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han | 19 | any pronouns

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about me — ᨳଓ .

hi! i'm han, welcome to my blog

i'm starting a star wars blog to try and get back into writing and to dedicate my time to something that isn't uni (lol).

name: han age: 19 pronouns: any sexuality: bi/pan nationality: canadian

i plan to write mainly hcs and short fics, xreader. if any of you would like to talk feel free to dm me, just know i'm not the best at answering~ also, feel free to send asks!

you can check out my masterlist here.

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501st hcs: catching you in a lie — ᨳଓ

501st!clones x gn!reader hcs – catching you in a lie

synopsis: based on the following prompt – “you’re a terrible liar.” fluff/crack mostly.

featured clones: rex, fives, jesse, hardcase, kix, tup, dogma

warnings: none :) 

wc (total): 4.4k

.✦ ݁˖ rex (647 words)

was this a terrible idea? yes. were you going to do it anyways? also yes.

rex told you that the 501st’s next job was a simple one. they needed to return to ryloth a month after its liberation, to help deliver some supplies. the damage that the separatists had done hit the planet hard, and they had requested republic resources to help speed up the process of reparations. even though that was usually not a job for the 501st, rex had been telling you how grateful he was to finally catch a small break after back-to-back intense missions, where he had to watch so many of his brothers perish every time.

since he had made it sound like a low-stakes mission, you figured there would be no problems if you just… showed up. he was always telling you about how much he regrets that he gets almost no time to spend with you. well, here was your chance to remedy that, and you were going to take it. 

even though you’re fairly certain that you were ripped off, since no ride should cost that many credits, you hitched the next ship to ryloth. the closer you get to your destination, the more excited you get, imagining the look on his face when he realizes.

meanwhile, rex was not having such a great time. he was growing tired of hearing the 501st spend so much time complaining. “they’re wasting us! we should be on the front lines,” fives protests, earning a cheer from jesse and hardcase. “you lot should be grateful. you’ll get enough of the front lines. this is probably the first and last time we’re getting sent on a mission like this,” rex reasons, exasperated. poor man just wants a break.

the drop off goes well, with no unpleasant surprises. rex feels warm looking at all the citizens smiling as he hands them supplies, grateful that he gets to play a role in protecting people like these. 

a child comes and grabs his hand, pulling him away. rex laughs and lets himself get carried away, just this time. he follows the child deep into the capital, who is clearly insistent on dragging him somewhere specific. the child stops in front of a small cart with sweets. 

“oh, you want me to get you candies,” rex says, mostly to himself. although he doesn’t have many credits on him, he does what he can, buying the child a few lollipops. the child thanks him and runs off, and rex watches them go, smiling and shaking his head.

“excuse me kind sir, could you buy me some sweets as well?” he freezes, slowly turning his head to meet your gaze. he blinks once, twice, but you’re still there. 

he wants to do so many things: hug you, kiss you, ask where you came from, why you’re here. but instead, he decides to humour you. “of course, what kind would you like? if i remember correctly, gummies are your favourite,” he says, fishing for credits in a pocket somewhere. your brow furrows “i’m sorry sir, but i don’t think we know each other.”

rex can’t stop himself any longer. he grabs you and pulls you into a hug so tight, you get lifted off the ground a little. “next time you try to lie to someone, don’t smile so much,” he mumbles into your hair. as he puts you down, you fake offence. “are you saying i’m a bad liar?” “no, i’m saying you’re a terrible one,” he says. he still can’t believe it, that you’re here. he’s so grateful, he can’t stop smiling.

after buying you both some candy, he takes your hand and brings you to the top of a hill, where you two watch the sunset together. he spends the evening listening to you talk about how you got to ryloth and kissing you every five seconds, thanking you over and over for giving him the best surprise ever.

.✦ ݁˖ fives (496 words)

maybe it was the weather, or maybe you were just burnt out. whatever it was, your energy had massively dipped. everything started feeling a little emptier, and you felt like you couldn’t do anything about it. 

fives, of course, had noticed. he may not always pick up on little details, but he can read energies like a psychic. and he’s determined to help you feel better by any means possible.

he doesn’t get a lot of time with you, but he’s going to make it work. when he finds out he’s getting a day where the 501st aren’t doing anything, he gets straight to work. 

he stops to pick up your favourite food, get you some fuzzy socks, and a new movie for the two of you to watch. he writes you a card, even if it’s a little rushed because he had to ask the cashier for a pen and didn’t want to hold up the line. 

his hands are full when he knocks at your door. when you open the door, your face immediately lights up. “fives!” you exclaim, jumping into a hug. he chuckles. “i’d love to hug you back, darling, but my hands are a little full.”

once he’s settled, he shows you all the things he got, one by one. he gives you a kiss between each one, too. when he’s done he says, “now come on, the food’s getting cold.” and with that, the two of you enjoy the movie he got while eating the yummy food. 

once the movie’s over, and the food is long gone, fives makes you look at him. “what’s going on with you?” he asks, careful not to sound too intense. you look away, the words refusing to leave your throat. “nothing. i just…” you trail off. fives just shakes his head a little, pulling you into a hug. “you’re a terrible liar, you know. but you don’t have to talk right now if you don’t want to,” he reassures.

after that, he takes care of everything, while letting you rest under a blanket wearing the new socks he got for you. he does the dishes, cleans the countertops, and even does your laundry. he puts effort into cleaning the bathroom, kitchen and your bedroom properly, knowing that a clean space can make all the difference. if you try to help him he’ll straight out refuse, forcing you to remain grounded on the couch.

and when he’s all done, he takes a quick shower and carefully lifts you off the sofa, taking you to bed. he tucks you both into the covers, kissing you softly and whispering sweet nothings. he tells you all the things he loves about you, and how proud he is of you. he’ll tell you why he believes in you and how you make his life better. and then he’ll listen to you talk about how you’re feeling, and go to sleep holding you tight, saying “i’m always here for you.”

.✦ ݁˖ jesse (590 words)

jesse’s so drunk, you don’t even know how he’s standing. to be fair, bringing him here wasn’t one of your greatest ideas, but it was his fault for getting so wasted.

you thought that he needed to wind down. being home wasn’t working; the war was weighing too heavily on his shoulders. you saw what the trauma was doing to him, and since he refused to address it directly, you decided that you needed to distract him. but this is more than you imagined.

he’s so loud when he laughs, sounding borderline maniacal. you join him on the floor, dancing with him, if only out of concern that he’s going to trip and fall any moment. he looks a little too happy as he spins you around, and you decide enough is enough. 

“jesse, we need to go,” you yell, trying to be heard over the loud music and chatter. he whines, “but i don’t wanna. i’m having fun.” you take his hand, slowly dragging him to a quiet corner. “i know,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “but it’s late. don’t you want cuddles?” now you’ve piqued his interest. as he says, “oh yeah, let’s go,” he stumbles forward, and you struggle to catch his 200 lbs of muscle. 

it takes you way too long to get him out of there. you have to half-drag him, and on top of that, he kept whining about going back every two seconds. when you finally make it out of the club, the two of you take a deep breath at the same time. for you, it’s to steel yourself for the task of getting you both home in one piece. for him, he’s just enjoying the outside air. 

as you two stand against the wall, waiting for the next taxi, he looks over at you. his hungry gaze travels up, then down, then up again. you catch him before you can do anything, shutting him down, “not here, and definitely not now. you’re wasted,” you scold him. he frowns a little, but doesn’t argue.

once the taxi finally arrives, you manage to get him to stumble in. the ride home is entertaining, to say the least, since he made it his mission to comment on every vehicle you passed. “that speeder looks old, they should buy a new one.” then he looked to the sky. “the ships all look so small from here,” he giggles. you just shake your head, smiling at his antics.

miraculously, you manage to get him inside, and in bed. you then get ready for bed yourself, and when you leave the refresher, you expect him to have passed out already. but he’s still awake, waiting for you to join him. 

“finally,” he mutters when you join him under the covers. you lay on your side, facing him. “you’re such a hassle, you know.” “i’m your hassle,” he says cheekily, “and you love me for it.” you roll your eyes, “no, i hate you. now go to sleep,” you chide, pushing his forehead lightly. 

he grabs your arm and pulls you on top of him, so your faces are inches from one another. “you’re a terrible liar,” he whispers. with one hand on the back of your head, he guides your lips to his, kissing you intensely. his tilts his head, trying to deepen the kiss, when you pull back. “nuh uh, you’re drunk,” you say, pushing yourself off him. he groans, “fine. but at least cuddle with me.” and you laugh, happy to oblige.

.✦ ݁˖ hardcase (783 words)

the best thing about being with hardcase was that there was never a dull moment. he always had something funny to say, some new thing for the two of you to try, some new item on his bucket list. but your reactions to his antics had only emboldened him overtime, which meant that his ego had grown exponentially. he now wholeheartedly believed that he was the most funny, charming, handsome and fun person you knew, which was true. but you needed to humble him. (#putmenintheirplace)

so you decide to spend a day pretending that he’s not amusing in the slightest, as a prank. you knew it was going to be hard, so you spend a few days coaching yourself, mastering the art of nonchalance. but that act almost shatters when you see him, since he’s so bubbly and excited to see you. 

no, you’re dedicated. too much time was spent preparing to give up now. so even though it kills you a little bit, you remain stoic as he greets you, returning his hug only half-heartedly. 

