#Kix ask

[izzystizzys]

Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.

“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.

And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-

“Are those kriffing hands?!”

In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -

- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.

Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”

“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.

“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.

Oh.

Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-

“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”

“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“

Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.

“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”

“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”

Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”

The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??

“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”

“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.

“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”

Awkward silence follows.

“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”

“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.

[chiliger]

Caught in places a clone shouldn’t be.

(Aurebesh translation: Upper left - “Inhibitor undetected.” Lower right - “ARC : CT-0317 . . . Knows too much. Terminate.”)

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, darling~ I'm back again with request #6!

I was going to stop at 5, but then I felt bad for leaving out Kix. So, this one is for him, with an aquamarine, at twilight. Who better to give some healing love than our beloved medic? He's got that weighted blanket charm

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

First Choice

Summary: Kix is a man in love. He just needs to make her see it.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 622

Prompt: Aquamarine - Healing Love

Warnings: Reader's parents are bad. Not abusive, just bad.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted and I hope you like it!!

“Bad day, Bluebird?” Kix asks as he props his feet up on her desk, an easy grin on his face as he watches her start in surprise, and then glare at his boots.

She pushes his boots off her desk, “No shoes on the furniture, Kix. Honestly.”

He laughs and props his feet up again, “Come on, bluebird. That wasn’t an answer. What’s got you so down in the dumps?”

She glares at him, her pen tapping an annoyed rhythm out on her desk, before she sighs, “You know how I was supposed to meet up with my parents today?”

“Yeah. It was a whole big thing, you were so excited.” Kix scans her face, “Didn’t go well?”

“Well, I don’t know.” She pauses, “You see, they never showed up. Again.” She clenches her jaw, and then slowly relaxes, “They commed, after the fact. They decided to go visit my brother instead.”

Kix exhales slowly, “Oh, bluebird. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She focuses her attention back to her work, “I’ve never been anyone’s first choice…I don’t know why I thought they’d start now.”

Kix winces, and drops his feet to the floor, “Come on, cyare. That’s not true.”

“No. No it is.” She won’t look at him, “You know, they never even came to my college graduation. My sister had a piano recital, you see, and they had to be there-” Her voice cracks, and she presses her lips into a thin line. “I’d like to be alone.”

“Absolutely not.” Kix slides his chair closer, “Alone is the last thing you need right now.” Carefully, he plucks the pen from her unresisting hands, and he spins her chair so she’s facing him, “There you are.”

“Kix-” She has tears in her eyes and she looks even more upset than when he first came into the room.

“You’re my first choice.”

She blinks at him, and then she scowls, “I’m not. You don’t have to lie-”

“Hey,” He presses his hands against her cheeks, “You’re absolutely my first choice.”

“I’ve never been anyone’s first choice. Ever.” She counters, “Why should you be any different.”

“Because I love you.”

She blinks at him. Once. Twice. Three times.

“What?”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes.” Kix says, “Have been since the day we met.”

“That…doesn’t make any sense.” She mumbles, “No one-”

“Yeah, well. My name’s Kix and I’m legally no one.”

She blinks at him, and then scowls, “That’s a terrible joke.”

“Not joking. About any of it.” Kix gently, very gently, slides her off her chair and onto his lap, “Let me show you. Let me prove to you how I feel.”

“How do you intend to do that?” The tears have faded from her eyes, and her voice is hushed.

Maker, he loves her so much.

“Like this.” Slowly, giving her time to back away if she needs to, he presses his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. And, when she doesn’t pull away, and in fact, curls her fingers into the thick material of his blacks, he deepens the kiss. 

When she kisses him back, Kix is pretty sure that his heart is going to explode in his chest. “So,” He murmurs, once he breaks the kiss, “Believe me yet?”

“...I’m starting to.”

“Well then, I’ll just have to kiss you until you definitely do.”

And, well, if his Bluebird’s parents got a picture of him kissing her, as well as a long message thanking them for breaking her heart, because he’s going to make sure that they’ll never have the power to do that again-

Well, that’s no one’s business but his, now is it?

[keldabekush]

You think with accelerated aging/growth in clones there's other aspects affected by it??

Like do their hair and nails grow faster?

Would they be more prone to degenerative illnesses and mental issues???

So much to think about..................

Oh i hadnt considered that before but degenerative illnesses must be sped up too surely.... idk about hair because on the one hand it would make sense i guess if it did grow faster but then also imagine having to shave like twice a day every day. Three day beard that you can braid. Obi wan kenobi on a deserted star ship like "where the hell are all my troops" theyre in the bathroom. Shaving again. Cody's trying out a moustache this afternoon

[somestorythoughts]

Dehydration

Back with some vampire clones!

