#clone wars kix

[twinsunstars]

“sir, as the team medic, when it comes to the health of the men including you, i outrank everyone.”

yeah you also outlived everyone

[womp-womp-chomp-chomp]

Clone wars brain rot continues

[renton6echo]

We don’t need more “Tales of the Jedi.” What we DO need is just a compilation of clone troopers reading thirst tweets about themselves and being shooketh/flattered/embarrassed. Like…

Rex:

[clone-trooper-cheese]

I found this image and all I can think of is someone threatening Kix

[starrylothcat]

Rise & Shine

Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Summary: Who needs an alarm clock when you have Kix to wake you up?

WC: 1200

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. No plot, just self indulgent smut. Kix wakes reader up with sex (consensually). PiV sex (wrap it up), mutual masturbation, fingering, some feelings. 

A/N: I woke up this morning with Kix thots. No excuses here. I’ve never written Kix so I had to fix that. Enjoy! ☺️

Your eyes fluttered open, sunlight peeking through cracks in your curtains, a lovely warmth pressed against your body. You hummed in sleepy delight as bliss ignited in your belly, your mind sharpening in the early morning haze.

The sleepy daze became clearer, a delicious pulse of ecstasy throbbed between your legs as you shifted, blinking the sleep out of your eyes.

Something warm and slick was sliding across your breast, calloused fingertips ghosting over the other.

“K-Kix??” You mumbled, your breath hitching as his teeth grazed across your hard nipple.

You rubbed your eyes, your body on fire with desire as Kix fully took your breast in his mouth, gently sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive nub.

You could feel him grinning against you, his broad body pressed against yours, his heavy cock against your thigh, his mouth not leaving your breast.

You weren’t fully awake yet, weakly gripping his intricately shaved head, a low whine escaping your throat as he worked magic on you.

His free hand reached down between the two of you, lazily stroking himself as he devoured your breast, lavishing your skin with his tongue, teeth, and lips.

“Kix…” Your voice was raspy from sleep, and you felt your panties dampen at his touch. Kix let out a low sigh, gripping his cock tighter as he suckled your tender flesh.

You reached down, tapping at his hand that was around his rigid cock, replacing your hand with his.

You continued his lazy pace, feeling his body tense as you expertly palmed him, a low rumble leaving his lips as you did so. His cock was hot to the touch, the skin soft as you stroked him, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking from his tip to spread along his shaft as you worked him.

You knew how much he loved your breasts, never passing up a moment to worship them, feel how soft they were against his rough hands, feel your nipples harden under his tongue and lips, knowing it drove you crazy with desire. It turned him on as much as it did you.

Kix finally released your breast with a pop, a line of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple, admiring his work. You shivered as the cool morning air met your skin, missing the heat of his mouth. His eyes, blown with desire, met your half-lidded sleepy ones.

“G’morning babe…” He rumbled, kissing you deeply. His fingers slowly circled your other nipple that was begging for attention. The hand left your chest, much to your dismay, lightly trailing down to the hem of your panties.

“Someone is energetic this morning…” You chuckled, now fully awake, buzzing with electric arousal, waiting for his fingers to continue their journey to where they were needed most. “You could have woken me up sooner.”

“Couldn’t help myself, baby…” He mumbled into your skin. “You looked so beautiful laying next to me…I wanted to feel you…taste you…” He slipped a finger underneath the moist fabric, sliding against your wet folds.

“I dreamt all night of fucking you just like this…your perfect tits in my mouth, my fingers deep in your gorgeous pussy… ”

Kix dropped his head to your neck, groaning at how slick you were for him.

“We spent all night fucking, that wasn’t enough?” You lightly taunted, sucking in a breath as he teased at your entrance.

“No, it wasn’t.”

You let out a cry as he easily slid his finger inside, bucking his hips against your palm.

“So warm…tight…kriff…” Kix sucked at a spot on your neck that he knew made you weak every time, paying close attention to your quiet mewls as he pumped in and out of you.

“More…Kix…” You removed your hand from his cock, bucking your hips up to him.

