#Commander fox x gn reader

[yoitsjay]

Hey! Saw you were taking requests, and I wanted to drop some inspiration. I love both Commander Wolffe and Fox, so I would be thrilled with either. For the plot, I'm always a sucker for hurt/comfort/ romance fic. I'm thinking maybe our clone commander's significant other stumbles across evidence of Palpatine's involvement in the war and his plans for order 66. This obviously makes significant other a target, and ultimately has to be saved by their commander and squad. Maybe significant other is hurt somewhere along the way. Up to you. Everyone lives, except Palps, and the galaxy is saved. I live for happy endings haha 😄 💓. I'm so cliché I know, I've accepted it at this point haha 😄 😅 😆 If it's not your style feel free to ignore, no worries. 👍

I honesty have tried to write this fic like 10 times but nothing stuck for me so I'm just writing headcannons for both men and their reactions instead. Sorry this took so long!

Everyone lives yippee! Headcannons

Characters: Commander Wolffe and Commander fox x gn reader

Summary: palps dies, everyone lives, YIPPEE

Commander Wolffe:

You had found out about the clone inhibitor chips, and evidence of Palpatine being a sith lord before fives had also found out about the chips. You and him worked together to bring this to the senate and to make sure people believed you.

You were a senator so you had a bit more sway in your words. But of course Palpatine found out that you had the dirt on him so he sent people to try and execute you.

What he didn't count on was for the wolfpack, more specifically Commander Wolffe to have your back.

You survived mang assassination attemps until you had finally brought your evidence to the senate. Which ended up in palpatines execution by the jedi, which then also ended the war. The inhibitor chips were removed from every clone, and because of you they were allowed to live their own lives, whether that meant staying soldiers, or moving away from Coruscant to start families.

You and Wolffe decided to start your own little family, much to your joy.

Though you knew Wolffe was stress TF out when Palpatine was trying to kill you, pushing you out of the way of sniper shots nearly every day took a toll on the man.

Though at the end you held him close. He would always have you, no matter what.

You made sure he believed it too.

Commander Fox:

Finding evidence that Palpatine was an evil person, especially when Fox was your boyfriend?

Yeah both your lives were at risk

You knee Fox would always protect you, he loved you even though he couldn't always show it because of palpatine

Though as soon as you found out that Palpatine was a sith lord, Fox basically commanded his whole guard to refuse any orders from Palpatine and just straight up protect you because in that time you were most literaly the most important person on Coruscant.

Eventually you brought your evidence to the jedi council and the senate, and they voted for palpatines execution.

Poor bb fox

He was also stressed tf out trying to protect you all the time and himself on top of it.

After that whole ordeal you and Fox left the republic all together, went back to your home planet and settled down, now that you were allowed too anyway.

You held Fox for as long as he needed, reassured him for days that Palpatine was dead, and that he wouldn't hurt Fox, you, or any of his brothers ever again

Eventually he believed you. ♡

Fuck you Palpatine 😒

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[clone-anon-after-dark]

Best Place to Sleep (Commander Fox x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Fox x Asexual Aromantic Reader

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: minors DNI, some chaste kissing, bed sharing, reader is sex-repulsed aroace who is particular about kissing

A/N: I wrote these headcanons for clones with ace partners and basically now I want to write at least one fic for each clone with a partner who is somewhere on the aroace spectrum.  (I’m taking requests if you have any.)  Ultimately the relationship in this one is going to be a queerplatonic partnership with I love yous. Similar vibes to the Rex fic I posted a few weeks back, but different scenario for our boy Fox who would definitely wear pajamas all day every day if he could.

Also I'm sorry. I had an outline for this and then I started writing and it sprouted legs and went down its own path, so it took a little while to put together.

It started when you literally ran into Commander Fox while running between senators’ offices. You assisted the senator from your home planet, but half the time felt like a senate page running flimsi documents around as bills were written and rewritten.

You turned the corner with piles of flimsi and two datapads in your arms and practically dumped it all on a certain clone’s chest. At first you sensed annoyance under his bucket, but then he kneeled down to help you gather everything.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s alright,” he sighed.  He seemed tired, but it was the middle of the day.