Echo's throat feels like the air on a desert planet. The nutrients the Techno Union were giving him must have been high in iron or something, because he's well aware that blood brothers don't survive this long with only rations, but he's still so thirsty.

"Rex. Thirsty."

His Captain glances around the room automatically before he turns back to Echo. The General navigating with Tech, it's only vod here. "Blood or water?" He murmurs, the arm around Echo's shoulder's squeezing gently.

"Blood. Please?"

The sergeant - crap what was his name? - glanced up. "You're, what did that medic call them? A redder brother?"

"Blood or redder brother." Rex confirmed. "If you're unfamiliar I guess you don't have any bitten with you?" Bitten, their terms for brothers who are willing to be go-to's for all the blood brothers. Fives had been one.

"I'm not sure what that means?"

Rex grimaced. "How close are we to the Resolute?"

"Tech!" The Sargent calls. "What's our ETA?"

"Twenty-five minutes!" Is the shouted response. The other two troopers are watching, clearly curious.

"And time to get to the medbay." Rex adds. "Thirty minutes Echo. Can you hold on for thirty minutes?" Echo nods, too tired to say more.

Thirty minutes later a surprised Tech watches the ARC trooper they rescued sink alarmingly sharp teeth into the wrist of the ARC who'd accompanied them earlier. "Huh."

"Don't work with the blood brothers a lot do ya?" The ARC asks from where he's carefully holding Echo, apparently very relaxed with the biting. "Echo. You've got to breathe."

There's a snarl and the ARC winces. "Okay maybe you don't."

"Might need another volunteer Jesse." The medic - Kix - muttered. "Echo I'm going to scan you. Stay calm." He waits till he gets an acknowledgement, then starts.

"I have questions." Tech decides.

"Run me through what you know of these prosthetics and we can talk once I know he's stable."

[loverboy-havocboy]

I sent a request to Whiskey, too, but I'm greedy. Number 16 with Jesse/Kix, please? These two have me in a chokehold 🥴

16. a kiss in the rain - jesse/kix

oooh i’ve never written jessix 🥺👉👈 i decided to go with them still being cadets, so kix is called 'six here. don't ask me why, it was his decision 😅

send me a cloneship and a number for a kiss!

“What d’you think it's like, Jess?”

“What, ‘Six?”

“Grass,” ‘Six replies dreamily.

When Jesse looks to his friend, ‘Six’s eyes are closed and his face is turned upward toward the sky. Fat raindrops splatter against his cheeks, drenching his curls and making them cling to his skin. He's gorgeous, even looking like a half-drowned ewok (they read about those today - the not-drowned kind).

Jesse couldn't begin to guess, but ‘Six is asking, so he'll think of something. He has to.

“Uh.. soft, I think,” he says slowly, watching to see if that's what ‘Six is hoping for.

His lips quirk upward and Jesse forgets the cold dampness of the coming storm, even as it seeps into his bones. That smile is warm enough to hold it off.

“Whatever it's like, we'll see it together someday.”

“Do you know the odds of that?” ‘Six asks with a sad little huff.

“Probably not as well as you,” Jesse admits, “but it doesn’t matter. We'll stay together - I'll make sure of it.”

“Don’t promise me things like that, Jess. Please.”

Jesse frowns deeply at that. He tugs on ‘Six’s arm until the boy faces him, so he can see his scowl. “I’ll promise you whatever I want,” he says defiantly. “‘Cause I mean it. They won't take you away from me, ‘Six. Let ‘em try.”

‘Six just.. looks at him - strangely, and for a long time. The rain beats down on them mercilessly, and Jesse can hardly see anymore, but it doesn't matter. He's not going anywhere. Not when ‘Six is right here.

He thinks maybe he's gone too far. ‘Six doesn't like to think about the war, not like most brothers do, because he won't just be fighting it, he'll be cleaning up the trail of bodies it leaves behind. Jesse didn't mean to make him think about it, he just got carried away.

Only that's not at all what ‘Six is thinking about, Jesse comes to realize, because one second his friend is peering at him through the downpour and the next their lips are pressed firmly together.

‘Six’s lips. Right against his own.

But then they're gone again.

“Wait-” Jesse gasps, reaching blindly for the other boy - the boy who kissed him.