“You want more, baby? More of what?” He teased, curling his finger inside, causing you to convulse against him as he brushed against your most sensitive spot.

“Ah…more…of you…”

Kix chuckled, a second finger sliding in, joining the other in curling and making your mind spin with pleasure.

“You know I can’t deny you anything.”

Kix latched on to your other breast, his fingers fucking you faster, his teeth gently tugging and suckling at your overly sensitive nipple.

You could feel your abdominal muscles tense, your legs shook as a white-hot coil wound tighter and tighter inside you, the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around your bud and his fingers spreading you open, you were so close…

Right as you thought you were about to tumble over the edge, Kix removed his fingers from your sopping cunt.

“Kix…!” You let out a frustrated growl, giving him a pleading look, wondering why he stopped.

“Sorry baby, but I want you to cum all over my cock. How does that sound?”

Kix made quick work of your panties, sliding them down your thighs and discarding them somewhere in the room. He wasted no time positioning himself on top of you, shoving blankets out of the way, his cock pressing against your entrance.

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know that?” He murmured, taking his lips with yours as he rubbed his cock over your delicate, wet folds.

“So are you.” You gasped against his fervid lips, his cock slowly pushing inside you without any resistance. He groaned into your mouth, and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue against his, his hands fisting at the sheets around your head.

Kix pulled away as he bottomed out, relishing how your velvety walls grasped his cock, watching your breasts heave with anticipation, both of your nipples ruddy and shiny with his saliva. Your lips were parted and swollen as you lovingly gazed up at him.

“I love you.” He pressed his nose against your cheek, thrusting shallowly into you.

You grabbed at his back muscles, gasping softly as he gently rocked into you.

“I can never get enough of you. It’s never enough. Never enough time…”

You tilted your hips to change the angle, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I know…I love you too, Kix.” You whispered in his ear in between breathy moans, his cock stretching and filling you perfectly, every thrust sending liquid heat up and down your spine.

He ground his pelvis down onto yours, hitting your sensitive clit with every stroke, his thrusts becoming faster. “That’s it…cum for me baby…please…” He almost sounded desperate, begging for your pleasure before his.

You clenched around him, every quick stroke bringing you closer and closer to release. “Kix…I…I’m so close…”

You buried your face in his shoulder, your body convulsing and crying out his name as bliss finally washed over you, wave after wave of intense euphoria engulfing every atom in your body. 

You heard Kix curse above you, shouting your name as he fell apart, his hips faltering.

You felt his cock swell inside you, warmth spreading as gave you all he had. He pounded into you, his cock sliding against your throbbing clit, riding out your orgasms together.

After a few final, shallow thrusts, Kix laid himself on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

You could feel his heavy breath on your face, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, boneless and content.

Kix slowly pulled out of you, rolling off and immediately tugging you into him. You laid on your side, pressing your face into his chest, listening to his pounding heart.

“Good morning to you, too.” You quietly laughed. His body shook with a chuckle, his arms tightening around you. He kissed the top of your head, one of his hands ghosting down your back, resting on the swell of your ass. “It is a good morning.”

Kix gave a hearty squeeze of your supple flesh, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Kix!”

You laughed, his hand roaming over your ass. Kix groaned, and you could feel his softened cock begin to harden against your stomach. “Let’s make it even better.”

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Smug Crosshair is possibly my favourite Crosshair

[zoeykallus]

Hello hun, if it's possible do you think you could write a headcanon for the clones where they react to getting rescued by their s/o after getting captured by the enemy?

The clones can be of your choosing, but please do add Kix. I love him so much, he has my whole heart 🥺💕

I wrote about the other way around before. But this is an interesting take. Let me see 😊

Clones of my choosing? Interesting...

Kix/Rex/Fives/Tech x Reader - Who's The Hero?

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Mostly Fluffy/A Bit Of Humor (I guess)

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What Happened:

Your clone partner has been captured by the enemy. But you won't leave him behind. You sneak behind enemy lines, you have a plan. You find your beloved in a cell. Here is his reaction…

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Kix

You have no idea if the plan will work, but Kix is definitely worth the risk.

