A/N: Oh my god I’m so nervous! This is my first Star Wars fic ever and I really hope it’s good! This is written for @toomanybandstocare for the 2024 Life Day fic gift exchange. I hope you like it!
I included your prompts (bolded in the fic) and kept it sfw. There is a kiss at the end, but it’s fluffy so I hope it’s still okay
Also tagging @cloneficgiftexchange for the event
Divider credits go to @/bernardsbendystraws
Okay, I think that’s it. I hope you enjoy the light angst, fluff, and cheesiness!
CW: some angst, mentions of injuries, friends to lovers, mentions of falling/the accident, Life Day nostalgia, Keldabe kisses, brief seriousness, ‘I love you’s, Rex calls the Reader cyare, kissing, getting together, probably ooc Rex
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It was such a stupid thing, but here you were. Pacing outside a medbay, watching the snow fall through the window. What a way to spend Life Day.
Rex was currently being cared for. The medic had told you the exact procedure, but you hadn’t really been listening. Too busy watching them usher the still body of your friend away.
It was all your fault, really. You’d been the one to insist on the decorations and the cookies and the presents. With all you were doing, it was only a matter of time before one of you got hurt.
And it had to be Rex. Your friend. Your… friend. That’s all you were. Friends. Just two friends with no feelings whatsoever between them.
With a sigh, you take a seat to gaze out the window. It had scared you to death. Watching him slip and fall. The normally so stable Rex flounder back, hitting the floor with a sickening crack.
You’d panicked at the sight of blood, rushing to call the nearest medbay to warn them of your arrival. You were lucky there were still workers there, even so late into the night.
He’d lost consciousness just before arriving. The terror that had gripped you when his eyes fluttered shut had been like nothing you’d experienced before.
The snow dusts the ground. Turning the silvery ground into a blanket of white. You didn’t know the planet well. The snow had been a surprise to you both. You’d been planning on racing out into it; heading to some abandoned park to make snow creatures.
Your family had taken well to the Life Day traditions. You’d lived so many places as a child. Picking up small holiday traditions wherever you went. You’d been so excited to introduce Rex to them. To give him a taste of joy and celebration outside of a mission.
A small cough pulls you from your thoughts. You look up. One of the nurses is there, giving you a light smile. “He’s ready to see you.”
You follow her deeper into the building. To a little room, marked by a holo of his name. You push open the door, pausing at the sight.
Rex sits on a medbay bed, grumbling softly to himself. He looks fine, except for the bacta packs plastered to his head.
Still, you move forward. He looks up, his scowl changing to a soft look. You press your forehead to his, closing your eyes. He’s done this so many times for you; now it’s your turn to give him this instead.
“Hey,” he murmurs, gently catching your hands in his.
“I thought I lost you,” you whisper. “I thought you weren't going to make it. I thought you left me by myself.”
He stiffens and then softens. “I wouldn’t have left you. Not like this.”
You open your eyes, meeting his steady gaze. “I don't know if I could have forgiven you if you had.”
The moment is serious. Heavy and painful in so many ways. A few sentences from Rex lifts all that off your shoulders. “I doubt I would’ve forgiven myself. Going out from just a fall? My brothers would never let me live that down.”
You crack a smile, unable to hold back a laugh. “I love you.”
It slips out. So easily. So… right. But you freeze, instantly worried it’s too much.
Rex blinks. He seems to process your words for a moment before nodding. A slow grin spreading across his face. “You love me, huh?”
Your face warms. You look away. “Stop that. You know what I meant.”
“I think you meant exactly what you said.” Despite the teasing in his tone, you can see the light insecurity in his eyes.
It makes you soften. You give his hand a squeeze, taking a breath for courage. “Yeah. I did.”
“I… I love you too.” His voice is quiet, gentle with things said and unsaid.
You lean your forehead against his again. Just basking in the warmth of his words. He loves you. And you love him.
The nurse discharges Rex without any problems. You’re walking out when you notice the little plant bundle hanging from the ceiling in a corner of the lobby. You grin, knowing just how you’re gonna salvage this Life Day.
“Come here.” You tug Rex after you, hand held firmly in his. He follows, letting you lead him right where you want him.
“What are you planning, cyare?” He asks, giving you a merry but suspicious look.
“Look up.”
He does, eyes stopping on the small bundle of leaves and berries. Your grin widens.
“That’s called mistletoe,” you explain. “It’s good luck for couples to kiss under it.”
He’s still for a moment before looking at you. With that oh so soft look in his eyes. “Good luck?”
You nod and take a deep breath. Then you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He responds immediately, relaxing into the moment.
When you pull away, both your cheeks are flushed.
Rex’s eyes twinkle, his entire demeanor gentle with affection. “Are we a couple then? Wouldn’t want to give us bad luck and all.”
You snort, giving him a fond look. “Smooth. Real smooth.”
He just chuckles and pulls you into a hug. “I learned from the best.”
As you rest your head against him, you relax. Letting your thoughts drift to one thing.
Despite all that went on, you wouldn’t want to spend your Life Day with anyone else. Rex is perfect for you, clumsy falls included.
warnings: one curse word i think, reader and rex shower together but there’s nothing sexual, ahsoka is sad, there’s literally no plot this is just self-indulgent fluff
word count: 0.86k
a/n: i just want it to stop being 104° every day and have a clone trooper to call my own. modern au, i guess, but nothing is specified. i wrote this in, like, an hour, so pls forgive any mistakes
The sleeves of your sweater were pushed up over your elbows as you washed the growing pile of dishes in the sink, watching the rain fall from your kitchen window. Since the window faced your backyard, you didn’t see whoever it was that knocked on your front door. One quick glance through the peephole, though, had you throwing it open.
