#Rexsoka baby

[ahsokathegray]

Oh my gosh this is gorgeous 😍❤️

A vital question. What would Rex and Ahsoka name their children? Rex doesn't have a last name. Would they be Ahsoka's last name as well? I need answers. And I need a name (daughter's, for example). I don't have enough imagination for that.

But I drew her!!

She is a pure Rex character. Appearance too. When she grows up, there will be another interesting feature that I will show u later. She is Force-sensitive. She's another headache for Ahsoka. bc who can stand two(2) Rex??

[anstarwar]

Buncha commissions I’ve done over the last few months. Love the creativity of everyone and getting to hear all the HCs and stories. Thank you to everyone who has commissioned me!

I have a wee bit of a waiting list, but if you're interested and would like to get on the list, you can fill out my form!

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[lamaenthel]

Not Allowed To Die

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: Not allowed to die

The bacta bandage itches. It takes all of his self control to not rip it off, dig his fingers into the fresh incision and rip open his own skull so he can spray the insides with bleach. "You should have just killed me," Rex says, hollow. He stares down at Cody's medical contraption and the rotten biochip that it pulled from his brain, and curls his shaking hands into fists.

Characters: CT-7567|Rex/Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader, CC-2224|Cody Wordcount: 2457

The bacta bandage itches. It takes all of his self control to not rip it off, dig his fingers into the fresh incision and rip open his own skull so he can spray the insides with bleach. "You should have just killed me," Rex says, hollow. He stares down at Cody's medical contraption and the rotten biochip that it pulled from his brain, and curls his shaking hands into fists.

"Been a rough year, eh?" Cody asks mildly. He's never been funny. Today isn't different. "What can you remember?"

"All of it." Rex presses his palms against his eyes until he sees stars. "It… Everything I did…"

"Don't blame yourself, Rex, that was the chip—"

"And everything she's done…"

"It makes it so that every order given is completely sound, logical. It starts degrading after a few months. Things start becoming more clear." Cody rubs his back. "You noticed that suddenly things felt wrong, didn't you? You couldn't just go along with it as easily. It's not your fault. Ahsoka is the one who Fell—"

"That's not Ahsoka!" Rex turns on his brother, spitting with rage. "That's not my fucking Ahsoka! Korrē isn't Ahsoka, no matter what she looks like… her eyes…" He weeps like a damn tubie, gulping, heaving big, ugly sobs like he hasn't since he was a cadet and saw his first brother die on the practice range. Cody can blame it on the chip all he wants, but in the end he did what he did because he loved her. "He did something to her. Skywalker… no, Vader, he did something when he brought her back."

"What do you mean?" Cody asks.

"She was dead." Cody's eyes go wide. "Palpatine murdered her with Sith lightning, then Skywalker…" A surge of vomit rises in Rex's throat. He's finding it harder and harder to tell them apart in his mind, even though he knows that the Skywalker he had followed into battle would have killed all three of them before letting them become what they have. The clarity of the chip is gone. He almost hates Cody for taking it away. "Vader. He used his own lightning to restart her heart."

Cody goes pale. "General Kenobi used to say that Sith lightning could corrupt, turn and deform—"

Rex vomits on the hand-woven Nubian rug and collapses next to the puddle, sobbing hysterically. He can't look at Cody—You're devouring him too quickly—can't even think of looking him in the eyes after—I've just been so hungry lately— what was done to Kenobi's body—

"Alright, alright, easy." Cody pulls Rex back to a sitting position and wipes the vomit off his face. "They're on their way back, brother. We don't have much time."

"You have to get them away from here," Rex forces out in between hiccups. "Senator Amidala—and her children. Get them out—get them out before he can hurt them any—any more than he already has." I want us to be a big, happy family. Padmé's doing her part. "She's pregnant again, Codes. You can't let him—let him get his hands on another—"

"I didn't come here for them," Cody says. His mouth tightens to a thin line. "They're too heavily guarded, and even if I got through I don't have an astromech to slice into a ship."

Rex lunges for the wardrobe. He tosses all of the expensive banthashit that they've bought to dress him up in over his shoulder in search of it, and he finally finds it at the bottom of a suitcase. "I didn't know why I kept it," Rex says, sinking back on his rump. "It's Artoo's memory chip. I know there's astromechs in the hangar garage, just plug it into one. He can slice into anything."

"Skywalker's old mech?" Cody takes it with a look of trepidation. "What about you?"

Rex tastes stomach acid again. Whatever she brings forth won't be right. It'll be as corrupted as she is, feral, vile. That doesn't mean he'll abandon them. "She's pregnant."

"I heard you."

Rex shakes his head. "No. Korrē is pregnant."

Cody's face falls. "Rex." He puts a careful hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure that…"

"That it's mine?" Rex laughs bitterly. "That's the only thing I am sure of. He hasn't fucked her." Cody doesn't look convinced. Rex can't blame him. "It's the only thing he won't do to her." He wants to cover his eyes again, but he knows he'll only see Ah—Korrē, Korrē's mouth hanging open in pleasure as the man who helped raise her crudely masturbates her lek, sitting entwined with him on his throne like a pair of serpents. "He likes to… to rile her up, and then turn her on me." And he watches them, too, though Rex doesn't tell Cody that. Every time he felt a tickle on the back of his neck, every time the hair on his arms sprang up with the feeling of eyes on them, it was because there were; Vader's jealous eyes were the ones Rex felt when he made love to her.

"I'm sorry, Rex." Cody sinks down next to him. "I know how you felt about her. I'm so sorry, but I don't… You said it. That's not Ahsoka anymore."

She responded to her name. Now that Rex has control of his mind again, the desire to try and wake Ahsoka up—to drag her out of Korrē—is getting stronger. But even if he did, would Ahsoka want to live with what Korrē had done? "What was your plan? If you don't have a ship, how the hell were we getting out of here?"

"On foot."

Rex barks out a hysterical laugh. "Top tier plan, ol' boy."

"We only need to get outside the blast radius." Cody snorts at his surprised gasp. "Obi-Wan had me waiting here since Order 66 as a contingency, in case they had to flee Tatooine. But he couldn't smuggle them off world in time, then it was all locked down with a dozen sodding Venators in orbit. I didn't… I didn't realize you were alive until Skywalker announced the engagement to Ah—Korrē," he quickly amends at the face Rex must be making.

"You've got a bomb?"

Cody shrugs. "It's a bit ironic, I admit." He pulls a small capped syringe out of a pouch on his belt and shows him. "Nano-droids. Voice activated, just need to say the trigger phrase."

Rex takes the syringe, caught between laughter and tears. "This is how Offee bombed the hangar. What Ahsoka was accused of doing. Why she almost walked away." Until Skywalker talked her into staying. He almost starts crying again.

"I figured it was my best shot. I was going to lace the food with it. I don't trust a bomb to take them out unless it's inside of them." Cody reaches for the syringe. Rex keeps it out of reach. "Rex…" he warns.

"I'll do it." Rex curls his fist around the syringe.

Cody huffs, frustrated. "Brother, I love you, but I don't believe that you're going to shoot up your pregnant betrothed with nano-droids."

Rex isn't formulating a plan, it's coming to him fully formed with the strangest assurance that it'll work. He stopped putting much stock in the Force when he marched up the stairs to the Jedi Temple at Vader's side. Maybe he was wrong. "I'm not shooting her up."

"Then give it back."

Rex uncaps the syringe and jabs it into his neck before Cody can stop him.

"The fuck are you doing?" Cody hisses, yanking the syringe away too late.

"Lacing her food." Rex laughs at his own joke and ignores the horrified look on Cody's face. "Ahsoka wasn't allowed to die when she should have. Vader denied her that peace. I love her enough to give it back."

Cody's face crumbles. "Even though she's—"

"Especially because she's pregnant." In his mind's eye, he sees the sleeping Padawans twitching in their bacta tanks as they suffocate. "Take my armor. I'm the only one with the authority to move the royal family, no one will question you. Get that chip into an astromech, and get Amidala and her babies out."

"You're sure?" Cody's voice cracks.

