I haven't been very active on this blog for the last few years😬
I hate to admit it, but life really does go on and unfortunately things do get in the way.
I still love this community and have a very soft place in my heart for it. It was absolutely exactly what I needed at the time and I really did enjoy it. You've all been so encouraging and lovely!
I still think it's kinda mad that anyone would want to read (and actually enjoy!) my writing, so I thank all of you for that. I'm glad I could make some of you happy with it!
I still love to write, and I try to do it as much as possible (I'm flirting with the idea of writing a book if you can believe it...) But unfortunately I can't realistically see myself writing very much on this blog atm.
I will log back on as often as I can, just to keep check on the blog, so if you do have any questions/asks/comments please don't hesitate to leave them! I will absolutely read them and get round to answering them eventually.
For now, I hope some of you can still enjoy this blog and all my silly little stories!🩵🩵
Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week (and last week)! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.
🍁 = 18+ content
Fics:
The Clone Wars:
My Pleasure, Senator (Commander Fox x f!Reader) by @corrieguards
"What Did You Think Was Going to Happen?" (Commander Fox x gn!Reader) by @wild-karrde
Song of the Stars (Fives x OC Kyla Starsinger) by @returnofthepineapple
Shared Solitude (Commander Bacara x gn!Reader) by @orangez3st
The Mindset of a Set Mind (Dogma x OC Jheyla Krim) by @eclec-tech
Pre-Citadel Echo Ficlet (Echo x f!Reader) by @eternal-transcience
If It's Not You, It's Not Anyone (Echo x gn!Reader) by @starqueensthings
The Tragedy of Level 1325 by @frostycatblr-fandom-files
The Ties That Bind Us by @saggitary
The Bad Batch:
🍁 The Metal of a Man (Echo x f!Reader) by @marierg
🍁 Haunted (Demon!Hunter x f!Reader) by @reader6898
The Batch Family by @masterjedilenawrites
Obi-Wan Kenobi:
🍁 True Librarian (Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!Reader) by @pickleprickle
The Book of Boba Fett:
Sour Grapes (Vineyard Owner!Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess
🍁 Moth to a Flame (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @acatalystrising
🍁 Biscuits and Beskar (Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu) by @marierg
Star Wars Legends:
🍁 Gar Cyare (Alpha-17 x f!Reader) by @wanderinginksplot-writes
Phineas and Ferb - Star Wars:
Jedi Lessons on Tuesdays by @jedi-valjean
Dragon Ball:
Pillow Talk (Bulma x Vegeta) by @rcmclachlan
A Different Baby by @secretsofdbz
Batman:
Lasso (let go) by @thefreakoutsideyourwindow
Call of Duty:
🍁 King of the Dark Side (Phillip Graves x John Price) by @cod-dump
Crossover AUs:
Your True Face (Legend of Zelda x Super Mario Crossover) by Zeldan (AO3)
Art:
Star Wars:
Daydreaming by @the-rain-on-kamino
The Bad Batch:
🍁 Phee Shows Hunter her Rigging Skills (Hunter x Phee) by @retroanimechris
The Baby Batch: Protest Hugs by @ladykagewaki
The Baby Batch: Cootie Season by @ladykagewaki
The Mandalorian:
Mando Man by @artkvoka
Reunion (Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth) by @astrangebird
Dungeons and Dragons:
Aisha, a Tiefling Warlock by @the-rain-on-kamino
Arthur, a Paladin by @the-rain-on-kamino
Critical Role:
Bolaire Lathalia by @tommieglenn
Dragon Ball:
Goku and Goten Comic by @sunnyblus
A Court of Thorns and Roses Series:
Elain and Azriel Art by @wolfandbearr
This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal) with a Fandom Friday rec. I'm so sorry I didn't get this in earlier, time got away from me this week! If it's too late, I totally understand. I'd like to add it to next week's then.
My Pleasure, Senator by @corrieguards
Last time I recommended one where Wolffe had a crush. Well this week, it's Fox who has a crush. And it is ADORABLE!!! I love our sleep-deprived and overworked commander going out of his way to see his crush. So so sweet! <3
FOX FLUFF FOR THE WIN YEAAAAAAAAAH! Can't explain it, but there's *something* about when a man as disciplined as Fox breaks the rules (even if they're his own personal rules), and him just being this level of smitten? MY HEART. Thanks for sending this one in!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
Thanks to @the-bad-batch-baroness for my beautiful header!
What I Read in September 2025
This is a list of all I read and reblogged last month. Please show these folks some love! <3 I highly recommend all these fics.
(There is a section at the end of Call of Duty fics. Most of them are more like drabbles. It's easy for me to reblog a lot of them, because they're short, and I don't usually make comments. But I reblog them to a different sideblog, so many of you probably haven't seen them.)
What I Read Masterlist
Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws
Hunter
For the Long Run by @dindjarindiaries - Old Man Hunter and Adult Omega...lotsa crying with this one! But in a beautiful way!
Don't Hide by @clone-anon-after-dark - Hunter x Reader (my Kinktober in September request)
If I Gave You My Hand Would You Take It?: Ch. 2 by @jedipoodoo - Hunter x Reader (Western AU)
The Bad Batch
Through Young Eyes (Pabu Days Zine) by @eclec-tech - Hunter and Phee are pals
Saturday's Child: Part 5 by @feralferrule - Echo x OC
How They Kiss You by @keiosity - TBB x Reader: How each member of the Batch kisses you.
The Batch Family: The Sick Day by @masterjedilenawrites - The Batch as kids with their OC mom, Beth
Wolffe
No Turning Back: Ch. 4 by @ulchabhangorm - Wolffe x OC
Hopelessly Devoted by @vodika-vibes - Wolffe x Reader
I Yearn and So I Fear: Ch. 24 by @enigmaticexplorer - Wolffe x OC
Fox
A Hostile Intervention by BeanieBaby on AO3 - Fox and his command batch brothers
My pleasure, Senator by @corrieguards - Fox x Reader
Dogma
The Mindset of a Set Mind: Ch. 3 by @eclec-tech - Dogma x OC
Alpha-17
Gar Cyare: Chapter 27 by @wanderinginksplot-writes - Alpha-17 x Reader
Others
Marks on My Skin, Part 2 by @mandos-mind-trick - Mayday x Reader x Crosshair (Soulmate AU)
Early Bird Gets Ridden (TLOU) by @millermami - Joel Miller x Reader
Call of Duty
Giving Ghost Head by @kevlarjumpsuit - Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (GN)
Ghost Lives Next to an Old Woman by @laswells-ashtray
Simon Fresh Out of the Shower by @eatpetals-deactivated - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Return to Sender by @sai-int - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
In Contempt by @sai-int - Sequel to Return to Sender
Cockwarming by @gloomwitchwrites - Task Force 141 x Reader
Ghost With a Tactile Reader by @rawme-price - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Canine by @delusionsofgrandeur13 - YourRoomate!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Bared Teeth by @delusionsofgrandeur13 - YourRoomate!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Getting By With a Little Help From Your Friend by @wings-and-beskar - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Prosthetic Arm Simon by @anghimalaaynasapuso - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Simon with a Plus-size Reader by @wings-and-beskar - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
You're Drunk by @tobeholyistobeempty - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
You're Drunk: Part 2 by @tobeholyistobeempty - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Simon and His Autistic Wife by @rockcollector3000 - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
More of Simon and His Autistic Wife by @rockcollector3000
Simon and His Autistic Wife: Part 3 by @rockcollector3000
Simon Riley Who Needs You to be Louder During Sex by @succubusvalentine
Food Aggressive!Simon x Reader who likes sharing by @benjaboyisatwink
Simon Makes You Cum by @theorist-fox - Simon x Reader
Reader who doesn't speak English as their first language and Simon being so in love!! by @skyrigel - Simon x Reader
Soap and Price meet an older woman by @partiallysame
Simon whose wife is a perfectly ordinary civilian by @dvg-tvgs
Ghost Has a Thing for Nerds by @kevlarjumpsuit - Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (GN)
When Simon comes home after a long or difficult deployment by @wings-and-beskar - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Drunk simon who swears by your pussy by @simonz-angel - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Obsessively domestic Simon headcanons by @cod-bin - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Task Force 141 with a partner who giggles during sexy times by @gloomwitchwrites - All of Task Force 141 x Readers
Kissing Ghost on the Forehead by @nrdmssgs - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Simon Riley and Cameras by @succubusvalentine - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader by @skyrigel
Ghost, But His Partner is a Witch by @kevlarjumpsuit - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (GN)
Ghost, But His Partner is a Witch: Part 2 by @kevlarjumpsuit
Just imagining Reader being close friends with Missus Laswell by @silverlullabies
Thinking about how Simon still hides his face behind a mask by @wings-and-beskar - Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader
Continuation of Just Imagining Reader being close friend with Missus Laswell by @silverlullabies
141 & friends signature scent headcanons by @kevlarjumpsuit
Venom/Ghost x Reader by @motzglorp
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Venom x Reader by @motzglorp
Thinking About Painting Ghost's Nails by @kevlarjumpsuit
Going to a Football Game With the 141 by @ediblechainsaw
Wrong Person by @bennysmiller - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Simon Riley and His Autistic Girlfriend by @rockcollector3000- Simon x Reader
Continuation of Simon Riley and His Autistic Girlfriend
Simon x Reader x Johnny by @basementwifey
Imagine Teasing Konig All Day by @total-killer-brainrot - Konig x Reader
Ours by @motzglorp - Venom!Simon x Reader
The One He Writes To by @multific - Johnny MacTavish x Reader
Sexting With Your Best Friend, Gaz by @kevlarjumpsuit - Gaz x Reader
Return to Sender blurbs by @sai-int - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader in a pub by @beebymoonlight
Ghost x Reader Shotgunning Smoke by @draftedpage (this made me want to smoke for the first time ever)
Ghost x Asthmatic Reader by @total-killer-brainrot
Konig is a bit of a stalker by @medusahates - Konig x Reader
Konig Fucks the Same Way He Fights by @silverlullabies - Konig x Reader
Annoying Shit They Do by @writingoddess1125 - COD Men x Reader
OC/reader has prosthetics and they malfunction! So OC/reader is disabled in some fashion until their prosthetics are fixed.
If you do wanna have a go at it, please have fun! No pressure!! Lots of love - Hales
A/N: first of all, can I just say you are the sweetest human for this idea and I love your mind. Secondly, words cannot express how sorry and embarrassed I am that it took this long to post. I have no excuse, I just hope you at least enjoy. 💙
Stick Together
Echo x reader
Summary: Your prosthetics malfuction during a mission. Echo helps you even through your stubborness.
Word count: 1,4k
C/W: slight description of wounds. Fluff and comfort.
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Stupid.
How could you be so fucking stupid.
You knew the salt from this planet would be too much for your prosthetics. Echo had made a point to warn you before, to try and tell you to make sure they were protected. Wrap them up, don’t go in the water if you can avoid it, dry it properly…
But you’d brushed him off, more focused on the mission. The mission was more important than you, you could deal with the consequences later.
He was right tho, as he usually was.
—
In your defence, it had been fine.
Mostly.
It wasn’t until half way though the walk back to the havoc that it really started acting up.
The mixture of sand and salt had somehow made it into every single joint of the leg, making it all stiff and gritty.
The salt in the thick misty air alone would be enough to give you problems, but the fact that you’d been stupid enough to wade through the water instead of waiting on shore like Echo didn’t help.
The whole walk back to the Havoc was a fight. Painfully slow, the joints in the leg stiff and gritty. Every step you took let out this horrific screeching sound.
You could feel Echo’s eyes watching you the whole walk back, but you chose to ignore it.
Wrecker had offered to give you a piggy ride back but you refused, too stubborn to accept the help.