Ahsoka stood on your front step, completely soaked through. You pulled her into your home, and with the sounds of the storm shut out with the closed door, you could properly hear her choked back sobs.
“‘Soka?”
“Barriss, she—she broke up with me.”
“Oh, baby.” Water be damned, you pulled her into a hug, softly stroking her cold montrals. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”
She pulled back and wiped at her eyes, still sniffling. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
“I’m glad you came here. Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head, water falling off of her. “Raid the closet for something dry, I’ll get you some food.”
She pulled you into another hug and mumbled, “Thank you,” into your chest.
You turned back into the kitchen and set the oven to preheat, then sent a quick message.
She’s with me.
After you put the frozen pizza into the oven and started on some cookie dough, your front door opened again. Heavy footsteps turned into soft ones as boots were taken off by the door to dry, then Rex stepped into your kitchen and wrapped his arms around you, tucking his chin on your shoulder.
You leaned back into him as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, giggling when sweater fluff got into his mouth and made him sputter. “Hey.”
“Hey. Cookies?”
“And pizza.“ You looked over your shoulder and kissed his jaw before saying quietly, “Barriss broke up with her. She walked here in the rain.”
“Ah, shit. Poor kid.”
“I’d wait for her to come downstairs before you get changed.”
“Probably a good call.” He moved around you and pulled out the brown sugar and flour and passed both of them to you. “And how was your day?”
“Camrac still hasn’t been fired, so, you know, it wasn’t great.” You grin at his muffled chuckle. “It was fine, nothing unexpected. I’m sure I’ll think of something worthwhile to tell you later.”
He smiled. “Looking forward to it.” He took the mixing bowl from your hands and covered the top with a towel, then put it in the fridge to chill. Then he pulled on the oven mitts and carefully removed the pizza from the oven.
Ahsoka appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, wearing one of your softest sweaters and some of Rex’s shorts, rubbing at her eye.
“Hey, kid.”
“Hi Rex.” She walked toward him and tucked herself into his side, his arm tightly wrapped around her shoulders. “Is that pizza?”
“And there’s cookie dough in the fridge.” You sliced the pizza and grabbed some plates. “Movie?”
She nodded. “Movie.”
The three of you arranged yourselves on the couch and got lost in the film. When the pizza and cookie dough were gone, Ahsoka’s head ended up in Rex’s lap, and his head ended up on your shoulder.
His eyes fluttered open as the credits started to roll. “I missed it?”
You snickered and kissed his cheek. “That’s why we picked one we’d all seen before.” You glanced down at the Togruta and smiled softly. “Will you carry her upstairs?”
“Yeah, I’ve got her, you go turn down the bed.”
You crouch down to her level and place a warm hand on her shoulder. “‘Soka?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re gonna take you upstairs.” She started to sit up and open her eyes, but you increased the pressure on her shoulder just barely. “Rex will carry you, baby, just lift your head.”
She did as you instructed and Rex lifted her easily, then they followed you up the stairs. You pulled the covers back on the spare bed, then tucked her in when Rex set her down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then you plugged in a soft night light before closing the door.
Rex already had the shower running when you entered the en suite bathroom of your room, and you groaned as the eucalyptus scented steam filled the space. “You spoil me.”
“I treat you exactly the way you deserve.”
You both stripped down and stepped into the shower, grateful once again you installed the overhead shower head when you first moved in.
Rex’s hair was easy to wash, and you had him purring for you as you scratched product into his scalp.
He happily returned the favor.
The rain finally stopped as the two of you dried off, changed into pajamas, and slipped into bed. Rex, the living furnace, opened his arms and let you curl into him, your head on his chest. He hummed in contentment as he stroked his fingers up and down your back. Your eyes slowly started to close, and you hummed back.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Your family, all under one roof, safe and dry and warm.
Rex’s feelings for you have been steadily growing for a while now, but he believes they’re his own burden to bear. When he gets injured, he thinks you might feel the same. When you get injured, he knows for certain.
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: blood and injury
word count: 2,600
a/n: this wip has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I finally got around to finishing it. I’m excited to be writing again!
Rex’s affection is a slow, steady thing. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, not when he leads the rest of his life with such level headed strength, but it does. He doesn’t notice the way it settles into the cradle of his ribs, the way it blinks into existence. It falls into place like the stars after a sunset, small bursts of light piercing the dark a handful at a time until there is no question that the sky is full—near bursting.
The sun seems to set quicker each time Rex sees you, the stars in his heart brighter with every passing day. If it weren’t for his practiced composure and unwavering respect for your position on the Resolute, that affection just might spill out of him, tearing him apart at the seams, his body alone no longer enough to contain his feelings.
But his emotions are his own, and you haven’t asked, nor offered, to help bear them.
You’re a medic on the Resolute, one of the few faces onboard that doesn’t match all the others on the Star Destroyer. That distinction alone was enough to spark gossip among the men when you were first assigned to work alongside the 501st.
Rex didn’t think much of it at the time. Gossip rarely holds weight, and he’s never put any stock in it. A new medic, nat-born or clone, is simply something the 501st was in need of. He didn’t think much of the matter beyond the benefit of having additional hands in the medbay. Maybe he would have paid more attention to the gossip if he had met you before the talk died down. It wasn’t until later, after a particularly rough skirmish that left more men than he felt comfortable with on bed rest, that Rex finally met you.
You were bouncing around between beds, checking in with the men still on bed rest, when he first saw you. Easy smile, mellow mannered, kind—these are the things about you that stood out to Rex.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Captain,” you greeted as you stepped by him. Of course you already knew of him. His position on the Resolute made it near impossible to not be involved in at least some rumors, just as your status as a non clone made you stand out.