Rex nods, smiling genuinely for the first time in over a year. It'll be over soon. "I'm sure."

Cody yanks him into an embrace. "I'll see you on the march, Rex," he whispers.

Rex grasps the back of his brother's head and presses their foreheads together hard enough to bruise. "I'll keep a spot open for you."

A housekeeping droid cleans the bedroom while Rex showers and programs the nano-droids. Once he's done, he rips the bacta patch off his head. The wound is barely closed, but a patch will draw more attention than a cut. Especially to a predator with a nose for blood.

The smell of fresh blood will make what he needs to do easier, anyway.

Rex watches Cody lead Padmé, dressed in a dark cloak with her babies tied securely to her chest, down the long beach until they're out of sight. An orange R3 follows them. Rex imagines that he can hear the droid complaining, the cadence of offended honks and beeps as familiar to him as his Commander's voice. He briefly wonders if Padmé knows it's not him who's leading them to safety.

The air turns thick and oppressive when they return. The birds stop singing, even the insects go quiet. Everything alive in the villa can sense the predators that have returned.

Rex waits for them in the sitting room with a paring knife slicing thin lines up his forearms, tenderizing himself for her. He needs as much of his blood out of him as he can stand. He feels her excitement tingling in his spine as she catches the scent from outside.

"Rex?" Korrē hurries through the vestibule, closely followed by Vader. He looks like he's in a good mood. "What are you doing?"

Rex's heart pounds like a hammer in his chest. He drops the knife with a clang and holds up his arms to show her.

She goes to her knees in front of him. "What's wrong, my love?" she coos, kissing him. "Why are you hurting yourself?"

He pulls her into his bloody embrace and kisses her hard. Her mouth tastes like fresh blood and saltwater. "Missed you," he whispers once they come up for air.

Korrē's face splits in a sharp smile and she puts Rex's bloody hand to her lips. "You missed me that much?" She sucks the blood off his fingers, closing her eyes in rapture. "I missed you too." She hums happily as she laps at the stinging cuts on his arms like a cat.

He feels a hollow satisfaction at knowing the nano-droids are now in her too. Whatever happens, they'll go together. He puts his hand on her belly and silently says goodbye.

She moves it lower, down the front of her pants. Her sex is already dripping. "I missed you so much," she says into his neck.

"I suppose I'll see to my other children, since you're preoccupied." Vader leans down, yanks her backwards by her rear lek until her head is craned all the way back, and stares at her. There's something close to hate in his golden eyes that softens to love after a few moments.

Rex finally has the clarity in those heartbeats to realize why Vader won't cross that final line—Kill your Padawan—why he touches her lek and nowhere else—kill the last, weak piece of Anakin Skywalker—why he kisses her cheeks and her montrals and her forehead and everything except her lips. It's because Anakin Skywalker won't let him. The hedonistic, possessive, egotistical, power-hungry demon of an alter ego that he created hasn't managed to kill off every bit of the man who cried and begged Palpatine to spare Ahsoka's life.

Rex is saving Anakin as much as he's saving Ahsoka.

Vader lets her lek go with a scowl, and turns to leave. "Stay," Rex blurts out, his heart racing a million beats per minute.

"What?" Vader turns slowly, glaring at him.

Rex can see the front of his robes are tented. His eyes trail up and meet Vader's for the first time since Mustafar. "Stay," he says again.

Vader's face distorts, deforms into a mask of pure rage. Rex flies up, is flung across the room with the Force so hard that he sees stars when he slams into the marble wall. "Are you inviting me to watch you fuck my daughter, Rex?" he growls, squeezing his fist. The air is squeezed from Rex's lungs like an invisible vice tightening around his chest. He gulps helplessly. He can't say the trigger word without air. He can't say it without air.

"Father?" Korrē's orange arms wrap around Vader from the back. Rex can just barely hear her purring over the throbbing rush of blood in his ears. "I'm sorry he said that. You can punish me. I can take it."

"You can take it?" He reels on her, puts his hand around her already bruised throat and holds her up against the wall. Rex drops to the marble floor, falls hard onto his knees. "Do you hear that, Rex? Your pregnant betrothed wants me to punish her in your place. Is that what you want?"

"No!" Rex struggles to his feet, hisses at the popping of his knees. He bit his tongue when he hit the wall and now his mouth is flooded with blood. "Please, my Lord, don't hurt her. I'm sorry." He goes down to one knee, contrite, and ignores the way his kneecaps feel like they're about to burst.

Rex doesn't look up until he can see Vader's boots. The Sith yanks Rex to his feet with one hand around his throat. "And how should I punish you?" Vader whispers, tightening his hand. He leans in until his lips are barely a centimeter away.

Rex closes the distance, shoves his tongue into Vader's mouth. After a moment of shocked stillness, Vader returns the kiss hungrily and walks them forward, shoving Rex against the wall with a knee between his thighs. His tongue is brutal, invasive, sweeping around his mouth with unexpected eagerness. When he pulls away, blood that's rich with nano-droids drips from the corner of his mouth.

Rex looks into Korrē's confused eyes from over Vader's shoulder. They almost look blue in the dim twilight of the Nubian dawn creeping through the stained glass windows. As best he can manage with Vader's hand around his throat, he takes one last, deep breath for the trigger phrase and smiles at her. "I love you, Ahsoka—"

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[ahsokahearteyes]

On some Jedi/Clone relationships:

So I’m going through all my bookmarks ahead of starting True Colors and I ran into this fun one in Hard Contact:

It was just so jarring at this point to know where they end up and see this “shared trauma” description because, well, absolutely.

Sure they had a meet-cute, to a degree,

and I found Darman’s faith in her as a driving force for her success and his interest to be sweet. But the trauma of their critical mission on Qiilura and first kills in action is also the basis of this bond. Not that Darman would probably notice given *gestures vaguely at the state of clone childhood*

I felt a little guilty about reading the book with my ship-brain turned on after reading those lines about the irrevocable bond of shared trauma. But it makes for an interesting dynamic, so much that I realized I have seen it before and been powerless not to ship…

I watched TCW S7 and Rebels in rapid succession (last year maybe?) and was devastated about how long Ahsoka and Rex had been apart and was definitely filling those gaps in time in with ship-brain before that.

I didn’t ever think about it that way until the season finale when they only had each other at the end of all the Order 66 devastation (while I think they held equal power and footing before then between Rex’s experience and bio age vs Ahsoka’s force powers and hierarchical military position over him, she was still baby, so no). Not saying that’s why anyone else chooses to ship but damn, the siege of Mandalore, Order 66, and the potential joint healing in the rebellion era really flipped that switch for me. There is so much love there, that is undeniable in canon, but it feels like the exceptional horror of the shared experience they had with Rex fighting Order 66 and them losing everyone else to it made me more inclined to view a potential for romance too.

So yeah. I’m a little unsettled now that I think about both ships together and rexsoka foundations, but who am I to deny fictional characters some comfort? Trauma-bond ships, am I right?

[stardust9905]

BIG BRO & LIL SIS

They're bestest siblings and friends 🥹🥰

I love your art style so much, the way you shade and map out the clones faces is really aesthetically pleasing! U think you’d ever draw rex with little ahsoka in ur style?

Thank you! And AH, what a great request! I love big brother Rex 😭

[rexsoka-monthly]

Say hello to 2025 with this new prompt!

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[blaze-echo]

Merry Christmas from Sabezra jacen and my rexsoka baby

Sabine and Ezra were put in charge of watching jacen and rex and ahsoka daughter.

Finally jacen and my oc who i need to come up with a name for are making tooka snow men

And thanks to @ladykagewaki and @arcane-wanderers. For the great birthday present.

[ladylucksrogue]

For the holiday drabbles, the second request for @whyamismall

Rexsoka, prompt #1 - watching a baby sleep while holding each other.

Features my OC Kara, but the timeline here is vague, so it could be in my post order 66 universe, or a much happier one? take your pick :)

The room was dark except for the faint glow of the single light they had on. Ahsoka lay on her side, her head propped up on one hand. Rex was stretched out beside her, Kara lying on his chest, tiny against his broad frame.

