I Am Yours (And You Are Mine) | Kix
THERE’S NO GIFS FOR HIM EITHER?!?! WHY!!?
okay honestly i haven’t written anything for him yet and that is a disgrace, have some soft kix before i crush you with sad jesse - i worked hard on this, so i hope you enjoy it
kix + a kiss of passion // female!reader
oh also, for those of you who were looking for the mysterious clone that hair!dresser reader fell in love with in my haircut headcanons?
Kix hasn’t really known what it’s like to be in love. To have someone to come home to. To imagine anything other then what he is: a soldier, a medic, a healer. He doesn’t pay attention to simplicities. His eyes are constantly drowning in his reality - blood and bone and muscles and death - and that doesn’t grant him the luxury of being able to do anything else because he’s constantly dwelling over the well being of every brother who comes into his medbay.
So as each soul does when they’re weary, he goes looking for relief. For peace.
He finds that peace in the most unlikely place. A little hair salon on the corner opposite of Seventy-Nines. It’s quaint - barely big enough to hold a dozen chairs - with a welcome desk behind the front window that holds a dim light that illuminates the front of the salon in a amber glow.
It’s late at night the first time he ventures in. You could’ve sworn you locked the door before moving to the back room to attend to the financials but then your bell tings and annoyance floods your body.
“I said we’re cl-” You’re cut off mid-sentence by the shock of a clone trooper in your store, eyeing the walls and the haircare materials you often sell to the customers who can afford it. “Hello trooper. What can I do for you?”
You’ve read the Holonet. You’ve seen the videos. You know what the citizens of the Galactic Republic think about their soldiers. That they’re just test-subjects. Pawns. Tools.
You refuse to follow the crowd.
“I’m sorry to disturb you ma’am,” He says sheepishly. “I was just looking for-”
He smiles, clearly embarrassed that you were able to pinpoint it so quickly. It’s a smile that sends warmth flooding through your body and curling your toes. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t nice to look at.. to admire. “Yes.” Amber eyes meet yours through the shadows as he rolls his shoulders in the armor that weighs him down. “My name is Kix.”
He’s wearing the medic insignia on his shoulder.
“It’s nice to meet you, Kix.” You greet softly. “You can call me Star.”
