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Captain's Log: Chapter 6

Dependents

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 12.6k (i know im sorry lmao) Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: It's already time to go. Your visit with the Lawquane's has messed with both of Rex's heads and you finally find yourself forced to talk about plans and promises for the distant future. Meanwhile, the immediate future brings back old friends and you stumble across a dangerous start to your ultimate mission. Chapter Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Blowjob, Cum Play, Breeding Kink (this got disGUSTENG), Language, Survivor's Guilt, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Major Character Loss, References to Canon Plot, Political References, Discussions of Family, Drinking References, Lots of Fluff

Leaving is hard. Especially after spending so little time with the Lawquane’s adorable, sweet kids. They clung to Rex’s limbs, following his lead and desperately hoping that if they held on long enough it might prevent his departure. He was gentle with them. Far softer with them than he ever was with his men and definitely softer than I preferred he’d be with me. I sat beside Suu at their dining table, packing what few rations we could store in my bag.

“But Daaad, why does he have to go so soon? He just got here!” Jek complained loudly, peering up at Cut like anything he’d do could change the grave circumstances he didn’t even know we were in.

Rex looked over at me, the pained sorrow in his eyes stinging him again as he struggled to hold back his matter-of-fact explanation. He was so used to delivering status reports that he didn’t exactly know how to give bad news delicately. Especially not to a child. Cut looked between us both, biting the side of his cheek as a hush filled the house.

Suu spoke first, the soothing lull of a mother’s voice comforting only those of us who had memories of what that felt like. “My darlings…the world is a dangerous place. Things are about to change for all of us. But especially for your Father and Rex.” Her lower lip quivered, a heavy sigh following as she swallowed down thick tears I knew she wanted to let out.

Shaeeah padded toward the empty chair at our table and grabbed her mother’s hand. “What’s wrong, Mom?” She asked, the curious eyes of a child suddenly piecing together the clues. Our arrival to their home after all these years. The fresh scar on Rex’s hairline. The blaster singed holes in his plastoid. The pain searing through her father’s temple that grew stronger every day. It wasn’t hard to put together that something terrible had happened. That Rex’s visit wasn’t a happy surprise, but an ominous warning.

Suu glanced at me, hoping for support, an explanation. Something. “The galaxy…and our lives as we once knew them…those times have ended. The Republic is gone. The Clone Wars are over. Your Father’s brothers, Rex’s family, are in trouble. Bad people used them to hurt others. To hurt each other. We wanted to find you before the bad guys did the same to you. To tell you all to run. Stay together and run as far as you can from the shadow of the Empire.” I explained, both children’s faces falling, the excitement in their eyes fading into fear.

“B-but I don’t want to leave home. Not like this.” Jek blubbered, realizing that this was serious enough to scare even his parents into silence.

Suddenly, Rex’s hand found the boys shoulder and he kneeled down before him. “Hey kid, listen, if there’s one thing I know after all these years…it’s that home’s not a place. Home’s where your boots land…” He smiled, ruffling the boy’s hat under his palm and locking eyes with mine. Like he meant this for more than just the kids to hear.

“And where your Brothers stand beside you.” Cut finished his thought, handing him his helmet from the floor. His eyes were misty now, like he was recalling a thought or a memory that sat dormant until just now. Rex took his helmet in his shaky hand and met his brother’s teary-eyed gaze. Without another word, Cut pulled Rex into a tight hug and they stood there silently for a long time.

Suu was sobbing softly beside me, realizing that this was likely the last time they’d ever see us. Rex had saved them once before and like the hero he always was to the Lawquane’s he had come back to protect them again. From the second he left them all those years ago, he was family and to be forced to part from him now, under such dire circumstances, was to experience loss they hadn’t felt as a group before.

I stood up, letting them all have their moment and backing into the hut’s door frame. Just a few months was a lifetime for a clone and Cut knew this better than anyone. He knew just how much of his life Rex had given to protect all of us with every battle he fought. How much it meant that he’d spend even a second of that time thinking about this little adoptive family before himself. How much sacrifice was a love language to his rugged Captain of a brother. How miserably unfair it was that Rex had only ever seemed to feel the importance of family when he lost one of his own. Loss was a natural part of life, even amongst family. But no natural born being experienced the depth of loss and the absence of loved ones like clones were forced to.

Cut called my name as he pulled away from his brother. “You take care of him. He’s the best of us.” Rex wiped his cheek with his sleeve quickly, hiding the fact that such a rushed goodbye was tearing open wounds of loss that had barely begun to heal. His heavy boots thudded across the wood floor and joined my side, curling his fingers between mine. I squeezed back, reassuring him without words and accepting him as he was. The way I always did. And always will. All the healing shattered pieces and battered bones of a warrior who gave too much and asked for nothing in return.

“I will.” I spoke, slinging my pack over my back and smiling back at the family now huddled together. Flashes of a potential future struck me. For once all the effort to differentiate an identical face didn’t matter. In Cut’s face, the warm twinkle of his honey brown eyes, the quirked corners of his mouth drawing into a shy smile, the determined strength tightening his jaw, I saw Rex. I saw dreams fulfilled that even Rex might not know he has. I saw the life that he deserved to have too. And no matter how long it took, no matter how hard it would be. I promised myself that someday I’d get him there.

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The ship was just as we’d left it, luckily. The field of Cut’s crops kept us well hidden and if being here didn’t put the Lawquane’s at risk I might’ve asked Rex if we could stay longer. Saleucami was warm, so dry and bright, allowing me to feel more sunshine on my face than I’d ever felt in a lifetime on Coruscant.

The air was fresher here and I wondered if the smog of a densely overcrowded city planet was what made the Senators and government in general so unpleasant. If they could just feel the sun like this for even a day, maybe things wouldn’t be so constantly dreadful. Maybe people would actually enjoy the beautiful galaxy we lived in instead of destroying it for profit or power or some other stupid political ploy.

Rex felt it too. I think. Sometime after we left the Lawquane’s property line, he shed the plastoid bucket and clipped it to his pack. The sunshine of this planet kissed the pretty warm brown of his skin, the tiniest hint of freckles started to blossom on the bridge of his nose. For a man born on a stormy planet that knew only of rain and clouds, the sunlight suited him beautifully.

He hadn’t talked much since leaving his brother’s house and I thought better than to interrupt his thoughts as he accepted our departure from yet another of his family. Yet, his hand never left mine, clinging to it all the time, even when it wasn’t convenient to hold on. His ungloved thumb and index finger mindfully brushed over the back of my hand often, stroking little circles and patterns into my skin. While he was undoubtedly upset about having to walk away from his brother, he seemed happy, peaceful even.

He breathed deeply, soaking in the fresh air just so he could remind himself of what it felt like to not smell the burning metal of droid parts and shrapnel. I didn’t know if he’d ever gone somewhere for enjoyment, it certainly didn’t seem like he did. Shore leave was almost always spent on Coruscant just in case they were needed at a moment’s notice. In Rex’s case, shore leave was spent in my old apartment for hours on end, since we really couldn’t go out and be seen together formally anywhere. It was an odd feeling, being so carefree together and uncaring who could see us so obviously in love, but it was a happy one. The one beautiful feeling he could hold dear in all this mess.

By the time we’d reached the ship, his touch was caressing over far more than just my hands. His fervent, gentle grip ran up my forearm, up my sides, along the small of my back and the swell of my backside. I glanced over at him every so often to see he hadn’t stopped gazing at me like I was the brightest nebula, the rarest shooting star, like if he blinked too long, he’d miss me.

“What?” I asked, tipping my head to one side to observe his dumb struck reverence of me.

The sound of my voice after a few hours of walking in silence made the highs of his cheekbones flush a deeper shade and his breathing quicken in excitement. “N-nothing.” He stammered, tripping over himself trying to find the right words for his emotions.

I laughed at him, shaking my head as he fawned over me like a schoolboy crush.

“Does too much sunlight make clones dizzy or something?” I joked, acting like I didn’t know that he was far more infatuated with me than the weather.

His jaw quirked, running his hand over the stubble on his face as if to snap himself out of a haze he couldn’t help but feel. “…that’s not what’s affecting me, and you know it.” He admitted his whole face blushing, his attempt at a wink failing miserably and making a genuine laugh bubble up in my chest.

“Captain Rex…are you blushing?” I teased, stepping toward him and shucking off a layer of clothing I knew he’d want removed.

“As if you don’t know…” He retorted, both admitting to it and blaming me for the overwhelming sunsick daze he was trapped in.

“Could be a sunburn.” I shrugged, removing yet another layer so my torso was only covered by my thin bra. His eyes flicked down to my now exposed chest and he licked his lips, before that familiar look of delightful mischief crossed his face.

“Look at me…you think I sunburn?” He laughed, reaching his hand down to pull at my hip and draw me into him.

“Take off your armor and we’ll check…” I muttered far too seductively in his ear. He let out a charged exhale and bit his bottom lip in anticipation.

Plastoid armor on his chest and shoulders unclipped before I could draw in my next breath, his gaze roaming from the heave of my chest to my lips dropped open to exhale a controlled seduction across his now freckled face. His tight black top sprawled across shoulders that somehow seemed even larger than I remembered, begging for me to sink my fingers into. The sides of his neck were begging for my lips to graze it, to nibble love bites along skin that looked too pretty, too perfect not to leave my mark on. He looked fucking delightful and stars I wanted to taste him, to feel him all over me for days.

“You seem a little dizzy too, cyare. Wonder why…” He muttered, his palm resting on my shoulder slid down to cup my breast gently. I shuddered, closing my eyes and gasping softly at his touch. I laid my hand over his heart, his rippling chest flexing not enough to disguise the thrumming pattern of his heartbeat.

“Yeah…I…I wonder…” I whispered, losing my resolve and my ability to tease as his hand guided my center onto the cold plastoid of his thigh. My eyes shot up at his own, brows raised in surprise as he maneuvered me against him agonizingly slowly. My mouth dropped open in delight, the feeling of him cool against my heat a welcome surprise.

“That feel good?” He asked in my ear, humming in satisfaction. “You always feel so nice pressed up against me.” He grabbed hold of my ass, shifting his thigh forward to work me up even more. My hands shot down to the hem of my pants, yanking them off in close pursuit of the delicious contact I craved. The edge of his thigh armor caught my clit and I cried out, the pleasure immediately making me give in. I had to have him. Now.

“Hmph, Rex, take me to bed. Please.”

In an instant, he tore my bottoms the rest of the way off, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my thighs around his lap. I gripped my clothes in my free hand, trailing them behind us, as the other curled arm around his broad shoulders. He padded down the hallway, kicking off his boots and tossing our loose belongings into the open door to our room. I clung to him, knowing exactly where this was going. I giggled excitedly, which only spurred him on more, his cock twitching against me. He set me down against the side of our bunk, both of us hastily tearing each other’s remaining clothes off hurriedly.

As he stood naked and glorious before me, I beckoned him closer, running greedy hands down his ab muscles. He propped his arms up on the wall on either side of me, dipping his chin down to connect his lips with mine hungrily. I drank in the strong scent of his arousal and bit down on his lower lip, the taste of him even more intoxicating than his scent. My tongue delicately soothed the bite I left him with and slipped between his lips. His tongue dodged mine, forcing me to chase after him. He broke our kiss with a laugh, “Cmon. Get over here. Come get me.” He teased, pecking my lips and calling me forward, always keeping the deep kiss I wanted a few steps away.