“did i do something wrong?” he asks, looking utterly bewildered at your attitude. you simply shrug him off.

as the day goes on, hardcase only gets more confused. you don’t laugh at any of his jokes. don’t ask him a single question about the details of his time away. don’t initiate any contact. don’t entertain any of his ideas. no offence, but he was finding you a little boring. which was concerning to him, since you were usually the complete obvious.

his confusion is tinged with a little bit of sadness, since if there’s something wrong he wants you to just talk about it. but all his attempts at conversation had been shut down. almost half the day goes by, and he still hasn’t gotten you to crack. 

but secretly, you were having an extremely difficult time. it was so hard not to laugh at his jokes, and you spent way too much time today thinking of your dead relatives to try to keep yourself from laughing. and trying not to reach for him when he’s right there was almost impossible. but he hadn’t really given you the reaction you wanted yet, so you kept going.

but then hardcase walks straight into the bookshelf, causing it to jerk so hard that most of the stuff on it falls out. “shit! i-i’ll fix this,” he swears, already on his hands and knees to clean the mess. but the action is so unbelievably him, and all the laughter you had spent the day containing threatened to come up all at once. so you do what any rational person would do, and run straight to the refresher.

when you wordlessly get up and run to the bathroom, hardcase assumes you’re crying. he thinks that you were already upset and him knocking over the things on your bookshelf was your final straw. but as he timidly approaches the refresher, it’s not the sound of sobbing that he hears - it’s his favourite sound, the sound of you giggling.

at first he stands right outside, dumbfounded. why would you run to the bathroom just to laugh? why were you even laughing? had you gone mad in his absence? hardcase ponders all this before the conclusion finally hits him - you were pranking him. the same way he always pranks you.

he’s genuinely amazed at how good of a prank it was. if he hadn’t heard you in the bathroom, he wouldn’t have guessed it. you had successfully managed to make him doubt himself.

when you open the door, stepping back into the living room, hardcase is sitting on the sofa. the bookshelf has been returned to its usual state. he turns to look at you, patting the spot beside him. “c’mere.”

once you sit beside him, he snakes an arm around you. “you think you’re funny, huh?” he asks, squeezing your arm. your eyes widen slightly, realizing that he’s caught you, but you try not to let it slip. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying to defend yourself. 

you’re caught off guard as he flips you so that you’re laying down, back against the sofa, and he’s on top of you. “you’re a terrible liar,” he laughs. then he leans in, whispering “i’m gonna punish you for playing with my head all day.” 

“wha-” you start, but before you can finish his hands are all over. he’s tickling you like no tomorrow, and you try to swat him away but it isn’t working. he doesn’t stop until you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe. 

he flops on top you, satisfied with his work. “now it’s my turn to prank you.”

.✦ ݁˖ kix (637 words)

the 501st never listen to kix. he tells them all about the best practices on how to keep in good shape, the kind of food they should be eating, how to protect their immunity, and how to recover following an intense campaign. but he’s lucky if he can even get them to sit long enough for him to patch them up.

so when you and kix get together, he finds someone who will actually allow him to care for them, and listen to him. and while being with him had definitely helped your health improve over time, he was also scarily overprotective whenever something happened to you. you remember how devastated he got when you got a small sprain in your wrist from catching yourself fall, wrapping it tightly and not allowing you to do anything with that hand until the sprain healed (over-dramatic much). so when you found out you have the flu, you feared what he would do. 

you didn’t want kix to spend so much time worrying, and you wanted to still be able to leave the house (lmao) so you decided not to tell him. and even though he could feel something was off over calls, he wouldn’t really push, since he knew you would tell him of any problems you had if you wanted to.

but over the next few days, your flu worsened. forget the house, you weren’t even in a condition to leave your bed. and while you wished your sweet medic was here to help you heal, he had more important things to be doing. 

unfortunately, you had underestimated kix’s worry. when you didn’t pick up his calls for the next two days, opting to send hasty messages instead, he decided it was time to come see you himself. burrowed underneath a pile of blankets, completely absorbed in your own misery, you don’t hear him enter your apartment. you don’t even realize he’s there until you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat in your room.

as you sit up, raising your head above the blankets, your panic subsides when you realize it’s not an intruder. but the panic returns when you see kix, looking like a dark shadow in the doorway to your room. and the expression on his face made him look even scarier.

“you’re sick,” he states, the words poison on his tongue. you rasp, “well, hello to you too,” breaking into a coughing fit at the end.

with a sigh only the medic of the 501st can muster, he makes his way over to you and sits on the edge of your bed. stroking your hair gently, he asks “how long have you been sick?” “i only got sick yesterday,” you try to lie. your condition had progressed over a few days, but technically you only felt really sick starting yesterday, so it wasn’t a complete lie… right?

he trails his hand from your hair, down the side of your face, then your neck, finally stopping at your shoulder. he slowly pushes you back down against the pillows. “you’re a terrible liar, you know. i know how the flu works.” his tone sounds stern, but he’s smiling while he says it.

after that, kix has everything covered. tissues? he’s already bought them. soup? he’s made it. medicine? he brought the best kind for you. he knows how weak people get when infected, so he helps you to the bathroom, and helps you shower if you let him. he shuts down your protests about getting him sick, mumbling something about the kaminoans engineering clones to be immune to common illnesses. you’re too tired to question if it’s the truth or not.

a few days later, when you’re almost better, he pulls you close. kissing your forehead, he says “promise you won’t hide from me again.”

.✦ ݁˖ tup (550 words)

the two of you sit nervously in the parlour of the tattoo shop, steeling yourselves to get piercings. the only reason the two of you were here was because you were both too stubborn to admit the other could be right.

you had been showing him pictures of industrials, telling him that you thought they looked amazing. but he had only scoffed, saying that your pain tolerance was far too low to handle getting a piercing like that. offended, you said “and what about your pain tolerance?” “i’m a soldier,” he replied confidently, “i can handle anything. don’t you see the tattoo on my face?” but you laughed him off, saying “that tiny thing? that doesn’t count. i don’t see you with any piercings either, mr. soldier.” you two proceeded to have an (unserious) argument about this, and now the two of you were here to prove to one another that you absolutely could handle the pain of getting a piercing.

tup was going to get an orbital, and you were going to get that industrial that you liked. but as you sat together in the lobby, he couldn’t keep his leg from bouncing up and down. going from no piercings to a cartilage piercing was a little intense, but he kept convincing himself that he could handle the pain. how he was going to keep it clean or prevent it from snagging on his helmet, he didn’t know, but that was a later problem. but he also notices that way your jaw is a little bit too tense, and he takes his opportunity to play with you. “you know, i’ve heard a lot of industrials go wrong,” he whispers in your ear. “if that’s supposed to scare me, it didn’t work,” you say, glaring at him. he presses a small kiss to your temple. “you’re a terrible liar.” which was funny, because tup was just as scared as you, if not more.

when the piercer calls the two of you up, he insists you go first. “why, you scared?” you taunt him. “no,” he denies vehemently, “i’m just letting you go before you wimp out.” really, though, he was very scared. which was aggravating him, because even if you were nervous, you were doing a great job of hiding it. 

tup doesn’t listen as you discuss the angle and placement of the piercing. he’s too busy repeating i’m a soldier, i’m a soldier over and over in his head. but he would almost prefer going straight back to the battlefield than being in this situation right now. 

your piercing goes by quickly, without complication. “it’s actually not as bad as i was expecting,” you tell him, putting a hand on his shoulder. you meant the gesture to be comforting, but tup doesn’t take it that way. “yeah, yeah,” he mutters, making his way to the bed.

but five minutes later, tup is admiring his new piercing in the mirror. it actually didn’t hurt nearly as much as he had expected. as the two of you leave the parlour together, hand in hand, you nudge him with your elbow. “you were scared~” he just shushes you, because no matter how scared he was, he was glad it happened. especially because he really liked how you looked with your new piercing.

.✦ ݁˖ dogma (656 words)

dogma doesn’t often come see you in his armour. he prefers to keep you separate from that life. besides, he doesn’t really think he’s supposed to wear his armour out and about.

but sometimes when he’s really tired, or if he’s in a rush, he will come see visit you without putting in the effort to change. and although he worries that his dirty and mildly sweaty armour will be off-putting, it’s actually had the… opposite effect.

at first he mistook your shyness as discomfort. he noticed that you would talk a little less whenever he came to see you in his armour, and you would appear to be slightly flushed. he thought that it was because you didn’t appreciate him bringing the war home, so he wore it less and less until it had been months until you had seen him in it.

one day, he realizes how flawed his perception was when you quietly ask him “why don’t you wear your armour around anymore?” he off-handedly mentions something about it not being the most comfortable, and you don’t ask further questions. but dogma’s mind is working in overdrive. 

he decides to test his theory after the next campaign. he doesn’t tell you that he’s coming to see you to see your raw, unfiltered reaction. once the 501st returns to coruscant, he wastes no time in going to prepare to see you. he scrubs down his armour completely (first time he’s ever done it) and also washes his blacks (first time he’s done that, too). 

once he’s ready, he checks himself out in the mirror. he faces a moment of doubt, wondering if he was in over his head. what if you had just asked him for no particular reason? had he really mistook your reactions to his armour? he almost abandons the idea completely, but then decides to follow through simply because he spent so much time preparing the surprise for you.

it’s late when he knocks on your door. at first, when you don’t answer, he wonders again if this is a stupid idea. but the next moment, you throw the door open, and so many expressions flash across your face in rapid fire.

surprise, that he’s here. shock, that he didn’t tell you that he was coming. happiness, that you would get an unexpected night together (very rare). and then… your face flushes when your eyes move downwards and see what he’s wearing. “hi,” you greet him, a little too breathlessly. normally you would have more to say, but you were a bit distracted.

