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T rex designed by my friend evotulto on instagram!
headcanon: Ahsoka takes to calling Rex all sorts of dog names such as Spot, Fido, Good Boy, and Puppy. Rex refuses to respond to those names.
So, I'm rewatching The Clone Wars and.....it is much more depressing the second time around.
"You showed me something today. You're exactly the kind if men I need in the 501st." - Rex ("Rookies")
Hiiiii
I had an idea for a Rex x reader where he's very obviously in love with her and everyone around him can tell but he doesn't want to admit it bc he's afraid she wont feel the same. And its basically just him being completely in love with her and everyone mercilessly teasing him about it.
(and maybe she overhears this teasing and just walks into the conversation like, "you know im in love with you too right?")
I just got this idea into my head and i needed someone to write it ok bye my darling :)
“501st Confidential (Except It’s Not)”
Captain Rex x Reader
You were, in the words of Fives, “the reason Rex turns into an emotionally repressed marshmallow with a death wish.”
The captain of the 501st was an impeccable soldier—composed, sharp, calm under fire. Until you walked into the room.
Then? He forgot how doors worked. Forgot how his voice worked. Forgot how to exist like a functioning adult.
Like this morning.
“Hey, Captain,” you called, brushing past him in the mess. “Sleep okay?”
Rex nearly dropped his tray. “Yeah. I mean—yes. Slept. I slept.”
You gave him a soft little smile. “Good.”
Fives watched the exchange with his spoon frozen in the air, like he’d just witnessed a holo-drama plot twist.
The second you left, Jesse leaned in. “Was that a stroke or a confession?”
“Shut it,” Rex muttered, flustered.
“Come on, Captain Crush,” Kix snorted. “You smiled so hard you got an extra forehead line.”
“I did not,” Rex snapped.
“It twitched,” Echo deadpanned.
“Just admit it,” Fives drawled, draping himself across the table. “You’re in love with her.”
Rex didn’t answer, which—by 501st standards—was practically a marriage proposal.
“Oh no,” Jesse whispered. “He’s so far gone. He’s at the ‘she smiled at me and I heard music’ phase.”
Rex ran a hand down his face. “I hate all of you.”
“Affectionately,” Echo added.
⸻
Later, in the hangar, the teasing reached critical mass.
Rex was checking the gunships. He thought he was alone.
He was wrong.
“Y’know,” came Fives’ voice from behind him, “the last time you stared at someone that long, you were planning a tactical assault.”
“I wasn’t staring.”
“Oh? My bad. Meditating on the meaning of her eyes, then?”
Jesse joined them, arms crossed. “Pretty sure he’s composing poetry in his head.”
“I don’t write poetry,” Rex grumbled.
“Then what’s this?” Fives produced a crumpled piece of flimsi. “‘Her voice is like a thermal detonator to my self-control—’”
Rex lunged for it. “Give me that—!”
“—detonating everything in me but discipline. Wow. Wow.”
“I will demote you.”
Fives grinned. “You’d have to catch me first—”
“What’s going on here?” Anakin’s voice cut in as he strolled over, arms folded, suspicious.
“Captain’s in love,” Jesse reported instantly.
“Painfully,” Echo added helpfully.
“Unprofessionally,” Kix muttered as he passed, shaking his head.
Anakin raised a brow at Rex. “Really?”
Rex, red-faced, said, “It’s nothing. They’re being ridiculous.”
“You know you’re terrible at hiding it, right?” Anakin said, half-laughing.
Fives leaned over like he’d been waiting for this. “Oh, and you’re one to talk?”
The group roared.
Rex folded his arms, finally smiling. “Took you long enough.”
“Yeah,” Jesse added. “We’ve got bets on how long before you and Senator Secret Marriage finally kiss in front of Obi-Wan.”
“I will write all of you up,” Anakin threatened weakly.
“Sure, General,” Fives smirked. “You can fill out the paperwork on your next secret rendezvous.”
Anakin muttered something under his breath and stormed off. Echo saluted his retreating back. “True love never hides well.”
Unbeknownst to them all, you had heard every word.
