#rex fic

[freesia-writes]

Waking Up With Rex

I've been seeing a lot of you sharing the struggles you're facing in life these days, and had the random idea of what it would be like to wake up with Rex and allow him to provide some encouragement. :)

SFW, established relationship. Word Count: 808

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You stare at the ceiling. Your alarm hasn't gone off yet, but you're awake, allowing all the thoughts of the tasks that await to swirl around your brain and give you a cynical attitude toward the day ahead. It's been one thing after another lately, and just when you think things will lighten up, something else throws a wrench in it all. As you become more awake, you suddenly realize that Rex isn't in bed anymore. Eyebrows furrowing, you push some pillows up behind you and prop yourself up, wondering what got him out of bed even earlier.

The answer becomes readily apparent as the door swings open and he stands in the doorway, holding a tray in his hands with a small half-smile on his sleepy face. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of such a contrast -- a brave, courageous, battle-hardened leader entering your bedroom with such an air of domesticity. He didn't bother to get dressed, and as he shuffles over in just his sleep shorts, you count it an extra bonus. He gently sets the tray down on the nightstand, and as he lowers it, you see a lovingly prepared assortment of morning delights -- caf, biscuits, some fresh fruit, and a single flower that he found in the bushes that grow outside the front door.

"What's all this?" you ask sleepily, finding the troubles of the day subsiding in the face of such a sweet act.

"You've been dealing with a lot lately. I just wanted to do something nice," his smooth voice purrs. He places the hot mug into your hands and slowly walks around to his side of the bed, lifting the covers to climb in next to you, careful not to jostle the steaming cup. As he draws near, you feel the heat radiating off of him and catch a light whiff of his scent, a little musky in the morning. After a few sips, you set the mug down, turning to nestle into his chest, relishing the feeling of his outstretched arm around your shoulders.

"I'm tired of it all," you confess, breath gently tickling his collarbone. "I'm trying not to complain, but it's just thing after thing..."

His far hand crosses his body to gently caress your cheek, lifting your face to his when it reaches your chin. He places the most impossibly tender kiss on your lips, thumb brushing the side of your jaw. When he pulls back, his golden eyes seek yours out, looking intently.

"Sometimes life piles on," he rumbled, moving his hand to brush your hair from your face and lovingly stroke the back of your head. "You're doing exactly what you're supposed to -- one step at a time."

"I know," you sigh, closing your eyes and basking in his touch as though it could chase away all the troubles that await outside the bedroom door.

"And hey," he says, more insistently now, causing you to open your eyes, "It's not all bad." You open your mouth to respond, but he places a finger over it and continues, "For example, you are the most beautiful creature in the galaxy, as far as I'm concerned... if that counts for anything."

"It does," you affirm, a smile weaving its way across your lips now.

"You're strong..." Rex murmurs, hand stroking the outside of your arm. "You're intelligent... witty... resilient..." he continues, hand continuing his gentle caress.

"Stop," you deflect, feeling sheepishly overwhelmed at his lavished praise and affection. You don't know how you have this man wrapped around your finger, but you are eternally grateful for that, especially in the midst of everything else.

"Alright," he smirks, "If words won't get through to you, maybe I can show you..." Your heart skips a beat at his gravelly tone, though you're not really in that frame of mind. Fortunately, he knows you well enough to have anticipated that. "I'll tell you what... You tackle today, give it all you've got, and I can provide a little stress relief later tonight."

You run a hand over his chest, savoring the curve of his pecs, the texture of the fuzz in the middle, the various ridges and pockmarks of scars, allowing yourself to soak up the joy of his love, which he seeks to convey in as many ways as possible -- verbal, physical, acts of service... He's got his own troubles, and yet his selfless care of you is a grounding and encouraging reality in the face of everything else going on. With one last loving gaze into those honey brown eyes, you kiss him deeply, trying to put all your appreciation into it.

He hums quietly as you pull away, cupping your cheek for one last comment, delivered with a suggestively arched eyebrow, "But if you need a little help in the shower before you go..."

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

i was going to ask you to do something, anything, with the bad batch but you HATE them, smh :/

anyways possessive rex???

think of all of those commander wolffe fics you've been reading and deliver me, my love rex <333

THE WAY I JUST GOT THROW UNDER THE BUS NOT JUST ONCE BUT TWICE BY MY BSF IN FRONT OF LIKE IDK HOW MANY PPL?? Rude asf 😪

Also I don’t hate the bad batch, I just think they’re a little ugly ;)

Hᴏɴᴇʏ

➜ Pairing: Captain Rex x reader

➜ Synopsis: It was beyond Rex why he was letting this poisonous feeling that had dripped over his body and leaked into his soul affect him so deeply. You weren't even dating for Maker's sake, but the lie that you two had webbed so intricately to lure others into its falsity had ensnared him within its grasp and there was no escaping, no lie or justification adequate enough to hide the extent of his feelings that had sprung him into action at the sight of you with one of his brothers.

➜ Warnings: Fake dating, possessive!rex, alcohol, not properly proofread

➜ Word Count: 1.2k

➜ Notes: I feel iffy abt this one tbh. I also hate the header so I’m probably going to re do it

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Are you two together?”  

You couldn’t count on both hands how many times that question had been directed towards you and Rex. Generals, soldiers, and even strangers, had asked you both that question numerous times. The answer was always, ‘no we’re not’ and an uncomfortable laugh from either of you. No one ever believed you though and on that night something in you finally snapped and instead of your usual denial leaving your lips your response was,  

“Yes, we are,” and shooting the captain such a sickeningly sweet smile that honey might as well have been coating your lips and dripping from your teeth. The waitress had clapped her hands against her notepad and complimented how cute of a ‘couple’ you two were while Rex choked on his water from across the table. He had shot you a confused look that you ignored until she had left, before presenting your little last-minute idea to him.  

“Everyone always thinks were together,” you had explained, “why not give them what they want. I mean what feels like half the base asks us if we’re together yet almost every week, it would be nice to finally get a break.” Rex hesitantly agreed, but only after you had mentioned that since he claimed he had no way to pay you back for treating him to dinner so often – even after the numerous times you had told him it was alright – that this could be the way he paid you back instead. 

Just like that, with one honey sweet smile, the two of you decided that you would be a couple in public and friends in private. 

Like anything new though, the kisses, pet names, and acts of fake romantic affection had been uncomfortable at first. You both had pushed through it and now they felt almost natural. The two of you fell into a new pattern of life, one that didn’t consist of people pestering you about your relationship with Rex at every turn you took on the base and nothing had really changed between the two of you behind closed doors. 

