As I’m finishing my Alpha 17 fic (spoiler: it’s a bodyguard x princess trope), I thought I’d resume my blurbs and thoughts :)
Warning: not proofread!!, angsty Fox thought incoming, arguing, fluff-ish ending, gender neutral
Note: this turned out longer than I meant oops
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Fox is always overworked and stressed, but today had been one of the worst day for him and his men. All he wanted to do was go home and just relax, but he made the mistake of carrying all the frustration home with him.
Fox was immediately met by a tight hug from you when he entered the apartment. You should’ve known something was off with his weak return of the physical affection. However, you continued to question him about his day and if he had eaten anything — him answering your questions in less than five words should’ve been the other clue.
You started getting dinner plated for him, excitedly babbling about your day as he sat in silence. It wasn’t something unusual. Fox told you he enjoyed listening to you talk, since he wasn’t exactly the most talkative person himself.
When you sat down to eat with him, you continued on with your stories until you noticed Fox had barely touched anything on his plate. You, of course, asked, “Is everything alright?”
The words of concern somehow were the final straw.
“Maker, if I knew I wouldn’t get a moment of peace here, I would’ve stayed at the office!”
That was the first time Fox had ever raised his voice at you. Sure, you’ve heard him talk like that to other people, but never you. You sat stunned in silence, while your heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible force. You felt tears quickly start to form, and you were not about to cry in front of him.
“I’m sorry,” you looked down at your plate before standing from your chair and heading to your bedroom. You sat down on the edge of your bed, mindlessly staring out the window in front of you. You felt the wet trails the tears left on your cheeks, and the pressure in your chest only got heavier.
Your thoughts were racing, scolding yourself about being clingy and not noticing that he wanted to be left alone. You were sure Fox was going to go back to the office like he said, so the knock on your door scared you from your thoughts.
“Cyare… can I come in?” You heard Fox’s muffled voice through the door. You didn’t answer though, unsure what the best answer was.
Fox, however, only stood for a few moments of silence before opening the door. He paused in the door way, taking in your teary face. He whispered a curse under his breath, then he entered your shared room. He slowly made his way over with a worried look on his face.
“Cyare…” he quietly started.
“I’m sorry,” you cut him off. “I should’ve known to give you some space.”
“Don’t apologize,” Fox then sharply cut you off. He knelt down in front of you, grabbing your hands that were twisted in your pants.
“Cyare, don’t apologize to me. I should’ve never spoken to you like that. I was tired and frustrated, and I should’ve never taken that out on you. Please don’t leave me.” You stared into his pleading eyes, slightly shocked at his words.
Fox looked away from you before sighing defeatedly. He shook his head and stood, dropping your hands.
“You don’t deserve to be treated like that. Kriff… I always knew I was going to mess this up. I’m just going to go back to the office-”
“Fox!” You interrupted, standing to close the distance between you two. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I should though-”
“No, you’re staying,” you said sternly. His eyes darted between yours, looking for any hesitation.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You murmured.
Fox’s frown deepened. “I thought I’d be fine. I didn’t want to ruin your mood, but instead I made it a lot worse.”
You shook your head lightly. “Just please tell me next time,” you sighed, looking up at your stubborn boyfriend.
“Of course,” he quickly agreed before slowly grabbing one of your hands. Fox gave a soft tug on it, silently asking if more was okay. You quickly fell into him, holding him close. Fox returned the affection with full force, his face falling into your hair as he took a deep breath.
“Thank you for putting up with me,” he whispered into your hair.
“I love you,” was your answer and your reason.
“I love you more,” he shot back playfully. You opened your mouth to argue, but he already beat you to it, “No, cyare, it’s not possible for you to love me more.”
Fox pulled away, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw one of yours. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before a more exhausted breath left his mouth.
“Am I still allowed in the bed?” Fox quietly joked.
“Hmm,” you contemplated with exaggeration.
Fox’s fingers found your sides to give them a playful squeeze, which made you let out a giggle from the ticklish touch.
“Okay, fine!” You surrendered. Fox pulled you back in once again, and his lips immediately found yours — he loved whenever you giggled into your kiss.
“Let’s call it a night, cyare. I’m tired,” Fox mumbled.
“Okay, Fox,” you happily returned. You detached from him to start getting ready for bed as your own wave of fatigue from the emotional turmoil washed over you.