I rested my hands on his jaw and pulled him back to me. “You can’t tease me like that and run…” I gasped between kisses, scratching at the stubble growing on his cheek.

“Why not? I like it when you chase me. Makes you needy…” He said, his hand lifting off the wall to curl into the hair behind my ears and hold me steady. “Though, I just can’t keep my hands off you…now that I’ve got you all to myself.” He muttered in my ear, one rough palm pulling my neck into his lips and the other holding my hips caged between his thighs. Warm swirls of his tongue laved against my jawline, the blood pumping harshly through the corded taut veins in my neck.

“Rex…I think you’re the one who’s needy today…” I laughed, teasing him somewhat cruelly and rolling my hips against him.

“Damn right I am. I need you so bad.” He rasped, the tone of his voice dropping lower as he traced down my neck. His wide palms splayed against my rib cage and he held me tightly, pulling my body as tight to him as he could. “Cock’s so fucking hard.” He groaned, pressing himself against the width of my thigh.

He wasn’t lying. I could feel his erection pounding against me, heat searing into my flesh like blaster fire. Painfully aching for my touch as he writhed against me. “Hmmm, need some help with that, my love?” I whispered in his ear, the tip of my tongue tracing a teasing pattern into the flesh behind it. “Need me to put my pretty mouth around that thick cock, Captain?” I offered, shifting my right thigh enough to glide against his length.

“Stars yes. Get on your knees for me, my dirty girl. Suck this cock like you did before. So, so sloppy. Looked so pretty like that.” He rambled, his nibble fingers tweaking my nipples to hardness at his touch.

“Yes, sir. Whatever you order, sir.” I cooed, running my hands down his chest and snapping the band of his underwear down off his length. I dropped down to my knees and guided him to lay back against the ship’s walls. I sat on my haunches beneath him and looked up at him with the big doe eyed teasing grin he loved so much.

“Fuck. Good girl.” He praised, affectionately running his thumb beneath my chin. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about. Those pretty eyes looking up at me. So hungry for my cock. Fucking you open and filling your sweet cunt full of me all night long. You gonna get me nice and ready to fuck you today, cyar’ika?”

My eyes widened, not used to him being so forward like this. Sure, he fantasized all the time. He told me so. But he was only ever like this on missions when he was desperately needy and couldn’t see me right away. Something had come over him and it was like he was ravenous for me. Hands exploring and touching like his life depended on it. Being this openly needy and downright insatiable was making me hot in a way I haven’t been since that first night.

“Yes, Rex. Nice and wet and throbbing. Just like I am for you.” I admitted, rolling my hips forward to lick up his shaft. He hissed slowly, watching my ass gyrate behind me as I curled a gentle fist around the base of him.

“Oh yeah? Can you touch that sweet little pussy for me?” He asked, running his fingers through my hair as I spit saliva on the blunt of his head and coaxing it down his length with my fist. He grunted, screwing his eyes shut and enjoying how I handled him with barely any friction.

I whimpered, overwhelmed by his words in my ears and his hard cock in my hand. Playing with myself while I jerked him off was something he almost always forbade since it usually made him finish way earlier than he wanted to. Which he hated. Whenever he came home from tours of duty, he wanted sex he’d thought about for weeks to last for hours, not minutes. I looked up at him hesitantly and ran my hand down my chest, slipping it past the band of my underwear and into my slick folds.

“Oh, Rex. I’m- I’m soaked…” I whispered, letting my lips brush the head of his cock as I spoke.

“Who makes your pussy so wet, pretty girl? Tell me.”

“You, Captain.” I responded, circling the rim of his head with my tongue when I finished speaking. He shivered at my touch, gripping my hair with his hand.

“Mesh’la. You don’t know what you do to me. Making my cock so fucking hard.” He rasped behind gritted teeth. He rolled his hips forward, pressing the weight of himself onto my tongue.

“Oh am I? Do I make your pretty, thick cock throb, Rex? When I play with my little pussy while I suck you off. Do you like that, baby?” I said, lust dripping from my tongue as I passed over his slit, collecting his precum and swirling it around his head. I slid my fingers through my slick folds and whimpered out an ear-splitting moan.

“Yes, cyare. Fuck yes.” He groaned, tipping his head back against the ship’s wall. His chest was heaving, all at once so overwhelmed and caught up in the moment unfolding in front of him. His scarred chin tipped back down to watch with pride as I enveloped the weeping blunt head between my kiss swollen lips.

My eyes watered, the corners pricking with tears as I sucked my cheeks in, slipping him into the wet cavern of my mouth. I hummed gently, the fullness of him slotting into place like he belonged here. I bobbed my head slowly, not breaking eye contact with him for anything. His face contorted, heavy brows raising in delight as his eyelids fluttered at the new, yet familiar sensation.

I explored my own wetness with two fingers, grazing over my sensitive bud so delicately in order to keep my composure. He looked so good like this, his hardened body free of any tension and jolts of the pleasure he deserved to feel coursing through his veins. If I looked too long or touched myself with just a little more pressure, I’d finish too fast from just my sheer attraction to him. Stars he’s so fucking handsome.

I pulled off him slowly, spit trailing down his length to my mouth and I looked up at him with an enamored smile. “I can’t keep this up much longer with you looking this good…” I confessed, my fingertips pressing against my clit and making me gasp.

His heaving chest slowed as he tried to catch his breath. “How…do you think…I feel…always?” He chuckled, running his hand through my hair and down my cheek. “Get up here…” Slowly, he curled his hand around my jaw and guided me up to my feet. The warmth in his eyes mixed adoration with lust as he looked over my face again. Normally the look in his eyes made me almost fear what I was in for, but today the fond twinkle in his eyes made me feel safe, loved, and enamored.

I wanted him more than I ever had before, to please him, to give him everything he could ever want. I dropped my jaw, mouth opening to speak to break the tension. Instead, it was met with a consuming kiss, his lips crashing into mine and his tongue sliding inside to steal any semblance of words I might’ve spoken.

I nearly fell into his grasp, clutching onto his chest desperate for more of his attention. He understood immediately, running his palms down my side and going right for where my hand still stroked my center. He swatted my fingers away, replacing my touch with his own and sliding his two far wider digits between my slick folds.

I broke the kiss with a yearning gasp, “Rex.” I rested my cheek against his, rolling my hips into his touch and whimpering as he circled my throbbing clit. The width of his chest kept me steady, my tits pressing into him salaciously. I curled my arm around his broad shoulders, gripping onto him as his fingers teased me more, spurring reactions and spasms I couldn’t contain.

“Mhm, cyar’ika…you’re my wet little mess, aren’t you? Nice and ready for me to spread you….fuck you so deep…you want that?” He whispered, his fingers swirling around my opening and teasing the entry I craved. I whimpered into his neck, nibbling on the skin there to keep myself from begging for him as desperately as I wanted to.

Instead, I nodded, maneuvering my hips forward even more to chase the rising high building at my center. My clit was pounding in time with my heart beats, his thumb jerking it gently every so often to keep a torturous burn going. He slid his other hand down the curves of my back, resting on the thick of my ass to push me into him roughly. I felt my hole spasm, as if trying to coax his fingers inside me of its own volition. He chuckled with amusement, “Yeah, you do. I can feel how much you need me.”

I lifted my head to look up at him, lust filled madness glazing over my eyes as I rocked against his fingers. “In-inside now. Please. Rex, please.” I muttered, moaning softly as he obliged instantly. His fingers stretched me open, both digits curling and digging deeper against my walls. I yelped in surprise delight, sighing out in relief as he spread my tight walls just wide enough to fit him. The burn in my belly ignited, a bright feeling of fullness consuming me as his fingers explored me. He plunged in and out as quickly as he could, his fingertips pressing a particularly pleasant spot near the front of my opening.

“Fuck…right there, Rex…right there…so good, baby. You’re so- so good.” I moaned, losing myself to the feeling of him repeatedly entering and exiting me.

“That’s right, my dirty girl. Who makes you feel this good? Little louder for me…fuck you’re tight.” He gritted out, pumping his fingers deeper into the spot I was loving.

“You, Rex…you…do.” I whined, his hand on my waist gripping me tighter as his name fell from my lips.

“Good girl. You’re so in for it today, mesh’la. Watching you with Cut’s family. Stars, you made me so proud to call you mine. Gonna reward you for being so good to me. Love you so much…” He explained, suddenly spinning us around and plopping me down on the bed behind us. He spread both my legs apart with one hand and pulled his now slick fingers out of my entrance obscenely. “Look at you. Dripping down my fingers.” He sighed, drawing both soaked digits into his mouth to sample what he’d done to me so far. His eyes rolled back as he savored my taste on his tongue, “So fucking sweet.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and reached for him, grabbing onto his forearm and tightening. “Please…I need you.” I begged, the desperation to have him inside me too strong to resist. He smiled wide, his gaze soft as he fervently shoved two fingers back inside again. I tipped my head back and cried out, bucking my hips forward onto him for more. “Rex!”

“So, so needy today. Me too. But you look so gorgeous all worked up for me…” His free hand traveled up my waist, squeezing my breast and twisting a nipple between two fingers. Sweat trailed down my bare back, my hair a tousled nest, lip swollen from biting down on it in ecstasy. This was just how he liked it, me coming undone and falling apart the second he touched me. “Tell you what…when you were sucking my cock so perfectly this morning…angel you are…I really wanted to watch you bounce on my cock till the sun rose. You wanna do that for me, cyar’ika? Put this tight pussy on my cock…” He muttered, filth leaving his lips in ragged gasps.

Before I could think, I was pulling myself up to his chest and wrapping arms around his shoulders. I pressed passionate open-mouthed kisses to his lips, teeth grinding, tongues tangled as I practically wrestled him down beneath me. I felt nothing but the blinding ache in my core, which was solely his fault for torturing me so long. I wanted him to burn like I did. To feel how intense my desire for him was tormenting my insides.

His beautifully toned torso flexed beneath the weight of my thighs trapping him in. My palms slid down the heat of his chest, his heart racing faster than lightspeed under my touch. “Of course I wanna do that for you. But once you give me control, you’re not getting it back, Captain.” I threatened, a sultry smirk spreading across my face as I slid my center down to meet his. My center glided across the length of him beneath me, making him moan and punch his fist into our mattress beneath us. His hands flew to my hips, possessively gripping the flesh hard enough to bruise as he dragged me along his cock.

“Ready for me?” He whispered lining himself up with my entrance, checking in with me one more time before we started, just to make sure I was okay. I didn’t answer. Instead choosing to rest my palms on his hip bones and sink onto him harshly. He choked out a long moan and bucked into me deeper, an involuntary jerk that made me double over in sharp delightful agony. He pierced a spot so deep in my gut that tears instantly poured down my cheeks.

“Stars Rex…do that again.” I whimpered, grinding down into his lap to find that searing spot of ecstasy. He grunted, nodding his head in understanding before bucking up into me again, easily finding the same weak spot and exploiting it even harder this time. A sharp moan left my lips, my hands gripping onto his thighs for purchase. I rose my hips up, easing him out of me slightly and then pounding down onto him again.

I started bouncing, each time sending him careening into that spot that made my back arch. I twisted my hips, thighs burning as I sunk down onto him over and over and over again chasing the pleasure boiling over inside me. His hands started roving the landscape of my body, gently caressing my waist, my upper thighs, the curve of my ass, the bend of my shoulder into my neck. Everywhere he touched sizzled like he was cooling my overheating desire from the outside in.

