A/N: requested by sadstrarwarsfan14 - i hope you're doing well :))
Warnings: this is dad!rex so no horny today, not spell checked, stress, work overload,
Translations: buir = father, ad'ika = little one/kid,
Word count: 770
You dump your school bag onto the kitchen counter. The apartment you share with your father is by no means large, but it's homely and cosy and wonderful compared to your past accommodations. You used to move every few weeks to keep up with your dad's work, but that all stopped when the Chancellor Palpatine was exposed by the war hero - and your father's general - Anakin Skywalker, who had pretty much caused the end of the Clone Wars and granted every single clone a citizenship.
You're grateful for him for treating your father like an individual, not just another body in an army. You're grateful, because Anakin Skywalker has shaped your father to be the man he is now, and that man, among other things, has an extremely sharp eye for anything that seems just a little off.
Which is why he's immediately at your side by the time you extract your arms from your bag straps.
'Hey, ad'ika,' he says, testing the waters. 'How was school?'
'Good,' you reply, too tired to expand on that.
He frowns, but continues. 'How was - '
'I can't right now, buir. I have to do my homework, and I have a test tomorrow and the day after.'
Rex's eyebrows raise, but you don't notice because you're busy scrubbing your hands over your eyes, trying to push through your exhaustion. Dragging your feet, you trudge over to the other side of the counter, where you sit down, unpacking your bag and sighing at the stack of homework your teacher had set. You don't want to do this, you don't want to do anything but crawl under your blankets and sleep, but you ignore the burn in your dry eyes and begin to write.
Leaning against the counter, Rex crosses his arms, watching you. Last week, you started a new academic year of school, and he can tell it's taking its toll on you. There are bags under your eyes that he's only seen on his brothers in the midst of a siege, where no one dares to get a wink of sleep in case of a surprise attack, and although you appear motivated, there is no remnant of focus in your glazed eyes. Dimly, you stare at the paper with a defeated air, terribly small and lonely as you scratch away at the paper, your hair falling over your eyes as you slouch over your work.
Rex huffs. You're his daughter, there's no way he's letting this happen.
'Ad'ika,' he says softly.
You don't reply.
'Adi'ka? Ad'ika,' he repeats.
Finally, you look up, and there are tears in your eyes.
He doesn't say a word, he just walks over to you and holds his arms open wide. The tight pull of your mouth relaxes, and you slump into his embrace, your shoulders shaking as you bury your face in his chest, a sob tearing through your body as he rubs small circles on your back. Rex can feel your hot tears soaking through his shirt, and he hates it, hates that his ad'ika is crying, so he reaches over your shoulder, flipping your exercise book closed and stuffing it into your backpack. At the movement, you glance up, protesting.
'No, buir, I have to - '
'You don't have to do anything, ad'ika.'
'Yes I do,' you sob. 'I have a test tomorrow, and I'm already behind! I shouldn't be wasting time - '
'Then I'll call up the school and say that you were busy. I'll make up a doctor's appointment or something, Kix can help with the documents. You need to rest, ad'ika. You've burnt yourself out with school work, and you're only young.'
'But - '
'I think you forget I fought in the Clone Wars, kiddo,' he chuckles. 'If I need to go in with Anakin and talk to the principal, I will. Lightsabers out or not.'
Frantically, you shake your head, your face already turning bright red with the embarassing thought. He smiles down at you, smoothing your hair down and kissing your forehead; gently, he nudges you in the ribs, trying to ease a smile out of you by booping your nose. The corners of your lips pull up just a tad, and he grins.
'There we go,' he says, tucking an arm around you and squeezing you to him. 'I'm proud of you, ad'ika. You're doing so well, just keep it up and when it all gets too much, we can come up with something wrong with you that Kix will have to take you out of school for.'
Your smile widens. 'Thank you, buir.'
He tucks your hair behind your ear. 'Any time, ad'ika.'
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FanfictionIncludes: Anakin Skywalker, Cassian Andor, Kylo Ren, Darth Maul, Cad Bane, Rex, Would include the Mandalorian but I kind of already have a book on him ;) Also Star Wars obviously doesn't belong to me.
