Rexwalker

so for floralskin I have a prompt. palps doesn’t realize that Ani has already found his soulmate so he thinks that Ani is all hung up on Padme still. So he casually mentions that there might be a way to link their souls through a force bond that would make them soul mates and override whoever her soul mate really is. so it harkens to the opera scene where he is all like «that is not something Jedi can do» but he doesn’t realize that the interest that Ani is feeling is really horror at the idea.

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Pulling his soulmate with him, holding onto the others hand, Anakin felt his heart throb with panic as he almost ran out of the theater he had been invited to.

He wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere but where the Chancellor was, desperately stuffing his wild panic behind his shields along with his fear and anger as he clung to Rex hand, pulling his soulmate with him.

Rex didn’t even try to stop him, though he was sending a soothing, worried emotion through their bond, the other blond recognizing that Anakin needed to be away and therefore waiting to question the other man.

Finally though, in the darkened parking hall where Anakin had stashed the skycar earlier, Anakin slowed to a stop, shuddering before he turned and pulled Rex to him, pulling the helmet off with with the Force.

Rex might have had something to say about that, if it wasn’t for the desperate look on Anakin’s face as he reached up with his flesh hand and started gently rubbing the flowers mimicking the scar on Anakin’s own face.

Recognizing the desperation, Rex leaned into the touch, settling his hands on Anakin’s waist so he could rub slowly with his thumbs in the V of the others hips, murmuring quiet, reassuring words.

Shuddering, Anakin let out a little hiccup before burrowing forward and pressing Rex under his chin, holding onto the other tightly as he nosed at Rex short shaven blond hair. “…Cyare?” Rex whispered into the others throat.

“No one’s taking you away from me, I won’t let them. They can’t, our souls fit together.” Anakin whimpered out, Rex blinking heavily as he shifted his hands to the others back and started rubbing, both bemused and concerned.

What in the world had happened with the Chancellor?

They were suppose to be watching some kind of weird play, a charity thing for the Senators to pretend they cared about clones that Senator Amidala had managed to talk a troupe of actors into with actual vode appearing in the play, giving their own spin on old, classical warrior roles.

So why was Anakin…

Didn’t matter, at least not right now, right now Anakin needed reassurance and Rex focused on that, knowing that Anakin needed to feel him as he continued rubbing, cooing quietly in comfort. “You’re right, our souls fit together. I carry your flowers and you carry mine,” He assured quietly. “Cuun manda slanar tome.” Rex whispered tenderly, smiling when Anakin instantly eased his tight grip just enough to peer down.

Swallowing thickly, blue, slightly wet eyes peered at him. “That’s… mando’a… right?” He questioned quietly. Anakin was good with languages but only the ones he had learned when he was young, having a harder time picking up on new languages as an adult.

Thankfully, huttese were similar enough to rodian and aqualish, meaning it was easier to learn those when he had tried.

Rex tugged off a glove on one hand and reached up, cupping Anakin’s cheek. “It is. It means, our souls go together. So even should one of us fall, ee are simply marching before each other, but our souls are still entwined, still together even in death. Even vode know that.” He rubbed gently.

Nuzzling the hand, feeling the blaster calluses against his skin, Anakin let out a low noise and pressed a kiss to the inside of the others palm. “Don’t say that. Even vode, don’t put yourself down like that…” He mumbled, hands now tracing the blooms of Rex face with more affection and less desperation.

Rex just shrugged. “Some will always see us as simply ‘clones’. But I know you don’t. I can feel you, my dearest tranyc jetii.” Rex reverently ran his thumb beneath Anakin’s eye, trying not to feel flustered when Anakin pressed another kiss to his palm.

“Tranyc?” Anakin questioned quietly, now calmer as he made a mental note to talk to Obi-Wan, get his opinion before he spoke with the council.

“It quite literally means star-burned…” Rex face turned mischievous. “Or sunny. My sunny Jedi.” He teased gently, grinning when Anakin’s cheek pinked slightly.

Despite the teasing name, Anakin smiled, drawing Rex towards the skycar as he took the helmet out of the air, handing it back Rex. “Tease…”

“Only for you. Just for you ner jetii.” Rex countered quietly, tucking his helmet beneath his arm as he followed.

I love your works! If you’re taking asks, could you write some Rexwalker, maybe after Salukemi or that Jedi Crash episode?

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The hero with no fear is one giant sham.

Really, Anakin has no idea who came up with that name for him and he’d like to have a talk with the person, just a little talk… in a dark room with no video surveillance.

Obi-Wan’s nickname of the Negotiator fits much better, Obi-Wan can negotiate his way out of an execution and get the crown jewels of a planet!

But Anakin has fears, many.

And most of them centers around the people he cares for, loves.

He fears Ahsoka not becoming a knight as she wants to be.

He fears Obi-Wan shunning him.

He fears having either comm him with tears in their eyes as they finally have a breakdown because of this hellish war.

