foxwolffe role reversal?? how would wolffe deal with being the guard commander, and what would fox be like on the battlefield? :eyes:
(Oh this is such a interesting prompt! Thank you for asking it!)
“Wolffe, you absolute chakaar! You dumb di’kut! You--”
“Hello to you too, Fox.”
Wolffe had no idea the 104th was back on Coruscant, but if he’s surprised to see Fox come barging in his office, he doesn’t show it. His mild amusement is great at hiding things, he’s found out.
“Don’t you just ‘hello’ me, you fool!” the other retorts, clearly unhappy. “You think I wouldn’t hear?”
Wolffe knows that was he’s doing is risky, but it’s so amusing to push Fox’s buttons that he can’t help it anyway.
“Hear what?” he asks in fact, pretending that he has no idea about what Fox is talking about - he knows, of course, he knows too well.
Fox takes the bait, but maybe a bit too aggressively, judging by the way he stomps towards his desk only to grab him by his shoulders.
“Why can’t you understand that they’re going to decommission you if you keep acting like this!”
That’s the heart of the problem, isn’t it?
Wolffe will never not be surprised at the fact that they’ve decided to put him in charge of the Guard: maybe it’s because he seemed the most diplomatic of the batch. Seemed, because things soon changed once Wolffe realized just how bad things are for them, something he has to stand up for, even at the cost of becoming more bitter with the times and getting rid of all the softness that he once felt - not that this stops him when he knows he’s safe, like he is now, alone with Fox.
What can he say, he refuses to have he and his brothers being treated like simple props, even if this entails calling a Senator exactly what he is, which is a piece of…
“I’m too good, they can’t afford to replace me,” he retorts. He’s not saying it just because he’s cocky, it’s the actual truth: Wolffe does an astounding job with the Guard, he’s too good of an asset to be replaced, and he knows it, which means that, more often than not, he uses this information to his advantage, protecting his vode and making sure that the Senators know that their bad behavior won’t be tolerated.
“You say this now, but how do you know it’s going to be like this forever?” Fox asks. “I just-- Ugh! You’re impossible!”
In a moment he completely deflates, and the smirk on Wolffe’s face dies once he notices how worried he looks. Alright, enough joking around.
He takes Fox’s head between his hands, dragging him closer to press their foreheads together.
“Fox, you don’t know how it’s like here. I need to do this because if I don’t we’re going to get trampled. I need to stand for what is right.”
“I know, I know, I just…” Fox begins. “… I worry for you.”
Wolffe doesn’t wait anymore and he kisses him. As predicted, Fox returns the kiss in kind, hungry and desperate. They’ve both missed each other so much.
“I’m here, cyar’ika,” Wolffe whispers once they pull away. “I’m here.”
Fox nods, though he doesn’t look much better than he did before, which prompts Wolffe to guide him to the couch.
“How about I get us something to drink? You can tell me what you’ve been up to.”
“Yeah, I would like that.”
After the first couple of glasses of corellian whiskey, Fox already looks much better.
Wolffe still has to get used to his new grey armor - it used to be red, just like the Guard’s. It doesn’t mash well with his vibrant red hair, but Wolffe is getting used to it. If anything, what really pains him is the reason behind this color change; losing men never feels good, and to lose that many…
Honestly, Wolffe is surprised about how well Fox seems to have taken it, at least on a surface level, though he can see how deeply affected he’s been by the Malevolence incident. He’s not going to lie, he’s worried about him: Fox has begun shutting him - and everyone else - down more and more often, and sometimes he looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks even.
This war is ruining him.
And yet, right now Fox looks like he did when they were first dispatched. Wolffe likes to think that it’s because of him but who knows, maybe it’s just because here on Coruscant he doesn’t have to fight. There’s no war here after all, it’s easy to forget about it, or at least pretend it doesn’t exist.
Well, who cares if it’s because of him or not; as Fox scoots closer, resting his head on Wolffe’s shoulder, exhaling with a happy smile on his face, Wolffe finds himself completely drawn to him, and what else can he do, then, if not dragging him for a kiss, and then another and another again? He swears, he’ll never get enough of his lips; it must be because they have much time spent apart to make up for. How does the saying go? Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?
Oh well, knowing how things are, it could be worse, way worse than this, right?
At this point, he’ll take what he can get.
