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Last updated April 13th 2025

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About Me and Request Guidelines

So far: Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter (retired), The World of Mister Plant, and Hero/Villain stuff

Requests: OPEN!! :D

Please don't scrape, repost, or claim as your own (reblogs are awesome, though!)

Angst - 😢

Fluff - ☁️

Violence/injuries - 🔪

TWOMP

Argos the Crossing Guard (and some art)

Warnings: Implied murder

Argos x Mr. Plant (no reader)

Hero/Villain

Newbie - 😢🔪

Warnings: poison, imprisonment, burns

Hero and Supervillain (no reader)

Star Wars: TCW & TBB

Young General - 😢 🔪 ☁️

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of death, unhealthy sleep

Cody, Obi Wan, and Rex x gn!reader (all platonic)

The Young General's Final Battle -🔪😢

Warnings: major character death, blood, crush injuries

Gn!reader x Obi Wan and Cody (platonic)

Medic -😢 🔪

Warnings: Injuries, General Krell, angst

Rex x reader, gn!reader

The Cyborg's Apprentice, one point five, Part 2 🔪😢

Warnings: self harm, injuries, in-world slur (for droids)

Sith!reader x Obiwan, Ahsoka, Kix, Grievous (NON romantic for all of them) gn!reader

Blood and Marrow 🔪😢

Warnings: Needles, improper conditions for prisoners, bone marrow stealing, surgery without anesthetic, torture essentially, kidnapping, in-world curse word, parental death, iv’s

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Rex x reader, Kix x reader (both platonic)

To Be Held 🔪😢

Warnings: Angst, blood, and wounds

Gn!reader, Tech x reader

Marvel

The Winged One 🔪 (injuries) Part 2 😢🔪Part 3

Warnings: a fall from a great height, descriptions of fever, sickness, and infection

Bucky x teen!reader (platonic ofc), gn!reader

A Vigilante's Guide to Saving Spiders🔪😢

Warnings: Injuries, electricity, cursing

Peter x teen!reader (not romantic (yet?)), gn!reader

Runaway -😢

Warnings: Creepy fans, Steve and Tony being jerks, running away

Avengers x reader (platonic), Daisy Johnson x reader (platonic), gn!reader

White Fang - ☁️ & a little 😢

Warnings: Food scarcity, severely underweight reader

Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), Peter Parker x reader, gn!reader

The Healer: Series Masterlist, Part 1,(🔪😢)

Warnings: Injuries, trauma, bad sleep schedules, and bad eating habits, medical stuff

Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), gn!reader

Pre-Dog Tags, 😢☁️🔪 Dog Tags 😢('Dead' dad) 🔪

Warnings: Reader beats up some people, mentions of a dead parent.

Steve x child!reader, Nat x child!reader (platonic ofc), gn!reader

Just a Little Stab Wound🔪&☁️

Warnings: Stab wound.

Peter Parker x gn!reader (Aunt May also shows up)

Lightning🔪😢&☁️

Warnings: Violence, abusive relationship (massive power imbalance), murder, killing (family members, prisoners, strangers, and children), Hydra (and thus Nazis), cursing, brainwashing, torture, electrocution, Stockholm syndrome, pet name (my miracle), and cursing.

Teen!reader, gn!reader, Agent Hill, Steve, Winter Soldier

Harry Potter

A Strange Pair 🔪😢&☁️, Part 2 ☁️

Warnings: Description of reader (hair), abusive & unsupportive parents, food insecurity, loneliness, nightmares

Fred Weasley x reader, gn!reader

The Herbologist and the Forest Spirit ☁️& a lil 😢

Warnings: Cuddles, fem reader, mentions of Cedric's death.

Neville Longbottom x Half-forest-spirit reader, gn!reader

Have a lovely day!

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Captain Rex/Rebel!Reader

Takes place after "Battle Scars." Established relationship with Rebel!Reader.

