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I think that this is the perfect story to end my little 333 Follower Celebration with, so last, but certainly not least...
Can End Like This
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Rated: G | Words: 333
“Here we are,” Echo says.
Rex’s jaw drops. “The Batch live here?”
Echo chuckles. “I’ll admit, the flower boxes surprised me too when I first saw them.”
“Well, it’s all of it,” Rex admits. “It’s so…domestic.”
“What did you expect? A field tent on the beach?”
Rex rolls his eyes. “Of course not.”
Maybe.
The door opens and Omega bursts out. “Echo! You’re home!”
“Hey, kiddo,” Echo says, wrapping her in a one armed embrace when she crashes into him. “And look who decided to tag along this time.”
Omega’s eyes find Rex, and she smiles at him with all the warmth of a sun. “Rex!” and she flies to him next, arms wrapping around his middle. “What do you think of Pabu?”
“It’s beautiful,” Rex tells her, carding his fingers through her blond curls. “You’ll have to show me around.”
Omega steps back, bouncing on her toes. “Really? Are you staying longer than just tonight?”
“How does three nights sound?” Echo asks her and laughs when the question earns a squee of approval from their little sister.
They follow Omega inside, put their bags down in the main room, then go out to the back veranda overlooking the sea. The sun is starting to set, early dusk painting the sky.
“The others should be home soon. They were helping down at the docks today,” Omega says.
“Who’s making dinner tonight?” Echo asks, sitting down at the table.
Omega grins, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Don’t worry, it’s not Hunter.”
“Thank the force,” Echo sighs.
“Is he really that bad?” Rex asks.
Echo nods.
Omega makes a face but says, graciously, “He’s…learning.”
They hear the Batch returning before they see them. While Rex can’t make out distinct words, the carefree contentment in their voices is tangible. He glances at Echo, catching his brother’s eye. Echo smiles, and Rex suddenly understands why he had him come: so he can see for himself that what they are still fighting for can end like this.
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Can i get a rex x male reader life day fic where Rex is having seasonal depression regarding his brothers, and reader comforts him over a mug of hot chocolate?
(I just rewatched the umbara arc and am craving hurt/comfort)
Of COURSE you can!! Umbara made unspeakable things to us... 🥹 Let's give our dear cap some comfort! 💖
PS. Remember I'm still taking any free xmas clone requests or any of the xmas prompts (reminder at the end of this oneshot).
Btw, I think this is my first time ever writing as a male reader. Hope you like it dear!
Xx, Blue.
"C FOR CHOCOLATE COMFORT" – REX/MALE READER 💔💖
WARNINGS: references to depression&burn out, lost family, and war. Established relationship, fleeting sex reference but no scene at all, kisses, comfort.
They should have been here too.
It's all Rex can think about, lounging on the sofa of his boyfriends's apartment in Corusscant; that his brave, loyal brothers should have had the right to enjoy Life Day too. All those little things nats like to do; decorate, bake, ice skate and build snowmans on one of the multiple artificial platforms in the Capital. They deserved to be cherished, loved; and not end like another lost number to this seemingly endless war.
Though Rex would never give up on this fight –his sense of loyalty and his need to protect others too strong for that– he can't help but feel some sort of tired numbness after Umbara. The good thing about having so many brothers is that he'd never feel really alone; the bad, that he's constantly losing people he has grown to love. Some deaths hit deeper than others; but all of them make a little tug at his heart, and Rex doesn't know how much longer he can soldier through them before the cord finally breaks.
The guilt is a problem on it's own. Why is he allowed to relax in a warm, cozy apartment, why can he have a beautiful relationship and enjoy this years Life Day, while other vods don't?
The sound of the door opening interrupts his spiraling thoughts; and Rex glances towards it right in time to see his partner locking the door and shooting him a shivering smile.
"Hey!" You grin at your favorite trooper, taking your scarf and gloves off and blowing some air on your cold fingertips. "Kark, I couldn't wait to get home!"
You abandon your jacket and winter accesories in the rack by the door –next to Rex's armour–; carelessly shrug your boots off, and pad towards the living room. The heating system is on, and the floor is pleasantly warm. It's a welcoming feeling; you had felt yourself freezing, though you know you'll return to normal in just a few minutes.
You drop down next to Rex and press your body against his side; sitting sideways so that you can put your legs over his lap. Your hands inmediately climb up to the neck of his –yours– jumper; fondly playing with it while you smile up at this god of a man.
"Hi" you whisper sweetly, eyes flickering over every inch of his handsome face. "Miss me?"
You have a habit of doing this; asking this silly questions in an unconscious attempt to help Rex express his feelings. He's a fantastic lover; but more often than not it's easier for him to show his love for you with his hands and lips –and cock– than to actually talk.
He doesn't find it annoying though –quite the opposite, it's endearing the way you sound so innocent and hopefull–; and gives in inmediately.
"Yeah" he whispers back, letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes. "You know I did, cyare".
You hum and stay quiet; observing your boyfriends reaction closely. You've been with him long enough to know there's something else going on.
"You' okay?" You ask, gently cupping his face between your hands, softly pushing up so that you can search for an answer in his eyes.
Rex flinches almost imperceptively; and you somehow doubt it's just because of your cold fingers. You give him a gentle look and caress his cheek with your thumbs.
