#jessekix

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🤎 for Kix/Jesse (if you are still playing)

hi!!!!

established situationship, T, alcohol mention. canon compliant (sorry)

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

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“You have him?” 

“I have him.”

Kix crouches in front of Jesse, trying his best to not touch the disgusting floor of the alley. He didn’t have as much to drink as Jesse, but he’s had more than enough, and keeping his balance is harder than it should. 

He looks over his shoulder: Rex’s attempting to duck from under Jesse’s arm, but Jesse won’t let him go, his hand wrapped like a vice around Rex’s bicep. Rex is flushed and sweaty, his eyes bright, and when Jesse tugs him closer he rolls his eyes and allows it. Jesse smacks a kiss on his cheek, loud and wet and kind of gross, and Rex snorts. He smiles, big and wide and bright, and Kix feels something clench within his chest—it’s been a while since the last time he saw Rex smile like that.

He looks away, and when Jesse stumbles, Kix’s there to stop him from falling. He wraps his hands around his thighs, his fingers slipping slightly in the sleek fabric of Jesse’s dress greys, and then he stands up. Jesse’s arms wrap around his neck, and he rubs his unshaved jaw against Kix’s smooth one like a tooka. 

Kix starts the long, slow walk towards the barracks; Rex stays behind, cigarette already between his lips, his hands cupping the flame of his lighter. He paid for everyone’s drinks—Kix’s pretty sure the general gave him the money: Skywalker has known Jesse for a long, long time, almost as long as Kix and Jesse have known each other. Jesse’s chest is warm against Kix’s back, and Jesse’s lips are on his jaw, on his cheek, not quite kissing the skin.

“Are y’gonna stay tonight?” Jesse asks suddenly. Kix pauses in front of the turbolift, steps inside when the doors slide open. Jesse is heavy, but Kix’s carried heavier for longer, and—it’s fine.

“D’you want me to?”

Jesse sighs. They are alone in the lift—it’s so late it’s early, and anyway, lately most civvies avoid the area. Too many clones on leave, and too many shock troopers on duty.

“I always want you to stay,” Jesse says under his breath, his lips moving against Kix’s skin. He blinks away from his reflection, breaking his own gaze. 

Jesse’s very drunk. Kix knows he means it: that’s irrelevant. If Jesse were sober, he wouldn’t say it out loud. Kix clears his throat.

“You have a very early morning tomorrow,” Kix replies. And you’re very drunk. “Sure you want me to keep you up?”

Jesse says nothing, and after a while. The lift stops: Kix tugs Jesse higher over his hips and starts making his way towards the barracks. He can see them at the end of the street, huge and dark against Coruscant’s night sky. 

He’s beginning to think that Jesse’s fallen asleep when he shifts. “That’s not what I meant,” he grumbles. “And you know it.”

Kix presses his lips together. He nods at the boring troopers standing guard and steps inside. He blinks and makes a face when the lights come on, the sensors ticking as he walks towards the place where the 501st is billeted.

Jesse exhales. He starts shifting, trying to get off Kix’s back: Kix ignores him, ignores it, and doesn’t stop until they’re at Jesse’s cot. The long, dark room is quiet, mostly empty: most of the battalion is out in the city, making the best out of their leave. Kix unceremoniously dumps Jesse on top of his mattress, and then he kneels on the ground and starts unlacing Jesse’s boots. Jesse allows it, but Kix can feel the heat of his glare on the crown of his head.

After a beat, Kix sighs. He finishes tugging off Jesse’s boots and glances up at him: Jesse’s scowling, but he’s not actually angry.

“I’m sorry,” Kix says. He looks away, down at his own feet. He moves to sit down on the edge of Jesse’s cot, his thigh against Jesse’s hip. “I just—”

He trails off: he doesn’t even know how to explain it to himself.

“I know,” Jesse says. Kix blinks and glances up at him: Jesse’s shrugging out of his jacket, turning and shifting on the bed so that his head lies on the pillow. He’s looking at Kix with sad, liquid eyes: he’s already half-asleep.