“You didn't kiss me back,” he hears ‘Six say. He doesn't like the disappointment in his voice, not at all.

“I meant to! It was too fast, ‘Six, I meant to,” he tells him. “Let me try again.”

He feels ‘Six come back to him then - a clammy hand on his cheek, the other fisting into the drenched fabric of his cadet uniform - and he closes his eyes. When their lips meet this time, he kisses ‘Six back. He doesn't know how, but he doesn't know what grass is like either. There's a lot he's willing to guess at to make ‘Six smile.

[for-the-sake-of-color]

for nihlus and kix i think? or maybe mary ann and jett

[Color Palette Ask Game] by @thoughtfulrobot

My Dearest Blorbos <3 TYSM!!!!!

not sure how well this one came out, hard palette, but was fun!

[valkeakuulas]

Careful what you wish for... here are three to pick and choose from:

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips. Kix and Jesse

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss Rex and Cody

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling Waxer and Boil

I threw the dice (twice!) and the fate wanted us to see some smooches shared between Kix & Jesse.

** ** ** ** Jesse laughed with others when Echo finished retelling about the accident both he and Fives had experienced during their ARC training. Next to him, Fives just huffed and swallowed a mouthful of the gutrot they had broken out to celebrate the return of the 501st's newest ARC troopers.

Jesse could feel Kix shaking behind him, the two of them sitting on the floor with Jesse between the medic's spread legs. One of Kix's arms was wrapped loosely around Jesse's waist, fingers drawing lazy circles on his abdomen.

A pleasant shiver ran down Jesse's spine at the touch and he shifted a little, arching ever so slightly. No one paid attention to him, their attention was on Fives who was answering questions about the training (and the size of 17's biceps).

Jesse grinned and was ready to ask about just how Fives knew the thickness of 17's thighs when a feather-light touch right behind his ear had him stilling.

Kix hummed softly and Jesse both heard and felt the vibrations of the sound against the shell of his ear. The medic's lips brushed against the soft cartilage, leaving behind a trail of the softest of kisses Jesse had ever felt.

"Kix," Jesse murmured, only to tense when Kix shushed him softly, nipping his earlobe before pressing a kiss on it.

Jesse's loud swallow got drowned by the loud wave of jeers as the others rained abuse on Fives. He could hear Kix chuckle right next to his ear, the sound sending a sizzle of pleasure down his spine.

"Kix," Jesse tried again, face heating up.

"Relax, Jesse," Kix told him, lips tracing the ear once again. The fingers that had been caressing his lower stomach slowly inched downwards, following the groove between Jesse's thigh and groin. "Let's see how long it'll take before they'll notice, yes?"

If hearing Kix laugh had lit a fire within Jesse's veins, the suggestion hit him with the gentleness of a Hammerhead corvette.

"Kark...," Jesse swore, face aflame.

Kix laughed again, breathless and smug. "Don't worry, I will," he promised darkly before mouthing the back of Jesse's neck.

Jesse could only whimper, the cup of alcohol in his hand completely forgotten.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Of Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Dogma, and Tup, (and pre-citadel Echo if you wish) who goes into the fresher for a shower with clean clothes to change into and comes out wearing them, who comes out of the fresher in a towel, and who comes out nakkies?

*Cracks knuckles* Round 3... Fight!

Rex: I mentioned this once before, but Rex has developed a healthy paranoia about his time in the fresher. As such, he enters in his full kit, checks the vents, the cabinets, and tests the hot/cold water before taking it off. Once, he left without getting all geared up because of an 'emergency' message on his datapad. He was never able to get the damn glitter out of his blacks, and the look in Skywalker's eyes made it clear he noticed.

Fives: Listen. Time in the fresher is just an alibi to be places he shouldn't: the ventilation systems of the mess haul (when everyone has the same voice, it's pretty easy to start fights from a safe distance), Rex's private quarters (the look of horror on his face when Skywalker glimpsed to newly painted pinup of Padme on his bedside wall was worth doing inventory for the next month), or his own barracks when everyone's out (swapping Dogma and Tup's boots left them just uncomfortable enough to know something was off but couldn't figure out exactly what for nearly a week). When he finally does shower, he comes out in only a towel - he's just too damn pretty to keep everything covered all the time (in truth, Echo ran off with his blacks, but he won't admit someone got one over on him).

Jesse: Goes to the fresher in blacks and leaves in blacks. If someone wants to try something, he'll know exactly who to blame and won't shy from getting retribution.