You say softly, yet peppery, "Tadaaa! Your hero has arrived!"

He looks at you as if you were a ghost when you appear at the cell door.

"What the... How... Why are you... You should-"

Raising your brows, you ask dryly, "Do you need more time to finish that sentence?"

Kix huffs, "Mesh'la, you shouldn't be here, it's too dangerous."

You shrug and operate the keypad on the cell to open it.

You cock an eyebrow and say, "Oh, I know. Tons of droids out there. Wasn't so easy to find a sneak path. But who else is going to come rescue you? Did you really think I was going to leave you here to rot?"

He smirks and steps out of the cell.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't think anyone would come at all. Clones are expendable."

"Not to me," you say softly and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

For a brief moment he looks deep into your eyes and finally says, "Who am I kidding, I had a feeling you would come. I know you can be counted on".

With an affectionate, soft smile, you say, "I will always come for you".

"Usually I'm the one saving people, you know, as a medic and a soldier"

You smirk at him and say softly, "You still are my hero, Kix, always will be"

Kix expression softens a little.

"Okay, Mesh'la, I take your word for it"

You grab his hand and say, "Now come on, we have to hurry before they discover our escape vehicle."

Rex

"Hey you, you look lonely in your cell".

Rex jumps up from his seat.

"How did you get in here! You shouldn't be here!"

"Yeah, I'm glad to see you too" you say dryly and open the cell.

"Cyare, that was stupid of you."

You frown critically and look at him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I didn't mean-"

Your gaze silences him. You give him hand signals to show him to follow you silently. You creep back the way you came in, to the shuttle hidden in a nearby patch of woods.

"Cyare…"

You just booted up the engine and have to wait a few more seconds for it to start before you can take off. You turn to him and see how meekly he looks at you.

"Thank you for coming here for me."

You smile.

"You would have done the same, Rex"

He nods and says, "Of course. Still, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was just so startled to see you here."

You sit down in the pilot's seat and he sits next to you in the copilot's seat.

"Because you care about me, I know you always do."

As the shuttle lifts off, and you hurry into space and on a hyperspace jump home, you feel a tension fall from you and breathe a deep sigh of relief. You have Rex safely with you again. As if to confirm your thought, one of his hands grasps yours, gently but firmly. He gently squeezes your fingers and smiles at you as you look at him.

"I missed you," you say softly.

"I missed you even more"

Fives

"It's about time you showed up," he says impatiently.

You look at him, puzzled.

"You're not at all surprised to see me here?"

Fives smirks, "I know you, sweet Mesh'la, you know it's dangerous, you know basically no one wants you to put yourself in danger, especially not for me, but you're more stubborn than a defiant Bantha."

You snort.

"You could at least pretend to be happy. Well, so much for the surprise"

He chuckles.

"My dear, would you rather I hadn't expected you and assumed you'd abandon me?"

You think for a second as you open the cell door and finally shake your head with a pout.

He comes toward you smiling and says, "There you go. And don't get me wrong, I'm overjoyed that you're here, so stop pouting, love."

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he finally says, "Let's get out of here before we both end up in that cell."

Tech

He sits there like a heap of misery, they have taken away his belt with the datapad and his tools, his weapons too, of course. As Tech sits there, he looks pretty lost.

"Hey Genius," you say quietly, trying to get his attention.

Tech looks up in surprise.

"Cyare!"

He jumps up and comes to the cell door. Tech looks relieved and worried at the same time.

"Are you sure no one saw you?" he asks tensely.

"I am," you say confidently.

He sighs with relief and says, "It's good to see you, my dear."

"Likewise," you return with a smile.

As you open the cell door, Tech explains in his matter-of-fact way, "I have weighed and calculated some options, but have come to the conclusion that my situation is hopeless without outside help. In a way, I had already mentally prepared myself to die here."

You frown and look at him reprovingly.

"I don't want to hear anything like that!"

Puzzled, he looks at you.

"The other day you told me to always tell you what's on my mind whenever I feel like I need to get something off my chest."