 That was if you didn’t count the small touches of affection that had originally started for a more convincing act, but had slowly become a normal part of your friendship now, or the way Rex found himself thinking about you a lot more then he had used to, or the way you’d catch yourself looking at him a little – a lot – bit longer than necessary. None of that mattered though, because the neither of you were planning on acknowledging those things. No, definitely not, you both quite liked the way life was going for the both of you and it would do neither of you any good to acknowledge your feelings.  

After all your relationship was fake, something to get everyone off your backs about being a couple all the time, it was just fun and jokes, nothing more.  

That’s what Rex repeated in his head, trying to reason with himself as he watched one of his brothers order you a drink from across 79’s. His jaw was clenched tightly and his knuckles were turning white under his gloved hand at how tightly he was grabbing his own empty cup. 

The two of you had decided to go to 79’s for your ‘anniversary’, and he was quickly realizing that it hadn't been the best idea, as he watched the countless number of male eyes on you whilst his judgment was being thoroughly affected by alcohol, the scene was bringing up all the feeling he had buried so deep within himself, with a tinge of possessiveness coming with them.  

You had met Rex there when you had used to work at the cantina, so you both figured that it was only fitting to go for your fake one-year anniversary. It wasn’t the most ideal idea of an anniversary date, but the two of you weren’t exactly the idea of an ideal couple either.  

Rex repeated it to himself again, unable to tear his eyes away as the other man reached out to touch your arm.   

Your relationship was fake, you weren't actually dating, he should turn back around and get back to the conversation he was having with his men instead of unreasonably fuming over who you were letting close to you. You could do whatever you wanted, with whoever you wanted.  

Bullshit, all those things meant nothing to him as he watched the trooper take a step towards you, getting too close to for his liking, and leaning down. You were his. No one got to touch you like that but him. No one got to look at you like that or even think about you like that but him. No one.  

All sense of ration went out the window as the feeling of possessiveness took hold of him. He growled out a ‘excuse me’ to his men and slamming the empty liqueur cup on the nearest table that was thankfully empty, and stalking towards you.  

Rex didn’t waste a second once he got to you, wordlessly wrapping one arm around your waist, using his other hand to turn your face towards him. You opened your mouth to greet him, grateful for his timing, but you didn’t have the chance as his lips locked on yours, and he kissed you heatedly. You let out a surprised yelp, but eagerly kissed him back after a moment.  

You had shared many kisses with Rex over the last year, but none like this one. This kiss held a hunger and passion that you had never experienced from Rex. This kiss made your heart flutter as your eyes slid shut and your stomach do flips excitedly. This kiss felt genuine, in a way none of the other kisses had ever felt, that scared you a bit. Most of all though, this kiss felt like a claim and it made you melt, kissing him back and leaning into him. 

Finally, Rex pulled away, leaving you breathless as you looked up at him with half lidded eyes, the trooper long gone by now. You took your time looking up from his lips to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally locked onto his, he was already looking at you with the same hunger you he had kissed you with. Hunger for you, and the realization made your body feel hot under him, desire blooming in the pit of your stomach as you blushed.  

“We should go somewhere more private, don’t you think,” Rex whispered, and it sounded more like a statement then a question. Your eyes widened and you just nodded, letting him guide you out of the cantina and back to your place, dropping short kisses to your lips, and allowing you time to collect yourself, you were still trying to completely process what had just happened inside the clone bar.  

Rex kept you close to him the whole way there, his arm around your waist tucking you into him to shield you from the prying eyes of other men. Only he got see you. And the feeling of possessiveness hadn't left him as he locked the door to your apartment behind the both of you and pressed you against it so he could kiss you properly. He was going to rid every trace of himself that that man had left on your body. 

 And as your lips pressed against his, that same honey that had seemed to coat your lips a year now coated his and bound the two of you together with a sweet kiss.  

[zoeykallus]

Rex – In Love And War 15 – Healing And Foolish Ideas

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Slightly Suggestive/Slightly Humorous

Rex x Fem!Reader FF

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You get to observe the amusing mix that is Rex, Wolffe and Gregor. The always grumpy Wolffe, the always amused Gregor and your beloved Rex combined are an interesting little group to travel and work with. Aside from healing your rips, you can't do much right now though and you are not very patient.

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What Happened Before

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

Part 6 - Unspoken Things

Part 7 - Lies And Other Things About Love

Part 8 - Guilt And Forgiveness

Part 9 – Love At First Sight

Part 10 – Mine At Last

Part 11 - Unpleasant Surprises

Part 12 - Moving On

Part 13 - Hunted

Part 14 - On The Run

15 – Healing And Foolish Ideas

The baccta that Rex, Gregor and Wolffe got was not just for your benefit. On the mission when they got the baccta, Gregor took two grazes, but he just chuckled at your shocked concern. "Don't worry, it's half bad and was worth the result. You'll be completely healed very soon," he said lightly as you lay in your baccta bath and Wolffe tended to his wounds. You shook your head with a sigh. "You're crazy, all of you. But I'm very grateful." "Of course we're crazy," Gregor said as a matter of course with an innocent smile. Rex who entered the room with raised eyebrows said dryly, " Please only speak for yourself" Gregor chuckled and said, "You're the worst of the lot." Rex rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement. His path led him directly to the baccta tub, where you lay dressed in special medical underwear. He smiled at you and gently stroked your cheek with a finger. "So, how are you doing? Can you feel the healing process yet?" You frowned and showed him a brave smile. "Well, if you mean that unbearable tingling and pulling in my ribs and pleura, then yes, I can feel the process very clearly." Rex assured you, "It will pass, tonight it won't bother you anymore". You sighed, "Okay, I'll take your word for it" Rex kissed your forehead and then turned and said, "Gregor went all out, we were about to give up and pull out, but he insisted we get the Baccta for you" "So that's how he got hurt," you said worriedly.

Gregor said from the background, "Don't worry, Rex is exaggerating. It wasn't half as dangerous as he acts, it's just a scratch." Wolffe grumbled, "It's a bit more than a crater, but it will heal quickly. Still, you are an idiot, brother, you could have been killed" "But I'm still alive," Gregor chuckled, unimpressed. Wolffe shook his head with a sigh and rolled his eyes. Rex grinned at you. "Thanks, guys," you said gratefully and also touched. "Any time," Wolffe and Gregor said in unison.