Yes, you had made a mistake, but you were going to manage on your own. You always had, you weren’t going to stop now.
The sight of the ship on the horizon almost brought tears of joy to your eyes. The rest are slightly ahead of you, up the stairs and already rushing around as they prepare for take off.
You grit your teeth as you force yourself to climb up the steps, finally making your way to your bunk and practically falling onto it.
Echo quietly makes his way towards you, also sitting on his bunk opposite you.
He catches your eye like he wants to say something.
You sigh, still slightly out of breath from your strenuous walk back, your shirt sticking to your sweaty skin “Please don’t Echo. I can’t do a lecture right now”
He lifts his hands in surrender “I wasn’t going to”
You send him a look that says ‘yeah sure you weren’t’ before you sit up enough to keep yourself steady as you feel the ship lift into the air.
You can still feel Echos eyes on you all during the take off sequence. You close your eyes to avoid his gaze, focusing on regaining your breathing and grateful for the excuse of take off to stay seated.
Waiting until the ship is safely in hyperspace, you stick a hand under your bunk, pulling your tool bag from underneath it as you start to pick out your supplies.
Pushing your hair out of your face, you look down at the knee joint of your prosthetic, grumbling to yourself as you notice the thick layer of rust formed around all the screws and hinges. It’s so bad you don’t even know where to start…
You feel Echos quiet eyes still on you as you pick up a screwdriver, making an albeit pathetic attempt at loosening one of the screws. It doesn’t budge one bit, thick rust gathered in all of the rivets of the screw and keeping it firmly stuck.
A lot of it is going to need to be replaced. The smart thing to do would be to try and take the whole prosthetic off first, and then focus on fixing what you could.
But you’re too tired and too annoyed to stop and think, instead you let the anger wash over you. Why could you never get used to this? Why couldn’t you just have a normal leg? You firm your grip on the handle of the screwdriver, and let the frustration take over as you attempt to force it harder.
Not surprisingly, the rusted screw head snaps, the screwdriver slipping and landing straight into your other thigh.
You drop it immediately, hand going to grip your thigh and eyes squeezing shut as you take a sharp breath in pain.
Echo is up and in front of you immediately.
You open your eyes enough to look up at him “I’m fine” you dismiss stubbornly
Echo just sighs, shaking his head as he kneels in front of you. He tugs at your hands until you let go, his hands replacing yours as he keeps a bit of pressure on your thigh. It’s not really a deep wound, more of a gash. But it is bleeding a bit, so he grabs a towel from your bunk and keeps it pressed down.
No told you sos, no snarky comments. Gentle and patient.
That’s something you’d always loved about Echo.
So calm, so understanding.
He barely ever shouted or lost his temper. Always so caring and kind.
Eventually he looks up at you, eyes meeting yours as he tilts his head.
“Why are you so damn stubborn, huh?”
There’s no malice behind the question, no anger. Just pure resignation.
Somehow, that hurts more.
“I’m sorry” you mutter, forcing your eyes to meet his “ I just- I hate not being able to just be normal you know?” You gesture down towards your prosthetic, a hint of disgust taking over your voice “I hate that this limits me”
His own eyes drift down to your metal leg before making their way back up to your face, a look of understanding filling his eyes “I get what you’re saying. Trust me I do” he reassures.
A beat of silence before he talks again “But you need to learn to look at it differently.” he explains gently “I understand it’s frustrating, I understand it makes you feel less than. But you can’t change it. It’s what makes you you.”
You nod, chewing on your cheek, a nervous habit you’ve had for a ms long as you can remember. You do understand what he’s saying. But it’s soo much easier said than done.
He smiles a little sadly, thumb gently swiping over your cheek as he turns your face to face him as he calls your name
“It takes time. Be patient with yourself. I promise you’ll get there”
You nod, smiling gently although it doesn't quite reach your eyes “Yeah, I can try”
He smiles, hand drifting to the back of your neck and giving it a little squeeze “Good, that’s a start”
He turns his attention back to your thigh, listing the towel enough to take a peak. The small gash seems to have stopped bleeding at least.
He stands, moving back to his bunk to pull a med kit out from underneath.
You sit up straighter “It's ok Echo. I can do it myself-”
He gives you a look that immediately silences you. He wordlessly kneels back in front of you, opening the med kit and retrieving an antiseptic spray.
You watch silently as he sprays it on the gash, gently scrubbing away the dried blood and dirt.
“I used to feel the same” he breaks the silence, attention still on the wound as he talks “Still do sometimes”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah” he admits “I understand how you're feeling. But the same thing that you think is a curse can be an advantage. If you let it”
His eyes flick up to you “You have to learn to use it”
You watch in silence as he finishes cleaning, picking up a bacta patch and carefully applying it. Once he's done he looks back up to you, giving you a gentle smile when he sees you already looking at him.
“Thank you” you say “And not just for taking care of that” you add, gesturing to the bacta patch. You take his hand in yours, squeezing it slightly “Thank you for understanding, for putting up with me”
He smiles, chuckling lightly as he shakes his head “No problem darling. We gotta stick together, yeah?”
You nod, smiling as you give his hand another squeeze “Yeah, together.”
He nods, standing back up and putting his hands on his hips as he looks down at your prosthetic. It really is gonna need a lot of work.
“Let's eat first” he decides eventually “Stay put and I’ll bring you a plate. Then we can tackle fixing what we can.”
This is so wonderful!! Thank you so much Ezzie! My heart is so happy!! I can just see Echo and his reactions. And Wrecker's loud energetic offer of a piggy back ride. And Hunter's slight winces from the prosthetic sounds. 😍😍😍
I'm so glad you enjoyed!! Sorry again it took so long, thanks for not giving up on me lol.
It was such a lovely idea for a fic! Echo would be so so understanding in something like this and I wanted to try and do that justice so I'm glad it came through!!
Can I get some work-stressy, depressy Commander Foxxy having a crush on somebody please? ♥
A/N: Hey!! Sorry it took me so long to get round to this, I've been through a bit of a rough time recently and writing has unfortunately taken a back seat for a long time. I also most definitely haven't read though it as much as I should've. Most definitely not up to my usual standard so I do apologise. I hope it's still decent tho!! <3
'My Pleasure, Senator'
Commander Fox x reader
Summary: Fox is always know for being efficient, for having a reliable and firm work ethic. A certain Senator manages to bring out a gentler softer side to him though...
Word count: 2,1k
C/W: fluff and slight awkwardness
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Fox didn’t do crushes.
Some of his brothers seemed to enjoy it. Hell, Thorn seemed to be a natural, he could flirt with a rock if he had to and still make it fall head over heels for him.
But Fox had always tried to keep his distance from it all. It wasn’t realistic. He’d never be able to keep a good relationship with his lifestyle, so why even bother entertaining the idea?
That was, until he met you.
Where he used to think crushes weren’t worth the trouble, now he was willing to do all sorts of stupid things just to see you.
Walk the long way round just to catch a glimpse of you. Take just a little extra time at the caff machine because he knew you came every day at 0600 hours without fail. Volunteer for Senate security duty even though it was the most boring of all, just so he could watch you in congress.
Fox really did not do crushes.
So why did he have such a massive one on you?
—--
It seemed so silly really. It’s not like he’d ever be able to be with you.
You were a senator, you had responsibilities, bigger problems.
And he was a clone Commander in the Guard, which came with more than its fair share of its own responsibilities.
But still, just the thought of you made it that little bit easier to wake up in the morning. Gave him that extra motivation to show up.
Suddenly, he looked forward to things more.
He’d replay all your tiny little interactions in his head when he was bored on patrol. The mere thought of you making the long lonely shifts pass quicker.
As much as it pained him to admit it, you truly had him wrapped around your little finger.
He'd pick up extra shifts just to be where you would be. Speech at the Senate? He was there. Needed a squad to escort you off world? He’s first in line.
He wasn’t actively trying to make a move on you. But your presence was just… calming.
It was nice to watch you, be with you, listen to you.
He just liked you.
He admired your gentle way of expressing yourself. It was one of the first things that had ever brought you to his attention.
He was on senate security duty, picking up the shift that everyone hated and avoided. All the proud and aloof senators arguing together.
In this particular senate session, you were presenting your case against some of the abysmal work conditions in the lower levels of Coruscant.
You were respectful, but you weren't going to let yourself be pushed around, that much was obvious.
Firm, but subtle. Gentle, but determined.
He was so enraptured he didn't even check the time once during the whole shift. Something that he’d usually do every 5 minutes, begging for it to be over.
The first time he’d actually interacted with you outside of Senate was when his squad was assigned as a security escort for you.
You'd talked to him and his brothers like they were actual fellow humans and made a point of thanking them all personally afterward. Even going so far as sending a small packet of fancy caff grounds to the guard quarters, after they had confided in you that they all practically lived off it.
This small action quickly made you a guard favourite, the boys always sending you a polite nod or a little salute when they passed you in the senate halls.
This also meant that anytime you sent in a request for help of any kind, the boys were always quick and eager to get it done and delivered for you.
So that brought you to Fox, strolling to your personal quarters in the late hours of the evening.
Could he have sent these files on his datapad? Probably. But, as mentioned before, he truly would take any excuse to see you.
He knocked on the door of your quarters, taking a step back and tucking his helmet under his arm. He runs a hand through his hair as he waits for you to answer.
Your door slides open, your face peaking out into the corridor, smile quickly forming when you realised who it was.
"Oh Commander Fox" you stepped out into the corridor, smoothing your clothes subtly and tucking some stray hairs behind your ears "How can I help you?"
His eyes quickly ran down your form, taking in the relaxed clothes you were in, your hair gathered messily on top of your head. His eyes lingering on your bare face. Pretty.
"Sorry Senator, I only wanted to deliver the reports you asked for" he handed you the datapad before ducking his head and turning away "I'll be on my way"
"Fox" you called after him, making him stop and turn around "Thank you” you say before he can turn away again.
Simple, sweet. Yet Fox’ heart still does a little dance in his chest.
He smiles back, uncharacteristically soft for him “My pleasure, Senator”
“I’ll be sure to have it back to you by tomorrow” you assure, tapping the datapad.
He nods “No rush, as long as you need. Just send me comm when you need me to come pick it up”
Your eyes linger slightly over his face, the bags under his eyes, silently taking it in although you don’t say anything. Instead you nod, still smiling that same gentle smile “Will do” you assure “Get some rest Commander” you add
Fox nods, giving you a small almost teasing salute “You too, Senator”
You lock eyes for another second before he turns on his heels. You find yourself smiling as you watch him walk down the corridor, only breaking out of it once he rounds the corner.
You walk back into your quarters, setting the datapad on your desk as you sit back down on your chair, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you get comfortable.
It’s late, late enough that the only light is coming from your desk lamp. You should be resting, but you really do need to finish this speech for the senate.
You find your mind wandering back to Fox as you work. You think about how tired he looked. He always does to be fair, but he looked even more so tonight.
He was still in his full armour when he dropped off the datapad, so he must’ve come straight from patrol to you. And knowing him he probably went straight back to patrol after seeing you instead of resting like you’d said.
You smile gently as you think, shaking your head. He truly was impossible, but the work ethic was admirable.
The datapad screen starts to dim in front of you and you realise you’ve been staring at it without actually working. You shake yourself from your thoughts, tapping the screen to stop it from turning off as you get back to work.
—---
The next day Fox finds himself checking his comm more frequently, waiting for your message to pop up. But as the afternoon goes on, it never shows up.
He’d been hoping to be able to use the excuse to see you again, but he brushes off the disappointment. You’d probably been working too hard as usual.
It isn't until late that night, when he's on shift in the holding cells, that he hears a light tap on the glass pane in front of him.
He looks up, seeing you standing on the other side with that same gentle smile he has come to love.
