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hurryupmerlin · 2 months

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My beloved Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly

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"How many sex partners did you have?" Mal asks while his hand draws lazy circles on Ami's bare shoulder.

It's a good time to ask things that would otherwise never be addressed. Heads still woozy with happiness and systems flooded with cuddle hormones so soon after their interlude makes for loose tongues.

"You tell first."

"When I was younger, a couple guys in the showers,” Mal muses. “Nothing serious; we had no idea what we were doing. After the war started I had a guy I met up with every now and then. Hated his guts but he knew how to get the job done."

"How could you sleep with someone you hated?"

Mal shrugs nonchalantly.

"We weren't allowed to stab each other. Had to find a way to resolve our conflicts differently."

"But you liked it?"

"Admittedly." He smirks. "What about you, what's your body count?"

Looking up at the ceiling, Ami answers after a few seconds of reflection: "Sex partners... Just you."

Mal's hand stops its monotonous circular movement and withdraws. He exhales audibly through his nose. For a moment he considers ignoring the statement and moving over to the next topic, but then he speaks out loud what he had been thinking way too often since he met Ami:

"Why do you always lie to me?"

He's used to Ami avoiding the truth, but he can't stop the disappointment from dripping from his every syllable.

In Ami's ears, the accusation rings even worse. He avoids Mal's gaze.

"I'm not lying," he asserts.

But maybe he should've lied. Should've said any number worthy of a nod and a chuckle. Should've made something up about a girl back home or another slave in the camp. Should've let Mal think that he had learned taking dick like everyone else did and that he'd just always been blessed with so little gag reflex, no story behind that.

A tight knot forms in his stomach. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he doesn't want to lie to Mal either. Now he regrets that he didn't stop the question in the first place. He wanted to know more about Mal and that lured him in. Perhaps Mal would have been ready for the second round already, that certainly would've distracted him enough from digging any deeper. Anyway, it's too late now.

Mal just shakes his head.

"Thought we were over hiding our pasts from each other. My mistake."

"Mal...," Ami tries again, struggling for words.

"Never mind," Mal says dismissively and straightens up. The worst thing about it, Ami figures, is that he doesn't even seem angry. Just done.

Mal swings his legs over the edge of the bed, about to leave and Ami sits up quickly, rocks forward and presses his face against Mal's back, wrapping his arms around his lover's hips.

Mal stills and hangs his head.

"I'm sorry," Ami mumbles against Mal's warm skin. "It's– I– I don't want to talk about... It's hard for me to talk about some things."

"That's okay." A cybernetic hand tenderly comes to rest over Ami's. "Don't worry, I still love you."

Being able to hide behind Mal without having to look him in the eye helps.

"I know what you think." Ami can't help the tremor in his voice. What he says next feels like chewing glass. "But lying on your back crying, while someone forces themself in... that isn't sex. Sucking a dick because you're so hungry you already fainted twice that day and desperately want to earn a treat isn't sex."

His voice breaks.

"But Mal, I love you. When I'm sleeping with you it's because I want you. Your kisses make me hard, and I can't get enough of your hands. And the way you say my name... makes it sound like an endearment instead of an insult."

He had hoped he could finish his monologue with a bit of dignity, but no. The tears find their way out and Ami's words crumble into sobs under the strain. The way he's crying now, he's too distraught to filter what comes next as he rambles on:

"And... sometimes you make me laugh while we're at it, how insane is that? I never even knew that was possible. Gosh, when– when you touch me, it feels so right. In my book, that is sex. And I only had sex with you, Mal. No one else."

Mal doesn't move or speak for a whole agonizing minute, just squeezes the hand under his.

He finds it difficult to unpack and sort everything that Ami has served him. The meaning of what he has just learned creeps into him like smoke into lungs. It constricts his throat, sharp-edged and indigestible.

Eventually he says a quiet "I'm sorry."

A multitude of grief and shame hangs in the air, heavy and dark. After all of Ami's words, he feels as if he's supposed to say more, balance it out, and do some healing. But words fail him.

