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Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmastime (Captain Rex x Reader)
Happy Life Day @diviluscorner! I'm your Secret Santa for the @cloneficgiftexchange ! The prompts that you sent were all so cute, but the two I included here were my favorites
Notes: No warnings, Fluff, budding relationship, excessive use of mistletoe, smooches, Rex is clueless off the battlefield but he got the spirit.
"What are you doing down there?"
You beamed up at Rex as he appeared on the catwalk above you. "I found a tree!"
"A tree?" Rex blinked in disbelief, "So you wanted to pull it out of the garbage levels? I could get you a better tree from Alderaan if you wanted one."
"That's not the point!" You tugged at the branch again. The sapling was just young enough that, despite the almost-bare branches, it held firm beneath your grip.
Rex sighed loudly, so that you knew how fed up he was with your shenanigans. Regardless, he secured the grapple attachment to his blaster and lowered himself into the mountains of refuse, a far cry from Coruscaunt's typical civilization.
"Okay, I'll bite." with his gloves, Rex was a bit braver about clearing away the trash that pinned your beloved tree, "What's the point of saving this tree from the garbage, anyway?"
With the tree free at last, you held it up proudly for Rex to see. It was a scrawny little thing, no more than Rex had been when you first met. It still had a few roots poking out from the wooden base it had been nailed to, clearly grown to decorate a home in greenery for the typical life day celebrations.
"Do you know how rare it is for something besides mold to grow here on Coruscaunt? This thing is a living miracle!" As you held up the tree, a few brittle needles that functioned as its leaves fell off.
Rex smiled in spite of himself.
"How are you going to get it out of here?"
"With your grappling hook, duh." You took the blaster from him and aimed it at the catwalk, tree tucked under your arm. Your aim went wide, and the hook fell at your feet with a dull "thud".
Rex chuckled, shaking his head, "Allow me, mesh'la."
He slipped the the blaster from your grasp and an arm around your waist. You had a moment to brace your grip on the little sapling of a tree before your feet left the ground (or at least, the pile of rubbish that counted as ground). Watching the buildings whiz past felt like some scene out of one of those cheesy Life Day Holomark movies.
Though it couldn't have been more than just a second or two, you felt breathless, like you'd just flown halfway around the planet. Rex helped you onto the catwalk before climbing over it himself.
"So what was your plan if I didn't come along with my coveted grappling hook?" He teased.
"I would've figured something out," You shrugged.
Secretly, though, he was glad you hadn't. Rex was more than happy to be your hero in shiny plastoid if you needed it, so long as you wanted him to be.
Back at your apartment, out of the chill, and nursing piping hot mugs of hot chocolate, you started searching for anything that could pass as a life day decoration. You didn't usually have enough space or time to get decor, but sitting on your dresser was a beautiful red rock that Rex had brought you from Geonosis. You tied it up with a bit of string and proudly presented it to Rex before hanging it on one of the branches. It held for a moment, and then the sapling bent almost in half, weighed down by the decorative ornament.
"Oh," you said softly, sinking into the couch cushions, "I guess it was a little too heavy."
Rex looked at you, the crestfallen look on your face broke his heart, a stark contrast to the giddiness you'd displayed upon finding the tree.
How was he supposed to let that go unmended?
He stood up, briefly rifling through his pack of belongings stacked by your door. He finally brought over his rifle, and took the string from you. Propping his rifle against the window, he lifted the tree, tying it to the muzzle at several different points to help it stand.
"I guess it's not a bad tree at all, really," Rex said shyly, "Maybe it just needs a little love."
You beamed at him, the sight warming his chest like a hot drink.
Rex cleared his throat, "You know, I did find one more Life Day decoration that we could put to good use," he said, trying to sound smooth and suave the way Fives always could at 79's.
You raised one eyebrow, shuffling forward, and Rex pulled another plant out of his pocket.
You gasped, "Where did you find mistletoe?" You said, your voice devolving into giggles.
Rex shrugged, "Everyone had some at 79's last night, trying to get lucky, I guess."
You cocked your head to the side slyly, "Is this your way of asking me for a kiss?"
"No- well, yes, I mean, that is, only if you wanted to?" He sputtered nervously. Kark, how did Fives do this every time he ran into a natborn?
Rex blinked, and you were at his side, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I do want to," You told him.
Rex was too shocked to say anything, and you gently took the hand that was awkwardly holding out the sprig of mistletoe.
"However, I believe this works best when you're under the mistletoe."
You lifted the mistletoe, held in both your hands, so that it hung above your heads.
Rex knew if he didn't make a move he'd feel like an idiot about this forever. He tucked his arm around your waist, pulling you the inch closer that he needed to give you a proper kiss.
It was short and chaste, any more than that and Rex knew he would have melted into a puddle at your feet. Kissing you made his heart race and fireworks explode in his mind, along with the rush of a successful battle.