“Likewise,” he said, the word feeling oddly heavy on his tongue. He had no way of knowing at the time that the first seeds of attraction were already starting to take root. Admiration and attraction can feel a lot alike in their early stages. Maybe it was a mix of both that caused words to fail him.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” you asked, pausing what you were doing to give Rex your full attention, gaze boring into him with an unexpected weight—like a tractor beam pulling him into your eyes. The steady hold of your gaze was nearly too much to handle. Rex dragged his own eyes away from you then, choosing instead to take in the scene around him, needing a distraction. Most of the beds were full, but enough time had passed since the skirmish that all of the men still in the medbay were stable, and many almost ready to leave.
“I just wanted to check in on them,” Rex said, nodding at the beds behind you.
“Of course.” You smiled.
The interaction was brief. You had things to do, and Rex wasn’t in the medbay just to see you—that would come later. But, despite the brevity of the meeting, it was enough for him to get a sense of who you are, enough for you to wiggle your way into his heart—just a little.
Rex’s affection is a slow, steady thing. By the time he finally realizes just how much of him you really hold, it is too late to change course.
—♡—
The blood spills from his side slowly. Ever-slipping time allowed the wound to begin clotting, but it’s too big, too deep to heal fully on its own. The blood sticks to his blacks, the still wet stain difficult to see on the already dark colored cloth.
He was hit by a piece of shrapnel during the last battle. An exploding tank sent pieces of the vehicle and broken droids his way. For the most part, he managed to escape injury, but something managed to nick his side in one of the places his armor fails to cover. Only his now ruined blacks stood between the shrapnel and his skin.
It will hurt to pull the fraying fabric from torn flesh, but when the time comes, he will grit his teeth and bear it. Rex has been through worse, no doubt, and he surely will again in the future. It’s why he waited to seek out treatment. There are others who need it more, those who might not survive without immediate attention. He doesn’t want to be a hindrance when doing so could harm others.
Instead of seeking out a medic, he distracts himself. He focuses on what can be done, takes steps that will result in the closest thing to a positive outcome after a battle. He doesn’t expect a medic to seek him out, especially not you.
You walk over to him without hesitation, like you’re singularly focused on reaching him, and Rex wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. The scowl tugging at the corner of your lip and creasing your brow, an unfamiliar expression on your usually smiling face, is aimed directly at him. He has never seen you angry like this before. Even with the harsh look that will inevitably be accompanied by a scolding when you reach him, the sight of you sends his world spinning.
Maybe he lost more blood than he thought.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You speak as you approach.
“My job,” he responds. This whole conversation seems wrong. While your question was delivered with a tone that made the words sound more like a scolding, his own statement, which should have held an assurance fitting for a Captain, sounds unsure.
“Kix mentioned you might be injured,” you say. Rex’s hand raises to his side in reflex, cradling the air above his injury but not making contact with the laceration beneath. You hum knowingly, stepping closer to get a better look.
You swat Rex’s hand aside as you bend down, taking in the injury without actually touching the wound. It’s difficult to see the full extent of what happened with Rex’s blacks still in the way, but the still wet blood soaking into the fabric tells you plenty.
“I wish you had come to me,” you admonish, pulling out a medkit from your pack. The supplies are reduced from when the battle started—Rex tries not to linger on the implications of that reduction.
“I had things that needed to get done, just as I’m sure you did.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” You pause what you're doing, looking him in the eye while you talk, as if doing so can make your words sink in. There’s a pained look in your eyes as you speak, like the thought of him being injured makes you hurt with him. It's a look you hide well, but Rex still catches the way you seem to bite your tongue to keep from saying something more.
You turn your focus back to the injury, setting out to do what you can to ensure it heals as thoroughly and efficiently as possible. If you were petty, you just might tug a little harder than necessary while pulling the fabric of his ruined blacks from the wound. You might use more force than needed to eject the stim into his system, or press the bacta patch onto his skin a little firmer than the adhesive calls for. You would remind him of why it’s important to seek out medical treatment as soon as possible. Maybe next time he would come see you sooner.
Instead, you’re gentle with the gash.
You may be unhappy about the fact that Rex got injured, but you’re disinclined to make him hurt anymore than he already does. You can understand why he avoided seeking medical attention, that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it—not when, of all people, Rex is the one who is hurting.
“Please try to be careful,” you say as you finish. You stand up, looking him in the eye once more. Your next words slip out before you can stop them. It’s a quiet, almost confession. “I hate seeing you hurt.”
Before Rex can respond, you step away, off to hunt down others who tried their best to avoid medical attention. Rex is left to wonder if your words were said as a medic, or as something from the heart, something personal. His cheeks warm at the thought.
Is it wrong for him to hope for more?
—♡—
“KARK!” The expletive is followed by a series of quieter grumbles and moans. You pull your hand from the drawer to cradle near your chest, eyes burning with unshed tears as you attempt to take in the damage.
Blood bubbles up from your palm, welling for just a moment before spilling over. It drips down your wrist and onto the once sterile floor below.
“Who in Sith Hells keeps a vibroblade with the notepads?” You grumble.
“Surely not a medic.” You startle despite the familiarity of the voice, turning around to see who has entered the medbay. Rex is taking your hand in his own before you fully process who is standing beside you. His touch is gentle against the delicate skin, his calloused hand nearly as warm as the now throbbing wound on yours. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you say. “Nothing a little bacta and a bandage can’t fix.”
He doesn’t seem to believe you, his frown deepening as you brush off the cut like it’s nothing. Despite the guilt that settles in your gut for being the cause of his displeasure, your cheeks warm at the thought of his concern.
“Can I help you? Will you let me?” He is already herding you towards one of the beds, guiding you to sit on the edge so that he can gather the necessary supplies. You sigh, not wanting to trouble him any more than you already have, but concede.