"Only you," Ami says weakly, like a mantra, as his lips graze over the ridges of Mal's spine.

Mal's reply is quiet and soft: "Only you."

#Mal #others ocs #Amiss #my ocs #my writing #mal/ami #cloneshipping #clonecest #tw: mention of SA

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Hi just a reminder that you cannot fucking say you’re against clonec*st/incest or racism and then turn around and support an artist or writer who actively feeds into that crowd no matter how talented they are.

You do it for the master/Padawan shippers easily, so why the fuck is it so hard to do the same to clonec*sters and racists for some of y’all?

#am I talking about two people in particular that I see others still fucking supporting despite people saying they don’t support c/c? yeah #iykyk #and I can gurentee like 90% of the people who do it are white #like bestie it’s not difficult #just don’t support them!#and listen when people tell you that they’re in that crowd!#psa #tw clonecest mention #tw incest mention #kiwiki says fuck #Kiwiki Speaks

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ermakeys · 2 years

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Me, after blocking a whole bunch of people that ship clones:

#disgusting #what a horrible day to have eyes #get the fuck away from me #tw incest #blocked blocked and blocked #clonecest #i might hurl #🤮🤮🤮

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trudemaethien · 1 year

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I'm curious about the paranoid chestburster. Has it anything to do with Aliens who burst out of chests? 😈

it actually does not, but i named it that to remind myself of the horror vibes i want to invoke 😰😈😈

this will be rated E for themes as well as sexual content. So, uh, read further at your own discretion, this isn’t pretty.

[tw rape, noncon somnophilia, abuse, pregnancy]

it’s barely more than an outline right now, but the core concept is this: a clone (either transmasc, or omega male) sleeps in the barracks. the other clones aren’t honorable about it and take advantage of him without his knowledge. like. a lot. and continue to interact normally with him during the day. squadmates. friends. supervisors.

and he’s …not sexually active, so there’s absolutely no reason why he’d conclude pregnancy from the unsettling symptoms he begins to experience. he’s never even kissed a boy!

then the medic he goes to for help after it’s been weeks of not being able to keep his rations down but somehow also can’t buckle his belt anymore, with additional uncharacteristic clumsiness from his changing center of gravity… well. the medic sleeps in the barracks too.

cue horrific gaslighting and creeping paranoia!

i haven’t quite decided on an ending yet but it will be gruesome and dark with zero redeeming value for anyone involved

ANYWAY i hope you don’t regret asking! srynotsry

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ANYWAY i hope you don’t regret asking! srynotsry

#ask answered #ask me #wip title game #fanfiction #star wars tcw #clonecest #im not calling this one shipping #clones #horror #rape tw #pregnancy cw #gaslighting cw #not a happy ending

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clonehub · 2 years

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"ugh they call it clonecest now" y'all are the ones who made the term up it's been around for ages 😭 and it was the ONLY word that existed to describe y'all for years. It's only recently that y'all rebranded as clone ~shippers~. Don't deny your roots babes.

#ch posts #i remember 2014 fanfics .....it was cest not ship #yall know what ur doing #clonecest tw

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wreathedinlaurels-nerd · 2 years

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Heyo so quick reminder !! If you ship Master/Padawan or Clonec*st ships get off my blog and stay away from me 😷 That shit's not okay and I don't want you interacting with me or the stuff I post ❤

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ollovae3 · 2 years

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Watching all this going down a wave of relief is falling over me. I rejoined the fandom last year after having loved Clone Wars as a kid and was bombarded with clonecest. To see so many people saying how shitty and disgusting it is is extremely relieving and nice to see. Especially at this time of the month.

HI. So sorry this is so late, I've been slowly catching up on a million things and I'm here at last!! 😅💕💖

But, thank you so SO much for this, you have no idea of reassuring it was to get this after my posts rather than anon hate as per usual?? And I'm so SO sorry that you've had to deal with that shit storm while trying to just enjoy something new, that's such a mess and I hate that this is something many people have to barge through to participate in the fandom.

