#soft rexsoka

[sticks-and-souls]

Before You Go

aka Rex Coming to Terms With Ahsoka Leaving the 501st After The Wrong Jedi Arc

AO3 link here, full oneshot below:

Rex’s footsteps echoed heavily down the hall as he stormed through their temporary barracks on Coruscant. It was supposed to have been run of the mill. The men get a week or two of down time while General Skywalker and the Commander take care of this bombing investigation for their Council. But now…

Now…

He took a shaky breath and turned down a corner, completely on autopilot. He felt so angry that it was like his heart, his blood, and everything inside him had turned into lava and the only way it wasn’t all spilling out of him was because he was clenching his jaw so tightly. 

The itch burning through him to fucking do something to fix this was completely at odds with the absolute truth that there was nothing to be done. They had cleared her of charges. She was still choosing to leave. With a herculean effort, he reined himself in from slamming his fist dead into the wall of the corridor. 

He couldn’t do anything to fix it because what needed to be done was to turn back the clock and make this entire debacle not have happened in the first place. He closed his eyes as regret bled into the liquid rage coursing through him. How many times in his short life had he wished for a do-over on how something had played out? And now, like all those times, all that was left was to deal with the fallout instead. 

He clenched his teeth harder. And apparently, part of that fallout included him being batshit out of his mind. 

His swirling thoughts were useless. He was thinking and feeling so many things, all pinging off of one another, that he could process none of them. Nor, he realized bitterly, did he want to. He couldn’t fight this and he didn’t even want to pretend to fight this. The firing range was usually the first place he ended up after losing a soldier. Each bolt blazing across the empty space allowed his brain to focus on something else and pretend that this practice would save everyone next time. And in the meantime, his pain and grief and powerlessness could all swirl around in the background until it settled down enough for him to take it one thought at a time. But every time he considered turning back to the range now, his mind violently rejected the idea outright. He didn’t want to know what he was feeling, it wouldn’t matter to realize who all he blamed for this, he wasn’t interested in discovering why he felt nearly as angry about this as he had been on Umbara. 

He swallowed around a renewed surge of lava that boiled up his throat over that realization, but it was true. And to hell if he was going to give that closer inspection right now. If staying angry let him draw a sheet over those mental boxes that he didn’t want to look inside—one of which was to begin grasping the impossible reality of moving forward in this neverending war without her—then he could just stay fucking livid. Forever, if he had to. Sorry General, since I don’t want to deal with even thinking about going back to the front without her, we have to stay here. Sorry Chancellor, the 501st can’t leave Coruscant without Commander Tano, so we’ll just have to press pause on the war effort. Sorry Separatists, no one showed up to fight today, I guess you’ll just have to do yourselves in. Congrats everyone, Captain Rex just ended the fucking war by being fucking angry. 

He had stopped in the middle of a corridor and when he crawled out of his head to actually get his bearings he realized he was standing in front of her closed door. 

He stared at it, not really seeing it, transfixed by the unblemished gray empty surface. This was the last place he should be. He wanted nothing more than to talk to her and had absolutely no idea what he should say. Besides, how could he ask her to worry about taking care of his feelings on top of her own right now. 

The gray door stared back at him. 

What was he supposed to do without her? What were any of them supposed to do? Skywalker had looked like he was going into shock. 

He should knock. 

No, he should leave.

His limbs refused to move towards either action. 

Would he plead her not to go? 

…

…Did he wish he could leave with her?

Abruptly, he felt like he was falling, like the gray void might consume him, and the anger that he had been gripping to so tightly was suddenly slipping through his fingers. 

He lurched himself into motion, back the way he had come. He was in no condition to talk to her. She probably wasn’t even here. Needles pierced through his gut. What if she had left already?

“Rex.” 

He stopped in place. For the first time since the news had broken, silence descended on his thoughts. 

He looked down at the floor—how had he never noticed how completely gray everything was?—

“I was just leaving,” he said. If he didn’t turn to face her now, would he be able to stay frozen in the times before this horrible week?

“You can come in if you’d like,” she replied and her footsteps receded back into her room. 

He turned around and followed her inside. 

Her back was to him and she was looking down at her limited belongings on the bunk. She had a single bag—non-military issue—but it looked mostly empty. Probably just her change of clothes. She was standing tall but there was a slant to her shoulders, like her spine was stiffly holding all of the rest of her up from wanting to sink beneath the floor.

He set his helmet on the small table by the door. Now that he was looking at her, he wanted to be sure he could drink in every detail: the warm sienna of her skin, the bright striping of her montrals that almost matched the blue of the 501st, the colorful beading—

His brain stopped. Her padawan beads were gone. This was really happening. 

And then she turned to look at him and the absolute loneliness in her expression was like a punch to the gut. 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. 

In two steps he had reached her and wrapped her up in a tight embrace. 

How could they have done this to her? This incredible and brave and fierce and compassionate young woman. Wasn’t she everything they claimed to uphold? Hadn’t they seen how much she had sacrificed for them? To be like them? Because she believed in what it was to be a Jedi?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, not seeming to mind that his armor was probably digging into her.

“No,” he shook his head. “No. You deserved so much more than how they treated you.” 

He could actually feel her squeezing back through the rigid strength of the plastoid. She nodded slightly, then with more momentum, then she was trembling and he realized she must be crying. The room lost focus and he realized he was crying, too. 

It was such a strange contradiction to feel like he had lost her and still be able to hold her close. The knowledge that this was the last time he would see her kept rolling over him but it was such a foreign experience to have a warning like this that his arms clung to her in blatant denial, as if to say “can’t you see she’s right here?”. But before today, they were either both going to survive the war or one of them would die in the blink of an eye first. There had never been a third option until now. Was this better? Should he be grateful that, for once, he was actually getting a chance to say goodbye? 

His chest contracted again and he tightened his hold on her as more tears slid down his cheeks. It would seem that saying goodbye didn’t make loss any easier. She was still about to be completely beyond anywhere he could reach her. 

Her breathing was eventually becoming steadier and he began moving his hand up and down her back, realizing the motion was helping to calm him as well. If this really was the last goodbye then he would make sure she left knowing there were still people who loved her, who would always have her back. 

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

At last, she took a step back and dried her face on the back of her hands. Her eyes were puffy and a little glassy when she looked up at him. 

“You can still trust them,” she said, her voice scratchy from crying.

Rex lifted his gaze and looked away, suddenly feeling exposed. It was like she had peered into the swirling thoughts inside his head that he was refusing to identify and easily plucked out the one that mattered the most. She had named his molten anger—accurately—and by doing so, made him powerless to stop it from rising through the cracks that had cooled over the top of it. 

“After this?” he replied, meeting her gaze again. He recognized the rarely-heard defiance in his tone.

A small furrow pinched between her eyebrows. “This war has been so long, and the right course of action is so clouded to see right now. We’re all just trying to do what we think is best.”

And they thought it was best to alienate their own allies? His pulse was rising again. Their own people?

“It’s ok to be angry with them,” she continued, and he barely caught a humorless smile that flickered at one side of her mouth. “But…they are trying to do what is best for the Republic.” 

He sighed. He was starting to think that what was best for the Republic discarded a lot of people in the process. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

She nodded in quiet understanding. “Then maybe… Maybe just trust that you can trust Anakin.” 

Anakin Skywalker. His general. A Jedi, but also…somehow different from them. 

He sighed again but this time more in acceptance. “Ok.” Trusting General Skywalker might be all he could manage right now as far as the Jedi were concerned…but he could manage that. 

“And Rex,” her expression trembled for a second. “It’s also ok for you to be angry at me, too.”

“I’m not. I’m…” he looked down and away, struggling to find the right words. 

“But if sometime later, you find that you are,” her voice began to wobble again, “because you have every right to be—” 

He took a breath to interrupt but she gently put a hand on his vambrace and continued on, in spite of her eyes filling again. “I hope you can remember how very, very sorry I am,” her breath hitched, “because I know you all trusted me to not just leave you.” As her tears spilled over again, he scooped her back into his arms just in time to hear a muffled “And I’m so s-sorry.”

“Shhh…” was all he said, his hand moving soothingly up and down her back again while she cried quietly. Was he angry at her? He didn’t feel like it; there were so many better candidates to assign blame to right now. Her apology echoed through his thoughts. He certainly didn’t want to be angry at her, but did he have a right to be? Beneath all this rage, was he hiding from himself that he was mad at her, too?

Her sobs began to take on a despondent edge that had been absent during their first hug and the answer came easily to him.

