#Sending you all the strenght and good luck needed to get through anymore you have left!

[ghost-trapped-in-the-screen]

Hnnnnnggggg!! Thank you! Just the thing I needed after a grueling assignment. I actually wondered if that ask might have been swallowed up by Tumblr.

aha, no, I'm just slow at drawing, I feel like I should put a disclaimer that I may disappear sometimes... opps.

But at least taking multi vitamins helped revive me, so remember kids, to take your pills!

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

“It’s a deserted planet. The soil isn’t good for growing food, and the atmosphere is dry enough that even moisture farmers haven’t tried making a living there” Ahsoka explained as she handed Rex the holomap “But some people say that powerful force users would go there to consult with those who had passed and seek their advice.”

Rex eyed the small silver disc with a crease in his eyebrow. Could it be the one thing to finally give him the closure he so desperately needed?

“Have you ever been there?”

“No” Ahsoka shook her head “The jedi aren’t allowed there. Seeking the dead is a form of attachment, and therefore is forbidden.”

“But you’re not a jedi anymore. You don’t have to abide to these rules. After you left the order, you never wondered-”

“I don’t want to speak to them, Rex.” Ahsoka cut him off, folding her arms and rubbing them in discomfort “I fear it would bring me more pain than solace... and you should take this in consideration as well.” she cast her eyes down “I mean... there’s nothing we can do to bring them back. And the connection, even in that place it doesn’t last long - if it happens - according to what I researched. It’s not like you can visit their spirits every weekend to sit down and chat. It’s a one-time thing, and likely a very painful one.”

Rex averted his eyes when Ahsoka looked back up at him, and she insisted:

“Besides, the very few times a connection happened, it was between very powerful force users. Like- Like Master Yoda. I have no idea if it’ll work with someone who isn’t force-sensitive, Rex.”

Rex swallowed down to then run a hand over his face.

“Look. You told me once that the force is in every living being, regardless of whether they’re sensitive or not.”

“Y-Yes, but-”

“That’s gonna have to be enough for me.” Rex turned on his heels walking towards the hangar, squeezing the holomap tight in his hand

“Hey!” Ahsoka called, and he stopped for a moment without turning to face her “Good luck. I hope you find what you’re seeking.”

Rex nodded, looking ahead at the rebel ship he had picked earlier for himself.

“Thanks.”

-

The trip had been long, and Rex dozed off a couple of times as the autopilot took him through hyperspace, farther and farther from the inner rim, closing in to the outer rim, where he and General Skywalker had faced so many battles in the days of the republic.

He would give anything to have those days back. The tally marks on his helmet and gauntlets almost took over all of the white plastoid, the countless brothers lost in battle mingled with the ones lost to order 66 - he counted them as dead, as they might as well be, having been turned into nothing but meat droids of the Empire.

The whole thing was horrifying. The way Wolffe had to find out via word of mouth that his own troopers had shot their General, sending him plummeting to his death. How Appo was made leader of the 501st and brainwashed into slaughtering every jedi under his aim at the Coruscant temple. The way Palpatine personally sent Fox to hunt down and kill Fives after he uncovered the truth about the brain chips.

Yes, Rex, Gregor and Wolffe survived, and it was all thanks to Fives, but they still lived in a nightmare where almost the entire galaxy was under the Empire’s flag, and their brothers that still survived were being enslaved and stripped of their free will.

Things had been too much to Rex lately, and when things became too much, he could always open up to one of his best ARC troopers: Fives. But now that wasn’t an option anymore. Fives had died in his arms, scared and crying like a cadet, his parting words being about how much he just wanted to be a good soldier and do his duty even as the circular blast still glowed on his chestplate.

He needs Fives. Needs to talk to him one last time, needs to let him know that his theory was right, and that it saved him from death or slavery.

-

He spends five days in the planet, walking around and seeking... not even he knows what. Will he know how to connect with Fives? Is this whole thing even real? Maybe Ahsoka was right, maybe he would have to be a Jedi to to it.

