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