“Ok,” he said, leaning his head down closer to her ear. “Ok, I’ll forgive you. Shhhh…” He took a deep breath and felt some of his tension lessen. “I do forgive you.” Because it was easy to. “It’s ok, Ahsoka. We’re gonna be ok.” 

And they could be. For her. They would be extra vigilant knowing she wasn’t there to look out for them on the field. They would remember her strategies, remember her leadership, and look after her general. They could be ok. 

When she sounded like she had regained a bit of control over her emotions, he leaned back slightly so he could look at her without releasing his embrace. “Are you gonna be ok?” he asked, seriously. 

She took a deep, steadying breath while she considered his question, staring at his chestplate without really looking at it. After a moment, she gave a resolute nod. 

He felt another notch of his tension let go and he nodded back, realizing he believed her. He had seen her be independent and strong, but also personable and caring. She would find her path because she had to, and others would help her when she needed it. 

And yet…

“You ever need anything,” he said. “—Anything at all—you comm me. And I’ll…I’ll figure out a way to make it happen. Ok?”

She gave him a wan smile but didn’t say anything.

“Ok?” he said again, with more emphasis and her smile widened. 

“Ok,” she said earnestly, finally reading how sternly he needed her to understand him. After a second, her lips pressed together in a fractional tremor. “You watch your six, ok?”

A half-smile pulled at his mouth, which morphed into a full chuckle when she said “Ok??”

“Ok,” he promised. 

“Be careful,” she whispered. 

“You too,” he said, quietly. 

This was it. He could feel their time was down to seconds left and his thoughts began to scatter at the prospect. Was he supposed to be able to walk away while she was still here and alive? Is that what saying goodbye meant? Leaving when you still actually had time left? How? Why?

What was he supposed to say that would be his last ever words to her? What could possibly encompass everything that she was? That they were to each other?

“May the Force be with you.” He spoke before really realizing it. He’d never said the phrase before, only heard it exchanged, and the words felt funny in his mouth. For a second, he almost regretted it because she looked like she may cry again, but she launched her arms around his neck and he caught her in a final hug. 

“And with you.” She said it with such feeling that he could tell she meant it. She emanated warmth through his gloves and he closed his eyes to commit this feeling to memory.  

He found himself thinking on it later, the smell of ozone crisp as he fired bolt after repetitious bolt into the target at the end of the range. The Force had always been something other—a Jedi thing that didn’t apply to the rest of them—but he found himself hoping her prayer really did extend to him too. He missed her fiercely already, but she didn’t feel gone. If the Force was with them, and she was connected to the Force, did that mean she would still be with them, too? 

The memory of her lonely expression surfaced in his thoughts but it was quickly chased away by the feel of her embrace.

He hoped so.

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Posting to @officialrexsoka for Rexsoka Week 2022!!! I thought it fit best with Day 3: Exile. Thanks for running the event for us this year and for everyone who participates in this fandom!

[ahsokathegray]

With love and kisses, from Pabu 💙🧡

[snips2112]

Might I pretty please request prompt 40 for rexsoka!!

Ahh thank you for the ask and your patience! I am sorry it took so long to write this. I've added a healthy dose of Rex-centric angst and hurt/comfort for you, so i hope that makes up for the long wait!

This fic is set a couple years after they part at the end of TCW, sometime during when Rex is gathering his forces on Teth.

The fic is a little longer than planned so the full text is below the cut!

Beside You

Kiss Roulette Prompt 40: Impulsive Kiss

Pairing: Rexsoka

Word Count: 1,500

Rex sat up, desperately gasping for air, arms shaking as he trained his pistols on the clone troopers holding the med bay door open. He had to do it. He had to save her. To save them, both of them.

GoodsoldiersfollowordersGoodsoldiersfolloworders-

The blaster shots rang out in his mind, shattering the dream and suddenly he was sitting up on his bunk all over again, gasping for air and training his empty, outstretched arms towards the wall.

Rex wasn’t sure how long he remained frozen in that position. His breathing was ragged and his heart hammered so speedily behind his ribs he was sure it would stop of fatigue. An uncomfortable mixture of terror, guilt and relief ran through his veins, as clear and palpable as it had been on the day Order 66 had come through. 

Trying desperately to control his breathing and calm his rapid heartbeat, he swung his legs over the side of the bunk. The stone floors of the monastery on Teth were cool beneath his feet, but the sensation did nothing to ground him. His breath still came in short, shallow gasps. His hands trembled in his lap. Hands that were covered in the blood of his brothers-

Rex squeezed his eyes shut tight, balling his shaking hands into fists. Wrangling for control of himself once more, he forced his focus to his breath. 

In through the nose, out through the mouth. In, hold for four seconds. Out, hold for four seconds. Repeat. Repeat. Re-

A knock at his door had him drawing in another sharp breath, ruining his methodical pattern and sending his heart rate skyrocketing once more. 

He forced another shaky breath past his lips, screwing his eyes shut tighter and hoping that whomever was at the door would be on their way shortly when he didn’t answer. He couldn’t speak right now. His voice was lost between the panicked, stilted breaths he desperately tried to pull in and out of his chest.

The knock came again, making him wince, but the voice, soft and sweet to his ears, made his heart marginally calmer.

“Rex?” Ahsoka’s voice was muffled through the door. “Are you alright?”

Rex tried to find his voice, but when he opened his mouth the words wouldn’t come. He hoped beyond hope that Ahsoka would leave him in peace, but he worried such a desire would be in vain. 

She’d stood by him, through all of it. He’d nearly killed her, and she’d never once wavered in her faith or support of him. He shuddered, remembering the days after, left with only each other for comfort. The way she’d cried in his arms on that little forgotten farming planet. The way he’d cried in hers. 

He could feel tears behind his eyes now, and attempted to blink them away, but when he opened his eyes he found his breath was stuck in his chest as the horror gripped him anew. His hands were covered in blood. His brothers’ blood. He stood and shook them, backing towards the wall at the other side of the room. 

Suddenly, his foot caught on something, one of his boots perhaps, lined up neatly beside his bunk, and he stumbled, falling hard onto his backside with a thud and a low groan. But all he could think about was his hands. His hands. His brothers were gone, it was his fault myfaultmyfault-

“Rex?”

Startled, he jumped, eyes flicking to Ahsoka standing in his doorway, backlit by the illuminators in the hallway. Something told him she wanted to rush to his side, but she approached him cautiously, kneeling before him. He caught the concerned look on her face before the door snapped shut, leaving them in darkness. He could only just make out her face in the blue glow from the chrono, sitting on the ledge beside his bunk.

“Hey now, it’s okay,” Ahsoka assured him, her voice calm and gentle. She reached out, taking his hand in hers and pulling it so it rested against her chest. “You’re going to be okay, Rex. Just breathe with me.”

He nodded, unable to do anything but breathe and focus on holding back the tears that were clouding the corners of his vision, threatening to spill over.

As Ahsoka instructed him, she took her other hand and carded her fingers through his hair. Or more accurately rubbed her hands against the short, soft strands. Rex briefly cursed himself for cutting his hair short again. He missed the feel of her fingers playing with his curls.

Closing his eyes, Rex leaned into her touch and followed her voice as she continued her quiet, reassuring instruction. Slowly, his breathing evened out, and his heart returned to a more normal rhythm. 

Somehow in the interim, Ahsoka had found her way onto the ground, just behind him, and he was now lying against her chest, his head resting on her shoulder as she continued running her fingers over his hair, and her other hand remaining locked in his. 

Finally, he managed to find his voice.

“Thanks, ‘Soka.”

“You alright? Do you want to talk about it?”

Her voice was so near to his head her lips were nearly at his ear, he reckoned. He shook his head but held his breath, wanting to feel her lips against the side of his head, though he knew it wouldn’t come. It had been too long. Their relationship had changed. Their feelings still ran deep, but after so many years apart, it was different.

He cursed himself for leaving. He missed her so much.

“You can talk to me, you know.” Her nose brushed the side of his head, and he could have sworn she held him a little tighter. He traced circles against the back of her hand, selfishly leaning a little closer. Ahsoka adjusted her position, pressing her cheek to the top of his head.

“Tell me,” she murmured, an open invitation, not an order.

Rex contemplated. The Tribunal. His brothers. The med bay, the chip-

“I can’t right now,” he rasped, shuddering in her arms. “But you know of it.”

His hands shook again. Ahsoka nodded against the top of his head.

“Your brothers?” She guessed correctly. All Rex could do was nod.

“I’m sorry.” She was quiet for a moment. Then, “Rex I… thank you.”