Kara was curled up on her belly, her little arms tucked close, her face so peaceful in a way that made Ahsoka’s heart ache. Neither of them spoke. They just watched her, their hands loosely linked between them.

“How long do you think she’ll sleep this time?” Ahsoka whispered.

Rex glanced down at the tiny figure on his chest, his free hand resting lightly on Kara’s back. “She’s got a full belly,” he said, sounding just as exhausted as her. “Maybe a couple of hours. If we’re lucky.”

Ahsoka sighed. “A couple of hours. Luxury.”

Rex chuckled. 

Her eyes drifting back to Kara. For all the chaos of the past weeks, this moment made everything worth it. Kara’s tiny fingers twitched in her sleep, her lips parting slightly as she let out a soft sigh.

“She smiled,” Ahsoka said, her voice hushed and full of wonder.

Rex craned his neck, looking down at Kara’s face. “Hmm,” he hummed, his brow furrowing slightly. “Probably gas.”

Ahsoka shot him a look. “Why do you always say that?”

“Because it’s true,” Rex replied. “Newborns don’t smile. It’s just their little bodies adjusting.  That’s what the book said.”

“I think she’s smiling at me,” Ahsoka huffed.

“She’s not even awake.”

They both stared at Kara in silence, as though waiting for her to weigh in on the debate.

And then it happened, a sound so loud and startling it broke the quiet of the room. Kara let out the most impressive burp either of them had ever heard from her, her tiny body wriggling slightly before settling back into stillness.

Rex froze, his eyes wide, his mouth twitching as he fought back laughter. Ahsoka clapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she glanced at Rex.

“She’s definitely your daughter,” Ahsoka managed, her voice muffled behind her hand.

“That was impressive,” Rex whispered, trying  to keep his composure.

They both dissolved into quiet exhausted giggles, shoulders shaking as they held onto each other.  It didn’t help the fact that when one looked at the other, the laughing started again.  Rex’s hand cradled Kara as though shielding her from the movement as much as possible.

“Don’t wake her,” Ahsoka pleaded through her giggles.

Rex nodded, still grinning as he looked back down at Kara, who seemed oblivious. “I think we’re safe,” he said.

The laughter faded, leaving a warm, comfortable silence. Ahsoka’s hand slipped back into his, their fingers intertwining as they both stared at their daughter.

“She’s perfect,” Ahsoka said.

“Yeah,” Rex agreed. “She really is.”

[phoenixyfriend]

This was on a reblog of a fic concept someone added one of my posts but I decided it was risking backlash against the person, and also it ended up half vent post, so just tucking it into its own little post here instead.

I'm glad you're enjoying this, but... Okay, actually, I'm really sorry but this goes against what I was thinking with this post in a lot of ways. I know you didn't intend any malice, but I just. I cannot not talk about this right now. I need people to know to just... not do this to my posts. Because it keeps happening.

I do know which "the younger person should be the sugar daddy, like they made an app or something" post you're thinking about, and i'ts a good post, but that is 100% an Obikin plot. Cody is not a guy to make a super successful app. That is an Anakin thing. In that respect, this is an Obikin fic in Cod*Wan clothing. I mean, I've talked about wanting people to do more Obikin plots in Cod*Wan, but that's about exploring the age difference and power dynamics, not Cody Is A Tech Whiz.

A billion is too much. The only, only ethical ways to get to billionaire status are 'lottery' and 'relative I never heard of just died and left me everything.' In both cases, the only ethical way to proceed is to invest enough to live off of comfortably, and donate the rest. If an app makes that much money? The app is screwing someone over.

I also cannot imagine Obi-Wan in the financial industries sector unless he absolutely loathes his job or is an auditor who delights in making Rich People's Lives Miserable. Better option would be that Obi-Wan is the president of a charity that Cody partners with, like the CEO of a Free Housing For The Homeless initiative or a big name lawyer in an activist lobby for environmentalism or something. This might just be my "I am a business major who hates the business major norms" and look at financial services industry types with uhhhh distaste. If he's a financial advisor, it is for a nonprofit. At most, he is part of a company that specializes in helping rich people funnel their money into charitable ventures.

This also just doesn't fight my envisioning of either Obi-Wan or Cody.

I do need to throw in that my first thought reading this was my Codakin version where Cody wins the lottery and Anakin is the sugar baby. It's not that similar, but the vibes were there (for me).

Finally, it's just... the point of this post is that I find it frustrating when people make Cody the same age because I find it disingenuous to flatten the power dynamic. Some people do it fine, are multi-shippers who are as honest about Cod*Wan as they are with something like Obikin. If they have one fic where Cod*Wan are the same age with no power diff, and another where the power dynamic is flipped, and a third where the power dynamic is as in canon and just explored as necessary, that's fine.

But with the number of Cod*wan (and Barr*ssoka, which is full on NOTP for me as a direct result of this behavior, despite having a canon age diff of 4yrs) folk that have talked shit to and about me and mine for doing something similar with ships like Rexsoka or Obikin... The amount of shit I've had to deal with for shipping Rexsoka for adjusting ages in a modern AU, coming from people who do the same thing with Cod*Wan, is the driving force of this post. It's basically this: If I don't get to change the ages a bit to make things palatable, then neither does anyone else.

This is not just about the age difference. It's about looking at canon and going 'if you guys are going to give me shit for my ship, then play it straight on your end. What does it look like when you're honest about the power dynamic?

There is a reason my first suggestion is Cody having a crush on his boss.

The intent was always that Obi-Wan is the sugar daddy, because Obi-Wan is the General. Because Obi-Wan is the one with power. Because Obi-Wan is the one with control.

Because this post was about "if I don't get to change my ships to make them less problematic, then neither does anyone else."

Also because I just find a lot of Cod*Wan fics to be OOC, and not in the fun way.

[palfriendpatine66]

Fic Rec Friday - Smut Fics

I asked for your smuttiest fic recs and here is what you all delivered! This diverse fic list might help you find something new. Read the descriptions and then check the tags before reading. Be kind. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum. If you don’t like it keep on scrolling for something you do. I know we can do this. Enjoy! 💕

Your community sourced spank bank is as follows: please let me know if there is anything crazy in the formatting or links. Im doing my best!

Happy Wife, Happy Life - Squid_Ink: (Rexsoka) post o66, feat. heavily pregnant Ahsoka who is feeling down about how her body is changing, a feeling that is not helped by the scent of Rex's Togruta coworkers on him :3

Duchess, Degenerate, Disaster - Sendpseuds (Obi-Wan kenobi/Satine/Quinlan Vos) : Satine and Obi-Wan invite Quinlan to bed. A threesome from all three perspectives.

‘Com’Passion - wibzen: (Obi-Kenobi/Mace Windu/Anakin Skywalker) Anakin walks in on Obi-Wan and Mace Windu and is conflicted, to say the least. They help him through it.

Sell Your Body To The Night (Prostitute!Anakin AU) - Bittodeath: The whole series is one long fuck and kink fest. It includes Anakin/Cody, Anakin/Fives, Anakin/Wolfe, Anakin/Fox, Anakin/Obi-Wan, Anakin/Mace, Anakin/Quinlan

Spanking Skywalker - Maiaspen: Very obikin heavy fic but also feat. Anakin/Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan/Kit Fisto in which Kit Fisto takes it upon himself to discipline Obi-Wan’s petulant padawan

Help you to help me - you_idjits: (Referenced Quin/Anakin but only obikin action. Quin and Anakin report to the council after having taken part of a *fertility ritual* on a joint mission. Obi-Wan is definitely fine with that. Totally. So fine. It’s fine.

bound up with you - DreamingMoonlight: (obikin) Anakin asks Obi-Wan to try tying him up in bed

Fuck You Daddy - loquarocoeur; (Obikin) Anakin slips up during sex. Obi-Wan is a little shit. They fuck about it (daddy kink)

Lace Me Up, Hold Me Tight - lilredghost: (obikin) There's a little misunderstanding when Obi-Wan and Anakin are first back at the temple together, but it gets sorted out and ends up with a delicious bottom Obi-Wan in lingerie that Anakin has his way with.

