Cassian Multi Jacket Headcanon
Alright this post about how Cassian has like a million jackets made me feel things and I wrote a long headcanon about how Cassian obtained all his clothes
Legit though…headcanon time
-Cassian began taking clothes from everyone on the base by accident
-It all began one day when he just grabbed a jacket off a chair because he was in a hurry to leave on a mission
-He didn’t realize it wasn’t his jacket until he was back on his ship after the mission
-Instead of finding out whose jacket it was it ended up shoved in the back of his closet or under his bed
-This continued happening over and over
-Kay began bringing up the probability of how likely it would be for someone to recognize their missing jacket on Cassian
-Surprisingly no one noticed for months
-By then Cassian had accumulated so many articles of clothing they were thrown throughout his room and ship
-He wore them frequently because he had never owned a variety of clothes
-Finally, someone noticed their missing jacket on his back
-Instead of bringing it up they brushed it off because they had lost it over a year ago
-However a few days later a fellow mechanic had to do some work on Cassian’s ship and found clothes thrown all over the place
-After spreading the word about the missing clothes people had been complaining about for months about 30 people end up lined up outside Cassian’s ship waiting to check his stash and see if their clothes were in there
-Cassian contemplated keeping his stash in his room but Kay pointed out that people would notice what he was wearing now that they knew he was the mystery behind all their missing clothes
-Cassian gave back all the clothes by having a type of “yard sale” in the hangar
-Mon walked into the hangar that morning took one look at Cassian auctioning off a jacket, sighed very deeply and walked away quickly
-Leia had also been around that day and rolled her eyes before she realized that Cassian had somehow obtained one of her shirts she had lost months ago which she promptly took back with a friendly glare
-After giving back the clothes Cassian realized that more than half of his accumulated clothing was everybody else’s and got stuck with his puffy blue coat for all his excursions
-He constantly complained about it to Kay who asked him to keep his complaints to himself because he had already warned him about stealing (BORROWING -Cassian) everyone else’s clothes
-After a while, complaining and all, Cassian began to find his favorite jackets and articles of clothing lying around in his ship, on his bed or on his usual chair in the lunch room
-When Cassian left for Scarif all those jackets and clothes he had borrowed were left lying around the base
-When he didn’t come back nobody really knew what to do with the clothes
-Nobody had the heart to move them or use them again and so they remained on chairs he had frequented or on his favorite perch in the hangar or just lying on the floor in the hangar where his ship used to be
-When new rebels joined they were confused by the amount of jackets and clothes lying all over the place until they were told the story of the brave hero Cassian and his love of “borrowing” his fellow rebels clothes
-The stories were passed on and on for years
-Many of the clothes were eventually used as the war got harder and resources got more scarce
-One jacket still remains to this day on the wall next to where his ship used to be
-Many of the jackets were passed down with the story of Cassian and how he and rogue one saved the rebellion
-One particular jacket ended up in Kes Dameron’s care
-He wore the jacket with pride and made sure to tell everyone how brave his friend Cassian had been
-He also made sure to tell his son Poe stories of the heroic Rogue One and how close he was to one of the members
-Poe grew up wishing to wear that jacket and frequently tried it on while his parents weren’t looking
-(They were definitely looking)
-Finally, Poe was old enough, though he was alone for he had lost his parents along with the stories they had shared with him
-However, he wore that jacket every day to remind him how any day could be your last and you never know when you’re going to leave a piece of yourself, maybe just a jacket, behind for someone else to find and pass your story on
-And he did find someone to pass the story onto
-Someone who now wears that jacket with pride not yet knowing the story behind it and the story he is going to be a part of