Rex was right, after a few hours, the tingling in your ribs subsided and you felt much better, could move better. "When can I get out of here?" you asked Wolffe, who examined you carefully. Rex and Gregor were busy in the engine room. "About two more hours, then you should be as good as new. You should still take it easy for the next two or three days." You smiled and asked, "Why do I get the feeling you're much more careful with me than you are with any other patient?" Wolffe raised his eyebrows in amusement. "I'm not really a medic, and the few situations in which I've been forced to act as one, I've always had one of my brothers in front of me, seasoned soldiers. You seem much more fragile in comparison to me." "Fragile," you repeated the word with a wry smile. Wolffe shrugged his shoulders, "you know what I mean" "I think so" Suddenly a jolt went through the shuttle, some of the baccta sloshed out of the tub and onto Wolffe's feet. He grumbled a curse and said, "You stay put, I'm going to see what these idiots are up to" "But..." Wolffe's gaze was so sharp that you instantly fell silent. "You stay right there," he growled. "Okay..." you said meekly and watched him leave the room. You lay there in your tub, restless, impatient. Another jolt went through the ship, and again some baccta sloshed out of the tub onto the floor. Your eyes were fixed on the entrance to the infirmary, impatiently waiting for one of the guys to come back. "Guys?"

Another jolt that shook the shuttle made your patience snap, you had to know what was going on. Cautiously and awkwardly, you climbed out of the tub. You almost slipped on the wet floor, but caught yourself just in time. Your ribs hurt nowhere near as much, but there was still a slight tug. You reached for a bathrobe and slipped it on. Carefully, you made your way barefoot in your robe, still wet from the baccta, to the engine room. Before you reached it, you heard the voices of the men. Wolffe sounded annoyed as he almost always did, Rex stoic and matter-of-fact, and Gregor completely nonchalant as usual. When you reached the entrance to the engine room, you saw the men standing around one of the engines, the hyperspace drive, if you were not mistaken. "Do we have a problem?" All three heads wheeled around to face you. All three were complaining about you getting out of the tub at the same time, you couldn't fully understand any of their sentences because they were all talking over each other, so you waited until they noticed. Rex glanced at his brothers in turn, annoyed, whereupon the two fell silent. Finally, he approached, his gaze stern, his brow furrowed critically. "Barefoot and wet? Are you serious?" he grumbled, "Aside from the fact that you could slip and seriously hurt yourself, do you want to get sick?" "Of course not, but that shaking made me nervous, I wanted to check if everything was alright."

Rex sighed and led you back to the infirmary, helped you back into the tub and finally said, "The hyperdrive just had a little hiccup. The fuel we bought on the black market is contaminated, or rather stretched, the engine doesn't like that, but it's not so bad. We'll change it at the next opportunity" "I see," you said softly. He kissed your forehead again and said, "I have to get back to the engine room now, sweetie. I'm counting on you to be good and stay in your bath." You said pouting, "Tonight I want to sleep in a bunk with you". Rex smirked. "That should be doable. In about an hour and a half you'll be allowed out of the tub, then you can freshen up, and later we'll cuddle up in a bunk" You looked at him searchingly. "Promise?" "Promise."

Rex looked at you in surprise to see you already in the bunk when he finally finished in the engine room. "So you got out of the tub alone?" You said reprovingly, "I waited the time as planned, but none of you came, so I got out myself, I didn't want to wait any longer. I'm feeling much better already." Rex smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry beautiful, we were quite stressed in the engine room" "That's alright, go take a shower now, I need you here" you said with a grin. Rex raised his eyebrows, amused as well as reproving. He glanced briefly over his shoulder to make sure his brothers were out of earshot. "Honey, we can't get up close and personal yet." You let yourself fall back into the sheets with a heavy sigh and immediately felt why, it wasn't a real pain but an uncomfortable throbbing that spread through your ribs at that movement. Pouting, you said, "But I'm so hungry for you". Rex smirked, leaning over you briefly to kiss you, and you immediately intertwined your hands in his neck, keeping him with you. "Believe me, I'm hornier than I ever want to admit, but we have to be reasonable" he said, clearing his throat. You said, wrinkling your nose, "Being reasonable is stupid". Rex laughed softly, kissing you again, and the warmth of your lips sent heat shooting to his loins. He had to force himself to pull back, pull your hands from his neck and straighten up. "Maybe we should sleep separately tonight after all," he said thoughtfully. You widened your eyes and said, protesting, "No! No way!" Rex scratched the back of his head and laughed softly, "That you want me so much pleases me more than I can say, but I don't think we can keep our hands off each other when we're in the same bed." You put on your most innocent look and said, "I promise I'll just cuddle." Rex smirked and said amused, "You're lying. And even if you weren't, who says I can hold back?" "But you promised!" You argued back and forth for a while longer, but Rex got his way, as he almost always did. You poutingly pulled the blanket up to your chin and watched him disappear in the direction of the refresher.

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[quorras]

See Her Out (That's Just Life) — Fictober 2023

Or, in which Quorra and Flynn try to survive.

Quorra & Kevin Flynn Mature | Chapter 1/7 (WIP) | 676 words Post-TRON: Evolution (SPOILERS) | Canon Compliant | Father-Daughter Relationship | Angst | Hopeful Ending | Grief/Mourning [ READ ON AO3 ]

Ch. 1: #2 — “Don't worry, I got you.”

It’s over, is all she thinks when she feels her knees give under her. Quorra hits the ground and she’s sure she’s out of power.

After what felt like cycles of aimlessly wandering away from the Recogniser wreck, the Outlands around her have long since turned into a blur of unfamiliar dark rock and storm clouds. It should not be alien to her— if anything, it should be a comfort to know it’s where she, all the ISOs, emerged from. 

It’s not. 

But Quorra wonders if it’s worth spending her last bit of power being existential at all. She can feel it ticking away, her circuits beginning to dim and pulse unevenly.

Still, she thinks, maybe it’s fitting that she gets a chance to derezz on the land she came from. (Something no one else she knew, not even Radia, not even Jalen, had the chance for.)

It’s with that grim thought pounding at her temple, Quorra lets her eyes fall shut. Her energy will run out, eventually. That’s the only certainty she knows.

Quorra can hear the distant rumble of an approaching storm. She can feel the tips of her fingers losing sense, though her palms dig into the grit under her as the ground shakes with the thunder. It’s almost… pleasant, she tries to tell herself, even as her awareness doesn’t like being weak, helpless, and waiting.

Then, her awareness catches on something. On someone.

Quorra can feel the User before he sees him, his energy still thrumming life into the environment around them. She slowly cracks an eye open.

Flynn is crouched on the ground in front of her, with a slight smile hidden by the dark cloak he’s wrapped himself in. He holds a hand out.

“Come with me,” Flynn says, like it’s the simplest thing. “Quorra.”