Kix makes him drink some water, and then watches him until Jesse makes his sulking way through a stale civilian protein bar Kix finds in his locker.

And then it’s time to leave, to find his own bed, to sneak into someone else’s, and it wouldn’t be the first time but Kix finds he’s just not in the mood. It didn’t quite sink until that moment: Jesse really is leaving. Not forever, he’ll just be away for a few months, and then he’ll return, but he’s the only one left. Fives dead, Hardcase dead. Echo dead as well. Rex—well. Rex is Rex. 

“It’s only ARC training,” Jesse grumbles. He’s closed his eyes, and he’s lying on his side, his hands under his cheek like a child. There are chalky crumbs on his lips and on the pillow. “Don’t look so tragic.”

Kix huffs.

“Move over,” he says. Jesse blinks his eyes open.

Kix can feel Jesse’s gaze on him while he undresses, leaving his rumpled greys where they fall. He slides under the thin sheets, and then Jesse’s wrapping arms and legs around him, tucking his head under his chin. Kix sighs, tries and fails to breathe through the pressure on his breastbone, through the tightness in his throat, and falls asleep to Jesse’s lips on his throat.

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-5597 | Jesse/CT-6116 | Kix, CT-5597 | Jesse & CT-6116 | Kix Characters: CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-6116 | Kix, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Additional Tags: Fanon, Canon What Canon, Timeline What Timeline, Living in a Simulation, parallel dimensions, Breaking the Fourth Wall, escaping the simulation, existential clone troopers, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), clone shipping, implied everything, Established Relationship, Fluff, space time continuum, somehow the clones live, Humour, Kissing, getting the life they deserve Series: Part 1 of Jessie/Kix Summary:

Set in the world of Star Wars The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch… then again, perhaps it is not. Maybe, it is all a simulation? Perhaps an illusion created by someone else? The bard possibly? Trying to be clever? Yeah, this is it folks, the paradox!


Jesse/Kix pairing


A time travel short tale with an alternate universe inside of a modern setting and then beating the simulation kind of a situation happening, causing all kinds of shenanigans for the clones?


Inspired by the Existential Troopers by the Auralnauts (https://www.youtube.com/c/Auralnauts)

[raemanzu]

honestly hoping to finish the first draft of this hurt/comfort two-parter before the weekend so I can take care of real life things without feeling the overbearing need to get it all written down :P

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Hi! Could I request L with either jessix or the clone dads? I'm falling rather hard and fast with these pairings Haha ;)

L. A stolen kiss. 

“Thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seve―”

“Hey Kix!”

Jesse’svoice was way too close, and Kix let out a startled yelp when he opened hiseyes to find himself all but nose to nose with the other clone. Somehow, Jessehad managed to get on his back under Kix without the medic noticing orinterfering with Kix’s push-ups. He gave Kix a wide, shit-eating grin, and Kixscowled, straightening his arms to put a bit of distance between them.

“Jesse,what are you doing?”

“I missedyou,” Jesse replied, matter-of-fact.

Kix rolledhis eyes. “I saw you half an hour ago.”

“So? Istill miss you.”

“You’rein my way.”

Jessesmirked. “An accurate observation.”

“Go away.”

“Fine,fine. But first―” before Kix could reacted, Jesse jabbed the inside of Kix’selbow with a finger, making Kix curse as his arm buckled and he fell on top ofhis boyfriend.

“Jesse!”Kix shrieked, but Jesse only laughed, wrapped his arms around Kix’s waist, andflipped them so he was on top.

“Got you~”he sing-songed, and then kissed him.

So muchhappened at once that by the time Kix focused on the kiss enough to respond, Jesse was alreadygone, leaving Kix laying, winded, on his back, in the middle of the trainingroom.

“JESSE!”

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Oooh fuck I totally want to do this!!

Another Kiss Meme

// new & improved kiss meme with extra feels courtesy of a planning session with @spiritmark! 

Send a number + a pairing = get a kiss!