Hardcase: Kinda varies day by day. Like @sunshinesdaydream said, he has a tendency to forget his towel, so there have been many an occasion where he's wandering around looking for it, or someone else's, to, ahem, borrow. Other days, he'll come out with just his lower blacks on with the intent to throw a shirt on later, and promptly spends most of the day like that without even realizing it. Shucks.

Kix: He only hits the fresher right before finally going to bed, and he's usually exhausted by then. Sometimes he'll get into clean blacks, sometimes he just shuffles to his bed in a towel and sleeps like that. If Tup sees him on a day like that, he'll usually throw a blanket over him and move his forgotten blacks from the fresher to his bedside so he doesn't have to hunt for them when he wakes up.

Dogma: Clean blacks. Every time. Almost every time - just not the days Hardcase and Fives hack the door and liberate them, or cut holes in unfortunate locations. He also folds his towel before putting in the laundry shoot.

Tup: He's so confused why everyone's so paranoid about using the fresher, but that's only because he's the sole member no one messes with much. Hardcase once put blue dye in his shampoo, but it was temporary so Tup just rolled with it. He comes out comfy and clean in his blacks still fighting to somewhat tame his hair.

Echo: He places a nicely folded set of clean blacks nearby with a dc-17 even closer (set to stun of course), and he'll step over Fives' and Hardcase's unconscious bodies without so much as looking down, happily dripping water on them.

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[imrowanartist]

Kix perhaps? :D

Yes.

(He’s so done)

[vodika-vibes]

CONGRATS ON 500!!

Long time lurker, I am here every morning around work, and have reread most of your fics at least 3 times. Your writing is amazing!

Okay I'll stop gushing 🙈

For the follower event, I was thinking Kix, Emerald, and late night.

Thank you, and congrats again!! 😊

I'll Wait Forever

Summary: When an emergency makes Kix late to pick you up for your date he’s incredibly apologetic. What he doesn’t know, and what you need him to understand, is that you’d wait forever for him.

Pairing: Post-Stasis Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 830

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your nice comment! I'm so glad that you like my stories enough to come back to them! I hope this is close to what you wanted, you didn't specify, so I chose to go with Post-Stasis Kix rather than TCW era Kix. Both are swoon-worthy. My goal is to keep all of these under 1000 words. I wonder how I'll do, lol.

The fall of the Empire, and the rise of the New Republic, has made you a very wealthy person. Wealthy enough that you, and a group of your friends, were able to repurpose a Lucrehulk Class droid control ship into something a little more useful. 

As of now, and with the permission of the New Republic, the ship is home to over two million displaced individuals (many of Alderaanian descent), it’s also home to a massive shopping center, and is the home point for this sector's Bounty Hunters Guild.

It is a point of some pride, yes.

And, at this point, it basically runs itself. Which means that you only have to do a little bit of work to make sure it stays running smoothly. Which, for you, means that you have to play nice with the politicians in the New Republic.

But that only happens every so often.

Which means you’re able to focus on more important things.

Like writing your novel…and spending time with your boyfriend.

Both are very important to you, though you’re not ashamed to admit that Kix, your boyfriend, is far more important to you than anything else that you own. Including the ship that you currently call home.

He travels a lot, and you don’t mind, because in the end he always comes back to you. 

Speaking of said boyfriend, he said that he was going to take you on a date tonight.

You tilt your head back to catch a glimpse of the chrono on the wall, and you release a sigh, though there’s a smile on your face. It is well past closing time for all but the seediest of restaurants, which means no going out tonight.

Ah well. Such is life.

You flick your gaze back to the first draft of your novel, and you make sure to save your work before you set it to the side.

Time to make dinner, and if you’re lucky, Kix will join you for dinner. 

You meander into your kitchen and you put some water on the stove for the pasta, before you dig around your pantry. Might as well make a proper meal.

You’re about to put the pasta in the boiling water when the door to your suite slides open. Absently you pour the whole box into the water, before leaning back to look into the main part of your suite, and a bright smile crosses your face.

Kix is gorgeous. 

Tall and broad, with thick curly hair and an equally thick beard. The tattoo under his hair just barely peeks out at his temple.

You’d quite happily follow him into hell, if he asked.

Not that he ever would.

“Welcome home,” You chirp from the kitchen, “I started pasta for dinner, do you want cheesy bread or garlic. I have both because I have no self control when it comes to bread. It’s a problem.” You check the water and then leave your posting in the kitchen to walk over to him. 