You had paused just behind the stacks of crates when you heard your name—and then just… stood there, eyes wide, heart pounding, as your entire crush was dissected and laid bare by a group of very loud, very meddling clone troopers.
You waited until Rex tried to escape the roasting.
And then you stepped into view.
“…Hey,” you said sweetly.
Six heads whipped around. Fives looked like he was about to choke.
“(Y/N),” Rex breathed, stunned.
“Just dropping off the new tactical rotation schedules.” You held up a datapad, then let your eyes drift casually toward Rex. “But, uh… I heard a very interesting conversation.”
Fives whispered, “Oh no.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You boys gossip more than the Senators.”
Rex looked like he might pass out. “I—we didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay.” You walked toward him, stopping just close enough to see the panic in his eyes soften into something gentler.
“I just figured I should say something before one of them exploded from holding it in.”
“Say what?” Rex asked, barely above a whisper.
You reached out, tugging lightly at the edge of his kama. “That I’m in love with you, too.”
The silence was immediate.
Then chaos.
“WHOOO—”
Fives dropped to the floor like he’d been sniped.
Jesse started clapping. “About time!”
“I am a trained medic,” Kix muttered, pointing at Rex. “And even I don’t know if his heart can take this.”
Rex was frozen, then slowly—so slowly—his expression melted into the softest smile you’d ever seen.
“…Really?” he asked.
You nodded, brushing your fingers against his gloved hand. “Really.”
He glanced at the others. “Do we… have to have this moment with them here?”
“Yes,” Fives said, still on the floor. “Yes, you do.”
You grinned, lacing your fingers with Rex’s. “Well, Captain? What do we do now?”
Rex looked at you like you were the first sunrise he’d ever seen.
“…I’m going to take you to get caf. And not drop my tray this time.”
And with your hand in his, he turned to the squad—flushed, proud, and finally not hiding anything.
Jesse saluted with two fingers. “Permission to say ’called it’?”
“No.”
“Denied,” Fives chimed. “We’re saying it anyway.”
“War on Two Fronts” pt.8 (Final Part)
Captain Rex x Reader x Commander Bacara
The cantina had never felt so alive.
Over the last several weeks, she had joined the Bad Batch on a few of Cid’s more difficult jobs. Recovery runs, extractions, a few tight infiltration missions—each one forging a subtle bond between them. She and Hunter found common ground in silent understanding, Wrecker made her laugh despite herself, and even Tech, with his logic and curiosity, had started asking her opinion more often than not.
Cid still didn’t know her full story. The Trandoshan just assumed she was another burned-out merc who’d gone to ground after the war, hiding her past in the quiet monotony of bar work. And that suited the her just fine. The fewer people who knew, the safer everyone was.
But on one mission—one where they’d helped two bold sisters named Rafa and Trace Martez—she’d felt it again. That familiar pull in the Force, that reminder of what she used to be. Rafa had seen it too, maybe not for what it was, but she’d looked at her like someone who knew the fight wasn’t over yet. Trace had even asked if they’d ever met before.
She had only shaken her head. “Not in this lifetime.”
Now, back at Cid’s, sweaty and aching and dusty from another run, the Batch filed in ahead of her. Her boots dragged slightly, exhaustion settling in her bones like old echoes. She was about to hang her blaster at the rack when her breath caught—sharp, immediate, deep.
She felt him before she saw him.
The Force surged like a wave just under her skin. A presence wrapped in memory and loyalty and grief. Her head snapped up.
Standing in the corner of Cid’s parlor, talking low with Hunter, was Captain Rex.
He hadn’t changed much—still clad in familiar white and blue armor, cloak drawn over one shoulder, a little more wear on his face, a little more heaviness behind his eyes. His gaze was sharp as ever.
And then his eyes locked with hers.
The world fell away.
She didn’t breathe. Neither did he.
“Rex?” she said, barely a whisper.
Cid squinted at her. “Wait—you two know each other?”
Neither answered.
“Holy kriff,” Wrecker muttered.