“my eyes are up here, you know,” he teases. as you snap your eyes upwards to meet his, he can’t help the smug look on his face. so he was right. and this was information he could definitely use to his advantage.

you let him into the apartment, the only sound being the door closing shut behind him. then he takes a step forward, and you take one back, until your back hits the wall. he puts one hand against the wall beside you, trapping you.

“i think you’ve been hiding something from me,” he smirks. “and what would that be?” you ask, trying to keep your tone even. your thing for his armour had been your dirty little secret, and you didn’t really know how you felt about him finding out. slightly horrified, but also somewhat thrilled? this was just… very unexpected.

“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he says, tilting his head. you deny almost too quickly. “i don’t.”

he laughs a little before leaning in. “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.” you get ready to retort but before you can say anything, he slides his arms underneath your legs, picking you up and bringing you eye-level with him. you wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you, and he smiles into the kiss, thanking the stars that he was right about this.

a/n: these were genuinely so fun to write esp hardcase’s lmaooo

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masterlist — ᨳଓ

headcannons

.✦ ݁˖ the bad batch

board games

.✦ ݁˖ the 501st legion

catching you in a lie

.✦ ݁˖ misc. clones

seeing you as an inquisitor (wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, wolffe, cody)

trust (wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox)

love and care (wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox)

a/n: feel free to let me know if any of the links aren't working!

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clone hcs: love and care — ᨳଓ

clones x gn!reader hcs – love and care

synopsis: ways in which they love you.

featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox

warnings: cursing.

wc (total): 2.1k

.✦ ݁˖ wrecker

loves you by feeding you. for wrecker, food is the best way to demonstrate his love for you, other than physical touch. feeding you properly keeps you healthy, which is important to him. and putting effort into meals that he knows you’ll love, whether he’s cooking it or ordering, is how he shows you that he cares. 

and he doesn’t just figure out what your comfort food is and spam the same thing. he knows what foods will help you most in certain moods. you prefer sweets after a long, hard day? he’s got it covered. even keeps little preferences in mind, like what kind of dessert you like following different kinds of meals. all in all just pays a lot of attention to the kinds of food that you like and is always happy to provide it for you.

most of all, though, are the memories you two make together over food. the dinner you two had after a particularly stressful week. the pasta you made together, which turned out horrible since the two of you had gotten distracted and forgotten it was on the burner. the ice cream you ate on the steps of the marauder, simply enjoying each other’s presence. 

food is how he cares for you, how he shows you that he remembers, how he makes good memories with you. all-in-all a big win for him, since he loves eating too.

.✦ ݁˖ hunter

loves you by protecting you. we all know this man is overprotective as hell. and while he might be a little strict sometimes, he has no intention of roleplaying as your mom. he doesn’t throw orders at you; you’re his partner, not his subordinate.

if he doesn’t want you going out alone in a particular neighborhood, he’ll join you. if he doesn’t want you going on a 3am run to grab comfort food, he’s going out to get it for you. if he wants you to be careful about over-exerting yourself, he’ll just help you do what needs to get done, sharing some of the burden.

in this way, he pampers you a lot, leading you to become a little spoiled lol (just how he likes you). may not be the richest man in the galaxy, but he has other ways of coddling you. won’t let you lift a finger if he can help it, but he won’t ever let you feel like you’re losing your independence either. knows how to find a good balance between the two.

.✦ ݁˖ echo

loves you by being confident in your relationship. sounds like the bare minimum (it lowkey is) but it’s something that a lot of relationships lack. he will always think of you in the best light, careful not to let his insecurities mar his image of you.

even though echo does become easily doubtful sometimes, given his past trauma, he actively puts in effort to not let these thoughts damage your relationship. if you accidentally forget something, he’ll remind himself it doesn’t mean you hate him, or that he’s not important to you. after all, everyone forgets things sometimes! especially in the middle of a war, things tend to slip people’s minds. if he tries to reach you and you don’t answer, he doesn’t let the wait consume him. he reminds himself that it’s healthy for you to have a life outside of him, and will never hold that against you.

and if he’s feeling particularly insecure about something, or needs some reassurance? he’ll just communicate that, and without accusing you. instead of why did you do x or why didn’t you do y, he goes “can we spend some time together soon? i feel like i need it,” or “i’ve been feeling a little down lately, can you help?” even though it’s hard to be vulnerable sometimes, he’s willing to do it to protect your relationship - communication is key!

overall, just loves you by being patient, constantly working on himself, and always believing you have the best intentions for him, the way he does for you.

.✦ ݁˖ tech

loves you by knowing you. a little obvious for tech, i know, but it’s true. he doesn’t just do research, though. of course, he’ll make sure to learn facts about your home planet and its traditions, or read up on any medical condition you have. but he knows that he can only learn so much through secondary research. his favourite way of learning about you is through you.

nothing you say is forgotten by him, especially if you’re talking about your childhood or an experience that’s important to you. he loves listening to you talk, and you know that your words are cherished. definitely spends a lot of time getting to know you, asking you all sorts of questions, and appreciates you doing the same for him. getting to know each other in this way feels just as intimate as any physical touch.

although tech isn’t very good at expressing his emotions in the traditional sense, he has ways of showing you he cares. you off-handedly mention thinking of dyeing your hair? he will find out what kind of dye is best for your hair colour and hair type, and spend a long time with you deciding which colour suits you best. nothing about you is unimportant or unworthy of his time. 

he’s never creepy about how much he knows, either. he understands that knowing you does not entitle him to disrespect your boundaries. uses his knowledge to always keep you comfortable, whether that be physically or emotionally.

.✦ ݁˖ crosshair

loves you by quietly noticing. provides you with everything you could want and need, but pretends to be all nonchalant about it. sometimes, he flat out refuses it was him. 

ever since getting close to him, you have never run out of anything. he is very observant and notices what kind of products you like to use or what materials you need. your face wash is almost empty? the next day you go to the fresher, a new one has taken its place. you spend some time trying to dig around the pantry for a good snack? you’ll find the pantry restocked a few hours later. you tore a hole in your shirt? the next day, it will be folded neatly on your bed, the hole cleanly sewn shut. but every time you go to thank him, he either shrugs or goes “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

and secretly, he loves when you do the same for him. even if you aren’t as nonchalant about it as he is, he really appreciates when you do things for him to help him out, like cleaning his armour or even something as small as setting his bed.

.✦ ݁˖ rex

loves you by showing up for you. even though he’s constantly occupied, he will somehow make his way to you when it really matters. he will remember when things are happening and ask you about events both before and after they happen, even if you told him about it a long time ago.

if you have a big presentation, he’ll meet you in the hallway right before, whispering words of encouragement. if it’s your first day at work, he will show up just to give you a good luck kiss, secretly slipping a note in your bag for you to open later, explaining how proud he is of you. and if you do anything in front of big audiences, such as play sports or sing, you best believe he’s going to be in the crowd, cheering you on.

shows up for you in little ways too. no matter how things are going on the battlefield, will make sure not to let it go too long between calls. will always let you to rant, whether that be positively or negatively, to show you that you’re not alone, even if he’s unable to be there physically. overall, just a very sweet boy who’s never going to allow his duties to hurt you.

.✦ ݁˖ fives

loves you by validating your feelings. he firmly believes that loved ones should be there for each other through thick and thin, and demonstrates that philosophy with the way in which he treats you.

when you’re happy, he’s right there with you, matching your energy. when you’re feeling down, he knows just how to distract you. but he understands that not all feelings go away with distractions, and always makes sure that you two have proper conversations about emotional health (both yours and his) on a regular basis.

never allows you to feel like your thoughts or feelings are unimportant. he has no problem providing all the reassurance you need, and doesn’t make fun of you for asking, even if it’s the hundredth time. he knows how it feels to be treated as just another number, and he is never going to replicate that treatment. especially not with you.

.✦ ݁˖ wolffe

loves you through touch. not in a pervy way (unless you want, in which case i don’t think he’d oppose…). uses different touches to convey his feelings, since he finds it more intimate than just talking about them.

tells you how much he loves you through a kiss, more intense if he’s feeling passionate and more soft if he’s feeling a little sappy. comforts you through cuddles. grounds you with a hand on your thigh. tells you i missed you in the way that he hugs you. when he’s feeling more playful, he’ll start a playfight or tickle you. when he’s feeling more earnest, will sit you in his lap and just enjoy the feeling of you on top of him, all safe and sound and comfortable.

even touches you absentmindedly. when you’re in a group, will trace his fingers down your arm or your side. when you’re watching a movie together, will start massaging your neck or your feet. if you’re holding hands, will rub his thumb on the back of your hand. does all of these things without realizing it.

very tough on the outside (he’s the alpha fr) but is a big softie just for you. his favourite thing is when he just gets to hold you, feeling perfectly calm. he has nowhere to be, nothing to do; just gets to lay with you for as long as he’d like.

.✦ ݁˖ cody

loves you by making time for you. he’s busy as hell, but that doesn’t mean you don’t hear from him daily. if he can’t come see you, he’ll call. if he can’t call you, he’ll leave a message. always promises he’s there for you no matter what, and has never failed in fulfilling it.

never feels like his time with you is a waste, and doesn’t let you feel like it either. if it means staying up a little later for him, even if he’s already sleep deprived, he doesn’t care. if it means needing to take a few extra “bathroom” breaks in the middle of important meetings, he doesn’t care. he prides himself in being a good commander, and knows how to simultaneously lead his men and make sure you never feel unloved. even if the two of you are just sitting in silence together, whether that be in person or on call, he cherishes that time.

you try not to bother him too much, since you know he’s busy saving the galaxy, but if you ever call him he will return it asap. sometimes gets a little reckless with it. “cody- are you in the middle of a battlefield!?” after that, you resorted to just messaging him.