"Wow," He murmured.
"Wow is right," You gasped, hand still holding his. His arm was getting tired, but he was scared if he lowered it, you'd let go.
"You liked it?" He asked.
"What, you didn't?" A mischievous light flickered in your eyes.
"No, I did," His cheeks flushed, "I just wanted to make sure you liked it too."
He gulped, swallowing the nerves in his throat, "I may be an expert on the battlefield, sweetheart, but this is all new to me. I want to make sure I do everything right."
You laughed, tossing your head back. Rex loved the way you looked when you laughed. He might melt right then and there regardless of if you kissed him again or not.
"It's highly unlikely you'll get everything right, my dear captain," You lowered your shared hands, but before he could protest, you slung your arms around his shoulders.
"But you're not such a bad tree yourself. I think you just need a little love."
This was so sweet!! The WallE/Peanuts tree is adorable. I love how it was saved from the depths of Coruscant and given a new home for the holidays. I love it so much!
The inclusion of the mistletoe and how Rex had it in his pocket. Of course, he picked it up from 79s, that place probably has a ton of it for the holiday lol. IThat was a cute way to include a kiss at the end. This was just so adorable with the theme of a tree that just needs a little love from beginning to end!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Summary: Last minute you're forced to host Christmas. Apparently, there's a service to help with such an issue.
A gift for the lovely @jetii as part of the Life Day ClonexReader Fic exchange hosted by the amazing @cloneficgiftexchange!
I could not stop laughing over the prompt "Need a Hand" and it being about Echo. This then developed.
Read on AO3
âDonât worry, we got you help.â
Those fateful words spin round and round your head as you walk to the door. When your family emergency yesterday turned into you hosting Life Day tomorrow, panic set in. This month has been overwhelmingly busy, so much so you havenât had time to decorate. Your house has sat depressingly sparse, not even a tree in the corner, and you swear the neighborhood has labeled you the bah humbug house because there isnât even a hint of cheer out your door. Itâs not your fault all the deadlines you had to make all fell late in the yearâsince your coworkers couldnât be bothered by the fact you celebrate the holidays as well.
You would love nothing more than to have your house decorated and smelling of peaceful scents associated with pleasant and happy childhoods.
Instead, youâre in a panic hoping that the grocery delivery at your door will have all the correct ingredients since you donât have time to go out yourself. Youâre going to be lucky to get presents wrapped at this rate. Hand hovering over the panel, you cast a glance at the large pile of gifts you need to wrap and hope youâll have time to finish those.
However, you havenât started on tomorrowâs meal, you havenât baked, cleaning is just beginning, you havenât decoratedâŚ
Opening the door, you sigh in despair. âIf you could just put those onââ
Eyes widen as you gaze at the Wookie standing on your porch.
No, not a Wookie.
A man dressed in a Wookie onesie with stunning brown eyes.
He clears his throat and glances at his⌠paw? âRawr, rawr, rawr, rawr, or as we say in basic, heard you need a hand to help you with your plan. Iâm Echo with Handy Can!â
Lips pursed to the right, you donât know whether to be embarrassed that your family thought you needed this, laugh at the absurdity of the moment, or feel sorry for the man dressed as a Wookie. Leaning against your doorframe, you allow yourself a precious moment to take in whatâs happening to you. âWell, I definitely donât have a complete plan but since youâre here I could use a hand.â
Those stunning brown eyes focus on you, and he gives a sharp nod. âHow can I be of assistance, Miss?â
âI need someone to get the holiday boxes out of storage, but⌠Iâm worried your claws may scratch it all up.â
A hint of amusement dances in his gaze and you find yourself wondering what he looks like when he laughs.
Or even how you would make him laugh.
âI can assure you, these claws will not damage anything.â
Stepping back to let him in, you give a smirk. âThat specified in your contract.â
âSure is. Right below a promise not to chase the mailman.â
Oh, he has a sense of humor, you think and dread its effects on you. With everything this month has dumped on you, you donât need some sweet talker to cause an even bigger problem in your life.
No.
Youâve been there before.
âWhere can I find the holiday boxes?â
After directing him to the storage area next to the laundry room, you hurry to clean all the refreshers in the house. He definitely doesnât need to work on those. Youâll give him little tasks to tidy up, and likely set him on decorating while you tackle the bigger issues.
Dread creeps back in your soul as you vacuum the house. You understand the small housefire emergency and why Life Day had to be moved, but perhaps one of your other relatives or friends could have offered to host. It isnât a secret that youâre overworked and havenât had a full nightâs sleep in the past six weeks. Youâve been working over fifty hours a week with no reprieve.