“Fine. But clean your hands,” you demand before telling him where the necessary supplies are kept.
Rex does as you say without a fuss.
“Are you sure you don’t need stitches?” he asks, brows furrowing as he takes in the wound. He doesn't shy away, used to seeing much worse on a regular basis. It makes your heart sink to think about how much he has seen—how much he has lost.
“Yes, fortunately. The bacta will be enough.”
Rex works silently, apologizing when you hiss at the touch of bacta to the wound but not breaking his concentration from the task at hand. He works with the diligence of a soldier. With his attention directed solely on your injured hand, you are given a chance to admire him.
It’s a habit that started the first time you met him and has only gotten worse with time. You had heard about the Captain of the 501st. His loyalty unwavering, his mind steady and well balanced while his General is so fond of taking risks. You didn’t expect the softened look in his brown eyes. Falling for him was easy.
“Hey Rex, did you need something from the medbay?” you ask, needing something to distract yourself from his steady hands, from the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes, from his singular focus on you—even if it is just because you’re injured.
“Hmm?” He looks up for the first time since he started treating the wound. It’s fully bandaged now, and the pain has all but subsided thanks to the soothing cool of bacta. “Kix said you were in here.”
His eyes flick away from yours and he clears his throat. It’s not the first time he’s sought you out in the medbay for the simple reason of enjoying your company, but still the decision seems to leave him embarrassed.
He switches the topic before you can respond.
“You need to be careful. How can you patch me up if you don’t have any hands to work with?” Rex jokes, a small smile stretching across his lips, eyes gleaming.
“You know I’m always careful. Of the two of us, you’re the reckless one.”
You reach out to shove his shoulder, laughing as you do. There isn’t any strength behind it, it’s just a teasing gesture, but you reach out with your injured hand. The aching sting of a cut sets your nerves alight immediately, and you hiss as you pull the hand back to your chest. The bandage holds strong, no blood leaking through, but that doesn’t stop the pain.
Rex pulls the hand back to him, his grip feather light as he traces the edges of the bandage. His brow furrows in concern and it takes an effort not to reach out and smooth the evidence of his worry. You can’t help but think: It’s the perfect spot to place a kiss.
“Does it hurt a lot?” He asks, growing serious again.
“Just a little.” The thought of kissing Rex must still be stuck in your brain because, before you can stop the words from slipping out, you add, “Maybe you can kiss it better?”
Rex’s eyes go comically wide, lips parting but no words coming out. Your words surprised him, more than either of you thought possible. You go to pull away, to come up with some excuse about why he doesn’t have to. You try to think of a way to tell him that you didn’t mean it like that (you did), and that he can just forget about it. It was a joke (it wasn’t). The two of you could laugh it off. But Rex’s mind catches up with your request before you can brush it away.
He takes your hand, still cradled gently in his own, and presses his lips to a spot on your palm that wasn’t sliced open by the vibroblade. They linger there for just a moment before he pulls back, keeping your hand by his heart.
You haven’t offered to help bear the weight of Rex’s feelings for you, but your question is a request for him to see your own, and a hope that he might reciprocate. He can hardly believe it to be true.
He needs to be sure.
Rex brings a hand up to your cheek, his fingers barely brushing against the skin there, and it's your turn to be left in shock. Eyes wide, lips parted, a mirror of Rex just moments ago.
“Does it feel better?” he asks. He leans in closer, merely waiting for permission to kiss you properly.
“I don’t know. I think you should try it again.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but it’s all the answer he needs.
Rex’s hand finds a proper place against your cheek, and then he kisses you. His lips are soft against your own, and any worries either of you might have had slip away.
The kiss is short and sweet, merely testing the waters, but it’s enough to leave you in a daze. You’ve wanted to kiss him for a long time. You wonder if he has wanted it for just as long (you think, maybe, he has).
You hum, a smile growing wide across your lips, and say, “I’m definitely feeling better now.”
I accidentally deleted this post (what's up with tumblr not asking you to confirm it???), so I'm posting it again! (I'm stupid and was trying to do things too quickly 😅
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Rex sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly as he turned to face you. “I have to go, mesh’la,” he explained. “Echo and Gregor called; they’ve got new information about where the clones are being kept. This could be the breakthrough we’ve been waiting for.”
“And you were just going to sneak out without so much as a ‘see ya later, mesh’la’,” you frowned, dropping your voice into a poor imitation of his. “No, you’ll just go and disappear again.”
“Mesh’la, you know I have to go when I’m called - we talked about this,” he pointed out, scowling.
“You talked, Rex. You did,” you scoffed, your arms crossing over your chest protectively. “You told me all about your responsibilities to your brothers.”
“Exactly, I-”
“What about your responsibilities to me?”
Rex couldn’t answer that. He had his arms chained to your house and his legs to a gunship. At least, that’s how it felt. The hurt hiding behind anger in your voice was tearing him in half.
Your hands dropped to your sides as you finally broke the eye contact you’d been bewitching him with. “I can’t keep having the same argument. I’m never going to be a priority for you, am I?” you said, quickly holding up one hand to add “you know what? You don’t have to answer that.”
You didn’t need to look back up at him to know his gaze was still locked on you; sad, brown eyes taking in each of your movements.
Rex stood silently watching as you closed the distance between you. Barely looking at him, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Take care of yourself, Rex,” you whispered, flashing a brief, forced smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “And your brothers.”
With that, you turned back towards your door, letting the tears that had been building up behind your eyes finally fall down your cheeks. You swiped at them with your arm as you closed your door behind you.
Outside, Rex stopped breathing. Simultaneously - somehow - he couldn’t process what had just happened and was processing it all a little too much.