His brow furrowed. He didn’t get it. She was the one comforting him.

“For… what?”

“For choosing to save my life.”

Her voice was quiet and thick. Rex felt his heart twist in his chest as tears clouded his vision once more. He didn’t know what to say. The phrase that came to mind was ‘of course’ but he couldn’t force the words past the tears in his throat. He felt guilty for his actions, but he’d never once regretted saving Ahsoka. It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, yet it had been the easiest choice he’d ever made. 

Ahsoka’s fingers left his hair and found their way beneath his chin, turning his head to meet her eyes. He could see her gratitude clear in her blue gaze, and the sorrow in the tears that rolled down her face. Still, he couldn’t find his voice to answer her, to comfort her. 

So, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She was stiff at first, surprised, but she kissed him back without hesitation. Rex relished in the feeling of her lips on his, moving slowly to savor the moment. 

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he cradled her rear lek with the other hand, pulling her against him and deepening their kiss. Ahsoka responded in kind, melting into his embrace.

When they finally broke apart he pressed their foreheads together, holding her close.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that-“

“It’s alright, Rex.” Her breath was warm against his lips, and he shivered. “I feel it too.”

Rex nodded and just held her close. After a while, Ahsoka shifted, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and then whispering in his ear, “You should sleep. We have quite the day ahead of us.”

“Stay with me,” Rex whispered, ghosting his lips over her montrals, unable to let her go. “I sleep better beside you.”

“I sleep better beside you too,” Ahsoka confessed, nodding and pressing a fleeting kiss to his temple.

Without another word they situated themselves on Rex’s bunk, old habits returning as they fell into a familiar position. 

As Rex tucked her into his arms, settling his chin between his montrals, he pretended like things could go back to how they were before. He pretended that tomorrow morning wouldn’t mean a return to their new commands in the rebellion, he as the leader of his troop of clones, she as Fulcrum. The only thing he did not pretend was that he still loved her. No matter what changed, Rex knew his love for Ahsoka would never fade. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep with that comforting thought at the forefront of his mind.

[whyamismall]

For kiss roulette, 18 for Rexsoka if you’re still writing these 💕

Ofc!! It's a little long, but I hope it delivers!

“Come on Rex.” “No.” “But your ears will get cold,” Ahsoka whined. Rex glanced at Ahsoka out of the corner of his eye and felt his lips twitch at the pout on her face. “I’m not wearing that, it’s pink.” Ahsoka held up the admittedly soft looking hat in her hand. “It’s not pink,” she denied. “It's… ok, it's pink but I don’t see what the issue is. Your ears will get cold if you don’t wear it.” His shoulders dropped in defeat and Rex sighed, knowing that Ahsoka viewed Rex covering his ears in the cold as important as covering her montrals and held out his hand, earning him a bright smile off Ahsoka as she handed it over. He glared at the hat that was liberally decorated with flowers in his hands as if it had just declared its allegiance to the Separatists, earning him a giggle from Ahsoka. He aimed the glare that was known to make brothers and tinnies alike cower in fear, but the look fell flat when it immediately softened as he took in Ahsokas bright eyes. Deciding to get it over with, he yanked the hat over the top of his head, making sure it was covering the majority of his ears before crossing his arms. Admittedly, his ears were now toasty and safe from the biting cold but he wasn’t going to admit that. Ahsoka finally lost the battle at containing her laughter. Tears streamed down her face, with the occasional snort escaping her bent over form as she wheezed and cackled at the image of a very grumpy Captain wearing a bright pink hat. Deciding this just wouldn’t do, Rex approached Ahsoka who immediately straightened up as soon as his boots came into her view. “Your hat slipped,” he remarked, his tone as sickly sweet as the smile that stretched across his face. “Let me help you with that.” Not giving Ahsoka the chance to react, he whipped his hands out and pulled Ahsoka's pastel blue hat down and over her eyes. He burst out laughing as she blurted out, “hey!” while her arms flailed out wildly in an attempt to dislodge the hat and failed.  “Hey, stop-” Ahsoka snorted. “Stop laughing. It’s not funny.” This only made Rex laugh harder and Ahsoka was joining him as they laughed at the ridiculousness of their antics. He leaned in and kissed one of her cheeks, before kissing the other before slowly moving to her lips. Ahsoka, despite still having her eyes covered, was anticipating this and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him more firmly into her. Maybe wearing a pink hat wasn’t so bad after all.

[guardian-angel12]

Flames {Rexsoka}

Prompt: They’ll hear us/you

@rexsoka-monthly

Mandalore was in flames. 

The city burned at the same time, so did Rex's heart. 

All his Mandalorian roots seemed to scream as he watched the destruction, an orange hue cast over his shielded face and making eerie shadows dance across his visor and armor, like the ghosts of the past katarn armor-wearers giving their final breath. 

He knew somewhere deep inside that this place would fall to ruin, something about the thick smoke that rose into the dark blue night and disappeared into the stars. 

Maul may have been captured, but he knew that wasn't the end. 

He breathed a small Mandalorian blessing out over the edge of the balcony he stood on and turned around, blinking back the angry tears that rose into his eyes, but not with much effort when he felt his entire being soften. 

She was waiting there. He felt that tingle inside his chest the moment he turned around. 

"I'm sorry, Rex." Ahsoka said softly, her face not in view yet for the shadows, but he made out her frame, lithe and disciplined and beautiful... her colors contrasting with the horrors of fire and smoke and battle. 

"You completed the mission. That's all that matters." he replied, voice filtered of his sadness through his helmet, but she sensed it. 

"We should get back to the others, we're leaving soon." she said, eyes flickering around his face and going down until they stayed on the ground. 

He only nodded, following behind his commander with a slow and steady stride. 

Whatever citizen she claimed to be now, whatever nomad, she would always be his commander, always be the one who earned his respect more and more every day and every time he saw her.

The Tribunal was filled with people, soldiers, officers, and droids alike, ready to leave the planet as Maul was escorted by a few Mandalorians inside a special Jedi holding chamber. 

Rex felt... odd about it, although he knew Ahsoka had handled the Sith apprentice herself, and that she was more than capable, something about still having the monster near her bothered him. 

I should've been there. 

It was all he kept thinking, again and again he felt like he should have been there. 

Ahsoka was led off by a few higher-ups in need of her assistance, and Rex was left alone, pondering. 

Jesse met to speak with him but he knew he wasn't being himself, something about all of this was bothering him, but he knew the main reason was not the fact that his heritage planet was in shambles. No. It was something else, and he felt like perhaps he knew what it was but still the confusion swirling in his head was overwhelming. 

Before he even registered what he was doing or where he even was he met her in the briefing room, an empty hologram table before her as she stood there staring at it, looking lost in a past time and memory. 

Ahsoka felt him before he'd even been close enough for the doors to open for him, sensing his soft hum in the Force that told her he was alive, but sometimes it told her things she didn't want to know, let her feel his pain and his confusion and his sadness. 

She wanted to take it away. She wanted him to have a normal life, a life without war and heartache and loss. Wanted him to have a choice. Whatever he truly wanted in this life, in this vast galaxy that had become so grim. 

"A—are you okay?" Rex asked quietly, watching her from behind. 

"I will be." she turned around, and found that his eyes were distant, lost. "And you?"

His chest tightened, and it was getting hard to breathe, but he just needed to get it out and try to fix himself, try to let himself focus again and just do his duty without feeling like only half his mind was there. "I can't answer that."

"What do you mean?"

The way instant concern flooded her big, starry blue eyes made him feel both worse and better. But she took a step forward, almost like she was worried he had been hurt and decided not to tell her. 

"I just... Some things happened today, and with that and everything else, I don't feel right."

"What things? Mandalore?" Truthfully, she just wanted to run to him, throw her arms around his neck and tell him it was going to be alright, that it would get better from here. 

Tell him what she had been battling with besides the Sith and the Death Watch, and that thing was him. Him, invading her heart and her letting him. 

At war with something she welcomed.

"That's... part of it. But you—when you fought Maul, I should've been there, and if something had happened—something had gone wrong, I—''

Ahsoka shook her head slowly. "Rex—"

"No, please... I, I need to say it. When you left, everything changed, all this," he gestured around the room like he was gesturing to the entire galaxy, his grip on his helmet under his arm getting tighter and then he squeezed his free hand into a tight fist. "it changed, it hasn't felt the same since. And then you came back, General Skywalker told me you were and—and I didn't know how to take it, but I wanted you to, but as soon as I saw you something else changed, and now I... I can't help but think about what you'll do when all this is over, when you leave."