Wiping sweat from your forehead, you find a pit in your stomach. Itâs not that you hate hosting, you love hosting. Youâd do it more often if work would allow for it. In all honesty, youâre not even upset with friends and family.
You just want to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow.
Itâs been a rough year for all, and if you can bring them even a few hours of joy itâll make everything worth it. Well, maybe not the job, but at least others having a moment to breathe will bring a smile to your face and a lightness to your soul.
Youâre halfway trapped in the hypersonic oven when the door chimes again. Tossing your gloves in the sink, you make your way to the door.
âDelivery.â
Sighing with relief, you direct him to the kitchen. âIf you could just load the counter next to the conservator, I can handle it from there. Thanks.â
Another thing off your list.
With the arrival of food and supplies, thereâs a gentle ease on your shoulders. There is still a lot to do but at least youâll have food to feed all the hungry mouths tomorrow. Theyâll be full and content and for a moment they wonât need to think about any problems.
They can enjoy Life Day as itâs meant to be celebrated.
âHaving a party?â
Peeking out of the hypersonic oven, you look at the man dropping off your groceries. Heâs got a charming face and thereâs something alluring about the way he leans against your conservator. However, you want him out of your house.
âThat time of year,â you respond and stand. Taking a few steps towards him, you hope to move him out your front door again. âIâm sure with how hectic everyone is you have a lot of deliveries.â
âI have a few minutes to spare.â
âOh, Iâm glad you have a few. Iâd love a few extra minutes.â
âMaybe I could help,â he says casting a glance around the house. âSeems like a lot of work for one girl.â
Halfway to the door, you pause as you realize heâs not following you. âNo. Iâm good.â
He moves towards you, and you consider darting out of your own house. âI donât have any deliveries, so itâs no troubleâ"
âWhat do you think of wrapping lights around the garland, Meshâla?â
Looking up to the balcony of the second floor, thereâs a man dressed in a Wookie outfit holding garland and lights who youâd forgotten with all this cleaning. Smiling, youâre glad those observant brown eyes are focused on you. âThatâs a perfect idea.â
When you turn back to the stranger, you see him hurrying down your walkway. Locking the door behind him, you jog up the steps.
âHe gone?â
âYes, thank you.â Relief settles over you as you clear the landing and see him tangled in lights.
âGood. It would have been a few seconds for me to figure a way out of this.â
You give a small chuckle as you help untangle him from the lights. âLooks like youâre the one who needs a hand.â
âIn all fairness, I did have a plan,â he responds. âIt⌠uh, just didnât work out like I thought.â
Pulling the last bit of light string from his hood, you smile at him. âSeriously. Thank you. If you hadnât been hereâŚâ
âMight be slowing your progress a bit, actually.â
âNot sure about that,â you respond and begin weaving the garland around the banister. âSeems as if youâre making this easier for me. I never would have thought of lights on the banister.â
âThe white ones,â he replies and begins threading those delicately through the garland. âTheyâll sparkle like newly fallen snow.â
Pausing at the end of the garland, you look up at the man in a Wookie onesie and admire the way those lights catch his jaw line while shimmering in his gaze. You probably shouldnât entertain a thread of hope to see him laugh or perhaps have a cup of caf with him. However, heâs clearly not the shopper intruding on your peace earlier.
Ending the lights with your garland, he looks at you. âI already decorated the outside of the house while you were cleaning. Iâd like your approval. See if I need to change anything.â
Heading outside, you stand on the sidewalk and gaze up at the lights lined perfectly across your eves. The railing across your porch is lined in red and white lights reminding you of a candy cane and the joy bubbling inside your chest spills onto your lips in a sweet smile.
âThis is beautiful,â you whisper as frosty breath wreathes your face. âAnd you did this so quickly.â
âHoped you might like it, Miss.â
Your brow wrinkles in the next moment as you clear your throat. Echo is only here to complete a job heâs been hired to do. Youâre silly to think anything more could ever come of it. Unfortunately, the first decent man youâve come across in what seems like eons wants nothing more than to get paid.
And with that, your bubble of hope bursts.
The rest of the afternoon is filled with polite chatter as gifts are wrapped and placed under a tree. There are some moments your heart thumps a little harder as you bump into each other in the kitchen. Your skin grows warm when he accidentally brushes your hand when he gives you baking utensils. All things you try hard to crush, but your heart seems deaf to the truth.
You will never forgive your family for this.
And you will never host another event.
Pausing your repetition of placing cookies on a cooling tray, you look up at him and try to discern what he just asked.
âUh, is⌠Is this what a normal Life Day consists of?â
âMy family gives gifts, bakes, eats, laughs, there will be a few arguments, but most will leave feeling joyful.â
âSounds nice.â
âIt can be.â Turning your attention back to the cookies, you work to be polite while your heart again flutters. âFamilies come in all varieties.â
As dusk lights pinks and greys through your windows, you whip up a quick stew in hopes of feeding the man in a Wookie outfit whoâs assisted you all day. Youâre not hungry at this point. Not when you wish this wasnât a one-time deal.