You give him a little wave “Hello Commander” your voice crackles through the comms “I thought I would drop the datapad off in person seeing as you were so kind to bring it to my quarters the other night” you explain, lifting the datapad in question to show him.
“Oh” he replies, taken aback “Oh no problem Senator, I would’ve been more than happy to pick it up. That's what I’m here for”
“I know, but I was passing this way anyway so…” you trail off, shrugging.
He nods, looking back at you for a beat before noticing you still have the datapad in hand.
“Hang on, I’ll come round to you” he says as he gets up. You watch as he walks towards the door, disappearing from sight before he’s rounding the corner in front of you instead.
“I thought you would've been finished with it earlier” he comments as he takes the datapad from you. There's no malice behind the words, he just wants to keep the conversation going as an excuse for you to stay a bit longer.
“I was” you admit, apparently also happy to keep the conversation going “But I knew you had a shift here tonight so I thought I’d just bring it by myself instead”
“Oh” he smiles slightly under his helmet, a warm feeling filling him as he realises you obviously know his shift times “Well that is very kind of you Senator”
“My pleasure” you smile back, polite and pleasant as always.
You had actually finished with it way before, but you’d been saving it up all day as a little excuse to see him.
You stay put as he taps a couple times at the datapad, blue light reflecting on his visor.
“You have all the guard shifts memorised?” He asks teasingly, glancing up at you from the screen.
You smile, shrugging “Only the ones I care about.”
He chuckles, setting the datapad down on the ledge beside him and turning his full attention to you “I see. You should do me a favour and memorise Thorns shifts too. Maybe then he would actually show up on time” he jokes
You chuckle “I take it he's late to his shift tonight?”
He nods “Technically, yes. But it’s just going to be me tonight.”
It was supposed to be minimum of two guards in the control room at all times, but nobody liked the night shift. And the squad had been working hard this week so Fox had agreed to cover for them tonight.
More than half the cells were empty anyway, why should they all have to suffer the night for nothing?
“Oh good” you answer, pulling a cup of caff from you bag “Because I only brought one”
He chuckles, shaking his head slightly in disbelief “For me?”
You hum, nodding as you extend it towards him “You want it or not?”
He takes it from you gratefully, other hand swiftly pulling his helmet off and setting it down beside the datapad.
You look up at him, taking in the messy curls in his head and the tired yet content look on his face as he takes a sip before setting it down on the ledge next to him.
A slightly teasing smile graces his lips as he turns to look at you again “How’d you know I like it black?”
“Lucky guess” you answer, although you both know that isn't true.
He hums “Right… like how you guessed I was on shift tonight, huh? You know I’m noticing a pattern here” he says knowingly
You shrug,smiling “As I said, I pay attention to things I care about” you add, eyes on his.
His eyes crinkle as he smiles, arms crossing as he leans forward just slightly “Well, lucky me then I guess”
He looks like he's just about to make another teasing comment when his comm beeps. The moment is broken as his attention is shifted to reading the message displayed on his wrist.
He looks back up at you, an apologetic and almost disappointed look on his face “Sorry, I do gotta take this…”
You wave him off, smiling although you are also a little disappointed the little moment is coming to a close “Oh no don’t be silly, it's no problem Fox. I’ll let you get to work”
His comm beeps again, but he doesn't even look down, eyes on you. He wants to thank you for coming by, for showing up, for taking an interest, for existing, just for everything.
But instead something simpler comes out his mouth.
“Thank you.”
The words are simple, but the meaning behind them is clear.
You smile “My pleasure, Commander. I’ll see you around?”
He nods, smiling softly. He would travel across half the galaxy if it means he could get to see you just for a few minutes.
This was DELIGHTFUL!! I was squealing in my mind the whole way through! I love Fox having a crush. I love it so much!
I always picture Fox being so serious that the thought of him crushing on someone is just too adorable for words.
Where he used to think crushes weren’t worth the trouble, now he was willing to do all sorts of stupid things just to see you.
Walk the long way just to get a glimpse!
Yes!
Take a little extra time at the caf machine, knowing when they would show.
Yes! Yes!
Volunteer for the worst detail just to see them work.
Yes! Yes! YES!!!
He replayed all their interactions in his mind when bored.
He picked up extra shifts!
And then this next bit hit me in the face like a ton of bricks (in a good way!)
He wasn’t actively trying to make a move on you. But your presence was just… calming.
It was nice to watch you, be with you, listen to you. He just liked you.
And they're an absolute sweetheart! It's no wonder Fox is smitten!
You'd talked to him and his brothers like they were actual fellow humans and made a point of thanking them all personally afterward.
That is so lovely!!
And then we find out that the senator might possibly have a little crush too?!
Your eyes linger slightly over his face, the bags under his eyes, silently taking it in although you don’t say anything.
“Get some rest Commander”
You lock eyes for another second before he turns on his heels. You find yourself smiling as you watch him walk down the corridor, only breaking out of it once he rounds the corner.
They locked eyes! The senator smiled as they watched him walk away!!
Then the next day, Fox keeps checking his comm to see if they message so he can pick up the datapad. Poor Fox...he's got it bad.
And then when the senator admitted they held off, even though they were done with the datapad, because they wanted to bring it down themselves.
“I thought you would've been finished with it earlier”
“I was” you admit, apparently also happy to keep the conversation going “But I knew you had a shift here tonight so I thought I’d just bring it by myself instead”
“Oh” he smiles slightly under his helmet, a warm feeling filling him as he realises you obviously know his shift times
They know his shift times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then the little teasing he gives...yes, I love it!
“You have all the guard shifts memorised?” He asks teasingly, glancing up at you from the screen.
And I was so pleased with what they said...they didn't beat around the bush.
You smile, shrugging “Only the ones I care about.”
And this made me all warm and tingly inside:
He wants to thank you for coming by, for showing up, for taking an interest, for existing, just for everything.
For existing! Omg, Fox...you sweetheart!!
I love where this is going. Because I know they're gonna get together. I just know it. (In the rest of the story in my mind anyway...I love this so much, I have to picture them in their happy times down the road.)
Thanks for this. It was so enjoyable and sweet and soft!
Omds you are so sweet!! You are literally the epitome of the kinda people I write for. So so glad you enjoyed bby <33
And yes absolutely! I feel like Fox would be so against the idea of crushes, but equally at the same time he would be so so touched by them.
This boy definitely cares, he just has a hard time finding out how to express it correctly.
As for them ending up together, for sure yes. I don't know if I'll ever write a follow up, but in my mind they defo would end up as a happy lil couple.
Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts, it really really does mean the world to everyone who shares their work.
OC/reader has prosthetics and they malfunction! So OC/reader is disabled in some fashion until their prosthetics are fixed.
If you do wanna have a go at it, please have fun! No pressure!! Lots of love - Hales
A/N: first of all, can I just say you are the sweetest human for this idea and I love your mind. Secondly, words cannot express how sorry and embarrassed I am that it took this long to post. I have no excuse, I just hope you at least enjoy. 💙
Stick Together
Echo x reader
Summary: Your prosthetics malfuction during a mission. Echo helps you even through your stubborness.
Word count: 1,4k
C/W: slight description of wounds. Fluff and comfort.
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Stupid.
How could you be so fucking stupid.
You knew the salt from this planet would be too much for your prosthetics. Echo had made a point to warn you before, to try and tell you to make sure they were protected. Wrap them up, don’t go in the water if you can avoid it, dry it properly…
But you’d brushed him off, more focused on the mission. The mission was more important than you, you could deal with the consequences later.
He was right tho, as he usually was.
—
In your defence, it had been fine.
Mostly.
It wasn’t until half way though the walk back to the havoc that it really started acting up.
The mixture of sand and salt had somehow made it into every single joint of the leg, making it all stiff and gritty.
The salt in the thick misty air alone would be enough to give you problems, but the fact that you’d been stupid enough to wade through the water instead of waiting on shore like Echo didn’t help.
The whole walk back to the Havoc was a fight. Painfully slow, the joints in the leg stiff and gritty. Every step you took let out this horrific screeching sound.
You could feel Echo’s eyes watching you the whole walk back, but you chose to ignore it.
Wrecker had offered to give you a piggy ride back but you refused, too stubborn to accept the help.
Yes, you had made a mistake, but you were going to manage on your own. You always had, you weren’t going to stop now.
The sight of the ship on the horizon almost brought tears of joy to your eyes. The rest are slightly ahead of you, up the stairs and already rushing around as they prepare for take off.
You grit your teeth as you force yourself to climb up the steps, finally making your way to your bunk and practically falling onto it.
Echo quietly makes his way towards you, also sitting on his bunk opposite you.
He catches your eye like he wants to say something.
You sigh, still slightly out of breath from your strenuous walk back, your shirt sticking to your sweaty skin “Please don’t Echo. I can’t do a lecture right now”
He lifts his hands in surrender “I wasn’t going to”
You send him a look that says ‘yeah sure you weren’t’ before you sit up enough to keep yourself steady as you feel the ship lift into the air.
You can still feel Echos eyes on you all during the take off sequence. You close your eyes to avoid his gaze, focusing on regaining your breathing and grateful for the excuse of take off to stay seated.
Waiting until the ship is safely in hyperspace, you stick a hand under your bunk, pulling your tool bag from underneath it as you start to pick out your supplies.
Pushing your hair out of your face, you look down at the knee joint of your prosthetic, grumbling to yourself as you notice the thick layer of rust formed around all the screws and hinges. It’s so bad you don’t even know where to start…
You feel Echos quiet eyes still on you as you pick up a screwdriver, making an albeit pathetic attempt at loosening one of the screws. It doesn’t budge one bit, thick rust gathered in all of the rivets of the screw and keeping it firmly stuck.
A lot of it is going to need to be replaced. The smart thing to do would be to try and take the whole prosthetic off first, and then focus on fixing what you could.
But you’re too tired and too annoyed to stop and think, instead you let the anger wash over you. Why could you never get used to this? Why couldn’t you just have a normal leg? You firm your grip on the handle of the screwdriver, and let the frustration take over as you attempt to force it harder.
Not surprisingly, the rusted screw head snaps, the screwdriver slipping and landing straight into your other thigh.
You drop it immediately, hand going to grip your thigh and eyes squeezing shut as you take a sharp breath in pain.
Echo is up and in front of you immediately.
You open your eyes enough to look up at him “I’m fine” you dismiss stubbornly
Echo just sighs, shaking his head as he kneels in front of you. He tugs at your hands until you let go, his hands replacing yours as he keeps a bit of pressure on your thigh. It’s not really a deep wound, more of a gash. But it is bleeding a bit, so he grabs a towel from your bunk and keeps it pressed down.
No told you sos, no snarky comments. Gentle and patient.
That’s something you’d always loved about Echo.
So calm, so understanding.
He barely ever shouted or lost his temper. Always so caring and kind.
Eventually he looks up at you, eyes meeting yours as he tilts his head.
“Why are you so damn stubborn, huh?”
There’s no malice behind the question, no anger. Just pure resignation.
Somehow, that hurts more.
“I’m sorry” you mutter, forcing your eyes to meet his “ I just- I hate not being able to just be normal you know?” You gesture down towards your prosthetic, a hint of disgust taking over your voice “I hate that this limits me”
His own eyes drift down to your metal leg before making their way back up to your face, a look of understanding filling his eyes “I get what you’re saying. Trust me I do” he reassures.
A beat of silence before he talks again “But you need to learn to look at it differently.” he explains gently “I understand it’s frustrating, I understand it makes you feel less than. But you can’t change it. It’s what makes you you.”
You nod, chewing on your cheek, a nervous habit you’ve had for a ms long as you can remember. You do understand what he’s saying. But it’s soo much easier said than done.