He sets his helmet on the table next to the door, and then casts his gaze to you, something akin to guilt crosses his face when he takes you in, “I’m late.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You got all dressed up for me.” Kix says, his lips turning down.

“I got dressed up for myself. The fact that you also appreciate it is just a bonus.” You grin at him, and slide into his arms, your arms twining around his neck, “Now. Garlic bread or cheesy bread. This is a super important decision, Kix.”

His arms tightens around your hips, “I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s just bread, Kix. It’s not really that important. I can make both.”

He laughs softly, but there’s something almost broken in his voice, “I’m sorry for missing our date. Again.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. It’s really, really not. You deserve better than…this.” He vaguely gestures to himself.

“I don’t want better. I want you.”

“Even though I neglect you?”

You slide your hands to his face, and you lightly brush your fingers under his eyes, “Hold on there, mister. You don’t neglect me. I have never once felt neglected.”

He tilts your head back, “How can you say that?”

“Kix,” You grin at him, “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

You stand on your toes to brush your lips against his, “I’d wait forever for you. You’re worth it. I’d follow you into hell if you asked.”

He exhales sharply, his breath washing across your face, “I love you.”

You beam at him, “I know, I’m very lovable.”

Kix arches a single brow, and he moves his fingers to your sides, lightly tickling you, pulling a startled giggle from your lips, “Is that all you have to say?” He asks, a smile playing on his lips now.

You hop into his arms, his arms sliding securely around your waist to support you, as you kiss him deeply, “I love you too. Always. Forever.”

[adhd-coyote]

if these are still open lovely-

#43 - Bloody Kiss for Sev/Kix?💕

have a cookie🍪

!!! A cookie?? For me??? :D Delightful!

I had so much fun with this one, these two are great!

For those who are unaware, “Mir’sheb” means “smartass” in Mando’a ;3

-

The last Imp goes down with a pitiful fight, and Sev is left the only one standing. His chest heaves with every breath, his blood sings with adrenaline, and his teeth flash in a triumphant, snarling grin. That’s one good thing that’s come from the rise of the Empire- Sev’s fighting people now, not droids, and people are a lot easier to break.

“All clear on my end,” he reports, breathless. He’s still getting used to the feeling of a comm in his ear, but he’s had to make do since he lost his bucket. Fucking Imps had shattered it a few weeks ago, and the loss of it was almost as painful as the concussion. He wouldn’t be as upset if he’d been able to get a replacement, but he no longer has access to the seemingly-unlimited resources of the former Republic. Fuckin’ sucks, but Sev isn’t complaining too much. Not when he’s finally been let off his leash.

“Copy that,” comes the reply, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Stay where you are, I’m almost at your position.”

“Better hurry up. I’m getting impatient,” Sev drawls, lips curling into a smirk. He sheathes his knives — he’d abandoned his blaster when it had jammed — and stretches out his limbs with a sigh. His partner in crime — literally — is only a CT, and as such, a bit slower than Sev. Sev doesn’t mind too much. He’s used to Scorch racing ahead of everyone and getting himself shot. Sev much prefers to have his CT at his back than needing to worry about providing cover for his idiot of a squadmate.

He does kind of miss Scorch’s yapping, though. Not that he’d ever admit that aloud.

“Here.” Kix’s voice echoes through the comm as he finally makes an appearance. Sev turns a half-manic grin on him, head tilted.

“‘Bout time. Was worried you’d gotten lost, verd’ika.”

Kix’s bucket tilts in a way that indicates he’s rolling his eyes. He hops over a blood-splattered Imp, slips into the empty space in front of Sev, and tugs off his helmet to frown at him. “You’re covered in blood.”

Sev’s grin widens. “Not mine.”

“Mhm. Where’s your blaster?”

“It jammed, so I tossed it,” Sev shrugs. “Knives are more fun anyways.”

“It’s all over your face, Sev. You look like you tore someone’s throat out with your teeth.” Kix’s pauses and frowns harder. “Did you tear someone’s throat out?”

“Yep.” Sev pauses just to enjoy the expression on Kix’s face before he continues, “But not with my teeth.”

Kix snorts, crossing his arms. “Mir’sheb.”

“Yeah. But you like that about me, Kix’ika.”

“For some rea- mph!” Kix is cut off as Sev drags him into a kiss, though his surprise quickly fades and he melts under Sev’s hands. Sev squeezes the back off his neck, smug, and teasingly bites and tugs on Kix’s bottom lip before he pulls away.

“There. Now you’re covered in blood too, Kix’ika.”