The room fell into silence. Even Tech looked up from his scanner, blinking rapidly.
She took a step forward, heart in her throat. He took one too.
“…You’re alive,” Rex finally said.
“So are you,” she whispered back.
Rex’s voice broke just slightly. “I thought I lost you on Mygeeto.”
She wanted to say a thousand things. She wanted to cry. Or maybe scream. Instead, she smiled—tight and aching.
“You almost did.”
“You were reported dead,” Rex said, his voice lower now, almost reverent. “The logs said your ship was shot down before it cleared Mygeeto’s atmosphere. That you never made it off-world.”
She blinked, her mouth parting as if to speak, but nothing came at first. Her throat tightened.
“No,” she said finally. “That… never happened. I made it out clean. No damage. No one even fired at my ship.”
Rex stared at her, confusion shadowing his face. “That doesn’t make sense. That kind of discrepancy… someone altered the report.”
Her heart began to pound harder now, a slow, rising pressure like air being sucked out of the room.
A beat passed.
“…Bacara,” she said aloud, but not to Rex—more like to herself. The name slipped out like a bitter taste on her tongue.
It didn’t make sense. And yet, it did. The moment on the battlefield, when his blaster had locked on her with terrifying precision—then hesitated. Just for a breath. And she had felt something underneath the chip-induced obedience. A pause. A struggle.
And then the fake report.
Did he lie? The thought whispered through her like a crack of light through stormclouds. Did he lie to protect me?
But the thought was gone as quickly as it came—burned out by the searing heat of Rex’s presence.
“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered, shaking it off, forcing herself back to the now. “I survived. That’s what matters.”
Rex wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was looking past her, to the others.
To the rest of the Batch.
His body tensed, like a wire pulled too tight.
“…You haven’t removed your chips,” Rex said suddenly, voice sharp and cold as a vibroblade.
The Bad Batch stilled.
“What?” Echo stepped forward. “Rex—”
“I said,” Rex growled, stepping into the middle of the group, “you haven’t removed your inhibitor chips. After everything we’ve seen—after what happened to her—you’re still walking around with those things in your heads?”
“We haven’t had an episode,” Tech offered calmly. “We believe our mutation suppresses its effectiveness.”
Rex’s hand hovered near his blaster now.
“Belief isn’t good enough. You’re a threat to her.”
The reader stepped between them, her heart in her throat.
“Rex—”
“No,” he said, not to her, but about her. “She barely survived the last time a squad turned on her. You really want to gamble her life again?”
Hunter met Rex’s fury head-on, calm but firm. “We’re not your enemy.”
“Not yet,” Rex snapped. “But I’ve seen what those chips do. I felt it tear my mind apart. You think just because you haven’t activated, it won’t happen? You don’t get to risk her.”
The reader put a hand on his chest, stopping him, grounding him.
“I can take care of myself,” she said quietly. “They’ve had plenty of chances. And they haven’t.”
But Rex’s gaze didn’t soften. Not yet.
“I lost everything,” he said, finally looking at her again. “Don’t ask me to stand by and watch it happen again. Not to you.”
⸻
The makeshift medbay in the old star cruiser felt colder than the cantina ever had. The surgical pod hissed softly as Tech monitored the vitals, his face pale in the glow of the console.
Wrecker sat on the edge of the table, visibly uneasy.
“I really don’t like this, guys,” he muttered, voice strained. “This doesn’t feel right.”
Hunter stepped forward, voice calm. “You’ll be okay. We’ve all done it now, Wreck. You’re the last one.”
The reader stood to the side, hands clasped tightly. She had helped on this mission, grown close to them over the weeks. The thought of any of them hurting her—or Omega—was almost impossible. But she’d seen what the chip could do. She had lived it.
“You trust me, don’t you?” Omega asked softly, standing near Wrecker’s knee.
Wrecker gave her a pained smile. “’Course I do, kid.”
She left his side reluctantly as Tech activated the procedure.
Then it began.
Sparks of pain registered on the screen—neural surges, error readings. Wrecker groaned, clutching his head.
The reader’s breath hitched.