"I- yes, that's true of course, Tech, sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want you to give up on yourself."

"I didn't, I knew you'd come."

You say, "Just now, you said you expected to die in here."

He raises a finger and says, "In fact, in case you got caught and killed yourself, which was highly likely."

"You do have an incredible amount of faith in me" you say sarcastically with a small humorless smirk.

Again he raises his finger, "This has nothing to do with trust or faith, I was merely calculating probabilities"

Shaking your head you look up at him, "My dearest genius, sometimes you might want to try listening to your gut more."

As again his finger goes up in the air, and he opens his mouth, you encircle the finger with your hand so that it's in your fist. He looks at you puzzled and falls silent.

You say, "Enough. Let's go get you out of here, sweetheart"

"Good idea, my love"

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Born for This

This is my gift for @starborncyare-deactivated202303 as a part of the @cloneficgiftexchange (which you should go and check out bc there are a TON of amazing fic authors).

Prompt: "Cyar'ika no." // "But it followed me back to camp!"

P.S. Sorry for posting so late tonight. I meant to post it earlier but life got in the way. Hope you like it though!

Holy crap I tagged the wrong person 😱😱😱 I'm so sorry!

Warnings: None?

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"Where in the kriffing galaxy have you be -" Kix stuttered, cutting himself off as you walked through the door holding what looked like a large bundle of towels. Whatever you were carrying barely fit in your arms. "Uh...what is that?"

Before you could respond, the bundle began to wiggle and two long angular ears popped out of the top.

Kix's look of concern flipped to one of disbelief in a matter of nanoseconds.

Oh Force, not again.

Jesse and Hardcase had brought him an injured tooka the week before and it had wrecked havoc in his med bay when it got loose. Kix desperately hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of that disaster.

Though, despite his initial worries, he had to smile. You did look awfully cute sporting that wide grin of yours. He loved how the tip of your nose crinkled when you were truly happy.

Kix took a step forward, curiously peering at the creature cocooned in your arms.

Oh. Kriff.

He almost wished it was a feral tooka.

He slid his hand down his face and took a deep breath as he stepped back. "Cyar'ika," he said evenly, keeping his voice as calm as he could muster. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is."

You looked down as the creature in question poked his head out from beneath the towel, large yellow eyes curiously gazing around the room.

"This little guy?" You cooed at the large cub. He barely fit in your arms.

"Little!?" Kix almost yelled, shooting you an incredulous look. "That thing is a gundark and could very easily tear you apart!"

As if on cue, the cub let out a purring growl before yawning, displaying rows of razor sharp teeth.

You frowned. "His name is Tiny and I don't think he likes what you just said about him."

Kix pinched the bridge of his nose, not quite believing the scene before him.

"You named it!?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"And....what made you decide to bring it here?"

The gundark whined, knocking his head against your shoulder, blinking up at you.

"He was wandering around just outside the base. I think there's something wrong with his paw. He was limping and I thought you could help him!"

"It is a gundark, cyar'ika. Please get it out of my med bay before it eats someone."

Your expression fell. "But he's hurt! He doesn't have a mom anymore! We have to keep him!"

"No. Absolutely not. Go outside. Put it down immediately and go wash your hands."

"But he followed me back to camp! I think he thinks I'm his mom now. Please at least just help me patch him up!"

Kix sighed. Part of him wanted to yell at you, tell you that the cub was dangerous, that it could seriously hurt you. Kix had seen brothers be torn to pieces by these creatures. He could still hear their screams as they were eaten alive. He wanted that danger as far away from you as possible.

On the other hand, the amount of compassion you displayed towards this injured animal was the same kindness he'd seen you show daily as you helped nurse his wounded brothers back to health. You were born for this - he saw it everyday. Watching you be so gentle towards such a bloodthirsty creature stirred something inside of him. You were strong, he knew that, and as much as he tried to keep you out of trouble, danger just followed along behind, but you faced it head on with such a genuine, loving thoughtfulness. It was part of who you were.

Maybe it was time to act on those feelings that had been growing stronger day by day.