He fears losing the respect he has managed to get from the council if not their trust.

He fears becoming an outcast among the Jedi.

And most of all… he fears loosing the people he loves.

Which is why Anakin is in the barracks at this moment with his heart in his throat, tearing past troopers as he has one goal in mind.

Finding Rex.

Because Rex had been shot.

His Rex, Rex who had cupped Anakin’s face and pulled him down into a kiss, Rex who laughed into their kisses and rubbed their noses together on cold nights. Rex, who would practically purr when Anakin rubbed his fingers through the short scruff of his blond hair.

Rex, who Anakin knew he loved, which was why he shot into the medbay with his eyes searching around until they landed on his lover.

The shorter man was standing in front of Kix, a little slumped and sans his armor, his skin tinged with a grayish color compared to the healthy tan.

But alive.

Beautifully, wonderfully alive and there, right in front of Anakin as both troopers turned at the sound of the door.

Rex face lit up with a smile the moment he saw Anakin, opening his mouth to greet him and Anakin couldn’t have stopped himself if so the entire council was in the room.

He jumped forward and wrapped his captain in a hug, pressing a desperate kiss to the others lips as he pretty much lifted Rex off his feet, the captain letting out a squeak that he knew the other would deny later.

Beside, vode kept each others secret, Anakin was Rex secret.

This wouldn’t spread and Anakin only pulled back when Rex hit on the back of his shoulders, the captain now flushed instead of gray as he smiled up at Anakin. “I’m glad to see you too,” He chuckled breathlessly. “But please be a bit more careful.” He added on.

Wincing, setting the other down, Anakin glanced worriedly between an exasperated Kix and an amused Rex. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered even as he kept his hands on Rex waist, desperate to keep in touch with his lover.

Rex just reached up and patted him fondly on the cheek, callused hand warm and gentle. “Its alright cyare, just… a bit sore. Kix got me back in shape and I can even leave the medbay but I need some rest.” The man murmured, eyes softening as Anakin leaned into the touch.

Glancing to Kix for confirmation, Anakin felt his shoulders relax at the medics steady nod. “…My quarters got a good bed and heating system.” Anakin murmured, tugging the other gently with him, chest aching at the soft, exasperated look he got.

‘The hero with no fear, yeah right,’ Anakin leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Rex brow before grasping his hand and pulling him along. ‘More like the hero with a million fears… but they’re worth it.’ He noted to himself, Rex squeezing his hand as they made their way into the hallways.

Most of the 501st knew anyway, neither bothering to hide on their way to Anakin’s quarters.

‘This is worth the fear,’ Anakin glanced at Rex, feeling warm at the sleepy, trusting smile he got from the captain. ‘Rex’s worth the fear. And deserving of all my love.’

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bastardkiton:

In which Anakin gives Rex a traditional Mandalorian Keldabe kiss after a won battle as a like “I’m glad you’re ok”

I commissioned @/aureliegomez on Insta to draw the boys,,,, they are doing donation commissions to Beirut and I wanted to send some support!

Sweet honey: a lot of things are going to down and everyone is happy! How does Padma handle finding out that Anakin is bonded to someone else? How would she react? Is she happy for him or does this possibly change something for her? P.S. love your writings they are all amazing!!

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Trying not to show how twitchy he was, Anakin shifted closer to Rex as they followed Obi-Wan and Jango through the Senate, the redhead more familiar despite Anakin having visited often.

But Anakin had always gone straight to the Chancellor, that was the path he was familiar with.

Obi-Wan was now officially a Senate liaison, having been taken off active duty due to his pregnancy and because of that, he would now be showing up in the Rotunda more often than not. Thankfully, today he was only here to observe the Senate meeting.

Jango, in full armor, was going with him because he was a protective bastard and as his mate, had full right to follow Obi-Wan anywhere in the Senate.

He acted very much like a bodyguard, scowling at everyone that looked at Obi-Wan the wrong way or too long, his helmet thumping on his thigh as it hung from his belt, clearly wanting everyone to see his face.

Jango was nothing if not a fastidious mate.  

But so was Rex, who was sensing Anakin’s discomfort at being in the Rotunda.

After the failed heat, the two had cuddled together for a long time before Rex had quietly asked what Anakin wanted to do now that his heat was over.

That of course, had been very simple for Anakin now that his body didn’t hurt at the slightest touch to his most sensitive areas, which oddly enough included his armpits that had kept itching and burning for some odd reason.

He wanted to get bonded.

Rex had balked a bit, eyes wide as he clenched his arms around Anakin, panicked about the pain it would cause.

Bonding with an omega in heat was preferred due to the pain bonding could cause, both from biting through the gland and the bond slotting into place.

But why Rex thought that Anakin would be more sensitive to that than he himself, Anakin had no idea.

Rex didn’t have those omega prejudices many worlds had from old so it had surprised and honestly offended Anakin.