The User’s hand then barely brushes her shoulder, and it’s flooding back— energy, right from the source. It’s searing, Quorra jolts and coughs at the shock. 

“Ah, shit,” Flynn grips her shoulders more firmly as her circuits flare an unfiltered electric blue. 

Quorra doesn’t even hear it over the rush of the events of the past couple cycles. The Installation Ceremony, and have you seen Jalen?, and oh, Users, the virus… and Clu… Tron… Anon… Hyperawareness of every single one of her voxels makes her want to sob— and she probably already is, with the way Flynn hastily shifts to hold her closer.

She grasps at the User’s robe, and weeps unabashedly.

Flynn hesitates before feeling more sure in holding her back, shushing her gently. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He sounds unconvinced by his own words. 

Time passes, Quorra’s still unsure how much, spent silently crying until her head starts hurting all over again. Flynn holds her even when she feels her sobs subsiding, only moving away to wipe at her cheeks.

Quorra scowls, “I’m going to kill him.”

Flynn raises a brow. “Clu? Would you stoop to his level like that?”

And… Quorra doesn’t know how to respond to that. She must hesitate too long because Flynn’s expression grows gentle. Gentle in the way that hides great melancholy. He gets up slowly, hand braced at his back. Flynn extends his hand to Quorra, “Come on, let’s get out of here before they send someone to survey the wreck.”

Quorra takes his hand and rises. “I’ve got a place in the Outlands Clu doesn’t know I had built,” Flynn says, bracing Quorra with an arm, “We’ll be safe there.”

She throws a look over their shoulders to where Anon’s voxels have already started to get reabsorbed into the grid-bedrock below.

“Don’t worry,” Flynn says, already stepping forward, deeper into the uncharted land, “I’ve got you. We’ll be okay.”

It feels like betrayal, for Quorra to believe they’ll be okay when everyone else who’s ever mattered in her runtime is gone. Gone, and yet she’s still here.

But Flynn keeps walking, and Quorra’s feet step one at a time, forward and forward.

This, Quorra thinks, is survival. Even when it does not feel deserved.

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For Fictober Day #2 — “Don't worry, I got you.”

[99squad]

Closer

Rex x reader , blurb

Rex is in over his head

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Anakin points, not quite accusingly, at the pair of you. “So is yours and Obi-Wan’s whole plan just to seduce the entire galaxy into submission?”

You shrug innocently. “Hey, I work with what I’ve got, and that’s usually sleep deprivation and like five contingency plans. If you want to seduce the guards and lift their keycards next time you’re totally welcome to.”

Anakin is momentarily stumped, which you pride yourself in for approximately half a second before Obi-Wan pipes up as well.

“If you could refrain from making my top commanders a blushing mess as well in the process it would be much appreciated.”

“Not to worry, Kenobi. There’s only one I’m after anyways.” Your eyes are locked on Rex’s so intently that he chokes, then coughs in an attempt to cover it up.

If you were a betting person, you would wager anything his face was bright red under that helmet. A real shame he was still wearing it.

“Uh- me? I-“ he makes an aborted reach to run a hand through his hair, realizing his bucket is still on, and snapping too formally back to attention.

Your grin widens. “So shy all of a sudden?”

Kenobi sighs deeply, pinching his forehead as presumably another stress migraine comes on.

[clonesuperiority]

I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀

I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?

[thatforkedroad]

Sun-hearted

[ao3] Anakin Skywalker is not human. The people around him try not to think about it.

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Shmi had always known her son wasn’t like her. 

At first, she had assumed that the pregnancy had simply happened without her knowledge. Or that perhaps her mind had blocked out the event — a slave knew better than anyone how the brain killed the past to protect the present, to keep you surviving. 

But the more she tried to dig up the memory-that-wasn’t-there, the more she ran through scenarios, the more she realised that nothing that made sense. If it had been… any of her theories, she would have known, there would have been evidence, Watto wouldn’t have been so angry when he found out. Eventually, she realised she had to give up logic alltogether. Anakin’s father was not something knowable to her. He (it?) had been something else. Something impossible. 

A miracle.

The theory only grew more convincing as her pregnancy progressed. She began to sense things no human should have been able to. Objects falling before they’d even been knocked. Watto’s bad mood from two rooms away. Her baby’s strong soul, loudly proclaiming it would be a survivor. 

She held her new sixth sense dear for those nine months she had it — but not as dearly as she held her baby boy, to whom the sense really belonged. Her darling miracle baby boy, who always knew too much too soon, who read intentions as easily as he read schematics, and whose quick hands and quicker mind did the impossible on Boonta Eve. 

Slaves were supposed to cling to their miracles, so few and far between as they were. But a mother was supposed to do what was best for her son, and Anakin was her boy above all else. She let him go, hoping the Jedi would understand and care for his impossibility better than she ever could. 

(And as Shmi died, she did not need Anakin’s sixth sense to feel the anger running through his miracle veins. She did not need it to know what would happen next, either. 

She knew with all the certainty her slow-beating heart had that her son’s grief would raze the galaxy to ash.)

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Obi-Wan knew Anakin didn’t fit in with the other younglings and padawans.

He wanted to believe it was just because of the boy’s upbringing, that it was only because he’d grown up in a much crueler, realer world to the others. Or perhaps it was because Anakin was already a padawan or because of how annoyingly easily it was for him to call the Force. Maybe they just heard the Council had tried to reject him. There seemed to be a few hundred thousand reasons that the children of the Temple would consider him an outsider — but one stood out like a sore and mythical thumb. 

There was no Chosen One or such thing as a child born of the Force. There was certainly no chance that the other children (even the ones who tried to accept Anakin with open arms) could sense otherness in his blood. He was just like any other Jedi, if a little more reckless. 

As Anakin and the other padawans grew, they grew together. He became like well-sewn patch on an old shirt — the difference was there, yes, but only noticeable if you were really looking. It was better for everyone if Obi-Wan stopped looking for the gap, so he did. 

Anakin had never seemed to notice it, anyway. 

(And as he watched Anakin’s slaughter of the Temple, the hot drowning of dread and horror and nausea was joined by a cold, parasitic realisation. The gap between Anakin and the other Jedi had never grown smaller; Obi-Wan had only grown more blind. 

Jedi were taught from a young age that they could not hold or control the Force, that they were to let it flow freely else they would face the consequences. Obi-Wan had been a fool to think that something made of one half Force and one half heartbreak could be held any more than its parent.)

—

Anakin grinned, and Ahsoka felt every clone in the hangar’s mood lift. Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile in return — and then he cracked a joke, and the worry and grief of the battle became a distant, shrouded memory.