I'm glad you're finding support though in posts like mine and my friends'!! I'm always happy to try and exemplify the issues with and around it, and I hope you get to enjoy this fandom a bit more now, with at least a list of those who you can feel safe around?

#star wars #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #cw clonecest mention #tw clonecest mention #anon ask #lovely anon #kisses and hugs for you anon #i hope your travels fare better now that youve got a blocklist and a friends list 😭💕💖

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canichangemyblogname · 2 years

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Clonecest supporters: "Antis DNI and block!"

Also clonecest supporters: *Reblogs posts by people who are vocal against incest* *sends asks to blogs vocal against incest* *fails to tag their posts* *puts fucked up shit in the main tags*

Clonecest supporters: "Fucking Antis."

#cloneshipping #clonecest #codex #echo/fives #foxrex #jessix #dogma/hardcase #waxer/boil #clone/clone #foxthorn #fex #<< some great tags to block if you have not yet #TW: incest #this is a PSA

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grizzersmamma · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clone/Clone - Relationship, Spice/Sweet Squad Characters: Captain Spice, Clone Trooper Marko Additional Tags: Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Description, natborns being assholes, Abuse of Authority Series: Part 3 of Sweet and Spicy Good AU Summary:

Spice relives one of his memories during a nightmare. Some things just can't be forgotten despite how time passes.

(Some graphic descriptions of violence in the first part and the main character panics a little at the end.)

#writing #star wars #the clone wars #clone/clone #clonecest #captain spice #clone trooper marko #nightmare #tw abuse #tw graphic violence

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hurryupmerlin · 1 year

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📖?

[Hey, here's a fun new game. Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

When I tagged this game with "there's just smut in my head" that's exactly what I meant. And by smut I mean MY FAVE HAS TO SUFFERRR

TW: rape

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Tech looks like a virgin, but everyone knows he's a slut. He's done it with half of Tipoca City already, just because he can. He's with Echo now (and holy shit, he's in love), so things slowed down drastically, but he's still allowed to do whatever he wants.

Also, he gets most of his technology from the Republic – later Empire –, but some fancy stuff he has to pay for himself. So he usually earns some pocket money by getting the clones off whenever. It's no big deal and everyone's cool with it, even Echo.

One early evening, he's alone in the Batch's quarter when one of his clone brothers comes in. Things escalate quickly.

Tech's not up for it. But he's also not as physically strong as other clones, so he finds himself pinned to the floor and taken.

"What's the big deal? You had this cock a thousand times."

"That's not the same! Not yours!"

Struggling, Tech somehow manages to get hold of his comlink and sends part of the conversion to the Batch. It's basically just him occasionally whimpering in pain while rationally explaining that please, he doesn't want it, he's not prepared and it hurts. And that this right here is called rape.

And oh boy, that last word gets his squad moving like hyperdrive. Echo's been at the cafeteria separately, so he's the first to reach the quarter. He appears at the door pissed af, with his blaster drawn, unlocked and sure as hell not on stun.

When the rest of the Batch arrive, he's already pulled the guy off Tech and then things escalate a little more and by the end of it, everyone in the room agrees that this has been nothing but a tragic weapon malfunction.

After that day, the veteran ARC trooper has even more wary eyes on him than before when he walks through the hallways.

All Echo wants is to be there for Tech, but he's also super insecure about what's still okay and what might not.

He worries too much.

It takes Tech a whopping three days to recover from the incident and return to his horny self.

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This fic exists in different variations. In one, Echo casually walks in, sees them at it and jokes "are you done fucking my boyfriend yet?" Tech is being threatened to keep it shut and has to find a way to communicate his situation to Echo, so it takes a while for him to realise what's happening. But then he goes absolute apeshit :)

#techxecho #tech/echo #techo #the bad batch #tbb #tw: rape #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #ficlet #chicken writes #pwp #echo/tech #echoXtech #clonecest #ask #askbox #my writing

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Anyone who ships incest and is using Pride Month as a shield and complaining about people speaking out against it for not being “inclusive” listen you because I’m sick of your shit:

Fuck off.