Kix chuckled softly as his hand grazed your shoulder. He smiled warmly, latching onto that growing sparkle of dedicated excitement in your eyes.

"Alright, cyar'ika. Let's see what we're working with."

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[themistymountainscold]

rex: i swear i'm going to kriffing kill fives.

kix: okay, but imagine the squad without him.

rex, crying: why would you-

[local-jawa]

I’m sorry but just try to imagine the pain of being Kix. You find out about the inhibitor-chips, get a glimpse of hope and try to warn the others, get captured, get unconscious and then wake up 50 years later. My heart is dying. It was just “yesterday” when he was joking with his brothers, found out that Echo was alive and served his General. And then, just in a glimpse, the galaxy has moved on, but he didn’t. He wakes up in a whole new world with no purpose and no one to lean on to. Everyone he might have known is gone. Literally everyone. I’ve been crying over this for a long time and it just HURTS.

God, Star Wars is destroying me.

[mythical-illustrator]

I enjoyed making the misread sexy clones based of @freesia-writes prompt so I'm doing some more sexy clones.

Love how tech came out.

This is my first time drawing Kix and Gregor. Love his thighs 😅

Art master list

[toska-writes]

Hello! I love your writing and how sweet it is in the clones just being so brotherly and platonic it’s great💖! I do have a request if you up for it! Basically the reader is the forced Padawan of a sith but hasn't connected to the dark side (they do have a red lightsaber tho). They run into Kix and start freaking out thinking he's gonna hurt them but Kix clams them down and asks them if they are alright. The idea of Kix also having some beside manners and comfort just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside❤️

also no pressure have a great day!

I love me a good red lightsaber

“Stickers”

Summary: Kix meets a dangerous new friends in the dead of night and wants nothing more to help

Paring: Kix x GN padawan Reader (Yes it’s platonic!)

Warning: very brief mentions of injury and trauma- don’t worry Kix is there to help

Word count: 1354

Notes: I love when I decide not to write on weekend and then write into the night when I have school in the morning but it is what it is ig. Also I will get to proof read it tomorrow woops

Kix was the one that was supposed to have the steady hand, the quiet mind. He was suppose to be smart and quick because if he wasn't there was normally terrible consequences.

But why didn't he comm in when he saw a dark silhouette that sunk in with the fog that littered the tree line. Why did Kix just stare?

He squinted his eyes as he came from the medical tent that was currently quiet. The universe just couldn't give him a break could it. A figure was doubled over against what would only make sense as a tree.

Heavy footsteps crunched the thick soil from under Kix boots, a hand came up to his helmet and tried to flick on the flashlight. One knock, two and then it was on.

"Hey?" Kix asked rather than demand. Assuming that it was one of his brothers or even his generals quieted his mind a little bit. Unless of course those clankers were becoming way to life like. "Who's there? Do you need help?"

A medkit along with a blaster hung at his hips, hands were hovering over both.

The figure seemed to snap its head up at the sound, it's breathing was heavy and labored. As Kix stepped closer the person seemed to retreat back- a weapon of their own was clutched slightly in their hands.

"Soka?" Kix's voice was laced with worry. What if it was his young torgruta commander. Could she be hurt?

The ring of Kix's light flashed a halo around the figure that stood in front of him, every detail was still caked in dark but the eyes seared right into him. Angry and scared.

And in an instant the figure fled.

Fled faster than Kix was expecting. He glanced over his shoulder once- nobody needed him now as everything was still under the light of the moons. The early moments before a battle always seemed the eeriest.

Kix ran into the darkness.

Footsteps seemed to reverberate off of every surface that was cloaked in darkness, Kix could barely see a few feet's in front of him. The snapping of branches filled his ears but he could never be certain if it was his own or not.

"Wait wait I won't hurt you I promise!" Kix tried calling into the darkness. "I can help. Are you hurt?"

Dead silence answered to his attempted calls. The air seemed to still as well and the movement stopped.

The visor of his helmet seemed to help in the dark but when there wasn't anything to see it didn't really matter.

