#hes a little victorian orphan 💔

[theautisticfroglord]

julius tries a sour patch kid and dies

[zinzinina]

We all know about order 66 at this point but I’ve just reached the end of tcw (it’s taken me a while to get through all 7 seasons) and I am very much not ok 😭😭😭

Idk if you’re currently taking requests (if not pls ignore) but if you are… *rattling empty bowl like a pitiful victorian orphan* can u spare a Drabble where the clones actually live happily ever after?

Ohhh hi lovely anon! There is absolutely no way to prepare for the amount of pain at the end of TCW 💔 I hope you had plenty of tissues handy.

And I'm not really taking requests at the moment, but I thought this was such a sweet idea and you just so happened to catch me in the mood for something like this, so I hope you enjoy this very teeny tiny slice of post-war life! x

Approx. 500 words, mentions of Codywan, mentions of food.

Rex is trying very hard not to say anything.

He’s trying so hard, in fact, he’s missed most of the conversation, and tunes back in mid-sentence.

“…and then I said, if they want an interview, it’ll cost extra. My schedule’s packed; I’m making another address in Monument Square with Senator Organa, a very important one, for the anniversary of the clone emancipation act, and then I’ve got a nightclub opening to go to, and then…”

Echo is bending to pull another ardees from the chiller. Rex can’t see his face, but he can see his shoulders shaking with barely-suppressed laughter as Fives continues talking, totally oblivious. Jesse, on the other hand, looks thoroughly unimpressed, arms folded atop the table.

“…and it’s hard, y’know, when everyone wants a piece of you. Which is what I told her, when I said it wouldn’t work out.”

Echo adopts a tone of faux-innocence, sliding a fresh bottle across the table. “Huh. That’s funny. Tup said he heard from Waxer, who was talking to Kix, who heard from Thorn that she broke it off with you.”

Fives huffs. “Well Thorn’s full of shit. It was mutual.”

“So not everyone wants a piece of you, then,” Jesse says drily.

Rex is thinking mournfully of the side of namba in the chiller. He’d been planning to roast it tonight with herbs and wine. He was going to put on some music while he cooked. He likes cooking with music; something he’s learned about himself since retiring from active service. It was going to be a nice, quiet evening. Relaxing.

And then Fives had shown up, completely unannounced, with a bag over his shoulder, asking to crash on his sofa, telling him he’d already called the boys to come by, and that he’d meant to bring a little thank-you gift for Rex for letting him stay but it had just slipped his mind, and is that a new rug? Very nice, and...

Fives sounds airily indignant. “Not everyone can handle the level of public adoration I have to deal with. When it’s the whole galaxy—“

“Yeah right, you saved the whole galaxy,” Echo says, rolling his eyes. “And I’m the king of Hosnian Prime.”

Still breathing calmly, Rex smooths his hands up over his hair; no longer quite so severely short, beginning to flick into tight curls at the grown-out-bleached ends. He is absolutely calm.

Fives takes a sip of his ardees, then puts the bottle back down on the table. Right beside the coaster.

Rex takes in one last slow, deep breath, mentally counts to five, and then barks his next words more sharply than any order he’s ever delivered on or off the battlefield.

“Fives. You’re not staying here. Cody has a spare room; go bother him. And get your feet off my table, or Maker help me—”

Fives blanches, his mouth dropping open in horror. “Not Cody! Rex, vod, I can’t—you can’t! Do you know how loud they are? Kenobi leaves the door open when he’s in the ‘fresher! They have drawings of each other! Not just in the bedroom, but in the hallway—“

Echo and Jesse’s snorts drown out the rest of Fives’ protests.