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HUUUUHHHHhhhhhhhhhh Aphrodite y u do dis???😭😭😭. Bly is me rn I’m sobbing

But goddamn I love L Rex. He’s down BAD for sho’cye that's some dedication right there ahaha. Get u a man that turns mortal for u. ALSO. FOX. Why is Fox always such a snitch when it comes to Rex?? Sugar pie, LEAVE UR FCKN BROTHER ALOOOONE

And I love that even here, Rex is the one to give sho'cye a name🥹

Also the little greek mythology nods? Orpheus😭😭😭

Sweet Sea Blossom

Entry to @clonexocweek - 02.15.25: What If... | Event Masterlist

ɠɾҽҽƙ ɱꌦƚɦ αυ – ʂҽα ɳꌦɱρɦ!ɾҽ᥊ × ɦυɱαɳ!ʂɦσ'ƈꌦҽ

Tags & Warnings: the command batch is a group of sea nymphs, plot what plot (not porn – there is no clear plot), what's a greek myth without a twisted infatuation, and a cursed tragedy that follows afterward because these gods i swear, implied eventual sex, this is not a W Rex at all he's still an L, irrelevant au lore, too many time skip, these are no tags these are my rambling lmao Pairing: Rex x Sho'cye (OFC Force Goddess) Word Count: 3.0k A/N: Oops I know I did kinda promise an artwork but there hadn't been the time, as my time was taken cooking the previous installment. Sorry if this is a bit messy and too direct, my poetic brain is switched off at the worst possible time and speaking about time I did race against time 🗣️ I guess enjoy this one?

Sea-themed divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics

Zephyrus’ wind blows past the little pocket of rocky shore where the oceanid brothers spend their downtime. Waves lap at their feet, every brush reminding them of their water dominion and existence. It's particularly sunny today, and the oceanids love the warmth of the sun. Not that they can burn from the heat like those poor mortals anyway. The worst that could happen to you is slipping and falling into one of the rocks, and earning a dreary long yet oddly curvy cut to your left temple, your brothers’ laughter never sounding so cruel to your ears.

Yeah that's Cody, if you haven't caught it yet. Poor sod.

“I'll just say it, brother; your stance is shit.”

“Ah,” Cody laughs, shaking his head from the spot he's chilling at – one of the smoother pieces of rock that would keep him safe from another incident. “Bad word, Wolffe.”

Wolffe, the second eldest of their group, shoves Fox away from his face and shakes his fists, hopping on both feet for momentum in their minutely roughhousing. Water splashes all around him as he does. “Don't chide me, Codes.” He casts a dark smirk. “You are no sovereign over me.”

There's something in the way Wolffe smirks. The creases on his face as he does makes him extra scary no thanks to that damaged right eye. It was some stupid little dare their little circle of brothers – Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, and Rex – came up not too long ago. Fox challenged him to come up to Cetus and tickle the monster on its fin with his bare hands. What followed? His head caught between the monster's jagged maw. One of Cetus’ needle-sharp teeth caught his eye by accident, coercing Fox to come up to rescue their older brother from Poseidon's pet fish. Guess who got reprimanded by Alpha.

Yes. Wolffe. Fox remains a little shit since then, sporting so many facial scars from the incident with a triumphant and shameless grin.

“Tell that to Alpha,” Cody says, reclining even further to enjoy Helios’ mighty light, “Or Poseidon. Either would complain the same way.”

Fox lunges at Wolffe again, and the roughhousing carries on. The only noise there is, is the water violently splashing all around them. Bly smirks at the sight, shaking his head as well from the spot where he's stone skipping. His head swiveling, the turmeric paint on his cheeks arches as he smirks their littlest brother, Rex, drawing in the wet sand with a long twig.

A topic worth conversing pops up in his mind.

“Rex?” Bly calls, “You have something to say, little brother?”

The only blond out of the five looks up, dark brows deeply furrowed.

“I'll say!” Fox pipes up while he pins Wolffe's neck under his armpit, their bare, built shoulders glimmering in the sun. “He's been watching the lone pearl farmer who resides in one of the southern bays.”

No no no nonono. How could they know? Have they been following me all this time?

Keeping his face straight, Rex says nothing. With one last glare at the rowdiest out of them, he scowls and returns to his drawing endeavor.