Fox, however, barely left your side throughout your routine. His hands also didn’t leave you with innocent touches meant to make sure you wouldn’t disappear.
When you two finally got in bed, Fox also made sure there was not a single centimeter of space between you. He held you closer than he had ever had.
“I love you so much, sometimes it scares me,” he confessed into the warm night air.
“Fox,” you softly drew out his name in worry.
“Let’s just go to sleep,” Fox gently shushed you. You wanted to argue, but you decided to save it for the morning.
“I love you,” you said anyways.
Fox waited until your breaths became deep and even before he fell asleep — his last thought being how he would make it up to you the next morning.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos, CC-1010 | Fox/Reader, Quinlan Vos/Reader, CC-1010 | Fox/ Quinlan Vos/Reader, Quinlan Vos & Reader
Characters: Quinlan Vos, CC-1010 | Fox, Reader, CC-5869 | Stone, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), CC-4477 | Thire, CT-6922 | Dogma
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Polyamory Reader Insert, Reader-Insert, gender neutral reader, chronically ill reader, Much happier than the last fic, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Protective Quinlan Vos, Protective Clone Troopers (Star Wars)
Series: Part 2 of 76 Kisses Challenge (for Readers of a Galaxy Far, Far Away)
Summary:
Being Quinlan Vos' better half puts you on a collision course with the Coruscant Guard, and for all your best friend's chaos, you're nothing but sweet salve. The Guards grow to love you, especially the Commander. And you realize your best friend does, too.
hello! can i request needy/submissive hcs with the Coruscant Guard, please? it can be full soft/sfw if you want :)
thank you and have a good day/night :)
Coruscant Guard x gn reader: needy/submissive headcanons
warnings: mild suggestiveness
notes: so these men collectively have less than 20 minutes of screentime yet here I am. You don't know how hard I was wracking my brain trying to pick apart the little scraps of what we're given to try to extrapolate ANY character traits to use. So these are absolutely the least justifiable hcs I've ever done but oh well fuck it I'll stand by them
Fox:
Even at his neediest, Fox is determined to stay in charge. He asks for affection by telling you how to give it lol. Like gives a tired, gravelly, "Come here," followed by grabbing your wrist and tugging you into his lap. Buries his face in your neck with a long, exhausted sigh
When he really needs touch he'll guide your hands where he wants them and get annoyed if you move them. Catches your wrist and puts it back with an annoyed little "Didn't say you could stop"
Gets kinda desperate to be praised but absolutely doesn't admit it. Tell him he's doing a good job, that the Guard couldn't ask for a better commander. Scratch gently through his curls as you list all the reasons you're proud of him and he totally melts against you despite himself, clutching you a little tighter with every word. Grumbles like he's annoyed, muttering "You're laying it on thick," while secretly hoping you never stop
The more exhausted he is, the more he wants to be taken care of without having to ask. Pretends to not like being fussed over even as he actively leans into it lol. Take his armor off for him, give him a shoulder rub, just take care of him and within a few minutes he'll be half asleep against you, too comfortable and happy to keep up the act
Clingy during sleep, always keeps an arm locked around your waist and if you drift too far away in the night he'll grumble and haul you right back against his chest without ever opening his eyes
Thorn:
Thorn is actually pretty affectionate in general, though it's usually pretty lowkey. Just quick kisses, brushing shoulders as he walks by, subtle hand-holding. But once in a while, the stress catches up to him, and he gets a lil dramatic tbh. He wants to be absolutely smothered
He'll get back after a rough day/mission and just makes a beeline for you and collapses his entire heavy ass body on you. Whether you're sitting on the couch or in bed, suddenly he's there, draping himself over you with the deepest sigh you've ever heard in your life
Somehow manages to cuddle aggressively. Pulls your arms around his neck himself, nudges his face into yours, and mumbles like come on you can hold me tighter than that I won't break
If you're busy and he's feeling needy, he resorts to increasingly shameless tactics to get your attention. Hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder and neck, mumbling against your ear that he needs you
Wants to hear how much you love him. As he's tangled up with you, the two of you clinging to each other and he's pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, the absolute best thing you can do for him is just tell him how much you love him. Would stay like that for hours if you let him
Thire:
When Thire's feeling needy he gets submissive. Wants to take care of you and finds a lot of comfort in knowing he's the one you lean on. Like it fulfills his needs to drown you in affection and make sure you're 100% satisfied
Like he'll be tired and craving affection really badly and the way you know it is because he's suddenly coddling you, asking what he can do for you, giving you lots of little kisses and jumping to do whatever he can for you