Ahsoka wore a sad expression, but inside she was burning up, she knew he was strong, knew he tried to put his duties first and ignore his personal feelings and emotions but she also knew he was starving, knew he was pining and so was she, but seeing him like this...so unsure of himself and almost like he was guilty, it broke her heart even as she searched for the right words and the right actions. 

A thousand things came to mind that she wanted to say or do, but let him stand there in silence, searching for what he needed to say, what else he needed to get out. 

"I just..." Rex seemed like he was choking. "I won't lose you again. I can't."

That broke her stillness, and she walked straight to him, searching his face and finding all the pain. "Rex..." she said his name like it was the most precious thing, something she cherished with all her heart, and his eyes lifted to meet hers even as they looked down to her shorter form, staring deep into her beautiful face and trying to remember each and every detail. Every line, every pore. He didn't want to go without it. Without her. 

Ahsoka lifted her hands up and gently placed them on the sides of his chest plate, brushing her fingers down and stroking the tiny pock marks of battle and tracing the lines war had left. "You know I never wanted to leave you."

He swallowed hard. "I know." 

"I am sorry. Leaving... it was one of the hardest things ive ever done, mostly for one reason..."

His eyes were questioning, but he asked anyways, voice so quiet it sounded raw. "What?"

Ahsoka breathed in through her nose deeply, eyes flickering down then up again. "This one." 

Then she snatched the sides of his face and slammed her mouth up against his, making him drop his helmet in surprise, stumbling only a little backwards and his hand lifted up, freezing near her head.

He kissed back eagerly, a million sparks seeming like they reignited in his dying fire of a soldiers heart. He put his hand on her cheek, his other on her back like he was trying to keep her there, like she was his and the only thing that mattered. 

She finally pulled back, but stayed so close he could feel her warm breath stirring against his mouth. "I thought of you every day." she murmured. 

He ran his thumb across the white streak on her jaw, not having anything left to say but finally feeling that yearning being met, that wildfire finally being fueled not with sadness and longing but with passion and love that he knew was most likely forbidden to both him and her.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but the instincts inside of him took over as he cupped her face again, kissing her with every bit of the loneliness he'd felt since he last saw her. With every word he had wanted to say to her since they had last spoke. Her small frame was pushed back from his careless affection, until she was clasping her hand against the rim of the table and finally took his shoulders and turned him around, pushing him down onto it where his armor clanked hard against the surface, but she just kept pursuing with her lips even as he let out a breathy laugh.

"They'll hear you, cyar'ika." he whispered into her mouth. 

"So what?" she purred back, gripping his shoulders with a wicked little grin that made his entire body heat with that fire, knowing completely and entirely that she was that one thing he wanted most in the galaxy.

[whamgram]

I am so very soft for Rebels era Rexsoka. 🥺 These two deserve some peace and happiness. And each other. Let them sneak around the Rebel base and smooch like love-drunk teenagers.

[ladylucksrogue]

Congrats on 200 followers!! 💙

May I request a Wolffe/Liri drabble?

I’m bad at prompts, so I shall just request hurt/comfort. 👀

Ahh! So happy to see this one! It ended up a bit longer than a drabble. Somehow I'm not sure you'll mind? 😆 This one was inspired by a convo a while back on the Rexsoka server and it was something that I've wanted to write for a while. This takes place post war It's SFW, just a brief mention of sex. TW for anyone out there: periods? I mean, I think they should be normalized and maybe that's the point of this, to be able to speak candidly about them, especially with your partner.

Liri shifted in her chair, struggling to focus as the client pitched their contract requirements. What had started as a faint low in her side was slowly building into a stabbing ache, making it harder and harder to concentrate. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her face neutral, but even her poker face had limits. After another few minutes, she finally called for a break.

"Let's take ten," she said. Without waiting for a reply, she gave Mezze a brief wave, heading straight for the fresher.

The doctor had told her this would happen eventually, but she’d been hoping for at least a few more weeks of blissful ignorance. Typical that it would hit her today, during a meeting with a high-profile client she desperately wanted to impress. She hadn’t dealt with this since she was eighteen, she’d gotten an implant back then specifically to avoid this situation,the pain, the inconvenience. Being sidetracked by her own body wasn’t something she had time or patience for.

"Of course, it has to be today," she muttered to herself, leaning against the sink and glaring at her reflection. She took a deep breath, reminding herself of the reason behind this choice. It was a step, a big one.  A life changing one. The chance to build a family. It’ll be worth it, she reminded herself, though the sentiment did little to comfort her in the moment.

With a sigh, Liri confirmed that, yes, her period had arrived. She freshened up and returned to her office, doing her best to hide her discomfort. As she stepped in, Mezze was already there, handing her a cup of caf without a word.

“You alright?” Mezze asked.  She had that skeptical look that told Liri she knew something was up.

Liri straightened. “Of course I am. Just need to take something, and then we can get back to the meeting.” She set the caf on her desk and rummaged through her drawer, fishing out the painkillers. Popping a couple of pills into her hand, she swallowed them with a swig of caf, hoping they’d kick in quickly.   If she could just get through the rest of this meeting, she could rest later. 

“Cramps?”  Mezze asked.  Liri managed a nod.

"You look pale," Mezze pointed out.

Liri couldn’t help a snort. "Oh, and how would you know?”  Mezze’s skin was close to a human’s in color, a soft light pink, while Liri’s was an unmistakable Wroonian blue.

Mezze rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I haven’t worked here for a hundred years, Liri. I know you well enough.”

“Hm. A hundred years, you say? Damn, I look good for my age,” Liri deadpanned.  Mezze only shook her head.

Liri returned to the meeting, forcing herself to sit upright, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Her skin felt hot, then cold, a wave of dizziness hit her.  She blinked back the spots, leaning back in her chair. Liri nodded along trying to focus on the words, the content, her hands shaking as she took notes.

Mezze glanced over to her every so often, and after another few minutes of trying to push through, Liri gave in. She was in no shape to do this right now.  She was running a real risk of passing out in front of a client and that wouldn’t do.

With an apologetic smile, she interrupted the discussion. “I’m so sorry, but I’m not feeling well. Could we reschedule?” She hated to ask, but she could tell she was reaching her limit. The client nodded.  There was a back and forth over details before Mezze took over, leading them out to handle everything.  

Liri sighed in relief and laid her head down on the table.  After what felt like a few seconds, she felt Mezze’s hand on her shoulder.

“Liri, you’re about five seconds from keeling over. How about I drive you home?”

“I don’t need a chauffeur, Mezze. It’s a little cramp,” Liri muttered, but her snark didn’t have its usual bite.

“Sure, but you really don’t want to take a taxi like this do you?” Mezze replied, unfazed. “Don’t be stubborn.”

“Stubborn? Me?” Liri rolled her eyes but allowed Mezze to help her gather her things and lead her to the speeder.  Liri tried to detail what meetings to reschedule and focus on work, but Mezze wasn’t having it.  Liri slumped back in the seat, closing her eyes. Maybe some sleep would help, and with any luck, she’d be back to herself by the time Wolffe got home. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this.

The ride home was quiet and quick and when Mezze pulled up to her apartment, Liri offered a tired but genuine “Thanks.”

“Get some rest, boss. And maybe take it easy on yourself for once,” Mezze said with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah.” Liri waved her off with a faint smile, making her way inside.

Once she was alone, Liri leaned against the door, exhaling slowly. She’d managed to keep it together for the most part, but now, with no one watching, the pain hit her full force. She kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the couch, her only goal to sleep off this miserable day. She just needed a few hours.  She’d be fine, she always was.

Curling up miserably, she closed her eyes and hoped the worst of it would be over soon.

#^#^#

Wolffe keyed the code and stepped into the quiet, dark apartment. The lights were off, there was no holo playing in the background, no music. He glanced around, assuming Liri must still be at the office, probably tackling a case or buried under a mountain of paperwork and meetings. He shut the door with a sigh and headed to the bedroom to change out of his uniform. Even on his planetside rotation, running a battalion in the Humanitarian Corps never fully let up, but he didn’t mind. He actually liked it. The opportunity of fixing what had been broken, helping where help was needed. It was just as busy as wartime, but this work felt… right.  Like he was actually making a difference.

He slipped on a pair of shorts, and considered getting a snack before diving into his own stack of reports. In the kitchen, he made himself a quick cup of caf, cracked open the conservator, then closed it, realizing he wasn’t actually all that hungry. Taking his caf, he moved toward the couch, intent to relax for just a few minutes.