1084 words

Some soft comfort between you and the Captain at the rendezvous point after he helped the Bad Batch get their chips removed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You muffled his light chuckle with another sweet kiss.

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

A future together.

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"he gripped Kixs shoulders.

“Keep her alive.”

“Yes sir.”"

I dunno why this stuck out to me, but it gave me emotions.

Into Your Arms (Part.2)

Captain Rex x Jedi!reader

Summary: after seeing you injured on the battlefield, Rex realizes how much you mean to him and does everything he can to keep you alive.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, death, violence. Rex gets really fucking scared.

A/N: sorry for the delay babes! Here’s part 2 and please tell me what you thought!

“I told you not to remove that damn thing!”

“We couldn’t move her with that piece in her! The medical frigate is still two minutes out and she wouldn’t have fit otherwise-“ Kia spoke quickly, clearly out of breath as he dug violently through his med bag looking for what he needed. “Plus the bacta patch wouldn’t have done any good if that thing was still in her—- apply more pressure!”

“I’m trying!” Despite trying to keep his emotions locked down, Rexs voice cracked ever so slightly as he spoke.

It felt like nothing was helping. You were slipping through his fingers fast.

In the brilliance of the raging grass fires around him the blood left your artery in violent jets of red. The heart that could keep you in a full sprint for twenty miles was most efficient at emptying your body of fluid. Your own hand lay limp by your side, your skin no longer its usual color but grey, fingers sticky with congealing blood. You had slipped out of the conscious world seconds before Kix arrived, and with each passing moment Rex knew they were losing you further.

“Alright, pull your hands back.” The clone medic rushed, the device in his hand buzzing violently as he turned it on.

“Kix-“

“Cap, I know what I’m doing, now move your hands and hold her shoulders down.”

With his new orders, Rex follows his medics command, watching in a silent terror as Kix quickly cut away the fabric of your robes, exposing the gaping wound beneath them.

The second the laxer cauterizor made contact with your flesh your unconscious body jolted violently beneath the captains hands, a blood curdling scream leaving your lips as you did. Both actions caused Rex to fall back slightly before rushing back to push you down once more.

“Hold her still!”

“I’m trying!”

Your body continued to fight back against the pain as Kix did what he could to stitch you back together enough for transport.

And with each moment Rex grew more terrified.

His commander, his friend, his—

You were slipping from his grasp before he could say or do anything.

“Medical frigate incoming!”

Both clones momentarily took their eyes away from your body, watching as a short but speedy ship moved swiftly across the battlefield—

And then things began moving fast.

Handfuls of other medical officers and droids swarmed around you and within moments you were on a gurney and being pushed onto the frigate.

And then Rex was following, Kix close on his heels as they boarded after you. He knew that the action would cause an uproar, he wasn’t supposed to leave the field unless ordered. . . But in truth it was the last thing on his mind.

The second the frigate had returned to the Resolute you were once more rushed off, and Rex stuck with you for as long as he could- pestering the medics along the way as he asked about your condition.

“Is she going to be ok?”

“It uncertain captain-“

“What’s going to happen to her?”

“Not sure-“

“At least tell me—“

“Captain!. . .”

“Please make sure she’s-“

“Kriff Rex, stop!” A steady hand clamped down on Rexs shoulder, pulling him to a stop as you were wheeled further down the hallway and beyond his reach, for a moment Rex pushed against the hold, but stopped when he heard Kix lower his voice. “Rex, you need to calm down.”

Calm down? Calm down?! How could Rex calm down? You had a gaping hole in your abdomen and not a single medic had given him a clear answer as to what they were going to do about it.

“Where are they taking her?” The clown captain swallowed, looking back down the hallway in which you had disappeared with your army of medics.

“Surgery. They’ll do a better job at stitching her up that what I did back int he field.” Kix spoke calmly, observing his captain with a slightly curious gaze as he did. “You’ve seen hundreds of people get hurt and go through this, but I’ve never seen you. . . Like this.”