He smiles a little sadly, thumb gently swiping over your cheek as he turns your face to face him as he calls your name
“It takes time. Be patient with yourself. I promise you’ll get there”
You nod, smiling gently although it doesn't quite reach your eyes “Yeah, I can try”
He smiles, hand drifting to the back of your neck and giving it a little squeeze “Good, that’s a start”
He turns his attention back to your thigh, listing the towel enough to take a peak. The small gash seems to have stopped bleeding at least.
He stands, moving back to his bunk to pull a med kit out from underneath.
You sit up straighter “It's ok Echo. I can do it myself-”
He gives you a look that immediately silences you. He wordlessly kneels back in front of you, opening the med kit and retrieving an antiseptic spray.
You watch silently as he sprays it on the gash, gently scrubbing away the dried blood and dirt.
“I used to feel the same” he breaks the silence, attention still on the wound as he talks “Still do sometimes”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah” he admits “I understand how you're feeling. But the same thing that you think is a curse can be an advantage. If you let it”
His eyes flick up to you “You have to learn to use it”
You watch in silence as he finishes cleaning, picking up a bacta patch and carefully applying it. Once he's done he looks back up to you, giving you a gentle smile when he sees you already looking at him.
“Thank you” you say “And not just for taking care of that” you add, gesturing to the bacta patch. You take his hand in yours, squeezing it slightly “Thank you for understanding, for putting up with me”
He smiles, chuckling lightly as he shakes his head “No problem darling. We gotta stick together, yeah?”
You nod, smiling as you give his hand another squeeze “Yeah, together.”
He nods, standing back up and putting his hands on his hips as he looks down at your prosthetic. It really is gonna need a lot of work.
“Let's eat first” he decides eventually “Stay put and I’ll bring you a plate. Then we can tackle fixing what we can.”
I don't know how the night might change us (Part 1)
Pairing: Fox x Padawan!Reader / Fox x fem!Reader
Summary: Trying to escape the unwelcome attention of a senator, you take refuge on a balcony - and find yourself in the company of a certain Commander in scarlet armor. Little do you know, this encounter is about to change you forever.
Word count: 8.2k
Tags/Warnings: NSFW 18+; I wanted to write porn with plot, but this turned out to be 73.96% plot and 26.04% porn (I did the math); pinv sex; oral (f receiving); edging; kind of drunk sex; unprotected sex (but we all know better right?); smoking; alcohol; Fox is a cocky bastard; Reader is wearing heels and a red dress; Reader is over 18, just didn't pass the trials yet; had to throw in an overprotective big brother; it's Cody, of course it is; just a tiny bit of angst; slightly awkward!Reader
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A/n: So this is the first 'x reader' thing i've ever written. Fox brainrot is real guys, couldn't escape it. Was this supposed to be a one-shot? yes. Is it a one-shot? not really, i'm pretty much setting up possible follow-ups. Am I gonna write said follow-ups? ...maybe.
Title is from Terrified by Vincent Lima - which is sooo Fox-coded in my opinion 😭
3rd image is a painting by Miguel Dominguez
Cody's scar origin is from this video that I loved so fucking much, I had to adopt the headcanon too.
ori'vod - older brother ; vod'ika - little sister
vod - brother ; vode - brothers
cyar'ika - sweetheart, darling
mesh’la - beautiful
osik - crap, shit
shabuir - extreme insult - *jerk*, but much stronger
Shab kyr’unsen’ye - made this up to mean 'fuck off and die'
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The senator grips your arm in a way that causes your face to briefly scrunch in disgust, but there’s nothing you can do besides quickly schooling your expression back to a neutral one. Your eyes search through the crowd of elegantly dressed sentients, franticly trying to find anyone that could help get you out of this uncomfortable situation. You see your Master – Obi-Wan is all the way on the other side of the grandiose event hall, engrossed in what appears to be quite a serious conversation with Master Windu. Or, it might as well be idle chitchat about the weather – you can never tell when it comes to the Council Member.
Your eyes keep shifting through the crowd, scanning for orange-painted palstoid – if Obi-Wan can’t help you, maybe your ori’vod can. But any hope of securing help from the Commander dissolves in a second. Cody seems to be in just as bad of a situation, standing next to Rex and surrounded by a group of wealthy socialites you know they are supposed to impress – that’s the point of this whole damn gala isn’t it? showing off the Republic’s perfect soldiers and gathering more funds for this never-ending war. You catch his gaze and faintly tilt your head towards the man still holding onto your arm, allowing a barely visible eye roll to communicate you disdain. Cody’s shrugs and nods, his movements just as discreet – he knows exactly how it feels. Your attention is then caught by the same speech you’ve heard at least five times tonight.
“And she is the first Jedi Master that our planet has had in 200 years. We could not be more proud of all her accomplishments”, the senator exclaims.
“Padawan”, you correct, “I have not yet passed my Trials”. How many times do you need to explain it to this man?
“Right, of course. We’re still so, so proud”.
The mixed group of men and women nod, and a few flashes from the holo-cameras make you recoil – journalists form your homeworld, the senator explained earlier. You don’t understand why he insists on having so many pictures of the two of you taken, but you bite your tongue and play your part, praying to the Force you’ll finally be able to escape his grasp soon. You take a sip of the sparkling chandrillan wine you’re holding – you are so over this whole evening.
The Force finally seems to take pity on you – a man in expensive-looking robes calls the senator’s name and he finally releases your arm in order to shake his hand. With a curtly muttered “excuse me just a moment” you hurry away, making a beeline for the nearest balcony door. The room feels stuffy and you desperately need some air. As you move through the crowd, you slightly roll your ankle and curse under your breath – what in the hell possessed you to wear heels? – but nevertheless you carry on.
As soon as the door shuts, you lean against its coloured transparisteel, close your eyes and finally breathe out a sigh of relief. The night air is chilly, the sun having long disappeared past the horizon, and it feels soothing against your heated cheeks. You did not think you’d have to stay for so long, but the damn party just won’t end. Maybe you’ll be able to hide out here for the rest of it.
“You alright?”, a deep voice startles you and your eyes snap open.
Turning your head to your right, you notice a man leaning against the durasteel railing and you feel your heart skip a beat. He is a clone – Coruscant Guard by the looks of his armor, but he’s just so…
The clone’s hair is drizzled by streaks of grey and there’s a prominent scar across the bridge of his nose. There seem to be more scars scattered on his face, but in the faint, reddish light coming through the transparisteel, you cannot make out that much detail. Smoke is enveloping him, and your eyes travel down to the lit cigarra in his hand. An empty glass sits next to him on the railing, only two cubes of slowly melting ice remaining on the bottom. Another details grabs your attention – the kama. You’re pretty sure you’re looking at a Commander. Now if you could figure out which one.
The man cocks his head to the side, an amused expression sparkling in his eyes. Right… he asked you a question and all you’ve done is stare at him – you might as well be drooling. Get a grip.
Straightening, you turn to face him better. “Yes. I just really needed some air… and to escape some unwanted attention”, you confess.
“Senator Brenko”, the clone nods, an understanding passing over his facial features.
“Yeah… how did you know?”
“It’s my job to pay attention”, he says dryly, taking a drag out of the cigarra.
Your eyes involuntarily track the movement, focusing on the way his lips enclose around it. Suddenly, your throat feels really dry, so you down the last of the sparkling wine in your glass. Maybe that wasn’t the best decision – it was not your first glass of the night and you’re starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol. But it’s not enough. The past hours of being paraded around by the senator have left you restless and irritated, and you’re craving something to take the edge off.
Slowly, you walk to the railing and place your empty glass next to his, then eye the cigarra which is back between his lips. You promised Cody you were done with tabac… but one cigarra every now and then can’t hurt, right?
“Do you have another one of those?”
A small smirk tugs at the clone’s lips as he reaches for one of the pouches on his belt, procuring a pack of cigarras and tilting it towards you. You take one out of the pack, bringing it up to your nose to inhale its aroma before placing it between your lips. The clone then takes out a small, metallic lighter, igniting the flame and holding it out in front if you. The normal thing to do would be to simply lean in, but for some reason, your hand gently grasps his, bringing it closer in order to light the cigarra, your gaze lifting to meet his as you do so. You’re not sure if he minds – his face remains impassive, but you do catch the way his posture slightly tenses at your touch.
“Thank you, Commander…?”, you prompt, exhaling the first puff of burning smoke.
“Fox”, the clone replies, standing a bit taller.
Your eyebrows briefly lift up. The Commander Fox, head of the Coruscant Guard.
You’ve heard plenty about him from Cody – mostly complaints. Then again, Cody might still be slightly bitter about that scar on his face, courtesy of a very drunk Fox one night at the 79s. You weren’t there to witness it, but Boil has provided a very detailed retelling. The words “miserable asshole” have also been thrown around – that one was Wolffe’s description. Cody’s main grievance, however, is Fox pulling away from them for what he considers no good reason, and how impossible it is to get to talk to his brother.
Rex, on the other hand, always tries to defend Fox whenever he comes up in conversation at the 79s, especially after Wolffe has had a few drinks and starts tearing into him. You’ve heard so many contradictory accounts of the man standing in front of you, you have no idea what to make of him.
Safe to say, you are intrigued.
“Nice to meet you, Commander. I’m–”
“Cody’s Padawan. I know”, Fox interjects, his eyes giving you a once-over.
“Cody’s Padawan?”, you repeat with a chuckle. “I don’t think Master Kenobi would agree with that statement”
“Just clone-talk”, he shrugs.
You narrow your eyes. You really, really shouldn’t meddle in their relationship – it’s not your place. But Cody is important to you – he is your ori’vod after all – and you’ve seen how much Fox’s gradual disappearance has been weighing on him. What the hell. You’re feeling bold tonight anyway.
“That implies you and Cody talk, and I know for a fact you do not pick up his comms”, you jab, taking a slow drag of the cigarra.
All amusement seems to disappear from his eyes and his gaze turns cold. You don’t falter – you square your shoulders and stare him down, making it very clear you’re expecting a reply.
“I’m busy”, he mumbles.
“Cody’s busy too”, you counter, “but he still makes time to comm his brothers”.
Fox’s jaw clenches and his eyes dart to the door of the balcony. For a moment you think you’ve offended him so much that he’s going to leave and you’re about to open your mouth to apologise, only to be stopped by a low, defeated sigh. Fox tosses the nearly-finished cigarra into his empty glass, the ambers fizzling out as they touch the melted ice. He pulls another one from his pouch, lights it, and shifts his stance, resting his forearms against the railing.
“Well, busy looks different on Coruscant”, he says, gaze lost to the skyline.
He sounds so tired and for some reason your heart breaks for him. You have seen your fair share of the ugliness of Coruscant – and if you’re honest you’ve never really liked it here. An uncomfortable feeling of guilt stirs in your stomach. You do not know this man and you do not know what he has to deal with on a daily basis. All you know is what other people have told you and their retellings are clouded by personal feelings. Maybe you were too quick to judge.
“This place does fucking suck”, you comment, leaning back on the railing.
Fox huffs a small laugh and turns his head to look at you. “Is that the kind of language they teach at that Temple of yours?”.
You roll your eyes. “My master had a very colourful way of expressing herself. My first Master, that is. She died at the beginning of the war – it’s how I ended up in the 212th”, you explain, smiling ruefully at his muttered condolences. “Obi-Wan would probably have a stroke if he heard me”.
“Don’t think Cody would be too pleased either”, he adds.
“Really? Cause he’s the one who taught me how to swear in Mando’a”, you lie, wanting to gauge how well he knows his brother.
“Cody?”, he asks, giving you a look.
“Yes, Cody”, you affirm.
“Not a chance. I do not believe that for a second”.
You genuinely laugh and shake your head. “Fine”, you admit, “it was actually some of the boys from the 501st”.