But as he reached the living room, he stopped as he saw Liri curled up on the couch, half-buried under a blanket. She didn’t nap on the couch, hell, she hardly napped at all. She was always up, always doing something. Seeing her there, in the middle of the evening, had him a little worried.  The thought crossed his mind that maybe she was sick.  He’d never actually seen her sick, but nat-borns were more susceptible than clones. 

He set his caf cup down on the table and leaned down, brushing a hand over her forehead. She was warm, maybe too warm.

Liri groaned, blinking awake, giving him a look that could probably kill a lesser man.

“Liri?” he asked. “You alright?”

She managed to sit up, her face scrunching. “Not really…” She blinked at him, still groggy. “What time is it?”

“It’s late,” he said. She looked exhausted, her face a little pale, eyes unfocused. “You’re in pain.”  He realized, his mismatched gaze moved over her, as if looking for any sign of injury. “Are you hurt?”

She shot him a look that was all Liri, sarcastic and frustrated. “No, I’m not hurt. Just dealing with my cycle.  I’ve got cramps, okay?” She raised a brow as if daring him to comment.

“Oh.” He blinked. She’d mentioned hers returning after the implant removal.  Wolffe gave her a slow nod, connecting the dots. He knew what a cycle was, of course, but hadn’t realized it came with this level of pain. He vaguely remembered her mentioning it in one of their family planning talks, but Liri tended to bombard him with details all at once.“Is… is this normal?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Normal? That’s the whole reason I had an implant in the first place, to avoid all of this. But now I get to enjoy it every month.”

Wolffe hesitated, sensing her frustration and choosing his words carefully. “If this is what you go through, maybe we need to talk about this.”

She glared at him. “Are you saying you want to back out? Because if you’re reconsidering the whole family thing, now’s a hell of a time to say it.”

“Kriffing hell, Liri, no,” he said, exasperation creeping into his voice as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. The idea of having a child was still something he was getting used to.  He knew she wanted that. He wasn’t opposed, but the fact that she wanted a future like that with him was still a little difficult to wrap his head around. “I just don’t like seeing you like this, in pain. That’s all.” He hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

She let out a small laugh. “What are they gonna do? Hand me some pain meds, pat me on the head, and tell me it’s normal? No, thanks. I can handle it. Just need to take my pills. It’ll pass.”

He frowned, processing that. He’d thought civilians got better care than that, it irritated him. “Alright. Where are they?”

She pointed toward the side table, and he grabbed the pills and handed them to her, offering her his caf cup. “You sure you don’t want me to call one of my medics? They’d actually listen,” he said. They wouldn’t trivialize her pain, he trusted them to take her seriously.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she muttered, swallowing the pills. “It’s cramps, Wolffe, not a blaster wound. I don’t need an audience.”

He held back an eyeroll, not taking her sarcasm personally, and sat beside her, watching her close her eyes and try to rest. He felt helpless, and that helplessness ate at him, making him restless. His fingers twitched with the need to do something useful. After a while, she drifted into a fitful sleep, and he got up, slipping into the kitchen.

Sitting around idly while there was a problem to be solved wasn’t something he could do, so he pulled out his datapad and began researching. He absorbed article after article on cycle pain, trying to learn anything that might help her. There wasn’t much in the conservator.  He wasn’t exactly great at cooking, and on his own, he’d eat ration bars out of convenience. But soup, he could handle that. After digging around, he found some chocolate in the pantry, too.

She’d used a heating compress on him before, and he was sure it was around somewhere. Eventually, he found it, though not without some frustration. He lived here too and sometimes he felt like he couldn’t find anything.  Kriffing hell, he needed to reorganize her drawers.

Finally, he returned to the couch, gently nudging her awake. She blinked groggily, slowly sitting up, looking surprised at the mug and bowl he’d set on the table.

He held out the heating compress, feeling a bit out of his depth. “Here, this might help. Supposed to ease the cramping, or… something.”

She arched an eyebrow, a smirk crossing her face. “You’ve been doing research?”

He shrugged, looking almost sheepish. “There’s soup, too. And chocolate. Apparently, that’s supposed to help?” He ran a hand over the back of his neck, as if unsure if he’d just made things worse by offering chocolate as a solution.

He expected her to snap at him as he took a seat but instead, she sighed and leaned into him. “Thank you, Wolffe. Really.  Not bad for a guy who thinks caf fixes everything.”

He let out a snort. “I’ll let that slide, seeing as you’re miserable.” He stroked her back as she took a few spoonfuls of soup.  He let her eat, sipping his caf, and trying to get her to drink the tea he’d made.  She made a face, but she drank it.

“Is it ok?”  He asked, watching as she finished up.

“I’ll live,” she muttered, seeming drowsy again.

She seemed resigned to laying back down on the couch again, but he shook his head. “Come on, you’re sleeping in bed tonight. The couch isn’t gonna cut it.”

Too tired to argue, she let him lead her, only stopping at the fresher for a few minutes, before curling up on the bed with the heating pad on her stomach. He settled in behind her, his arm slipping around her, his hand resting on her hip. His hand shifted lower, rubbing gentle circles along her lower back.

“I was not very nice to you earlier,” she murmured, half-apologetic.

Wolffe snorted. “I’m used to it. I like the pain.” When she gave him a scathing look over her shoulder, he added with a grin, “And I love it. Every bit of it. Love you, fire and all.’”

She let out a small smile. “Good to know you’re putting up with me out of sheer devotion.”

“Devotion and survival instincts,” he said dryly, still massaging small circles into her back. She settled deeper against him, her body finally beginning to relax.

“This had to happen while you’re on leave, huh? Can’t even have any fun,” she pouted.

“Can’t?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “You mean… during your cycle?”

She nodded, a bit more serious. “Most people think it’s off-putting. Messy. Disgusting.” She said it flatly, like she expected him to agree.

Wolffe shrugged, pulling her closer. “I don’t really care. Not if you’re up for it.” When she looked at him, surprised, he added with a smirk, “That’s what showers are for, right?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, just for that reason, huh?”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

They settled in, the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body soothing her. The pain finally dulled to an ache, manageable and distant. Wrapped in his arms, she let herself sink into sleep, wondering how she’d managed to be so lucky. And as Wolffe watched her, feeling the last of her tension ease, he closed his eyes, joining her in sleep.

[tealmisthams]

No pressure and only if you fancy trying it. Could we have Prompt 2: A kiss on the nose with Rexsoka please!

Thanks for the request! It’s a short one, but I hope you like it! 💙

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Prompt 2: A kiss on the nose

“Ahsoka.”

Rex’s voice echoed in the back of Ahsoka’s unconscious mind, pulling it back to the waking world. She wasn’t ready to face reality yet, though, so she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.

“Ahsoka, we have to get up,” Rex’s gentle voice said again.

“I’m still sleepy,” she mumbled into her pillow.

“Cyare, you can come back and sleep after we have brunch with the Skywalkers.”

This time Ahsoka pushed out a groan and shifted onto her back again, but still didn’t open her eyes.

“Anakin is always late anyway,” she pointed out drowsily. “He won’t notice if we’re a few minutes behind.”

“Maybe not, but we’re running out of minutes.”

Even with her eyes closed, she could tell her partner had leaned over her from the warmth of his breath that trickled over her cheek. She felt him leaning closer and she almost tilted her lips upward, anticipating a kiss.

Only he didn’t kiss her lips. Ahsoka felt a drop of disappointment as she felt Rex’s breath bypassed her mouth. Then she felt his soft lips touch the tip of her nose.

An enamored grin spread across her face and she finally blinked open her eyes to see Rex’s brown ones hovering just above her.

“I thought that might work,” her partner chuckled.

“Fine, you got my eyes open,” she conceded. “But I’m going to need a real kiss if you want me out of bed.”

Something sparked in Rex’s gaze and he leaned down to kiss her deeply. After a few moments, he pulled back, but only slightly, so his lips brushed hers when he spoke.

“Trust me, cyare, I definitely don’t want you out of bed.”

Ahsoka’s heart was still fluttering as Rex leaned down to kiss her again.

[lamaenthel]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @ahsokathegray !!<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25! 

