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crispyjenkins · 3 years

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Rex winces, looking away. While Kenobi isn’t… wrong, Rex doesn’t think he can view him as a soldier, even after learning all of this. “Sir…” He inhales slowly. “With all due respect, you were not made for war.” “Wasn’t I?” The sincerity in the softness of those simple words says more than Kenobi’s file ever could. “Were any of us?” “I suppose it does depend on how one views the vod’e,” Kenobi agrees softly, swinging his leg. “But perhaps… not war, Rex.”

the last two weeks have sucked ass and i thought i’d finish this to feel better, but i’m at 14,500 words now and still have to get through the zygerria arc, and i’m a writer so i need constant validation

so y'all get the first chapter of maybe six? we’ll see how long it takes for them to actually kiss

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crispyjenkins · 3 years

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If you’re still accepting these, I wish you would write rexobi pre-knighted anakin, with Rex being part of the 212th. I don’t know if it would be funnier if they were super obvious and anakin has no idea or if anakin knows but everyone plays dumb when he tries to get them to admit they’re together.

(CHICK I’M SO SORRY, I DON’T KNOW HOW I MISSED THIS IN MY INBOX THE LAST TIME I DID A WISH YOU WOULD WRITE, AHHH HERE’S THIS IN APOLOGY??)

and i raise you: both

“I hope you know what you’re doing, vod,” is all Kote says after Obi-Wan leaves them in the main cabin of the LAAT descending on Hypori to check in with the pilots, and Rex doesn’t insult him by pretending not to know what Kote means.

The ship shakes around them as the Separatists land a few lucky hits to the hull, Rex reaching out with their free hand to stop a Shiny from falling over. “I rarely don’t, Commander,” Rex says as they keep their gaze straight-forward.

Kote snorts and slips on his bucket. “You aren’t the first vod to go stupid for their general, Rex,” he returns evenly, “but it’s usually their CO; you heard what happened with Bly and Choke.”

“And what about you?” they scoff. “You’re his CO.”

“Who says I haven’t gone stupid for my general?”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t have already made a move.”

The Shiny next to them splutters in horror, as Kote laughs his good laugh, the one that makes everyone around him stop and listen. Sighing, Rex shakes their head and wonders how to break it to him that Skywalker already has a shortlist for his battalion, and Rex is right there at the top. It can wait, they decide, until after they’re back on the Negotiator and not about to face the Separatists' newest death cyborg.

“But you do know what you’re doing?” Kote asks again, quieter, just before they land.

Obi-Wan rejoins Ghost Company in the main cabin, hanging his outer robe on an unused seat with his lightsaber already in hand. He does not search Rex out specifically, he visually checks in with all thirty of his men, but Rex doesn’t think they’re imagining the way he pauses when his eye meets theirs.

“Probably not,” Rex mumbles, turning back forward. “But in all fairness, I don’t think he does either.”

“Anakin is starting to suspect,” is all Obi-Wan says when Rex drops down next to him in the trench the company had dug outside Ryloth's capital, the man's eyes closed as he leans his head against the mud wall.

Sighing, Rex takes off their bucket and drops it into their lap. "Suspect, sir?"

Even not aimed at them, the slow spread Obi-Wan’s tired smile is enough to make Rex smile themself, though more privately as they lean their own head back and listen to the sound of their brothers bedding down further along the trench.

"It seems he's convinced himself that I'm with you any time I'm out of his sight," Obi-Wan says, sounding more fond than annoyed.

Rex raises a brow that they're almost sure he can sense without looking. "Aren't you, sir?"

He laughs, the simple act wiping away months of exhaustion and war from the lines of his face. "I suppose I am, Captain."

Somewhere nearby, Kote is finalising the 212th's plan of assault to retake the capital city, and somewhere far overhead in the atmosphere, Skywalker is overthinking everything and remembering the last time his master led a ground assault without him — Rex doesn't blame him, they're almost glad they had been assigned to Ghost Company after Obi-Wan and Alpha-17's first encounter with Ventress. But, Obi-Wan is down here in the mud with Rex instead, and even if they all die tomorrow, for now, this is enough.

"Are you fucking my master?" is all Anakin asks as he collapses onto the bench next to Rex, breath leaving him in a huff as he looks out across the req room where Obi-Wan is leading a few Shinies through some beginner's Yoga.

Rex, sabacc-face honed from years of interrogation by nosy brothers, barely looks up at their commander before returning to the blaster rifle they're cleaning. "The simple answer to that is 'no', sir," they say to a grumble from the padawan at their side.

"Kriff, Waxer's right: you are spending too much time around him."

Waxer better keep her big mouth shut, though she technically outranks Rex.

"Do you harp on Kote like this?" they wonder, and is all too pleased by Anakin’s rising frustration; Anakin outranks them but, technically, Rex is older.

Anakin huffs and crosses his arms, glaring at his master trying not to laugh at one of the Shinies falling over. "Do I look like I want to die early?" he retorts, ignoring Rex's laugh. "But you're the fifth clone I've talked to, and no one will tell me anything."

Maker, at least he's earnest. "Is there anything to tell, sir?" Rex looks at the kid that's become just as much their brother as the vode, and does wonder what it looks like to someone on the outside, the ease of the orbit they and Obi-Wan have around each other. Are they only obvious to those that know them well? Does Waxer think there's anything more to the time they spend together than the same easy friendship Obi-Wan has with Kote?

"Kriff, I hope so," Anakin grumbles. "Otherwise you two would be pining, which is— so much worse."

Pining might be too strong of a word, but Rex supposes Anakin is the expert, after all, having pined over his future wife for ten years. "So you don't have a problem if one of the vode...?"

"What, falls in love with my master?"

Rex tries not to choke. Love is definitely too strong a word.

Although, looking back up across the room and catching Obi-Wan raising a brow at the two of them with an endearingly-concerned frown on his lips, maybe it’s not altogether wrong either.

"Kark, you two are hopeless," Anakin huffs.

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