Likes if you give him jobs/tasks that involve physical closeness like holding you in his arms while you take a nap on his chest or like if you tell him to give you a massage he will VERY happily comply
Still somehow keeps a little bit of authority in his voice even as he's asking to take care of you. He'll firmly say "Let me do this for you" really authoritatively but like he's also waiting for you to give him the permission
The quickest way to make him blush is to thank him. Kiss his forehead after he's spent the evening fussing over you, tell him how safe he makes you feel, how much you appreciate everything he does, and he gets a little smug, pulling you in for a kiss to hide how pleased with himself he is
Stone:
Stone doesn't ask for comfort often enough. He just kinda carries everything himself usually, and when he finally does really need you, the signs are pretty subtle
When he gets needy, he starts hovering. Just kinda appears wherever you are and sits super close to you. Doesn't ask for affection outright but just like waits for you to realize lol
He gets really gentle when he's in this mood. Lets you do pretty much whatever you want to him. You can guide his hands, move him into whatever position you want, tell him where to kiss you, and he'll just softly comply, eyes half-lidded and totally focused on your touch
Likes if you surprise him with lots of affection, like if you're really needy some night then it makes him needy too. He's pretty responsive to your energy. If he gets back some night all stressed and you immediately throw yourself into his arms, whining for attention, he's catching you in his arms and totally getting taken over with need. Whispers how much he missed you and kisses you thoroughly
Gentle affection affects him more than anything else tbh. Soft little touches like tracing his jawline make him visibly shudder and let out a shaky breath
Hound:
Hound gets SO touch-starved. If it's been too long since he's seen you, he doesn't bother with greetings. He just scoops you up into a hug so enthusiastic it nearly knocks the wind out of you
When he's needy, he wants to get as close to your bare skin as possible as quickly as possible. Buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking deep, ragged breaths. If you try to pull away he'll tighten his grip on you and let out a low, needy whine
Personal space pretty much stops existing when he needs you lol. Wants to be as close to you as possible. If you're sitting down, he's suddenly in your lap or pulling you onto his. If you're lying on the couch, he's tangling himself up with you. The longer it's been since he last touched you, the more impossible it becomes to separate him from you
Gives little playful nips when he's especially overwhelmed with affection. Your shoulder, your jaw, your neck, even your hand, never enough to hurt, just little bursts of "I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself" energy before immediately following it up with soothing kisses
If he knows he's gonna be gone for a long time he begs to bring one of your spare hoodies or shirts so that on nights when he's missing you and touch-starved and sad he can curl up in his bunk and bury his face in it or wear it to sleep
Gender neutral. Post Clone War, no Order 66, Palpy is dead and Bail Organa is the new Chancellor.
Warnings : mention of angst, hurt/comfort, Fox needs a hug (and forehead kisses)
Word count : ~1,7k
“Good. Again.” Your voice was soft and kind as you walked around the younglings in the room. The little kids seemed to beam at your compliment, but stayed focused nonetheless, their grip on their lightsabers not faltering.
It was a beautiful day. The warm rays of the sun were illuminating the training room, making the golden accents on the walls and ground shine and reflect on your face and the younglings’ expression. Your eyes softened as you looked at them, standing in front of them. They executed the kata you showed them almost perfectly again, despite their young age. They will grow to be good Jedi.
Looking at the younglings continuing to train, your thoughts drifted to the past few years. The war was finally over, after all the suffering and the deaths. Palpatine's terrible plot and his identity had been discovered, and he was killed during a bloody battle between him, the Jedi and the clones. A new Republic had been established, and the Senate had decided to put Bail Organa at the head of the Republic. The galaxy slowly recovered from the wounds the war left, and the Republic and Separatists finally had managed to sign a peace treaty.
Someone calling out your name pulled you out from your thoughts, and you turned to look at the person who addressed you. Zarina, your former Padawan, who had been knighted a few months after the war.
“What is it?” You smiled at her, gesturing to the younglings in front of you that the lesson was over. They happily scurried off, after saluting you and Zarina.
“Someone wants to see you.” Zarina replied, and you couldn't miss the teasing lilt in her voice, and you knew immediately about whom she was talking about.
She guided you through the lively hallways of the Temple, where younglings were running after each other, laughing and joking. Some younger Padawans were playing with them too, as the older ones were looking at them fondly, watching them play. The grim atmosphere the war brought was gone now, replaced with that lightness that peace brought.