He was absolutely taken with me, his brain too preoccupied with my body overwhelming him to elicit any of the filthy things I knew he wanted to say. Slapping of skin on skin echoed off the ships metal hull, the absolutely filthy moans and groans between us probably loud enough for the rest of Saleucami to hear. “Fuck me…just like that mesh’la…taking my cock so well. Feel so good wrapped around me. Right where you belong.”

The swell of my ass slotted into his waiting thighs perfectly, the stretch of him inside me making me tremble with anticipation the faster I bounced on him. The wet slick of our centers meeting made each thrust frictionless and doing nothing to quell the raging need coiling up painfully in my core. I wanted the drag of his cock inside my collapsing walls to siphon the need to cum out of me soon, too tired to keep this aching at bay.

“Gotta..gotta cum Rex…please let me. I want you to feel me cum on your perfect cock.” I whined, leaning down to rest my palms on his chest and sending my center down even harsher. His hands slid down to grip both cheeks and he struck one side with a loud slap. I gasped, falling into his chest as he took over for me, pounding my hips onto him as fast as he could.

“Cum just like this. Hard as you can. Make that little pussy so wet for me. Want to feel how good you take me. Cum mesh’la…” He praised in my ear, whispering harshly as he battled to keep his own orgasm at bay. I felt my walls collapsing, my opening tightening around him and the violent knot in my belly unfurling as he slammed up into my favorite spot again.

“Rex!” I shouted, digging into his sides for comfort as my mouth dropped open in ecstasy. His thrusts didn’t let up and he largely ignored me, as he chased his own high, my walls fluttering closed around him making him gasp. The orgasm washed over me, blood rushing to my center and my limbs spasming against him as it overtook me. I toppled over the edge; one wave of painful desire being replaced by an insatiable need for more of him. For more of this feeling. For this to happen even stronger. I just came and I still needed him to take more out of me. It wasn’t enough. His hips were grinding up into mine, as my first high subsided.

“Feel good now hmm? You love it when I let you cum. Can you give me another? My perfect girl, I know you can.” He rasped, just as desperate for me as I was for him. I sunk down onto him again, looking up at him as I felt him stretch me wide open.

“Yes, Rex more. I need more. I want you to…split me open…pl-please. I’m aching.”

He exhaled, like he couldn’t believe his luck. “Yes, my pretty girl. I want to fuck you so full of me. Cum so deep and make you mine. Make it stick. Put a baby in you. You want that? You want me to pump your perfect cunt full of me?“ He spilled, admitting where his own desperate need for me was really coming from.

I froze, looking up at him in disbelief. This explained a lot. I knew this was going to require some unpacking and a serious conversation later. But he was pressing so deep into me and throbbing into me so nicely, I didn’t care. I didn’t care if the timing sucked. I didn’t care if it happened now or later. Stars with how unreal he felt buried inside me I honestly hoped it would stick.

I wanted him to fill me, to spill all of himself into me so deep that it had to take.

I wanted it to. Even if it was hard to admit it before.

I wanted it now.

I wanted it with him. And he wanted it with me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed his lips with mine, “fill me Rex. Every last drop. Fuck me. I’m all yours. All of me.” I begged, burying my face in his neck as he immediately rolled us over, his cock still inside me to the hilt.

He adjusted, sliding both of his hands into mine and slamming them down on either side of me. In a flash, his lips were on mine, gasping each time the drag of his overstimulated cock pushed past my tight entrance. “My pretty girl. My cyare. Mine. Mine. Mine. Want me to cum so deep.” He grunted with each thrust, plowing into me deeper than I ever thought he could reach. “Can’t believe how perfect you are. Letting me fucking breed you like this. My good fucking girl. Wants my ad’ika.” His hands held us steady as his thrusts broke my composure, broke my sanity, damn near broke my will.

I was far past the point of orgasm because it felt good, he was carrying me to heights I’d never known before. Overstimulation wasn’t a good enough word. His cock buried deep, the swell of it feeling like he could burst through me at any moment. I was practically wailing under him, rolling my hips back into him as he rammed into me harshly. My blood was boiling, unlocking a desire in me that was so powerful it could only be described as primal instinct.

“H-harder Rex. Harder.” I cried out, feeling the walls squeezing tightly around him all over again.

“Fuuuck, cyare, so tight on my cock. So fucking tight. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He swore, letting go of my hand to finally give my swollen clit some attention. “Cum with me. Together, my love.” He hummed, his hips stuttering as I pulled him into a siphoning death grip inside me. He twisted his fingertips on my clit quickly as he jutted up into that same devastatingly pleasurable spot inside me.

It felt like time slowed as I crashed, my back arching into his chest as I came so hard it ripped the breath from my lungs. I gasped for air I couldn’t capture as my walls ensnared him, the drag of my vice grip pulling the first rope of release out of him powerfully. Heat seeped into my belly as I felt him spill inside me uncontrollably.

“-Oh Rex.” I sighed out, the most heart clenching moan I could muster leaving my lips as pleasure battled through me stronger than I could ever defeat. He moaned my name out loud, as his balls tightening coaxed more and more of his seed into my belly. I clutched his shoulder, biting and kissing his neck as I held onto him for stability. “Feel so full..”

“Mesh’la…took it all. So well for me. That’s my strong girl. So fucking proud of you. Can you show me how pretty that pussy looks all filled up?” He whispered, easing himself out of my cunt. I hummed and bit my lip, nodding against his neck and kissing him.

I spread my legs open and with two fingers guided my folds apart again. My hole was still fluttering, his warm cum leaking down my parted thighs with each aftershocked spasm. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, tears of overwhelming joy spilling down my cheeks at the feeling of it overflowing from me.

“Stars- get over here…” He grabbed my hand again reassuring me as he angled my bottom half up on his thighs, containing the drip and making sure his seed inside me stayed there. He slipped his thumb through the wet mess emanating from me. “Giving you every last fucking drop. Wish I had something to plug you with.” He chuckled as he gathered up the white ribbons of release in his fingers and pushed it all back inside my overstimulated hole slowly. “This will have to do though.” His fingers prodded me open again, the deliciously provocative schlick schlick schlick slowly fingerfucking his spend as deep into me as he could get it.

I gripped the sheets beneath me and writhed into his fingers, the feeling of being filled again becoming almost too much to bear. He soothed the insides of my thighs with his warm palm, tender and bruising from the power of his hips. Being this gentle as he twisted his wrist and massaged my clit slowly was a shock to my system.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, my chest heaving as he set me down from such a powerful high. “Where…did that…come from?” I asked between my slowing gasps, biting my knuckle as the dull ache of my orgasm still bounced around inside my core.

“Instinct.” Rex shrugged, echoing the very same thought I’d had earlier. “Like I said…couldn’t help myself.” Slowly, he slid his palms up my thighs and lifted me, settling my lower half onto a pillow and plopping down beside me. He ran the back of his knuckle along my forehead and brushed away the hair clinging to the sweaty overheated skin. “How good you look right now, no one in the galaxy could blame me, cyare.”

I laid there catching my breath, feeling the heated pool in my belly settle in with every breath. As good as I felt, my mind began to wander. An impending sense of dread, almost a regret settling in my chest. I’d never felt this way after sleeping with Rex. Never. I loved him, but I was far too sensible for my own good. Even for my own daydreams.

We couldn’t possibly be ready for this. We had nothing solid but the two of our bodies between us. No home, no belongings, no safety, no support. It was terrifying. Panic inducing. What he made me feel was so incredible, something I’d only ever thought I could dream up, but it wasn’t the right time. Immediate guilt swelled up in throat as I tried to swallow thickly. To find some words to say to him. I had to be honest.

“We never really talked about this before.” I said nervously, treading carefully on my words, totally unsure of how to start this. Anxiety built up in the place where my arousal once was. What if it took? What if I had to battle through all of these missions with Rex while carrying a little one? Maker the thought of having to be responsible for another living thing in a time where it wasn’t even safe for the two of us made my blood run cold.

He turned on his side, propping his head up on his curled bicep. “I know. It just sort of happened. I dunno. Last day or so got me thinking…” he sighed, leaning forward to kiss me softly and rest his large hand on my belly. “What they have. I want that. I think…I always have. I guess when I had my men it was sort of like that.” He started, his eyes searching my face for any hint of encouragement or something.

His face fell a bit, nervously realizing that I wasn’t exactly as happy as he thought I’d be. “I-I uhm. I just thought about giving you what they had. Starting our own family. Just..just for you and I. We could start over. Run away and have something you know?” He rambled, getting more and more desperate and illogical the longer I sat without saying anything, which was so very unlike him.

I sat up suddenly, turning my face and biting the inside of my lip. I felt terrible, pulling away from him as he spilled his heart’s most desperate desire. I closed my eyes and sighed, his hand gripping my arm as he bolted upright beside me.

“Hey…hey…what? What’s wrong? Look at me.” He whispered, his hands grabbing the sides of my cheeks and turning me toward him. “Is- is that not something…you want?” He muttered, his shoulders falling desperately trying to hide how much the wrong answer could crush him.

Fire burned in my eyes again at the sight of him before me, dreams deflating into the cold reality he was forced into more and more these days. Now I was bitterly angry at myself. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I wasn’t supposed to ever do that. Which only made me feel even worse. I ran my hand along the back of his neck, my eyes brimming with tears I couldn’t stop. “Rex…I want that more than anything in the galaxy. But…”

“But?”

“But we can’t. Do you really think that now is the right time for this? With everything that’s going on, you want to bring another innocent life into a world too dangerous for even just the two of us right now?” I questioned, the words making him wince like it struck him to hear the truth.

“I just…” He paused like he wanted to scream, like the words he wanted to say were clawing inside his chest, trying to come out. I rambled on as he fell silent, the anxiety bubbling over and spilling far too logical truths and soul crushing word vomit from my lips. My chest started heaving, my palms sweating and hands shaking. Both because I was so afraid of disappointing him and even more afraid of having to handle things if this did happen.

“How could I ever keep up with you? It would be so much responsibility and I can’t ask you to take care of me like that. What about the mission? What about your brothers?” I was shouting now, tears pouring down my face pushing myself away from him to avoid having to see the look on his face as I crushed his dream.

Finally, he found his voice again and groaned loudly, “Stop it.” His face was red with embarrassment and shaking from the realization that his daydreams were clouding his ability to see reason. He tipped his head back on the bunk wall then hung his head in his hands, panting like he’d just fought a whole legion of droids alone when the only battle he was apart of was within himself.

The breath hitched in my throat, the sight of him breaking into reality again making me sick to my stomach. Because this was about more than just being selfish and trying for something he’d wanted for so long. This was something else. But what?

He muttered, lifting his misty eyes from behind his hands and staring at me like I was a thousand clicks away. “I know. I’m just…I thought maybe having something so whole and so happy with you would fix this…M-make me feel just a little less fucking empty. I-I feel so empty.” The admission breaking his composure and sinking his chest back into the wall behind him.

I froze. The weight of his words collapsing on me like a ton of bricks. That’s it. That’s what it was. For all the lives he lost, maybe if we could create more he’d feel some semblance of family again. He’d remember what that kind of love and support around him felt like. He wouldn’t have to mourn so painfully for them anymore. “Rex.” I sighed, looking at him as tears fell down my cheeks. “Rex come here.” I crawled back toward him on my knees, curling my arms around his shoulders and sliding into his lap. “My love, look at me. Right at me.” I whispered, tilting his chin up and stroking his temple with the pad of my thumb.