For a split second Kix thought that maybe he could have imagined it, that the shadows duped his eyes and all he needed was a little rest.

Air hissed from somewhere in front of him, the familiar sound of a lightsaber ignited before Kix could even think of what to do next.

Red light bled over the landscape, illuminating everything in its path. Kix hands flew to his blasters like a reflex and was pointed with deadly accuracy.

The stories of many siths that Kix normally got from Anakin or Ahsoka replayed throughout his mind- he took a shaky step back.

But he didn't shoot, not right away. Maker if the Kaminoans could see him now Kix could only imagine the disapproving states. Kix has never been a good shot anyways.

The eerie glow casted over the figure in front of him, the lightsaber was held close to their body and shook ever so slightly.

This wasn't a sith, barely around Ahoska's size this was practically a child. A child with a dangerous laser sword that threatened to cut him down where he stood.

Kix let his blaster drop back to his side. A hand slowly came to the side of his bucket and with practiced ease Kix slowly took it up.

Setting both items near his feet he brought his hands back up to his face so the figure could see them perfectly. The look in their eyes however did not change.

What could have possibly gone through Kix’s mind to justify that this was a good idea?

“See? It’s alright.” It sounded as if Kix was trying his best to coax a wild loth cat, or something on a much bigger scale. “I promise see,” He shook his empty hands slightly. “Nothing I can do to hurt you.”

Something sounded a second later, as it caught up with his ears he realized it was the sound of someone crying. The light quaked over the grass as your hands shook a little more.

“I can’t do this.” It was the first time you spoke and Kix almost missed it. The sound could have been lost in the wind.

Kix inched ever so slowly over to where you firmly stood, the instinct to help others have never been blazing this high before.

“If you could just drop you saber a little and away from me I could help.” Kix barley stood 5 feet away from you now. The lighsaber could pierce through him if all you did was flick your wrist.

Your eyes cleared for a moment as if you were coming out of a deep thought. Stumbling a few steps back trying to mask yourself in the shadows once more.

“You can’t, you can’t help, you can’t-“ Kix heard the frantic rambles. “This- I wasn’t suppose to do this.” You spoke a little more clearly this time.

Kix looked at your staggered form, clearly something physical was bothering you and he couldn’t get walk away from it.

“Your hurt.” Kix spoke nice and slowly- his blaster along was his helmet were still resting in the spot that he stood before. “I could take a look if you wanted me too.”

The choice flashed across your eyes and Kix knew that maybe he could get somewhere. “How about I just call a few of my friends and they could help-“

You seemed to remeber the blade in your hands and brought it back up strongly in front of you. “No no no no no more.” You tried to plead with the man in front of you.

Kix nodded and lowered his comm quickly- clearly trust was a rocky road that could barley even be crossed.

He stared at you for a moment taking the sight in, a small looking person who he thought could look the age of Ahsoka stood with a weapon of the sith. The enemy.

Kix would always give help to those in need.

Your own glare returned to this strange man in front of you. The thought of your master being furious that you messed up yet another plan played through your mind.

You could have commed him, could have told the separatist army exactly where their camp was, but you didn’t. A feeling through the force made you stop, a feeling that seemed foreign in your mind.

Was it hope? Or was it the fear that had gotten you this far?

Against better judgment the light of your saber returned to its hilt. The blood red slowly drifted away leaving the two of you in the dark.

Fear racked you now more than ever. Hope was a dangerous game that you constantly played with but the solider in front of you radiated it.

Doubt plagued your mind, what if he did something, anything.

Through the thick paint of darkness you saw a smile spread across the clones face. “There you go.” He praised in a calm voice that barely reached a whisper. “I have some stickers back at the med tent if you want when we’re done.”

He normally got Ahsoka, Fives and Hardcase with that line, clearly it wouldn’t be that easy.

“I promise nothing will happen to you.” Kix took the hint and gave you a little more room. “I won’t let anything happen to you.

You stared once again at him until finally you spoke mimicking his whisper. “I don’t know what a sticker is.”

The smile spread on his face once again, one only you could have seen from the darkness. One that the two of you shared for what seemed like a lifetime.