It always went like this. They came back from the latest campaign dirtied, injured, and with a tiredness that ached into their very bones. They all wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep and mourn and not talk to anyone for several hours. But then Anakin — still riding the high of a good fight — would clap Ahsoka on the shoulder, make a stupid comment to Rex, and everything would feel fine. Better than fine even. 

Morale seemed so reliant on him that if her master was angry or sad or upset, so was the entire ship. When he was in a mood, meditation became impossible, no matter how at peace Ahsoka felt. She once considered that it was more than just moral, more than just his stupid jokes, but she had grown up in the Temple, raised on lessons of a Jedi’s few limits. A single man could not project his emotions onto an army. 

Anakin just had a friendly smile, was all. 

(And when Maul told her — warned her — of what her master would become, she did not listen. She could not listen. She thought only of his grin, and the sunny sureness in her chest that always accompanied it.

And so she fought for it again.)

—

Rex knew, theoretically, that General Skywalker was human. 

He’d seen enough medical scans from Kix (on the unusual occasion that the general submitted to care) to know that Skywalker’s biology was just like any natborn human’s. He didn’t have strange-coloured blood or an extra eye and all his (mostly-intact) organs were in the right places. The records showed that he was completely, one-hundred-percent human. 

Theoretically, this made complete sense. 

And it made sense he would seem slightly off. Rex had spent the first decade of his life surrounded entirely by his brothers and Kaminoan scientists; his idea of a ‘normal’ person was someone who looked and sounded identical to him, not a tall, barely-tanned Tatooinian with the wrong accent. Even if it hadn’t been, Rex knew Jedi were different from your average natborn. They could do all these crazy things that belonged in storybooks and myths, not the battlefield. Swaying people, moving objects (or clone captains) with their minds, seeing the future — if Rex hadn’t been trained to do so, he wouldn’t have believed a word of it. 

But if being a Jedi had been the reason, wouldn’t Rex have noticed the same thing with Commander Tano or General Kenobi? He understood that maybe Commander Tano wasn’t old enough to develop whatever it was General Skywalker had — but Kenobi was older, more trained in the Force. Surely Rex would have noticed the same thing, that same surely-not-quite-human feeling with him? 

Maybe he just spent too much time around the General. Maybe this thinking was just a part of having a good natborn friend.

He hoped it was, at least. 

(And when Rex heard of the attack on the Temple, he understood his hope was for naught. 

He and his brothers weren’t an isolated incident, he knew; Ahsoka had felt the deaths across the galaxy. He had no doubt the clones on the battlefield cut down their generals — who trusted them like they trusted their own right hand, who stood alone in front of a one-thousand strong army — with an alarming ease. 

But he heard reports of the Temple, of blue-painted clones massacring all there, and knew they couldn’t have done it alone. Only one Jedi was strong enough to take on a Temple of their own kind and win.)

—

Padmé wondered if her husband was made from the stars themselves.

It seemed like the only explanation, sometimes. How could anything mortal be so beautiful? How could anything born on solid ground hold that much love in its heart? He was impossible. He looked her in the eye and saw right through every mask she wore, saw that all she was at the core was an overworked girl from Naboo — and still beamed like she was the most perfect thing in the galaxy. He loved her for who she was, not what she could do for him nor for the stature of Amidala. That seemed rarer than stardust. 

She would see him and her breath would catch with something that had to be more than love. He stood by the window and stared into the Coruscanti night like he could hear every thought in the city-planet, his golden-brown hair catching the edges of the hundred-colour lights. She ought to walk up to him, hold him, tell him she loves him and pepper him with kisses — but all she could do was stare. In those moments, he was perfect and divine, and she could not interrupt them with her mortality. 

(And as Padmé lay dying, her life force dragged out by some dark presence, she thought of her star-husband. And she thought of the refugees she had once helped when their sun imploded. It should have been a lesson learnt; stars were beautiful in the night sky, warm in the summer, but dangerous. Able to end entire planets in their own cosmic pain. 

Some small part of her knew this when she first said I love you. But she could not listen. She saw only the star-beauty in his eyes and all the love he held in his sun-heart.)

—

Anakin Skywalker had long questioned whether he was human or not. 

But as Darth Vader looked down at his mechanical hands, heard his pressurised breathing, and ignored the pain that followed his every half-sedated movement, he found his humanity was no longer a question. 

[superlarva]

Sooo... I'm thinking of writing a fic about Rex obtaining a set of traumatized twins (Fives and Echo) and having to learn how to parent them (similar to Buir Basics, which gave me severe brainrot, one of my favorite fics, I love it). Would people be at all interested in that?

[scaredpigeons]

Deus Auri

Zhongli x reader (gn)

Word count: 1.04k (smol)

CW: sfw:) mild spoilers for Neuvillettes voice lines about Morax, he calls him Deus Auri, which is god of gold in Latin— might just be a title but any little tidbit of Morax we get I just gobble gobble up. Flirting, zhongli calls you my dear, darling, vixen. No pronouns or other gender specific language used. Some kisses and allusions of wanting more.

Enjoy!

“Deus Auri.”

You can nearly hear the crack of Zhongli’s neck as his gaze whips towards you, but you keep your gaze trained on your book as if you hadn’t seen its comical swivel in your peripherals. 

“I’m sorry my dear, could you repeat that?” He said, though there was an edge to his tone. 

“Deus Auri—God of Gold. What can you tell me about that name?” You said, index finger gliding down the edge of the book. You were no longer reading, but still kept your eyes trained on the pages to pretend like you weren’t vibrating with excitement at his reaction. 

Zhongli was naturally very stoic, a well maintained facade to those who weren’t interested in looking deeper. 

You had been plenty interested, taking one look at him and instantly knowing he was no ordinary man. 

Now the better part of half a year into your blossoming relationship, he still hadn’t outright told you, but he’d grown comfortable. 

You’d catch glimpses of his wrists, normally covered— deep onyx with veins of pure gold. Though this only happened in the safety of his home— there was a time he had to remove his gloves to help you in the kitchen, and his perfectly pale, human hands had distracted you the entire time. 

The glamor he kept up in public slipped a bit when he was more at ease. 

To the eye that was actually looking, zhongli really wasn’t subtle about who he was. 

“Well, why don’t we start with where you heard such a name?” He asked. 

“I was with the traveler last week, helping she and paimon with a commission in Fontaine.” 

You can see the minuscule wince he gives out of the corner of your eye. Just a twitch of the brows as he blinks, so graceful, but you catch it because you’re looking for it. 