You found Fox standing outside of the Temple. You took some time to look at him. The man was still the Commander of the Coruscant Guard, but he seemed much more at ease and relaxed. Working under Organa was like an honor to him, and for the first time in his life, Fox liked his job. And it showed. He wasn't as tense as he used to, actually getting some sleep and days off. He was eating better, and overall taking more care of himself. But Fox was Fox, and he was still that strict man who led his Guard with an iron grip, expecting only the best from his men. It just wasn't fueled by his fear of Palpatine hurting his brothers if they did the smallest misstep. Now, it was only because he believed that Organa deserved nothing but excellence.
But there was still that darker glint in his eyes, that pain and trauma that still lingered within him, and the nightmares that plagued his sleep. He was healing, slowly and surely, but the wounds he carried weren't ones to close easily. You shook your head. For now, you just wanted to focus on him, on how much better he seemed to be.
Fox wasn't wearing his armor, as he was on a day off. Instead, he was wearing a comfortable set of clothes that you gifted him a few years ago. The sun was making his skin gently glisten, his hair shining in the light as a light breeze was making his curls slightly float around his face. The clothes he wore seemed to emphasize his strong body, and to you, he never looked more handsome than he did now.
You almost didn't register that Zarina left your side to go back to the Temple, as Fox approached you, greeting you with one of those warm hugs that only he seemed to have the secret of. “How are you doing, cyare?” His gentle voice caressed your ear, his lips leaving a kiss there.
You sighed, relaxing against him, your arms wrapping around his waist. “Mhm. Good, you?” You replied in his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. “You wanted to see me?” You whispered, as you felt him nod against you.
“Yes, actually.” He pulled back, but kept you close to him, his finger gently brushing your cheek. “There's some matters I'd like to discuss with you, but…”
He leaned towards you again, his nose gently nudging yours, and you closed your eyes at the soft touch. “But first, let me have this.” He murmured, before his lips found yours in a deep but unhurried kiss. You hummed, leaning against his chest, knowing he would hold you tight. He always did. His embrace was strong and protective as you melted against him, and you could feel the muscles in his arms ripple against you as he tightened his grip.
Fox pulled back, just enough to look down at you, his eyes filled with the glint he always had whenever he gazed at you. Those soft and fond eyes but firm. Your hand went to his cheek, caressing the soft skin scattered with white scars. He gave you a huff, before melting into your touch, the stern demeanor almost completely fading the second your skin touched his.
“You should stop thinking about work, love.” You whispered, your hand still resting on his chest drawing soft circles. “Get some rest instead. You need it.”
“Mhm. There’s so much that needs to be done. It's not easy rebuilding the-”
His words were muffled by the kiss you left on his lips. He sighed against your mouth, begrudgingly accepting your touch and concern. Fox never seemed to listen to anyone when it came to his own well-being. Just to you. After all, his heart was yours.
“I don't deserve you…” He whispered softly against your lips, his eyes still closed, his voice low and vulnerable. His fingers clenched, fisting your clothes. He felt weak and needy. He just wanted a good hug, a kiss on his forehead, and the gentle praises you always offered him. But he was too prideful and stubborn to admit it out loud. He craved the reassurance more than he wanted to admit it, but didn't feel like he was worthy of it. But he was selfish like that. He wanted you, and he would have you.
“Don't say that, Fox.” You murmured as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You deserve the whole world, you know?” You gently caressed his curls, kissing his head.
“Mhm….” He just mumbled, seemingly not convinced. “Cyare, I-”
“Shh.” You gently shushed him. “Let's get you home.”
Fox found himself sitting between your legs, his back to your chest as you held him close. He rarely allowed himself to be that vulnerable, but sometimes he just wanted you to spoon him and play with his hair. He relaxed against you when you gently brushed his curls, his eyes closing as his hands rested on your knees.
“That feels good, mesh’la.” He muttered, a shiver running down his spine as the brush caressed the sensitive skin on the back of his neck. “Don't stop.” He added, his tone sounding commanding even in his state.
You stayed like that for what felt like hours, you taking care of your grumpy Commander and him, melting into your affections and secretly craving more.
“I love you, Fox.” You whispered, putting the brush down to hold him, leaving a soft kiss on his shoulder.