.✦ ݁˖ fox

loves you loud and proud. in the same way he’s committed to his duties as a commander, he’s committed to his duties as your partner.

always supports you 100%, in anything and everything that you do. you don’t have to worry about doubting yourself because fox believes in you enough for the both of you. he almost gets offended when you doubt yourself, since you’re his partner and if he chose you, that means you’re strong. (he’s so fucking insufferable sometimes like the narcissism is crazy.)

similarly, fox makes it near impossible for you to be insecure about your relationship. he reassures you constantly, even though it’s usually not soft. he’s blunt, and has no problem saying things how they are. he’s direct when he says i love you, you’re the most important person to me, i missed you. and the fact that he doesn’t sugar coat is better, in a sense, because you don’t have to worry that he secretly doesn’t mean what he says.

is also you’re #1 defender. even if he thinks that you’re wrong in a situation, he’s only going to talk to you about it in private. in public, though? pray for whoever had the audacity to oppose you. 

a/n: can you tell i had a toxic ex and i wish someone treated me like the clones would treat their s/o

[croxxhair]

clone hcs: trust — ᨳଓ

clones x gn!reader hcs – trust

synopsis: based on the following prompt – “i trust you, do you trust me?” 

featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox

warnings: mild cursing. nightmares. crime. kidnapping. injury. life-and-death situations. highly uneven word counts because some required more buildup than others. also i don’t think you can repair the hyperdrive from inside a flying ship but uhhh it’s for the plot guys!! not proofread.

wc (total): 6.0k

.✦ ݁˖ wrecker (482 words)

it was a well-known fact that wrecker hated heights. but somehow, he always landed in situations where he would be practically tightrope walking from 300 metres off the ground.

although he tried not to look down, his eyes would subconsciously glance downwards every few seconds, rebelling against his brain which was repeating don’t look down like a mantra.

as you made your way across the narrow cliff’s edge, right in front of him, you also felt fear creep into your mind. you couldn’t afford it, but at that height, anyone would be scared.

just when you started getting used to it, a bomb dropped a few hundred feet in front of the both of you, causing you to momentarily lose your balance.

“if they just bombed us, that means they’re sending droids next. we’ll be trapped,” you tell wrecker. underneath your observation there was an unspoken question: what are we going to do?

as much as he hated the idea, wrecker could only think of one way out. “uhh i have an idea… but you’re not gonna like it.” this did nothing to help your growing sense of fear, considering that most of wrecker’s ideas were unlikeable anyways. “what is it?” you ask, preparing yourself for the worst. for all you know, he’s going to ask you to jump off the cliff. 

“you’re just gonna have to trust me.” the look he gives you makes your stomach somersault, and not in the way it usually does when you see him. when you don’t say anything, he follows up. “i trust you, do you trust me?”

as impossible as this situation looked, the truth was that you did trust him. so no matter how terrible his idea was, you trusted that he would never intentionally hurt you. “yes,” you nod.

you yelp as he suddenly picks you up and then jumps. straight off the edge of the cliff. you had never regretted being right about something so much. 

wrecker’s screaming so loud that for a split second you accept that this is the end. if he’s screaming so loud when this was his idea, then either something has gone terribly wrong or he didn’t think this through. and both of those things were highly probable.

but your worries are quelled (mildly) when you hear the whoosh of a grappling hook being fired and your bodies jerk as you come to a quick stop. 

“whew, that was scary,” he says, voice slightly hoarse from all the screaming. “so is your miraculous plan just to… dangle off the cliff?” you ask, looking down and realizing that the two of you are definitely not close enough to the ground to jump the rest of the way. “no silly, you’re supposed to comm tech to come get us.” after a moment he adds, “and can you ask him to hurry? i don’t wanna be here any more.”

.✦ ݁˖ hunter (394 words)

the two of you had been at this for hours. and still, you felt like you hadn’t improved in the slightest.

hunter was teaching you how to fight with a knife. you were great with a blaster, but blasters weren’t always available. plus, you had kind of wanted to learn a new skill. 

honestly, you were being a little harsh with yourself, at least in hunter’s eyes. not only had you just started learning, but you had mastered a lot of the moves he had taught you already. but he could see in your expression that you were frustrated with yourself. 

“maybe it’s time for a break,” hunter says, taking the knife from you. hunter’s brow furrows as you nod, not saying a word. he takes your hand and drags you onto the steps of the ship, making you sit down beside him. 

“you’re doing great, you know,” he says softly. you’re silent for a moment before shaking your head. “i just feel like it’s not good enough. it’s not like we have a lot of time to be training. i need to get good at this, and fast,” you say, looking away from him to try and hide the tears threatening to fall.

he gently takes ahold of your chin and turns your head to face him. “you’re too hard on yourself,” he says, kissing your nose. “i trust that you’ll get this. can you trust me?” he asks. when you nod, he drops his hand from your chin and says “let’s try once more. this time it’ll be you vs. me.” you groan, already knowing how it’s going to end.

but you surprise yourself with how well you fight. maybe you did need that break, even if you would never admit that to hunter. after a few minutes of intense sparring, you (somehow) manage to pin hunter to the ground, winning.

“see? not half as bad as you thought,” hunter laughs as he pushes himself off the ground. you laugh with him as you help him up. “come on, let’s get dessert. you earned it,” he says, grabbing your hand. you are 100% sure that he let you win, because there was no way you had actually beaten an experienced soldier on your first day of training. but hunter looks proud, and you’re getting ice cream, so who are you to complain? 

.✦ ݁˖ echo (406 words)

both you and echo had gotten hurt on the last mission, bad. your skin was littered with bruises, and you had a few minor burns from the explosion that wrecker had accidentally triggered too early. echo looked no better, his prosthetics in bad shape and a serious sprain in his wrist from trying to catch himself as he fell, when he was attempting to take cover from said explosion.

the two of you are in the back of the marauder, alone, on the flight back to kamino after the mission. although he was clearly in a lot of pain from the condition of his prosthetics, he had insisted that he patch you up first.

picking up a bacta pad, he asks, “do you trust me?”, looking at you with wide eyes. “of course,” you respond breathlessly. echo always asked for permission, before doing anything. you admired that about him, especially knowing that it must be important to him. he probably knows better than most what it’s like to have your autonomy stripped from you, and thus refuses to do anything to anyone without their explicit permission.

you hiss as he lowers the pad onto your calf, right under the spot where your pants had been hastily rolled up. “just breathe…” he says, securing the pad around your leg with tape. the two of you sit in comfortable silence as he continues gently cleaning up all your other small burns with the same gentleness. it was admirable how well he was able to work with just one hand.

“all done,” echo declares, sitting back. you smile at him, thanking him silently and he gives you a nod. for a moment, he doesn’t move, looking conflicted. you don’t press, waiting for him to speak when he feels comfortable. 

after a few moments, he hands you a small bag of materials, quietly asking you to help him with his injuries. your breath hitches as you take the bag, realizing how vulnerable this must be for him. as your sort through the supplies, you wonder if you’ll really be able to help him, since you would hate to mess things up and put him in even more pain by accident.

as you shift closer and pull his scomp towards you, it seems he can sense your fears when he whispers, “i trust you.” “thank you,” you respond, letting him guide you through repairing his prosthetics and patching up his sprain.

.✦ ݁˖ tech (647 words)

you lot were all in a lot of trouble. the planetary exit, meant to be inconspicuous, had been the opposite of stealthy. now there was an entire separatist fleet chasing after you, and the hyperdrive wasn’t coming online. 

“did they sabotage it?” echo calls from the back. he was trying his best to get the hyperdrive online, wrecker was at the back manning the ship’s rear blasters, and tech was piloting. hunter and crosshair were controlling the ship’s cannons. meanwhile you were in the cockpit hanging on for dear life as tech flew the ship like a maniac, attempting to read the ship’s manual to see if it had anything useful to offer. he was simultaneously avoiding blaster fire and trying to shake off the ships by going as fast as possible, but it was only a matter of time before they closed in. 

you squinted your eyes to try to focus on the words amidst the jostling of the ship. “deflectors have been compromised!” hunter calls. “i can’t get the hyperdrive online. i don’t know what’s wrong with it,” echo panics. 

“i can’t find anything useful in this manual.” you say, panicked. “don’t you have the entire manual memorized?” you ask tech. “i do. but i am currently occupied with trying to keep us all alive.” his usual calm tone is tinged with concern. even crosshair was silent. if he had no aggravating comment regarding the situation, then it was truly dire.

you flip to the next page, reading faster, although your hope was dwindling. just as you were about to throw the manual aside, you come across a passage that might just save all of you. “wait! i found something,” you exclaim. you read out the passage to echo and tech. tech blinks and then says, “i am surprised i did not think about that before. but that is a two-person job, and only echo and i have the ability to repair that part of the hyperdrive. you will have to fly the ship.”

“i can barely fly a ship! especially not during a life-or-death space chase!” you yell. if he really expected you to fly the ship, then you were all as good as dead.

“do not underestimate your abilities, my dear. i trust you with the ship. do you trust me?” he asks, glancing at you for a brief second. 

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task. “i do,” you say, approaching his seat. you two quickly switch spots and he and echo get straight to work on fixing the hyperdrive. 

miraculously, your flying wasn’t as bad as you were expecting. you were managing to avoid the blaster fire, which was no small feat considering there were about five different ships trying to shoot down your ship. but just as you started feeling confident, a shot hits one of the wings.