Test Drive - sendpseuds (Obikin) Road head, the fic.

Serendipity - Darkwhisperings (Obikin) An accidental discovery on the holonet leads Anakin to a personal discovery about himself. And his Master. The rest, well, that's a happy accident. (breath play, praise kink, gentle dom obi-wan kenobi)

Comfort - skyl_tales : (Obikin) Omega Obi-Wan ends up nursing Anakin when he first came to him. What starts off innocent takes a turn as Anakin, an alpha, grows up (male lactation)

Lifting the fog - egeria: (obikin) By the early afternoon, Anakin knew he needed a release. A release he could not hope to find on his own. So, instead, he found Obi-Wan. or: sometimes, anakin needs his daddy (Known to convert readers to age play)

Cooking Lesson - rexismycopilot (Obikin) Anakin is a culinary student under Chef Kenobi. He finds out the hard way what happens when he doesn’t listen (non con, dubious consent, spanking)

he already acts the part of the baby, just give him the pacifier - GayCheerios: Obi-Wan and Anakin land on a strange planet, and they are all but required to try and live a life of Caregivers and Littles (age play/regression)

Obikin Kinktober 2023 - lemon_sprinkles Featuring 31 kinky one shots 🔥🔥🔥

Bath time Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos) (part of their Baby Bratty Padawan Anakin series) bath time, bratting to get fucked

Obikin Kaleidoscope | Prompted AUs - intermundia: 25 glorious chapters of prompt fills. So many different situations, all amazing! (Or anything by them. Highly recommend!)

We become the threads, intertwining - Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos): (Obikin) Or, in which Anakin knows pretending to be married to his Master and sleeping in the same bed is never destined to end well. Until it does

For Your Pleasure -himboskywalker: (Obikin) Undercover as slaver and slave,Obi-Wan and Anakin infiltrate a slaver's ring,only for Anakin's training and ability to take punishment to come into question.

Cross-Wired -himboskywalker; (Obikin) In the midst of battle Anakin's prosthesis takes damage and with no backup arm,it's a problem that needs immediate fixing.But crushed durasteel and fritzed wires equals all sorts of curious nerve responses while his master tries to disconnect the neural receptors.

Give them Blood - himboskywalker: (Obikin) In the midst of the Clone Wars Obi-Wan is bitten by an alien creature that forces him to live off human blood.During a campaign on Eadu it becomes a complication under blockade and Anakin is determined to not let his stubborn master starve.This has nothing to do with the way his stomach flips at the sight of Obi-Wan's sharpened fangs, not at all.

portrait of a female, blahzarry: (obikin)Ducking into a dingy movie theatre to hide from the enemy, Anakin and Obi-Wan get more than they bargained for

Mutually Assured Destruction - Darkwhispering & tideswept: (obikin)CEO Obi-Wan who is in a marriage of convenience with politician Satine, thinks he takes home sex worker Anakin.

Aggressive negotiations - rangarlothcat: (Obikin)Or, five times Obi-Wan makes use of Anakin's beauty in a negotiation, and one time someone turns the tables on him.

Learn your place, young one: Ragnarlothcat: (Obikin) Obi-Wan and his Padawan have just foiled an assassination attempt against Senator Amidala. Obi-Wan suspects they're about to be sent on separate missions and the very idea of it is eating him up inside, probably because he's worried Anakin will embarrass himself again. Probably that and no other reason.

The Size of the Fight in the Dog - tennessoui: (Obikin) The thing is, there's very little doubt in Anakin's mind that his master is just as in love with him as he is with his master. He just doesn't know if Obi-Wan is on the same page. But Anakin can seduce him. He's very desirable, everyone thinks so. And with the war buffeting them about around the galaxy, he can't take the risk of his master not knowing they're meant to be together. Not when one of them could die any day. Or worse, sleep with someone else.

Sordid Details Following jld_az (Not Star Wars) Chronicles of Amber

[rexsterss]

Kinktober 2024: Day 23

Day 23: Dominance | Lactation | Sex Pollen

sw. rexsoka + background codexsoka. rebellion era. baby acquisition.

Notes: Mainly Rexsoka with background Codexsoka for this. This is actually an AU out of an AU where Ahsoka finds baby clones in this Imperial base, and she has no choice but to bring them back with her if she wants them to live where [insert plot and lore here]. This whole series has 15 fics so far, but unfortunately, only notes have been made. I would love to start on this series some day, but ugh!!! Time!! Energy!!

So, like I said, an AU out of an AU, because in the actual AU I'm planning on, the three of them don't move this fast in their relationship. This is just me playing with the possibility that they could come together faster if they get their heads out of their asses sooner and realise what's going on between them, actually. But, this AU out of the AU will do for now.

Have fun!

“Didn’t realise we were eating this much at this age,” Rex muttered, gently rubbing the baby’s back when the little guy let out a tiny belch. Thankfully, Rom didn’t upchuck anything back up this time. The towel-replenishing days were starting to end, and Rex could see the light down the tunnel again.

“Babies tend to do that,” Ahsoka hummed, and Remus squirmed in her hold, already pushing himself away from her breast. “You’re done?”

It took some effort and baby grunts for Remus to scoot himself backwards, being very insistent to get off her lap and prop himself up on the mattress. Wild curly hair stuck up as Remus blinked around the room with wide eyes, excess milk dribbling down the corner of his mouth before Ahsoka wiped it away with his towel.

“There you go,” she told him, and Rex tried to not stare at how her breast was still sticking out of her shirt. “Do you want me to burp you, or do you need Cody for that?”

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[melting-houses-of-gold]

20 fic writer questions

thanks for the tag @snips2112; and I'm tagging @theblueeyedfirebender, @chocmarss, and @climbthemountain2020

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13

2. What's your A03 word count?

114,605

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I have been writing for the clone wars fandom but recently fell into a Jujutsu Kaisen hole and just wrote my very first fic for that fandom.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

could we live just a taste? (Rexsoka)

Something Borrowed, Something Blue (Gojohime)

The Valley of the Mythosaur (Rexsoka)

you are the beloved, longed-for destination at the end (Rexsoka)

Just Desserts (Rexsoka)

5. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think it's you are the beloved, longed-for destination at the end because it ends very much with Ahsoka having the knowledge that she's going to die soon. (rebels spoilers, sorry!)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of them have happy endings because I'm a sap. But probably ...and these hands of war can become hands of love because we love an Anidala soft baby moment.

7. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope and please don't start.

8. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I dooooo. I would say it's pretty vanilla tbh but I always try to write it with emotions and more about the inner thoughts and feelings of the characters. Smut as character study is always the goal!

9. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't, but I have done AUs in other universes (Pacific Rim, the Mummy, etc.)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No and please don't start.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but am open to it!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! Two and then a third one that's currently in the works.

13. What's your all time favorite ship?

It changes! I am such a sucker for battle couples, so really any of those I fuck with so hard. I have been really vibing with a number of the Jujutsu Kaisen ships because the writing has all been so up my alley and everything I could want in terms of smut, banter, AUs, etc. Writing has been Rexsoka, but I'm also falling rapidly down the gojohime rabbit hole.

14. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

LOL, most of the ones languishing in my docs but published for sure road trip Rexsoka, unless I get inspired by it again.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I would say banter and chemistry/romantic tension.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I would love to be plottier! I'm always envious of people who can write long fics and think through all of the details. I am a vibes girl through and through.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not opposed to it if it fits in the larger story.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Twilight on FFN, good luck finding it.

19. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I feel like it's whatever fic I most recently published, but I also usually like the ones that have gotten the least amount of traction with readers (because these are usually the ones that are for an audience of one, me!). So in that line, I would have to say that I really like Immaterial; it's a different writing style than I normally do, non-linear, very offbeat, etc. and I really love the dynamic that Rex and Ahsoka have in it.

20. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I normally try to respond when I put up the next fic or chapter or if it's been a really long time since they left the comment. But I always try to thank whoever read and commented!