2. What's your total A03 word count?

231k lmaoooo when did that happen I feel like I've been in a fugue state since February

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (and technically, TECHNICALLY The Matrix but it's a Star Wars AU fusion lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Porg Eyes, Princess For A Year, Ram'ser'ika, Better Than Nothing, The Contingency

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

Yes every single one omfg I love everyone

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

Well, Soft Dark Nothing is Ahsoka and Rex on the moon right after The Tribunal crashed so by default it's gotta be her (rip Jesse my beloved)

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

Not Bad ends up with Snips n Skyguy going to Biscuit Baron lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet but I live in fear every day especially since I'm dipping my toe in the Republic Commandos pond and I know the girlies are passionate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do and it's ridiculously graphic HAHAHA no but there's a reason I haven't posted any Rexsoka smut. Makin y'all wait for it until they COMMIT, gotta keep that tension in there somewhere uwu. But wlw, mlw, mlm, aliens and cyborgs gonna work their way in there eventually (?) I have Not Out Loud, which is an mlm fic with Boba tying up Cal and facefucking him (Kesett nation rise)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Go Ask Ahsoka is the Matrix crossover that I wrote for AU August which I will eventually update lmfao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I would cry

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

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

Not like… technically but Erika is my beta and my bestie and she comes up with amazing ideas and lets me play with her OCs so honestly she counts (ilu)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Rexsoka 💙🧡, closely followed by Anidala (burning down the galaxy for a single person is objectively WRONG but also hot)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well Do Not Go Gentle is a huge fucking project that I HOPE I finish one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at action. I enjoy it which helps lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get really ahead of myself laying out hints and red herrings which I then forget about (Princess For A Year especially is the worst about this, I am so sorry for all of those hints about Sylen being a pretend Mandalorian I fucked up so bad with that one but I'm going to rewrite it eventually to bring back a bunch of my dropped subplots)

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

I enjoy it and do so regularly. Mando'a nuhur'shya ni ru'kar'tayli. And it makes my brain work in unexpected ways, it's like a puzzle trying to figure out the wacky ass baby's-first-conlang grammar that is Karen's creation (what the fuck kind of language doesn't have a passive voice)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY OKAY TECHNICALLY, TECHNICALLY????? It was the Lion King. I was in first grade and we had to write a little storybook and illustrate the pages they gave us with crayons and my story was How Simba Lost His Mane lmfaoooo

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have poured my whole heart, soul, brain, and pussy into Tivaevae pls read it it's longer than The Hobbit

no pressure tags: @soliloquy-of-nemo, @tangledlichen, @ink-in-books, @hannah-schooler

[melting-houses-of-gold]

could we live with just a taste?

Chapter 3 on AO3

Rex should probably be thinking about getting to the safe house without any issues but he’s more focused on how if he tilts his head just so against the wall of the elevator, he can watch Ahsoka without noticing. As they move upwards into the city, the neon lights of the Coruscant underground and the subtler yellows and blues of the residential levels ripple across her face, throwing her features into harsh and soft relief. Rex has traveled the galaxy ten times over and been to places he scarcely dreamed of as a cadet, but at this moment, he knows with certainty that Ahsoka is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Pairing: Rex/Ahsoka

Rating: E

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

for @rexsoka-monthly's Halloween/Monstober prompt

[chocmarss]

shine back honey (and think of me)

Summary:

They agreed on her ship this time.

star wars rebels. rexsoka. rebellion era. rated E (18+). 2.7k+ words.

Based on 50 A Softer World Prompts

Fun things to yell during sex: Anything. (he is risen.)

They agreed on her ship this time.

It wasn’t much bigger than his, smaller even, but she wasn’t sharing its space with anyone else. With this, she was alone, and the empty corridors and the soft hum that rumbled behind steel walls had been her companions when she travelled through the stars, jumping from one system to the next.

There was privacy here where his ship didn’t; while the general crowd usually didn’t bother her, she had been sidelined long enough to not keep an eye out on the kind of fear the Empire had been shoving around since it came into existence, looking over her shoulder every other minute just to make sure both she and the recipient she was meeting wouldn’t be sniped at first chance.

She trusted his companions; she would prefer if he came to see her alone.

READ MORE ON AO3

[ahsokathegray]

The Monks Won't Mind

Pairing: Rexsoka

Summary: Ahsoka arrives at Rex's new base of operations on Teth after several long weeks apart.

Tags: 18+, language, mild tbb s3 spoilers, pure smut, semi-public sex, oral, dirty talk

Word Count: 3,639

A/N: Anyone else see TBB 'Infiltration' and 'Extraction' and immediately conjure up fic ideas with Ahsoka at the Teth base? We’ve unlocked a new Rexsoka fic location and I had to properly christen it with smut of course. Enjoy!

read on ao3! / masterlist

Minutes after she arrived on Teth, Ahsoka found herself backed against the stairwell wall inside Rex’s repurposed monastery. His hands were restless at her waist and he had her pressed flush against him below the belt. 

“Rex, not here,” she whispered through ragged breaths, an unbeliever in her own words and glancing lazily up the endless spiral staircase. 

Hot breath fanned across her neck as his affections were turned loose. “Yes, here,” he insisted, licking an eager stripe up the cord of her neck and ending at her jaw. Cold air passed through his lips over the wet skin, sending prickling shivers throughout her body. 

Rough knuckles skimmed up the length of her tender lekku, stopping at her neck and working the long fastener running down the front of her shirt. Ahsoka’s eyes rolled back into her skull as more and more of her was exposed — toes curling in her boots when his hands passed under her lekku to push the shirt off her shoulders. 

She rolled them back to help speed along the process, pressing her chest into his, the material falling forgotten at her feet. 

His next words were whispered against the place where her lekku met her cheek, “Why are you coming out of your clothes then?”

A strangled series of noises died in Ahsoka’s throat and Rex chuckled darkly, the rumble of his chest vibrating against her. A gloved hand ran over her nipple, looking down in awe as it hardened under his touch, delighted with the way his love lost her breath because of it. 

She pushed her head away from the wall to seize Rex by the mouth, whining when he pulled away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he took her in, raking his eyes over her breathless form and watching hungrily as her breasts rose and fell. 

He was teasing her. She took action. 

Ahsoka’s hands had memorized the mechanisms of Rex’s utility belt, unclipping it while keeping her gaze locked on his — her first effortless attempt in almost two years of trying. The plastoid and Rex’s kama fell into a heap on the steps beneath them. 

The soft brown of his eyes was now replaced with burning amber desire and something carnal could be seen in the flecks of gold surrounding his pupils. He cocked his head to the side, a wicked smile at work on his pretty lips. 

The way her tongue was pocketed in her cheek told him that Ahsoka knew exactly the effect that she was having on him. “Careful,” he warned, leaning back in, their lips a tooka hair’s breadth apart. 

She could feel his words dancing on her mouth and purposefully parted them to tempt him closer. 

In an instant, mercy was had and Rex’s lips were on hers — devouring her, breathing her in, drinking her as though she was the elixir of life, liquid beskar, the cure to his aging. His self control plummeted dramatically, with little moans slipping past his lips and into the gaps of their kiss, his hips now rocking against hers to an unheard rhythm, hands gliding along her jaw and montrals.

A familiar pressure materialized against the exterior of his codpiece, causing the sounds he was making to turn guttural. Ahsoka’s deft fingers popped it free and it clattered to the floor, falling a few steps before stopping at the landing where she’d entered the monastery from. He’d barely any time to react, to relish in the relief of being freed from his confines before Ahsoka’s hand had wrapped around him through his blacks. 

Her head was back up against the wall as Rex became an extension of her, pressing further into her than should’ve been possible. His head threatened to fall to her shoulder with the godless way she stroked his cock, overcome with the feel of Ahsoka’s hand rather than his own after several painstaking weeks without her. 

He unscrewed his eyes to press open mouthed kisses along her jaw, nibbling and working his way down to her unattended breasts. Never would he be able to get over how perfectly they fit in his hands. The undersides of them met his open palms and he groaned, reveling in Ahsoka’s sharp intake of breath. 

Nothing in the universe could give him more pleasure than that of pleasing her — making her feel good. 

Ahsoka struggled to keep her hand on his cock as Rex began sinking in front of her, squeezing at her nipples before planting wet kisses to the surrounding flesh. Her lower lip wobbled as he dragged his tongue across the sensitive peaks, tucking it between her teeth to maintain a semblance of control. 

Oh, he took a great deal of delight in that, already moving his hands south as his mouth continued to work her. Her hips jolted when his touch got lower and bucked when his thumb grazed her center, receiving a dark laugh from Rex that only increased her urgency for more. Slowly, tantalizingly, he undid her pants and began to pull them past her thighs. She squirmed, the cool air greeting her hot core. 

A whine escaped her when Rex’s mouth popped free of her nipple, blowing cold air across her wet skin once more. Her nails scratched at the wall supporting her weight before latching onto his scalp, attempting to bring him where she needed him most. 

