would have thought. It sparked the one time he was willing to ask you about leaving the order yourself. Maybe after...
"You're going after Maul." It's not a question and Rex doesn't pretend it's anything other than an admission. You were scared. Maul was not an idle threat.
"You're going to Kamino." He points out. The Separatists had grown increasingly desperate in their attempts to take Kamino. They'd turned it into a never-ending front. You are up next to reinforce the line.
You take his face in your hands, cradling him like he’s the most precious thing in the galaxy. "It's not the same and you know that." You scold and Rex can't help but smile. He knows you're serious and he doesn't smile to demean you. But he loves how you furrow your brow when you're serious. He holds your chin in return.
"I know." And you know what he really means. I hear you. I love you.
You kiss him one more time and Rex's stomach swoops. When you part his lips crackle with electricity. He wonders if its a trick you do on purpose. Some Jedi nonsense you keep secret. "I have to get going." You whisper against him and he hates to know the same.
"I'll see you on the other side of the war." He jokes but he really hopes it too. The 501st is going after Maul, Obi Wan is going after Grievous, the Republic still holds Kamino. He can feel the end coming.
You smile at him and press something into his hand. When he looks at his palm, he sees that it's the blue bead that once held the end of your padawan braid. Rex feels his heart begin to race, feels the hope that overtakes him. He looks up to ask if you're sure out of habit but you are already walking away, the light from the hallway haloing around you, “See you on the other side, Captain."