[chocmarss]

In Which No Bed is Made

Summary:

“Shag,” Rex growls.

“And just like that,” Bo-Katan Kryze drawls out. “I know you’re still kissing Ahsoka with that mouth.”

Kriff, Kanan thinks, resisting the urge to grimace. This is getting messier by the day.

star wars rebels. rexsoka. post-mission to malachor. canon compliant. POV outsider. past bosoka. rated T. 4k words.

It ends before it begins, in the most literal sense possible, with a bang.

Kanan knows his way around with some explosives, can pick one up and shut it down if Sabine isn’t there with them to do the job, and that it’s one minute away from blowing them all up to pieces. He’s been a teenager who’s made questionable decisions at some time or another too, and there are certain things that need to be learned hands-on, so to speak.

Especially when you’re a survivor of a genocide that killed your entire family. There aren’t anymore Jedi Masters who can fill his hours with teaching the ways of the Jedi properly, fully, like they used to. Kanan’s using all that time to run from the Empire and to make sure he survives through the days.

Anyway, Little Caleb Dume learned it a long time ago after all, and this is when Grey’s old teachings of dismantling and reconstructing a flash bomb would come into play.

I’m not gonna let you handle a real bomb, he’d say. The General will kill me if she finds out. You’ll be handling the baby-locked ones.

Though, Kanan thinks that Padawan Dume would have agreed with him when he says that the excessive amount of deadly fireworks currently at work is a bit too much. It is considered his luck that they aren’t the ones making it happen.

Not that he can see the way they make pretty colors in the sky, but something no doubt is exploding then, from how the ground shakes and the hills groan. There’s even a little jiggle in the Force, as if it requires his attention, but it’s not bad enough that it’ll implode from the inside out.

And it’s coming from the direction of the factory they’re supposed to infiltrate.

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[lamaenthel]

Milkies

[read on ao3][Rexsoka Monthly: May '24 (Slice of Life)]

Rex and Ahsoka have happily settled on Medeina, far from the eye of the Empire, choosing to let go of the past and look to the future and take care of what's most important: their two children, Rajni and Jesse. But when Ahsoka is called away for some emergency repairs, Rex is left to wrangle their two teeny Togrutas without backup. He used to oversee hundreds of troopers. Two babies shouldn't be too hard, right?

Characters: Captain Rex/Ahsoka Tano, Rajni Tano, Jesse Tano Rating: Gen Wordcount: 5,114 Note: Buir is Daddy (Mando'a), Iibu is Mommy (Togruti)

"It'll be two days at most." Ahsoka still rolled up her socks and panties together like she used to when she packed for a field mission. "I wouldn't go if it wasn't important."

"I know." Rex bounced little Rajni on his hip. The white dot on her forehead was still stained weak blue from her birthday hunt. Jesse lay swaddled on the bed, kicking and watching his mother pack with adoring eyes.

"Reikka hired a mechanic to fix the solar panels but he scammed them. If that firewatch tower goes dark…"

"I understand, ner cyare." Rex stepped forward and pulled his wife into his arms. "I don't want to get swept up in a wildfire any more than you do. We'll be fine."

"There's at least a week's worth of milk deep frozen in the garage. Warm one unit at a time, thirty seconds in the nanowave at 35% power. Any faster than that and the sugar will boil."

He took a centering breath. "I know. You already wrote it down."

"I know, I know, I just…" Ahsoka backed away, curled over their son on the bed and kissed his nose. "Jesse hasn't left my sight since I crawled out of that tank," she whispered. Her left lek curled around his neck. "Neither has Rajni, except when you take her fishing. It feels so wrong to leave them. My instincts are screaming at me right now."

Rex eyed her twitchy rear lek, rolling like it wanted to smack. "I can tell." Truth be told, he didn't like the thought of her leaving either, but she wouldn't sleep a wink from the guilt of not helping their community unless she fixed it. At least this way she wouldn't be on her own; Reikka, the village elder, was going up the mountain too, and she'd volunteered her husband and son as protection against both the wild felinxes that roamed the peaks and any scrappers they might encounter. Rex wouldn't want to go up against just one of the burly Togrutas in his prime, let alone in his current shape.

He had to admit, Ahsoka wasn't the only one walking around with an empty baby bump, but he couldn't blame his new belly on growing one of the kits. They ate well on Medeina: Ahsoka's mechanic skills were valued far more here than on Daiyu, and between the garden and the fatty zizibi stew Lyotri down at the bar doled out in exchange for him chopping her firewood, these last few months they'd gone to bed with bursting stomachs instead of the growling ones they used to after splitting a bowl of nuna stew for the third day in a row.

Rex rubbed her back. "I'll hold down the fort until you return to us. Trust me, my love."

"I do." Ahsoka kissed Jesse one more time. "I do. It's not that, I promise. You're the perfect father."

He blushed. Rajni mewled sweetly and patted his burning cheeks. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not. It's not that I think you can't handle them for two days. It's my own dumb hindbrain insisting that I'm abandoning my young. It had nothing to do with your capability as a father."

"I get it, I get it."

"Ugh." Ahsoka pressed her forehead to his. "Two days, and I'll be home. And I'll be with my mate and my babies and we'll all be safe from wildfires."

"Yes we will."

"Yep."

"Yep."

"Yep." Ahsoka buried her face in his chest and groaned.

Ahsoka left before dawn; it all went to hell by noon. First Rajni, who had never in her life shown the slightest inclination of wanting to stick her head through the narrow railings on their dinky porch stairs did just that; then, while Rex was frantically sawing through the wooden bar that held his wailing daughter's head captive, Jesse decided that it was the perfect time for a total diaper blowout. Thankfully milk-fed kits didn't make much of a smell, but it was very yellow and… everywhere.

"I was a Captain in the Grand Army of the Republic. I oversaw over five hundred men. But somehow—Raj'ika, my love, hold still—the two of you manage to cause as much trouble as a whole platoon of clone troopers, right under my nose no less. How does that happen?"

"Boo!" Rajni wailed pathetically. "Boo–ooo–ooo…"

"Almost there, Raj'ika. Almost, just one more second—" Rex wrenched the railing free and carefully lifted her, trying to avoid getting too much of Jesse's osik on her. "You're alright, my baby. You're fine. See? You're free. No more trap."

Rajni pawed at him, desperate for the reassurance of a hug. "Boo!"

Rex sighed and gave in. He couldn't resist that pathetic little cry, not for anything in the galaxy. "Let's go wash," he mumbled.

Jesse, tied on his back, cooed happily and chomped his ear with his blunt milk fangs.

"Raj?" Rex called as he finished toweling off Jesse. "Where are you, my baby?"

"Huh?" Rajni peeked her head around the door, still naked and as slippery as a freshly-caught rocktrout from the sanisteam.

"Come dry off."

"Nuh!" Rajni grinned and bolted.

"Rajni!" Rex hastily tied the towel around his waist before following her out to the living room. "Raj'ika…"

All he heard was a high-pitched giggle. He followed the line of tiny wet footprints with his eyes, tracking the circle around the sofa, behind the bookcase in the far corner, through the kitchen and finally back to his overstuffed chair, a wet smear indicating where Rajni had crawled underneath it.

Rex sighed. "Rajni, come out of there. Please don't get dirty again."

He received no answer, just another giggle. He rolled his eyes and fetched Ahsoka's jar of tea eggs from the kitchen cooler. "Mmmm, eggs," he said loudly. "I love eggs."

The giggling stopped, replaced by an inquisitive chirp.

"Especially Iibu's special eggs. Mmmmm. Jesse, do you want one?"

Jesse chirped, eyes wide.

"Nuh!" Rajni dragged herself out from under the chair, covered in a gray streaked layer of dust. "Nuh! Boo!"

"Oh hello, Rajni," Rex said calmly, making a mental note to get Ahsoka to repair the damn MSE droid on her workbench. He split a marinated egg in half and smeared a little yolk on his finger. Jesse was still too young to eat anything but milk, but he could have a taste. "Did you want an egg?"

