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My Star Wars What If….?

What if Ahsoka took the place of the sister?

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Here are my new OCS

The first one is a Mandalorian named Anahera (powerful Angel in Te Reo Maori) and below her is her husband Toa(warrior in Te Reo Maori) a clone commando, I might write a fic about them 🤠✨

She grew up on Concordia and later was taken into the True Mandalorian Covet by Jango (they are not related) and when the clone army started Jango asked her to help train the clone commandos, one of which was Toa. (I’ll tell you how he got his name later) She and Toa got married on Concordia just before the clone wars started and Jango and Boba were there. During the clone wars she helped Toas squad, who were dubbed the Whanau (family in Te Reo Maori) and they called Anahera the Guardian Angel because she would always step in and help them when they needs it. When Order 66 happened the chip blocked Toas Memory’s of Anahera, and when she went to go and help him run away to live with her on Concordia, he turned on her and tryed to execute her. She was heart broken, but made a viw. She vowed that even tho he didn’t remember her, she would never forget him. She followed his new squad across the Galaxy watching over him, and the squad called her the Angel of death because anything at tryed to hurt Toa was killed. Anyways let me know if I should continue with this story xx

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@incorrectclonewars I LOVED THIS AND HAD TO DRAW IT! (if you want me to take it down I will xx)

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Kix is over it.

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Midnight kisses

Not my gif

Rex x Reader

Word count: 451

Warnings: Slight angst

One use of Y/N

None Bi Reader

A tiny Drabble about Rex coming home to you late

It's late. Maybe 1am. You lay in the small apartment you share with Rex, trying to sleep. Rex should have returned by now, but you're used to this. These late nights, and empty beds. This is the life that comes with loving a soldier. Maybe, if Rex was less known, as unimportant as a shinnie, he might have run away from the GAR, like Cut, but that won’t happen for two reasons. 1. Rex is a Captain. He fights side by side with Anakin Skywalker, and Ahsoka Tano. The poster boy and the padawan. He is far to know to go missing unknotest. 2. Rex chooses to fight. He knows that if he really wanted to leave, he could. He is the best clone in the 501st, maybe even the whole Grand Army of the Republic, but he chooses to fight, for his brothers, and for the system he believes in. So these nights are no stranger to you.

When sleep finally comes upon you, the door to your room opens. It is done silently, and without any lights turned on. Soon you feel a warm, solid body slide in beside you. “Rex?” You say, voice croaky with sleep. “Shoooosh Mesh’la, i’m here.” You turn around so that your faceing him, and curl into his body, clinging to him for dear life. “You came home late, got tired. M’sorry” Rex pulls you closer to him, taking a breath in, and surrounding himself with you. “Its okay love. M’sorry for being late. Missed you.” “Missed you too Rex.” You run your hand down his back, as you’ve done many times before, blindly mapping down scars and bumps, knowing when the next imperfection will pop up, because your eyes got each piece of skin in him memorised. It's therapeutic, knowing each piece of him, for on the nights when he doesn’t come home. And you have to make sure that you know each part of him in case , in case…

“Hey… hey there, it’s ok, im here” he says, combing a hand thru ur hair. You didn’t even realise you were on the verge of tears, but I guess that’s just how much you love this man. Yes, it’s easy to sleep away and forget that tomorrow he’ll have to fight a war now, but one day he may not come home. Like Echo, like Hardcase. Like Fives. You hold him tighter, and bury your face into his chest, banishing those thoughts from your mind and inhaling the musky scent of him. Committing it to memory. “I’m happy your home my love” Rex rubs small circles on your back, his breathing slow and deep. “I’ll always come home to you Y/N. Always.”