“Now that's a curious topic,” Cody teases, a cheeky yet charming grin pulls the corners of his lips further up, “Why haven't you brought it up to us, little brother?”

“Because it's a secret?” Rex scowls further, his attention split and snaps to Fox and Wolffe making their way over from the water. “How did you even know, anyway?”

“Oh I know,” Fox laughs, jabbing a finger at Rex, “The question is, why?”

Warmth creeps up Rex's face. The damn heat makes it easy for them to catch a tinge of pink across his bronze cheeks. “...Why?”

“Yes, why?” Bly chimes in, “You would have some explaining to do when Alpha finds out you are consummating with a mortal.”

Rex groans, getting up to his feet and patting sand away from his body. “Bold of you to assume I'm doing that.”

“Soon you will,” Wolffe warns sternly, “Then it will be a tragedy that befell you, Rex. Immortals like us, breeding with a mortal – if the union isn't blessed by the gods, especially our lord Poseidon, you would be doomed.”

“All that you'd have to know is no need to be afraid about Poseidon's ire.”

Flowing raven hair sweeps back and forth in the slight breeze, the mortal woman glances up at him and smiles at his reassurance before returning to her meticulous work – pearl farming. They've been friends for too many days to count. Rex's adoration towards her only grows…

“You are pleasing him with your worship. And your sacrifice. And with this nurturing work, as well.”

…for those exact reasons.

The nameless lady is always heard of down in the sea. She worships Poseidon all her life, born in this very beach, her family had passed a long time ago. Even then, she praises how the ocean breeze brings peace to her heart, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the blue of the sea is all she sees, and is her lifetime companion.

Rex, very simply, falls head over heels.

“That is actually very nice to hear,” she enunciates courteously, as she's aware she's speaking with an immortal – someone who bleeds gold and not red. “Though this is what I have to do for a living.” She gestures to her precise-looking harvesting tools, her tone meek. “For money.”

“Doesn't matter,” Rex convinces, leaning back against the edge of the table as he sits outward, his elbows perching there. “You pour your entire passion into this. It's pleasing, still.”

His heart blooms in every praise uttered to the sea, and in every stretch of rouge lips forming a smile. Or laugh, melodic notes pouring out of her lithe throat that never fails to send his stomach aflutter. In every spark of joy in his company, sea green eyes glimmering like how Helios' light reflects in every sway of the waves.

“Thank you, Rex,” she smiles.

And that's always the problem. She never tells him her name. He begged, once. Just so he wouldn't have to call her lady or mortal or woman or farmer.

He tries again.

She laughs, melodic laughter filling the air. “You must try harder than that.”

Rex rolls his eyes, a charming smile graced his lips. “Then would you like me to strum and intone like Orpheus for you?”

“If you'd like.” She shrugs one shoulder almost teasingly. “See if that impresses me?’

Rex has to avert his gaze from her bisque-toned shoulders. Almost bare save for the modest white straps – void of any embellishments unlike Amphitrite’s servants – but enough to stir something within him. “I'd love to, fair lady,” he manages to respond normally, the smirk still tugging on his lips, “But alas, I can't sing.”

“A nymph who can't sing?”

“A sea nymph,” Rex corrects, “I can’t sing above the water, but I can, underwater. The ocean makes beautiful chords of nature, you see. I, with my brothers, sometimes participate in our own little choir.”

“I believe you,” she indulges him, her look sincere and welcoming for another story of his dwelling. “And it lives, after all. The ocean. It gives life. It gives you.”

His chest bubbles with warmth. Another mental praise sent to Poseidon for being born a being of the sea. Her praises are eating him alive and he'll drown willingly.

Returning to her work, she maintains the conversation going by asking, “What do you sing about in the water?”

“Life,” Rex answers quickly, easily. “Sea, being the essence. We sing about Oceanus. Of Aphrodite, who emerged from the sea. We sing about the beginning. The end. We praise Poseidon as well,” he rambles fondly, “But my brothers and I often sing a war chant.”

“A war chant?” Her tone is horrified, somewhat. “Do you go to war? There's a war beneath the ocean?”

“I cannot answer that,” he settles, “But we find the chant soothing. Ire burns in our hearts, and we will always be guardians of the sea – me and my brothers all. It's what we live for.”