Rajni stomped her foot. "Muh!" Her infantile rage at seeing her brother tasting her egg was hilarious, though Rex kept his face as neutral as he could. "Boo muh! Muh! Muh!"

"Hmm?" Rex tilted his head. Jesse held onto his finger for better leverage as he licked off the spicy-sweet yolk.

"Muh-huh-huuuh!" Rajni wailed, collapsing in despair.

Jesse grunted and his eyes crossed. Everything between Rex's abs and his knees suddenly turned very warm. And yellow.

"Guess we're all going back in," he mumbled, snatching up his sobbing daughter before she could escape again.

The sun was down. The living room was dark except for the glow of the viewscreen, where Kento Koi's heroics held Rajni absolutely captivated. She watched the Nautolan superhero lift up the giant rock and save the Quarrens with big, unblinking eyes as she sucked on her cup of milk, absently petting Rex's arm with a soft hand.

Rex held his son's bottle with one hand and transferred a chewed nuna nugget to his daughter's mouth with the other. She never looked away from the viewscreen, too enchanted by the yellow Nautolan to do anything but release the sippy cup and open her mouth when Rex tapped her jaw.

"You look comfortable." Ahsoka's hologram reclined on her side, propping up her head on one hand. She looked sad. "I wish I was snuggled up with all of you."

"So do we." He smiled and tapped Rajni. She yanked away her milk with a loud pop! and a small gasp for air and opened up obediently.

"Are they being good?"

"Well, I had to do an emergency renovation on the stair railing." He laughed at his wife's look of confusion. "Rajni shoved her head in there and got stuck. Had to cut her out."

"Oh no!" Ahsoka exclaimed, dismayed.

"She's fine."

"Why did she do that?"

"As much as I'd love to have insight into the brain of a toddler…"

Ahsoka grunted. "I know, I just mean—what was she trying to accomplish?"

"Only she knows." Rex lifted his arm so Rajni could readjust and crawl underneath it.

"Iibu!" she squeaked, grinning.

"Rajni." Ahsoka lowered her voice. "Rajni, prrishk'ti Buir. Nahma kufuntha."

Rex's Togruti was far from perfect, but he recognized the words for listen and no mischief.

Rajni's face fell. She looked away with a pout identical to her mother's.

"I was looking right at her, too," Rex said. "She was crawling down the stairs, and then she just… did it. Couldn't even stop her."

Ahsoka snorted. "She needs a leash."

"She's just being a curious little kit. No harm done. I'll cut every other railing in the morning so she can't do it again." Rex accidentally swallowed one of Rajni's nuggets. He popped another one in and hoped she didn't notice. "And then Jesse sh—" he caught himself, glanced at Rajni, "pooped down my back."

Ahsoka barked out a laugh. "Oh no."

"Oh no is right. It got all over all of us." He relinquished the nugget to his daughter. "How're the repairs going?"

"Well the good news is that the solar panels themselves work perfectly fine. The problem is that some critter chewed its way into the conduit and munched on the wires between the panels and the batteries, so it can't collect any of that electricity."

"Uh-oh."

Rajni tossed her empty sippy cup. "Uh-oh!" she sang.

"No throwing." Rex snapped his fingers and pointed, fixing Rajni with a stern look until she got up with an annoyed grumble and retrieved it. "So you'll be longer?"

"No, thankfully. I just hate rewiring. I always cut my fingertips up."

"Poor thing."

"Precisely. Feel sorry for me. I'm all alone up here with owie fingers."

Rex snorted and hoisted up Jesse to burp him.

"Is he taking a bottle okay?" Ahsoka asked anxiously.

"Took him a second, but he figured it out. It's making him gassy though."

"He's swallowing too much air, then. He isn't keeping proper suction."

"That's what I figured. Anything I can do to fix it?"

Ahsoka shook her head. "I don't think we have any other nipple tops. You'll have to go to the general store in the morning."

Rex jumped; Rajni had stuck one cold hand up his shirt and grabbed his nipple. "That won't work, little one, mine aren't as talented as Iibu's." He removed her little vise fingers with a wince.

Ahsoka burst into laughter. "Do you remember the week after we settled here and he bit your nipple in the middle of the night thinking it was me?"

Rex would never forget the trauma of that chomp. "I almost launched him across the room jumping up so fast. He was still attached."

"Luckily we're sturdy little things." Ahsoka's hologram flickered a few times as she settled fully on her side, pillowing her head on her arm. "I miss you."

Jesse belched in his ear and ejected half of his dinner down his back. Rex just sighed. "And I miss you." He barely caught Rajni as she launched herself up and onto the back of the sofa, eager to lick up the milk. "I've, ah…"

"You've got your hands full. I'll let you go." Ahsoka smiled sadly. "I love you. And I love you, Rajni, and you, Jesse."

"Iibu." Rajni beamed at her from air jail.

"We love you. Goodnight, ner cyare." Ahsoka's hologram disappeared, leaving them with only the viewscreen's light. "Let's clean up," Rex said wearily, hauling his son to the fresher once again.

The clock on Rex's bedside table said 02:40—way too early for this banthashit—when he opened his eyes to the sound of a crash. The lamp on Ahsoka's side was on the floor, and while Jesse was still sound asleep in his little pillow lounger, Rajni was a flash of tan and orange as she streaked across the room.

The pink bantha jammies her mother had made for her had been flung to parts unknown in order to give her more freedom of movement. She zipped in circles on all fours on the floor, not giving a single damn about the lamp she had just sent flying. Her brown eyes shone with eerie green in the moonlight as she did her best impression of a wild tooka.

"Rajni," Rex groaned. He sat up, confirmed the lamp wasn't broken and therefore not a danger, then laid back down. "Please no zooms tonight."

"Zoom!" Rajni bounced off the headboard at the speed of sound and did a backflip across the room. "Zoom! Zoom!"

Rex knew there was no stopping her once she started. She just had to wear herself out. He curled around Jesse protectively, wondering how he was going to survive both of them doing this once Jesse learned how to crawl, and waited for it to be over.

Rex thought that if he had Rajni tied to his front and Jesse strapped to his back, he'd be avoiding chaos at the general store. Both of the kids loved being carried in their wraps. He didn't anticipate Rajni thrashing and screeching like a thimiar in a snare, acting for all the world like she was being tortured.

"No down," he said firmly, giving apologetic looks to the other shoppers. "You're being naughty."

"Doh!" Rajni squirmed, trying to shimmy loose.

"I said no, Rajni," Rex said, busting out the Captain baritone. "You can't get down right now. You don't have shoes." Neither of them ever did, so it was a ridiculous excuse and he knew it. Rajni did too, throwing him the same venomous look her mother used to give him when he'd tell her to stop doing backflips off of the B2's.

She may have had his eyes, but that attitude was all Ahsoka.

Both of the kids missed her desperately. He knew it was why Rajni was acting out, and poor Jesse was so gassy from the bottle that he'd had to massage his tummy and bend him in half until he finally tooted for almost ten seconds straight. Rex couldn't figure why he was having so much trouble with the bottle when Rajni never did, but his poor boy was miserable.

He found two different nipple tops that advertised themselves as preventing colic and paid for them, a jar of pickled tamtam feet and shahar candy for Ahsoka, and a marrow bone for his teething daughter.

"Here." Rex waggled it in her face once he was back out on the dirt road.

Rajni tilted her head. Her eyes narrowed right before going in for the chomp.

The bone kept her busy until they returned. The first thing he did was try out the new nipples for Jesse; he outright refused the first, but the second one he reluctantly accepted after Rex rubbed it on his lips for a few minutes, coaxing him to at least try for Buir.

Rajni cried the entire time, toddling aimlessly around the house in search of Ahsoka, chirping pathetically like a lost kitten.

Rex put Jesse down for a nap after he drank his fill and he was fairly sure that he wouldn't regurgitate it. He settled on the porch, sitting on the pillowed bench with Rajni and a holobook.

"Moo, moo goes the…" He glanced down at his squirming daughter. "Rajni, what animal goes moo? Show Buir."