“Tech?” Echo stepped forward. “That’s not normal—”
Wrecker’s growl cut through the room. His hands gripped the edges of the table until they bent under his strength.
He lunged.
Tech hit the emergency release—but too late. Wrecker was up, snarling, wild-eyed.
“You’re all traitors!” he shouted.
Hunter shoved Omega behind him. “Wrecker, fight it!”
“In violation of Order 66!” he bellowed, locking eyes with the reader.
She barely had time to ignite her saber as he charged.
They clashed hard—fist to blade. Sparks flew. Her heart pounded. He was trying to kill her.
He wasn’t Wrecker anymore.
“You don’t want to do this!” she cried, dodging as he smashed a console.
Echo and Hunter tried to flank him, but he threw them aside effortlessly. He moved toward Omega next—drawn to the Jedi-adjacent signature she carried.
“No!” the reader screamed, hurling him back with the Force.
That dazed him just long enough for Tech to line up the stun shot—two bursts of blue light—and Wrecker dropped to the ground, unconscious.
The silence afterward felt deafening.
Omega rushed into the reader’s arms, trembling.
“I-It wasn’t him,” she whispered. “That wasn’t Wrecker…”
The reader just held her tightly, blinking away her own tears.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.”
The cruiser’s medbay was quiet again, the hum of the equipment the only sound as Wrecker stirred.
He groaned, eyes fluttering open, then blinked blearily at the harsh lighting above. The reader stood near the far wall, arms crossed, eyes guarded. Omega was asleep in a nearby chair, curled up beneath a blanket.
Wrecker sat up slowly, then immediately winced. “Urgh… what happened?”
Hunter leaned forward, cautious. “You don’t remember?”
Wrecker rubbed his temple. “Just… pain. Then nothing.”
Tech stood near the console. “Your inhibitor chip activated. We had to stun you to prevent serious harm.”
Wrecker glanced around, gaze slowly landing on the reader. His heart dropped.
“I—I hurt you, didn’t I?” he rasped.
She didn’t speak at first. Her jaw was tight, her knuckles white where they gripped her sleeves.
“You tried to kill me,” she said quietly. “Tried to kill Omega.”
Wrecker’s shoulders slumped, devastated.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, barely able to get the words out. “I couldn’t stop it… I wasn’t me. I’d never hurt you. Or her.”
The reader finally stepped closer. “I know,” she said. “It wasn’t you. It was the chip.”
“But it was me,” Wrecker insisted. “It was my hands. My voice. I said those things…”
Omega stirred then, blinking awake. She saw Wrecker sitting up and scrambled over, hugging him fiercely before anyone could stop her.
He held her gently, cradling her as if she were made of glass. His voice cracked when he whispered, “I’m sorry, kid.”
“I forgive you,” she murmured.
The room went still.
The reader watched them, throat tight. The bruises on her arms still throbbed. But the sincerity in Wrecker’s voice, the pain in his eyes—it reached something inside her.
She gave a small nod. “So do I.”
Wrecker looked up, eyes glassy. “Really?”
She stepped closer, touching his shoulder. “You were the last one with that thing in your head. It’s over now. You’re still Wrecker.”
He exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath for days.
Echo gave him a nod. “You’re one of us. Always.”
Tech cleared his throat. “Now that we’re all… unchipped, we can begin operating more freely. No more sudden execution protocols.”
Hunter placed a hand on Wrecker’s arm. “We move forward together.”
Wrecker nodded slowly, and Omega curled back up beside him, calmer now.
The reader stepped back, quietly observing them.
Something had changed in her too. Watching them risk everything for one another, seeing how hard they fought to stay together, to be together—it stirred something she hadn’t let herself feel in a long time:
Hope.
⸻
Ord Mantell’s night air was thick with the scent of dust and ion fuel, the stars low and heavy above the cluttered skyline.
She stood alone on the overlook behind Cid’s parlor, arms folded against the breeze, her lightsaber weighing heavy at her side. It was the first time she’d clipped it there in months.
She didn’t flinch when Rex approached. She felt him before she heard him.