“Can I get you some caf as an apology… Com…man…der??” You weren’t exactly sure of his rank. 

You heard a little chuckle. “Fox. Commander Fox.” He shrugged. “Sure.”  He walked you to your destination where you unceremoniously dumped all the documents and datapads on a desk and walked out. This was more important and your day was nearly done anyway. The senator had gone home for some event, so surely you could get this nice man some caf before heading home yourself.

You walked to the cafe nearby and ordered drinks.  Once you sat down, he took his helmet off.  Sure, he was a clone, but there was a familiarity there, like you knew some things about him before he even spoke. You were both tired from long days, but sipping that caf seemed to calm you both.  You made polite conversation and then it turned into frank discussions of your jobs.  Relating to Fox, even for a brief time, helped relieve some stress.  You invited him for caf the next week and before you knew it, the two of you always had a reason to run into each other and catch up over caf.

Eventually you decided to ask him over to your place. You were appalled when he shared the food he was limited to eating and clones didn’t really make credits, so going out and trying new things was out of the question for him. Until now. You had no problem introducing him to the concept of take out food.  He wasn’t sure what to order so you ordered an abundance of things which he helped carry to your home.  You opened the door for him.  It wasn’t much, but it was your space and you were grateful for quiet, respectful neighbors. He looked around in awe.

“You have your own couch?! A kitchen, your own refresher, and I bet you also have a bed.”  You laughed a little, and he was being a bit silly, but it dawned on you that the clones really didn’t have much to call their own. 

“Yeah, this is all mine,” you replied. “Make yourself at home.”

He put the bags down and you opened the containers and got some plates. He took off his bucket along with the rest of his armor.  It was the first time you’d seen him in just his blacks and he smiled a little sheepishly at you. You grinned.

“Okay handsome, let’s eat.”

He came over and took a plate. You explained the dishes you’d chosen. Two types of noodles, one fried with vegetables. Another plain, but it would go well with the various sauteed meats and vegetables, some spicier than others. He took a little of everything and had a hard time picking a favorite. 

“There’s so much food in the galaxy,” you said. “No need to have a favorite just from these.”

“They’re all so good though,” he replied between bites. “So much flavor. I’m even starting to feel full.”

You smiled.  He was clearly enjoying himself, taking his time, not having to get back to work right away, or deal with some issue.

“Do you want to stay for a while,” you asked with hopeful quietness.

“If that’s okay,” he replied.  You nodded and he helped you put the leftovers away before sitting on the couch and turning on a holo.  He didn’t mean to, but part way through the movie he’d fallen asleep.  You laid down on the other end of the couch, but with your legs resting on his, unsure yet of how close you wanted to get. You finished the movie while he softly snored.  You wanted to stay with him, but chose instead to adjust him with some pillows so his neck wouldn’t hurt in the morning. He was completely out. You left him to sleep there and went to your own room, but your bed felt colder than it ever had before. You managed to fall asleep, though, and were only woken up when you heard his feet patter down the hallway to the refresher in the morning. You got up and threw a robe on, hoping he wasn’t about to leave, but he was already in his armor.  You couldn’t stop your face from dropping.

“Sorry,” he said. “I have to get back, but… well, that was the nicest night I’ve had in a really long time. And that couch is so comfortable. The best place to sleep. Much more comfortable than my bed. Thank you for having me over.”

You searched for a way to make sure this wasn’t a one time thing. 

“Fox? Do you think you’d like to come over again sometime?”

“What are you doing tonight,” he replied with a grin. Before you could stop yourself you threw your arms around him in a hug and whispered “see you tonight.”

Fox started coming over at least once a week.  Walking home with him whenever you both worked, trying new foods, and relaxing after a long day soon became everything.  Sometimes he would spend the night, but he gave you space and slept on the couch.  So he wouldn’t have to wear his blacks so much, you started buying him clothes for his overnight stays.  Several hoodies, t-shirts, sweatpants, and comfortable socks all became staples. He loved fluffy socks. Although he expressed concerns that you were wasting all your money on him, you immediately shushed him. You weren’t going to hear it. He had made your life so much better, so much more comfortable.  You wanted him to be comfortable and happy too.