“the left wing’s been hit!” you call to the rest of them. right as you started losing control of the ship, you hear the hyperdrive come online. were you even supposed to go into hyperspace with a compromised wing? probably not, but you didn’t have a choice. you quickly flip the switch and successfully enter hyperspace.

you slump back into the seat, exhaling shakily. you close your eyes as the adrenaline starts to wear off and you feel the effects of being so anxious for so long start to creep in. sitting there for a few moments, you thank the stars for your sudden high-class piloting abilities and that you hadn’t killed the whole batch. 

your eyes open as you hear someone come up behind you. a moment later you feel a hand land on your shoulder and give it a squeeze. “you did wonderfully. i am impressed,” tech praises. you flash him a smile, grateful that you had trusted each other. he returns it, thinking the same thing.

.✦ ݁˖ crosshair (501 words)

the batch needed to infiltrate a heavily fortified separatist base, and you had the great pleasure of joining them. 

they had been on many missions such as this one and always came out on top. it was hardly a challenge for them anymore, and they had no problem pretentiously whining about it all the time.

you, however, were not as easy-going about this mission as they were. crosshair noticed your anxiety no matter how good you were at hiding it. he noticed how your posture was a little too stiff and the slight furrow in your brow.

but he’s not very good at comfort, and the only way he knows how to address serious topics is using sarcasm. on the ship, during the debrief before the mission, he takes his toothpick out of his mouth and points it at you. “you look confident,” he mocks. which was not helpful, and only put you more on edge. 

he backs off slightly after that, paying attention to you throughout the mission. he shifts closer to you whenever your breath comes faster. stands in front of you when he sees your hand flexing, making sure that you’re covered from both the front and the back. practically manhandles you when he hears droids coming closer, making sure you’re behind something that can provide cover. helps shoot some of the targets in your way when your blaster trembles slightly in your hands. by no means were you an incompetent fighter, but anxiety catches up with everyone at times. although crosshair hated to admit it, he would never let harm come to you, and the last thing he wanted to do was invalidate how you feel.

despite your anxiety, the mission turned out to be a success, for the most part. you had recovered what you needed and had managed to make it thus far without anyone getting harmed. but just as the six of you are about to make your great escape, crosshair notices a battle droid in the distance, coming up behind you. he points his rifle straight at your face, and you freeze, eyes wide.

“do you trust me?” he asks. it’s hard to say yes with the gun pointed at your face, but you give him a small nod. as he moves his finger to pull the trigger, he says “i trust you. don’t move.” you close your eyes as you hear the blaster fire, but it never hits you. you open your eyes as you hear the sound of a large droid clattering to the ground. had he fired even a centimeter lower, it would’ve killed you. but if he hadn’t taken the shot like that, he wouldn’t have been able to take the droid out in one go. but he wouldn’t tell you that.

as the two of you run towards the marauder together, you huff, “couldn’t you have taken the droid out from any other angle” without missing a beat, he answers, “i could’ve. but there’s no fun in that.”

.✦ ݁˖ rex (535 words)

the war was tough on your relationship. on one hand, you were very understanding that rex had no control over his schedule. it was extremely admirable that he put his life on the line every day, and helped fight for the republic’s freedom, for your freedom. but the weeks, sometimes months, of loneliness were catching up to you. it was hard, especially since it wasn’t like rex could talk everyday. your communications were few and far between, as he had responsibilities and so did you. and as the war dragged on, his presence only became more scarce, until you felt like he was your partner in name only.

and boy, did rex try to make time for you. the guilt of leaving you alone ate at him constantly, to the point where he sometimes wondered if he should break up with you so you could move on and be with someone who was able to give you all the time you deserved. but selfishly, he wanted to hold onto you. and he also knew that a breakup would only hurt you more than it would help.

which is why he’s over the moon when he finally gets a day off, and runs straight to your place when he gets the chance. and when you open the door, you are the same as always; eternally grateful to see him, and you spend the rest of the day giddy, drunk on his presence. but rex could tell that you had been struggling. your apartment wasn’t as clean as it usually was. your laundry basket was overflowing, the dishes in the sink hadn’t been done in ages, and your plants had all died. 

so when the two of you finally make it into bed, he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “hey… are you okay?” he asks gently. “yeah, i’m really happy you’re here,” you answer, giving him a small kiss. he takes a small breath and tries again. “no, i mean, have you been okay?” when you don’t answer, he waits patiently, not wanting to push you. you stay silent for a few minutes, and rex closes his eyes, thinking that you’re just not going to answer. but they open again when you say, “i’ve been really lonely.”

before you can launch into a long explanation to defend yourself, rex presses a kiss to your forehead. “i know it’s been hard. i need to try harder to make time. you’re my priority, and i haven’t treated you like it. i’m sorry for letting you feel lonely. i’m going to make sure to be in touch from now,” he apologizes, slowly stroking your hair. “i’d like that,” you whisper, scared that if you say more, you’ll start crying. 

he kisses you slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other still wrapped tightly around you. “we need to trust each other to make this work. i trust you, do you trust me?” he asks, looking at you softly. for a moment he’s scared that you’ll say no, that you’ve had enough. but when you whisper “i trust you,” he kisses you again, eternally grateful that he got blessed with someone like you.

.✦ ݁˖ fives (911 words)

being with fives was exasperating sometimes. and this was definitely one of those times.

“are you being serious right now? i am not going through all this effort for some cookies,” you hiss at him in the alleyway, trying not to let anyone hear the two of you. when he had sent you an ominous message to meet him in this shady spot, you had run out of your house, assuming he was in danger. thankfully, that was not the case. unthankfully, he was being ridiculous again.

“these aren’t just any cookies! they look delicious. they smell delicious. and i bet they taste delicious too,” he whispers dreamily. you shake your head, mildly irritated that you were currently standing in a dark alley during the dead of night all because your partner wanted to steal some cookies. “if they’re that important to you, why don’t you just buy them? it doesn’t exactly look good for a soldier of the republic to be stealing,” you attempt to reason.

“they’re so expensive! 25 credits for two cookies isn’t exactly affordable. plus, it’s not like the republic is paying me for my service.” well, he’s got a point there. probably a human rights violation, but that’s an issue for a later day. 

you concede with a sigh. “all right. walk me through the plan.” because although fives was the biggest idiot in the galaxy, he was your idiot, and you secretly wanted a cookie too. 

his grand plan was as follows: once the owner is finished with closing, they will walk out the door and lock it behind them. while fives distracts them, you are to swipe the key off them. after waiting for about ten minutes, to make sure that the owner was long gone, the two of you would use the key to sneak into the store and try the leftovers. fives had even brought a little box with him to carry more cookies. but the leftover cookies were going to be thrown out tomorrow morning anyways, so really, the two of you were just preventing food waste. 

“i trust you to help me pull this off,” he says, taking your hands in his. “do you trust me? we won’t get in trouble, i promise.” you squeeze his hands, saying “i trust you. what i don’t trust is this plan.” his face falls for a moment, but his frown turns upside down when you add, “but let’s do it.”

about fifteen minutes later, fives and you watch from behind a pillar as the owner closes and locks the door behind them. the two of you watch him slip the key into a pocket in his pants. fives takes this as his queue, and as the owner starts walking away, he runs after them, yelling “hey! can i talk to you for a sec?” 

you turn around and facepalm from the sheer embarrassment. real subtle. but you still had a mission to complete, so pulling the hood of your cloak up, you start walking towards them. as you approach, you can hear fives’ pitiful attempt at starting conversation and have to suppress a laugh. “your bakery always smells so good, like cookies,” he states, the smile on his face way too wide to be considered natural. “ah, yes, that would be because i sell cookies…” the owner replies skeptically. 

but the owner is caught off guard when you slam into them a moment later. but it was a little harder than you had anticipated, and the two of you land hard on the ground. great, this plan’s already failed. but fives is always willing to create opportunity even when there isn’t one, and he reaches for the owner to help them up. while you apologize profusely, fives subtly reaches into the pocket and snags the key, the owner being too busy trying to reorient themselves to notice the slight loss of pressure in their pocket.

“watch it!” they snap at you. you apologize one more time, and the owner storms off. fives gives you a look, and before he can say anything, you roll your eyes. “don’t start.” he raises his hands in surrender and says, “i’m just sayin’, getting the key was supposed to be your job.” 

once the two of you had waited for a few minutes, and the coast was clear, you tiptoe to the door and put the key into the lock. fives holds his breath as you slowly pull the handle, trying not to create too much noise. but the door opens without hassle. 

the moment fives enters the shop, he dashes towards the display with the same speed he must use on the battlefield. “look! they have a special chocolate chip cookie dough flavour!” he exclaims, gesturing you to come closer. you can’t help but feel just as excited as he is, looking at all the different flavours and at how excited he is. 

about ten minutes and fifteen cookie selections later, the two of you exit the shop and leave the key underneath the doormat, with a note taped to the door explaining the situation. after all, you don’t want to stress the poor owner out too much. you’d already most likely broken their hipbone. 

later, when the two of you are watching a movie and stuffing yourselves full of cookies, he turns to you and wiggles his eyebrows. “bet you’re glad you trusted my plan.” “shut up,” you laugh, shoving another cookie in his mouth.