Legitimately, fuck off. Stop using Pride as a scapegoat, you’re not being smart and you’re not in the right for telling people who are against incest shipping that they’re “just like white republican transphobes” or “not being inclusive enough”

Do you think it’s funny to equate your sick, perverted fanfiction and fantasy to things people irl get hatecrimed and killed for?

Do you think it’s cute? It’s smart? It’s correct?

“You’re not being inclusive! Let people ship what they want! It’s just fiction!”

Shut up.

You’re disgusting. Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me. Don’t you DARE use Pride as an excuse.

And I’ll tell you one more thing.

Anyone who is using Pride as an excuse to defend incest Ships? You’re acting just like the Zoos and the MAPs. Who try every year to become part of Pride, who use Pride as an excuse to justify their actions, who tell people that it’s not inclusive to leave them out.

#OK to reblog #tw incest #tw transphobia #I’m so fucking tired of clonecesters of blankshippers of Wincest and Elricest on my fucking dash #I’m tired of seeing Legolas and Thranduil shipped I’m so fucking tired #AND HALF OF YOU FUCKERS DONT EVEN TAG SHIT CORRECTLY #FUCK OFF #kiwiki says fuck

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kyberconfessions · 1 year

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No Matter Where You Go, I Will Find You. Part 7

A/N: Wow everyone! The feed back I recieved today was crazy! I'm so glad so many people hae enjoyed my story! I didn't think anyone was really reading this, so I kept it to myself. But, you've proven me wrong! Once again, the amazing banner was made by Saradika. and, can I just say this now...the heartbreak is ALMOST done, I promise. We're are about to hit that bump. ALSO! if you would like to be added to my taglist, please send me an ask and I'll add you!

As always, this is a 18+ older fic and deals with anxiety, death, sex, PTSD, murder, loss, found family, Order 66, and coming to terms. This is not just a fluff fic. It will very much be dealing with very dark and hard themes, so please, if that is something that can be too hard for you, don’t read. Pairings: Rex x Reader x Cody (polyamory) I should say this is NOT a Rex x Cody fic. There will be ZERO Clonecest on this blog or story. Reader is a consensual relationship with Rex and with Cody. Yes they share, yes they will eventually have sex together, but Cody and Rex are NOT in a relationship nor will they be intimate. TW: Death, Murder, infanticide, death of the Jedi, PTSD, Loss, Anxiety, eating disorders, sleep disorders, Order 66, angst, but ends in fluff. I will add other things as I think about them

Part 7 - The Horrors of War

Obi-Wan stood across from you, a helmetless Cody at his side, the blue light of the battle plans bathing them in a ghostly pallor. Gregor stood next to you, bucket under his arm, listening intently as the General laid out the groundwork for Sarrish. You and your men in Foxtrot were going in to try and help sway the battle. It had already been a horrible, bloody fight, but the 212th Attack Battalion wasn’t going to give up so easily. “Young one, I want you and your men to flank the left side of the trench, while Cody and his men come from the east.” He gestured to different placements on the map, before zooming in towards the trench where he wanted you to go, “If we can cut them off from reinforcements, we might be able to win this battle.” You and Gregor nodded, listening intently to your Master’s orders.

“Cody, do not try to take the guns from the ground. If you look here,” again he zoomed the map out and then back in towards a towering rock face, “This is a promontory on the south side with a pathway in, that is far more dangerous and will cost an unnecessary amount of our men’s lives if you go in that way on foot. It might look appealing, but it will lead to certain death. Focus on the enemy lines here and here, with our gunships. I believe if we attack from two sides, and break their ranks, we will have a better chance of taking Sarrish back.”