“That I can believe”, the Commander nods. There’s a pause in the conversation as both of you gather your thoughts. Before you can find the next thing to say, he continues. “What’s your favourite then?”
You mull it over, going through the words and phrases you know. “Not sure if I have a favourite, but ‘Shab kyr’unsen’ye’ was pretty much all I had in my head earlier”, you say, gesturing to the door of the balcony with the hand holding the cigarra. “Honestly you should get a medal just for dealing with these fuckers every day”.
Fox arches a brow, that spark of amusement back in his eyes.
“Oh, sorry. Esteemed fuckers”, you correct.
The Commander laughs – actually laughs – something that, based on everything you’ve heard about him, you didn’t think was possible. “I see why Cody likes you”.
You join in on the laughter, before adding, “no but really, how do you deal with them every single day? I’ve only spent time with one tonight and I was ready to commit murder after only 15 minutes”.
“Honestly?”, Fox says, taking a long drag of the cigarra, “I tune out most of what they say”.
“Really?”.
“Really”, he confirms. “They just like to hear themselves talk, they’re never really looking for a reply – it would interrupt their monologues. I’m sure you’ve noticed – did Brenko let you get a single word in?”.
“Not really”, you contemplate. “And I’ve even corrected him on something at least five times”.
“How dare you ruin his campaign?”, Fox jokes.
You frown, confusion clearly written on your face. “What campaign?”.
The Commander straightens, turning to face you better. “The re-election campaign. His term as a senator is almost over. I assumed that’s why he was parading you around all night – trying to imply he has the support of the Jedi”.
Your entire body tenses as a wave of anger violently crashes over you. “That… that fucking shabuir. Of course he was just using me, I should’ve realised”. Shaking your head, you let out a sharp exhale. “You know that could actually get me in trouble? I’m a Jedi, I’m not supposed to support anyone’s fucking political campaign. Fucking bastard!”.
Finishing your cigarra, you throw it into the empty glass next to his earlier one. You’re already imagining having to explain yourself in front of the Council, and the disappointed looks you will receive. Why did you always have to be so polite? You should’ve said no to the holo-photos. You shouldn’t have let him drag you around and introduce you to all those people. You should’ve told him not to touch you. Your gaze lifts and you suddenly realise the Commander is studying you intently. Was your outburst too much? Heat rises to your cheeks and you quickly look away.
“Sorry”, you mumble.
“Why are you apologising?”, Fox asks, eyebrows pinching.
“For getting so angry. Not very Jedi-like”, you laugh bitterly.
The Commander shakes his head and chuckles. “That’s adorable – you actually think that was angry”, he teases.
You swear your heart does a somersault at hearing he thinks you’re adorable and you shuffle awkwardly in place, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot. The movement reminds you that your feet are killing you and you once again curse your decision to wear heels. You need to sit down for a moment.
Placing your hands on either side of your hips on the durasteel railing, you push yourself up to sit. Before you're even fully settled, a strong hand encircles your waist, steadying you with a firm hold at the small of your back. Your brain takes a second to process what’s happening – his hand on your lower back feels as if it's burning, filling you with a warmth that seems to unfortunately travel to your core. He’s close now, too close, and his whiskey-coloured eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
“I’m not gonna fall, Commander”, you say once you regain your composure, your voice a little strained but mixed with amusement.
“Don’t want to risk it. Cody would have my head if I let anything happen to you. And that is quite a drop”, he remarks.
“Yeah but I’m a Jedi”, you scoff playfully. “Even if I fall I’d be able to use the Force and land safely”.
“I’d really prefer it if you didn’t fall”, Fox reiterates.
His hand is still on your back, and it doesn’t seem he’ll move it away any time soon. You’re not sure why, but you want to test him. Maintaining eye contact, you allow a small, mischievous smile to grace your features, right before you abruptly push back against his hand. As expected, you barely budge.
“Don’t!”, Fox warns, his voice low and commanding.
You roll your eyes, trying your hardest to ignore the dampness in your underwear. Maker why do you find him so hot?
“Fine, fine, I’ll behave”, you promise, “You can let go now”.
“I’ll let go when your feet are back on the ground”, he counters.
“Are you serious?”, you laugh.
The look he gives you silences you immediately. He is, actually, dead serious. You bite your lip and look away. The warmth of his hand, even though the fabric of his gloves, is extremely distracting.
“Well then, Commander, I hope you’re comfortable. My feet are killing me and I plan to sit here for a while”, you challenge.
“I’m fine, don’t worry”, he replies. His tone is infuriatingly casual.
Silence settles over the two of you and you don’t know which part drives you more mad – his hand on your back, his thighplate pressed against you knee, his intense gaze or the way he appears completely unfazed by any of it. You try to keep your face neutral and your breathing steady, but you simply can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat when Fox finishes his cigarra and leans over you to toss it in the empty glass, briefly caging you in. For a second, you think you see his gaze dropping to your lips and you curse yourself when your own eyes wonder to his.
You shouldn’t be thinking like this – it would be wrong on so many levels. Maybe you both share the same rank, but he’s a clone, a soldier, and you’re a Jedi – it’s simply not allowed. Plus, he is Cody’s brother, and not just in the way all clones are vode – Fox and Cody were batchmates, they grew up together, their bond is different. Cody would not approve. And you’re fairly certain it’s all in your head anyway. But even if you weren’t imagining the tension, even if Fox somehow felt it too, it wouldn’t change the fact that it was forbidden.
“Would you really get in trouble?”, Fox breaks the silence.
“W-What?”, you stutter.
“For those holo-pics with Brenko”, he clarifies.
You jolt, pulling yourself together. “Uhh, depends how they’ll use them, I guess”.
Fox appears to contemplate something before giving you a stern look. “Do not move!”, he orders.
All you can do is nod.
His hand finally leaves your back, coming to tap the comm on his vambrace. You almost whine at the loss of his warmth, but catch yourself before making a sound. Maker, what has gotten into you?
“Stone, come in”, Fox speaks into the comm.
“Yes, vod”, a voice replies in less than five seconds.
“The journalists following Brenko around – say there’s a problem with their accreditations and confiscate the holo-cams. Return them after you delete all images with General Kenobi’s Padawan”, he orders, eyes not leaving yours as he does so.
“Understood”.
Your lips part as you realise he’s about to save your ass without you even asking and a warm feeling blooms in your chest. “Are you allowed to do that?”, you manage to utter.
“I’m the commanding officer of the Coruscant Guard”, he says, a small smirk breaking through his mask of professionalism.
“Yeah, but freedom of the press and all that”, you argue weakly.
“The press needs the proper accreditations. They have it to document the gala, not to participate in a political campaign”
“Isn’t that stretching the truth?”
“That’s playing their game, cyar’ika”, Fox declares, his tone of voice bordering on teasing.
Your cheeks immediately heat up – you know what the Mando’a term means. “Thank you, Commander. You, uhh… you’re a lifesaver”, you reply with a small, embarrassed chuckle.
His eyes soften and he smiles, and this time you’re certain – he does glance at your lips. He’s still so close, he could just lean in. You want him to lean in… His eyes quickly return to yours but you saw it clearly and your heart begins to race. Without thinking, you tilt your head up, and you hear him inhale sharply.
Before either of you can make another move, a couple of raindrops land on your forehead and shoulder. You both look up. A thick layer of black clouds covers the night sky and the faint rumbling of thunder reverberates through the air. The raindrops keep falling, quickly multiplying, and Fox curses under his breath. It was already a chilly night, and with the rain now pouring down, it’ll only get colder.
“We should get you back inside”, the Commander voices.
You shake your head. “I cannot go back in there; I just can’t stand it anymore”.
His head turns to the balcony door, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Whatever he’s thinking seems to make him tense; you notice his fist clenching and unclenching. However, any sign of tension disappears before he turns back to you, his expression carefully composed.
“Come on”, he says, his hand settling on your back again, gently coaxing you to jump down from the railing with a soft, guiding pressure.
“But–”, you begin to protest.
“Once we’re in, head right and stay close to the wall. I’ll cover your flank so the senator can’t approach you again. We’ll slip out through one of the side doors and go to the Guard HQ”, he instructs, picking up his helmet from the floor and securing it in place. His voice takes on the same commanding tone you've heard his brothers use countless times during briefings.
You hesitate for a moment, considering all the implications. But what’s the alternative? Stay out in the cold rain or go back inside only to be used as a prop by the senator? Simply heading to their HQ doesn’t mean anything – he’ll probably take you to the mess hall or maybe a break room, like the ones you’ve been in countless times aboard the Negotiator or at the base on Coruscant. You’ve been enjoying his company, and if you’re honest, you want to spend more time with him.
Deciding to trust him, you nod and follow his instructions. The heavy air hits you as soon as you step inside and the general noise of voices, laughter and music is overwhelming. You move quickly, not wishing to spend a minute longer in this large, overcrowded space, and as promised, Fox walks right beside you, blocking you with his large body from anyone’s prying eyes. His hand presses against the small of your back on a few, brief occasions, as he steers you through the crowd and towards a concealed door, which he opens with the help of an access card.
You’ve been in the Senate building before, but never walked these maintenance corridors. Fox guides you, his fingers brushing yours as he walks by your side down the stairs. Your heart races every time you feel the contact and you tilt your head to look at him a few times, but his face is safely hidden behind his helmet.
The Coruscant Guard compound sits just behind the Senate building, appearing separate but connected through a network of underground tunnels. You’ve never been here – never had a reason why – and you find yourself looking around and taking in every detail. Although, there isn’t really that much to take in, as it has the same cold, utilitarian architecture of the main base.
As you walk quietly beside Fox, you begin to feel out of place – though, funnily enough, your attire matches the Corrie’s colour scheme. The shock troopers you pass nod at their Commander but always do a double take when they see you. You’re starting to wonder if coming here was a mistake.
Fox leads you to the turbolisfts, then to one of the upper levels and down a couple of corridors until you are stood in front of the door to an office – the door to his office. He opens it and gestures for you to go in first. The room is small and very minimalist – there’s one desk and chair, one file cabinet and a worn-down couch. The desk is full of datapads and flimsi files and the sheer amount of work looks overwhelming, yet somehow everything is neatly arranged and stacked.
You pause in the doorway for a second, but your feet really are killing you, so you plop down on the couch, kicking your heels off with a dramatic sigh. You hear a chuckle as Fox walks over to his desk and takes his helmet off and you want to make a snarky comment, but the words get stuck in your throat. You take a moment to study him better, the brighter lights of his office allowing you to see more of the scars on his face, the bags under his eyes and the silver strands in his hair. You’ve always found the clones attractive, but Maker, there was something about Fox that was hitting you harder than ever before.
The Commander is also observing you and a self-satisfied smirk breaks through his mask of composure.
“Like what you see?”, he teases, crossing his arms over his chest.
A “yes” escapes your lips before you can stop it and your eyes go wide at the realisation of what you just admitted. “T-The paint job”, you then blurt out, as if that would somehow save it.
“The paint job?”, he repeats, thoroughly amused.
“Mhmm”, you hum, the sound coming out strained. “Cause most of the Guard troopers I’ve seen have the-the red on the chest plate and the white is-and you know, nice choice having it the other way around”. The words spew out with a rapid flow and you cringe internally.
“Glad you approve”, Fox bites back a laugh.
You give him a look before you throw your head back, starring at the durasteel ceiling and cursing the stream of stupidity that came out of your mouth.
“Do you want a drink?”, he asks.
“Yes, please”, you nod, meeting his amused gaze again.
Fox crouches down and procures a bottle or corellian whiskey and a glass from the lower drawers of the cabinet. You watch intently, your gaze following every motion as he pours the amber liquid. The Commander then walks over to the couch and hands the glass to you, clinking the bottle against it before taking a swing directly out of it. A laugh escapes your lips at the sight.
“Only have one glass”, he shrugs before sitting down next to you.