Still, he keeps walking, the filters in his helmet more or less compensating the stale, dry air. Rex believes the days are longer in this planet; either that or the boredom is making every day feel like two, and when nightfall comes it feels like a bliss.

He sets camp once again, a small tent and what someone could call a sleeping bag if they had very low standards. Rex sits down next to it, removing his helmet and closing his eyes for a moment. It’s difficult to breathe in the atmosphere, but clones had been engineered to withstand harsh environments, so he can probably stand it better than the average human.

He draws a deep breath, thinking about Fives. His sly little grin, the tattoo of a number 5 on his temple, the inflections in his voice.

“Fives...” he breathes out “Brother, please... I need to talk to you. Please.”

He takes another breath, his lungs straining some. He wonders where do troopers march away to when they die. According to mandalorian traditions, a vod is never gone. But where- where is Fives and the others? How can he connect to him?

The next breath he takes makes him dizzy. Rex snaps his eyes open, reaches for his helmet - he needs the filters - he ends up bumping his hand on it, sending it tumbling away. He gets on his knees, reaches for it again as his breath hisses in his throat... his sight grows blurry, going darker by the second. When he brushes his fingers on the plastoid of his helmet, his sight goes dark for good, and he drops down on his chest, slipping into unconsciousness.

He feels a pair of hands on his shoulders, helping him up to his haunches.

“C’mon now, sir, you’re embarrassing yourself like this.”

This voice...

“If Commander Cody saw you falling on your face like that,” one of the hands is tapping his cheek lightly “you’d never hear the end of it, heh.”

This laugh...

Every trooper has the same voice, or so it would seem to any outsider, but they all had their mannerisms. Inflections, accents, laughter. A good commanding officer could tell his soldiers apart with his eyes closed. And even before Rex opens his eyes to see the face before him, he already knows it’s...

“Fives?”

Fives smiled at him, looking exactly the same except for a small blue haze that surrounded him.

“Hey, sir. Glad to see you again.”

The words had barely left the trooper before Rex pulls him into a tight hug. He feels Fives’ arms embracing him back, and Rex realizes he didn’t expect the whole thing to work. He was literally chasing a ghost, and he was aware of it, but now that Fives is here, Rex feels lost. He should say something, anything...

“Fives, I... I missed you so much, I... I just...”

Fives gives him a couple of taps on his back.

“I know, Rex. I missed you too, brother.”

Rex pulls back, holding Fives’s shoulders still as he stares into the ARC trooper’s face.

“You were right.” Rex swallows down “The chips, Palpatine’s betrayal, everything. You were right. And you saved me.”

Fives’ face lights up with a smile, his eyes welling up.

“Then I... I did it. My duty... I did it.”

Rex nods over and over, squeezing Fives’ shoulders.

“You did... And there’s so much more, Echo, he’s alive, we rescued him, he’s on the run now, but still... Oh, and Wolffe. He’s still the same moody bastard, of course. There’s a resistance fighting against Palpatine, and- and Ahsoka, the lil’ commander? She’s a grown woman, fighting along with them, can you believe it?”

Fives is still smiling, but there’s something different about him. His blue presence seems to be losing strenght, parts of him slowly becoming transluscent. The hand Rex has on his shoulder drops, passing right through Fives.

“Fives...?”

“I have to go, Rex.”

Rex’s eyes go wide. No. No, he can’t lose Fives again.

“No…” he tries to hold onto Fives again, but it’s like he’s a hologram – there’s no matter to him, only a projection of blue lights “No, please! I can’t… Please, just a little longer…”

A glowing, perfectly circular hole blooms over Fives’ chestplate just like the blast that took his life, and the ARC trooper looks at Rex with a bittersweet smile.

“Regardless of whether we are leaving or being left behind, we always want a little longer.” And he sighs, his presence fading more and more “It’s okay, Rex. It really is.”

“Fives, please, don’t…!”

Fives vanishes before Rex’s eyes, and the captain buries his face in his hands. No. He needs more time. But something in his mind tells him that this was the last time he would see Fives.