.✦ ݁˖ wolffe (353 words)

wolffe is a man of few words. more of an i’ll show you rather than an i’ll tell you kind of guy. so when you get woken up in the dead of night by the sound of his voice, your heart leaps out of your chest.

normally, you’d love to listen to him talk. but as your eyes adjust to the dark, you realize that his eyes are still closed. he’s sleeping, and from the looks of it, he’s not having the best night of his life. his body trembles as he repeats the same word over and over again. “no, no, no, no, no…” 

you had never seen him this distraught. “wolffe, wake up,” you say, trying to gently shake him awake, but he doesn’t budge. you try again, and still no dice. right when you think you’ll need to get a frying pan, he jerks awake. he sits up, entire body tense. but when he feels your hand trail down his arm, squeezing lightly, some of the tension leaves his muscles. 

“were you having a nightmare?” you ask him softly. he’s still panting a little when he answers “just a dream.” “come on,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down. you lay with him, running your hands along his body to calm him down. his breathing slowly but surely starts to slow down, and the tension starts to leave his body completely. 

once his breathing returns to normal, he snakes his arms around you too, so you’re both hugging each other. “do you trust me?” he mumbles, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. “yes, wolffe, i do,” you reply without missing a beat. he kisses you, and where his kisses are usually possessive, this one is soft. after pulling away, he whispers against your lips. “i trust you. don’t leave me.” “wouldn’t dream of it,” you reassure him, kissing him again. 

the two of you quickly fall back asleep, comfortable and safe in each other’s arms. but if you ever bring this up at a future date, wolffe would swear it never happened.

.✦ ݁˖ cody (659 words)

it was very rare that cody got a day off from duty. he got a few hours from time to time, but a full day was hard to come by. which is exactly what made today so special. 

you groan at the insistent knocking at your door. at first you had just brushed it off, since you weren’t expecting anybody, and figured it must be someone lost, or a thief. but after about thirty seconds, the knocking had only increased in both pace and volume.

having had enough, you turn the burner off and storm towards the door. whoever had decided to ruin your peaceful day of cooking was about to hear it from you. you slam the door open, ready to hurl all sorts of insults at whichever idiot was behind the door.

but all those thoughts are erased from your mind the moment your brain registers who’s there. “cody!” you exclaim, jumping into his arms. he giggles into your hair. “hey, love. miss me?” he teases, planting a kiss on your head.

after a long minute of just holding each other, you reluctantly let go. a few hours later, the two of you are cozied up on the sofa together, bellies filled with delicious food (that you thankfully got to finish making) and hearts filled with happiness. 

“you know,” cody starts, hand running through your hair, “i think i need a hair cut.” you look at him, confused. “but i like your hair,” you counter. he stares at you with a mischievous look in his eyes, which only confuses you further. “i think we both need the change,” he says, standing up. what the hell does that even mean? 

“cody, what are you doing?” you ask as he heads towards the kitchen. he doesn’t answer you, too preoccupied with opening and closing drawers. “what are you looking for?” he still doesn’t answer, and you’re about to stand when you hear an ah-ha!. he comes towards you, holding the pair of scissors like a trophy, and declares “we should cut each other’s hair.” 

the idea is so sudden that you’re stunned into silence. “you want to cut each other’s hair… with kitchen scissors,” you confirm, and he nods, still looking a little too proud at his little idea. “isn’t there some GAR standard for hair?” you push, trying to knock some sense into him. but he only waves his hand dismissively. “there are plenty of clones with crazy hair,” he states (full shade to boost, wtf is that haircut brother). “i don’t believe that rex is a natural blonde. and if he can bleach his hair, then i can afford to cut a few locks.”

when cody wants something, he knows how to get it. which is exactly how you find yourself standing in front of the bathroom sink a few minutes later, freshly-cleaned kitchen scissors in hand. you breathe deeply as you lightly wet his hair with a spray bottle. “hey, darling. don’t be nervous. i trust you,” he comforts you, rubbing your arm lightly. 

the process takes way longer than it should. but 45 minutes later, you stand in front of a very happy cody as he admires his new haircut in the mirror. even you must admit; you did a pretty good job. “you should do this full time, love,” he says gratefully, “it’s exactly what i wanted.”

“i’m glad,” you smile at him. 

but just as you’re about to leave the bathroom, he grabs your arm and drags you back. he tsks and says, “nuh-uh, now it’s my turn.” uh oh. as he reaches for the spray bottle to repeat the process on you, he laughs as he says, “i trusted you, but the real question is, do you trust me?” 

you trusted him in every context except this one. you flash him a nervous smile and nod, resigning yourself to the fact that you’ll probably be wearing hats for the next little while.

.✦ ݁˖ fox (1.1 k words - oops)

fox had never meant for you to get caught up in all this. but no matter what he wanted to happen, the truth was that you were in danger, and he blamed himself.

someone had hired a bounty hunter to eliminate a highly valued prisoner. the coruscant guard had just barely managed to stop the hunter, but hadn’t been able to figure out who they were before they escaped. but the guard hadn’t concerned themselves with the bounty hunter as much as who had hired them. this turned out to be a big mistake, because the bounty hunter had decided that the best way to get to the prisoner was by holding people the coruscant guard loved hostage and threaten them. if he could get the commander to fold, then he had won.

which was how you had ended up in this predicament. one moment you had been getting ready for bed and the next you heard glass shatter as someone entered your apartment via the window. you had tried to fight off the intruder, and almost succeeded, but they managed to stun you and then the fight was over.

you slowly blink as you wake up, a dull ache in your head from being stunned. but all the sleepiness wears off as soon as you register where you are. the concrete was cold beneath your feet, and your waist and wrists were in pain from the tight rope cutting into them. you look around, concluding that you must be in a storage facility of some sort. panic quickly settles in your chest as you realize that you’re alone, and it was unlikely that anybody would be coming to rescue you. fox was overprotective, and he had probably already gone insane since you hadn’t called him to say goodnight the way you usually did. you would be surprised if he hadn’t already stormed into your apartment. 

but even if he had realized that you were gone, he would have no way of locating you. the kidnapper hadn’t exactly had the courtesy of leaving you with a way to call for help. trying to fight against the restraints was useless, and would only cause you to maim yourself. so you were stuck.

meanwhile, fox was having the worst day of his life. the bar was high, since he had seen some crazy shit during his years, but this took the cake. he was furious. why would anyone try to target you? you were just a civilian. and while your relationship with the commander wasn’t exactly a secret, it’s not like either of you were celebrities – strangers wouldn’t know about it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t have a reason to care.

he’s just about to leave your apartment when there’s an incoming transmission. he’s never answered faster, hoping that it’s you. that you just went on a stroll, although the broken window indicated otherwise. but that hope is quickly squandered when he hears the voice of the very bounty hunter that had gotten away just a few days ago.

“i have them. and if you’re smart, you’ll take the deal i’m about to give you,” the bounty hunter drawls. fox is so angry that he almost bursts a vein in his head. “if you don’t let them go right now, i will make the rest of your life so miserable you’d only wish you were dead,” he threatens. the hunter just laughs, which angers fox further. “if you give me the prisoner, you’ll get them back. and no ambushes, or else they die. you have until the morning.” 

fox has no choice. at least for now, he has to take the deal – thinking of a plan can wait. before the bounty hunter can cut the call, he accepts “i’ll accept your deal on one condition. let me talk to her.” the hunter is silent for a moment before conceding. a few moments later, he hears your voice.

“fox, what’s going on?” you ask. the panic in your voice makes his heart squeeze. “i can’t explain everything right now. just promise me you’ll be okay.” his breath stutters when he doesn’t hear an answer. how could you promise that? you were already not okay. when he realizes how impossible his request is, he takes a deep breath. “i trust you,” he spits out. the vulnerability is so foreign to him that the confession sounds hateful. but the hate wasn’t directed at you, never at you. he hated himself for even letting this happen. “do you trust me?”

“i do,” you exhale. the bounty hunter cuts the call, saying “that’s enough.” as stalks out of the room, he looks behind his shoulder, calling “for your sake, you should pray that he brings that prisoner.” but the words hardly register, your mind preoccupied with replaying fox’s words in your head. i trust you, he had said. that meant so many things. i trust you to trust me. i trust you to do the right thing. i trust you to believe in me. i trust you to be strong.

those words are the only thing keeping you together as you wait for what feels like days, all alone in the dark room. your head has been between your knees for so long that your neck has started to hurt. but you perk up when you hear the distant sound of blaster fire.

a million thoughts flash through your mind at once. it must be fox, here to save you. but the bounty hunter had said that you would die if he ambushed. fox would never let that happen. but what if he got hurt? no, he’s strong enough. but what if the bounty hunter, who had already evaded him once, was too strong? 

the sound of the doors sliding open cuts through your thoughts. at first, you only see a shadow, and for a split second you panic thinking that the bounty hunter had come here to finish the job. but as the shadow comes a little closer you realize it’s a man in clone trooper armour; and not just any armour, it was fox’s. he breaks into a run, pulling out a knife to cut through your restraints the moment he gets close enough. 

you two reach for one another at the same time, and fox holds you so tight that it crushes you a little. “are you hurt?” he mumbles into your neck. “no, you saved me.” fox takes a shaky breath, thanking the stars that his ambush had actually worked and that you were still here, and unharmed at that. he wordlessly picks you up, carrying you out of the room. 