He couldn’t hear his comm’s repeated pinging, signaling Echo’s arrival on-world. He could only hear your voice, sad, angry, disappointed - sad about him, angry with him, disappointed in him.
It didn’t take long for his well-used military training to kick in; two casualties, but the mission must continue.
He fit his helmet over his head, refusing to allow anyone to see the tears stinging his eyes.
Can I please get some romantic Rex doing something ordinary with me? Like watching movies or something? Thank you
Hi Anon! I'm going with end of a long week domestic vibes. Hope that's okay!
Rex got everything ready while you finished up at work. He had ordered food because cooking seemed like a tall order after the week you'd both had and it was delivered just a few minutes before he expected you. He stood in front of the couch looking at his work. Popcorn ready, sweet snacks, and some drinks were placed on the table. He answered the door and tipped the delivery driver. Several minutes later you came home, looking wiped, but face lighting up when you saw him.
"What's all this," you asked.
"Holomovie night," he replied. "Easy dinner, easy cleanup," he added, gesturing to the food he was dishing out.
You walked over to him and hugged him while he stood there with a plate of food in each hand. He turned his head slightly to kiss you and whispered, "nothing to do tonight but relax."
You got settled on the couch and turned on one of your favorite movies. You'd both seen it so many times, it had become a comfort movie for both of you. You ate in peace, leaning on each other and laughing at the same dumb jokes as the last time you watched this holo. After finishing with dinner, Rex laid back and pulled you to lay against him. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back. He grinned when, while still watching the movie, you grabbed some popcorn and attempted to put it in his mouth. He gently grabbed a piece with his lips and kissed you after eating it. He held you a little closer and smiled to himself.
Summary: Rex escorts you back to your apartment, ready to continue what you started on the rooftop.
A/N: Part two continuation of Protector, however this can be read independently.
Warnings: the softest fluff, smut, virgin!rex, light alcohol use
Word Count: 3.1k
**I am also incorporating a few smut prompt requests by using
29. “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”
35. “Leave your hand there, sweetheart, it feels good.”
gif cred: joel-millerr
The pure lustful excitement you both felt encouraged your hurried pace back to your apartment. Neither of you spoke much after exiting the rooftop from the tightening tension.
The crowds of the city district had thinned, making you two feel preciously alone in your short journey. No matter his attempt to hide it, a sweet smile never left his lips. You had to admit, you were nervous. You'd had a fair amount of experience in that department, but he would be the first you really loved. You weren't sure how experienced he was, but you imagined his duties never allowed him much time for such activities.
You wanted to hold his hand and walk next to him with your body as close to him as your pace would allow, but you couldn't risk anyone seeing a clone trooper act inappropriately, so you had to hold yourself back. His fingers brushed against yours, igniting a spark, and you both shot each other a glance.
Gods, this was the most heated tension you'd ever felt with a man.
"My apartment is just right up here" You muttered as you approached your building. It, too, was quiet and empty, all except the overnight security guard, who recognized you immediately.
"Good evening, Y/N" He smiled warmly before noticing the man towering behind you, "Oh, and good evening to you, too, Captain" He said surprised, not used to you having any company escort you home. It wouldn't go unnoticed that Rex wouldn't be returning any time soon, and you blushed at that realization.
"Good evening, sir" Rex politely returned the greeting.
You smiled, your heart fluttering by just the sound of his voice.
Rex followed closely behind you as you approached the door. Your fingers trembled, causing your keys to tumble out of your hand. Rex quickly bent down to grab them, and inserted the key to unlock the door for you.
"Thank you" You said, slightly embarrassed.
"After you" He instructed, and you guided him inside your studio apartment.
You placed your bag and other belongings down on your dining table, and hesitated to turn around and make eye contact with him.
Why were you so nervous?
"So uh-" Rex began before you cut him off.
"Yeah, so this is my place. It's um, it's not much but...it's cozy" You attempted to fill the void that was this inevitable awkwardness.
"It's more than I have to call home" Rex said somberly, "I think it's lovely, Y/N"
"Thank you" You shyly responded, "Would you like a glass of wine?" You asked, moving to your stereo to put on some soft piano music, something that often brought you comfort.
"Yeah, that sounds great" Rex sounded relieved. You knew you both needed something to relax your shaking nerves, "Is it okay if I remove my armor?"
"Yes, of course. Please make yourself comfortable" you insisted. Unbeknownst to him, you watched as he carefully removed the armor from his body, placing it on the ground. Seeing the blacks underneath, resting tight against his body, was breathtaking, but you tried not to stare and swallowed in anticipation.
"You can have a seat if you'd like" You offered, knowing that the only place to sit was your bed. He looked around, noticing this, and gently sat down.
You poured the wine into two of your nicest glasses and walked them over to the bed, sitting down closely next to him. Handing him the glass, your fingertips brushed against one another, and you felt another spark.
The crisp citrus notes of your chilled white wine coated your tongue before travelling down your throat, warming your insides immediately. Rex also looked pleased with the taste.
"I've never actually had wine before, but I really like this"
"Oh really? It's my go-to drink for relaxing" You noted.
He smiled, having nothing more to say about your drinks. You both sipped in silence for a moment before Rex looked at you with admiration.
"What?" You asked.
"You really do look wonderful tonight" He complimented you. Your cheeks, although red from the alcohol, blushed even harder.
You two talked for a while, slowly sipping your tall glasses of wine in between your words. As you finished them, Rex seemed to loosen up a bit, as did yourself. Your intentions and desires pushed themselves to the front of your brain, eliminating any worries you had. You laughed together, soaking in the extended alone time with each other that neither of you were used to.