First kiss

Painful kiss

Sad kiss

Desperate kiss

Comfortable kiss

Tipsy kiss

Laughing kiss

In the dark kiss

‘We might die tomorrow’ kiss

‘You nearly died’ kiss

‘We’re actually being kind of silly for once’ kiss

A kiss that shouldn’t have happened

A kiss we had to wait for

‘I don’t have the words right now so here’s a kiss’

A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore

Teasing kisses on every bit of visible skin

Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away

Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long

Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer

Kisses because everything hurts right now including being loved by you but you’re also the only thing that makes it feel better

[cabezadeperro]

Jesse and Kix? Either platonic or shippy with uuhmmm 27?

hi!!! thanks for asking!!

the first song i got was extremely sad, so i rolled again. might end up writing that other fic as well.

into your heart by young electra, missed scene during the war, set around the beginning of clone wars season 7. established relationship, dread and haircuts, etc. 659w

Tell me I can stay, here in your heart (don't go away) / Know that I am coming, coming into your heart (don’t dance away)

“You sure?”

Kix looks at him through the mirror. He lifts his eyebrows, amused and impatient at once. Their shower room is loud, busy, but they’re used to it, if not to this. Jesse pokes him on the back of his neck with the cold, still end of the razor and snorts when Kix scowls and swipes at him. He dances away but the hit connects on his thigh, and it stings even through his blacks. 

“Yeah,” Kix says. It’s not the first time. “It’s too long, I don’t have the time to keep it up, so on and so forth.”

Jesse bites his lips, trying and failing not to smile. “But, really, Kix. Are you sure, sure?”

Kix’s hair is longer than the regs say but not that long: it’s barely starting to curl. And, anyway, Jesse’s seen him take care his stupid, overly complicated hairstyle in sieges and with a broken wrist for more than two years.

“Yes. I am sure.”

Jesse hums. He clicks the razor on, clicks it off, and laughs when Kix groans and bends upon himself, resting his elbows on his knees. His matted, too-long curls catch the light of the fluorescents on the ceiling. There’s a line of grime high up on his neck, slashing the brown skin in half. Blood, dust, dry sweat. Tibanna residue and dirt. 

There’s also a bruise high up on his back. It half-disappears under one of his tattoos—a shoulder piece, blocky and harsh; it’s very pretty—but Jesse kind of wants to place his palm on the green-purple starburst. The skin will be warm and tacky and, most importantly, it’ll be Kix’s.

He opens his mouth, the questions heavy on his tongue—why him, why now—and then shrugs, hisses out a breath.

He clicks the razor on again and starts it on the uneven curls. It takes him minutes: it’s so much easier than shaving his own head.

Kix could be doing this himself. Even if he doesn’t want to keep his old hairstyle anymore, for whatever reason, he knows how to cut his own hair. Jesse bites at his cheek and keeps his eyes on his friend’s hair, the machine buzzing contentedly in his right hand, his left on Kix’s warm shoulder, the bare skin smooth under his touch, barely grazing his collarbone. He thinks he can feel Kix’s heartbeat on the pads of his fingers, and he swallows, because it’d be very easy to slide his hand lower and do it properly. He could lean closer, lean on Kix’s back, let it rest over Kix’s chest. He’s missed him: they don’t see each other as often since Jesse got sent to Kamino to become an ARC.

Jesse clears his throat and clicks off the razor. “Done,” he says. Kix blinks. He seems to shake himself. He rakes his fingers through his newly cut hair, tugs at the reg-length curls, sighs. Something flashes in his dark eyes and then he’s already turning on the bench to look at Jesse, small smile on his face, still gritty with dustside dirt and other people’s blood. There’s a tiny scratch on his cheekbone, already scabbed over, and when Jesse brushes it with his knuckles, he blinks and winces. 

“I got that on the way back to the ship,” he sighs. Jesse snorts. “Kriffing pilots.”

Kix hooks dirty fingers in the waistband of Jesse’s blacks and tugs; Jesse goes—can’t imagine ever not going—and then it’s his mouth on Jesse’s, lips dry.

“Thanks,” Kix says. He clears his throat and looks away. Jesse watches him, brow furrowed. He’s hiding something.