“i can walk by myself, y’know,” you say, but the expression on your face indicated that you didn’t mind this situation at all. “not a chance. you’re staying with me tonight.” he says definitively. “aww, are you worried about me, commander?” you tease. he scowls. “stow it.”

a/n: it was so hard coming up with 10 different scenarios for this prompt rahhh

[croxxhair]

bad batch hcs: board games — ᨳଓ

tbb!clones x gn!reader hcs – board games

synopsis: board games they like to play. purely vibes-based. 

featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair

warnings: mild cursing, but otherwise none!

wc (total): 0.9k

.✦ ݁˖ wrecker

the game of life is something wrecker wouldn’t be able to get enough of. as a soldier, there are a lot of things that he doesn’t get to experience. he lives vicariously through the game of life and loves going through each milestone, even if he doesn’t end up winning in the end. purely playing for fun and not to win, although if he loses too many times in a row he will get a little sour about it. he usually opts for the career path, but will sometimes try the college path just for fun. the only thing that irks him is if someone doesn’t let him play with his signature colour. “can i play with the yellow one this time?” “but that’s my lucky car,” he pouts, conflicted between letting his partner do as they wish and giving up his precious car. “i wasn’t being serious, big guy. you can play with your car.” as long as he gets the yellow car, the game is always enjoyable to him, no matter the outcome.

.✦ ݁˖ hunter

hunter has a love-hate relationship with monopoly. he loves how it can be played with a lot of people, so the whole batch (+ you, + omega) can play. however, he’s not very good at it. somehow all his risks are always the wrong ones and land him in more trouble than he’d like. monopoly also takes forever which he loves sometimes because the batch rarely get to do fun things. but he also hates it because as the game goes on, tension rises until it comes spilling over and the entire group is up in arms over a bunch of hotels. he’s a little less competitive than some of the other members but still keen on winning. sometimes, though, he’ll purposely put himself in jeopardy just to let omega win. he doesn’t do that for you though, unless you look particularly pouty – then he caves. he doesn’t want to play often, but when he does, he’s invested.

.✦ ݁˖ echo

echo’s insanely passionate about uno. loves how you can manipulate the rules to come up with a slightly different game every time. it never gets boring for him, and he’s fiercely competitive. he somehow always gets the reversal cards and spams the fuck out of them. although he’s usually one of the more level-headed members of the batch, uno turns him into an entirely different person. if you win he’ll accuse you of cheating and hold it over your head for days. “you swiped one of my cards when i wasn’t looking, i know it.” “no, echo, i didn’t. i don’t even know how to pull that off.” “right… so my draw four card just magically disappeared.” would make you rematch, where he watches every shift in movement through narrowed eyes. every time your hand moves away from your deck, he will snatch his cards closer to his chest.

.✦ ݁˖ tech

tech loves battleship more than he’s willing to admit. reading other people isn’t typically his strong suit, but it can be if he wants it to be. extremely annoying to play with because he almost always wins and is irritatingly smug about it. if he ever loses a game though, he spends way too much time replaying it in his head, keeping in mind all his strategic mistakes for the next game. he watches you carefully, noting every small shift in your expression with the moves he makes. is also mentally calculating the probability of where your ships are based on his previous misses. one day the two of you are playing at his work table, materials and datapad hastily pushed aside to accommodate the board. he spends this turn thinking more than usual, glancing up at you then down at the board numerous times. after a long pause, he confidently declares “C-5.” with a sigh, you reach for the red peg. “hit…”

.✦ ݁˖ crosshair

crosshair’s favourite board game would be scrabble, the perfect mix of luck and strategy. he’s quiet and reserved, and spends most of his time thinking instead of talking. but he has an insane vocabulary; he’s just not showy about it. he secretly reads a lot and has picked up a lot of good words to use in the game. he also likes how it’s just a two-player game, since nights playing with the whole batch can get overstimulatingly noisy. he’s ridiculously skilled at it, leaning back with a smirk every time he plays a word that’s over 30 points. will taunt you both inside and outside of the game. “schmalzy isn’t even a word,” you complain. “too big of a word for you?” he drawls. you go back to playing with a scowl, but with the amount of points he racked up from an eight-letter word (and one with a z at that) you had practically already lost. a few days later, after watching a movie together, he goes “that ending was too schmalzy.” his face is impassive but his tone is smug. “just shut up already.”

a/n: need to play scrabble with crosshair now.

[croxxhair]

clone hcs: seeing you as an inquisitor — ᨳଓ

clones x gn!reader hcs – realizing you’ve become an inquisitor

synopsis: you used to work with them, before the fall of the republic, when you were still a jedi. you fought by their side for years, protecting the same ideals. but with the fall of the republic, you stopped identifying with the jedi, and have turned to the empire. can be read as platonic or romantic.

featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, wolffe, cody

warnings: angst. mentions of violence and death. probably some inaccuracies.

wc (total): 3.5k

.✦ ݁˖ wrecker (669 words)

wrecker never fully understood all the nuances of the force, of the light side or dark side. what he did know was that the jedi were their allies, and the sith their enemies. to put it simply, red lightsaber = bad, any colour other than red = good. he had always liked seeing you fight. you looked so elegant with the lightsaber, and the weapon fascinated him. if he wasn’t so nervous about asking, he longed to give it a try. he always thought the colour suited you well, to the point where he started associating you with it. but the war and order 66 had left him uncertain of your fate. part of him selfishly wished you were still alive, and part of him wished that you were gone, so that you were not around to witness how far the galaxy had fallen. not around to blame yourself and the order for what had happened. not around to have to spend a life in hiding, hunted like a dog by the empire. one day, he’s on a mid rim planet with hunter, trying to recover intel that will help them locate omega. he doesn’t even remember which planet anymore, they’ve been to so many. you, tech, omega…  he’s lost so many. he tries not to think about it, but the thoughts plague him, a nonstop whisper at the edges of his mind. “get down!” he hears from hunter. “what?” he asks, crouching behind a thick line of trees. hunter cocks his head to the left, and then he hears it. the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber duel. from their vantage point, they could see nothing. only hear the hiss of sabers colliding, heavy pants from the opponents. he and hunter stay frozen, hoping not to draw attention to themselves. praying that the fight will head the other way, that they won’t have to try to sneak away or make a run for it. after all, they still needed that intel. but the duel draws closer and closer. wrecker carefully peeks his head out to see exactly how far they are, and thankfully, the fight is a little further away than it sounded. he could see some of it, but their hiding spot should definitely not be compromised so long as the fight continues in another direction. but rather than immediately ducking his head back under the brush, he froze. no, it can’t be… 

of all the possibilities he had imagined for you, working for the empire had not been one of them. but he had watched you fight so many times, always with awe, and that style was unmistakably yours. no, it was a little different - a little more aggressive, slightly harsher swings. you were aiming to kill. and as you leaned forward, pinning the young padawan down, wrecker knew. you wore a mask, one that covered half your face, but he could see your eyes, and that was all he needed. with one last strike, you impaled the padawan with your lightsaber. wrecker watched with wide eyes as you shook the body off your saber, then commed someone to tell them the jedi had been killed. it was so jarring a sight, he almost had to take his helmet off to convince himself it was real. more than any emotion, wrecker is just shocked. he could not bring himself to reconcile the image of you that he had seen so many times on the battlefield with this new one, of a merciless hunter. as him and hunter stalk away, he can’t help but wonder if this was all his fault. he had never even tried to contact you, thinking it was too dangerous, but could he have prevented this change? he always felt like he could successfully take your pain away, ease your worries, at least momentarily. but when you had needed someone most, he wasn’t there. he would push his guilt aside for now, to focus on rescuing omega, but it would come back later, eating at him.

.✦ ݁˖ hunter (361 words)

hunter felt betrayed. he didn’t want to, since associating you with a feeling so ugly felt wrong. but it was there, slowly creeping in, weighing on his mind. he had already mourned losing crosshair to the empire. with crosshair he felt shock, then guilt, then anger, then betrayal. but with you, his mind jumped straight to the last step, unwilling to experience the cycle all over again. as he found you on a security feed on coruscant, meant to serve another purpose, but he couldn’t stop replaying the minute with you. he watched it until he had memorized it, to the point where he could accurately picture the entire clip with his eyes closed. he picked up on things that others wouldn’t have noticed. you looked slightly pale, your cheeks had become more sullen, your hair a little thinner. he didn’t know if he wanted to speculate the cause. following order 66, hunter had preferred not to think about you. he was too focused; he had responsibilities. at least, that was what he would tell himself. in reality, the memory of you was too painful to think about. he didn’t want to become consumed in the what ifs. because he couldn’t afford to, but mostly, because he was scared he would fall apart if he did. but all that had caught up to him, and all his pent up feelings towards you came slamming down around him until they all combined into one big, repulsive feeling of utter betrayal. and he hated it. he had no time to deal with this, and he didn’t know how. it was maddening to him, how you were still alive but unreachable. not only that, you were the enemy, the very thing he has been trying to defeat. the thing that has caused him and his brothers + omega so much pain. it was torture to think about, but he couldn’t get it off his mind. he deleted the part of the footage with you, thinking it would help. it didn’t. after a few days consumed by anger, he filed his feelings away, not wanting to deal with them anymore. that would wait for another day.

.✦ ݁˖ echo (633 words)

echo wholeheartedly believed that you had survived order 66. he had always thought of you as one of the strongest people he knew, a title hard-earned considering he had spent his entire life surrounded by soldiers and generals. but he hadn’t expected this. he stared at the decrypted data he and rex had recovered from an imperial ship. they had stolen the data in order to see how many allies they could scout, as the empire was closing in on them, and their numbers were quickly dwindling. they needed to see how many clones were still alive, which ones were working for the empire, and which ones were considered mia or on a hit list. part of the list contained a list of jedi, to track which ones were dead and which ones needed to be eliminated. technically, looking through that list was a waste of his time- a jedi would be of no use to their rebellion. it would not only drag unwanted attention, but the jedi were already endangered. they had too many of their own struggles to deal with. but curiosity got the better of him. it was foolish to hope that you would be on this small list, and even more foolish to expect to see that you hadn’t been killed in action. both of those things turned out to be less foolish as he thought. not only were you on the list, and alive, but you were fighting for the empire. the slight tremor in his hand made the datapad hard to read. but it was you. he swiped to the next slide, then back, and you were still there. he was not dreaming. it was true. in the right bottom corner of your profile, there was a little box that displayed how many jedi you had killed. how useful you were to the empire. he couldn’t believe his eyes as he read the little number. four. after the temporary disbelief, his reaction is extreme irritation. he’s annoyed, and he doesn’t know why. at the empire, for turning you into this. at himself, for not seeking you out sooner, for just accepting that you were better off on your own. at you, for not being stronger, for not fighting against it. he knew that you knew how morally flawed the empire was, and he was irritated that you had joined them regardless. because if he was strong enough to oppose the empire, you definitely were. you could. and still, you didn’t. 