Eyes still trained on the empty hallway, the muscle in Rexs jaw pulsed, “like what?”

“Scared.”

Rex was silent for a moment. “One of our commanders is on the brink of death, someone we all look up to and trust and admire. Forgive me trooper if I’m a bit on edge.”

In truth Rex couldn’t admit out loud that he was scared. He’d lost people before. . . Kriff it was daily. But with each loss he held his head up high and kept moving. . . He couldn’t let his men see that he had finally been brought to his knees, and now felt true fear.

Whatever silence lay between the captain and the medic was broken when his comm beeped and a second later the holographic image of General Skywalker was hovering above his wrist, the Jedi dodging a blaster bolt as he spoke to his captain.

“Rex! Where are you?! Someone reported to me that you left the field!”

“Forgive me General I-“

“Tell me later, I need you down here now!”

Swallowing thickly, Rex brought his eyes once more to the vacant hallway. Kriff, the last thing he wanted was to go back down there.

“Yes Sir, I’m on my way.”

“Good-“ and with that the comm cut out and drowned the hallway in silence once more.

It took a moment but eventually Rex inhaled deeply, straightening his posture as he returned his helmet to his head. Before he could rush down the hallway though he was spooning to look at his medic, his hands still sticky with your blood as he gripped Kixs shoulders.

“Keep her alive.”

“Yes sir.”

And with that the Captain nodded and took off in a sprint back towards the hangar, his heart in the cradles of his boots as he did.

———————-

The fighting didn’t stop until morning and By the time the separatist forces were falling back the first rays of the cresting sun were beginning to crawl over the horizon, lighting up the mangled landscape as they did.

The fires had died out, leaving large scars across the land as they still smoldered. Everything was covered in a fine layer of ash, including Rex as he stepped tiredly onto the last departing gunship besides General Skywalker and Commander Tano, his bucket tucked weakly under his arm as he did.

Everything in the captain wanted to sink down to the floor but Rex held firm, though a tremor had started in his right hand and had yet to stop. Wether it was from exhaustion or fear he didn’t know.

Maybe both.

His body was on the brink of collapse and the need for sleep weighed heavy on his shoulders- but the fear he felt think about you kept him awake.

He had no clue what awaited them on the Resolute. Either you were alive or you-

“Rex? You ok buddy?” Anakins voice broke the silence in the gunship, the General looking at his captain with a concerned expression.

“Of course he’s not. None of us are. While we’ve been down there our friends been teetering on the brink of death.” Ahsoka was quick to speak, her concern for Rex clear on her features.

For both the Jedi Rex seemed anything but himself. His eyes focused on the ashy floor of the gunship, his free hand gripping the hand hold tightly. His gloves were still gone, skin still stained with your dried blood.

In an attempt to bring some comfort to the captain, Ahsoka placed a careful and reassuring hand or Rex’s shoulder, but the clone made no move to acknowledge it- nor did he notice the gunship landing in the medbay and the door sliding open.

It was like he was caught in his own mind, like a fly stuck in a web. With everything thought it only brought him back to the battlefield and the feeling of your body weakening underneath his palms.

This was his fault. If he had just paid more attention- if he had just seen those tanks coming he couldn’t have gotten out of the way. You should have never had the need to save him. He was a good soldier. He was better than this.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

His duty was to protect the Republic and his Jedi. . . And it would seem he had done a poor job at the latter part.

“Hey, c’mon. The med-bay said they need us.” Anakins voice was reassuring as he slowly pulled Rex from his stupor, silently ushering off his padawan to parts unknown.

“Forgive me General, I-“ straightening his posture, Rex raised his head, doing whatever he could to look and act like the captain he was supposed to be. “I am not my full self.”

“Hey, no problem. We’ve been through a lot and we are all tired. No need for apologize Rex.”

As the two slowly stepped from the gunship and into the hangar, the Jedi watched his clone captain carefully. He could practically feel the worry coming off of Rex in waves. Maybe it was his connection to the force, or his connection to the clone in general but he knew how much Rex cared for you, how much you meant to him.