You weren't sure who would make the first move now, but with the way you both eyed each other's lips, it was bound to happen soon.
"It means a lot to me that you let me share my special place on the rooftop with you tonight"
"Not even Ahsoka has been up there?"
You shook your head, "Nope, just you".
His eyes glimmered, feeling special for the first time in a very long time.
You rested your hand upon his knee, and as you stared at him, you felt a deeper tension making its presence known. You both shared the instinct to lean in at the same time and softly pressed your lips together. The warmth of your tipsiness and the warmth of his mouth heated you entirely. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose as the intensity grew suddenly.
Your mouth parted slightly, allowing him access to slip his tongue onto yours. You moaned slightly, earning the same sound in response from him. Your hand gracefully travelled up his thigh, never breaking the contact between you two.
His hand cupped your face as he did before on the rooftop, this time he did not hold back, pulling you passionately into him. His other hand mimicked your own, inching up the length of your thigh, stopping short of arriving where you began to ache for him.
You deepened the kiss, wrapping your mouths more messily together as your lust burned with every passing second. You kept your hand close to his growing erection, and placed the other on the back of his neck.
Rex's whimpering was needy, and you couldn't resist giving him more. You sat up onto your knees and swung one leg over to straddle his hips tightly. He bucked up into you, his hands travelling to rest on your waist.
"Y/N" He whispered as he suddenly broke the kiss.
"Is everything okay?" You asked, noticing the concerned look on his face.
"Yes, I just...I've never" He stumbled over his words, refusing to look at you now, "I've never done this before" He quickly finished his sentence. You weren't surprised, and wanted to show him that you would be good to him and make it special. You smiled as you softly pulled his attention back to you.
"Its okay, Rex" You began, consoling his worries, "We can stop if its too much"
"I wouldn't dream of wanting to stop anything that we are doing" He breathed, "I just thought...you wouldn't want to if you knew that"
"Of course I want to, Rex. I want you" You reassured. He smiled back. "Let me take care of you".
“I don't really know what I'm doing...I mean, I know but..." He struggled to explain. You were sure some of the other guys had experience and he probably heard stories from them. You cupped his cheeks and guided him to look at you. He melted in your gaze. "Y/N, just know...I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, you just have to say it" He whispered.
You nodded, returning your lips to his suppleness and eliminating any distance between your heated bodies. His confidence was evident, letting his hands roam your waist before travelling up your back.
Your fingers lingered under the edge of his shirt, lifting gently. You pulled it with both hands, and Rex raised his arms, making it easier for you to remove his clothing. Before you could attack his mouth again, you stared in awe. The candle you had lit beside the bed illuminated every sharp edge of his torso. It was at this moment that you realized you'd never even seen his bare arms before.
You did everything except literally drool at the sight. He blushed as he watched your reaction.
"Rex...stars...you're beautiful" You admired him.
"No, Y/N. I've never even known beauty until the moment I first saw you" He said quietly, scanning over every detail of your face in awe. How do you even respond to something so sweet?
You traced every curve of his muscles, infatuated with his perfection. He watched you, studying your every move and expression. In your distraction, you hadn't noticed Rex's fingertips travelling beneath the hem, feeling the warm of your lower stomach against his palms.
"Is this okay?" He requested your consent. You agreed with a nod, and helped him peel the shirt from your body. His mouth dropped open as your chest came into view. You watched him now, knowing this was likely the first time he'd seen this sight in such an intimate way.
His arousal was unsubtle, as the hardened length you already felt pressed between your legs while you straddled him grew larger. You bit your lip instinctively and rolled your hips into him to create a sweet friction. He tensed against you, unfamiliar with how this sensation felt at the touch of another person and not his own hand.
"Lie down" You instructed for him to rest in the middle of the bed. You stood to your feet, allowing him the space to get comfortable. You placed a pillow below his head before slowly pulling your pants off, facing away from him to give him a better view of your ass.
He moaned quietly, quickly covering it up by clearing his throat. How cute.
You turned to him now, shooting daggers into him as you seductively removed your underwear, leaving every inch of your skin completely bare for him to see. His brows furrowed in desperation, so eager for you.
"Y/N, stars, you are so perfect" He muttered to you, sitting up on his elbows, waiting for you to return to him on the bed. You crawled onto the mattress and planted delicate kisses along the length of his chest and abdomen, moving slowly down to his more sensitive regions.
You gripped his pants, tugging tightly, asking him to lift his hips. He did so, and you removed them, bringing his underwear with them. Rex looked at you intently, anxiously awaiting your reaction as his cock sprung free.
He was bigger than you expected. Thicker, too. Your jaw dropped slightly, which he took notice of. You saw him blush a deep shade of red, flattered by your reaction but unsure of what to say about it.
"Oh my gods" You whispered, taking him into your gentle grip. His hips jolted at the bare touch of your palm around his throbbing shaft. You lightly graced your fingertips up and down, placing little pressure. You spit into your hands to lubricate your motions, and stroked him firmly now.
He moaned loudly now, letting his confirmations of pleasure be known to you. You moved your face level with his as you hovered above him, continuing to stroke him. Your energy dominated over him. He submitted to you happily, melting beneath you as you pumped your hand steadily.
“Does that feel good, Rex?” You whispered.
“Y-yes” Was all he could mutter.
You lightly massaged his balls, and he gasped at the new sensation. You didn’t hold it there long before trying to stroke him again.
“Leave your hand there, sweetheart, it feels good” He pleaded.
You smirked before kissing him again softly and continued to palm him. He couldn’t hold back his whines, releasing them into your mouth instead.
“Can you…” He breathlessly started, “put your mouth…” he was too shy to ask, but you knew he wanted your lips around his cock. It was cute for him to tell you what he wanted. You giggled, nodding before you leaned down to place him into your mouth.