Rex was more than willing. He didn't have the patience to fool with her undergarments — considering himself to be a firm believer in that they were a large part of the fun. Finally allowing himself to look at the apex of Ahsoka’s thighs, he dropped completely to his knees at the sight, groaning and meeting her sensual, loving gaze once more. 

It was something he’d never get used to. 

Her usual glittering blue eyes appeared black from this angle, pupils blown wide and looking down at him with a need so great that it had taken her over completely. All she could manage to do was stroke the buzzed hairs of his head. 

His cock was past twitching, now leaking into his blacks at the image of her standing above him. 

With a groan, Rex nuzzled against the tops of her legs, dragging the bridge of his nose along her inner thigh and then to her clothed slit, inhaling deeply and growling. He witnessed as the darkness dissolved in her gaze and her bright blue stare was back, wide and waiting.

Her throat bobbed and she reached for his shoulders as he gave in, mouth connecting to her hot entrance and tongue working her with intent. The armor covering each of his shoulders was promptly ripped away so that she could properly hold onto him, the pieces ricocheting down the few stairs below them.

Ahsoka cried out at the sensation, throwing her head back and clamping a hand over her mouth after the sound echoed around them. 

Rex’s eyes stayed on hers, unwilling to look anywhere other than directly at her. His licked the length of her slit, building friction, damping the lacy fabric enough to where he could finally start to taste her. He hummed disapprovingly against her cunt, depriving them both of the connection to ground out, “Eyes on me, ‘Soka.”

Those pretty blue eyes snapped open, pupils remaining dilated, her excitement increasing tenfold. 

He moaned helplessly when her juices met his tongue, finally having enough and ripping the poor excuse of lace fabric down her legs. His lips were swollen when he pulled away, a newfound urgency fueling his movements. He helped her step out of her shoes and the remaining clothing, throwing them each aside so that they joined the other discarded items about the stairs. Rex knew exactly how he wanted her. 

The gloves and gauntlets on his hands were shucked and he lifted her right leg by the calf, running his bare hands along her supple skin. “I’ve lost sleep dreaming about this,” he said, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee.

Ahsoka hummed and scratched her nails along his scalp, running a finger over the shell of his ear, “Is that why we keep staying up so late on comms?”

“Staying up late on comms is why I lost sleep,” he admitted, bringing her leg to rest over his shoulder, burying his tongue inside her glistening cunt.

She yelped, squeezing her eyes briefly as Rex worked his mouth ravenously against her, flattening his tongue and tensing it, delving into her delicate folds. The sounds of his ministrations was something that would surely send the former monks of this monastery into cardiac arrest. He then sucked at her clit and Ahsoka had to grind her teeth together to keep from crying out again and risking the sound of her pleasure echoing through the hollow spire. 

“I— hng, I figured all that comm sex we had, you’d be sleeping rather well,” she managed, pulling his head closer.

Rex chuckled against her cunt, sending sinful stimulations coursing through her body. Her thighs clamped around him and he sighed, welcoming her impending orgasm, eager to lap it up. “You’re wrong mesh’la,” Rex revealed between lewd, wet, suckling noises. “I couldn’t stop replaying the image of you touching yourself in the cockpit of our Y-wing, two fingers deep in this pussy and wearing nothing but my pauldron.”

His grip on her thighs tightened and Ahsoka trembled, her cunt constricting around his tongue. 

“R-Rex, please,” she cried, unable to stifle her volume this time. 

Rex shook his head violently over her clit, teasing it with his teeth. “That’s it, cyare,” he coaxed, “Eyes on me, remember?”

Her hips jerked and Ahsoka all but rutted against his tongue, a wail escaping her lips as the first orgasm rushed over her. She was trying so hard to follow through with his request, to be his good girl. He thought her desperation adorable, the way her brow markings scrunched up and her eyes threatened to close. “I’m— I—” the words were difficult for her to manage but she rushed them out, “I’m coming, Rex.”

The tip of his nose kissed her engorged clit and his tempo picked up, “I know. That’s my good girl. I know.”

It was a beautiful thing the way her body fractured above him, her sopping cunt spasming and grinding against his tongue, coming against his impatient mouth. Rex kissed and licked her through it, whispering sweet, nasty nothings as she rode it out. When her knees started to wobble, he knew it was ending, the telltale aftershocks following right after. She grasped weakly at his head and he laughed against her, pressing a few soft kisses to the cute markings adorning her pretty pussy before finally moving away.

His entire lower face was coated in a sheen of her release; he was sure to make a show of licking his fingers after he swiped it off his nose and chin. The heaving Togruta above him inhaled shakily and a small smile was teased at in the corners of her lips.

Ahsoka’s balance was so throttled that her instinct to rely on the Force had left her completely. She glanced to the right and moved to sit in the open window ledge. Rex smiled, gently taking hold of her wrist and preventing her from sitting without something beneath her first. He reached for his discarded kama and folded it neatly, placing it under her and only then allowing her to sit. 

One of Rex’s hands slipped behind her to support her neck as she leaned back in the ledge, looking up at him adoringly with half-lidded eyes. He stepped between her open legs and entered two fingers into her tender cunt, pulling a broken cry from her throat. “You did so well, ‘Soka. Took it so well,” he whispered. 

Small moans were coaxed from her as Rex pumped in and out at an agonizing pace, curling into the spongy spot he knew drove her mad. Fuck, he loved watching her take him. Ahsoka babbled incoherently, reaching for his plackart, her lashes slightly wet.

“You need more?” he smirked, moving the hand supporting her neck to cover the orange hand on his torso. She gave him a cutely incredulous look and he laughed, removing the steady fingers from her pretty cunt to finish the act of dekitting. Her hips rocked into the air as she waited, biting her lip and trying her best to be patient. With each piece of armor removed, she only got wetter. “Touch yourself, mesh’la. Let me watch you. Show me what you do when we’re apart.”

The words knocked the breath out of her, rendering her speechless. Ahsoka’s chevrons darkened impossibly further and she nodded, a hand reaching for her clit. One of her feet was placed on the ledge while the other rose shakily into the air. 

She was on full display for him.

Rex didn’t even finish pushing his blacks all the way down before he was between her legs. He pumped his length over her, taking her leg that was already up and wrapping it around his waist. Ahsoka abandoned her own sex and reached for his, drawing the sweetest whines from his mouth as she placed it at her hot entrance. His hips pushed forward, moving slowly until the head of his cock was sheathed in her heat. 

Ahsoka gasped, moaning as the familiar stretched returned and her pussy sucked him in. Her brow markings drew upward and she looked down to see where they were connected, smiling and squeaking as he pushed further. 

“Fuck, ‘Soka your pussy is so tight,” Rex praised, finally leaning down and draping himself over her.

She whimpered as his cock continued stretching her, taking every tantalizing inch as he gave it to her. “Please, Rex, you feel so— ah— you’re so big,” she managed through pitchy gasps. 

One of his hands took hold of her hip and the other found a montral. They both groaned as he bottomed out in her, sitting for a few seconds as they both got reacquainted with the feel of the other. Ahsoka traced the shell of his ear and he peppered chaste kisses around her eyes, meeting them and awaiting her nod. 

The green light was given and Rex pulled out slowly before snapping his hips forward and sheathing himself inside her once more. Ahsoka clung to him, wrapping both legs around his waist and holding on for dear life. Her head was thrown back and she looked into the hollow spire of the stairs, taking stock of the full thrill taking place. She scratched along Rex’s scalp and let her moans come uninhibited as he fucked into her. The drag of his cock was more addicting than any spice on the market and she’d wager good credits on that. 

Rex began to whimper as he pumped in and out of her, completely at her mercy. “Fuck, you feel so good, mesh’la. Squeezing me like that,” he breathed against her temple, increasing the tempo. 

A sharp moan fell past her lips and she reached for the hand that was on her montral, begging to have his fingers in hers. He obliged and took them both, placing them on either side of her head and looking into her eyes with each and every thrust. Ahsoka’s thighs began to tremble and Rex nodded, encouraging her along, “Come on. Come for me, cyare.”

Her teeth clenched together and her eyes screwed shut as her cunt spasmed around him, writhing on his dick as her second orgasm took over. 

His refused to cease, continuing to fuck her through it before seeking out his own orgasm and only then joining her, painting her convulsing walls and groaning wantonly. Their heaving chests were pressed together, sticky with sweat as they recovered. Ahsoka brought one set of their joined hands to her lips and kissed Rex’s thumb, earning his attempt at a smile.