"Iibu," Rajni said miserably, eyes still red from her earlier crying fit.

"I know, Raj'ika. I miss Iibu too." Every time she chirped for Ahsoka, Rex's heart shattered anew.

"Iibu." She buried her face in her hands and burst into tears again.

"Udesii, ner Raj'ika," Rex cooed, putting aside the old holobook and pulling her into his embrace. "Iibu will come home soon. She had to go help fix something that is far away."

Rajni continued to sob and shake in his arms. Her sweaty, teary face was jammed so tightly into his neck that he wasn't sure how she was even drawing air to cry. Her normal sunshine smell was soured by her grief. "Ii…Iibu…"

"I know." Tears stung Rex's eyes. "Let's go take a nap with Jesse, 'lek? Buir is sleepy."

"Nuh," Rajni whined, burrowing deeper. "Boo. Iibu. Geh Iibu."

"I can't go get her. She's fixing something very important that keeps us safe." Despite her protests, Rex hoisted Rajni up and toddled down to the bedroom where Jesse was fast asleep. His belly was so round; the poor little guy hadn't had much luck with the first nipple, but the second one did the trick, and now he was stuffed and milk-drunk. Beside him was a zizibi plushie that Ahsoka had crocheted, insides thumping away with a gadget that sounded like her heartbeat.

Rex kicked off his shoes and crawled on top of the covers. "Nap with me." He kissed Rajni and tucked himself tightly around her, one hand resting on Jesse's belly.

"Iibu," Rajni whispered. Her swollen eyes fluttered shut. "Ii…"

Rex kissed her between her montrals until she purred herself to sleep.

"Oof. It has been a day." Ahsoka's hologram lay reclined tonight with her shirt pushed up over her swollen breasts, a pair of hard-working pumps relieving her pressure. Almost every fingertip bore a little white bandage.

"Iibu!" Rajni squeaked, diving for the holoprojector. "Iibu! Iibu!"

"Hello, ner Raj'ika," Ahsoka said warmly. "Say hi to Iibu!"

"Hah! Hah!" Rajni bounced in place.

"She really misses you," Rex said, tearing his eyes away from Ahsoka's chest. "She's been a handful all day."

"I'm sorry, baby," Ahsoka cooed. "Are you being a good girl for Buir?"

"Lah!" Rajni reached through the hologram desperately. When her hands connected with nothing, her excitement quickly drained away to horror. "Ii… Iibu?" Her lower lip quivered. "Iibuuuu…" She burst into tears.

Ahsoka scrambled to sit up, nearly losing one of the pumps in the process. "I miss you too, sweet baby. I'm coming home tomorrow!"

Rajni buried her face in Rex's shoulder and continued to bawl.

"Please don't cry, Rajni!" Ahsoka begged. "Iibu's right here! Look at Iibu!"

"Poor thing. Betrayed by the holoprojector." Rex rubbed her back.

"Rajni, I'm right here!"

"Nuh-huh-huuuh." Rajni melted against his chest.

"Rex, do something!"

"She's been like this all day," Rex sighed. "There's nothing to be done. She misses her mother." He tilted the optical sensor to include Jesse. "Look, Jess, look at Iibu."

Jesse beamed at the hologram. He wiggled in his tight swaddle like a happy little silkworm.

"Is he upset too?" Ahsoka asked, her lip quivering just like Rajni's.

"He's… well, he knows you're missing, but you know how quiet he is." Rex couldn't help but glance at the busy little droids whirring on her ample chest. "He's taking the new nipple top I bought this morning a lot easier. But he still looks at me every time I give him the bottle, like 'what's this bantha poodoo?' He misses you for sure."

"I miss them too." Ahsoka wiped her eyes. "Rajni, Iibu loves you so much. Can I read you a book?"

Rex fetched the picture holobook he'd tried to read with her earlier. "Come on, Rajni, Iibu is sad too. Let's help her feel better."

"Nuh!" Rajni smacked him.

Rex touched his cheek, shocked. "Trooper!"

"Rajni, no hitting!"

Rajni drowned them both out with an ear-piercing scream and melted into a puddle of tears.

Ahsoka sighed. "I think I'm doing more harm than good."

"It's alright, cyare. She just misses you."

"I feel so guilty." Ahsoka sniffed and wiped her nose. "I'll… I'll let you go. I've only got a little bit of soldering to do in the morning and then I'm done. It took me six hours to get up here, but down the mountain will go faster."

"It'll be alright." Rex tried to redirect Rajni into his armpit to muffle her crying. "We'll see you tomorrow. You're doing a good thing."

"Yeah." She didn't sound like she believed him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Rex turned off the holoprojector. "Alright. Bed time."

"Nuuuuuh!" Rajni screeched and tried to escape his hold by bending backwards.

"Yes," Rex said, exasperated, and carried her to bed.

For the last month, Jesse was in the habit of only waking up once for a feed, usually around 0300. He wasn't drinking as much in one sitting with the bottle, so it made sense that he would wake up more often, but by 0400 he was on his sixth bottle. Rex fed him in the kitchen, bouncing in place just to stay awake.

"Come on, Jesse." Rex patted his son's back absently, swaying back and forth. "Finish this one. We don't want to waste." He wasn't sure if he could reuse the leftovers from before but he was unable to bring himself to dump Ahsoka's hard work down the drain, so he had taken to pouring out whatever was left in Jesse's bottle into a mug he kept in the cooler. Rajni could drink it in the morning.

Probably. He'd check on the holonet once his eyes uncrossed. He spared a moment to wonder what Ahsoka was doing with whatever she'd pumped out on the mountain.

Jesse released the bottle and squirmed, grunted a few times, then unusually—for him, at least—started to cry.

"Udesii, ad'ika, udesii. Ur'takur laam, ner ad'ika. Ner vutyc jag'ika. There you go, good boy." Rex settled him on his shoulder and patted him until his sobs turned to hiccups. "What's the matter, hmm? Do you miss Iibu too?"

At just over three months Jesse was far too little to nod, but Rex had a feeling he was right. He hummed as he swayed and patted his back, waiting for a burp that didn't want to come.

"Boo?" At just over twenty pounds, Rajni's thumpers had no right to be as loud as they were as she thundered down the hall. She turned the corner and slid to a stop, her purple nexu-striped footie pajamas slippery on the wood floor. "Boo!"

Rex shushed her. "Jesse was hungry."

"Gee." Rajni batted her eyelashes at him. The brown in her eyes disappeared, swallowed up by her pupils.

"Is Rajni hungry too?" Rex asked, smiling.

She pointed at the abandoned bottle. "Peez?"

"Of course, my baby. Especially since you asked so nicely." Rex dumped almost two ounces into her sippy cup and handed it over.

Jesse finally let out a burp louder than a tank shell. Rex tied him to his front, sat on the couch with Rajni snuggled against him, and fell asleep before her cartoons hit the first advertisement break.

"Why did you do it again?" Rex asked, frantically sawing through the railing he'd forgotten to take down yesterday.

Rajni scream-cried, bright red and miserable, stuck in the railings like a nerf in a squeeze chute. This time her brother joined her, screeching directly in his ear from where he'd been tied onto Rex's back.

"Alright, there we go, there we—gotcha." Rex swept her up in his arms and glared at the stupid rails. "Listen to Buir. I'm going to take them down right now. If you stick your head in there again before I'm done, I'm not pulling you out until I'm done with the other ones. Suvar, trooper?"

Rajni arched her back and did her best to escape his hold, still screaming.

Rex took a deep breath in, let it out, counted to ten, then went back inside for her wrap. He didn't trust the little troublemaker for a second, especially since she'd looked him dead in the eyes before shoving her head through the railing a second time.

Marrying a carnivore meant that Rex had to make a few adjustments to his diet. He was used to eating meat for every meal now, but to Ahsoka, cooking meant holding whatever chunk of raw meat she was holding near a fire until it was body-temperature warm, so it was a job that he had taken over for all of their sakes.