Things were going swimmingly, with lots of hugs and some cuddles.  He was always a gentleman.  You started sharing chores and were starting to feel bad that Fox slept on the couch so much, but he seemed to love the couch.  You didn’t want to push in any particular direction if you weren’t ready for some serious conversation. Up until now things just seemed to flow.  Everything else seemed easy.  When he washed dishes and you dried and put them away? Easy. He would lean in for a keldabe kiss in the middle of it and everything seemed right and fine and happy.

One evening you went out with some friends and they wanted to hear everything.  Although they were usually very understanding of your relationship style, up until now they seemed to think that finding someone to commit to that relationship style would be hard.

“Fox and I have something special,” you said firmly. “Are we lovers? No. Not in the way people think. But I am in love with him. He’s my person. I don’t know how else to say it.”

They all froze and stared at you. That was the first time you acknowledged how you felt out loud. Fox had managed to climb into your heart in a way no one else had. The thought was immediately followed by your own realization that you needed to talk to him about it.

The next day Fox was coming over and you took a deep breath as you walked down the halls around the senate building.  You met him at the usual place and he reached for your hand. As you walked home, you kept sighing to yourself. 

“What is it,” he asked, stopping in the middle of the walkway. “I have to know.”

Before you could stop the words they came out like an avalanche. “How do you feel about me? Because I think I love you.”

He took his bucket off and softly rested his forehead to yours. Immense relief poured from his soul. He closed his eyes briefly as if his own sense of contentment could slow down the universe for a moment.

“I love you, cyar’ika.”

“How do you feel about things, as far as the physical things between us?”

“Well I was wondering if I could kiss you, but otherwise, I’m very happy. Cuddling up to you is everything.” He pulled you into his arms and rested his cheek against you.

After a few moments you continued walking back to your place with a new sense of peace.  You talked about your boundaries and wanted to know his. Nothing was a surprise. He was happy, just as he seemed to be happy. Nothing was missing for him just as nothing was missing for you.

After you walked through the door of your home, you said, “You can kiss me. Only some places though. I don’t like the idea of tongues and all that.” You made a face that made him laugh a little, but he took your words to heart.

“My tongue will stay in my mouth, don’t worry,” he replied. “I will need detailed notes on where I can kiss you. And for the record, you can kiss me anywhere any time, but there is no pressure to do that.” He changed into his hoodie and pants along with socks with foxes on them. He sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. You gave him a keldabe kiss and he added a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

“Will you sleep with me tonight,” you asked quietly. “Just sleep. I don’t like the idea of you being on the couch all the time and me in bed alone when there’s room.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know if I’m a nice person to share a bed with.” 

You suddenly realized that sleeping on the couch might also be a comfort thing for him. He had never done any relationship like this before. 

“What are you worried about, exactly?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just don’t want to take over the bed, or snore loud, or I don’t know. It’s your space.”

“I’d like it to be our space,” you answered.

That night he got into bed with you.  He pulled you into his arms and held you, kissing your forehead and falling asleep almost immediately.  You laid an arm across his middle and it wasn’t long before you were asleep too. 

You woke up in a different position, but he was still cuddled against your back, one arm loosely around you.  You could feel him breathing on your shoulder.  You finally felt warm enough with him there. It was the most relaxed you’d ever felt. He started to stir and gave you a sleepy morning smile when you rolled over and back into his arms.

“This is the best bed,” he said. “Best I ever slept on. And so warm.” He somehow managed to snuggle up closer. You knew your life would never be the same.

Fox moved in, in every way but on flimsi. He still had official quarters since he was required to, but they were pretty bare and only served as a place to hide away and get a few minutes of shut eye when he had to work long into the night.  For whatever reason, it seemed Hound allowed Grizzer to use his bed to take naps when he wasn’t using it.

The routines of life started having more joy in them.  After he’d shower, he loved it when you massaged his scalp and ran your fingers through his hair.  You loved it when he brought home your favorite foods so you didn’t have to bother cooking and cleaning up.

A few years into the relationship and you wondered what life was like before Fox.  You looked at him as he ate breakfast and out of no where wanted to kiss him.  Remembering his “you can kiss me anywhere any time,” you placed a soft kiss on his temple before sitting down next to him.  His face felt a flush of heat as if he had fallen in love all over again.  He grinned and kissed your cheek.