“hey, you okay back there?” the question hardly registers. he gives rex a dismissive nod, more focused on the irritation clawing at him. he was frustrated, he was annoyed, he was angry, he was disappointed. not just at you, not just at himself, not even just at the empire. he was upset with everyone. the entire galaxy. echo felt saddened every time one of his brothers died. he carried their losses with him, and they weighed on him, each one a little stone in his pocket. even on missions, he would set his blaster to stun, unable to look his brothers in the eye and shoot them down, even if the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. but you had killed four jedi. one could be dismissed; you were confused. maybe even two, although any number higher than zero was egregious. but four? you knew what you were doing. and you continued anyways. as he put the datapad down, he realized that you had died. the version of you that he cared about was gone. he was hopeful that you would come back one day, that you would realize the faults of the empire the way crosshair had. but his depression got the better of him- he carried your loss with him, this stone a little heavier than the others.

.✦ ݁˖ tech (362 words)

tech had run all sorts of numbers in his head on what could have happened to you following order 66. death was the most likely outcome. chances of survival were slim, and if you were alive, the highest probability was you were in hiding. leaving your life of a jedi behind, in a galaxy where being a jedi had become unacceptable. the chances of you working for the empire, let alone becoming an inquisitor, had been less than a few percent. a number so small that tech had dismissed it as negligible. and tech is seldom wrong. which is why he’s astounded. he freezes as he spots you from the trees where he’s currently trying to get a better comm signal. you looked so different that he could hardly recognize you. he saw you, he knew it was you, but he did not recognize you. everything about you had changed. he mentally contrasted the current picture of you with the one he had grown familiar with, filing away every detail in his brain for later analysis. he did not have time to gawk at you from the shadows. he knew with certainty that if you spotted him, he was as good as dead. that is what the empire demanded- unyielding loyalty, as he had seen with crosshair. it was improbable that the empire would allow you such a role if you had shown anything less than pure dedication. the moment lasted a few seconds, and then you were gone. as he snapped back to what he was doing, he grew more and more uncertain that you hadn’t noticed him. although the workings of the force were unknown to him, as most of that information had remained in the hidden jedi archives, he had witnessed your ability to sense others through the force. he wonders if you had been so focused on the hunt that you had not noticed, but he knew that was statistically unlikely, if your previous abilities were a viable reference point. no, he was fairly certain that you had known he was there and let him go, a puzzle which he would go on to obsess over for months.

.✦ ݁˖ crosshair (359 words)

crosshair understands needing to maintain purpose amidst a changing galaxy. he had heard whispers of the new jedi hunters while working for the empire. it had started out as a hypothetical, as most of the jedi were supposed to be dead. he was unsure if he even believed it; had dismissed it as a thought, since you were probably dead anyways. that was something he would have to come to terms with one way or another. you were a jedi, and that made you a traitor, no matter how doubtful it sounded to his heart. when he caught you walking in the distance, across a landing zone, he had to do a double take. no, it really was you. dressed in monochromatic armour, a mask covering your face, but it was definitely you. at first, his mind struggles to make sense of it all. the batch had not fought alongside one general consistently, as they were usually either independent or sent to assist. but he had fought with you the most, and in his mind, you had always been the very picture of what a jedi should be. after all, you had dedicated your life to the jedi order. he is intrigued to learn why you switched. in a sense, he is relieved. he doesn’t know how he would feel if you were still a jedi. are you? would he be able to kill you? he does not wonder because of your strength, he wonders because he is unsure his loyalty to the empire is enough to allow him to follow through with killing you. the padawan he chased on Kaller, that was easy. a simple directive. but he doesn’t know if he could kill you, because boy, would he be compelled to. good soldiers follow orders. he’s glad he won’t have to find out. still, the sight is jarring to him. to see your once beautiful fluorescent lightsaber emit the violent red light startles him more than he thinks it should. it keeps coming back to him, replaying in his mind, unsure why the thought won’t dismiss itself. just like before, he couldn’t get his mind off you.

.✦ ݁˖ rex (401 words)

rex is heartbroken. not for him, but for you. he knows how much being a jedi meant to you. how close you held those ideals to your heart. patience, virtue, peace. to see you stand so harshly against the ideals you once fought so strongly for makes his heart ache. he knew the galaxy had changed too much too quickly, more than anyone could handle. he had watched his brothers either fall to the empire or become wanted fugitives. living that life himself, he knew how hard it was. the constant paranoia. the inability to settle down. always living from one moment to the next, unable to look forward, unable to look back. as he watches you from the shadows, in the middle of an operation to recover some needed intel, he wonders what caused you to break. anger, at the failures of the order? did you blame yourself for everything that happened? was it survival; were you simply tired of running? he had seen how heavily it all weighed on ahsoka. although he would never understand what it was like to be a jedi, he could imagine how deeply it would cut to see everything you had fought so hard for fall apart. he longed to stop, to ask you. to talk to you. to offer you a shoulder when you probably had no support, and for you to reciprocate, as you used to for each other. but he can’t. the confines of the mission were not stopping him - he was skilled and determined enough to take a small detour, to allow for one small delay, if it meant seeing you again. no, what stopped him was the look in your eyes. empty, void of any emotion where there used to be so many. he was a wanted fugitive, running from the empire, and you were here to hunt. predator and prey. although he knew that your primary objective was to find and kill jedi, he wasn’t so sure that you would be above taking him in, or worse. it hurt him to even think like that - you, his precious secret, but he couldn’t help the doubt that seeped into his brain. he had already seen so many of his brothers fall, and he still had too much work to do. so, with a dull ache in his chest, he turned away, wondering if he would ever see you again.

.✦ ݁˖ wolffe (385 words)

wolffe kept a straight face as he watched you pass him in the imperial compound. your eyes swept over him once, and then your head turned as if you didn’t even know who he was. like he was part of an old life, one that you didn’t live anymore. that’s what got him more than seeing you as an inquisitor. a bit of a surprise, sure, but you had become a soldier of the empire, just as he had. the jedi were traitors anyways; you had come to the right side, done the right thing. but it wasn’t quite you. those eyes that had always held so much warmth, so much joy-that he narcissistically liked to believe was because of him-dismissed him as if he was nothing more than another stranger. something inconsequential that you didn’t have the time for. this was foreign to him as he felt no different. an order was an order, and he had always been a soldier. the fact that the people giving them had changed didn’t change who he was. loyal and fierce, strengths that allowed him to lead the wolfpack and that have now landed him in a commanding position again with the empire. but it looked like the empire had wiped away everything that made you you. saying that you were a shell of your former self was inaccurate. he couldn’t be sure, because after all, he had only seen you for a few seconds. but those few seconds had been enough to show him that you were a different person altogether. war changed people, he knew that. and to see the once revered jedi be reduced to a legacy of betrayal would have probably hit you hard as well. but this was unlike anything he had ever seen. he found himself replaying the encounter in his head. he tried to imagine what you would be like now, if you were to hang out the way the both of you used to. would you even want to?  he didn’t know what had happened for you to change so suddenly. he didn’t even know if he wanted to find out, selfishly wanting to preserve the cherished image he had of you in his head. the one that brought him peace, the memory that helped him sleep at night.

.✦ ݁˖ cody (400 words)

cody would feel doubt more than anything else. but the more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became. he had already started having doubts about the empire, wondering if he’s really doing the right thing. it had never sat right with him that the jedi that he had fought alongside for years were suddenly traitors to be executed. he had so much respect for general kenobi, and it was impossible for him to fully accept that he could possibly be a traitor to the republic, now empire. he and his team had been assigned to accompany you on a mission to track down a jedi that was still alive according to imperial records. someone had reported a sighting on geonosis. when he first heard your name, he thought it must simply be a coincidence. but he was wrong. he stands at attention as the inquisitor enters the room, but his stance almost falters when he realizes who it is. you look over at him, and he can see a split second of emotion cross your face. it was so fast that he hadn’t been able to make out what it was. recognition? sadness? shock? he was uncertain. your expression had returned to its impassive state so quickly he wasn’t sure it had even happened. at first, he was uncertain how to feel. it was simply so unexpected. but as the mission dragged onwards, he got the chance to see exactly how much you’d changed. his doubts directed at the empire increased exponentially over the next few days. he was fairly certain that you had not changed so much of your own free will. was this the kind of government he wanted to serve, the one that wants to decommission his brothers? the one that was so cruel it could change someone the way you had? he had been trained to follow orders without question. but doubt had filled his mind with poison. he thought of you as a reflection of what the empire did to people, a prime example that maybe the empire wasn’t so peaceful as it seemed. throughout the mission, you had acted as if you didn’t know him, as if he was just another clone. but that was never your style, so what exactly happened to change that? he would spend a long time after that mission wondering if he really belonged in the empire.

a/n: thanks for reading!