“I overheard a conversation she had with a lovely gentleman over there, though I didn’t get to introduce myself. He mentioned the name when the traveler was asking him about Rex Lapis.”

You closed your book, finally turning to look at him, though you kept your gaze coyly through heavy lids, peaking demurely at him through your lashes. 

“And you know, I thought that was very strange, her asking him about Rex lapis, when she could learn anything and everything about him from our resident expert.” 

“The traveler has not visited liyue to see me in some time, darling. And I'm sure there are others who’ve studied the gods. I am not the only knowledgeable one in Teyvat.” 

“I know, I know.” You chewed on your lip a bit for effect, looking puzzled. “So who is this Deus Auri? Is it perhaps another one of Morax’s many names?” 

You looked at him expectantly, grinning as he grew more stiff in his seat beside you. A mere foot of space between you on the couch and he looked like he was ready for you to pounce on him. 

You wanted to, you have wanted to, but he so chivalrously insists upon taking it slow. 

Hand holding in the harbour. Chaste kisses good night. You wanted so badly to break through his barriers but you knew he was holding back.

“You are…” he let a puff of air through his nose. “Correct in the knowledge that Morax was known to have many different names. Unfortunately that is all I can say on the matter.” 

“So cryptic.” You squinted at him. He often shut you out when you pried like this, poking and prodding in places you know you shouldn’t be, but he was always kind and straightforward about it—so you usually dropped it as soon as he denied you. 

“Do you think he had a favourite name that he went by?” You pushed a bit more, hoping to get him to give you just one more crumb before you played your cards. It was time, you were getting tired of hiding it.

He smiled thoughtfully, relaxing into the couch once more. “I’d like to think that he enjoyed the name Rex Lapis, the name given to him by his people. I’m sure it brought him a great sense of pride.” 

You grinned, soaking in his expression and words. Knowing what you know— gods. He really was so cute sometimes. 

You open up your book, stilling your grin to prepare for what was next. 

“Really? I’d like to think Zhongli is his favourite. Retirement is a good look for him.” 

You expected denial, perhaps his neck snapping back to you like it did when you first mentioned the ancient name. 

What you didn’t expect was to be tackled to the floor, a gloved hand supporting your neck instinctively as you and your book tumbled along the floor with the blur of rich oranges and browns that took you down. 

When you finally settled, you were on your back with him looming over you, pining you to the ground. 

“You little vixen. How long have you known?” His eyes were wild, hair a mess, cheeks flushed and breathless. Disheveled.

He looked more beautiful now than you’d ever seen him before.  

“From the moment you opened your mouth.” 

He kissed his teeth in a quick tsk, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Nothing escapes you, does it? I knew I would be in trouble with you.”  

You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him back towards you. 

“And yet you kept me around regardless.” You smiled, giving him a quick, teasing peck on the lips. 

“How could I not? You have an inescapable magnetism that I am completely captured by. I’m afraid to say that you’re unraveling me even as we now speak.” 

You grinned at him, face feeling just as flush as his. 

“How much more unraveling do I need to do to get you to let down those walls you keep around you?” 

“They were gone the moment I saw that you knew the truth, my dear, you should have said something much sooner.” He tilted his head with a soft grin. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer. 

“Kiss me then, you old blockhead.” 

He gave a rumble in his chest that sounded very much like a growl, and it set your nerves on fire.  

“Behave.” He said sternly. 

“No promises,” you said as you kissed him. 

[ohyousillything]

Boba is small and obnoxious, in a way only small tubies can be, squirming and thrashing around in his crib as he wails. He’s been told that Boba is denominated “a toddler”, by nat-born standards. CC-2224 is not impressed.

“What does the word ‘Boba’ mean,” he asks. The word has been bothering him for some time now.

Jango doesn’t raise his eyes from the datapad he’s frowning at, “It’s an old family name.”

CC-2224 considers this. Boba continues to wail at the injustices of the world. CC-2224 is sympathetic to that, at least.

And then the question pops in his head like an armed grenade.

“Can I have a name?” he asks.

Jango looks up at him, both eyebrows raised up to his hairline. There's a considering silencie, and then he says, like he's already regretting it, “You could.”

CC-2224 stares at him expectantly. Boba wails, mostly ignored.

Jango snorts and shakes his head, letting his attention fall back on his datapad, “You’ll have to come up with one on your own, kid. I’m shit at naming things,”

CC-2224 frowns, looking down at Boba, who’s finally beginning to realize no one paying much attention to his crying and he might need to adapt his strategies.He makes grabby fingers at CC-2224, who watches impassively.

Making an impulsive decision, he reaches into the crib and pulls the baby out, holding him at eye level like a hide up for inspection.

“I like the word kote,” CC-2224 says.

“Very modest,” Jango snorts, but he sounds approving. Newly christened Kote thinks he wasn’t looking for approval, but its nice getting it anyway.

Boba sneezes on his face, and the universe shifts.

Kote's never seen the sun, but someday he'll understand this moment feels like sunrise.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 19 - Voyeurism

Summary: When you first met Rex, you wouldn’t have pitted him as the risky type. Little do you know he’s got a few surprises up his sleeve. 

Pairing: Captain Rex x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex, fucking in the barracks, voyeurism, Rex is secretly a freak

A/N: Once again stepping out of my comfort zone with Rex. A bit nervous about this one honestly.

MASTERLIST

When you first met Rex, you wouldn’t have pitted him as the risky type. He showed up early to your date with flowers, held the door for you, walked you back to your barracks on the cruiser, and came the next day to the med bay to see you. He was sweet and polite. He called you ma’am until you gave him permission to call you by your name. 

The first time he held your hand, he asked if it was okay. He asked permission to kiss you the first time, even though you were close enough to breathe in each other’s air. 

It wasn’t until after you had sex the first time that he became a little more bold. Touching you when he felt like it, initiating without asking if you were sure you wanted it five times even after you gave him permission.

The first time he wraps his hand around your throat while piledriving you into the bed, you nearly pass out from shock. You’re sure that’s the moment when you fell in love with him. As soon as you clamped around him, cumming on his cock from the feel of his hand around your throat, something shifted in him. He became rougher, riskier. 

He explored different positions with you. He cuffed you to your bunk once. You’re not even sure where he got the cuffs from. You fucked in a supply closet, mid flight. He ate you out under your desk while you did paperwork. 

This new side of him that he was showing was thrilling, and you’re certainly not going to complain. 

It’s when he fucks you in the communal fresher after a long campaign when you realize the extent of his riskiness. 