The woman shifts her attention to him. Glittering sea green eyes mirroring the very Aegean Sea. Soft bisque skin that's unbothered by the sun, her beauty can be easily mistaken as a nereid’s. Raven hair, unbound and cascading down her back, urging him to push them away just so he can make a path for his lips, trailing upward from her lean clavicle to her luminous smile–

“It's beautiful, Rex,” she says. Said smile emerges, and at that moment, he decides that he will do something about it.

“Rex, brother-mine,” Cody nears to his personal space one night, “I know you love her, but don't do this.”

The blond sharply turns around, glaring, his intention glinting in his eyes like the lighting candle inside the mortal’s house at the other end of the beach, as if daring his brother.

Cody sighs. “Your union will not be blessed by the gods. We're nothing against them,” he warns gentler this time. The evening gale blows past his dark curls as he solemnly shakes his head. “Perhaps the Fates didn't plan this to happen at all, Rex.”

“If you're saying that, then perhaps the Fates plan this to happen eventually.”

“Your feelings are strong. I can feel it,” Cody insists, his face falls. “But if something happens to you, I can't help you.”

Rex’s heart falls. The weight just feels so damn bigger now, but he won't back out. Not when his feelings are so strong. “But would you?”

“I would. You're my brother, after all.” Cody draws a shaky breath. “And as your brother, I must warn you; all I know is this will end in nothing sort of domestic bliss. If the gods don't give you a sign, this will end in tragedy.”

With one last look to the ocean behind Cody, Rex turns and marches forward in the direction of the quaint home that belongs to his beloved, his toes kicking the sand everywhere. “I know.”

The mortal lets out a gasp, breaking his fierce kiss in the process. But still, she hasn't let go. Their foreheads leaning against each other, her arms around his neck; when they meet lips for lips she'd been burning with the same passion. “This is why you came all along?” she asks, almost in disbelief.

Rex bores deep into the sea green pools. For a moment they seem betrayed, but he's willing to toe the line. In the dimness of her bed chamber, he tightens his hold around her. “Would you hate me?”

Her hands drift onto his jaw, caressing the patch of skin, unblemished and divine-looking, compared to hers; freckled as evidence to take a beating from day to day heat. “I… don't know how to answer that, to be honest.”

Rex's heart falls at her hesitance. Had this been wrong after all? His finger curls under her chin, tilting her head up so she looks into his eyes; sizzling warm amber, the opposite of his natural element. Funny how she's adorned with such beautiful pair of eyes as if gifted by Poseidon himself, and his by Gaia – the color of the earth, shared with his brothers as well.

“Please, my sweet sea blossom,” he breathes, his voice raspy in their closeness, “Tell me.”

A sigh escapes her plump lips, slightly swollen from his passionate ministrations. “I cannot hate you,” she declares, almost submissively, “But if… if you came here only to ravish on my body, if it pleases you, I shall give.”

His heart fractures. How could she think that? Like an unspoken debate, he steals another brush to her bottom lip, his tongue peeking out to taste her better. “It would be foolish of me to only do that to you and give you nothing more.”

Sea green pools snap to him in surprise. “But that means–”

“Yes,” Rex interrupts, breathing heavily. His hand slides upward and holds the back of her neck – almost demanding, convincing. Confession burns bright inside his chest, their closeness only setting the fire ablaze into the sky like a sacrifice to the deities of passion. “You've ensnared and captured me since the first day I caught you upon this shore.”

He can hear her breath hitches. Upon her lips, parted in surprise, Rex places another devouring kiss – to convince her – seduce her, even. He wants her.

“Every waking moment since my earliest days of life I have worshipped Poseidon with all my heart,” she says, the last ounce of her apprehension etched into her tone, “I’m just… scared, if this isn't what he wants.”

“But what if this is what the Fates want?” he contends, throwing his brother's rather sensible argument – and apparently; caution, to the wind. He can't help it – his fingers curl and lightly tug on the knot of the sash that holds her weathered dress together. “Would you take me? Please?”

The same fire burns in her half-hooded gaze. “Can't refuse you,” she whispers, “You have my heart, too, Rex.”

With a silent permission, he tugs on her dress, the fabric gliding past bare flesh, all for his eyes and wandering hands to feast on. Within moments, Rex's touches are upon her, gentle and sizzling and leaving trails of fire on her mortal skin. Shifting bodies, their chests grazing each other's that draws sharp intakes of breath, timid brushes of the lips that soon turns feverish paired with teasing caresses that please each other in so many ways.