“Fuck” He groaned. Your arousal was encouraged further by his use of profanities. He rarely spoke like that, and he would have normally been embarrassed by such language around you, but you had him in your grasp, and he was in heaven, "That f-..that feels so good"
Your tongue circled around him as you bobbed up and down. His hips instinctively bucked up, shoving him deep into the back of your throat. You audibly gagged, something that often happened when you went down on a guy, but he quickly leaned up with concern.
"A-are you okay?" He frantically asked. You could've melted right there for how much he cared for you.
"Yes, Rex. Don't worry about me. Relax" you encouraged him to lie back down. You didn't want to say 'oh yeah that happens a lot'. Because the last thing you want to mention is how 'experienced' you were.
He nodded before returning to his position. You continued working your mouth around him with fluid motions, curling your neck with your pumping. Your eyes locked with his, and you observed his agape lips and lustful eyes. Your fingers travelled to his balls again to fondle them gently while you sucked him off.
His moans, while delightful, became shaky and you felt that he may have been close to his climax. You pulled away from his cock slowly, popping it against your tongue before smiling up at him.
You placed both knees on either side of his hips once again. He rested his hands gently on your hips, and you knew he wasn't sure what to do from there.
“Touch me, Rex” You tried to help him.
“Where?” He said with uncertainty.
“Wherever you want, my love”
He looked unsure still, and you wanted to make him comfortable.
"Here" You guided his fingers, leading them to your deprived arousal where you were dying for his touch. He palmed and rubbed you delicately. You whimpered softly, and you watched his proud reaction of bringing you pleasure. You rolled your hips against his fingers.
You hoped you were doing everything in your power to make this a meaningful first time for him. He looked up at you while he worked at you with his hands. Your whines were the only signal he needed to keep going. He reacted to your every move, focusing only on how you felt. You were finding it hard to believe he'd never done this before.
You gripped his wrist gently, pulling his fingertips away from your skin. You raised your hips up slightly, taking his cock into your hand to guide it to your entrance.
"Are you ready?" You asked him, knowing how new this was to him.
"More than I will ever be" He assured.
With that assurance, you lowered yourself slowly, allowing both of you to take in the feeling of such wonderful closeness. His moans broke as your walls encased him. Your hands pressed into his chest to give yourself leverage as you began to ride him.
"Kriff...Y/N. You feel so incredible" He moaned confidently, entranced with your warmth now.
The way you devoured each other with a relentless gaze was the most intimate feeling you'd ever experienced. It was as if you lost yourself in how he felt inside you, and how you felt about him, and it took your mind to another galaxy. Aside from your undeniable pleasure, you'd never felt so warm and so safe in someone's company before.
You would never expect him to last long...not with it being his first time, and you hoped he'd feel no shame about it.
As you rode him faster, your hips began to bounce on him, curling your hips with every seat. He grabbed your waist while you took care of him, loving the way it looked when he disappeared inside you. It was incomparable to any other feeling he'd known.
"I've waited so long for this, Rex" You cried as your whines trailed closely behind his name falling from your lips.
"Me too, Y/N" He breathed, "Every day, I thought of this" He admitted.
You smirked, knowing it was just as often for you, too.
"I touch myself just thinking of your cock inside me" You whispered, wanting to talk dirtier to him, unsure how he'd respond to it.
'Yeah? I dreamt of this, sweetheart" He concurred, "I dreamt of burying myself inside you".
You smiled sweetly at him, earning the same in response. You leaned down to attack his parted lips again, quickly pressing your tongue into his mouth. He welcomed you eagerly, bringing his hands to your hair, running them through your strands and pulling you into him.
"Y/N I think I'm...I think I'm going to cum soon" He spoke against your lips.
"Cum for me, Rex" You pleaded. He fell apart so beautifully, his body beginning to tremble beneath you. You leaned forward to press your chest against his, allowing his arms to wrap around your back so you could hold each other close.
His whimpers were precious and delicate as they were released into your ear. A tingling ran down your body, readying yourself for him to finish inside your clenching walls. You were obsessed with the way he sounded against you, wishing to hear even more.
But it was then that he reached his climax and crumbled for you. His moans sputtered and his grip around you tightened significantly. You held him in comfort, letting his first orgasm inside you be intimate and intoxicating. You felt the warmth of his seed seep into you as his grip loosened around you.
His breathing was rapid, as was yours, as you let him steadily ride down from his ultimate high. You look down at him, his eyes revealing surprise in what he just felt.
"I love you" You suddenly blurted, hoping to gods that he felt the same way.
"I love you, too, Y/N" He instantly reciprocated, hesitating for not a single second.
Your heart fluttered at his gentle and unexpected words while his length still rested inside of you. You delicately removed him, letting his cock lay against his lower abdomen.
You lied next to him now, resting your head on his chest that still rose and fell rapidly from his quickened heartbeat.
"I am so happy to hear you say that" You broke the silence again.
He smiled down at you, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
"Thank you" He said, his voice breaking subtly. He didn't want to cry, he refused to allow himself, but the compassion you'd just shown him and the intimacy of what you'd just shared was overwhelming to him, and he had trouble processing it at first.
"No, Rex, thank you...For trusting me to be your first" You replied.
You don’t know when you fell into the habit of bringing the Captain flowers, but now that you started you can’t seem to stop, not when he takes you in with such a soft look each time you do.
genre: fluff
word count: 1,300
a/n: This went a very different direction than I thought it was going to, but that’s okay! Rex deserves to be given flowers ♡
“Here, these are for you,” you say, shoving a small bundle towards Rex. Your hand shakes as you stretch it towards the man, and you hope the suddenness of your actions is enough to distract him from the uncontrollable movement.