It had been a spur of the moment decision after you had finished in the med bay, sent away to get some rest. You were dead tired, but the adrenaline and nervous energy was still pumping through you. You ran into him in the hallway on your way to your barracks after he had spent the last few hours filling out paperwork and doing reports. He looked like he needed some stress relief, and you were more than happy to get fucked to unconsciousness if it meant you could clear your head enough to sleep. 

He takes you to his barracks, the beds full of tired troopers, but none of them pay you any mind as Rex leads you past them. He takes you into the fresher, the door unlocked, allowing for any of them to walk in at any time.

All thoughts leave your head when he pushes you up against the fresher wall, tossing a leg over his shoulder before burying his face in your pussy. 

You fuck in the freshers, quick and needy before moving to his bunk. He hovers over you, blanket tossed over you both. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He kisses you, desperate and needy and still hard despite cumming in you in the fresher. He slips into your slick folds easily, both of you groaning quietly. You’ll never get tired of the feeling of him inside you. 

You shiver at the thought of getting caught by the sleeping clones around you. Any of them could roll over and see you under their Captain. A chill of excitement runs up your spine, your pussy clenching around him. 

His movements are slow and deliberate, careful not to make the bunk shake, or to make too much noise. You don’t need fast or hard fucking, not in this situation. The thought of fucking in a room full of people has you dripping and excited. 

He keeps his lips pressed against yours, swallowing the quiet sounds that escape as he rocks into you. Your bodies grind together, getting slick with sweat despite your round in the fresher. 

You turn your head to the side, lips parting in surprise as you meet the eyes of a clone in the bunk next to you. Fives, you think. You know most of them. You’ve seen them routinely in the med bay. He’s watching you, and judging by the subtle movements of the blanket covering him, he’s enjoying it. 

Rex’s hand covers your mouth as a moan escapes, your eyes locked with Fives’. As you become more aware of the room you can pick up other sounds. Muffled groans, creaking bunks, shifting bodies. 

They’re awake. They know. Rex knows. 

You don’t care. 

The General could walk in and you wouldn’t care. 

Not with the way Rex’s cock is twitching inside you. He’s close, obviously enjoying being watched just as much as you are. You wonder how often he’s been on the other end, how many times he’s woken in the middle of the night to discover one of the others with a visitor in their bunk. You’re no fool, you hear stories from other civilian medics about their clone lovers. You’ve never said anything about Rex, keeping him to yourself. 

Until now. 

You cum with a cry, Rex pulling back just in time for it to sound through the bunks. He presses his body into yours as he cums, filling your pussy with his cum. You’re both breathing heavily, echoing groans sounding through the barracks. 

You pull Rex against your body, wrapping your arms around him. He presses kisses to your neck as your head turns to the side, meeting Fives' gaze once more. A small smirk forms on your face as he lays there, lips parted and panting. You wink at him before turning your attention to Rex once more.

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[zoeykallus]

Rex – In Love And War 13 - Hunted

Warnings: Angst/Tension/Minor Injury

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A call for help that Rex and you answer ends in a tense chase.

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What Happened Before:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

Part 6 - Unspoken Things

Part 7 - Lies And Other Things About Love

Part 8 - Guilt And Forgiveness

Part 9 – Love At First Sight

Part 10 – Mine At Last

Part 11 - Unpleasant Surprises

Part 12 - Moving On

Part 13 - Hunted

Your lungs were already burning, your heart was racing, your entire body was just fueled by adrenaline at the moment. In quick succession, your and Rex's feet thumped across the metal floor as you ducked under blaster fire, moving through the corridors of a beat-up cruiser.

"I knew something would go wrong!" exclaimed Rex.

"Then why are we here?" you ask, out of breath, following him closely.

Rex says, also out of breath, "Because the boys needed our help".

Gregor and Wolffe had clashed with the Scrapers Guild while looking for shelter and had asked for assistance. Rex and you of course responded to their call for help immediately, however you were outnumbered and busy escaping at the moment.

After another bend, Rex suddenly braked sharply and you almost collided with him. Ahead of you was a hole in the ground and below it yawning deep, emptiness. It was too dark to see the bottom of the hole.

Rex pushed you aside, took a quick running start and jumped off, barely making the jump. On the other side, he stopped and held out his hands to you.

"Come on, do like me, take a little run-up and jump, I'll catch you".

You look down and shake your head.

"That's too far, I can't do that".

"Yes of course you can, you have to" Rex says sternly.

His arms still outstretched towards you, he nods.

"Come on, Cyare, you can do it".

You were far from sure, but you had no choice, you could already hear fast footsteps approaching, you had to do something, and you had to do it now. As Rex told you, you took a little run-up, with your heart racing you took off. At the same moment you were about to jump off, a small piece of metal broke away from under the foot with which you pushed yourself off the ground with.

In the first moment, it felt like the sudden descent in a roller coaster, or a misstep on a staircase. Your stomach seemed to jump and your heart to slide down your throat. You saw Rex's eyes widen, and he reached out to you in a panic, but his hands were still far too distant from you to grab you.

A scream came over your lips, shrill, terrified, panicked. You fell, into the dark. You heard Rex scream your name. It only lasted a few seconds, but they felt like half an eternity until you hit hard ground. The impact drove the air from your lungs. You landed on your side and your chest hurt incredibly.

"Cyare! Stay right there, I'm coming to get you! Cyare? Can you hear me?!"

You wanted to answer him, but it took you too long to gather yourself and catch your breath. Your pursuers had caught up and Rex had to leave his position.

You turned heavily on your back and looked up at where the light was coming from, it wasn't falling and didn't quite reach down to you. When you saw a few heads peering down over the edge of the hole, you were thankful for the darkness, because that meant they couldn't see you. Quiet as a mouse, you breathed as shallowly as possible and held perfectly still.

Rex ran to the next elevator shaft to get to the level where he thought you were. His heart was beating up into his throat, each step felt like an eternity. You hadn't answered him, and he hadn't been able to see you in the darkness down there, he didn't know how you were doing if you were even still alive, but he held on to hope.

When he reached the elevator shaft, he first had to pry open the doors, which was harder than he expected. It took a little while, which only made Rex more nervous; he wanted to get to you as soon as possible.

He thought of Wolffe and Gregor, your paths had involuntarily parted in the course of the escape, he didn't know exactly where they were. He hoped they were okay, but right now all he could think about was you. Somewhere in the back of his mind he kept seeing you fall, the event played over and over in his mind's eye like a little horror movie.

Rex blamed himself, he shouldn't have pushed you like that, but what else could he have done? He couldn't possibly have foreseen that a piece of the floor would break away, but the self-critical part of his mind accused himself of just that.