Cody studied the battle plans, nodding along to what Obi-Wan said. You all knew this was going to be much more dangerous than any battle so far. “Hey Adi’ka,” Gregor leaned in and whispered in your ear, “wanna bet Cody is going to roundhouse a few clankers and have the medbay up in arms about it...again?” You covered your face when a giggle threatened to break out. “Only if you take a bet that Master Kenobi is going to pretend that the 20 cups of caf he’s downed in the last six hours isn’t going to make him vibrate through a wall.” You and Gregor were so busy giggling and cracking jokes that you missed the annoyed look from Cody. “Captain Gregor, Commander, is there anything you would like to add to the briefing? Or are you two finished?” Cody glared at both of you, far too tired and stressed to entertain your joking attitude. Gregor stood up straighter and leaned away from you. “Uh, no. No Marshall Commander. Just, uh, just ready to get in there and break some clankers, is all.” Cody didn’t answer, only raised his eyebrow at you with a glare, detached resentment clear on his face. Though he loved you, there were times you weren't sure he actually liked you. Sometimes you wondered if he would eventually tire of you and move on. The look in his eye and slight sneer of his lip wasn't helping.

You glanced away, biting your lip, but soon caught the gaze of your Master. “Sorry, Master.” your eyes fell away from the tired look Obi-Wan was giving you and started studying the leather ties on your shoes. “This mission is far more dangerous than what we have dealt with before, my young Padawan. I want you to be as prepared as you can be. One wrong move can cost us our lives.” If there was one thing that could get you to feel like you weren’t doing your best, it was that tone of voice from Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Yes, Master.”

Obi-Wan and Cody went back to discussing the upcoming battle, going over every inch of the map. You swallowed thickly, trying to fight off the sting of tears in your eyes. You hated disappointing them. But lately it seemed as if that's all you did. Everything you did was wrong and you didn’t know why. You tried to do right, but you were beginning to crack and you were too afraid to ask for help. You were just tired. You just needed a break. All of Foxtrot did. Hopefully, after the campaign, you and your men could get some shore leave. Maybe then you could fix things. Maybe Cody and you could find some common ground. Maybe you wouldn't be such a disappointment to him. Maybe he'd start to like you again. It also wouldn't hurt to see Rex once more. You missed him.

Gregor glanced at you sideways, eyes soft at your crestfallen look. He knew how much the General and Marshal Commander cared for you, but he also hated how often they forgot that you were only 18. You were just a kid. They expected too much from you. He was the Clone Commando, not you. Very slowly, trying not to be detected, he scootched towards you, attempting to get close enough to whisper in your ear again without having to lean over. “First one to 500 clankers destroyed wins. Loser buys a round of Fried Endorian Tip-yip?” Your eyes dart to him, but he’s staring straight ahead, feigning interest in whatever Cody is arguing about for drop points. “Ye...yeah.” “Don’t let them be too hard on you Ad’ika. And don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re stronger than you know. And the next time those two make you frown like that, I’m going to call Boss and Sev. We’ll have a conversation with them.” “Thanks, Gregor.” “Of course Ad’ika. I’ll always be in your corner.”

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“Gregor! On me! We have to get back to the ships! Fall Back! Fall Back!” There were explosions all around you, bombs throwing dark sand and shrapnel everywhere, hitting your men. You could taste the burning powder from the shots mix with blood in your mouth and feel the electric ozone dancing on your skin. The dirt and sweat burned your eyes, but still you fought, swinging your saber around, trying to volley blaster bolt after blaster bolt away from your men. You had made the order to retreat towards the mountain range, but your men were still getting hit, still dying.You could hear the screams and cries, bodies littered across the ground, your heart hurting as you ran past them, unable to help.

"Mayday! Mayday! This is the Jedi Commander of the 212th, I need immediate evac! West side of the trenches! We're getting killed out here!!" You were screaming into your comm, trying to get some sort of support for your men, trying to get them out. Each breath burned your lungs, making you choke on your words. Gregor caught up and stood behind you, back to back, shooting at the droids who just kept coming.