“I lost everyone close to me. Everyone I considered family is gone.” He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, the tension tightening his jaw as he bit back tears. Suddenly, he was the same broken-down mess I’d found shattered on the ship floor. I had to remind myself that was only a few days ago, despite it feeling like a lifetime. I put myself in his clone issued plastoid boots and tried my hardest to quantify his pain. To understand just how it would hurt to lose everyone you ever knew. And even as much as I empathized and truly felt his pain, I couldn’t understand. At least not fully. I didn’t have siblings; I barely knew my parents. But even if I couldn’t fully share his pain, I could try my absolute hardest to shield him from hurting anymore. To protect him and fight for him as he started to heal.

I shifted to pull his chest into mine. “Rex…my heart, they aren’t all gone yet. You have brothers, family, your blood, out there that need your help. We have a duty to them first. To the family you already have before the things we want for ourselves.” I kissed his cheek, cuddling as close to him as I could and melting into him as he wrapped his arms around my back. “Someday, I’ll give you all the little ones you could ever want. I want that for us more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Just…it can’t be right now. Why create new life when your brothers haven’t gotten to live theirs yet?”

He sniffled, a few tears falling as he nodded and pulled my head into the crook of his neck. He sat there, breathing, calming himself down to the sound of my heartbeat and absorbing my words for a long time.

Finally, he sighed, a low rumble emanating from his chest beneath me. “There’s not a selfish bone in your body is there mesh’la? You would’ve made such a good senator.” He laughed, kissing the top of my head and nuzzling me closer. “I know it’s our duty. I know what we have to do. But it’s hard not to get caught up in how much it hurts. I’ve never felt pain like this.”

“I know. I can’t promise you it’ll get easier. But I am here to help you. I wish I could feel it for you sometimes. Just so you wouldn’t have to.”

He huffed out a laugh, “I wouldn’t let you do that even if you could. You know that.”

“I’ll never stop trying though. Good luck stopping me from fighting for you. For all of you.” I responded, kissing up his neck and guiding him down beneath me.

“I’m sorry for getting carried away. I love you.” He declared, running a soothing thumb up the thrumming vein in my neck.

“You really are always first huh? Always gotta beat me to it…” I huffed, resting the side of my still flushed cheek against his own.

“Not always.” He retorted, “I seem to recall pretty generously letting you go first…when the situation calls for it.” He hummed playfully, looking down at me before tipping my lips toward him to kiss me again.

I sighed softly into the kiss, my lips still swollen from earlier. “That’s because you’d hear it from me if you didn’t.” I smirked, trailing my fingertips along the nape of his neck and realizing just how long his usually buzzed hair was getting. He let out a grumpy yet agreeable hmph, knowing I was every bit in charge of him, no matter what his title said. “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay. We’ll get there someday. Soon. I promise you.”

The slight burn of his facial hair against my skin I’d already gotten used to and found I enjoyed quite a bit. He looked so much more gruff and rugged than usual, matching the distinct gravelly timbre of his voice. I could distinguish him from his brothers with my eyes closed just from the sound of his voice.

Yet his clean cut, almost polished appearance was always the starkest contrast to how he sounded. How he acted most of the time. He was anything but an ordinary clone or an ordinary man. Years of improvisational tactics and unconventional approaches with his eccentric General changed his very nature and made him about as far from a textbook shiny as one could get. Even so, he had always kept up appearances. Always neat and orderly. Careful to button up the rogue maverick that took hold of his every action to appear as the most put together and orderly a leader could be.

Now? Maker- now how he looked finally fit the bill. Rugged, weathered, uncompromising and untethered. Much more reminiscent of his far darker haired brothers, and especially like the brooding bite of danger seen in his brothers’ Fox and Wolffe. He looked every bit the individualist he always was and fuck if I’ve never been more attracted to him. Finally letting go of how he was expected by the GAR and the Kaminoans to look and act. Just being Rex. My Rex. Would be better if it hadn’t come at an exceedingly painful cost, but I had to remind him of any positives we could find in this situation.

“Have I mentioned how good you look?” I complimented, smoothing my gentle fingertips along his temple and down the prickling stubble of his jawline.

“You didn’t have to.” He lifted an eyebrow, that sly grin of his splitting his lips and tweaking his jaw under my fingers. “Those eyes are easy to read, mesh’la. At least for me.”

“I’ve gotta do a better job at hiding that then or I’m gonna get us in trouble. You’re disguising yourself so well I don’t think anyone will know it’s you. Not right away.”

“Echo will know. Especially with the new capabilities.”

Right. Echo. That’s what we were meant to be doing right now. “Did Ahsoka’s contact get back to you? Any news on where the boys might be?”

“Yes, actually. Ord Mantell was the last they heard of em. Doing odd jobs for some cantina owner. And uhm…probably best we get into the habit of not saying the Commander’s name out loud anymore. Not as easy for her to hide as it is for us.”

“What do you suppose we refer to her as? If we have to I mean.”

“Well you know that private comm channel she always had us using?”

“Yup. Still got the passcode up here.” I acknowledged, tapping my temple with my index finger.

“That’s the Fulcrum channel. She’s asked us…well not us directly, but my contact…to call her only by that name from now on. For protection.”

“Ok got it. Now…Ord fucking Mantell. That planet is…”

“A scughole,” He finished my thought, laughing out loud at my candor. “I know. We better be careful. Craft some better disguises than this. And you need to decide on a good weapon. Or two.”

Ord Mantell was a fucking scughole. Home to crime syndicates and slavers and who knows what other shady scum. I suppose it was a good hiding place for those who don’t want to be found. Albeit an exceedingly dangerous one. Although the judgment was a bit hilarious coming from me, knowing full well that my home planet of Coruscant could be just as dangerous, especially on the lower levels.

He was right though. I needed to dirty myself up a bit. I looked far too neat and clean for someone on the run and would be fresh meat for hungry thieves and nefarious criminals. I was no stranger to my fair share of gangs, spice smugglers and bounty hunters. After all, it was once my job to know what was going on in the criminal underworld of my own planet. I spent night after sleepless night up studying the holonet for information and writing boring reports for my Senatorial bosses.

Being a junior senator and a lowly member of the Coruscant representatives’ staff was rarely as glamorous and dignified as the jobs of the Senators themselves. The salary I made was enough to stay out of the lowest levels and afford some place painfully small but in a far too nice part of the city planet. I did mostly grunt work and found out quickly that I much preferred volunteering to help the best of the Galactic Senate representatives do some actual good.

I got in with Padmé’s staff and quickly became someone she trusted for news from inside Coruscant itself, giving her other trusted advisors free reign to focus on their beloved Naboo. She had eyes and ears everywhere and truly cared about the people in the Republic, even if they weren’t hers to represent. I loved that about her. Senator Organa too. Both of them made sure to invite me into any room where quiet discussions of actual diplomatic heroics took place.

I wondered where they were right now. If checking in on their whereabouts was worthwhile.

If maybe they would be willing to help free the clones.

If they even knew anything about what had really happened.

When we landed, I could check the holonet at a public terminal where we couldn’t be tracked. I made a mental note to research what they’ve been up to. Maker…to check if they were even still alive or involved in whatever remnants of the Galactic Senate that were still running. Rex was absentmindedly stroking my hair, his gaze boring into my own as if to catch a glimpse of my inner thoughts without interruption.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” He asked softly, cuddling his arms around my back tighter and coaxing the blanket further up our still nude bodies.

“I wonder how Senators Amidala or Organa are doing. Maybe they’d run intel from inside to us. Help us find out what’s going on with the Empire. See how much they know.” I pondered, feeling his chest tense up at the thought of reaching out to such high up contacts.

“You think they’d be willing to feed us intel? Pretty dangerous.”

“They’d do it for me. I know Padmé would. She’s one hell of a spy.”

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that. Been thinking about her some too….” He let out a deep sigh, a sad, mournful exhale filling his chest and making him falter slightly again. “If we find her, someone will have to tell her about Anakin. Probably best she hears it from me.”

I grimaced, the truth of the matter setting in like a stinging bite from a kouhun. “You think he’s dead?” I muttered, so quietly the whirring of our engines firing up could’ve drowned me out.

“If he had made it, he wouldn’t have waited this long to come find me. He doesn’t give up this easily.” He responded, glancing up at the ceiling of our bunk and blinking away a blurred numbness that swept across his features. “Before the chip activated, Ahsoka was trying to tell me something. She…felt something. Something bad happened. And I know I heard her say Anakin’s name. I know I did. It’s all…a jumbled blur in my brain. But…I know I heard her. He must be gone. And telling Padmé is my job. I’m the only one who knows everything.” Rex muttered, running his hands over his face and groaning in frustration.

“She’s going to be…shattered beyond repair.” I said, just as numb and devoid of emotion as Rex, if only to keep the urge to wail in agony at bay. The love of her life is probably dead, my worst fear from a few days ago that I thanked the fucking maker did not have to endure. How do you have that conversation? How do you hold it together?

“We can tell her together. It’s not much but at least it’s from people she knows. Someone they both knew, I guess. You’ll check up on them when we get to the cantina? Let me know what you see. We’ll plan from there. Of course, all of this will have to be put on the back burner if we do find the bad batch boys. I know it’s a lot to juggle.”

“We’ll tackle the challenges as we come to them. Think on our feet. I hear you’re quite good at that, Captain.”

He beamed, his eyes crinkling at my loving praise and recognition of him. He was proud of his service, of his achievements and I wanted to make absolutely certain he knew I noticed. I always noticed. He was impossible to miss and I wished desperately that I wasn’t the only goddamn person in the entire Republic who could see that. In him. Hell in any of them. They were certainly more brave than any government “do-gooders” I knew, all seemingly caring about causes mostly either for show or a paycheck. I didn’t know which was worse anymore. It’s why I didn’t hesitate to up and leave the second my comm flashed in my hands.

The Republic was dead long before they put blasters in clones’ hands. Long before they were grown in sterile labs on a stormy ocean world. The Republic was dead years before I was even born. The second that the insidious Emperor crawled his way into public office, pretending to care about the plights of his people. Pretending to fight for the rights of others on the battlefield of a galaxy-wide open senate floor when all he wanted was to step on the backs of innocent people for power. It’s what they all did at the end of the day.

None of them could stand toe to toe at the brink of death like clones could. No one in the political sphere had a single ounce of the courage and justice coursing through their veins like the man before me did. Not a single Senator fought an opponent with explosions in their ears, blood trickling down busted lips and bruised noses, forcing the gut-wrenching strain of fear into submission all for the galaxy’s benefit. They battled and lost and won and died in pursuit of a freedom they only might someday share. It was selfless, raw and real. Truly for the good of the Republic.

No one gave more of himself than Rex. No one. And he was worth helping. These men deserved the life they fought for. If I could just get him in front of the right people, to hear him speak, tell his story in his own words, from his own perfect heart, they’d see it too.

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The Cantina on Ord Mantell is sleazy to say the least. Filled with murderous bounty hunters looking for a quick buck and thieves ready to steal from whoever they could get their hands on. But it was the perfect hiding place and the only bar around that served a halfway decent beer. Hey it was no 79s.

It was good to be out of the ship with Rex, though the cheap brown cloak he wore didn’t exactly hide the fact that he was broad and hulking compared to almost every creature in this bar. I was better hidden if I did say so myself, slipping on a pair of green cargo pants I’d found in the ship that were covered in grease and definitely used for working on the ship’s mechanics.