“So you usually drink alone?”, you ask, voice playful. “That’s a bit sad, Commander”.
Fox huffs a bitter laugh and shakes his head. “You can drop the ‘commander’, you know?”, he says instead of answering your question.
Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look away, taking a sip of the whiskey. The liquid burns as it slides down your throat and you cough – it’s stronger than what you usually drink. You really should put a stop to this.
“Alright… Fox”, you say.
You glance back at him, heart beating faster. Fox closes his eyes, almost as if he’s savouring the way his name sounded as it left your lips. When he opens them again, the look he gives you is different, hungrier, and it sets a slow burn alight in your core. You should get up and leave, take yourself out of this inappropriate situation, but instead, you shift in your seat to face him better.
“So”, you start sweetly, pausing to sip your whiskey, “tell me something about yourself”.
He takes another swing of the bottle before placing it on the floor next to the couch. “What do you want to know?”
You have no idea what compels you to do it, but your hand moves on its own, cupping his face. Your thumb gently brushes over the scar at the corner of his mouth. “How’d you get this?”, you ask.
His eyes flick down to your hand, then back to yours and you can feel his jaw clenching as he sharply inhales. “Careful, mesh’la”, he rasps, “you might make me do something we’ll both regret”.
“I wouldn’t regret it”, you whisper.
“You’re drunk. You would regret it”, he insists, his voice coming out strained.
“I’m not that drunk, Fox”, you counter. “I know what I want”.
He stares you down, his expression unreadable, and your boldness begins to falter. You try to pull your hand away, but before you can, he catches it, holding it firmly in place against his face. You can almost see the internal conflict behind his eyes. Slowly, he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your wrist. His lips feel so soft, so warm, and goosebumps appear on your skin in anticipation. But then – he lets go of your hand.
The disappointment is fleeting. Fox takes your glass, downs the whiskey in one go, and sets it on the floor. Then, he moves closer, devouring you with his eyes. The look is electric and it sends a shiver directly to your core. When he cups your face, your breath hitches, quickens. You are completely at his mercy – if only he would just kiss you already.
“Please don’t regret this”, he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.
The raw vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard and your heart clenches. “I won’t. I promise”.
The last of Fox’s self-restraint finally breaks. He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss – slow, tentative, sweet. Not at all what you expected. You thought he would be rougher, demanding, but the way he takes his time, the gentleness of his lips – it’s endearing, but also maddening, and it fills you with need. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and his other hand settles on your hip. You want more of him – you need more of him – and so you deepen the kiss. Your tongue brushes past his lips and he groans, his grip on you tightening. Somehow, he tastes like caf, even though what you expected was tabac and whisky.
The kiss becomes hungrier, more desperate, and you start to suspect that Fox needs this even more than you do. His hand leaves your hip and starts exploring your body as he guides you down onto the couch. He’s caging you in now, his large frame looming over you – it’s intoxicating really. He breaks the kiss in order to pull back slightly, finding your eyes.
“Is this okay?”, Fox asks.
“Yes!”, you reply, eager for him to continue.
You pull him back to you and feel him smile against your lips. The need for more pours into the kiss – you’re really worked up now – and your hands roam over his chesplate then up to his shoulders, fumbling to find the latches and get it off. It is not an easy task.
“Do you need help there?”, Fox chuckles against your lips
“I need you out of the armor”, you whine.
“Maybe if you asked nicely”, he teases, his lips trailing down your neck.
You tilt your head in order to give him better access, and moan when you feel his teeth scrape on your pulse point. The feeling is so exquisite you almost forget what you wanted. However, the hard plastoid pressing down on your chest quickly reminds you of your wish.
“Fox”, you breathe, “please take it off”.
Fox smirks and sits back on his knees, his eyes not leaving yours as he expertly sheds his upper armor with impressive speed. He leans back in, more urgent this time, kissing you deeply. You immediately take advantage, gliding your hands over the planes of his chest. The fabric of his blacks feels smooth against your palms, but you yearn to feel his warm skin. Slowly, your hands make their way down to his belt, pulling at the material tucked in, and Fox pauses the kiss to assist you in taking his top off.
You take a moment to admire him, your fingers gently tracing over the scars scattered across his chest. Your eyes then land on a bruise on the left side of his waist – it's the size of your fist, fresh and a dark purple with yellowish-green edges. Concern flashes in your gaze as you meet his eyes.
“Incident on the lower levels last week”, he answers your silent question.
“Are you alright to continue? That looks painful”, you ask, the worry in your voice genuine.
“I’m fine, mesh’la, don’t worry”, he reassures you with a soft smile.
He doesn’t give you too much time to keep thinking about it – his lips crash into yours, kissing you with a renewed hunger. He then trails down, nipping at the skin on your throat and chest. One of your hands tangles in his hair, pulling his greying curls gently, an action that makes him moan. He pulls back, staring intently in your eyes as his hand comes to cup your breast. Your soft moans encourage him to continue and he pushes the material of your dress and bra to the side. Your nipple pebbles as the cool air of his office brushes against it and Fox sees it as an invitation to lean in and close his lips around it. His tongue swipes over the hardened bud, and the whimpers falling from your lips only spur him on.
You hook a leg around him, drawing him closer as he moves to the other breast. You hiss at the contact with the hard plastoid of his codpiece, your core aching with need. His hand slides on your thigh, pushing at the hem of your dress.
“You’re wearing too much fabric”, he groans, lifting his head from your breasts.
“What’s stopping you from taking it off?”, you purr.
His hands find the zipper and pull it down, and you shift your body to assist him in freeing you from the dress and bra.
“You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, eyes raking over your naked form under him. You bite your lip as heat darkens your cheeks.
He throws the garments somewhere on the floor before his mouth claims your breasts again, sucking a mark on the left one. His lips then continue down your abdomen, every kiss and bite sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. When he finally reaches your center, you’re dripping wet, and Fox curses under his breath as he pulls your underwear to the side and sees your arousal. His eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod eagerly, not trusting yourself to speak.
His hands spread your legs a little wider and he impatiently dives in, his warm tongue sliding though your folds. A loud, needy moan sounds from the back of your throat, and your head falls against the armrest of the couch. Your eyes are squeezed shut and all you can focus on is the pure pleasure that his lips and tongue elicit as they flick over your clit. Slowly, you start grinding on his face, helping him find a rhythm that makes you head spin.
You gasp when his fingers find your entrance. He slips two of them inside in a slow, maddening pace, stopping his attention to your clit for a just a moment in order to gauge your reaction.
“Don’t stop”, you manage to whimper, not even caring how needy you must sound.
Fox chuckles – a low, self-satisfied sound that reverberates through your core. He resumes his earlier assault on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you in a faster pace at the same time. Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling sharply on the strands. He moans at the pain, and the sound only increases your pleasure.
His fingertips find a spot that makes you cry out and you’re desperately grinding against him. You’re so close, the pressure is building and you squeeze your thighs around his head instinctively. Pleasure overtakes your senses and it only keeps increasing with every pump of his fingers and lick of tongue. You're so, so close now – the damn is about to break. And then he stops, swiftly pulling the digits out of you.
“Fox!”, you shout, the indignation in your voice sharp as all pleasure dissipates.
“Sorry cyar'ika”, he laughs, “but I want to be inside of you when you come”.
“I could've done that after. There was no need to stop now”, you whine in protest.
“It's more fun this way”, Fox teases as he gets up and begins removing the rest of his armor.
“You are such an asshole”, you mumble under your breath.
The smirk he gives you is so disarming, you’re glad you’re already laying down. “Someone must've warned you about that before”.
“Well maybe I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt”, you bite back.
“You should believe everything you've heard about me”, Fox declares, now standing before you in nothing but his underwear. “Especially the bad things”.
Your gaze falls to the outline of his erection, lingering on the way it strains against the fabric of his boxers. The sight sends a wave of heat through your body, reigniting the desire simmering in your core. You bite your lip – he is big and you can already imagine how he’ll feel inside of you. You swallow, your mind racing in anticipation of what will come next. He pulls the boxers down, letting his cock spring free, and your eyes go wide.
“If you’re done ogling, I’d like to continue”, he taunts.
“I am not ogling!”, you exclaim, a bit defensive.
“You are definitely ogling”, he says with a smirk as he climbs back on top of you. “Drooling a little too”.
You playfully slap his chest with the back of your hand, trying to give him a dirty look, but the smile frozen on your lips betrays you. It seems you do enjoy his teasing. His lips find yours again, and any indignation you felt from earlier immediately melts away. You wrap your arms around his back, nails scraping his skin in response to his erection pressing against your clit. He swallows your moans and pushes his tongue into your mouth, filling it with the unexpected taste of your arousal.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”, Fox pulls away to ask, the tip of his cock positioned at your entrance.
“Yes”, you nod eagerly. “I want this – I want you”.
His eyes darken and the look he gives you is almost possessive. Slowly, he sinks in, and you gasp at the stretch. You look into his eyes as he gradually bottoms out, lost in their mesmerising amber hue. A sudden wave of panic violently crashes over you – you’ve been around so many troopers before, yet you've never felt like this. It's overwhelming, terrifying... and yet, you don't want it to stop.
“Fuck, you’re so tight”, Fox groans, the awe in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“You feel amazing”, you respond, the words coming out strained.
Fox pulls almost all the way out, before sharply snapping his hips back into you. The cry that leaves your lips echoes around the room and, based on the smile on his lips, gives him immense pleasure. His lips claim yours again, as he thrusts harder, faster, driving all coherent thought from your mind. All you can sense, all you can feel – it’s him. Fox consumes you completely – he is everything you taste, everything you smell, everything you see and hear.
Your breasts bounce with each sharp thrust and Fox brings a hand up to cup one of them, pinching the nipple between his fingers. The extra stimulation is almost too much and you moan as you feel your peak quickly approaching. A thought crosses your mind – maybe you shouldn’t be so loud; but that is easier said than done.
“You’re… you’re taking me so well, mesh’la”, Fox rasps, voice rough with effort. “Fuck! It’s… it’s like you were made for me. So perfect, you’re perfect”.
You try to speak, but no words come to you. The tip of his cock hits that spot inside of you just right, and every thrust of his hips brings you closer and closer to your release.
“What is it, mesh’la? Use your words”, Fox teases, noticing the crease in your brows.
Your mouth opens and closes silently a couple of times before you finally find your voice. “Don’t stop”, you beg. “Please, Fox, please don’t stop”.
The sound he makes almost sounds like a growl and it sends a visible shiver across your body. Fox presses his forehead to yours, grunting as he forces himself to maintain the same pace. Your hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit, and you begin circling it with quick, urgent motions. It doesn’t take long for the coil to snap – your back arches as your walls contract around his length, and your climax washes over you in powerful waves.
The sounds you make and the sight of you writhing beneath him soon push him over the edge. With a low grunt, Fox quickly pulls out, spilling his release across your stomach. He collapses on top of you, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck, and you tightly wrap your arms around his still-trembling body.
You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like that – lost in each other’s embrace, catching your breath. It feels peaceful, natural, almost necessary. You stroke his hair, savouring the way his arms pull you closer, how he nuzzles your neck. Honestly, this might even be better than the sex. When he finally pulls away, the look he gives you is reverent, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
“I’ll be right back”, he says as he gets up.
Fox disappears into the small fresher attached to his office, returning shortly after with a damp towel in hand. He sits down beside you, and with slow, deliberate movements, he carefully wipes his release from your stomach. You mumble some thanks, your gaze lost to a random point on the ceiling as your mind races with a thousand thoughts.
“What’s on your mind?”, Fox asks, his voice cautions.
“Uhm…”, you hesitate, sheepishly meeting his gaze. “Cody’s gonna kill me”.
“You plan on telling him?”, he questions. “Cause I sure as hell won’t”.