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On today’s episode of things we need more of in the Clone Wars fandom: Hound!

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Kix x reader (gn)

summary: Kix takes care of you.

warnings: sick reader, mentions of almost throwing up, pain, taking meds

word count: ~780

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a/n: it's kinda a cliché but well, who wouldn't want kix to take care of you?

The first thing you feel that morning is your throbbing head, together with your sore throat and the pressure of snot in your nose.

Tiredly, you sigh before pulling the blanket tighter around your cold body.

You felt bad for a few days now and were clinging to the hope that the sickness wouldn't fully reach you, but, as you realized a few seconds ago, it did.

Coughing, you try to reach a tissue on your nightstand, failing miserably due to your hurting limbs.

After a few seconds of rest, you bundle your strength and try again, finally able to rip it from the box and clean your nose.

As you swallow unwillingly, your throat hurts awfully. Whimpering, you bury your face in your pillow. It has been a long time since you were sick and felt that bad.

You don't even try to stand up until noon. Busy with wallowing in self-pity, blowing your nose and otherwise trying to sleep, you haven't found the strength to care after yourself. You drank too little over the day, eating didn't even come to your mind, and standing up is only necessary because of your bladder.

When you look in the mirror, you almost startle yourself. A red nose, too pale skin and dark circles under your eyes. You look as bad as you feel.

With a heavy exhale, you decide to at least make you feel a bit better with brushing your teeth. This also doesn't really work because you feel like throwing up as soon as you put the brush in your mouth.

After some deep breaths and a high amount of concentration, you finish your job without emptying your (empty) stomach and decide to make your way back to the bed again.

Just as you start to walk back over to the bedroom, you suddenly hear keys in the door.

Confused, you lean on the wall, thinking about who would come in.

"Hello?" you hear the intruder call. A relieved sigh slips from your lips.

"Kix!" you whimper and almost start crying as soon as he steps into your sight.

"Mesh'la? What happened?" he asks, worried. As soon as he sees you, he immediately walks towards you, trying to take some of your weight.

"I'm sick 'n' everything hurts," you cough, whimpering because of the pain.

Carefully, Kix holds his cool hand against your too hot forehead. "Feels like a fever. Tell me about your other symptoms," he tells you, and immediately changes into medic-mode.

While he brings you over to the couch, you explain to him what is bothering you and how wrong everything feels.

Kix nods, listens carefully, and unpacks some of his things, making scans and taking your temperature. You feel bad. He just finished his shift in the med bay, and now he was to look after your coughing ass.

"I'm sorry," you murmur as he helps you lay down on the couch and tugs some blankets around you.

"About what?" he asks, confused. "For being sick. You don't have to look after me," you explain and exhale relaxed as soon as you're tucked in comfortably.

Kix raises his eyebrow confused, before shaking his head. "You don't feel good, of course I'll take care of you," he says and strokes a finger across your cheek. You just nod.

After a few seconds, he leaves your side and walks towards the kitchen. You hear him rummaging through some things, before he comes back with some medication and a glass of water.

"Take that, okay? Then you'll feel better soon," he murmurs and helps you take the medicine. "Have you eaten anything today?" is the next thing he asks as he slowly strokes your hair.

Closing your eyes, you shake your head and lean closer into his touch.

"Oh, Mesh'la..." he breathes, and you open your eyes again, looking at him guilty. You know how important it is to have a good nutrition income, especially when you're sick. Kix tells you that so often.

"I'm sorry, Kix. But I just... couldn't," you whisper again. Kix smiles at you, a soft, understanding glint in his eyes.

"I'm going to make you some soup, okay? Stay here, you'll feel better soon and call me, when you need something," he explains, tugging in the blanket a last time.

He gives you a small kiss on your forehead, before walking back into the kitchen. After some time, you feel how your eyes start to close again, and how a quiet and painless darkness starts to swallow you again.

Kix is here now. He will take care of you. Everything's going to be fine.

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my brain makes shortcut names sometimes and in my head Kix is forever and automatically called Kixy Stix (like pixie sticks)