“You sure?” he asked, stopping beside her.
She nodded, slow. “Yeah.”
They stood in silence for a long time. The clatter of cantina noise bled faintly through the walls. Somewhere below, Wrecker was likely teaching Omega how to throw a punch without breaking her wrist. Echo would be reading. Hunter brooding. Tech lecturing some poor soul who made the mistake of asking a question.
They’d become a strange sort of family. And that made this harder.
“I’m not running,” she finally said. “Not from them. But I can’t keep hiding in a bar like the war never happened.”
“You don’t owe anyone an explanation,” Rex said quietly.
She turned to look at him, really look at him—his expression weary, but his posture still sharp. There was always weight behind his gaze, but now it was heavier. Lonelier. She recognized it. She felt it too.
“I think I owe them a goodbye,” she said.
⸻
Inside, the Batch were gathered around the table. She stood before them, her saber now visibly clipped to her hip.
They all turned. Omega was the first to speak. “You’re leaving?”
“I am,” she said. Her voice didn’t shake. “With Rex.”
A beat of silence.
Hunter stood. “You’re sure?”
She nodded. “You all gave me something I didn’t realize I needed. But I can’t stay here while there’s still a fight out there.”
Tech removed his goggles briefly, nodding with rare sincerity. “You’ve always been capable. I suspected it the moment I saw you cleaning barstools like you’d rather stab someone.”
That earned a faint laugh, even from her.
Wrecker stepped forward, wrapping her in a careful, crushing hug. “Just don’t get shot or anything.”
“I’ll try not to,” she muttered into his chestplate.
Echo approached last, meeting her gaze with quiet understanding. “Stay safe. And if you ever need us—”
“I’ll find you,” she said. “I promise.”
Omega flung herself into her arms, teary-eyed but brave. “Will you visit?”
“If I can,” she whispered. “I’ll try.”
⸻
Outside again, Rex waited by the speeder. She joined him in silence, the saber at her hip now humming softly against her side.
“You ready?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “But I’m going anyway.”
Rex smirked faintly. “Good answer.”
They mounted the speeder, and as it took off into the dark, she didn’t look back.
Not because she didn’t care.
But because it hurt too much.
And because the future waited.
⸻
*Time Skip*
The AT-TE creaked in the dry wind, its repurposed hull groaning like an old man settling into bed. Panels of mismatched metal were welded over the gaps, creating a patchwork home that had weathered years of storms, dust, and silence. A line of vapor-trapped cables ran down from a salvaged power generator, and the front cannon had long since been converted into a lookout perch—with an old caf pot hanging just beneath it.
Out here on Seelos, nothing moved fast—except time.
She sat alone atop the forward deck, legs dangling over the edge, her lightsaber in a locked case at her feet. She hadn’t opened it in years. Some days she forgot it was even there. Other days, her hand would rest on it unconsciously, like a phantom limb that still itched.
Behind her, laughter echoed from inside—Gregor’s wild cackle, Wolffe grumbling that something in the stew “smelled too fresh,” and Rex… softer now, slower in his step, but still unmistakably him.
He didn’t wear armor anymore. Not really. The old pauldrons were used as patch plates on the AT-TE, and his helmet rested on a shelf with a layer of dust thick enough to write in. His hair was white now, and his back bent a little more with each passing year. She could see the toll the war had taken on his body—clones weren’t built for longevity. But his eyes? Those still held that sharp, earnest fire when he looked at her.
They had made a quiet life together. A small garden. A stripped-down comm dish for the occasional transmission. She cooked. He read. Some mornings they sat in silence with caf, the sun rising red over the Seelos horizon like blood on sand.
And yet, there were moments—when the wind howled just so, or when night came too quiet—when her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
To him.
To Bacara.
She hadn’t seen him since Mygeeto. Since she watched him gun down Master Mundi without hesitation—since he turned on her with no emotion at all, like a stranger wearing a familiar face. But sometimes, she wondered. He’d lied in his report. She was sure of it. He said her ship was shot down before it breached the atmosphere… but it wasn’t. He let her go.