Rex gave me a gray t-shirt he’d once worn to play civilian on Onderon years ago and laughed when I protested about how much it smelled like carbon scoring and the manly scent of the clone barracks. Though, that part I secretly didn’t hate. I’d chosen two very sharp looking blasters, one for my holster and another strapped to the inside of my leather utility jacket, which actually was my own. I sold most of my other clothing to get us a few pocket credits and made sure the first thing we spent them on was a good drink. “Beer’s good huh?” I muttered, motioning to the two now empty glasses sitting beside him.

“Yeah. Takes the edge off.” He laughed, swirling a third glass in his hands. Rex could more than handle his alcohol, building an insane tolerance from staying up one too many nights fooling around with his brothers and his General. How professional.

“How nice of you to take me out again.” I joked, sipping my own sparkling blue cocktail.

“Very funny. Intel says the boys have been spotted around here often. Had to come scope it out for myself.” His eyes scanned across the room, brows furrowing in intense laser focus. He was generally like this when he worked, but it had been so long since he was back on any kind of duty that it felt almost foreign. “Take it this place is non-empire..?” I questioned softly, leaning closer to him to keep things private.

“Seems to be. Too many sleemos around looking at us funny to be friendly to the Empire.” He shrugged, looking into his cup.

I missed so many of his brothers I’d gotten close with. I secretly hoped that we’d find any sign of the men we knew here. That maybe the intel we got was good. Suddenly, the doors slid open and a new crowd of people came filtering in from outside.

“Stars this place is a dump.”

Rex and I turned to look at each other wide-eyed, realizing immediately whose voice it was.

Echo.

Lovely, sweet, thoughtful, timid Echo.

Rex threw himself to his feet without a second thought, wading gently through the sea of busy bar patrons. I stood up to follow him. He stalked through the crowd like a tooka on the prowl hunting its prey. I stayed a few paces back, watching his back and making note of anyone who looked vaguely suspicious in our immediate vicinity. Rex’s cloaked head bobbed through a group of gamblers, fighting over rule breaking or something. I pushed past them and finally saw the group of newcomers who entered the bar.

Four clones dressed in all black armor huddled around a few seats at the bar, seemingly waiting for someone else to join them. Echo’s back was turned to us, the cybernetic implant he’d been fixed with blinking slowly. He was taller than I remembered, the cybernetic parts of his legs giving him just a fraction more height. Seeing him in black armor was jarring since every memory I ever had with him was in familiar blue and white. Of course, the implant in his head meant that all his thick, curly dark hair was gone and in its place were sockets where the plugs and wires that sustained him once were.

I didn’t realize until this moment how much I longed to see his face. Watch his eyes twinkle with delight to be amongst friends and his sweet, shy smile light up his whole face like it always did. He was more reserved with me than his brothers, acting as our conscience most of the time. When Fives and Jesse’s flirting went just that one step too far, Echo was there to right the ship always.

I wanted to smother him with a hug and just tell him everything. What Rex and I have been through in the last couple days. How hard I’m working to keep his oldest friend’s heart safe. And to have a drink for his twin. For his brother. For one of my best friends. I don’t even know if he knew the whole story. If Rex even had the heart to tell him. I know I couldn’t.

Immediately to Echo’s right was a massive clone, bigger than I’d ever seen. Must be Wrecker. He was impatiently pounding the table yelling at the smaller, much thinner brother beside him. This clone wore what looked like enhanced spectacles, like those that very rich scholars wore back on Coruscant, his nose buried in a data pad. Tech. I panned past him to a seemingly empty space, only to notice a few tufts of messy blonde hair sticking up between Tech and the last member of this group.

Wait? A Blonde?

The blonde hair belonged to a fresh faced, petite little girl tugging nervously at the hand of the long haired, tattoo faced clone next to her. A girl? She looked quite like the rest of them. Same Kaminoan signature design to her outfit, same cute nose and big, warm brown eyes. Just like the ones I looked at every day. But a girl.

I didn’t know the cloners made girls.

I butted up to Rex’s back, placing my head on his shoulder. “A little girl? I didn’t know-“ I spoke before he interrupted in a low whisper.

“Me neither. What the hell are they doing?” He wondered aloud.

“So that is them?” I inquired, sliding my hand off the weapon concealed in my waist band.

“That’s clone force 99, alright. Them and their- erm- desirable defects. In all their glory.” He muttered, sarcastically chuckling at that last part.

“Huh…so what, being a girl is a defect?” I retorted, elbowing him playfully.

“No,” he laughed, rolling his eyes at me as if to point out that he obviously knew better than that, “No. I’m not sure what her story is. I’ve never seen her before. And they’re missing one.” He drew in a nervous breath, excitement and relief from seeing his brothers alive and well mixed with anxiety. After all, we didn’t know if they truly were deserters, like Rex, or if they were choosing to stay loyal to the Empire. And, worse, we had no idea if they knew enough about their chips to remove them. “Stay close. We gotta be cautious here. I’m not sure what their angle is.” He whispered, kissing my forehead quickly before stepping forward with me in tow.

“Hunter. We-we’ve got company.” The little girl stammered, turning toward where Rex and I stood and immediately drawing herself closer to Hunter’s side. A dark, gruffer voice than even Rex’s huffed out a dangerous grunt.

“Can we help you?”

“That depends.” Rex said, reaching for the hood of his cloak and sweeping it off behind him.

“Rex?” Echo breathed out incredulously, snuffing out the prickle to his edgier brother’s tone. “You’re alive!” Echo lurched forward, hugging Rex tightly.

The stiffness in Rex’s tense shoulders broke as he too let the knowledge that his brother lived sink in. “I’m happy to see you too, Echo.” Rex muttered, patting him on the shoulder. “You have no idea.” The exchange brought tears to my eyes instantly, healing the worry in the pit of my stomach that I’d held onto since I found Rex the sole survivor of all his men and in pain. We’d found the only other person alive who knew him the way I did. This was just what he needed right now. I stepped out of the crowd and stood behind Rex, the tears flowing down my cheeks as Echo looked up and saw another familiar face he recognized instantly, my own.

He grabbed Rex by the shoulder and moved him over slightly, gawking at him in surprise. “….is that…our angel?” He smiled and stars above it was even better than I remembered. Brown eyes crinkled with a happiness that so resembled his twin brother it was almost scary. His face was pale, a result of the imprisonment he was subject to, and thin. Maker knows when his last decent meal was. I made a personal note to make him something special, as he always enjoyed handmade treats. I giggled, tears of joy falling down as I rushed into his arms and held him tight.

“Echo.” I practically sung his name, his left-hand splaying across my back as I buried wet tear-stained cheeks in his shoulder. “I missed you.” I pulled back, studying his face and finding that despite how much they physically altered, he was just exactly as I remembered him, shy smile and all. He wiped my cheek with his gloved fingertips and laughed.

“The Sunshine on Kamino returns.” He replied, glancing at where Rex stood just as misty eyed as me behind us. “She ever know about that nickname, Captain?”

Rex shook his head and smiled, “you poetic little shit.” He regarded folding his arms and hiding his blushing face in one hand.

“He never could stop smiling whenever he came back from calls with you.” Echo laughed, turning around to introduce me to his new family behind him before kneeling down to introduce Omega to us.

The little girl peaked out from where she was hiding at Hunter’s side and stepped closer to us, holding tightly to Echo’s arm for comfort. Which honestly made my heart clutch.

“Rex? Like, Captain Rex? CT-7567?” She muttered quizzically. Rex looked taken aback, not expecting such knowledge to come from such an inconspicuous little thing.

“Y-yeah kid. How’d you know?” He questioned, crouching down to her level to make her more comfortable. She stepped closer to him, reaching delicately small hands out to touch his face.

“I learned about you on Kamino. You’re a Generation One.” She smiled reassuringly, before looking away sadly. “I-I can tell by the lines on your face too. You-you’ve seen a lot.” She murmured, the impressive grin on Rex’s face fading to a painful sigh, averting his eyes from her gaze.

“More than I hope you ever know, kid.” He replied, patting her hand and standing up beside me again. “Smart girl, Hunter. She’s..?” Rex asked the question burning in both of our minds.

“Yes. This is Omega. She’s one of us. We’re protecting our family.” Hunter said fiercely, gripping her shoulder tightly like he was still unsure of our business here.

“As are we.” I replied, nearly as menacingly as him. His dark brows shot up in surprise, not expecting such ferocity to come out of my mouth.

“So you aren’t here to kill us then?” Wrecker asked bluntly.

“No. We came because we heard about other survivors. We wanted to help.” Rex responded, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“You’ve removed your inhibitor chip.” Tech said, as matter of fact and insightful as Omega. Rex’s eyes narrowed as he set his left hand on his blaster pistol.

“You haven’t?” He shot back, the accusatory question alarming both of us instantly. Either they didn’t know or something had gone wrong for them and it hadn’t kicked in yet. Rex stepped back, curling his arm around my hip and drawing his pistol urgently. Echo’s eyes went wide and he stepped forward.

“Hey woah, Rex…they didn’t activate for us. It’s ok. Tech says our defects likely made the chip malfunction. We didn’t...” He assured innocently, immediately surrendering to us.

Tech nodded, raising his hand as if calculating something in his mind. “Correct. It seems our erm- differences made the chip work at least slower than regs. And Echo’s was likely inadvertently removed when the Seppies had him.” He nodded at us. I spoke up, eyeing Wrecker rubbing his temple, like his head was bothering him.

“It starts as headaches…delusions…sickness. Once it’s on, you cannot control yourself.” I ran worried eyes over the large one again, nervousness and guilt rushing into his eyes. Rex caught my drift and took a deep breath, lowering his weapon but still keeping a devastating grip on me.

“You need to take them out. As soon as you can. They could switch on at any time. If you don’t, Omega won’t ever be safe. I don’t want to bury anymore of my brothers.” He finished, bearing into Hunter’s soul with a vicious seriousness and flicking over to where Echo stood blinking in shock.

“I understand, Rex. We already lost one brother to the Empire. I will not let us lose anyone else.” Hunter spoke, his chin raising nobly to convey to Rex how serious he was about doing this.

“Crosshair’s with the Empire?” Rex asked, his eyes darting around the faces of each member of this band of brothers, every face filled with sorrowful regret.

“He…followed his orders. Orders the rest of us refused.” Hunter explained, his dark eyes constantly shifting to survey the room, always on the lookout. “No one tells us what to do, right?” He chuckled darkly, all of them chiming in their agreement, Omega included.

“Where do we start?” Echo asked, stepping back toward us, wanting to be as close to his brother as possible.

“Well, we need to find a functioning med bay. I think I have an idea of where to find one without being discovered.” Rex responded, motioning for the ragtag band of brothers to follow his lead. Before he could take another step, I grabbed his hand, curling myself around his arm and staring up at him expectantly. His concentrated scowl broke as he looked into my eyes, making the boys’ jaws drop in surprise. As if somehow they didn’t piece together who I was to Rex. All except Echo who was well aware of how easily I could melt him with just a single glance.

“Rex, wait…there’s something I want to do first.” I stepped up to the bar and threw a handful of Republic credits on the counter. I caught the attention of the Ithorian bartender and smiled back at Echo and his new family. “I need 6 of your best Corellian whiskey and a Bantha milk for the little one.” The Ithorian nodded and, before long, handed me a tray.

I spun around and handed each one of the boys a drink. “One for each of us and this,” I grabbed the blue milk and held it out for the little starry-eyed girl who had been inching curiously closer to Rex and I the longer we stood with them. “-is for you, Omega. I’m not sure if you’ve ever had one of these, but I’m certainly glad I’m not the only girl here.” I smiled, her face lighting up brighter than shimmering kyber, her little hands accepting the gift excitedly.