You shake your head and exhale deeply. “He’ll know – he always just knows somehow”.
“As far as he’s aware, we don’t even know each other”, Fox counters, his hand resting on your hip. “I think we’re safe”.
“Hope you’re right”.
Fox huffs a small, bitter laugh. “So you regret it then?”.
Your eyes snap to him, and the resigned expression on his face breaks your heart. “No!”, you exclaim, sitting up and taking his hand. “Absolutely not, that was amazing. Honestly, 10 out of 10”.
He gives you an unimpressed look. “Very funny”.
“What?”
“My CC number”, he says. You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. “My designation? CC-1010?”, he adds.
“You’re kidding”. You try your best to stifle your laugh at the serious look he gives you. “Very fitting then”, you manage between giggles.
Fox shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “You’re terrible”.
“That’s not what you said earlier”, you tease. “I think the word you used was… perfect?”.
“Get dressed”, Fox orders, trying to keep from smiling. “We’re going to the mess to get some food”.
“Yes, Commander”, you purr, earning another eye roll.
Unbeknownst to you, Cody has been trying to speak to Fox all night. Besides a brief holo-call a couple of months back and a short meeting last leave, he hasn’t seen his brother in ages and really hoped the gala would give them the opportunity to catch up. Unfortunately, he kept getting stopped by senators and wealthy donors, and pulled into long, tedious conversations. He lost track of Fox at one point, and by the time he managed to slip away, he couldn’t find him anywhere.
Cody did find Thorn, who told him that, considering how much Fox hates these events, he probably went back to his office to get some work done. So the Corrie Commander lead Cody back to their HQ, but when they reached Fox’s office, they were stopped from knocking by the muffled, yet very distinctive noises coming from inside.
The two commanders shared a look, completely shocked by what they were hearing. The fact that Fox would be fucking someone in his office – in the Guard HQ – it was unbelievable. They stepped back and leaned against the wall, trying to figure out who could possibly be inside with their brother.
A senator? Impossible, according to Thorn – Fox hates senators. An aide? Unlikely for the same reason. One of the waitresses? Maybe.
Thorn was curious and adamant about waiting to see who will come out of the office. And Cody – well, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get some dirt on his brother.
So unfortunately for you, the moment the door swishes open and you step outside, your eyes lock immediately with Cody’s.
His mouth falls open as he tries to process what he’s seeing – who he’s seeing. Your eyes go wide – almost as wide as his – and you instinctively step back toward the office, only to bump into Fox. You meet his gaze, silently pleading for some help, even though you know he’s just as much in trouble as you are.
“Osik”, Fox curses, his eyes darting between Cody and the other man.
The man next to him – another Corrie Guard commander you suppose, judging by his armor – looks confused. But Cody? Cody looks furious. His face contorts as realization dawns, and he steps forward, eyes locking onto Fox with pure fury.
“You!”, he thunders.
“Vod, it’s not what–”, Fox starts, trying to diffuse the situation.
“You’re dead”, Cody interrupts, his voice filled with rage. “My Padawan, Fox? Y-You… my Padawan? You’re so dead!”.
“Oh shit”, Thorn whispers.
You step in front of him. “Cody it’s-I didn’t mean… w-we-”. The look he gives you could melt durasteel, and it silences you immediately.
“General Kenobi is looking for you. I suggest you leave now, before he somehow finds you here”, he hisses.
“But–”
“Go. Now!”, her barks.
You can’t argue anymore. With one last glance at Fox – who gives you a small, almost imperceptible nod – you turn and make your way to the turbolifts, head hanging low. As you walk away, the sound of their argument follows you.
“We can’t talk about this in the corridor”, Fox insists. “Let’s step into my–”.
“I am not going inside your office”, Cody snaps, disgust evident in his voice.
“Mine’s down the hall, let’s go there”, Thorn cuts in.
You don’t dare turn around – afraid that Fox might look back at you, or worse, that he wouldn’t spare you a second glance at all.
Three rotations later, you’re back aboard the Negotiator, en route to your next campaign in the Mid Rim. You’ve barely slept, your mind constantly replaying the events of the gala. You cannot get Fox out of your head. You’ve tried, really, really tried. You’ve hidden yourself in the Temple – mostly to avoid Cody but also any chance of running into the Coruscant Guard – and you’ve tried to focus on meditation, lightsaber training, anything to keep your mind from thinking about him. But still, Fox lingers in your thoughts.
That’s why you’re here right now, in front of Cody’s office, trying to talk yourself into going in and facing your ori’vod. You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t ask what you’re about to ask – but you just can’t help it. You take a deep breath, press the buzzer, then step inside.
Cody greets you with an icy glare – he’s still pissed off, you assumed that much –but you walk to the chair in front of his desk and sit down, drumming nervously on your thigh. Where do you even begin?
“I didn’t mean for it to happen”, you start. “We just got… caught up”.
Cody shakes his head disapprovingly. “If this is your way of apologising–”.
“I’m not”, you cut in. He lifts an eyebrow. “Apologising. I’m not. I don’t regret it, and I’m not sorry it happened”.
“Then why are you here, vod’ika?”, he asks.
“I, uhm… I was hoping you could give me his frequency”, you say, sheepishly looking away.
He visibly tenses, your request catching him off-guard. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”.
“Probably not. But I can’t stop thinking about him”, you confess.
The silence that settles in the office is deafening. Cody is staring at you, his expression unreadable and you begin to squirm under his gaze, shifting in your seat. The reality of what you’re asking come crashing down on you, filling you with guilt and shame. You’re a Jedi – what the hell are you thinking?
“It’s stupid, isn’t it?”, you murmur. “I’m sure he doesn’t even want to hear from me…”
Cody sighs and leans back in the chair, his gaze finally softening. “He asked me for your frequency two days ago”.
Your eyes light up. “He did?”
“Yeah. I didn’t give it to him. But if you’re asking now too…”, he trails off, shaking his head. With a few taps on his datapad, your comm beeps. “I hope you know what you’re doing, vod’ika”.
“Thank you”, you exclaim.
“Don’t thank me for this. I’m sure I’ll regret it”, he retorts.
You walk back to your cabin at a brisk pace, unable to hide the grin on your face. You cannot wait to comm him, and maybe, hopefully, see him again next time you’re on Coruscant.
This whole mini series has been stuck in my head for days. I love it!!
I swear the best series are always the ones that start off as one-shots and just refuse to stay as just one.
The way you portray Fox is so so good. With a character that has literally no show time it's so nice that people give him a whole little personality and individuality.
Cody sighs and leans back in the chair, his gaze finally softening. “He asked me for your frequency two days ago”.
Can I get some work-stressy, depressy Commander Foxxy having a crush on somebody please? ♥
A/N: Hey!! Sorry it took me so long to get round to this, I've been through a bit of a rough time recently and writing has unfortunately taken a back seat for a long time. I also most definitely haven't read though it as much as I should've. Most definitely not up to my usual standard so I do apologise. I hope it's still decent tho!! <3
'My Pleasure, Senator'
Commander Fox x reader
Summary: Fox is always know for being efficient, for having a reliable and firm work ethic. A certain Senator manages to bring out a gentler softer side to him though...
Word count: 2,1k
C/W: fluff and slight awkwardness
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Fox didn’t do crushes.
Some of his brothers seemed to enjoy it. Hell, Thorn seemed to be a natural, he could flirt with a rock if he had to and still make it fall head over heels for him.
But Fox had always tried to keep his distance from it all. It wasn’t realistic. He’d never be able to keep a good relationship with his lifestyle, so why even bother entertaining the idea?
That was, until he met you.
Where he used to think crushes weren’t worth the trouble, now he was willing to do all sorts of stupid things just to see you.
Walk the long way round just to catch a glimpse of you. Take just a little extra time at the caff machine because he knew you came every day at 0600 hours without fail. Volunteer for Senate security duty even though it was the most boring of all, just so he could watch you in congress.
Fox really did not do crushes.
So why did he have such a massive one on you?
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It seemed so silly really. It’s not like he’d ever be able to be with you.
You were a senator, you had responsibilities, bigger problems.
And he was a clone Commander in the Guard, which came with more than its fair share of its own responsibilities.
But still, just the thought of you made it that little bit easier to wake up in the morning. Gave him that extra motivation to show up.
Suddenly, he looked forward to things more.
He’d replay all your tiny little interactions in his head when he was bored on patrol. The mere thought of you making the long lonely shifts pass quicker.
As much as it pained him to admit it, you truly had him wrapped around your little finger.
He'd pick up extra shifts just to be where you would be. Speech at the Senate? He was there. Needed a squad to escort you off world? He’s first in line.
He wasn’t actively trying to make a move on you. But your presence was just… calming.
It was nice to watch you, be with you, listen to you.
He just liked you.
He admired your gentle way of expressing yourself. It was one of the first things that had ever brought you to his attention.
He was on senate security duty, picking up the shift that everyone hated and avoided. All the proud and aloof senators arguing together.
In this particular senate session, you were presenting your case against some of the abysmal work conditions in the lower levels of Coruscant.
You were respectful, but you weren't going to let yourself be pushed around, that much was obvious.
Firm, but subtle. Gentle, but determined.
He was so enraptured he didn't even check the time once during the whole shift. Something that he’d usually do every 5 minutes, begging for it to be over.
The first time he’d actually interacted with you outside of Senate was when his squad was assigned as a security escort for you.
You'd talked to him and his brothers like they were actual fellow humans and made a point of thanking them all personally afterward. Even going so far as sending a small packet of fancy caff grounds to the guard quarters, after they had confided in you that they all practically lived off it.
This small action quickly made you a guard favourite, the boys always sending you a polite nod or a little salute when they passed you in the senate halls.
This also meant that anytime you sent in a request for help of any kind, the boys were always quick and eager to get it done and delivered for you.
So that brought you to Fox, strolling to your personal quarters in the late hours of the evening.
Could he have sent these files on his datapad? Probably. But, as mentioned before, he truly would take any excuse to see you.
He knocked on the door of your quarters, taking a step back and tucking his helmet under his arm. He runs a hand through his hair as he waits for you to answer.
Your door slides open, your face peaking out into the corridor, smile quickly forming when you realised who it was.
"Oh Commander Fox" you stepped out into the corridor, smoothing your clothes subtly and tucking some stray hairs behind your ears "How can I help you?"
His eyes quickly ran down your form, taking in the relaxed clothes you were in, your hair gathered messily on top of your head. His eyes lingering on your bare face. Pretty.
"Sorry Senator, I only wanted to deliver the reports you asked for" he handed you the datapad before ducking his head and turning away "I'll be on my way"
"Fox" you called after him, making him stop and turn around "Thank you” you say before he can turn away again.
Simple, sweet. Yet Fox’ heart still does a little dance in his chest.
He smiles back, uncharacteristically soft for him “My pleasure, Senator”
“I’ll be sure to have it back to you by tomorrow” you assure, tapping the datapad.
He nods “No rush, as long as you need. Just send me comm when you need me to come pick it up”
Your eyes linger slightly over his face, the bags under his eyes, silently taking it in although you don’t say anything. Instead you nod, still smiling that same gentle smile “Will do” you assure “Get some rest Commander” you add
Fox nods, giving you a small almost teasing salute “You too, Senator”
You lock eyes for another second before he turns on his heels. You find yourself smiling as you watch him walk down the corridor, only breaking out of it once he rounds the corner.
You walk back into your quarters, setting the datapad on your desk as you sit back down on your chair, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you get comfortable.
It’s late, late enough that the only light is coming from your desk lamp. You should be resting, but you really do need to finish this speech for the senate.
You find your mind wandering back to Fox as you work. You think about how tired he looked. He always does to be fair, but he looked even more so tonight.