Setting the stew before him, you scan your house to see, not just dĂŠcor making it feel like a home, but a lightbulb in your kitchen that burnt out three weeks ago has been replaced. The handle on your holovision unit has been fixed. To top it all off, your hearth has been cleaned and now crackles with a warm little fire.
Your stupid heart patters at the thought, but your stomach drops through the floor.
Since purchasing this house, youâve never had the benefit of an extra set of hands. Sure, your parents come over, but they canât be here for every little thing. Youâve learned to replace toilets, sinks, and repair holes in walls. Youâve learned to fix pneumatic door locks, the conservator and the sonic dishwasher. Youâve learned how to live alone which means sometimes kitchen lights stay dark, handles hang, andâ
âAre you going to eat?â
Looking at the man in the Wookie onesie, you see those stunning brown eyes tinged with worry.
âYouâve been working hard since this morning. Dinner might be good for you.â
âŚand sometimes you forget how to care for yourself.
You arenât sure how you missed him ladle you a bowl or when he guided you to sit next to him, but he gives you a smile as he continues eating your stew.
âIf we couldâve had food like this on the venators, none of my brothers wouldâve been able to fight,â he says with a smile. âWeâd have been eating all day and the Seppies wouldâve won the war.â
âItâs not that good,â you deflect.
âIf this is not good, Iâd love to try your amazing.â
Heâs just saying that, you think and pick at your meal.
âSomethinâ the matter, Miss?â He glances around your house. âI think weâve marked nearly everything off your list.â
âYou donât need to be so kind,â you reply and put your spoon down. âIâm sure my family tipped you well.â
He blinks. âUh⌠what?â
âMy family wouldâve paid you well, so no need for these niceties.â Grabbing your bowl, you dump it down the sink. âYou can go now. Everything thatâs going to get done is finished. Thank you.â
Picking up his bowl, he gives a cautious look.
âLeave it there,â you say as pleasantries fade. âIâm sure you can find your way out.â
And itâs nice to hear the door shut as you turn off the music.
･.â˘Â°â˘.･･.â˘Â°â˘.･
Giving the punch a stir, youâre surprised your parents are ten minutes late. While itâll be an hour before everyone else begins to arrive, they are always determined to show up early to check on you. This year, thereâs no reason to check on you. Not after yesterday.
When the doorbell rings, you draw a deep breath and let them in. They greet you with hugs and kisses like normal, but itâs your mother who gives you a long, hard look.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks.
âYesterday was tiring.â
âWell, if you hadnât sent away the help we enlisted,â your father replies and thereâs a sorrow in his eyes as if he knows youâre hurting inside. âWe tried to helpââ
âSent away?â you question.
Your mother nods. âYeah. He declined payment and said when he arrived you were already finished.â
âI wasâŚâ Without a second thought, you grab your coat from the closet. âIâll be back.â
Rushing out the door, youâre not even certain where youâre headed but after a quick holonet search, youâve got some idea. It doesnât take you long to get into town though finding the tiny shop is a bit more difficult. Turning down an alley, you find the shabby door and enter.
The man, no longer in a Wookie onesie, stands behind the counter flipping through a holozine on gardening tools. He looks up only for those stunning, brown eyes to widen. âUh⌠Did I mess something up?â
âWhy didnât you take the payment?â
âPayment?â
âYou lied to my parents about all the work you did yesterday. Why? You earned every credit and probably more.â
He closes his holozine and turns towards the shelves behind the counter. âConsider it a Life Day treat.â
âMy Life Day treat was not doing all that on my own.â And having you to do it with, you add silently. âHow much do I owe you?â
âNothing,â he states and takes out a datastick which he studies as if itâs the most fascinating thing in the galaxy.
âThere has to be somethingââ
âMiss, weâre square. Your stew was enough, and as you said, I was only there trying to up my tip anyway.â
Reaching the counter, you place your hands on it and look at the man. Thereâs a gentle downward tilt to his lips that wasnât there yesterday. You also notice a line of divots on each side of his head along with a mechanical hand that the Wookie onesie hid yesterday. When he mentioned his service in the war, you hadnât thought to ask him much about it.
You hadnât thought to ask him much for fear of having your heart rejected and shattered.
âEcho, why donât you come try todayâs cooking?â you suggest and prepare your stupid, fluttering heart to be torn to shreds.
Those stunning brown eyes glance your way. âI donât want to impose.â
âTrust me. You wouldnât be imposing.â You then give him a teasing smile. âAfter all, I have a plan to finish the roast, but I really could use a hand.â And you hear the most heartwarming laugh in response.
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