“Force, Rex,” she breathed, peppering kisses on his head and cherishing their synced heartbeats. 

Finally at a point of coherency, Rex lifted his head and pressed his lips to her collarbones, kissing his way upwards. “I know,” he murmured against her skin. “I missed you, too. But if you think I'm done with you just yet, think again.”

The blue pools of her eyes shrank considerably with the way her pupils widened, a devilishly euphoric smile gracing her face. 

She was hoisted upwards, and with their bodies still connected, Rex flipped them to where he was the one seated on the ledge. Ahsoka’s back arched with the movement, hell bent on keeping him inside of her. A tight squeeze was given to his cock and Rex winced with pleasure, chuckling before attacking her pouting lips. 

He moved her feet to rest on the ledge beside his thighs and hugged her close to him, fucking upwards up into her. 

One round with her was never enough. 

Ahsoka threw her head back completely, letting her lekku dangle and her breasts bounce — getting a satisfied groan of approval from her lover. She egged him on, removing one of her hands from his shoulder and grabbing one of the tender mounds of flesh, tweaking her nipple and sending an added wave of electricity currenting up her spine.

Beneath her, the quiet noises Rex was making became louder and more frequent, his thrusting starting to feel more desperate. 

A sinful, guttural noise ripped in his throat and he pulled Ahsoka back towards him. His teeth were clenched and his gaze dark, lips twitching. She could read it in his eyes. Force, he was close. He was practically there. But he held on. He always held on, determined with an unyielding ferocity to get her off one last time. 

Rex’s hands shot to her hips, taking over her movements and having full control of the pacing. She rode him too well after all this time, knowing just how to milk him and leave his dick throbbing. She’d end him too quickly and he still wasn’t done fucking her. 

He slammed into her, ushering a cry from her lips. She clung tightly to him, a series of garbled sounds tearing through her lungs as Rex pounded deeply into her drooling hole, causing the most lewd smacking to sound between their thighs. 

Her cunt fluttered and spasmed around him, gripping with impressive force as she came again, dragging a wrecked moan from the man beneath her. He tugged her face from its hidden position in his shoulder and pressed their foreheads together, watching intently at how her features pinched as she unraveled. His hips were becoming useless, but he was resolute in driving up into her until her legs stopped trembling and her knees quit wobbling. 

She raked her fingers along his scalp and whined, “Come— come for me, Rex.”

With one submissive whimper, he let go. His needy cock released rope after rope of cum within her, coating her walls with pent up desire. 

Ahsoka moved her hips in slow circles, coaxing it out of him to watch him shiver and cry. His lips were swollen but he slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his anyway, out of breath but in no hurry to catch it. 

Adoring pecks were planted over his face and jaw as Ahsoka rode him through it, scraping her teeth along his ear and getting one last spurt out of him. 

He panted next to her montral, pressing a kiss to the clammy skin and jerking when their combined fluids ran down his cock and over his balls. 

“Rex,” Ahsoka said breathily against his cheek. 

A hum was her response as his hips still moved lazily. He ran his hands along her backside and squeezed, getting a giggly yelp from the woman in his lap. “What is it, mesh’la?” he asked. 

“Someone could see us.”

He laughed, finally reopening his eyes and looking at her in that way he had when she’d first returned into his life. 

There was never a reason to forget why or how much he loved her. 

“You’re worried about that now?” The amusement was clear in his voice. Rex lifted her off his dick and placed her back in his lap, seated behind it. She winced and smiled sheepishly. 

“I’d be more worried that someone heard us,” he said. 

Ahsoka writhed in his lap, both simultaneously humiliated yet turned on at the idea. “How high are the chances?”

“Oh, they definitely heard us. Poor Howzer’s door is the closest one to the stairs up at the top,” Rex revealed, his smile wicked and lopsided. 

Her lekku flushed darker and she ground her clit against the base of his hardening shaft, biting her lip in the way she only did when she was determined to have her way with him. 

Rex swallowed and fought off a moan, standing up with her and wrapping her legs around him as he gathered their important clothes off the stairs. 

She laughed and shrieked, “Rex! What are we doing? We can't just run naked through here!”

His hand wound around her thigh and she took the clothes as he ran off up the stairs. “We can because this is our place and for kriff’s sake I’m going to fuck you in every room that I please,” he answered. 

Ahsoka clung tightly to him and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, trying her damnedest to convince herself she wasn’t enjoying this, “Rex, this was a monastery, we can’t do it in a room of worship. The monks—”

“Are dead. They won’t mind,” he drawled, seizing her lips and pushing a door open with his foot, taking them into a room filled with decadent mirrors, and old artwork, filling her once again and getting to watch from every angle. 

[acatinwinterfell]

For your fic, delicate. May I request 2 and 26 🙏

AHHH OFC OFC !!!

2. where did you come up with this idea?

okay so like in all honesty i’m a HUGE sucker for awkward rexsoka!! i’m not entirely sure where i got the idea, but one day i just started writing Delicate and finished it in a few days! i love when these two so clearly have feelings but are too scared to admit it😭 also fun fact, this fic didn’t have a name for a while, but i remember Delicate by Taylor Swift came on from one of my playlists and i was like this song is PERFECT VIBES (i’m a huge swiftie) anyway, that’s where i got the idea for Delicate! have i rambled too much ab this?? probably lol

26. Favorite detail

oh this is hard… but i’m gonna go with when Rex holds Ahsoka’s hand so gently when they’re alone. UGH I WAS KICKING MY FEET SO HARD WRITING IT. i just love when typical stoic Rex can be soft and gentle, especially when it’s with Ahsoka :)

thank you sm for the ask!!! 🥹♥️

[rexsokazine]

Hello, there!

We would like to announce that we have UPDATED OUR SCHEDULE!

We would also like to apologise for the unexpected delay and hiatus in the past few months. Real life things have gotten in the mods’ way and have put this project on hold because of that.

But, we’re back now, as excited as ever for our very first Rexsoka zine!

Here is our updated schedule:

APPLICATIONS:—

⭐️ Contributor Applications Open: March 6th 2023

⭐️ Contributor Applications Close: April 6th 2023

ZINE PROGRESS:—

⭐️ Concepts Due: May 15th 2023

⭐️ First Check-in: June 1st 2023

⭐️ Second Check-in: July 1st 2023

⭐️ Soft Deadline: July 15th 2023

⭐️ Hard Deadline: July 25th 2023

ORDERS:—

⭐️ Pre-Orders Open: August 1st 2023

⭐️ Pre-Orders Close: August 15th 2023

You can also stop over to our Schedule Page for your reference!

If you have any questions, feel free to DM us!

We hope to see you all soon! 💙

[rexsokaficquotes]

Rex realized he'd been staring at her for a good minute and went back to his data pad, face heating.

Then suddenly something soft pressed against his cheek. There was a loud outcry from the group of clones as the pressure pulled away. Rex turned to see Ahsoka grinning at him, inches from his face.

— ExecutiveCucumber, from Chapter 6: Day 6: Truth or Dare in ‘Executive Cucumber's Rexsoka Week 2021’

[countessofbiscuit]

for the relationship asks!

29 + 37 for foxiyo

3 + 8 + 29 for rexsoka

14 for sevfika

Thanks for the triple threat ask! :D

Foxiyo:

29. What is their sex life like?

Poetic. Epical evenings when schedules allow, and hook-ups as perfect and pocket-sized as a haiku when they don’t.  

37. What do they like the least about each other?

What they perceive as recklessness. 

Riyo would launch Fox’s stims and smokes into orbit, if she didn’t think he’d just fly his damn bike into the atmosphere after them. 

Fox would keep Riyo locked forever in a silk-lined box or strapped to his chest if he could. (That he keeps her under constant protective surveillance would be Riyo’s least favorite thing, if she knew about it.) 

Rexsoka:

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Hot and steamy, like a gym bag left in the car on a summer’s day. 

8. What’s one way their personalities compliment one another?

Ahsoka is hot-headed; Rex is patient and open-minded. They are both a special brand of bonkers. 

29. What is their sex life like?

Like shaking the aforementioned car. 

Sevfika:

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

They are cut down the middle. Fi would spend every other night at roller disco, even though it turns Sev into a human version of the claw machine: difficult, grabby, and sharp-tempered. Why leave the house unless there’s some game promised, particularly of the bang-you’re-dead variety?

When Fi convinces the Oyu’baat to install an old arcade shooter, Sev becomes much more social, if only because he needs someone to beat.

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