“What’s all this for?” Rex asked, searching my face for some idea as to where I was going with this. Without answering, I turned toward where Echo stood, glancing down into a drink he’d ordered a thousand times for the only piece of him that he truly felt like he was missing.

“For Fives.” I declared, tipping my glass forward to clink it against Echo’s. Rex walked over to join us, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder and urging the rest of the crew to follow my lead. I looked around, smiling up at the two men I couldn’t be more grateful had found each other again. And in a way it felt like he was here too, somehow, keeping his brothers alive. I proposed the toast again, our voices ringing out together,

“For Fives.”

~~~

Notes: This got so dirty so fast and when I'm telling you I had to take a walk after....I just feel like Rex truly is desperate for family and he thinks having it this way, out of choice rooted in love instead of by force to fulfill an order, will help him feel healed. oh also yeah the bad batch is here :) surprise :)

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moxanji-real · 14 days ago

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♡ “Forever Yours, Stinky Baby” ♡ (A Moxanji wedding fic)

✎ One Shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Sfw

✎ One Piece fanfic, Oc x Canon/Self insert x Canon

✎ 6.8k words

The day had finally arrived. Sanji sat in the dressing room, adjusting the collar of his pale pink suit for what felt like the hundredth time. A soft sigh escaped him as he stared into the mirror, his blue eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and nerves. He tugged at his tie, ensuring it was perfectly straight, and couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the moments that had brought him here.

It felt like just yesterday that he proposed to Moxie. It had been a magical evening in Wano, the night sky painted with stars, and the soft glow of lanterns reflecting off the gentle ripples of the water. They had taken a romantic boat ride, just the two of them, floating through the picturesque canals of the beautiful country. Sanji had poured his heart out, dropping to one knee to present her with a dazzling diamond ring.

“Moxie, my love,” he had said, his voice trembling with emotion, “will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Her answer had been immediate—a resounding “YES!” that echoed into the night as she leaped into his arms, throwing the boat off balance and sending them both toppling into the water. They’d emerged dripping wet, their elegant kimonos clinging to them as they laughed and held each other close. When they returned to the crew, soaked to the bone and grinning like fools, Moxie’s new ring glittered under the moonlight.

Sanji smiled at the memory as he slicked back his blonde hair in the mirror. He could still hear the cheers of the crew when they’d announced their engagement. Even Zoro, the eternally grumpy swordsman, had given him a rare nod of approval. They’d been through so much together—even surviving Whole Cake Island and the heartbreak it brought—but every trial had only solidified their bond. Sanji knew, now more than ever, that Moxie was his soulmate, and nothing could ever tear them apart again.

He took a deep breath and reached for a cigarette, his nerves getting the better of him. The wedding was happening on Momoiro Island, a place he had very mixed feelings about. Moxie had insisted it was her dream wedding location, and he couldn’t bear to say no to her. The island was vibrant and magical, a true fairy-tale setting that fit Moxie’s vision perfectly—but it also meant dealing with him.

The door burst open with a flamboyant flourish, and Sanji groaned internally.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite candy boy!” Ivankov declared, twirling into the room in an outrageous suit made entirely of flowers. Only Iva could pull off something so audacious.

“What do you want?” Sanji muttered, barely masking his annoyance.

“That’s no way to greet your mentor! And the flower girl of your wedding!” Ivankov retorted, clutching his chest dramatically.

Sanji rolled his eyes, turning back to the mirror to ignore Iva’s antics.

“Anyway,” Iva continued with a mischievous grin, “I just wanted to let you know… a very special guest has arrived for your wedding.”

Before Sanji could even ask who, Iva twirled out of the room, scattering flower petals behind him.

Sanji exhaled a plume of smoke, his curiosity piqued. A moment later, the door creaked open again, and Sanji froze. Standing there, looking as gruff as ever, was Zeff.

The old man’s eyes softened as he looked at Sanji. “You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you, you little brat?”

Sanji stood abruptly, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips. His voice wavered. “You old geezer… I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

Zeff’s expression remained stern, but there was a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he said, limping over with his peg leg. His gaze swept over Sanji’s suit. “Pink suits you.”

Sanji blushed at the unexpected compliment. “Thanks… Dad.”

Zeff stepped closer, adjusting Sanji’s tie with the care of a father seeing his son off. He placed a firm hand on Sanji’s shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “You take care of that girl. She’s a good one.”

“She’s not a girl anymore,” Sanji said with a proud smile. “She’s a woman. And she’s beautiful.”

Zeff chuckled, his gruff demeanor returning. “She’ll always be the girl from Baratie who distracted my best waiter.” He smirked before giving Sanji a playful bonk on the head.

“That hurt, you bastard,” Sanji grumbled, rubbing his head, though he couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on, son,” Zeff said, his tone softer now. “Let’s get you to the aisle.”

Sanji took a final drag of his cigarette, snuffing it out before linking arms with Zeff. As they exited the dressing room, the chatter outside quieted, and all eyes turned to the groom. The whispers of admiration didn’t go unnoticed—especially when they saw Zeff walking beside him.

When they reached the altar, Zeff patted Sanji’s back. “You’ll do great, you little brat. Just don’t screw it up.”

Sanji chuckled, his nerves settling slightly as he watched the groomsmen and bridesmaids make their way down the aisle. Nami looked stunning in a pink dress, Robin elegant in deep purple. Usopp and Brook followed in matching purple suits, while Luffy sported a pink tuxedo and matching hat, grinning ear to ear. The color scheme of pink and purple was vibrant and perfectly fitting for Moxie’s dream wedding.

Zoro took his place beside Sanji, crossing his arms with a scowl. “Can’t wait to see how you screw this up, love cook.”

Sanji scoffed. “I’d rather die than mess this up, moss head.”

“Is that so? Because I bet—”

“Enough!” Nami snapped, glaring at the two of them. “This is Moxie’s special day, and I won’t have you ruining it!”

Sanji instantly melted into heart-eyed adoration. “Of course, Nami-swan~!”

Nami rolled her eyes, while Zoro muttered something under his breath.

Sanji turned his attention back to the ceremony, scanning the lineup. Then he frowned. “Where the hell is Franky?”

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The scene shifted to the bride’s dressing room, where Moxie paced in tight circles. She was a vision of beauty in her wedding gown: a soft pink, mermaid-style dress adorned with delicate flower sequins that shimmered under the light. The off-the-shoulder, sheer purple lace complemented her figure perfectly, adding an ethereal quality to her look. Atop her head sat a floral crown of clovers, with a pink veil cascading down from beneath it, framing her face like a dream. But despite her breathtaking appearance, her movements betrayed her nerves.

“Damn it, I’m so nervous,” she muttered under her breath, her heels clicking against the floor as she continued her restless pacing. Her heart was pounding, not from excitement but from the gnawing fear that something—anything—could go wrong. She loved Sanji more than anything in the world, but the doubts wouldn’t stop whispering in the back of her mind.

A sudden knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts. She spun around, running to open it, and sighed in relief when she saw Franky standing there, his towering frame filling the doorway.

“Thank God you’re here!” she exclaimed, grabbing his mechanical hand and yanking him inside before he could even greet her properly.

“Do you have it?” she asked urgently, her eyes wide and desperate.

Franky chuckled, patting his chest with a proud grin. “Of course! I never leave the Sunny without it!” He opened a compartment in his mechanical chest, and with a flourish, he pulled out a bottle of cola.

Moxie didn’t waste a second. She snatched the bottle out of his hand and started chugging it like her life depended on it.

“Whoa, whoa!” Franky raised an eyebrow, watching in disbelief. “You’re not even gonna savor it? That’s some quality cola, you know!”

Moxie finished the bottle in record time, letting it clatter to the floor as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I needed that,” she panted, already feeling a little calmer.

“Clearly,” Franky said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just downed that at SUPER speed. Impressive, though.”

Moxie collapsed into the chair at her vanity, her hands running through her perfectly styled hair. “I’m so tired…” she confessed, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “I couldn’t sleep at all last night. At first, I thought it was excitement, but nope—just nerves. Pure, unrelenting nerves.” She groaned, rubbing at her eyes. “Do I look awful? Are my eye bags showing? I tried to cover them up with makeup, but I don’t trust myself right now.”

Franky leaned down, inspecting her face like a craftsman evaluating his work. “Nope. Can’t even tell. You’ve got some SUPER makeup skills.”

Moxie smirked, a hint of pride breaking through her stress. “Thanks. If I weren’t a badass pirate, I’d totally consider being a makeup artist,” she joked, half-serious.

The lighthearted moment passed as Franky’s expression grew serious. He crouched to her level, his mechanical hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Alright, Moxie. What’s really going on?” His voice was calm but firm, and his piercing gaze told her there was no getting out of this conversation.

“I’m fine,” she said weakly, trying to wave him off.

Franky didn’t budge. “Don’t give me that crap. I’m your big bro, remember? You can tell me anything. What’s eating at you?”

Moxie sighed, finally meeting his eyes before looking away. She knew she couldn’t lie to Franky, not when he cared so much. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I just… I keep wondering if I deserve this. If I deserve to be Sanji’s wife.”

Franky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, you do! Sanji loves you, and you love him. Why would you think you don’t deserve him?”

“It’s just…” Her voice cracked as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “Sanji’s an angel. He’s perfect—sweet, kind, a complete gentleman. And then there’s me. I’m a broken, messed-up woman who can’t even be left alone for an hour without freaking out. I’m afraid… that the clinginess he finds cute now is gonna get old. What if he gets tired of me?”

Franky sighed deeply, his mechanical hand tightening on her shoulder. “Moxie, you’re your own worst enemy. You wear this mask of confidence, but I see right through it. You’re always tearing yourself down, and honestly? It pisses me off. You’re amazing, quirks and all. Sure, you’ve got your baggage—hell, we all do—but that doesn’t make you any less deserving of love. Sanji knows you, the real you, and he still chose you. That’s gotta mean something.”

Tears welled up in Moxie’s eyes, her voice shaking as she whispered, “I just… I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve the good things in my life. I grew up thinking I was selfish, that I didn’t deserve happiness. And now, with Sanji… It feels too good to be true. Like I’m going to mess it all up somehow.”

Franky’s expression softened, but his voice was resolute. “Listen to me, Moxie. Sanji doesn’t need or want someone ‘perfect.’ He wants you. You’re the woman he fell in love with, the one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. You think he’s perfect, right? Well, guess what? He thinks the same about you. So stop doubting yourself and go marry your Prince Charming. Make that dream of yours come true.”

Moxie stared at him, her tears threatening to spill. Slowly, she wiped her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her veil.

“You’re right,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I need to stop letting these stupid thoughts ruin this for me. I came here to marry my Prince Charming, not to back out like an idiot.” She smiled, small but determined. “I’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”

Franky grinned, giving her a thumbs-up. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, let’s get out there and make this the most SUPER wedding ever.”

Moxie laughed softly, linking her arm with his. Together, they walked out of the dressing room, her nerves easing with every step.

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The scene shifts back to the ceremony, where Sanji stands at the altar, surrounded by friends, family, and crewmates. The air hums with anticipation. Brook, sitting at the orchestra, begins playing the traditional wedding march, his bony fingers gracefully gliding over the keys.

Sanji’s heart races as he hears the first notes of the song. His eyes instinctively snap to the aisle, only to widen in disbelief as Iva strides forward, a whirlwind of drama in his flower-covered suit. He scatters petals with wild, exaggerated flair, laughing to himself.