-

Rex wakes up startled, events of the previous night slowly piecing themselves back in his brain. His hands shoot up for his face and he noticed the helmet is back on his head, breathing stable through his filters. He looks down to realize that he somehow entered his sleeping bag, despite having no memory of it happening.

What had really happened that previous night? Was it all a dream? Would he ever know?

Rex thinks it over as he gathers his things and walks back into the ship, sinking in the pilot’s sit and setting the coordinates to the rebel base, and as he enters hyperdrive and the stars set long trails against the dark backdrop of the sky he comes to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter.

To him, it had been real. And that’s all he needs.

[thetalentedkurthummel]

Kuris ll Sweet Creature P1

When: 10th April 2019 (roughly)

Where: Kurt’s house

Who: Kurt and Louis (@whatifprincelouis​)

Summary: Kurt has a fractured ankle and his boyfriend comes round to help tidy up. They discuss their relationship being made public, frustrations with Blaine and three little words.

Warning: Mentions of depression and child custody

Note: Written on Discord and P2 is currently being written

Louis

By now the drive had become familiar to Louis, even though they went to eachother's houses for the same amount of time. Twice. Of course now things had changed between him and Kurt, they were close now. Being it gifting Kurt roses for Valentine or cleaning up his house now that Kurt was injuired, slowly but steady he began to enjoy the small gestures their relationship offered. Sending messages to each other when they got the time. Or finding enjoyment in talking about the little girl that stole Kurt's heart. Everyday had been a blessing and Louis enjoyed every minute of it. Of course there were days when he began to think how he messed up with Elliott, but this time he made sure to voice those worries and allow Kurt to make him feel more secure. As his car came to an halt he smiled as he looked for the flowerpot with the hidden key. Opening the door to announce that he had entered the home so he wouldn't look like a burgler. "Kurt I am here!" Well it still felt too early to call it his home, though this time it felt almost tempting.

Kurt

Kurt was bored out of his mind because he was currently in a plaster cast, but that would hopefully change within the week and then all he would need is some physio to get back some of that strength but he was sure his cousin would help him with that. The reason as to why he was incapacitated right now was rather embarrassing but there was a toy lying around and he fell and injured his ankle. Serena was currently with Blaine, the latter of which he was unsure about because he wasn’t sure how mentally well his ex was right now. It made Kurt nervous. He didn’t want to take away Serena from him, but if he wasn’t fit enough to care for their child or even realise he was unwell and get treatment then that might have to change. Back to reality Kurt was looking forward to the next few hours. His boyfriend Louis was coming over and going to help him tidy up and just help Kurt forget about all his problems.

They trusted each other enough by now in that they would give each other keys or codes to houses or apartments and Kurt was even pondering on making this “official”, in that he would tell the world he was in a more serious relationship than he realised. However that would also mean he’d have to deal with whatever Blaine would throw at him. Before he could comprehend that thought he heard his front door open and his saviour had arrived. “Hey honey, i’m in the front room going nuts and need to remember what your face looks like.”

Louis

Louis didn't expect that to be the greeting he would be given, but it still made him chuckle. "It is what we get for having too little pictures of the both of us."He exclaimed the moment he walking into the front room. "I was expecting a war zone but it doesn't look like it takes me forever to clean." Then again he had yet to see Serena's room and it certainly was one of his to do clean up places. He greeted Kurt with a big smile and added: "Which is positive for me because it gives me more time to spoil my sweet secret boyfriend." With that he offered Kurt a soft kiss on his cheek. He took his time to sit next to Kurt and asked: "So tell me what is on your mind to the point you are tuning nuts because I am not only here to be your personal cleaning lady."

He winked. It did him well to see Kurt again, though it was odd to have Serena not around. He knew that she was with Blaine though a part of him missed the little girl, so he could picture how bad it would be for Kurt. With Darius his unexpected return he began to wonder if the dad type was a type that attracted him. He pushed the idea away by considering both Ian and Elliott. They were nothing like father figures. He simply enjoyed being around children. And kurt was adorable and charming. Plenty of reasons to like the guy.