Finally, he had pried open the doors of the elevator shaft, made his way inside and climbed down. The turbo lifts had long since stopped running in the old junk cruiser. He was tense, frantic, almost slipped off one of the ladder rungs in his haste and fell into the depths himself.

At the level where he thought you were, he climbed back out of the elevator shaft and found himself in almost complete darkness. He could barely see his own hand in front of his eyes. Very carefully, he put one foot in front of the other.

He called out in a whisper.

"Cyare? I'm here, don't worry, I'll come and get you. Come on, say something! Where are you?"

When you hear Rex's voice in the darkness, somewhere near you, calling for you in a whisper, your heart leaps with joy.

"Rex," you call back in an equally whispery voice, "I'm here, Rex."

Your side hurt a lot, maybe bones were broken or banged up, either way your side was badly bruised, the pain was pulling and stabbing as you slowly stand up to head in the direction of Rex's voice. Every breath hurt, but you held yourself bravely upright and slowly walked toward his voice.

"Rex?"

"Here," Rex said softly, relieved, reaching for you.

You felt his strong hands gently but firmly grasp your arms in the darkness. His sigh of relief was unmistakable. He immediately pulled you to him, "Oh, thank the Maker."

You drew in a sharp breath as your side ached as he hugged you.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt?"

"I don't know," you said honestly, "Could be, I landed on my side, it's at least a bruise, maybe more, but I can walk"

"I'm so sorry-"

"It wasn't your fault" you interrupted him, "Please don't blame yourself"

With a sigh, he said, "I shouldn't have brought you here at all"

"Don't be silly, Rex, stop that and focus on the here and now. What's the next step? Focus, Captain!"

You hear him sigh again, but then he says seriously, "We go back, climb to another level and look for a way out from there"

You nodded at him, then realized he probably can't see the gesture and said, "Okay, let's go."

Gregor grabbed Wolffe's hand and pulled him over the edge to the next level.

"I think we lost them," Gregor said, a little out of breath.

Wolffe grumbled, "For now."

With a little chuckle, Gregor said, "Such a pessimist. You haven't changed, Wolffe"

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Wolffe did not dignify that statement with any comment. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, after all he had been on these cruisers more often in the past.

Wolffe actually always looked serious and critical, yet Gregor could see his brother's dark thoughts.

"Rex and his girlfriend are fine, they can take care of themselves," he said with conviction.

Wolffe grumbled, "We shouldn't have called them here, by doing so we put them in danger unnecessarily."

Gregor said, "Rex is a soldier, a brother, he will gladly take this danger and just like you and me, he will overcome it and put it behind him, you will see."

Wolffe sighed but finally nodded and said, "You're not quite right in the head, but you're probably right"

Gregor didn't feel offended, he just laughed softly and said, "Of course I'm right, now come on, we have to move on. We'll meet them at the shuttle for sure"

No sooner had he uttered the words than a blaster shot hit the wall right next to his head.

"Kriffin hell!" growled Wolffe.

Gregor drew his own blaster, two well-aimed shots hit the shooter.

"This promises to be interesting," he said, chuckling, and took off running.

No sooner had he uttered the words than a blaster shot hit the wall right next to his head.

"Kriffin hell!" growled Wolffe.

Gregor draws his own blaster, two well-aimed shots hit the shooter.

"This promises to be interesting," he said, chuckling, and took off running.

Wolffe following right behind him grumbles, "You're way too happy about this crap."

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[quorras]

🤡

(ask game I'm not calling you a clown I swear... unless you want to be a clown I won't judge.)

hi!! thanks for asking :]

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Oh man idk I write more attempted humor than expected, mostly bc it's easier to publish than anything else I've written... the punchline in Everything is Relative (tron fic, duh) still makes me laugh when I think of it, but Bad Press (atla fic)'s punchline is a close second. Interesting they're both about mass media and misunderstandings lol

OH if it's not cheating, some things that make me laugh from wips!! From March 2021 (??!!), a 5+1 tronfic I was writing about five times Flynn accidentally getting married and one time he proposes... I never finished the fic. This was the +1:

Flynn sighs, "Look, Tron, I don't know what I'm doing. But after that… fiasco, I think there's something I need to ask."

Tron holds his crossed arms tighter but glances away from the landscape just in time to see Flynn kneel a distance behind him. 

"Tron. I think you're the most fantastic program I've ever met. I've ruined your life multiple times over, but you're still here, helping me get my ass out of numerous horrendous occasions. You're wonderful, beautiful, extremely powerful, and I love you, so," Flynn sputters, trying to look around at nearly everything but at the program. His efforts are futile when he ends up meeting Tron's eyes and can't help the wobbly smile that spreads across his face. With a simple flourish, Flynn holds up a glowing blue ring, "TRON-JA 302070, will you marry me?"

The program's brows rise very high, "Where did you find that?"

"Uh," Flynn's face falls, "By the Garage, I think?"

Tron smiles gently, "Flynn, that's a jam nut. For the lightcycles."

Flynn blinks. He brings the not-ring up to eye level and squints. Huh. Okay, it was a jam nut. "Right, ignore that," Flynn exclaims, throwing the part over his shoulder, "Tron, are you going to marry me or not? My knee is really starting to hurt now, man."

Tron's smile grows, "Of course I'll marry you."

Jumping up with a whoop of celebration and relief, Flynn grabs the monitor by the shoulders, “You’re a lifesaver, man, honestly.” Tron doesn’t get a chance to respond as he gets showered with tiny kisses all over his face as the man pulls him close.

"Quick question, Flynn." "Yeah, babe?" "What does 'marriage' mean?"

[omaano]

"I've grown these for you."

My first entry for the @rexobibingo - because what is a Gardener/Gardening about if not making leafy things grow out of love? (You can, of course, grow your leafy things out of spite too, I guess, that's always a very fair motivation if you ask me)

Keeping to good old habits from my previous bingo experience, please allow me to wholeheartedly and very passionately recommend @dharmaavocado's fic that has been on my mind throughout the whole time while I was working on this drawing We Who Love Our Hands in Dirt which was likely the first fic that has sold me on this ship, and Hanahaki as allergies will never stop being fascinating to me as a concept *w*

[clonesuperiority]

I'm using my recent TBB osession to draw my clone ocs for the first time in forever again (Since I haven't named them yet: These are Kick, Boxer and Isle - finally cleaned up)

I have been reading some clone x reader fanfics (share some with me pls I love them gsjvkfgsf) and lets say ... I have been noticing a pattern in regard of the ... bathrooms in Clone Bar 79 ...