“Flowers here… flowers there… flowers everywhere!” Iva declares, tossing the petals with theatrical precision.

Sanji twitches, his eyebrow ticking in irritation at Iva’s antics. He mutters under his breath, “Does he have to make everything about him?”

But all irritation melts away the instant he sees her. At the top of the aisle, Moxie appears on Franky’s arm, radiant in a pink flowery dress. The soft light catches the details of her gown, making her seem ethereal. Gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd.

“She’s gorgeous,” someone whispers.

“She’s stunning,” another agrees.

Sanji’s jaw drops, his eyes turning into cartoon hearts as he stares at her. His breath catches in his throat.

From the back, Zeff chuckles, arms crossed. “That idiot finally did something right,” he murmurs, pride evident in his voice.

As Iva takes his place beside Sanji at the altar, he leans in with a mischievous grin. “That dress she’s wearing? I picked it out entirely myself. You’re welcome.” He sashays into place, leaving Sanji to glare daggers at him.

Franky, striding with all the confidence of a shipwright, escorts Moxie down the aisle. Noticing Sanji’s slack-jawed expression, he grins. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he says loudly enough for the whole crowd to hear.

Sanji doesn’t respond—he’s in too deep a trance.

When they reach the altar, Franky gently lets go of Moxie, patting her hand. “You’ve got this, sis,” he whispers before stepping into place with the other groomsmen.

Moxie steps forward, stopping directly in front of Sanji. Behind her veil, she smiles warmly. “I’ve always loved you in pink,” she teases softly, her voice carrying just enough to reach him.

Sanji immediately drops to his knees, overwhelmed by the sight of her. Tears stream from his eyes as he gazes up at her. “You’re so beautiful…” he breathes.

Without warning, he wraps his arms around her legs, nuzzling them affectionately. “I need to kiss you right now,” he declares, locking eyes with her under the veil. “I have to—”

Before he can act on his impulse, Zoro steps in, grabbing Sanji by the collar and yanking him backward. “Wait until the pastor says you can kiss her, you idiot! This is a ceremony, not one of your damn fantasies!”

Sanji flushes crimson, coughing awkwardly as he straightens himself. “Fine, fine… You’re right,” he mumbles, embarrassed. For once, he doesn’t argue. He adjusts his tie and stands upright, trying to compose himself as the officiant steps forward.

The officiant clears his throat, his voice warm and resonant.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the union of Sanji and Moxie in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come together to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have everyone here to join us today. The groom and bride would like to thank their guests for being here and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining lives.”

As the officiant speaks, Sanji and Moxie exchange tender glances. His words blur into the background as they get lost in each other’s eyes. Both of them are fighting the urge to pull the other into their arms and kiss right there and then. But they hold back, determined to respect the ceremony.

The officiant’s next words bring them back to the moment.

“Sanji and Moxie, the sacred vows you make to one another today present you with the opportunity to express your love in your own words. I would at this time invite you to publicly declare your vows.”

Turning to Sanji, the officiant says, “Sanji, you may begin by making your promise to your soon-to-be wife, Moxie.”

Sanji takes a deep, trembling breath, the emotions in his chest almost too much to bear. He steps forward and begins:

“Moxie-moon, my love, my life, my everything. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. Your strength, your beauty, your fiery spirit—you’ve captured my heart and soul. I promise to love you, cherish you, and protect you for the rest of our lives.”

He pauses to wipe away a tear.

“I promise to make you laugh, to hold you when you cry, and to always be your rock, your support. I promise to cook for you, to dance with you, and to love you with every fiber of my being. I promise to stand by your side, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, and I will love you forever and always. I, Sanji Vinsmoke, take you, Moxie, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

His voice cracks as he finishes, his heart overflowing with love and adoration.

Moxie, tearing up, squeezes his hands. She takes a deep breath before launching into her own vows:

“Oh, Sanji… my sweet, handsome Sanji. From the moment I met you at the Baratie, I knew you were the one for me. Your perfect little swirly eyebrows, your dazzling smile, and those beautiful eyes—how could I resist? When I was ready to give up on love, you came into my life like a fairy tale prince. I don’t care how corny it sounds—our love is magic, and I’m so glad it’s real. You’re the best chef in the entire world and now that you’re not sneaking me bites behind Zeff’s back, I get to enjoy your cooking freely—and often. I’m so proud of you, Sanji. You’re strong, talented, and way too handsome for your own good, but somehow, I’m the lucky one who gets to call you mine.”

Moxies voice then cracks out of pure love and happiness. “I can’t wait to marry you, my stinky baby. And thank you, thank you for making my dream of finding love come true.”

Sanji tries to kiss her after hearing her vows, but once again, he’s intercepted—this time by Zeff, who throws a shoe at his head. “OW! What was that for?!” Sanji complains.

“Wait until the officiant says you can kiss her, you idiot!” Zeff scolds.

Sanji grumbles but quickly turns back to Moxie, his anger melting into adoration at the sight of her

The officiant clears his throat awkwardly, trying to bring the ceremony back on track.

“Sanji and Moxie, please face one another and join hands. Under the eyes of God, Sanji, do you take Moxie to be your lawfully wedded wife? By making this commitment, you are joining in the sacred covenant of marriage.”

He pauses, his tone serious. “Do you promise to honor her in love, to be sensitive to her needs, to comfort her in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in her, so long as you both shall live?”

Sanji meets the officiant’s gaze with equal seriousness, then turns to look at Moxie with pure love and devotion in his eyes. “I do,” he says firmly, his voice filled with sincerity.

The officiant nods and turns to Moxie. “Under the eyes of God, Moxie, do you take Sanji to be your lawfully wedded husband? By making this commitment, you are joining in the covenant of marriage.”

“Do you promise to honor him in love, to be sensitive to his needs, to comfort him in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in him, so long as you both shall live?”

Tears well up in Moxie’s eyes as she answers, her voice trembling with emotion. “I do… I do so freaking much!” Overcome, she squeezes Sanji’s hand tightly, her overwhelming love threatening to bubble over. Sanji sniffles and blinks back his own tears as they share an emotional moment.

The officiant smiles gently and continues. “To commemorate this union, you may now exchange rings. The circle formed by each ring symbolizes your eternal love and commitment to one another. Let these rings remind you always of that love, and of the promises you have made here today.”

He addresses Sanji first. “Sanji, please repeat after me as you place the ring on your loved one’s hand: ‘I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”

Sanji nods, his eyes shining with excitement. He takes the ring from the officiant, holding it carefully. “I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” His voice is steady but brimming with emotion as he slips the ring onto Moxie’s finger. His fingers brush hers gently, and he adds softly, “Ah, Moxie-Moon… you’re officially mine now.” A wide grin spreads across his face, radiating pure joy.

The officiant turns to Moxie. “Moxie, please repeat after me: ‘I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”

Moxie repeats the words, her voice sweet but full of playful affection. “I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” She slides the ring onto Sanji’s finger with a teasing smile. “Looks like you’re officially mine too~” Her eyes twinkle as she stares at him, both teasing and sincere.

Sanji chuckles, looking at the ring on his finger. “Ah, Moxie-Moon… You’re right. I’m officially yours now.” He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “I like the sound of that.”

The officiant beams. “By the power vested in me by myself, I now pronounce you, Sanji and Moxie, as husband and wife, lawfully wedded before God.” He grins, moving to the part everyone’s been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride, forever sealing your union!”

Sanji lights up with happiness. “Ah, thank you, pastor!” He cups Moxie’s face in his hands, his touch gentle. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Moxie-Moon. I love you, my wife.” His voice is full of emotion as he continues, “I promise to always cherish and protect you, to always make you happy, and to always love you with every fiber—”

Moxie doesn’t let him finish. Overcome with anticipation, she grabs him and kisses him passionately. Sanji’s initial shock quickly fades as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her back with equal fervor. “Moxie-Moon,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice breathless.

The crowd erupts into applause and cheers. “You go get him, Moxie!” Franky calls out with a laugh. Chopper blushes and hides his face with his hooves. “Oh my… this is very… passionate,” he mutters shyly.

The kiss grows even more heated, and Moxie lifts Sanji effortlessly, prompting him to instinctively wrap his legs around her waist. They continue their intense make-out session as the crowd gasps. Even the officiant turns bright red, averting his eyes. “Ahem… perhaps we should—oh my,” he stammers, thoroughly embarrassed.

Iva smirks mischievously, watching the scene unfold. “Well, well… Looks like we know who’s wearing the pants in this relationship. I see right through you, candy boy,” he says with a knowing grin.

Eventually, Moxie and Sanji pull away from their passionate embrace, both breathless. The crowd is divided between stunned silence and roaring approval. Zeff, Sanji’s old mentor, rubs his eyes and bursts into laughter, muttering something about his boy’s dramatic flair.

The officiant, grateful for the pause, clears his throat and raises his hands. “Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, it is my great honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Vinsmoke!”

The newlyweds turn to face the cheering crowd as their hands remain intertwined. Moxie waves warmly at Jahmike, who grins and gives her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. From across the room, Princess Viola winks playfully and blows Moxie a teasing kiss. Moxie’s cheeks turn pink, but she simply smirks and looks away, choosing instead to focus on her husband. Sanji glances over at Zeff and his former Baratie coworkers, giving them a warm wave. Zeff, clearly holding back tears, rubs his eyes and laughs quietly to himself, pride shining through his usual gruff demeanor.

With the interactions behind them, the world seems to quiet as Moxie and Sanji begin their walk down the aisle. Hand in hand, they move together with perfect harmony, their love radiating in every step. Moxie gazes up at Sanji, her heart swelling with happiness so intense it feels like a dream. Sanji’s eyes never leave hers, his smile soft, filled with unspoken promises. As they walk, he leans closer and whispers, his voice tender, “You’re my dream come true, Moxie-Moon.”

The moment feels timeless, as if it belongs to them alone. With each step, their love shines brighter, lighting the path to the rest of their lives together.

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Time Skip: After the Wedding Ceremony

The guests were now seated, enjoying drinks and lively conversation. Robin stood and gently tapped her glass, signaling for everyone’s attention. She smiled at the newlyweds as she began her toast.

“A toast to the happy couple—Sanji and Moxie. May your love flourish like a fine wine and your days together be as smooth as its finish. And remember, Moxie, if Sanji ever overcooks a dish, there’s always poison in the kitchen to keep him in check,” she added with a sly, dark humor.

The room erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps.

Sanji chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, while Moxie let out a genuine laugh. “Good one, Robin!” Moxie said, lifting her glass of red wine. She took a sip, savoring the taste with a pleased expression.

Sanji leaned closer, his voice soft and flirtatious. “Did I do a good job picking it out? I made sure to choose only the finest wine for the finest lady.”

Moxie set her glass down, her face suddenly serious. “Nah, it tastes like crap.”

Sanji froze, his expression falling into a crestfallen pout. “W-What? Moxie—”

Before he could say more, her lips curled into a teasing smile as she burst into laughter. “Gotcha! I’m just kidding. It’s perfect, Sanji.”

Sanji let out a relieved laugh, holding a hand over his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Moxie-Moon! I might’ve cried if you really hated it.”

At that moment, Zeff approached the table, his burly frame towering over the couple. He gave Sanji a proud look before turning his attention to Moxie. “Well done, Sanji. And you—Moxie, is it? Glad to see this is the woman my idiot eggplant chose to marry.” His eyes twinkled with a hint of humor as he added, “Though maybe I should’ve brought diapers as a wedding gift, considering the whole ‘stinky baby’ thing.”