“No problem,” he replies instead. Kix smiles up at him, mouth tight around the corners, eyes fluttering all over Jesse’s face. “I’ll miss the hair, though.”

Kix snorts, rolling his eyes. He pushes Jesse away and stands up: something pops in his back and he winces. 

“You’ll live,” he tells Jesse over his shoulder, eyes glittering, fond, already on his way towards the showers.

[raemanzu]

this weekend has been way too short and I’m trying not to think too hard about work lol -buries self in star wars-

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*snickering*

Poppa Bear

Okay, I 100% blame Brooklyn nine-nine for this. Just a little Jessix in s&c au thanks to Terry Jeffords saying the name Poppa Bear makes him feel strong in the episode ‘The Slaughterhouse’.  Also available on ao3.

Fives and Jesse were hanging out near the bar at the club, just relaxing before the night started to get busy.

Kix swaggered over, with little extra swing in his hips, that Fives was pretty sure he only added when he knew Jesse was watching.

He beelined straight for Jesse, trailed a finger under his chin as he circled around him, “Gonna meet me after the set, Poppa Bear?”

“You better believe it,” Jesse answered, turning his head to follow Kix, “Poppa Bear needs his sugar.”

Well, the nickname ‘Kixystix’ just took on a whole new meaning.

The laughter that trailed after Kix as he walked away could only be described as the tinkling of chimes in the wind.

“Poppa Bear, huh?” Fives asked after Kix was out of earshot.

Jesse was still following Kix with his eyes, “Yeah. We tried daddy, we both hated it. Too weird. Poppa Bear makes me feel strong.”

Fives made a thoughtful face. “Whatever floats your boat, Poppa Bear.”

“Ouch! Fuck!” Fives yelled after Jesse punched him in the arm, not even looking at him.

“See? Strong.” Jesse winked at him before walking away.

Fives rubbed his arm, glaring after him. He would deny sticking his tongue out at him until the day he died.

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A three sentence fic prompt for you: Jesse/Kix, Superhero AU

Guess who’s trying to go through all the stuff in her inbox (finally)?!

“Easy there,” a voice said, as Jesse wrapped his arms tight around the neck of the person who had just caught him from falling off the top of KRIFFING BUILDING, how was this his life, “I won’t drop you, but are you alright?”

Slowly, Jesse opened his eyes, only to find himself gaping at the man who’s arms he was in.

“I…I need to get pushed off building more often, if it means I get to meet you.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @the-dragongirl !!!!!

I hope you have a fantastic day, friend!

You asked for JesseKix, so here you go! I hope you enjoy it!

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Ahhhhh I love this!!!

Tide pool

I’m in love with @the-last-hair-bender ‘s wonderful Coppertail story and I LOVE the spinoff with fisherman Cody and the side of Echo/Fives that I’m really reallyyyy happy happened. Go read it, it’s awesooome. Mermen AUs are a real weakness of mine, and it’s been gnawing at my mind for several days, so. I got the-last-hair-bender authorisation to play in her sandbox (seabox ?) and I present you more mermen clones :) I hope I did her truly amazing work and worldbuilding justice ! Under a cut, it got long !

Keep reading

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Because I have it in my head, I want you to think of Jesse singing Britney Spears' 'All I want(this year)' to Kix in front of literally everyone. Enjoy that image. I know I am.

Omg YES

So cute~

Also, I submit to you, Jesse singing this to Kix, being very dramatic, and dropping on his knees, hands clasping in front of him on “give me the news”.

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Great Big Sea

So apparently today is Puns is dying from Fett/Clone feels so

I’ve been listening to A LOT of Great Big Sea today, since I love it, but also they are from Newfoundland so I’ve been using it to write The Call of Salt and Sand too, and now a lot of the songs are giving me feels. I highly recommend listening to the following:

Something Beautiful - Okay this is such an Obi-Wan song, I can’t even stress that enough. Just listen to it, think of him, and maybe cry a little.

Stumbling In - ULTIMATE OBIANIDALA SONG, from Anakin to Obi-Wan and Padme.