He playfully asked, “Will you walk me to work, my love?”

“Of course,” you replied, “but only if you walk me to work too.”

“That can be arranged,” he answered. “I’m going that way anyway.”

When you got into bed that night, despite all the nights that came before it, he still said, “This is the best place to sleep.” 

“Oh? You still love this mattress. Better than the GAR issue ones, I’m told.”

“That’s not it,” he said, laying next to you with a yawn and resting his forehead on yours. “It’s the best place because it’s with you.”

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

[vodika-vibes]

Hello Vodika!

I don't know if you accept requests, but I would like to make one request. Could I have a request regarding our Commanders (Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, Ponds, Gree, Neyo and Bacara) where they will seen their S/O in 79's dressed in their battalion colors? I wonder how the boys will react to this. 😉😏

I greet you warmly and wish you all the best in your life! ❤

His Colors

Pairings: Commander Cody x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader, Commander Bly x Reader, Commander Neyo x Reader

Word Count: 2041 in total

Warnings: Some suggestive comments and actions

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: hi there! I do always accept requests, so thank you very much for yours! I made the choice to only pick five Commanders of the ones you listed since I felt like it was going to get repetitive (and I don't know Ponds or Gree all that well).

Commander Cody x Reader - Orange at 79s

Cody’s mouth goes dry when he sees her.

She’s clad in a tight dress. It's tight enough that Cody’s not actually sure how she’s breathing, let alone walking. 

And it’s orange.

The same shade of orange that decorates the front of his armor. 

She sees him, and a blinding smile crosses her face, as she waves at him. He watches her say something to her friend, and then she hurries over to him and flings herself into his arms, “Cody!”

“Cyare,” His voice is slightly hoarse, “You look—” He trails off, not having the right words to describe her look.

Her smile brightens, “You like?”

Cody’s hands settle, tightly, on her hips, pulling her flush against him. He’s still dressed in his armor and, for the first time, he wishes he had something a little more casual to wear.

Her smile, somehow, brightens even more. “Good. I bought it for you to enjoy.”

“Yeah?”

She leans in so her painted lips hover over his ear, “My lingerie matches.” She whispers.

Cody is pretty sure that her comment just broke something in his brain, because the only thing he can think of, now, is pale orange lingerie against her pretty skin.

“Why would you tell me that?” He asks, “Now I can’t think of anything else,”

She laughs, and Cody’s heart swells, “Good. Now I’m sure I’ll be able to keep your attention.”

Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader - Grey at the Park

You’re late. You’re very late. 

It’s not your fault that there was an accident right outside your work, and you were stuck waiting for the traffic police to clean up the mess before you could leave.

But you’re still late.

You didn’t even have time to change. You’re still wearing your boring, grey scrubs. You went and bought a very nice outfit for your date with Wolffe.

And now you aren’t even going to be able to wear it.

It’s enough to make you want to cry.

Hopefully, Wolffe will still be waiting for you. He said he would, but you were supposed to meet an hour ago.

You wouldn’t blame him in the slightest for leaving.

You hurry into the park, heading straight for the meeting point. The meeting point is the bench near the fountain, the bench where you met him for the first time.

And he’s still there. A datapad in his hand, his gaze locked on the small device. You slow from your quick walk as you approach him. He really is so handsome.

He must have a sixth sense devoted to noticing people staring at him, though, because he lifts his gaze and meets yours. You watch as his gaze flickers down to your outfit, and you feel a surge of self-consciousness. 

Scrubs aren’t designed to look flattering on anyone, after all.

You nervously smooth your hand down the front of your scrubs as he stands and walks over to you, an unusual smile on his handsome face. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” You start, “I didn’t even have time to go home and change. I bought an outfit that’s more attractive than—”

You stop when his hand presses against your cheek, and he leans in to catch your lips with his.

He breaks the kiss and you stare up at him in confusion. And then you realize that your scrubs are the same color as the grey on his armor.

“You look really good in my colors, cyar’ika.” He murmurs, “How about, instead of going to dinner, we go back to your place, and I show you just how good I think you look.”

And your face burns with flustered embarrassment.

You suppose he likes it.