Until Rex had explained nervously that only a few hours ago, Anakin was crying if Rex so much as brushed against his bonding gland and that the last thing the alpha wanted after seeing that, was to cause more pain and discomfort.

It mollified Anakin, slightly.

And he had managed to talk Rex into it once he assured the other that he wasn’t as sensitive anymore.

It still had hurt like a bugger, something Rex had agreed with after Anakin returned the favor but Force, a mating bond was like nothing Anakin had suspected and yet everything at the same time.

Of course, that also meant that everyone was now able to smell Rex and Anakin on each other and knew they were now mates and coming to the Rotunda meant Senators… Senators like Padme Amidala, who had been staring at him from one of the higher floors for what felt like hours.

Even from a distance he could feel her shock and hurt, though he wasn’t sure why, she was the one that had distanced herself first when it was clear he was an omega.

And he knew that somewhere in this building, the Chancellor lurked, like a snake waiting to strike.

It was strange to think that once, that man had been a friend but once Anakin’s status had come out…

He would never forget the desire in the old man’s eyes and the slimy feeling it gave down his back.

A hand wrapped around his, forcing Anakin’s attention to the here and now as he glanced to his side, Rex peering up at him with a small frown that turned into a smile when Anakin squeezed his hand in return.

It didn’t matter now.

Anakin was bonded, neither Padme or the Chancellor mattered to him anymore, at least not in a mating situation.

Because Anakin was spoken for by a man he knew would always do his best by Anakin.

He hoped he could do his best by Rex too.

In sweethoney. What happens during Anakin’s heat.

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Shuddering heavily, Anakin let out a small whimper as Rex touched his hip. “Noooo.” He whined, wincing when Rex hands instantly shot off him, feeling guilty but his skin felt too much.

He had thought his heat would be nice, to share it with Rex but it seemed that his heat was not going to be one of the pleasant ones this time.

He was so sensitive that even his own shirt felt uncomfortable rubbing against his chest, his nipples actually hurting at the brush and he didn’t want to talk about his genitalia at all and how his boxers felt to his skin!

Yet at the same time he was horny and it was an awful feeling to be horny, upset and sensitive at the same time and he wanted to throw up a bit too if he was honest and all he really wanted was for Rex to hold him and yet at the same time he knew that if Rex touched him it would make him cry out again.

“Love?” Rex whispered worriedly, voice gruff as the alpha was being effected by the hormones.

And Force, having Rex call him that made him want to melt even as he felt too sensitive for anything. Shivering, Anakin shifted himself away from Rex chest to look up at him, sweating heavily inside the nest he had invited Rex into.

Worried amber meet his, Rex hands hovering as if he wanted to touch but was unsure how to.

Shaking his head, Anakin let out a small whimper. “Its not a good heat. Bad heat. My skin… it feels too much.” He shuddered.

Rex eyes narrowed with realization, his eyes streaking over the other. “Okay, okay love. Tell me what to do, tell me how to touch you that won’t hurt you?” He whispered, tone assertive and yet vaguely pleading.

It almost made Anakin start sobbing, how considerate the alpha, his alpha, was. There were many alphas, subpar as Jango would call them, that wouldn’t care and would just roll an omega onto their stomach and take their pleasure.

Rex, just like Jango, was a good alpha.

And he cared. “Don’t…” Anakin licked his lips, breath hitching a bit his inside spasmed. “Don’t touch my hips, or my bonding gland…and try not to brush my upper chest area or the nipples?” He ventured finally, shivering a bit as Rex hand finally came down to slowly rub through Anakin’s sweat soaked hair.

“Okay. I can do that.” Rex agreed softly and Anakin realized, that while the other still smelled of pheromones and lust, he didn’t smell as strongly of it.

Rex focus had shifted, his body simply reacting to the pheromones Anakin was giving out but his focus was on Anakin’s comfort.

Only Anakin’s comfort.

He felt tears well up in his eyes at that before he whimpered and pressed closer, Rex petting the back of his nape a bit and then moving his hand back up in his hair.

“Can I touch your back, or would that make things worse?” Rex whispered, never once assuming he knew better or trying to control Anakin.

“Just… try not to go too low.” Anakin swallowed, feeling miserable as he had wanted a nice heat with Rex.

Bonding with him on the table and all.

But if Rex as much as brushed his bonding gland now, Anakin knew he’d scream.

A warm, steady hand slowly rubbed along his spine, the pressure increasing when Anakin arched into it but stopping at about waists level before going up again, repeating the action slowly and steadily.

Never too low, Rex other hand in his hair, providing comfort as Anakin clung to his alpha as best he can.

He had been sure before he let Rex into the room to share his heat.

Now he knew beyond doubt or question.

Rex was the man he would mate and marry and as long as Rex too wanted it, he’d give the man as many pups in the future as they could handle. Hell, fill the creche for all Anakin cared, he was fertile, he could give as many pups as possible and love them all with Rex.

His mate.