My Sunshine is Sleeping

When Kix lost you, his whole world shattered.

A/N: Uhmm..I wanted to write a little angst and then it just got real dark. Oops...

Warnings: Reader death. Blood. War. Mentions of panic attacks. Hurt with no comfort. (Maybe a teeny bit of comfort at the end of you squint)

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The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Kix was truly happy. The campaign had gone well, there were minimal casualties, and you were beside him. Lying next to you, feeling the rise and fall of your chest against his own, Kix wished for an end to the war. If it were up to him, he'd never leave your side again. He placed a kiss to your forehead, chuckling as a sigh of contentment parted your lips with a small, sleepy smile.

"I don't know how I got to be so lucky, cyar'ika," he whispered. Kix pulled you closer as though to shield you from the world with his own body. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "I love you, cyare." He placed his arm around you so that his hand rested on your chest. He froze. Instead of caressing the smoothness of your skin, his hands were met with a hot, sticky liquid that Kix knew all too well.

Terrified, he jumped up, turning the lights on. There was so much blood. Too much. It coated his hands, drying beneath his nails. It coated his chest. Panic bubbled through his core. "Cyare!? Cyare, you... you're bleeding!"

This wasn't supposed to happen here. This was your bedroom, not a battlefield. How did this happen?

He couldn't see your face, you'd turned your back to him, hunched over, trying to relieve the pain. The sheets turned crimson. Kix's face turned pale. Instantly, the paralyzing horror snapped to the professional, practiced job he was trained for.

"Cyar'ika, show me where you're bleeding! What hurts?" he cried, preparing to race to your side.

But Kix found that he couldn't move.

Screaming in frustration, he reached for the bed pulling and wrenching at his own limbs desperate to reach his beloved, but it seemed as if the ground itself was slowly sucking him down deeper and deeper into it's inky black void.

"Cyar'ika!" he screamed. "No! Let me go! Let me help her!"

Soft sobs echoed in the room, coming from the bed. From you.

Kix's heart turned to ice, terror flooding his veins as you twisted, facing him. It was as if he'd been ejected from the air lock, like all the air in the room had been sucked away. You were bleeding heavily from a wound to your chest. Maker, it was so much blood. With shaky hands you reached out for him.

"Where were you, Kix?" Your tears mixed with the blood flowing down your agonized face.

The words were only a whisper falling from your lips now, heartbreak lining every contour of your stained face: "Help me, Kix."

You coughed as blood bubbled from your lips.

"Cyare I'm coming! Hold on! Please!" he begged. His throat burned as he screamed, flailing, pulling muscles trying to reach you. But you were so far away, and Kix was slowly sinking into the ground.

"I was scared, Kix. I called for you but you didn't come!" Your ghostly voice grew louder and with a final burst of energy you screamed. "You killed me Kix! It's your fault.

All his fault.

Kix's body shook as he lay on the ground, the strength of his own limbs had long since depleted. Heaving sobs wracked his broken body.

"I couldn't save you. I tried so hard. I was too late. I'm so sorry, cyar'ika, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

In a flash of lightning you were in his arms again as he cradled your lifeless body in his arms not caring that the battle around him was still raging. Thunder rumbled as rain poured down as if the sky itself was weeping. Maybe it was. Maybe the galaxy itself was weeping - both for you and tragedy of war itself. He screamed.

Kix blinked and then he was in the barracks. His head hurt and the pillow beneath his face was wet. Breathe. Breathe.

Rex, his Captain - his friend - knelt in front of him, placing heavy hands on his shoulders.

"Kix! Look at me, Kix." He commanded, stern but his eyes were sad. Worried.

"You have to let her go, vod." the Captain said. His voice was gentle, yet still commanding. A good leader took care of his men. "She wouldn't want you to live like this, vod. Let her go. In time you will heal."