Sanji’s face turned bright red, and he waved his hands defensively. “It’s just a nickname, old man!”

“I know, I know. Just messing with you, kid.” Zeff chuckled, patting Sanji firmly on the shoulder. Then, he turned to Moxie, his tone softening. “Take care of him, okay? He’s been through a lot, but he’s got a heart of gold. I’m proud of the man he’s become—and the husband he’ll be. You’ve got yourself a good one.”

Moxie smiled warmly and shook Zeff’s hand. “Thank you, Zeff. I promise to take care of him, too.”

Zeff nodded and walked away, leaving the couple be.

Suddenly, the sound of enthusiastic eating caught their attention. Luffy was gorging himself on the wedding feast, fried chicken and seafood pasta scattered haphazardly across the table in front of him.

“Can’t you have manners for once?!” Sanji yelled, his eye twitching in frustration.

“But the food’s soooo good!” Luffy said through a mouthful. “Who made it?”

“Who else?” Sanji puffed his chest out proudly. “I made everything—the food, the cake, every single dish you’ve stuffed your face with!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Moxie said, grabbing Sanji’s arm and pulling him close. She planted a playful kiss on his cheek. “I love my stinky chef’s cooking.”

Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he swooned. “Moxie-Moon!” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his cheek against hers, basking in her affection.

“Uh, Sanji,” Chopper interrupted shyly, approaching the couple. “Not to be rude, but… when are we going to have the cake?”

Before Sanji could respond, Luffy jumped up comically. “Yeah! When’s cake time?!”

Usopp overheard and started a chant. “Cake! Cake! Cake!” Chopper and Luffy eagerly joined in, pumping their fists in the air.

Sanji sighed, slightly annoyed that his moment with Moxie had been interrupted. “Quiet down! We’ll have the cake when Moxie-Moon says so.”

“Actually, now’s the perfect time,” Moxie said with a smile.

Sanji’s mood instantly brightened, and his cartoon hearts returned. “Then cake time it is!”

The couple moved to the elegant white wedding cake, adorned with intricate flower designs and topped with edible figures of themselves. Sanji looked at it proudly. “This,” he said, “is my masterpiece. A rich chocolate cake with layers of hazelnut cream, made with only the finest ingredients. It’s a dessert fit for my queen.”

He handed Moxie the first slice. “You first, my darling wife.”

Moxie grinned as she accepted it. “Only if you insist, my handsome husband.” Their eyes locked lovingly as she took a bite. Her elegant demeanor slipped as she exclaimed, “Holy shit, this is delicious!”

Sanji laughed, only to have Moxie suddenly shove a forkful of cake into his mouth. He looked startled but quickly chewed and swallowed. “Wow,” he said smugly, “I really outdid myself this time.”

Moxie smirked and smeared a bit of frosting on his face.

“Moxie!” he exclaimed, blushing furiously.

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Food fight!” he shouted, rushing toward the cake.

“Absolutely not!” Sanji and Zeff yelled in unison.

Luffy froze, pouting as he trudged back to his seat. “Lame,” he muttered.

Meanwhile, Moxie leaned in and licked some frosting off Sanji’s cheek. His face turned bright red as his nose began to bleed. “Moxie-Moon!” he stammered, his eyes returning to heart shapes.

“What? I like my Sanji face cake,” she teased.

“Oh, Moxie…” Sanji wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, much to the cheers and laughter of their guests.

Eventually, everyone got their slice of cake and settled back down. Moxie watched Sanji animatedly describe the cake’s rich flavors to his old Baratie coworkers, his passion for cooking shining brightly.

Nami approached Moxie from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” she said softly.

Moxie turned to face her, a bit surprised but smiling. “Oh, hey, Nami!”

Nami hesitated for a moment, her usual cool demeanor faltering. “I just wanted to say… I’m really happy for you two. Sanji really needed someone like you in his life. And, well… maybe you needed him too.” Her cheeks turned slightly pink as she quickly added, “Not that I’m getting all sentimental or anything.”

Moxie’s eyes softened as she looked at Nami. “That means a lot, Nami. Thank you.” She grinned and leaned in to pull her into a warm hug. Nami stiffened at first, clearly unused to the display of affection, but then awkwardly patted Moxie on the back.

As they pulled apart, Moxie chuckled. “You know, I used to think you were my competition for Sanji.”

Nami’s eyes widened for a split second before she scoffed dramatically, flipping her hair. “Over my dead body! That perverted cook is all yours. Trust me, I’m not cut out for dealing with him.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be saying that since he’s your husband now.”

Moxie laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Oh, I know he’s a handful. And a total pervert. But…” She turned her gaze toward Sanji, who was animatedly talking with his old Baratie coworkers. His face lit up with passion as he described the layers of the cake, his hands gesturing excitedly. “He’s my pervert. And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

Nami followed her gaze, watching Sanji wave enthusiastically when he noticed Moxie looking at him. His lovestruck grin was as bright as ever.

Nami shook her head with a small smirk. “You two are disgustingly perfect for each other.” She nudged Moxie playfully. “Go on, lovebird. Your stinky chef is waiting.”

Moxie laughed, her cheeks warming. “Thanks, Nami. For everything.”

Without another word, Moxie made her way across the room, weaving between guests. As she approached Sanji, his eyes lit up even more, and he extended a hand toward her. She took it without hesitation, letting him pull her close.

“There you are, my Moxie-Moon,” Sanji said, his voice low and filled with affection.

“Here I am,” Moxie replied, smiling up at him. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Sanji wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Moxie,” he whispered, “you’re my everything.”

The two swayed gently together, lost in their own little world, as the rest of the wedding celebration carried on around them.

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It was nighttime now, and the sounds of lively music filled the air. Soft pink and purple lights illuminated the venue, casting a dreamy glow over the celebration. Everyone was enjoying themselves, drinks flowing and laughter echoing in the night. On the dance floor, Moxie and Brook were having a silly dance-off, twirling and spinning with exaggerated movements. Brook spun her dramatically, and she let out a playful laugh—until she found herself caught by Sanji’s steady hands.

“May I have this dance?” Sanji asked, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers, sparkling with the undeniable love he felt for her.

Moxie’s lips curled into a soft smile as she gazed back at him, her green eyes shimmering. “You may,” she said, placing her hand in his and allowing him to pull her closer.

The music shifted into a slow, romantic melody as Sanji wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle sway. They danced in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and natural as if the world around them had melted away.

“You have the most beautiful green eyes,” Sanji said softly, his voice tender as he stared into them. He’d told her this countless times before, but every time he said it, he meant it more than the last.

Moxie blushed faintly, lowering her gaze for a moment. “You always say that… and yet, you still manage to fluster me every single time.” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at how easily he made her heart flutter.

Sanji gently lifted her chin with his fingers, his touch warm and reassuring. “Don’t look down, mon amour. Let me admire them just a little longer.” His voice was a quiet murmur, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the only woman in the world.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the loud ping of a button flying off Franky’s suit. It hit Usopp square in the eye.

“Oops! My bad, bro—!” Franky said, rushing over to the now-fuming sniper. “Can I get you a nice iced cola for that eye?” He pulled out a cola from his chest compartment and handed it over.

Usopp snatched it with a scowl, pressing the cold can to his face. “This is just great…” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed.

Moxie couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, and Sanji let out a resigned sigh. He was glad she found it funny, but he had really hoped for an uninterrupted moment with her.

Mimi, the ship’s tailor and Franky’s girlfriend, strolled over with a playful smirk. “How many times do I have to fix this for you?” she teased, feigning exasperation as she pulled out a needle and thread from her purse. She began sewing the button back onto his suit while Franky chuckled nervously.

Moxie turned her attention back to Sanji, her laughter fading into a soft smile. She leaned in and gave him an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose gently against his. Sanji��s pout instantly melted into a smile, and he gave her one in return.

“My stinky baby…” she said affectionately, her voice warm and teasing.

“My Moxie-Moon…” he replied, nuzzling his nose against hers.

They continued to dance together under the soft lights, stealing precious moments of intimacy before eventually sneaking away from the crowd. Hand in hand, they wandered to a quiet bench under the starry sky, the twinkling lights above creating the perfect romantic backdrop.

Sanji sighed contentedly, looking up at the heavens. “You know, Moxie… the stars don’t hold a candle to you. You’re the brightest thing in my world.”

Moxie laughed at his earnest attempt at flirting. “You’re so cheesy, baby,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “But I love you for it.”

Sanji smiled, interlocking his fingers with hers. “I’m cheesy for you, mademoiselle,” he murmured, leaning his head gently on top of hers.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the night enveloping them in its quiet embrace, until Moxie broke it. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon in Dressrosa…” she said with a soft sigh, her voice tinged with excitement.

Sanji smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Neither can I, my love. Just don’t blame me if we don’t leave the hotel room for a while…”

Moxie gasped and playfully punched his shoulder. “Pervert!” she scolded, though a teasing grin spread across her face. “But you’re my pervert.” She leaned in and gave his cheek a light bite, causing him to wince slightly.

“That’s right. I’m your perv—hey! I’m a gentleman!” Sanji protested with a pout.

Moxie smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Can’t you be both?” she teased, tilting her head.

Sanji couldn’t help but smile at her, his heart full to bursting. He pulled her into a deep kiss, one hand cupping her cheek as he poured every ounce of love he felt into the gesture. When they pulled apart, he gazed into her eyes with an intensity that made her blush.

“How could I not be a little perverted when I married such a gorgeous fox?” he said, his voice dripping with adoration.

Moxie’s cheeks flushed bright red. Before she could respond, Sanji’s expression turned serious. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter before taking a slow drag. “Franky told me what you said to him earlier…” he began, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Moxie stiffened slightly, caught off guard.

“And I want to make one thing clear,” he continued, his tone low and firm. “You deserve me, Moxie. There’s never been a second where you didn’t. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You’ve given me a happiness I didn’t think was possible.”

Moxie’s eyes filled with tears, her bottom lip trembling. “Sanji…” she whispered, her voice shaking. She flung her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her body.

Sanji’s eyes widened in panic. “You’re going to ruin your makeup!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm.

“To hell with my makeup!” Moxie shot back, looking up at him with mascara streaking down her face. Her voice was filled with raw emotion. “Can’t you just… stop making me love you more than I already thought was possible?”

Before he could respond, she grabbed him and kissed him fiercely, her tears mixing with their kiss. Sanji was momentarily stunned but quickly melted into it, holding her tightly as if she might disappear. When they finally pulled apart, both were left breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s.

“I love you,” they both said at the same time, their voices blending in perfect unison.

They stared at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter.

Moments later, Jinbe appeared, clearing his throat gently. “Ah, Moxie and Sanji, the guests were wondering where the bride and groom disappeared to. I was sent to find you, but I can give you a moment longer if you need it.”

Moxie smiled and stood, brushing off her dress. “Nah, we’re good to head back.” She glanced down at Sanji, extending a hand to him. “What about you, stinky baby?”

Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he grabbed her hand. “Anything for my Moxie-Moon~”

With their fingers interlocked, they followed Jinbe back to the wedding venue, ready to rejoin the celebration. As they walked, the night sky sparkled above them, a perfect reflection of the love they shared.

The end.

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