The Jolly Butcher - I have a desperate need for the 501st sitting around, and Jesse and Hardcase singing this, and somehow getting Kix to play/sing for the maid.

Shines Right Through - Another Anidala song, from when they were young and stupid and in love.

Beat the Drum - Another song I can see the clones singing, to keep up morale and stuff.

I’m A Rover - Another song I desperately need Jesse starting, with the others joining in on the chorus, and Kix somehow agree (again) to play/sing the girl. I picture LOTS over-dramatic over-acting.

Goin’ Up - I don’t know why, but I can’t shake this as a modern au Fett family song. Like, in some musical or something. I dunno.

The Chemical Worker’s Song - So many clone feels.....

Fast As I Can - This gives me TINDD ObiQui feels.

Rant & Roar - This is the song I’ve modified for the upcoming TINDD chapter. I posted the singing snippit a while back.

How Did We Get From Saying I Love You - Qui-Gon live au! ObiQui feels. Obi-Wan is hurt and angry after Naboo (fairly enough) and while he quickly warms to Anakin, he withdraws from Qui-Gon, who only realizes what a fucking massive mistake he’s made once it seems like it’s too late to fix it.

Clearest Indication - More ObiQui feels, though kind of ObiRex too....

I couldn’t find good videos for all the songs, but they are all on Spotify.

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KixJesse prompt: Kix demonstrating the benefits of massage.

This was fun~ Thank you for this prompt, Lace!

“Kix,this is weird.”

“Wouldyou stop complaining? And relax.”

Jessehuffed, pillowing his head against his folded arms and tried to do as he wastold. Kix’s hands were on his shoulders, nimble fingers pressing againstknotted and tense muscles.

“This isstill weird.” He grumbled, closing his eyes despite himself.

“Do youwant me to stop?” Kix asked, voice dripping with sarcasm, even as he worked ata particularly tense knot under Jesse’s left shoulder blade.

Jessehissed, the sound morphing into a low groan. “Oh gods, no, no. I’ll shut up.”

Softlaughter reached his ears, but Jesse paid it not heed, focusing only the touchesagainst his skin, as Kix’s hands worked their way down his back. Kix worked inrelative silence, and the only noises the fill their small bunk were the soundsof both their breathing, and the soft noises of pleasure Jesse was making moreand more regularly.

Kixgrinned at the sight. He had Jesse’s hips bracketed with his knees, and thewide, tanned expanse of his boyfriend’s back spread out below him. He pressedthe heels of his palms into the curve of the other man’s back, one on eitherside of his spine, thumbs pressing slow circles against the skin. The noise hewas rewarded with a nothing less than sinful, and Kix’s grin grew all thewider, and a touch predatory.

He beganto go slower, trailing light touches along Jesse’s spine and tracing randompatterns against his skin in between working at the tense muscles. Movingfurther down the bunk, he pressed his thumbs against Jesse’s pelvis, wrappinghis fingers around the sides of his hips as he massaged small circles.

Kix didnot miss the way Jesse’s soft groan grew breathy at the end, or the way hiships jerked under Kix’s hands. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss the nape ofhis lover’s neck. “Good?”

Jesse’sresponse was choked, and a shiver ran down his spine. “I..God…yeah. Reallygood.”

“Mm.Good.” Kix pressed another kiss to the tanned neck, and then began to trailthem down the length of the other man’s spine, one on each vertebra. Jessetwitched. Kix laughed, low and soft, and the ran his hands all the way up Jesse’sback, fingers splayed, sliding under him to move back down his chest.

Jessewhined. “I’m…I’m pretty sure this isn’t part of a massage.”

“Who’sthe medic here, me, or you?” Kix purred, leaning in once again to catch theshell of Jesse’s ear between his teeth, drawing a sharp breath and a jerk ofJesse’s hips beneath him. “And besides, are you complaining?”

No. No,he most certainly was not, Jesse thought, even as he struggled for coherency –a battle he was losing most definitely.

Kix pressed a kiss to the crookof his neck, biting slightly, and Jesse pressed his face into the pillow. Ohgods. Massages. Great idea.