With his strength, Rex carries her to the cot, his mouth still lapping and latching onto her skin as if possessed. A growl emits from the depths of his chest, his eyes meeting hers hopefully as he inquires, “Still won't tell me your name, sweetling?”

She laughs. “What for?” she cheekily remarks, “I like ‘sweet sea blossom’.”

His heart bursts with joy, her scent already overwhelming his senses as he breathes her fully. Rex smirks into her skin victoriously as he lays his love marks upon them. “Just so every immortal up in Olympus down to the Underworld knows of the one whom I make love with.”

“They're cursed.”

“Hi yeah I'm good thank you how about you?” Aphrodite rolls her eyes. Her smooth and delicate arms across her chest, one foot tapping against the marbling floor of Poseidon's throne room. “You need to loosen up. They're in love.”

The bearded god slouches against his grand golden seat. His impossibly blue eyes glaring down into the goddess of love. “How would I know this is not your son's work?” his thundering voice rumbles.

Aphrodite flings her arms up. “Eros hasn't been in these parts for months–”

“What's clear to me is that isn't love,” Poseidon insists. There's a somber look in his eyes that also latches onto his posture – disappointment. “It's infatuation. It's obsessive. It's bad.”

Deep down she knows he's right. The lust was palpable, and even though driven by tender love, it was reckless.

“So what? They've got to…” Smirking, the goddess raises a hand, thumb and forefinger already meeting and forming a circle, and stabs into the hole it makes with another digit from the other hand. Poseidon groans. She continues, clearly entertained, “And my, it was one of the greatest breeding I've ever seen. Didn't know your nymphs could do that position.”

The god of the sea slams his trident onto the floor, the mighty thud echoes throughout the sea around them and makes Aphrodite flinch in her place.

“Fine,” she drawls. “What's your idea? I, for one, have none. They have my blessing.”

“You're not serious, aren't you.”

“Poseidon,” the goddess warns, “This isn't something we have to take seriously. They're happy with each other, so what?”

“It's against–”

“The wills of the gods blahblah yeah. Stupid.”

“Zeus would beat my ass.”

“Tragic,” she jabs. The sovereign of the sea throws her a deadpan glare. Aphrodite grunts, “Fine. You want my idea? I want your nymph to be fully human then. And forget his brothers. Forget all that he is. Give him what he wants. What he possesses, we take.”

Poseidon's eyebrows raise. “Huh. Look at you go, ‘Dite.”

She huffs. “Look man, I just want them together and set sail into happily ever after without your subordinate-centric constant bullying. Yeah? As long as they're together, I'm happy too.”

“I can't believe it.”

“None of this is believable, Wolffe,” Fox says, as they try to keep themselves hidden from behind a large rock outcropping, Helios' sun glares upon their bronze bodies as they watch the woman and Rex, now turned human with a blank slate for a memory thanks to the mercy of the gods.

It could've gone worse. He's still alive. That's what matters.

“We expected this,” Cody says, his mood already somber, “I told him that night. Warned him, in fact. He wouldn't listen.”

They watch Rex jerk in his movement, in the middle of his newly learned skills of pearl farming, failed to pry open a shell with the shucking knife.

They watch his blood – red, instead of gold – drip onto the sand below him. His… his wife – supposedly – immediately tends to him, worry and amusement latched onto her fair countenance as she douses the broken skin with water. She's quite a beauty, they admit, and caring. Rex is fortunate.

Fox turns, and double takes. “Bly, stop crying.”

“Am not!” His turmeric paint, in fact, smeared with tears.

Wolffe sighs heavily. “Our brother is happy. That's what we must always remember.” He turns away, the ocean lapping at their feet, as he's ready to go home. “Though he will no longer remember us. Or the sea.”

“He'll be only looking at the sea for most of his life now.” Cody throws one last look towards the shore, casting all his longing from every divine fibers of his body for their littlest brother, before turning away as well. “Not living in it.”

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A/N: I guess this is sad and angsty in some way... I didn't proofread this as much as I'd like to 🥲 Thanks for being here 💓

#I forgot this in my drafts #oops #the clone wars #star wars #star wars the clone wars

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