He shifted in your arms, turning around to face you, his eyes looking up at you, filled with nothing but love and longing. He felt the safest when he was in your arms like that, taken care of and seen. He gave you a little smile, his hands squeezing your waist. Fox wasn't a man of many words, but his actions always spoke louder. You smiled when he kissed the tip of your nose. He always was soft and affectionate when you managed to get him to lower his guard.
Your hands went to cup his face, and your lips gently caressed his forehead, before you pressed a firm but tender kiss on that spot he loved to have kissed so much. You let out a soft chuckle, feeling him cling to you, his face burying in the crook of your neck. You heard a muffled “I love you too” coming from him, his voice low and almost annoyed. Not at you, though. Never at you.
“You're too good for me, cyare.” You heard him mumble, his face pressing harder against you. He sighed. He was stubborn, closed-off, hard around the edges, but you were so loving and patient with him, always handling him tenderly, like he was something precious and fragile. He would have hated it, if it didn't warm up his lonely heart and fill his need for a genuine connection. You gave him everything he never thought he craved, and he was slightly embarrassed to admit it, but that made him slightly more pliable to you. He’d do anything you asked of him. It felt almost embarrassing to him how much he adored you, even if he more than often thought you deserved more than him.
But those thoughts often melted easily when he was that close to you, safely tucked in your arms, with your voice whispering in his ear how much you loved him and needed him. He’d often huff and deny your words, mostly out of spite, and because he wanted more reassurance and didn't know how to clearly ask for it. Fox could hear your voice whispering sweet words in his ear, but he was only half listening, focusing on the sound of your heartbeat underneath his ear, your fingers carding through his hair and those forehead kisses you gave him that he loved so much.
You gently rubbed his back, feeling him melt and hold onto you tighter than necessary. You closed your eyes, your nose burying in his hair, and you inhaled the smell of your shampoo in his curls. His breath eased, his chest now slowly heaving and you knew he felt asleep like that, against you, when he was the safest.
“Sleep, my love.” You whispered softly. “I’ll be there when you wake up. I love you.”
Last line challenge! Thank you for the tag, @zonkedorchid 🫡
This is the ending of my Fox x Jedi!reader. It's a bit dark, with mentions of death though. There was something a bit more fluffy before but eeeh. Angst is good it is I suppose xD.
Fox felt like he wasn't living anymore. He was just letting himself be carried by the tide of routine. The only reason he was staying was because of his brothers. He couldn't leave them. He had to protect them. Because everything he was doing was for his brothers.
And deep down, he knew, and it didn't matter how much it broke his heart, killing you had been the only way to protect his brothers from the same fate.
Good soldiers follow orders.
No pressure tags 💜 : @cloni3boyz @sosleia @peacheebaba
Do you think we could get some Fox dating head cannons? It’s up to you if you want add nsfw or not, I just absolutely love this absolutely grumpy overworked commander-
Commander Fox X GN!Reader: NSFW thOTS
Warnings: Smut, you know the deal
A/N: hello! I do have some soft headcanons for Fox here if you are interested/haven't read them yet. These ones are all NSFW so if you need a little fluff, you won't find it here, lol!
This man is ROUGH! Hard thrusts, slapping, choking, biting, sucking, pulling, the whole deal. He is stressed, tired, and irrevocably obsessed with you so being able to fuck you senselessly into the bed, pulling moans from your lips like your body is an instrument is the literal highlight of his day.
He loves to take you from behind, gripping your ass and pulling your hair like that was what it was made for. He leave bruising marks in your skin, finger prints and bitemarks that only he is able to see. It pulls at his ego a little bit, claiming you in ways that only you and him know about.
Fox is a brat and he is proud of that. He's teasing, he's edging you and then pulling back at the last minute, and then chastises you for being so impatient. He is watching you twitch and moan and push up against him out of pure desperation. He wants you to cry and beg, and its only then that he'll give into your pleasures and draw out a shattering orgasm.
He likes it when you're on your knees for him, lips around his cock and saliva dripping down your chin as you bob your head over his erection, sucking and hissing when he hits the back of your throat. Tears will fall down your cheeks, and his use his thump to wipe them away, pulling his cock free from your mouth and then putting his finger in its place.
When he goes down on you, he'll spend a while sucking and nipping the area around where you want him most, teasing you until you whine. Hickeys are painted into your skin, a masterpiece he created and one you'll wear for days until he does it all over again. He'll then use his fingers on you, kissing your skin while pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.