He was still in his full armour when he dropped off the datapad, so he must’ve come straight from patrol to you. And knowing him he probably went straight back to patrol after seeing you instead of resting like you’d said.
You smile gently as you think, shaking your head. He truly was impossible, but the work ethic was admirable.
The datapad screen starts to dim in front of you and you realise you’ve been staring at it without actually working. You shake yourself from your thoughts, tapping the screen to stop it from turning off as you get back to work.
—---
The next day Fox finds himself checking his comm more frequently, waiting for your message to pop up. But as the afternoon goes on, it never shows up.
He’d been hoping to be able to use the excuse to see you again, but he brushes off the disappointment. You’d probably been working too hard as usual.
It isn't until late that night, when he's on shift in the holding cells, that he hears a light tap on the glass pane in front of him.
He looks up, seeing you standing on the other side with that same gentle smile he has come to love.
You give him a little wave “Hello Commander” your voice crackles through the comms “I thought I would drop the datapad off in person seeing as you were so kind to bring it to my quarters the other night” you explain, lifting the datapad in question to show him.
“Oh” he replies, taken aback “Oh no problem Senator, I would’ve been more than happy to pick it up. That's what I’m here for”
“I know, but I was passing this way anyway so…” you trail off, shrugging.
He nods, looking back at you for a beat before noticing you still have the datapad in hand.
“Hang on, I’ll come round to you” he says as he gets up. You watch as he walks towards the door, disappearing from sight before he’s rounding the corner in front of you instead.
“I thought you would've been finished with it earlier” he comments as he takes the datapad from you. There's no malice behind the words, he just wants to keep the conversation going as an excuse for you to stay a bit longer.
“I was” you admit, apparently also happy to keep the conversation going “But I knew you had a shift here tonight so I thought I’d just bring it by myself instead”
“Oh” he smiles slightly under his helmet, a warm feeling filling him as he realises you obviously know his shift times “Well that is very kind of you Senator”
“My pleasure” you smile back, polite and pleasant as always.
You had actually finished with it way before, but you’d been saving it up all day as a little excuse to see him.
You stay put as he taps a couple times at the datapad, blue light reflecting on his visor.
“You have all the guard shifts memorised?” He asks teasingly, glancing up at you from the screen.
You smile, shrugging “Only the ones I care about.”
He chuckles, setting the datapad down on the ledge beside him and turning his full attention to you “I see. You should do me a favour and memorise Thorns shifts too. Maybe then he would actually show up on time” he jokes
You chuckle “I take it he's late to his shift tonight?”
He nods “Technically, yes. But it’s just going to be me tonight.”
It was supposed to be minimum of two guards in the control room at all times, but nobody liked the night shift. And the squad had been working hard this week so Fox had agreed to cover for them tonight.
More than half the cells were empty anyway, why should they all have to suffer the night for nothing?
“Oh good” you answer, pulling a cup of caff from you bag “Because I only brought one”
He chuckles, shaking his head slightly in disbelief “For me?”
You hum, nodding as you extend it towards him “You want it or not?”
He takes it from you gratefully, other hand swiftly pulling his helmet off and setting it down beside the datapad.
You look up at him, taking in the messy curls in his head and the tired yet content look on his face as he takes a sip before setting it down on the ledge next to him.
A slightly teasing smile graces his lips as he turns to look at you again “How’d you know I like it black?”
“Lucky guess” you answer, although you both know that isn't true.
He hums “Right… like how you guessed I was on shift tonight, huh? You know I’m noticing a pattern here” he says knowingly
You shrug,smiling “As I said, I pay attention to things I care about” you add, eyes on his.
His eyes crinkle as he smiles, arms crossing as he leans forward just slightly “Well, lucky me then I guess”
He looks like he's just about to make another teasing comment when his comm beeps. The moment is broken as his attention is shifted to reading the message displayed on his wrist.
He looks back up at you, an apologetic and almost disappointed look on his face “Sorry, I do gotta take this…”
You wave him off, smiling although you are also a little disappointed the little moment is coming to a close “Oh no don’t be silly, it's no problem Fox. I’ll let you get to work”
His comm beeps again, but he doesn't even look down, eyes on you. He wants to thank you for coming by, for showing up, for taking an interest, for existing, just for everything.
But instead something simpler comes out his mouth.
“Thank you.”
The words are simple, but the meaning behind them is clear.
You smile “My pleasure, Commander. I’ll see you around?”
He nods, smiling softly. He would travel across half the galaxy if it means he could get to see you just for a few minutes.
i did a clone fic rec list a while ago, but i thought that a second edition to that would be a nice thing to add to my clone-uary event. i still have some requests that i'm working through from it, but it was great to go back through my old reblogged recs and work through some of the stuff that's been sitting in my "marked for later" for an embarrassingly long time 😂
the link to the fic itself is from whatever platform i read the work on! clone names and fic names are in alphabetical order, and if an ao3 author did not mention a tumblr username on their profile or in the notes of their fic i didn't tag anyone.
key:
a ☀️ means the link is for tumblr
a 🌙 means the link is for ao3
a 💫 means the fic was a gift for me in a @cloneficgiftexchange event (as my previous rec list pre-dates the first exchange!)
Cody:
Roses Are Red and Violets Are... Orange? by Emerald_Hills 🌙
Somewhere to Start by @cioneo ☀️
The Way You Look Tonight by @miseries-mistress ☀️
Crosshair:
Hangin' on the Telephone by TeaTime4BeeTime 🌙
Shy General by @stellarbit 🌙
Snowfall by @happy-beeeps ☀️
Take Me Out by @masterjedilenawrites ☀️💫
Unspoken Confessions by @crosshairlovebot ☀️
Echo:
A Wonderful Life Day by @apocalyp-tech-a 🌙
My Heart is Yours, and so are my Brother's by @ireadwithmyears 🌙
Not Alone by @mylifeisactuallyamess ☀️
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice by @melliejellybellybean ☀️💫
Fives:
Attempt Seventeen by @kyzyner 🌙
"Have we met?" by @goosewriting 🌙
Lucky Number Five by @isaidonyourknees 🌙
Fox:
Best Place to Sleep by @clone-anon 🌙
Let The Sun In by @exxasperatedauthor ☀️💫
Howzer:
The Heart of a Senator by @eclec-tech 🌙
Hunter:
Crash Landing by sparkofsaryndipity 🌙
don't go by @221bshrlocked 🌙
Something Borrowed, Something Blue by @dreamie411 🌙
Jesse:
A Night to Remember by @toomanybandstocare ☀️
Mischief & Mistletoe by @jetii ☀️💫
The Hand You're Dealt by AyicanPrincess 🌙
Kix:
Kickstart my Heart by @happy-beeeps ☀️
Lieutenant Levendy and the Case of the Haunted Supply Room by @orbitalmirror 🌙
A special thank you to Molly (@starstofillmydream) for the inspiration (check out part one of her Cody headcanons) and long conversations that produced this.
Warning: My opinions. All of these are my opinions and are not shared as being omnipotently accurate or the only way to view Wolffe. We know very little about Wolffe’s personality from canon and much of his character is up to interpretation. This is simply how I perceive him. If you disagree with some or all, that’s okay. You can smile and wave while you maturely pass on by. Also, explicit NSFW material.
Minors, DNI.
SFW
Wolffe feels deeply and passionately. His emotions/feelings may be hidden by his hard exterior and annoyed grumpiness, but that man feels.
Wolffe craves emotional intimacy. He wants to be with someone who both challenges and supports him. Someone who sees him as a human being and not just a sexual partner. Someone who makes him feel alive, and want to continue to live.
Wolffe is methodical and practical. He’s interested by how things work and will spend hours deconstructing something to learn its purpose and reconstruct it to be more efficient and/or effective. He finds satisfaction in working with his hands (😏).
Wolffe gardens. Hours transplanting and mulching and deadheading, sweating after a long day beneath the sun and caring for his plants, is a favorite pastime of his. He works hard to create a garden of purpose, and is meticulous in structuring its content. Every plant/shrub/bush serves a practical purpose. Vegetables and fruits to eat. Flowers to attract pollinators. Shrubbery for wind protection.
Wolffe prefers to be quiet. Out at the bar with his brothers, he’s perfectly content to sit back and listen to them talk. He’ll throw in his opinion when they’re being idiotic, or he has to defend himself from their taunts, but other than that, he’ll nurse his drink and rest easy knowing he and his brothers are still alive.
Wolffe is fiercely loyal to his brothers (and anyone who earns his trust, like Plo, or his SO). And his loyalty demands a certain protective quality. Wolffe may be selective with his bite, but when he elects to use it, it will leave a permanent scar. He doesn’t shy or back down from an argument, and he will gladly put someone in their place. Especially if that person is belittling his brothers or his SO.
Before bed, Wolffe likes to hold his SO. He’ll stroke her hair, her skin. Listen to her talk, or simply lay in bed in companionable silence, amusing himself with the softness of her skin, or the texture of her hair. He finds this time to be relaxing. A reminder that he’s alive, he’s not alone, and this isn’t a dream.
As soon as it’s time to sleep, though, Wolffe needs his space. He runs hot, so he cannot be touching when he’s sleeping.
Wolffe wakes up early (he has a hard time sleeping) and will cuddle against his SO, pressing his chest to her back, kissing her shoulder and neck softly, making sure not to wake her up. There’s something vulnerably pleasurable about holding his SO early in the morning. Watching the sun rise outside his window and being with the one he loves. Once his SO is awake, he’ll kiss her deeply, slowly, taking his time.
Wolffe gets nightmares. The worst ones wake him in a sweaty panic. He reaches for a notebook he keeps beside his bed, flips to the last page, and reads over the names of his brothers who are still alive. It eases the tension in his muscles and the fear in his mind. To see their names and know they’re safe, it’s what he needs for a reprieve from the aftereffects of war. And then he’ll reach for his SO’s hand, holding it to his forehead and reminding himself that he’s alive and safe.
Wolffe is easily contented when his SO plays with his hair. He likes to rest his head in her lap, close his eyes, and bask in the feel of her fingers in his curls. Bonus points if they’re sitting outside in the grass, the sun warm on their faces.
NSFW
Wolffe likes to eat cunt. So much so he tends to come simply from eating out his SO. It’s so frequent he’ll eat her out naked so he can fist his cock and come on his stomach/chest rather than in his boxers.
Wolffe likes overstimulation—for both him and his SO. He has a particular enjoyment in tasting his SO while using a vibrator on her clit. Watching her spasm, listening to her whimper and moan from the overstimulation. It’s only when she’s begging him to stop will he move on. Overstimulation is also pleasurable to him. When he’s come and his cock is soft, his SO continues to ride him or fist him or lick him, and she overstimulates him until he’s thrusting uncontrollably, groaning incoherent words, holding on to her so tightly because he thinks he’s going to black out.
Wolffe hates quickies. He prefers to take his time with his partner—to watch her grow sensitive to his tongue, become pliant to his touch, lose herself in the pleasure he’s providing her. He wants to spend a long time with his head between her legs. Long enough to explore her body (even though he’s familiar with every divot and scar and wrinkle). He likes to be in the heat of the moment, dazed from mutual pleasure, and he can’t be thorough on a time constraint.
Wolffe doesn’t care for blowjobs. He doesn’t mind them. But if he’s going to be getting himself off, he’d rather have his cock in his SO’s cunt or ass. He’d rather fuck—bodies thrusting rhythmically, skin sweat-slicked, hands on one another, mouths searching for the other—and, to his high hopes, get overstimulated together.
Wolffe likes to come inside his SO. There’s something primal and satisfying to feel the wet heat of his SO’s cunt around his cock; to feel himself release deeply inside of her, unrestrained. Once they’re finished, he likes to sit back and see his cum dripping out of his SO. The sight alone is enough to get him hard again.