Commander Fox x GN!Reader - Red in the Senate Archives

Fox sighs as he folds his arms as he scans the archives.

It’s empty. Of course, it is. No one comes to the archives unless they need something.

He impatiently drums his fingers on his vambrace, seriously considering leaving. He has work to do, he shouldn’t have to wait for them to show up to do their job.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m here!” Fox turns when he hears a familiar voice and the, even more, familiar sound of heavy boots on the tiled floor. He’s not able to smother his smile when they come to a stop in front of him.

“You’re late, little bird.” Fox chides, though there’s no heat in his voice as he looks them over. They ran here from the lifts, obviously, there’s sweat on their brow and their short hair is plastered to their forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. The Chancellor needed me to deliver something to Senator Organa,” They gasp out, pressing their hand over their heart. 

“You need to work out more.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

They scowl at him, and then unzip their jacket and toss it over the back of a chair, “I’m in perfect health, thank you.”

Fox’s breath catches in his throat when he sees the shirt that they’re wearing. It’s silky, and sheer in some places. And the same color as his armor.

His little bird is wearing his colors.

Fox steps closer to them, absently tossing his gloves on the table as well, before he lightly catches the hem of the, surprisingly delicate, shirt. “What’s this?” He breathes out.

They turn so they’re facing Fox, “I bought a new shirt at lunchtime.” Their smile becomes playfully innocent, “Do you like it?”

Fox steps closer to them, his free hand sliding to the back of their neck, “Where’s the archivist?”

“Went home. It’s after closing time,” They reply.

Fox hums thoughtfully, and the hand that was lightly gripping the hem of their shirt moves to the topmost button, unfastening it. And then it slowly moves down the front of their shirt.

“Fox—”

“Well, since we’re alone,” Fox murmurs, as he leans in to hover his lips over theirs and slowly continues to unbutton their shirt, “How about you sing me a song, little bird?”

His comment is rewarded with a delighted giggle, and Fox leans in to seal his lips over theirs. 

His little bird wearing red is just not fair, really.

Commander Bly x F!Reader - Yellow at sunset

Bly’s not sure what he did to deserve the attention of someone as amazing as her. Especially since everyone and their cousin seems to think that he has a thing for his general.

Hell, even his girl thought that he had a thing for his general.

It had been a hassle trying to convince her differently. Luckily, General Secura had been more than happy to talk to her. And tell her all about her amazing girlfriend.

In any event, the conversation had been enough that she said yes when Bly asked her out. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Doesn’t mean that he understands why she wants him, of all men. But he’s not going to question it.

“Bly?”

Her voice, soft and musical, causes him to whip his head around, a broad smile already crossing his face.

And there she is.

Standing several feet away from him, her pretty hair pulled into a loose braid over one of her shoulders, her painted lips spread into a warm smile.

And clad in a dress in his colors.

That, and the way that the setting sun paints her in golds and oranges, Bly finds himself at a loss for words. 

Well, not really.

Only his words are all things like, “Marry me,” and “I love you”. Silly little comments like that.

Absently she plays with her braid, “Well, how do I look?” She asks shyly, “I know I don’t usually wear yellow—”

“You could wear a trash bag and still be the most stunning woman on any planet,” Bly says, once he manages to find his tongue.

She giggles, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

If Bly ever has the displeasure of meeting the person who told her that her smile is weird-looking, he’s going to introduce them to his hunting knife. But he quickly shoves the thought to the side so he’s able to hurry to her side.

She smiles up at him as he stops in front of her, “You really like it?”

“I love it. You look amazing in my colors, you should wear them more often.” Bly lightly takes her hand in his and twirls her, pulling a startled laugh from her lips.

“Bly!”

“I just need to see from all angles,” He teases, as he twirls her again, the hem of her skirt flaring out, and twisting around her legs. “Yeah,” Bly breathes out, “You look perfect.”

“Thank you.”

He sets his free hand on her hip, “Dance with me?”

She averts her gaze, shyly. But there’s a smile on her lips as she nods. “As if you have to ask?”

Commander Neyo x F!Reader - Burgundy at the Winery

You smile politely at the sommelier as he approaches you. You offer him Neyo’s name and mention that he should already be here, and the older man smiles kindly, “He’s sitting in the back. Follow me.”