“Mir’sheb,” Kix repeats, though he’s breathless this time. The dark crimson on his mouth looks almost like smeared lipstick, a comparison that’s giving Sev ideas. “That tastes awful.”

Sev hums and tilts his head. “Really? Maybe you should give it another try.”

He’s dragging Kix in for another before his little CT can reply. They’re the only two living beings left in the base, and they’ve got all the time in the galaxy. Sev wants to have a little fun before they leave.

-

Kiss ask game

[bibannana]

Rex *walking into the barricks that are filled with smoke*: Why does it smell like smoke in here?

*Jesse, Tup and Hardcase making a human wall*

Dogma *terrible liar*: Smoke sir? Haha, what smoke?

Rex *raises an eyebrow*

Echo *jumping in*: Oh the smoke! Ah yes.......Fives was thinking.

Rex *unimpressed look*: Really?

Echo *nods*: Yes. It's a bit too much for his half a brain cell to process.

Fives *muffled*: Hey!

Kix *angry whispering*: Stay still you kriffing di'kut!

Rex *deep inhale, long exhale*: Right.

[loverboy-havocboy]

Could I request number 17 with Cody/Kix? 🙏

17. an upside-down “spider-man” kiss - cody/kix

i'm gonna be honest (and apologetic), this was hard, and i think i gave up a little 😔

Cody never thought he'd meet a CT whose schedule could give his a run for its money - and that's not him being patronizing, it's him being responsible for the entire 7th Sky Corps.

Kix proved him wrong.

Cody supposes that if it were anyone, the man responsible for tending to the injuries of Rex’s island of misfit troopers makes the most sense.

If life had been kinder, they could have been good friends. They could've been content with a comm call here and there, where time allowed. They could've bumped shoulders when they ran into each other at 79’s. They could've separated from their joint missions without the aching, gnawing fear that this would be the last time.

Life wasn't so kind, though, and instead it chose to crash their hearts together like two ships colliding in hyperspace. They needed each other now, and they were rarely so lucky as to get a moment alone. Tonight's no different.

Every time a comm goes off, it's anybody's guess as to which of them are being called away, and whether they hope it's for something arbitrary like an inventory meeting or a life threatening emergency. Cody thinks this one had damn well better be an emergency.

They'd just fallen asleep.

Their reunion had been quick - too quick - because they'd just known they'd be interrupted. Cody almost wishes they'd been interrupted during the act, because now he's pliant and warm with the full length of Kix’s solid body pressed against his back, and all he wants is to stay that way.

“Yours or mine?” Kix mumbles against the back of his neck.

Given that he's closer, Cody reaches for their comms and groans a little, which is enough of an answer.

“Sorry,” the medic says, loosening his grip on him. “I’d make it mine if I could.”

“No you wouldn't,” Cody grouses, careful to keep the blanket over Kix as he extricates himself, cringing at the mess between his legs.

“No, I wouldn't,” Kix agrees, trailing his fingertips over Cody's bare back. At least he has the decency to sound apologetic about it.

Cody sighs heavily as he drops down from the top bunk, his feet hitting the cold durasteel floor. Kix rolls the short distance to the edge of the mattress and peers down to watch him dress. When Cody looks over, he snorts softly at the sight of his boyfriend's head hanging upside-down off the bunk.

Unable to resist, he steps in and takes Kix's face in his hands. Tempted further by the curl of his lips, Cody dips his head to steal a kiss from them. Kix sighs lightly against him.

“I’ll miss you,” Kix tells him.

“You’ll be asleep again before the door closes,” Cody disagrees.

Kix just shrugs a little, so Cody just kisses him again.

He'll sleep in Kix's arms before they part if it's the last force-forsaken thing he does.

[elismor]

Two drabbles, both written for the same prompt ("manhandling") and about Jesse. Thanks to @bilbosmom-belladonna for the random number and clone on Discord!

These are both for my own personal Drabble Bingo card (which is below the cut) and neither is spicy, despite what the prompt might suggest.

Look With Your Eyes (Not With Your Hands)

The Struggle is Real

[itstimeforstarwars]

I'm gonna be honest, avreally big part of me is still convinced that Kix is going to join the cast of Hundred Hours because he keeps getting mentioned, and on the off chance he DOESN'T, I'm hoping we get an "inspired by" short that explores it anyway

Given that only Rex and Cody are brought up in the recent Arla short, I know it's unlikely, but damn do I want to imagine this is The Plan

You know, funny you should mention that...

I have very nebulous plans regarding Kix, they’re just...further ahead :)