Fox will be gentle, as he helps you to the bathroom with a warm shower or bath started. he'll make you a cup of tea to help your sore throat, rub your tight muscles, and draw you close in his arms before whispering quiet praises in your ear for being so good for him.
if you've already done this then my b but could we get some Commander Fox headcanons? both sfw/nsfw are fine <333 i love your stuff so much oml
Aw thank you so much 🫶🏼 so sorry this took 84 years to answer
I've never really written headcanons before, but ofc I have some so I'll give it a go. Not sure if this turned out right
Fox x fem!reader headcanons
Tags/warnings: some angst and some NSFW bits
Wordcount: 2.2k
◈ Fox is one of the most loyal, by the book troopers in the GAR. He's been put in charge -- of the entire Coruscant basically -- for a reason after all. He wants to follow the rules, keep his brothers safe and do his duty.
◈ He knows everything that moves on his planet. He knows the comings and goings of his brothers' battalions. He keeps track of everything.
◈ But he is overworked and exhausted, and quickly becomes disillusioned with the reality of Coruscant, senators, and the status the clones have.
◈ Little by little, Coruscant not necessarily breaks him, but forces him to adapt in ways he never really expected. He maintains the appearance of the 'by the book Commander', but constantly exploits loopholes and quickly learns how to manipulate and blackmail people.
◈ But it's never for his own gain - no, it is always for his vode. It's to keep them safe when senators get overbearing or demand the decommissioning of some shiny only because he forgot to open a door or some banthashit like that. His brothers in the Guard remain his priority.
◈ His fear of losing a little brother to decommissioning turns him into a control freak. The best way to protect his vode is prevention, and to do that the Guard has to be perfect. He has to be perfect.
◈ That's how his reputation as an unreasonable asshole starts to spread. He demands perfection. He allows no room for error. If a shiny makes the tinniest mistake, he's running drills until his knees give and he collapses. His men start to be afraid of making mistakes. They start to be afraid of him. Very few know that the punishments he implements are better than the alternative.
◈ Soon he doesn't even need to shout or glare or supervise drills - the men begin correcting themselves. New troopers are already scared of him before they even get their transfer orders to the Guard.
◈ It's a little isolating, but he's fine with it. He doesn't need his men to like him -- he needs them to be safe. And he's fine with everyone thinking he's a tough, uncaring asshole.
◈ So when he meets you -- and suddenly his heart beats faster, stomach flutters, palms get sweaty and thoughts scramble -- Fox is annoyed. He simply does not have the time for a crush and sees you as a distraction.
◈ He's curt and a little brash at first, but not out of malice - more out of circumstance. Relationships with nat-borns aren't allowed. He knows his men must be breaking that rule, but as long as he doesn't hear about it, it means they're careful enough and they can carry on. He, however, doesn't have the time or the need for it.
◈ Now, the months/years spent on Coruscant do eventually change his views on personal relationships - or maybe the loneliness finally gets to him -- but by the time that happens, he's already managed to convince you that he doesn't like you and has no idea how to fix it.
◈ He wasn't cruel -- but he was never warm. Never friendly and open like Thorn or Hound, or even Thire and Stone. His interactions with you were always short and to the point. He never found the time to humour you when you tried to slip in small questions to get to know him. He always blankly stared at you from behind the safety of his expressionless helmet until you stopped trying to make an effort.
◈ But Maker, did he feel it when you stopped making an effort. Like a punch to the gut. He noticed the way your sentences around him got shorter. How your smile always faltered when you entered his office. How you tried to keep your interactions under five minutes. And he hated it -- and himself-- for it deeply.
◈ So what Fox does to attempt to fix it is he watches you. Carefully. Intently. He learns your schedule. He studies the way the other men talk to you and how you talk to them and tries to mimic that. When he suddenly asks you how the concert or movie or art exhibition was - because he was listening when you told Thorn about your plans the other day -- your brain freezes. He's never asked you a personal question before.
◈ Of course, unfortunately for him, he hasn't quite mastered one aspect of casual chitchat. The tone. He asks in the same dry and a little irritated way he usually barks orders. It sounds a little like he's criticizing your choice of entertainment. But he doesn't realise until after you've left his office and he mentally goes over your entire interaction 3 or 4 times.
◈ Now, because he was always working, always focused on the duty he had to his vode and to Coruscant, he's never really socialised much. And that is painfully obvious. Sure, he's at the 79s from time to time, but he goes for his brothers. And usually because Wolffe is on-world and the one to literally -- physically -- drag him out of his office.