"Want to talk about it?" You carefully ask.
The man sighs. All of his muscles relax like a deflated balloon; perhaps innerly glad you've caught onto his worries without him needing to point them out.
He catches your hands with his and squeezes them softly.
"Just the usual" he answers, voice low and vulnerable in the silence of the room. "Thinking on how lucky I am to be here, to have you, while others..."
Rex's throat bobs, the sentence unfinished, but you can guess his line of thought. You've talked about this before.
"It's not your fault" you tenderly say to him, a recurrent reminder in your relationship. "You can't control everything, love".
Rex sighs and dejectedly nods. He turns a bit around so that he can burry his face on your neck. Seek solace there. You caress his strong back up and down and kiss the crown of his blond head.
"I know" the captain mumbles against your skin, sending a little shiver through your body inevitably. "I just wish they were here too".
You nod, still hugging him, and cuddle his body further into you.
"And that's perfectly understandable, love" you validate, and both of you stay in silence for a few minutes, calming each other down.
When Rex stirs –a subtle sign that he's had enough of this sort of comfort and that he's a bit unsure about keeping showing this vulnerability– you let him pull back and shoot a grin at him.
"You know what you need?" You try to gain back a bit of that cheery holiday feeling, and pat his thigh while springing up to a stand. "A big C for Chocolate Comfort".
You peck his lips –perhaps deepening the kiss and delaying your departure a bit too much to be considered quick and innocent– and give him a last smile before you dissapear towards the kitchen.
Unknown to you, Rex smiles softly and patiently waits for you to come back; the small clattering of potts and mugs familiar and comforting. He has called you "love" before; but he hasn't actually told you he loves you yet. He will, soon. Your presence is like a warm blanket; a beacon of light in a world full of darkness.
You return ten minutes later; two mugs of hot, sweet chocolate in your hands. You carefully place them in the small living room table; signaling the darker one in colour to Rex.
"This one's yours. I used dark chocolate from Kashyyyk" you explain, attentively observing the man's reaction after his first temptative sip.
Rex groans; the sound so similar to what you usually hear in bed that it sends a faint blush all the way from your cheeks to your neck.
"It's great" he hums in aproval, glancing at your own mug still on the small coffee table. A little teasing smile perches on his lips. "And I assume you used the sweetest sugariest chocolate you could find for yours?"
You laugh, nodding in happy deafeat.
"You know me" you joke, taking a sip of your own hot chocolate and humming at how good it tastes.
Rex cups your face and turns it towards his; slowly dipping down to steal a soft, slow kiss.
"And I love every bit" he whispers softly, making you melt against him.
It's the closest Rex has come to admitting you he loves you; and you can't wait until he's finally confident to say it out loud. He's your man. He's it for you.
You smile and kiss him back; then rest your forehead against his.
"I love you, Rex. Happy Life Day".
Your boyfriend answers with a happy sigh and tenderly caress your cheeks with his thumbs.
"Happy Life Day, ner Karta (my heart)".
THE END.
Wasn't it sweet? I love Rex, aww
PS. Reminder of the prompts you can ask a request of (besides one of your own):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Reader
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Soft CT-7567 | Rex, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Mentioned 501st Legion (Star Wars), Mentioned Ahsoka Tano, Mentioned CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Mentioned CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Supportive CT-7567 | Rex, injured reader, Makeup, Romantic Fluff, CT-7567 | Rex & Reader - Freeform, Reader-Insert, No use of y/n, rex is adorable, Rex is a good boyfriend, Reader Needs a Hug, No Beta We Die Like Clones
Summary:
After an accident leaves you unable to perform simple daily tasks, Rex does your makeup to help you feel more like yourself.
soft thots...? okay, recently I've been thinking about rebels!rex
because I think he's no less sharp, no less selfless, no less stunning between your legs but yet... different. not exactly slower, but something.
I've been thinking about evenings and early mornings when the sky is hazy and maybe you don't want to but the weariness of the world on your shoulders is just a little more present than maybe it "should be".
I've been thinking about slow, deep, all-consuming kisses that feel like safety. they feel like your feet solidly on the ground after excruciating moments wasted free falling. and his hands, gripping the flesh of your side, and then thighs, like his fingers alone are keeping you from floating away.
I've been thinking about feebly trying to push his head away and his kisses become beautifully hungry, and tou can feel the scrape of his scruff against the tender meat of your legs. withering that you want to but you can't, you don't have the energy for sex that involves balance.
his rough voice chiding you gently. he's... determined but he's never really been truly greedy and much less now, after all this time. you need not return a single thing, and he'd be inclined to thank you, because it's selfish, taking care of you. feeling you first relax, and then tense in all the right ways, feeling you transfer a little of that weight onto his shoulders.
(ps I hope your day improves in soft, lovely ways, and returns the goodness you share from your heart 💕)
Just having a little cry, it's all good haha. This is just beyond. Ohhhh god, Rex. I think he's always going to be my favourite, he just affects me differently, like I cannot explain it. Especially rebels!Rex. This thot made me sigh out loud; it's so gentle and beautiful, and my heart is aching at the depth of care I could feel from him. Lovely friend, this is truly an immaculate thot and I can already tell I'm going to dream about this tonight.
(And my day did improve, because I received this, and so many other kind, generous, stunningly-written little gifts from lovely people like you 💕) x
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