Why?
And where was he now?
Did he ever think about her? Did the chip ever break like it did in Rex? Or did he die a soldier, still bound to the Empire? Still hunting Jedi in the shadows of a life that used to mean more?
She shook the thought away.
She had Rex.
And this peace… this was real.
The perimeter alarm chirped—one long tone, then two short. A ship. Small. Civilian or rebel-modified. Old programming still made her spine go rigid.
She stood, heart steady but alert, as the vessel descended into view. The dust curled beneath it, kicking up into the dusk-lit sky.
By the time it touched down, she was already at the foot of the AT-TE, hand hovering instinctively near the saber case tucked behind the front hatch.
Then the ramp lowered.
She felt it.
The Force.
Before they even stepped out.
Two Jedi.
A Mandalorian.
And a Lasat.
Ezra Bridger emerged first, cautious and respectful. Sabine Wren followed, helmet in hand, and Zeb let out a low grunt of approval at the sight of the old war walker.
And then him.
The Jedi.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Not because he was a stranger.
Because he wasn’t.
Caleb Dume.
He didn’t look the same—not exactly. Older now, guarded. His hair longer, beard fuller, movements tighter like someone who had lived on the edge too long.
But she knew those eyes.
“Kanan Jarrus,” he introduced himself, stepping forward.
She didn’t return the greeting immediately. Her voice was quiet. “I knew you as Caleb.”
He stiffened, face unreadable. The others exchanged a glance. The Lasat’s hand twitched near his weapon, but Hera gently put a hand on his arm.
Kanan didn’t deny it. “Then you’re…?”
“I was with Master Mace Windus second padawan,” she said. “I remember you at the Temple. You were small. Loud. You used to sneak into the archives to look at holos of war reports.”
His expression softened. “That sounds like me.”
“You survived.”
“So did you.”
They stood in silence for a moment. The past stretched like a shadow between them.
Ezra finally stepped in. “Do the numbers CT-7567 mean anything to you? Ashoka Tano said he might help us establish a network… fight back against the Empire.”
Behind her, footsteps thudded—Rex stepping out of the AT-TE, wiping his hands with a rag, eyebrows raised as he spotted the group.
“Told ya they’d find us eventually,” Gregor called from the hatch, cheerful as ever.
The reader didn’t take her eyes off Kanan.
He was studying Rex, but his focus kept flicking back to her.
She could feel the tension like a storm behind his eyes. The chip. Order 66. Old scars. Unspoken pain.
She understood. But this wasn’t about the past anymore.
This was the beginning of something new.
A new hope.
⸻
Previous Chapter
I keep reading Obi-Wan time-travel fics (post-66 to pre-Naboo) and just… wanting Rex and Ahsoka to show up like ‘yes we followed Maul through the anomaly on Tatooine and we know for sure nobody else went through but also… we lost Maul’ and then the two acting INCREDIBLY suspicious but in ways that entirely validate “Ben” being The Weird Fucker He Is
And also they keep referencing future!Anakin as Ahsoka’s “brother” and state that “Fulcrum” was Ben’s second padawan because the timing doesn’t really work out unless you know about the war. Her training was basically split by them anyway, it’s not that big of a stretch.
There’s a handful of fics where people are like “So are you like… married or adoptive siblings or…” and they’re just like “family, where they go, I go” and then never elaborate I just really like the “two halves of a whole idiot black ops specialist” vibe they have
Also I keep imagining that, since Ahsoka doesn’t want to steal her future/baby self’s name depending on the AU, she takes on Fulcrum as an actual name, and then she and Rex use either Torrent or Jaig as a surname, though I’ve been told that she went by “Ashla” a few times and I do in fact vibe with that.
Also I like fics (or at least I imagine fics) where they refuse to refer to each other as anything other than Captain and Commander until they can trust people. Not even fake names, just ranks, in part because Intimidation.