You had never seen anything like it, so many spider droids, it was like staring out into the ocean, wave after wave of droids beating against the rocky grounds.Gregor looked over his shoulder at you with sad eyes and made his decision. He grabbed another Clone running by, by the pauldron, and shoved him towards you, “Chopper, get the Commander to the Evac ships! Go, that’s an order!”

"No!” you screamed, eyes wide and jaw slacked, “No, no, no no! No Gregor, I'm not leaving you!" You tried to argue, he was your best man, your best friend, you were not going to leave him there to die. “Please don’t do this! Please! You have to come with us! You have to come with me! Please, Gregor! Stay with me!”

There was another explosion close to you, causing you all to flinch as dirt was thrown over you. Gregor turned and pulled your forehead to his, pressing you against the plastoid of his bucket. The dirt on your face smeared down as you sobbed, tears falling from your eyes. You choked on your words, begging him to not leave you, begging him to keep going.

"It's okay, Ad'ika. It's okay. I'll always be with you."

He pulled away and pushed you towards Chopper, "Chopper, Go! Get her to safety! That's an order!"

Then he was gone. You watched helplessly, pulled away towards the retreat, screaming and fighting to be let go so you could go after him. But Gregor ran towards the droids, commando blaster in one hand, vibroblade in the other.

Something shifted, suddenly it was hot, too hot, it ripped the air from your lungs, burning your eyes and nose. You saw them, you saw your Master standing on that ridge, saber drawn crying out to Anakin. “It’s over Anakin! I have the high ground!!....You were the Chosen One!”

You gasped, shallow breaths unable to get air, trying to beg them to stop. You tried to scream, tried to yell out, but no sound came. Everything played out worse than you remembered, distorted in your fear. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” You had to get away, you turned to run, but that angry presence just kept following you. You ran as fast as you could, but it chased you at every corner. It was so malevolent, shrouded in darkness and hatred. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” You couldn’t get away, it was too fast, too vile, it was going to catch you, it was going to catch you and kill you. Your big brother was going to kill you. You looked around you, trying to find a way out, but everywhere was inky blackness, closing in to suffocate you.You tripped on something as you ran and began to fall. You kept falling, plummeting downwards as the voice got louder and closer, screaming for your demise. You couldn’t escape, you couldn’t escape, you were going to die and you couldn’t escape.

"Nnno….nng...Gre….nnoo...need….need….evac….nnnggh….fall….fallback….may….day....Gre...gor…..nnno...Capta….captains...orders….nnnnggh...Ana….nnno….Chose….chosen one…." You were slowly tossing your head back and forth, eyes squeezed shut, hands fisted in the blanket on top of you.

Rex stirred awake, hearing you call out in your sleep. He sat up a bit, watching you fight the old phantoms that still haunted your dreams. His heart clenched. He didn't catch what you said at the end, but he remembered that battle, the horrors of Sarrish, and what they did to you. Cody had called him from the medbay, panicked and distraught, while you were floating in a bacta tank, having taken heavy shrapnel to your entire torso and both legs. He was beside himself in grief, terrified at the possibility that the last thing he ever got to say to you was in irritation at the debrief. That you'd die thinking he was disappointed in you, that he was angry with you. That you'd die not knowing how much he loved you and how sorry he was for how cruel he acted. That you'd die and Cody would be all alone, left to explain to Rex how it was all his fault and that his stupidity and cold attitude killed you.

They did almost lose you that day. You were almost gone when the evacuation team found you; a barely conscious Chopper cradling you in his arms, trying to shield the both of you from the bombs raining down. You lost all your men in that terrible campaign and were inconsolable for weeks when you finally woke up. That's when the nightmares started. At first, your Master would wake you, sensing your distress over your shared Force bond, but later Cody was always there, always waking you before Obi-Wan could get to you. When Obi-Wan noticed how much calmer you were when you saw Cody first, he would only check on you when the nightmares got to be too much to handle.

The last time you had this nightmare with Rex, Cody was also there to hold you and wake you up with gentle whispers. He couldn't remember the exact way Cody did it, but he was going to try at least.