This isn’t your first date with Neyo, you’ve been dating for well over a year at this point, but he’s been deployed for the last six months, and this is your first proper date since the war ended.

As much as you’d like him to move in with you, Neyo refuses. Claiming that you’ve only been dating for six months and that more time is needed to determine if the pair of you are a good fit.

He’s not wrong, of course.

But he’s been your pick since the first day you met him. It’s disheartening to think that he doesn’t feel the same way.

You take a deep breath and smooth the velvety material of your burgundy dress. It’s new, and it might, very well, be the most expensive thing that you own. You had it specially made to match the burgundy of Neyo’s armor.

Hopefully, he’ll like it.

Hopefully, he still likes you.

You see Neyo before he sees you. He’s wearing a dark burgundy button-up shirt and some nice slacks. If you had to guess, the top two buttons probably aren’t buttoned, because that’s the kind of man he is.

He’s nursing a glass of wine.

You feel your heart clench. You really do love him more than life itself. You hope he knows that.

You can tell when Neyo sees you.

While your handsome Commander would never slouch, he was sitting casually. And the moment he sees you, he straightens in his seat. As you approach, you see his gaze dart down your body, and you see his severe mein fade into something more welcoming.

Well, welcoming for him, at least.

Neyo stands as you stop by his table, “Cyare,” He lightly takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. Now that you’re closer you can see just how much he appreciates how you look right now. “You look beautiful,”

You smile at him, all warmth and affection, and you watch as something soft creeps into his gaze, “Well, I wasn’t trying to match with you, but we do make quite a striking pair, I think.”

He chuckles and brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, “Well, we certainly look better than some of the people here,” He agrees, and then his gaze sweeps down your body again, and something like hunger slides into his gaze, “I’ll just have to behave myself until we’re alone.”

You tilt your head, questioningly.

“Ah, cyar’ika,” Heat runs down your spine at the molten way he says his pet name for you, “You’re wearing my colors. You didn’t expect me to not react, did you?”

A small smile lifts your lips, “Well, that’s something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

Neyo’s grin is small and secretive, but he lightly releases your hand and pulls out the chair next to him, “Your chair, cyare.”

“Well, thank you, Commander.” You sink into the seat and have to muffle your giggle as he sweeps your hair off your neck to press a lingering kiss against your neck. Tonight is going to be fun.

[wanderinginksplot]

Commander Fox + Mercenary!Reader

As a mercenary, you travel in and out of Coruscant a lot. You find it more than a little strange that Commander Fox himself always seems to be on the Coruscant Guard team investigating your transport when you come back planetside...

Commander Fox x gn!reader (platonic-ish, with a hint toward future feelings)

Thanks to @nowait-whathappened for the prompt!

Word Count: 3.4k words

Warnings: mentions of weapons, mentions of bodily injuries, implied lack of trust

Masterlist

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“Transport 47816, prepare for boarding.”

The groans that echoed through the transport ship were instant and harsh. None of the familiar faces around you held an expression more pleasant than ‘irritation’, but you were well used to this by now. 

“Why?” Kann bit out harshly. You tried not to roll your eyes, but it was a close thing. As the Lament’s near-constant pilot, Kann knew exactly why you were being boarded just outside of Coruscant’s airspace, but that didn’t mean he was going to make things easy. 

“Transport 47816, you’re returning from a neutral star system. It’s protocol.”

Kann snarled. “Shove the protocol up your-”

“Shut up and let the troopers on the ship,” Skoh ordered. “I don’t have time for you to argue with the whole damn Guard.”

Despite his previous eagerness for a fight, Kann clenched his jaw and nodded. “Dropping shields now.” 

Kann was one of the more reckless members of the Lament, but Nakte Skoh was a force to be reckoned with. When the tall Togruta spoke, every one of the mercenaries on the team listened. Disobeying him was a good way to get killed - sometimes by the enemy and sometimes by Skoh himself. 

The troopers who boarded the transport were wearing the familiar Coruscant Guard colors. You even recognized a few of the patterns and greeted them with a slight nod. You wouldn’t have minded being a little more exuberant, but not among your coworkers. It would be unwise to show too much emotion surrounded by mercenaries. 