The journey to the medical wing was a silent one and as they rode the lift up several floors, Anakin couldn’t help but cast his friend a worried glance.

Rexs bloodied hands were twisted tightly together in front of him, the captain of the 501st wringing his hands as the tiny numbers counted up to the medical wing floor.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Rex. We have some of the best medical droids and medics here that the Republic can offer, she’s probably waiting for us right—“

Anakins words fell silent as the lift door slid open, the blinding white lights and the sterile odor of the medical wing slamming into them both as they did.

If Rexs heart was already in his stomach, now it was in the soles of his boots.

Waiting for them with a grim expression on his features was Kix, his gloved hands folded neatly behind his back as he greeted both his captain and general.

Feeling the tremor in his hands worsen, Rex squeezed his fists tightly, nails digging into skin to create little crescents. All he could hear was his own heartbeat drumming in his ears and the fast rapid breaths that had begun to make him lightheaded and dizzy.

Force this was it. This was when it was confirmed he failed and that you were-

“She’s alive.”

And just like that it felt as if a massive boulder had been lifted off of him. A deep sigh left Rexs lungs as he felt the muscles in his body relax ever so slightly.

Turning slightly, the clone medic beckoned for them to follow with a nod of his head and it took everything in Rex to not sprint down the hallway.

“And she’s stable, at least right now. He injuries were far more extensive that we thought. Apart from the injury to her abdomen she also has a rather nasty concussion, a small brain bleed, several broken bones and a sprained wrist. She’s lucky to be alive.”

Rexs silence was finally broken a moment later, the blonde clone struggling to get his words out as they walked. “Is she awake?”

Whatever tiny bit of relief Rex had was snuffed out when Kix stopped them before a set of doors, the medic giving both him and Anakin a worried look.

This time it was Anakin who spoke. “Kix?”

Instead of wording his answer, the medic punched in the code for one of the medical rooms, and as it slid open the strong smell of bacta came with it, it’s strong medicinal scent making Rex wrinkle his nose slightly.

The room was mostly vacant apart from a few medical droids, and the lights had been turned down to their lowest setting, allowing for the blue of hyperspace to bring a sort of glow to the room.

But it was none of those things that made Rexs blood run cold. No, that was reserved to the large bacta tank on the far side of the room and what was within it.

Rexs feet were moving before his brain was and before he knew it he had crossed the dimly lit med-bay, the hazy bluish green light of the bacta tank reflecting ever so slightly off the polished floors.

He knew it was you, there was no doubt about that. . . But it was all wrong.

You had been stripped down to nothing but your black under tank and shorts, heavy bandages snaking around your abdomen. Though suspended in the medicinal waters your body had ever so slight curled in on itself, reminding Rex of how the clone fetuses looked in their tubes back on Kamino. Your normally bright eyes were closed and an oxygen mask had been strapped to your mouth and nose, along with a countless amount of tubes and other wires that had been connected to numerous parts of you.

It was you. . . But it wasn’t.

The you he knew was bright and full of life and energy. The commander he knew cracked jokes and smiled despite the war torn galaxy they lived in.

You brought light and a sense of ease to all those who encountered you.

So no, this wasn’t you. Not the one he knew. Not the one he needed.

“Is she going to be alright?”

“It’s uncertain. She crashed a couple times on us but we were finally able to get her stable. She’s gonna need several rotations in the tank before we can take her out a get her healing in her own.” Kix explained, passing by Rex as he began working on one of the control panels for the tank, no doubt checking your vitals.

Somewhere behind him, Anakin pulled Kix to the side, the two talking in hushed tones as Rex stayed fixated on you.

The tremor in his hand only stopped when he planted it to the cool glass, the dried blood on his fingers having turned an ugly rust brown.

“You are not allowed to die, do you hear me? That’s an order.”

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