"Jed'ika, shhh, it's alright. You're here, you're safe. Sarrish is over. You're safe now Mesh’la. I have you. I'm not letting you go. I'm never letting you go again. You're okay. I promise." Rex ran his fingers through your hair, gently pressed at the furrow of your brow, and slowly opened your clenched fists, trying to get you to relax.

"I have you, my sweet girl. I'm never going to let anything happen to you. Never again. It's okay. It's just a nightmare. It's okay.."

He was waiting for you to shoot awake, like you always did, fear etched on your features and eyes wild. But you didn't. Slowly your breathing calmed and your fists opened up, and you seemed to leave the dream, falling back into a peaceful slumber. Rex smiled at you and kissed your head, laying back down again.

You rolled over and curled up closer to him, just like you used to when in your private quarters. Tomorrow, when the sun was shining and your nightmares were just a figment of the past, he would ask you to accompany him to Seelos. As he cuddled closer and started to fall back asleep, he couldn’t help but smile about the surprise that awaited you there.

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Tag list: @get-wr3ckered @imarvelatthestars

#Rex x Reader #Cody x Reader #Rex x Reader x Cody #Rebels!Rex x Reader #Rebels #ExJedi!Reader #Clone Wars #Hondo x Reader Platonic #Hondo x Platonic!Reader #Polyamory #angst #so much angst #Anakin vs Obi Wan fight to the death #Sarrish battle

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writingforfun0714 · 1 year

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Masterlist

I’ll update this as I post.

Fandoms I write for:

—Star Wars: Clone Wars, Rebels, Bad Batch, Tales of the Jedi, OG trilogy, Prequel trilogy

—Arcane (Vi, Caitlyn, Powder/Jinx, Jayce, Viktor, Heimerdinger, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Mel, Singed)

—Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

—Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

—Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire/House of the Dragon

—Harry Potter

—Marvel (Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Miles Morales, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

—Jungle Book (I prefer either the 2016/2018 versions but any iteration is fine with me including the OG book)

—Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (ITSV), Across the Spiderverse (ATSV)

—True Detective: Night Country (Liz Danvers, Evangeline Navarro, Leah Danvers, Pete Prior, Rose Aguineau, Julia Navarro, Qavvik)

What I WILL write:

—Single and multi chapter fics

—Crossovers with any of the fandoms listed

— x Reader Insert (FEMALE)

—Angst, hurt, fluff, comfort, etc

—OC fics

—**Mental Illness/slight NSFW/TW (any and all warnings will be placed visibly on each fic)**

What I WILL NOT write:

—Graphic sexual scenes/situations including ABO

—Pedophila

—Incest/‘Clonecest’ (for Game of Thrones fandom but also including clone shipping for Star Wars fandom)

—Male Reader (I will consider gender neutral but anything but female reader is unfamiliar to me)

—Non-Ace Yelena Belova (Marvel). I will not change a character’s gender identity or sexuality either for ANY fandom.

—Beastiality (Jungle Book)

**I want this blog to be safe for minors so any warnings will be placed accordingly**

Fanfiction

Clone Wars

I’m Sorry Anakin—How Anakin got his scar

Bad Batch

Older Sister—Omega befriends my Jedi Youngling OC Maisy while the rest of CF99 are off on Raxus and becomes an older sister figure to the Jedi Youngling. *follows the show/test fic*

Our Love—Original Bad Batch story that introduces my Jedi Youngling Maisy and Padawan Wyyntrr OCs.

Better Half—Echo finds out about Fives

Family—Part 2 of Better Half

Arcane

New Friend— Fix it fic

Sisters of Mine— Female child reader insert that mostly follows the show.

Jungle Book

A Chance Encounter—Request

*Fics in red are multi chapter*

Scene Comparisons

Arcane/Bad Batch

Left Behind Scene

—Part 1

—Part 2

Eavesdropping/Listening to a Conversation Scene

—Part 1

—Part 2

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