Also I just really like the idea of teen Obi-Wan and all his Padawan friends having just. Hero Crush on Ahsoka, because she’s only a few years older, sure, but she’s a total badass and probably a shadow and she’s showing off in the salles! And then Ben is like “Uhhhhh she doesn’t consider herself a Jedi, even though a Jedi taught her, she’s technically a Rogue Force User but don’t worry, she’s a good one”
People: Would you ever consider rejoining the order? Ahsoka: I’ve got work to do in the Outer Rim and I can’t be held back by bureaucracy, so it’s just gonna be me and the Captain until I decide otherwise.
And then she swings back around and rejoins just in time to snatch up bb Anakin for a Padawan
Jedi: Why does Ben drive his padawan so hard? Ahsoka: [shows up and jokes about the number of times their war experiences had resulted in horrifying injuries] Jedi: …oh.
It’s not paranoia if you’ve already experienced it dozens of times!
Ahsoka dodging around mentioning Maul by name by saying “Your first Sith Lord” Ben and Rex: Ah, that fucker. The Disowned Dark Apprentice. All the Jedi around them: ??!?!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!? How many claims-to-be-Sith did you fight????!?!?!?!?!?!??!
Jedi: How did Ben teach you? Ahsoka, brightly: Trial by fire! Jedi: Like– Ahsoka: Yeah, no, it was active warzones, but in his defense, we really didn’t have a choice.
At any rate, I want post-Empire Ahsoka&Rex&Obi-Wan time travel that’s just. So concerning to everyone pre-TCW.
ahsoka photobombing rex and cody
old old piece i never finished that i started when i heard clone wars was returning! i think i meant obi and anakin to be in it too but alas
I have a lot of feelings about the kenobi-skywalker-tano family and their daily interactions like
you can’t tell me that at one point anakin and ahsoka didn’t grow bored during a mission and started debating among themselves who’s obi-wan’s favourite and the arguments are getting more and more ridiculous like ‘yesterday he patted me on the shoulder absently so obviously he unconsciously prefers me’ ‘excuse you I’m his only padawan and I’m pretty sure he almost laughed at one of my jokes about windu’s butt 4 years ago’
and obi-wan is sitting right next to them
of course at one point he feels the need to stop all of this nonsense with ‘this debate is ridiculous and unworthy of jedi. Ahsoka made me a cup of tea this morning so of course she’s my favourite right now.’
the level of betrayal on anakin’s face can only be compared to the level of glee on ahsoka’s face
but the worst is when ahsoka is away on a mission by herself and anakin can’t help worrying, even when rex tries to make him feel better: ‘she’s going to be fine sir, we need to trust her. I mean, she is general kenobi’s favourite after all’
anakin stays outraged and gasping and only whispers ‘et tu, brute?’ every time he sees rex for the next three days
Rex: When I first met Anakin, I thought to myself, ‘when the war is over, he’s the Order’s problem again’.
Cody: Oh? What happened then?
Rex: *holding back tears* I don’t know! Sometimes I wake up and he’s going through my fridge and asking why I don’t keep his brand of ‘Padme approved’ organic gummy snacks around and I have to tell him it’s because he doesn’t live here and also Ahsoka ate them all and he’s all ‘the babies are very chatty rn and they repeat everything they hear and I said fuck last week so now I’m avoiding home cause as soon as Padme looks at me she’s gonna know where they learned that word’ and then Ahsoka, who I didn’t even know was THERE, pops up from the couch all ‘I thought I taught them that one!’ And I’m standing there in my sweat pants and wondering why I have to deal with this and then they look at me with these big ol’ dumb puppy eyes and I melt every time, I stg I can’t get rid of them help me!
Cody: …*gently pats Rex’s back* Bro… the only way to stop this… is to just move in with them. See, Obi-Wan can’t pull this shit on me, because I expect him to be there.
Rex: That’s different, you and Obi-Wan are Jedi married.
Cody: Hmm, if you think I knew we were dating before last week, then you’re sorely mistaken. I thought he was just a really clingy roommate I liked to fuck sometimes.
Rex: …how did this flip so you’re the disaster so fast and not me?
Cody: *shrugs* I just assume you come to me to feel better about yourself because you’re not /that/ bad compared to me.