But when I woke dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried

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I just found THE GREATEST THING EVER

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My friend invited me to this Discord channel called Midjourney and basically you give an idea to an AI and it generates a piece of artwork. And let me tell you....no...let me show you:

https://discord.gg/midjourney

1.) Prompt: The Mandalorian carrying a cat in his arms

2.) Prompt: Clone Wars Captain Rex but his head is a cat

3.) Prompt: Boba Fett is a cat

4.) Prompt: Boba Fett holding a cat

Please check this out you guys. I am dying 😂😂😂

I'm gonna do The Bad Batch as cats next and IT WILL BE GLORIOUS

Good Soldiers

Orders are orders and Jesse is a good soldier.

A/N: Just something that popped into my head.

Warnings: Order 66. General angst?

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Jesse's hands were shaking.

Why you? Why did it have to be you?

He was an ARC trooper; his hands didn't shake, they just didn't. He had orders. Kill the Jedi. But why did the Jedi in front of him have to be you?

You stood there frozen, just staring down the barrel of his gun.

"Jesse? What's wrong?" You looked behind you to see what he was aiming at. There wasn't anything there. Logically, that would mean he was aiming at you. But, that couldn't be. Not Jesse. "I'm your protector, cyar'ika. I'm yours and you're mine." Jesse wouldn't ever hurt you, would he?

On any other day, your voice would have been sweet music to his ears, warming his very soul. Today it brought fear, anger, and confusion. Today your voice brought pain that Jesse could feel all the way down to his toes. Traitor. How could you?

"Jesse?" you called again. The usual confidence in your tone wavered. "Jesse what's going on? What are you doing?"

Orders are orders. Orders are orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

"I..." Jesse swallowed, a feeling of betrayal washing over him like the cold ocean waves of Kamino. His hands shook. He was angry - angry and yet heartbroken.

"You - you're a traitor!" he spat. He let the rage grip him tight between it's claws because the alternative would break him. Jesse was an arc trooper; he couldn't afford to be broken.

"Jesse, I don't know what you're talking about!" The confusion in your voice had turned to shock.

Jesse narrowed his eyes. " You are in direct violation of Order 66. All Jedi will be executed for treason."

"Jesse," you pleaded, hand moving slowly to the lightsaber at your side. "This isn't you! I don't know what's going on so please help me understand!"

Jesse saw your movements. "Freeze! Hands where I can see them!"

You froze obediently and slowly lifted your hands up in surrender. "Jesse you know me! I'm not a traitor. Don't you remember? Don't you remember us?"

Good soldiers follow orders.

"You mean nothing to me."

Good Soldiers....

Jesse blinked at the sudden pain in his head. Memories flashed behind his eyes.

Your lips pressed hard against his. They were soft and tasted of strawberries. He touched you everywhere, exploring everything as you did the same to him. This was a new experience for the both of you. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Mesh'la." A firey passion set your eyes ablaze as you rode him for the first time. "You are perfect. You feel so good."

His grip on the blaster faltered. You let out a shaky breath that you weren't even aware you were holding and you rushed towards him.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Kill the Jedi.

"Get back!" He commanded, raising the blaster once again. You froze again, stumbling backwards. Jesse was close enough to hear the breath catch in your throat. You were afraid. You, a Jedi, were scared of him, a clone. Fear meant guilt. Guilt meant that Jesse had a job to do.

Good soldiers follow orders.

He raised his head looking you dead in the eyes. Your eyes were wide, tears leaving lines carved faintly down your cheeks. You smelt like strawberries.

Something snapped in Jesse's chest. He gasped stumbling back a step, hands flying to his head.

Good soldiers....

Good...

"No! Please y/n, get away from me! Run! I don't want to hurt you! Please!"

You were fierce in battle, flying effortlessly through the air raining down chaos as you spun, cutting through droid after droid. You were observant.

"Did you know that you clench your teeth when you're concentrating?"

"Can't say I've noticed, General."

You could be so serious at times. So professional, yet there was that cheeky grin you flashed him as you punched a droid in the face. You were compassionate, holding the hand of a brother in pain; brave as you carried a child to safety while the world blew up around you. You were loyal when Jesse fell and you shielded him with your own body, and you were beautiful when you kissed him.