Kurt

Kurt smiled at Louis and kissed him back as his boyfriend sat next to him on the couch. He wasn’t really dressed for the part but they had both seen each other at bad times (or at least Kurt had with Louis) and so he wasn’t as self conscious for Louis to see him in some casual bottoms and top. “Well it could have been worse but majority of the stuff I think is in the spare room and kitchen as it’s a bit difficult to put plates away. I can still use the hoover just about you know.”

He went and stroked Louis’ arm. “I was thinking actually of making our relationship status more...public. I don’t want us to be a secret anymore because i’m paranoid of the press or my ex husband. I want to show you off and treat you to romantic dates in places which are not my kitchen.�� Kurt then sighed. “However I would need to talk to Blaine first and...I don’t know how he is going to take it. I think he feels like I didn’t ever love him and he’s going to spiral like he did when we broke up back in college.”

Kurt was thinking too much. “I shouldn’t push this all on you, but you came in my life and didn’t think we’d get to a stage like this and you keep spoiling me like what you did on Valentine’s or just coming here and saying how you will pick me up like a princess. One day i’m going to be the one spoiling you.”

Louis

Louis listened attentively, as he softly smiled when Kurt returned the kiss. Wrapping his arms around the other, he allowed Kurt to talk what was on his mind. "Well that's why I'm here for, it's not that difficult to put plates away for you, or you know pick you up so you can." He teased, as he noticed their conversation grew a bit more serious. Louis had imagined the moment would get there eventually but he had respected that Kurt had his own pace with things. Part of him saw it as his duty to remain a secret for the sake of Serena as well, last thing he would want is for the little girl to get harmed cause of his father finding happiness with someone else. When he was in a dark state of mind that might have even scared him off, yet because Kurt had pulled him through with every day he had been his secret he had regained some inner strenght as well.

Placing his hand around Kurt's he pulled Kurt's hand towards his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on it. "If you feel that you are ready, you know I certainly won't mind. Because I too would love to have more public times of affection...though I can't say having you all for myself, or sharing you with Serena isn't fun either." He chuckled. "Seeing I've been in that state of mind I do understand what you mean that you have to discuss this with Blaine, and if Blaine is open for it I'd like to talk to him as well." He didn't have anything against Kurt's ex-husband. But he knew it wouldn't be easy, not for him, Kurt or Blaine. But if Louis could aid to make things easier he'd try to with the best of his abilities.

He offered Kurt a smile. "You aren't pushing anything on me, I was willing to wait and take things on your pace if you needed me to. Because I'm certainly grateful you became a part of my life, and in a way you are spoiling me plenty Kurt. You might not know but welcoming me in your home, having me be a part of your life, to me all these things are signs of affection and a way of spoiling me. I do these things because I want you to be happy, because you deserve that happiness. And you are a man worth waiting for, you have an amazing daughter and you are an amazing father. I'm really a blessed man."

Kurt

Kurt let Louis take his hand and kiss it as much as he wanted. Kurt years ago would never have thought he’d meet someone like Louis who was understanding and just wanted to take things slow in their relationship while their working life sometimes went 100MPH and other such things like needing to care for Serena or whatever Blaine was sending his way. Kurt also was understanding of what Louis may be doing or what had happened in the past with his love life. It is why the most intimate things they had done so far was kissing, hugging and laying down with each other non sexually - despite the fact they had been going out officially since February of this year.

Louis to Kurt felt like he was young and innocent again and there were no worries of needing to impress him, despite the fact that Kurt needed to up his game a little in the romantic gesture department, but he was working on that. Kurt laid his head on Louis shoulder. “All I can say is good luck when it comes to Blaine. I will try and arrange a meeting between you two but I can’t promise that Blaine won’t be a bitch about it. He is usually fine, but when upset he gets into a weird head space.”

Kurt got distracted by what Louis was then saying. “You say you are blessed to have me when I really feel it’s the other way around, you’re my prince who comes bearing gifts and cleaning services. You make me feel like i'm doing the right thing when it comes to my parenting and let me relax and not try to live up to false expectations like I sometimes have to do at work.”