◈ He's found people attractive before, but he hasn't acted much on it. He never really allowed himself time for distractions. There's only been a handful of hookups, and always in the freshers of the 79s.
◈ So he knows he lacks experience. But he'd rather die before he asks any of his brothers for help. Fox is smart and extremely stubborn, he'll figure it out himself.
◈ Unfortunately, his attempts are so painfully awkward, you're genuinely confused about what's happening. He's so difficult to figure out because he himself isn't sure of what he wants.
◈ Like, yes, he's fallen for you, hard. And he wants you. But at the same time he doesn't think he deserves you. He doesn't consider himself a good person. Not with everything he's had to do in order to keep his men safe.
◈ And there's also the stretches of time he doesn't remember. Moments where he's gone into the Chancellor's office then blanked for 2-3 rotations, until finally he woke up in his office, with blood stains on his armor.
◈ He shouldn't get close to you. But Maker he's lonely. And you're so beautiful and kind and your laugh always warms his rotten soul. Maybe being near you a little more will fix the gaping hole in his chest.
◈ Fox is the kind of man who doesn't know how to express his feelings... until he's had a few whiskeys. He's still not poetic or good with words - no, the alcohol just helps him blurt his thoughts out.
◈ And that's how it happens. You're at the 79s with some of the other men. Fox watches you have fun from a distance, downing whiskey after whiskey and cursing himself for not knowing how to dance so that he could also make you laugh and be close to you like Hound or Thorn are.
◈ Once he's tipsy enough however, he follows you when you head to the freshers, waits for you in the corridor, then grabs you and pulls you aside. He's doesn't really have a plan -- which is both terrifying and exhilarating -- he just wants to talk to you.
◈ What he manages to blurt out is a rushed "I'm sorry". His hand is on your arm, thumb caressing your skin. You have no idea what's going on. But you couldn't look away from his unfocused and a little desperate eyes even if you wanted.
◈ When you don't reply he panics and keeps talking. He tries to explain but ends up calling you a distraction, which of course, offends you, and you try to slip out of his grasp and leave.
◈ He curses himself when he sees this isn't going as he hoped and just blurts out that he has feelings for you.
◈ Then he lets you go and walks away, leaving you stunned and confused.
◈ It annoys him in a way he can't put into words, but Fox admits defeat and finally goes to talk to Thorn, telling him everything about his crush on you and asking for advice.
◈ So the next time he sees you, he knows what to do. He apologises again and asks you out for caf, fully prepared to be rejected.
◈ When you agree, he can't keep the smile off his face - and Maker he has a beautiful smile, you definitely wish to see it more often.
◈ Your first date is a little awkward. More than a little actually. Fox has no idea how to have a casual conversation that doesn't involve casualty reports or Senate security plans, so he's more than happy to let you take the lead and listen to your stories.
◈ He doesn't kiss you on the first date, no matter how much he wants to. And he doesn't do it on the second either. He wants to do this right, take things slow, enjoy getting to know you and not overwhelm you.
◈ But that plan goes out the window the moment his lips are on yours.
◈ It happens on the third date. He walks you home after a nice, leisurely stroll through the cultural district, and as he leans in your doorway, he can't stop staring at your lips. When you tilt your head up, he accepts your invitation, and he kisses you softly, one hand on your waist, the other cradling your face.
◈ But once he starts, he finds he can't stop. The kiss deepens, turns desperate, and when you pull him inside your home, Fox comes willingly.
◈ Fox is very touch starved, and that is obvious in the way he allows no space to form between your bodies.
◈ He presses you against the wall, greedily touching every bit of exposed skin. And when that's no longer enough, he slides his hands under your shirt.
◈ If you didn't break the breathless kiss and ask him to move to the bedroom, Fox would've taken you right there in the hallway. But once he hears your whispered request, his brain kicks back into gear, remembering he wanted to do things properly, not rush and chase a high he hasn't felt in months.
◈ Unfortunately, it has been a long time for him, and he's permanently exhausted -- so, much to his embarrassment, your first time sleeping together ends faster than he wished.
◈ But he doesn't listen to you when you say it's alright. He's determined to make you feel good. So he trails his lips down your chest and then down your abdomen, tongue and teeth teasing your sensitive skin, until his face is buried in your core.