"Fight it Jesse! I'm not leaving you!"

Good soldiers....

He had to fight but it was so hard. The pain in his head nearly blinded him.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Make the pain stop.

Jesse screamed as he felt the electric grasp of a stun bolt hit his chest.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Get up.

Fight.

Another blast and Jesse fell. You caught him before he hit the ground.

"I'm going to help you, Jesse. We can find a way out. Just the two of us. I promise."

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Ghosts of You

A long lost friend guides you home

A/N: I was accidentally thinking sad things again. Sorry.

Warnings: Reader is dying. Death. Sadness.

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The bright white walls of the medbay seemed duller tonight. It was always so cold in here - so lonely. You didn't think you'd be alone when you died, and you knew you were; the pain had dulled a while ago, giving way to a strange, heavy numbness. There were no bright lights beckoning, no angelic choirs, no one calling through the Force. You were truly alone.

"Hey, pretty girl." a familiar voice called from the doorway. You jumped, turning your head towards the voice you knew so well - a voice you hadn't heard in quite some time.

"Hardcase!?"

His honey eyes twinkled with that warm, cheeky smile you missed so much. "I'm here, baby. It's been a long time."

"How...?"

He sat on the bed next to you, laying a finger on your lips, and winked. "I waited for you. Just like you asked. It's time to come home now, Mesh'la. I'm so proud of you."

"I missed you so much!" your voice cracked, tears trickling down the sides of your cheeks. He watched them sadly. You felt safe now. The sharp white chaos of the medbay had given way to a quiet peace. Hardcase was here. Truly here. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all.

"I know, baby. I missed you too." He held out his hand with a twinkle in his eye, silently asking for yours.

"One last adventure, Mesh'la?"

"I'd follow you anywhere, Hardcase."

"Well come on then, General. My brothers are waiting."

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The Tragedy of a Lothcat

Crosshair reflects on his situation and finds himself alone.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this up. I'm gonna try to get prompt #6 up soon. Whumptober 2022 Prompt #7: The Way You Shake and Shiver (Shaking Hands)

Warnings: Angst. Lots of Crosshair angst. Sad Crosshair. Angry Crosshair. Contemplative Crosshair. Also, I don't know crap about lothcats so I hope it sounds ok 😂

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The lothcat perched silently in the trees surveying the field below. His sharp, reflective eyes caught even the slightest shiver in the undergrowth. The lothcat was patient. He waited; his prey would come to him. He was a hunter. From his perch, the lothcat could see far. His ever-watchful eyes saw all within it's land.

Crosshair wasn't sure why one of Tech's random lectures was stuck in the forefront of his mind at a time like this. He wasn't sure why he suddenly thought of the night when they'd all gathered around a campfire in the woods, relaxing after a particularly difficult mission. That night was special. It was one of the few moments in Crosshair's life where he felt truly content. Truly happy. So now, kneeling in the pouring rain, Crosshair contemplated the life of a lothcat. How simple would it be to exist only for the thrill of the hunt - to exist only to survive. Simple, yet sad.

The loth cat was fierce. Loyal. He was a solitary creature. Though they often stalked alone, a pack of lothcats protected eachother. They provided for their young. Where one lingered, the others were sure to be nearby. They were solitary, but not alone.

Crosshair had the eyes of a lothcat. It was part of what made him good at what he did. He could see further than any regular clone, further than most species. He was patient. Crosshair was observant and detail oriented. He saw things that most people missed. So why hadn't he see this coming?

The lothcat had a strong and steady grip. His paws slunk silently through the tree with talons curled like fingers around it's branches as he lay in wait. His footsteps were light, stealthy and silent.

Crosshair had the grip of a lothcat. His steady hands held his rifle to line up the perfect shot. His nimble fingers built the modifications that made the rifle his own. The grasp in which he held his brothers was strong, protective and loving - though he dare not say it aloud. So why were his hands shaking?