Louis

Managing a club and working on a fashion line certainly had him occupied, but in a way he had learned not to get him to be overworked. Their work was a major part in both of their lives, but Louis made sure that there was enough room to spend with this amazing man next to him. He wasn't in a hurry, and waiting for every small step to be taken felt normal to him. He knew they would take all steps that belonged to a relationship eventually. Though Elliott certainly played a part in his own pace, he found himself growing happier with every day passing the way things were being right now. And with days passing he didn't feel afraid for a potential next step. Kurt made him happy and that happiness he wanted to return.Kurt made him feel worthy of love again, a feeling that he had lost not only with Elliott but with Ian as well. He was a romantic soul and liked to show his love for Kurt with the tiniest of gestures. Being it placing a hand in his, kissing his temple or simply acknowledging what he was feeling.

"You know I love you right?" He whispered softly, a gentle smile forming on his lips. "I'm sure that Blaine won't be easy, but I do hope he understands that he'll be a part of this family regardless of how it is shaped." He smiled. "I do not wish to take his place away, I simply want to join it."

Even if Blaine would be rude, he wouldn't be unempathic towards him. The situation wasn't easy and certainly something he had to adjust with. "I just want you to be yourself, because it's you who makes me the happiest. I don't want you to change yourself in order to make me feel happy. Just spending time like this is enough for me, and even though everyone might not know I capured your eye, I know I did, and that I love you. And that's enough for me. Though if I get to show you off it's even for the better. The moment I don't have to hide this anymore I'm really going to show you off as much as you deserve. Because you are an incredible father and an amazing boyfriend Kurt."

Kurt

Kurt’s heart skipped a beat just a little when Louis mentioned the L word. He looked in his boyfriend’s eyes and opened his mouth slightly not sure what to say. Sure he was falling for Louis hard, but his head and heart was still trying to recover from what happened or didn’t happen with Blaine. They had been together on/off since high school and there was always going to be a part of Kurt that loved him still. Heck he felt guilty sometimes for going out with Louis so soon after his separation.

He sighed and kissed Louis softly on the lips to show his affection. “I didn’t know but I know now. I’m sorry but I can’t say those three little words you probably want to hear in return right now. I have lots of things going on and i’m still trying to figure where everyone fits - including you. I see you in my future as my partner and even step father to Serena, but when I say those words I want it to be right, to feel right. I don’t want it to be in a situation where i’m not feeling myself with a fractured ankle and in my sweatpants.”

Kurt caressed Louis’ arm softly. “This isn’t a relationship i’ve experienced before. This relationship...i’m still yet to put it into words, probably because there are none. I will probably have to sing it, though don’t expect me to come out in song right now. I’m not Rachel Berry.” It was true though, Louis despite his appearance made him feel like royalty and it felt like they were in some kind of dom/sub/switch relationship without the need of sex or other kinds of bondage to show what they mean to one another. “In time I will say it, but for now I will say thank you for your love and it means the world to me. Now...what about what you were saying where you were going to pick me up like a princess, you’ve still not done that yet.”

Louis

Louis smiled as he listened to Kurt express himself slowly. Though he certainly was the first to say those three strong words, he knew that it would still need Kurt more time before he would be the one to return them. But something Louis had learned from what they were having right now was patience.

He smiled at the soft kiss and nodded. "And I am fine with that Kurt. I am not unaware of what you are going through." He sofly rested his hands on Kurts and offered him a soft smile. "Everything can go on your own pace. You might not have realized it yet but I am not in a hurry. This whatever it will be in the end, can go as slow as you want it to." He then chuckled. "And you look great in everything I'd say you almost look adorable right now."

"Well I'd make a terrible duet. I never sang to begin with so maybe for the better that you are not like Rachel. Though I enjoy listening to musicals-" Well he silenced himself because it wasn't something he wished to prove. "Well..." Louis smiled for a moment before chuckling sweetly. "You might wanna make sure you hold onto me well, cause I will sweep you off your feet right now." With that he paced his arm around the others back, and one under his knees.