“Everyone stand.” Grumbling. “Leave all weapons here. We will be interviewing each of you separately.” More grumbling, even as everyone started to reluctantly comply. 

The trooper issuing instructions was none other than the commander of the Coruscant Guard, Commander Fox. You could recognize him by his visored helmet easily enough, but there was something in his voice. What exactly made his tone was hard to pinpoint, but if pressed, you thought you could pick it out of a crowd. Even if that crowd were made up of other clone troopers. 

So you stood with the others, smoothly pulling your blasters and blades out from their usual places. The pile they made on your empty seat was respectable, the wear on the weapons a mark of your ability to use every one. With a last quick count to make sure none of the other mercenaries decided to take something that wasn’t theirs, you followed everyone to the link between your ship and the Guard’s. 

“Hope they’ll be less stupid about their weapons checks this time,” Yarrex muttered to you. The Kiffar was impatient at the best of times, but she knew her stuff better than most. “Last time, they misaligned the power pack on my rifle. If I hadn’t checked, it would have taken all of us out.”

You nodded fervently, remember how close a call that had been. Yarrex’s rifle had been actively overheating by the time she returned to the transport ship and she had hissed loud curses the whole time she fixed it. You couldn’t blame her - the smell from the flesh of her fingertips burning had lingered in the ship for days. 

There was a Coruscant Guard trooper just inside the larger ship, ushering you to your ultimate destination. “This way, down the hall-”

“-And to the right,” you finished. “I know, I know.”

“Been here a few times?” Yarrax asked over her shoulder. 

You shrugged, glad there was no one else behind you. What you were about to say could easily turn into tales of bad luck, and eventually spiral into you not being hired onto as many jobs. “Every single time I come back to Coruscant.”

“That’s not fair,” one of the trooper protested. 

You aimed a dry look in his direction. “We both know it is, Chase.” 

“I didn’t know they had names,” Kann remarked as he was led to one of the interrogation rooms. 

Yarrax hissed disapprovingly at his back. The trooper stammered, “I- I’m not Chase.”

“Save it,” Skoh advised with a nod in your direction. “That one can smell lies.”

Chase glanced at you, clearly nervous even through the protective cover of his helmet. You gave him a broad smile and went to sit down. 

Chase and the trooper who had directed you to the interrogation area were watching the room. The unfamiliar one had a medic’s cross on one shoulder and you wondered idly whether the Guard was expecting trouble. 

They shouldn’t, honestly. The standard Coruscant Guard procedure was to pull everyone into individual rooms to ask questions about the most recent mission. The Lament had some latitude in the way they conducted business, but everyone made a point of being as vague as possible in their answers. It was an entertaining game you all played when you came back to Coruscant. 

Though, apparently, no one played it as often as you. 

There were two interrogation rooms being used at the moment. The ship had at least a few more, but Lament missions were made up of ten mercenaries by rule - no more, no less. With Kann and another mercenary in the interrogation rooms, there apparently weren’t enough of you to warrant using more rooms. 

Mercenaries weren’t the most lively and talkative bunch, especially not after a long mission. A few of them shut their eyes to catch a few moments of sleep. The lone Nautolan in the Lament, a female named Veng, worked on repairing a tear she had gotten in the shoulder of her shirt. The needle flashing in and out of the ripped halves was mesmerizing, but your attention was caught by Skoh. 

Your leader was watching the room, gaze intent as he studied the mercenaries and the troopers watching you. There was no real tension in him, not even the kind disguised by the specific relaxation he took on when a negotiation was leading toward violence. But he was awake and alert, so you decided that you should be, too. 

Not that there was any reason to, of course. Skoh and Yarrix were the next to disappear into interview rooms as the first two went back to the transport ship. You weren’t among the next two to be called, or the ones after that. When it was only you and Veng left on the Guard ship, the door opened for Khyr to step out. Commander Fox stood in the doorway, sternly announcing that you were next. 

Veng didn’t glance up to see the amused look you gave her, but that was fine. It hadn’t really been for her, anyway. The commander stepped aside for you to enter the interrogation room, then closed the door before following you to the table. 