The cooler was full of nerf steaks marinating in a blend of jogan juice and nose-tingling Shilian spices. A dozen eggs—hard boiled, peeled, and stuffed full of spicy pickle relish—sat beside them, plus some crispy rock peppers filled with soft paneer cheese that Lyotri had traded to him in exchange for their wooden railings and a bowl full of cheesecake filling.

"Rajni!" Rex called, standing at the stove. He spooned up some bright-red mahkani gravy to taste. "Raj'ika, come here and taste this. Tell me if you like it."

Rajni toddled around the corner with a doll in each hand. "Huh?"

"Here." He blew on the spoonful before letting her sip.

She made a face and gagged.

"That bad?" Rex tasted it again, frowning. "It tastes alright to me. You don't like it?"

"Buh!" Rajni spat on the tile floor.

"Thanks a lot, kid."

"Patoo." She fled the kitchen, making vroom vroom noises as she made her dollies fly.

"You like Buir's cooking, don't you son?" Rex patted his son between his little green montral buds.

Jesse grunted and wiggled in his wrap. He was antsy. What he needed was a nap, but every time Rex put him down he started crying, and he couldn't seem to stay asleep for more than a few minutes at a time.

Ahsoka had already commed to tell them she was on her way home. Rex had started cooking almost immediately. He just didn't know what else to do; he had a dozen projects to work on around the house, sure, but he knew Ahsoka as well as he knew himself, and she was always starving after a long march.

Maybe he wasn't crying and chirping for her, but he missed Ahsoka as much as their children did. He missed the way her lekku smelled when she was out in the sun all day, the soft weight of her head on his chest in bed, the way she hummed absently as she worked on droids and farm equipment. He wanted her to know that he missed her too, and cooking her a feast to welcome her home was the best way he figured he could do that.

Well, the best way that he could show her in front of the kids, anyhow.

Rex turned off the burner, put the gravy aside, and took out the turu rice toasting in the oven. It went into the turbo-blender with cinnamon and sugar, then into the bottom of a pie plate once he'd thoroughly pulverized it.

"We're making Iibu a cake," he informed Jesse. "A special cake made out of cheese. I made it for Iibu's birthday last year and she loved it."

"Teez?" Rajni poked her head around the corner again. "Boo teez?"

"Yes, my baby, cheese." He let her lick a little of the creamy filling off his finger. This time she didn't gag.

"Boo." Rajni patted his leg, beaming. "Teez peez?"

"You want more?"

"Peeeeez." Rajni blinked until her pupils expanded.

"Oh, you little stinker," Rex chuckled. "Fine."

He gave Rajni the spoon to keep her busy while he poured the filling into the pie plate, then slipped it into the cooler to chill and harden.

Jesse wiggled in the wrap and whined.

"What's the matter, Jes'ika?" Rex freed him and sniffed his rump, but he smelled clean. "Did you just need your legs free? Hmm?"

"Maybe he's excited for cheesecake."

Rex spun at the sound of his wife's voice. Ahsoka grinned at him; she looked exhausted, dirty, and her hands were covered in bandages, but she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, grinning. "You sneaky little—"

"Iibu!" Rajni chucked the spoon over her shoulder and darted across the kitchen, flying into her mother's arms. "Iibu! Iibu!"

"My Rajni." Ahsoka's left lek wrapped around Rajni like a hug as she rubbed her head on her daughter, scenting her thoroughly. They both purred loudly enough to make Rex's liver vibrate. "My sweet baby. I missed you so much."

Rajni buried her face in her mother's neck, rumbling like the happiest little tooka in the galaxy.

"How was the walk down?" Rex relinquished Jesse, stifling the laugh that threatened to erupt at the sight of Ahsoka's other lek wrapping him up in a twisty embrace. His high-pitched cricket purr joined his mother and sister in a joyful, subsonic song.

"I hustled as fast as I could. Weather held out, but it's going to rain any second." With both of her arms—and lekku—full of babies, she had no way to hug him, so she pressed her forehead against his in a kov'nyn and sighed happily.

Rex took a deep breath, relishing her familiar sweetspice smell. "I missed you," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around all three of them and held them close. Her heartbeat drummed against his chest, matching the beat of his own.

"And I missed you. They weren't too bad, right?" Ahsoka laughed and leaned back; Jesse was already squirming his way into her shirt in search of milk.

"They were a little spicy, but nothing I couldn't handle." Rex ran his thumb across the wing on her cheek before he kissed her.

"Nuh!" Rajni said crossly, pushing him away. "Muh Iibu!"

"Your Iibu?" Rex asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We will all share Iibu," Ahsoka laughed, "because Iibu missed everyone and wants to see you all. Come on, let's go sit. My legs are tired, I've been walking since the sun came up."

"I've got dinner ready whenever you are. Just need to throw the steaks on the grill." Rex followed her to the sofa and let her get comfortable before he slid in beside them. Jesse was already latched on to one breast. Rajni yanked down her mother's shirt and shamelessly claimed the other side.

"That sounds amazing. I should hop in the sanisteam first, but first…" Ahsoka adjusted so that her head rested on his heart. "My babies." She kissed both of their foreheads. "My mate." She looked up with her big blue eyes, so full of adoration that it took his breath away.

"My mate," he rumbled, meeting her lips in another soft kiss that Rajni squealed in protest at. "My babies. Ner aliit."

"Cuun aliit," Ahsoka said softly, chasing his lips. "Our family."

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS Udesii, ad'ika: Easy, son Ur'takur laam, ner ad'ika: Chin up, my son Ner vutyc jag'ika: My special little man Suvar: understand Ner/cuun aliit: My family/our family

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Fandom creators self rec game! Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of. (No pressure btw!!)

Omg omg , so I’m gonna go from oldest to newest (late2021-recent2023)

The quality may be bad becuz im screenshooting most works from Instagram, this is also not in particular order.

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1. Timebomb(Ekko x Jinx) - League of Legends fanart

I’ve liked this work since I finished it (9 December 2021) and I don’t think so stop loving it! Idk why tbh! Mostly becuz of the small details of .. everything but also becuz I feel as though THIS is where I first found my art style! I don’t think I’ll ever top this work (in my opinion)

2. Technoblade Philza and that guy - …dsmp ☠️

Now I don’t like Dsmp at all anymore. (And tbh I don’t care if people still like it LOL) This is a 17 September 2022 redraw of a… 2020(?) art work (it was bad)….. Though I don’t like the fandom/content anymore I can still like the art! I really like the designs! REALLY BADLY TOO. IDK THEYRE JUST SO GOOD… might just steal them later and make them into my ocs

3. Obikin (Anakin x Obi-Wan)- Star Wars

I rlly like the colours, it looks so warm and cozy………. This was the first time I drew Obi-Wan decently good too. (27 January 2023)

4. Rexsoka (Ahsoka x Rex) - Star Wars

I really really love the colours, the anatomy is so delicious, and I just love those two immensely. I should rewatch clone wars now that I think about it………. I miss my Star Wars fixation so bad it was my PEAK!!! I just all together love this fanart so so much. Good memories too, fandom wise. (16 February 2023)

5. Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter

This was when I was experimenting with shapes and different colouring styles.. and tbh Draco is just so me and so my favourite.. actually I lied Harry is my fave… Idk! I just rlly like this recent-ish one! He’s such a baby! He’s my child!! (21 June 2023)

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If a reader was to make you fanart from one of your works which scene would you love to see visualized?

Ommmggg!

Nonny, you're so sweet!! Please let me begin by saying, if you happen to be the reader who would like to draw something, I LOVE seeing what inspires artists! You all are so talented and I love seeing what you create!!

But, here are some of my favorite scenes I would love to see! I've divided them up by ship, just in case!

Thranto

Be Here: When Thunhe salutes her dads at graduation

Articles of Amelioration: When Thunhe sees that her dads are still alive

Foxiyo:

Crescent: When Cameron returns home from war with a wife and baby

Uncover Me: When Fox and Riyo realize it's each other after all this time of thinking that they're dead.

Rexsoka:

One Day: Either when they see each other at the wedding, or when she shows up at his doorstep after leaving Lux.