◈ Maybe he's a little sadistic, but Fox finds immense pleasure in edging you. He brings you close and abruptly stops at least five time, until you're a begging mess, pleading and fisting his hair in the most intoxicating way.
◈ And when he finally pushes you into that valley of pleasure? Maker, the way you scream his name almost makes him come all over your sheets.
◈ Once the act is done, however, he's not entirely sure what to do. He sits back on his knees, wiping your slick from his face with the back of his palm as he watches you catch your breath.
◈ Your eyes are closed and a dazed smile is frozen on your lips - and stars help him it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
◈ But he's never done this before. Never had sex in such a normal place as a bedroom. And never stayed afterwards.
◈ So as the pride swelling in his chest slowly thaws, Fox looks around your room, unsure if he's supposed to lay down next to you or put his clothes back on and go.
◈ A part of him does want to leave. It's that part of his brain that's just permanently trained to be wary of nat-born, wary of showing anything but cold professionalism... of being vulnerable.
◈ But when you hold out you hand, looking up at him through heavy eyelids, your gaze so soft and unguarded -- his restraint cracks enough to allow himself to settle on the mattress, gathering you into his arms.
◈ It feels foreign, the closeness, the raw vulnerability. Yet, as he feels you drift to sleep in his embrace, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, a dangerous warmth spreads through his chest -- the kind of warmth that's pure, undiluted devotion.
◈ He's yours now, fully. And you are his. And he will protect you fiercely, at times maybe even a little possessively.
◈ And he will also open his very soul to you, he will give you everything he has to give.
◈ Fox is not soft. He's never been soft a day in his life. But for you? He discovers a gentleness within himself he never through he was capable of.
kindly asking for some soft bf!Fox headcanons because I'm down bad for this man it's not even funny anymore 🙏
thank you in advance, and have a good night/day :)
Commander Fox X GN!Reader random thoughts
Warnings: None!
A/N: Hi! I've never written for Fox before so I hope this is okay and scratches that Fox itch! I'm hoping more people request him because it would be fantastic to write more of him! Although I wish he got some more positive screen time :(
Despite Fox's cocky and firm personality, he has a big soft spot for you when you wear down his walls and rub off that thick layer of stress he's always walking around and carrying. All it takes is a little bit of tender love and care and maybe a cup of coffee.
Once he's more relaxed, he LOVES a good cuddle session. He'll spoon you or have you lay against his chest, but if he was a little less stubborn, he would love if you would spoon him or run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. He's just so tense all the time that being able to relax in your arms without expectation of giving anything back is so appealing to him.
During guard rotation, if you work in the senate building or nearby, he'll make any effort to go out of his way and risk seeing you for just a moment before returning to his duties. Even if its just a quick glance, its enough for him to gain motivation to get through the day. Its like a teaser for what he'll get to see later that night when he goes home to you. If you work elsewhere, he'll send a quick comm saying that he's thinking about you or he can't wait to see you later.
Fox struggles to express how he's feeling, so most of the time whenever he's stressed or wanting to talk about it with you, he'll probably just pull you into his chest and rest his head against you. But that's only within the privacy of your home or somewhere private. If he has a moment to see you while he's on duty, he'll likely just graze his hand against yours
He knows that being with you isn't necessarily against anything, but he is also loyal to his men and his duty to the Republic, so he's pretty quiet about his relationship with you and will be as discreet as possibly when seeing you while his men are around. But he'll always make it up to you later by bringing you gifts or buying you your favorite snacks, etc.
He likes to feed you any new foods he's trying just to see if you react poorly to it. If you don't like it, he probably won't buy it again, but if you do, he'll frequent the place just for that food because it makes him think of you and your pleased expression.
Fox will intentionally leave his helmet out at your house just to sneak a peek at you wearing it when you thought he wasn't looking. He thinks it's so cute whenever you're curious about his job or his armor and it makes him proud to be a Coruscant Guard.
He loves when you kiss his injuries and bruises, and to the return the favor, he'll do the same for you even if its just a paper cut or a bruise from bumping your knee. He also likes to kiss any beauty marks or freckles, appreciating your unique features.
As much as Fox appreciates and honors the sacrificing made by the clones off world who are fighting the tough frontline battles, he is so grateful that he's on Coruscant where he can see you just about every night give or take a few days. And he shows that by worshipping you as much as possible, taking you on dates and spending every free moment that he can with you. He needs you to know how much you mean to him.