Crosshair found himself without his pack. He felt his own guilt sharp like the burn of a blaster, and grief weighed heavy on his chest, filling his lungs until he could hardly breathe. He felt crushed under the shame of actions that weren't entirely his own, actions that he'd tried so hard to fight. The angry and heartbroken faces of his brothers appeared with each flash of lightning in the sky. He felt helpless - broken and torn by the shrapnel of a shattered life - and for the first time since he was a cadet, Crosshair cried. His only solace was in the fact that the rain could hide his tears.

When a lothcat found his prey, he pounced. A pride of lothcats could tear any threat apart with ease. With his pack behind him watching his back, the lothcat would able to feast on a meal in peace. With no pack, there was no one to warn him of approaching danger, no one to watch his back. A truly solitary lothcat wouldn't last long in the wild.

And this was the tragedy of a lothcat and the downfall of a solitary hunter. He wasn't meant to be alone.

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Stay

Your Captain Rex would trade his life for your if he could.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm advance for this. (Actually no I'm not 😂) Whumptober 2022 #5. Prompt: Every Whumpee's Needs (Blood Loss)

Warnings: Blood and a lot of angst.

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"I can't breathe. I can't breathe!" you choked, desperately trying to make sense of the overwhelming pain and panic washing over you.

"Easy kid, just look at me." the familiar voice of your clone captain spoke calmly. "In and out, in and out." Rex's hands pressed hard against your stomach, desperately trying to stop the endless flow of blood. You bucked against him with a strangled cry as he pressed harder, your eyes wide with pain and fear darting down to his hands and the mess that they covered.

"Hey. Hey, keep looking at me. Keep your eyes up here, sweetheart. Keep breathing with me." Rex took a breath to show you but also to calm his own nerves. Damn it, keep it together man. He shook his head in an effort to rid himself of the emotions that threatened to take control. No! he thought, chastising himself, You've done this before. You've seen worse. Get a grip! But it hadn't been you before. Fear bubbled in his chest again threatening to drown him in your panicked, shallow breaths. You're a soldier. A force damned captain of the Grand Army of the Republic! Just stop. Keep pressure. Breathe. The tightness in his chest let up a bit as he forced himself to chuck the emotions behind.

"Captain?" you groggily rasped as you looked up at him with worried eyes. "Are you ok? Are - are we gonna be ok?" Damnit. He felt his heart swell. You were actually worried about him. You lay in his arms bleeding out and yet YOU were the one asking if HE was doing ok. Maker, that's why he loved you - one of the many reasons he loved you.

"I'm alright, Mesh'la. I'm okay and you're gonna be just fine. Help is coming and you know Kix, he'll fix you up nice and good." Force be damned, he'd kill General Grievous and the whole kriffing droid army himself if that would make the reinforcements come faster. "Just hold on for me, cyar'ika. You're doing so well."

You smiled weakly up at him, feeling something warm dribble from the corner of your lips. You weren't scared anymore. A sudden calm lay over you like a blanket. You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay - that you weren't hurting anymore. "Rex..." your voice came in a whisper.

"I'm right here, cyar'ika"

"I love you."

Rex felt as if he'd just swallowed an iceberg.

"I love you too, Mesh'la. Keep those pretty eyes open for me. I can hear the gunships. Just hold on. Stay with me and when you're better and the war is over, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You smiled at that. You could hear the gunships too. Your rescue. But you knew they wouldn't make it in time. Rex knew it too deep down, but he'd go to the nine Corellian hells and back before giving up on you.

"Almost there, cyar'ika. Almost home."

But you were home.

Lying in your captain's arms, you were home. His scent - warm like smoke from a campfire and cool like gun metal - wrapped around you like a robe. Only one fleeting thought drifted through your mind as you slipped away. Captain Rex would be alone.

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Running Home

Captain Rex writes a letter home. Part of the "If I Don't Make it Back" series.

Warnings: General angst? First time writing Captain Rex

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