He stares at you for just a moment, amber eyes blown wide in surprise, before he reaches for your outstretched hand. His calloused fingers brush against yours for a lingering moment before he allows them to settle there, your tremor persisting even as he holds you steady, but he doesn’t comment on it.
You forgot just how warm he is. The heat of his skin seeping into yours is more comfortable than should be possible and makes it difficult for you to focus on why you came to see him in the first place. Rex uncurls your fingers with a gentleness that, if you didn’t already know just how careful he could be with delicate things, might have been unexpected from a man of his position.
Rex holds the bundle close to get a better look at what you brought him, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, eyes shining with a new warmth. You’re not sure if he realizes how easily his features slip into something so soft—the way everything he feels shows plainly on his face. It’s no wonder why he is a terrible liar.
Your stomach flips, and for just a moment you think the Resolute has fallen out of hyperspace. You wait for the blaring sound of alarms warning all onboard the starship of imminent danger, but it never comes. The ground stays stable beneath you.
Rex’s gaze returns to your own, the gentle light still shining in them as he takes you in.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, “They’re lovely.”
The interaction shouldn’t feel as embarrassing as it does. This isn’t the first time you brought the Captain of the 501st flowers, but somehow, every time, the exchange leaves your heart pounding. Maybe it’s the fact that you continue to seek out that gentle look the only way you know how that leaves you feeling so awkward. Gifting flowers is such a simple thing, and yet it feels almost too meaningful, too obvious.
You don’t know when you fell into the habit of bringing the Captain flowers, but now that you started you can’t seem to stop, not when he takes you in with such a soft look each time you do.
“Really? They’re not as pretty as some of the others,” you admit. You wring your hands together now that you’re no longer holding anything that you could use to keep yourself distracted.
The flowers aren’t very extravagant. They’re a pretty shade of blue, their tiny faces poking out between long, thin purple leaves. They’re wildflowers from the planet you just left, the little things sprouting up from hard earth around the bases of gnarled and twisted trees. The flowers you bring the trooper are always wildflowers. There hadn’t been much time to pick them while you were planetside, the evidence of your crunch for time visible along the bottom of each stem where you broke them from the rest of the plant, but you couldn’t help yourself. They were the perfect Five Oh One blue, and they reminded you of Rex.
Flowers always remind you of Rex.
“The color is nice,” the Captain offers, his words helping to soothe your nerves. They may not be as beautiful as some of the others, but he still likes them. Your hands still slightly, no longer needing to worry so much. Rex has never given you a real reason to worry, but still you do. You want him to like the flowers.
You want him to like you.
Rex steps back from the doorway and into his room. It’s small, the space barely large enough to fit his bed, a few shelves, and a desk; all of which is bolted to the walls, immovable in the face of hyperspace jumps and battle. Still, the space is his alone, which is more than most of the troopers can say for their sleeping arrangements.
You step into the spot Rex occupied moments before, not wanting to encroach on his space, but not yet ready to walk away. You watch from the doorway as he steps into the small refresher, carrying a metal cup that he “accidentally” took from the mess hall.
He returns moments later, the flowers placed inside the cup like they always are. He sets them on his desk, the only color in the room besides the fading blue paint on his armor.
They look out of place in the best sort of way. If he didn’t seem to genuinely like the flowers you wouldn’t keep bringing them to him, but even he smiles at the little plants as he sets them down.
Rex steps back towards you, warm eyes giving away a growing curiosity, his thoughts spinning with a question that won't go unasked for long.
“Why do you bring me flowers?” he gives voice to his confusion, not for the first time. He keeps his gaze on you, unyielding. Your hands find each other again, as if pulled together by some magnetic force, a clear and unfortunate sign of your anxious nature.
You take a moment to respond, trying desperately to find some sort of answer that you can give him that won’t also give away too much. Finally you settle on: “I don’t know?”
You speak slowly, as if even that weak response is too telling.
The first time he asked you that same question, you told him it was to liven up the place.
“I know the ship's quarters can be pretty bland,” you explained. Kamino, the Resolute, and the barracks on Coruscant are all blank, sterile, void of life despite the people who eat and sleep there. Everything had a purpose. A handful of wildflowers couldn’t do much to change that, but it was still something. The flowers meant more to Rex than you expected they would.
Really, that particular little bundle of yellow, pink, and white flowers had been plucked and given to the Captain as if on instinct, just as the bright orange flowers you gave him the time before had been.
Rex is always dependable and unwavering, constant despite the horrors he faces regularly. He is the exact opposite of you, with your fraying nerves that seem to get in the way of every aspect of your life except your job.
Now that you’ve gotten to know him better, to become friends with him, find some sort of stability in the midst of the storm that always seems to rage inside you, giving him flowers means so much more. It’s the only way you can think of to show him how much you care when your hands and your voice continue to fail you.
Rex gives you a pointed look, and you try your best to revise your answer. It takes you even longer this time to respond, but he waits patiently for you to find the words. And maybe that’s just it—Rex is strong and steady, he pushes but never blindsides. The Captain is genuine, and it draws you in more than you ever anticipated.
You’re too old for a crush to affect you so much.
“They make you happy,” you settle on. Quieter, you add, “I really like seeing you happy.”
He smiles again, wider this time. His teeth flash but the look he gives you is still soft. It’s as if he can hear the words you aren’t saying, the ones that would inform him of just how much he really means to you.
Just one look is enough to send your heart racing again.
He reaches out and takes your hands in his, forcing you to stop your nervous habit. His hands are warm again, how quickly you’ve forgotten.
“I like seeing you happy too.”
a/n: Not everyone can be super confident around their crushes. Some of us are walking disasters instead!