“Commander Fox,” you greeted with a nod. “How are you? How’s the wife?” 

The commander removed his helmet, all the better for you to see the confusion and exasperation mingling on his handsome face. “The wife.” 

“Or husband,” you amended. “Or partner. Non-specific.”

“I don’t have any of those,” he told you. “Did you get hit on the head during this massacre?”

You rolled your eyes at him, the way you always did when he disparaged your line of work. “Not a massacre. Not this time, at least. We do things other than kill people, you know.” 

“Yeah? What was the objective on this mission?” 

It just so happened that the mission you were returning from had been far more violent than expected, so you stepped neatly around the question. “Anyway, the point is that I see you so often, I feel like I should get to know something about your life. With anyone else, I would know about their partner or children or pets or hobbies. I see you more often than my parents.” 

“That so?” Fox asked, tilting his head to deliver his skeptical expression to best effect.

“Not in the slightest,” you admitted easily. “But it has come to my attention that not every Lament mission gets investigated by the Guard when they return to Coruscant.” 

Fox stiffened slightly. “We do our best to stop every transport, but our team is spread thin…”

“I’m not doubting your work, Commander,” you assured, “just your selection methods. Why is it that my team is always the one to be stopped?” 

“Coincidence.” 

Now, it was your turn to be skeptical. “You’ll have to do better than that, Fox.” 

His eyes widened briefly and you wondered if you had offended him by dropping his title, but he recovered in the next instant. “Are you suggesting that we should be suspicious of you?” 

“No, but you are,” you countered. “Otherwise, why would you always be focused on my missions?” 

“I told you: we aren’t.” 

Despite the way Fox’s teeth were gritted, you pushed on. You had a trump card, and you intended to play it: “Then why are you here? You, specifically? The Head Commander of the Coruscant Guard, investigating a transport full of mercenaries? You have better things to be doing than this. It’s suspicious.”

“I’ve told you, it’s a coincidence.” Fox sounded overly stubborn, even for him. 

You lifted your hands innocently in front of yourself and leaned backward in your chair. “Fine, fine. Total coincidence. Your complete lack of supporting evidence or further arguments has convinced me. Proceed with your interrogation, Commander.” 

He scowled intensely at you, but sat in the chair across from yours and started with the typical round of questions. Name, address, interplanetary work-travel permit number, employer, job title.

When you had answered them all successfully, Fox set his datapad down on the table between you. “Now, tell me about the mission you completed just prior to coming back to Coruscant.” 

“We were on Raydonia,” you answered easily. “We were hired to protect a village.” 

Fox gestured for you to continue when you stopped. “And what were you protecting them from?” 

“They were hit by two unknowns a few weeks ago.” The explanation was a little shaky, but it was the only one you had been given. It was still more than you usually got for a job and you were fine with that, but Fox seemed determined to think you were untrustworthy. “They took some of the most powerful warriors in the village. The village elders were worried some of the surrounding people might take the chance to attack them. They were right.” 

“Were there any casualties?” Fox asked, carefully not looking at you. 

You smiled despite yourself. “No Republic citizens were harmed.”

It was a vague and a polite way of reminding him that he had no jurisdiction over things that happened outside of Republic-controlled planets. Technically speaking, Fox had no jurisdiction over things that happened outside of Coruscant, but you wouldn’t bet on that stopping him. 

“And among your team?” he asked. “No injuries or deaths?”

“Nothing major,” you told him with a shrug. “You can count. I’m sure you noticed all ten of us are here and accounted for.” 

“What about minor injuries?” he pressed. 

You knew better than to shift in your chair, or look away from the easy eye contact you had maintained up to that point. Fox was an expert, and a sharp one at that. The smallest possible tell and he would know everything there was to know. That was what made him dangerous.

“None to speak of.” 

Even your flawless delivery left him looking distinctly skeptical. “Then why are you limping?” 

Despite the surge of frustrated exasperation that rose in you, your lips curved into a smile. “You’re too observant for your own good, Commander.” 

“Which isn’t an answer.” 

That made you chuckle aloud. “No, it wasn’t. But since you’re so insistent on an explanation, I sustained a minor injury on the mission. I treated it promptly and it is well on its way to healing.”

“How were you injured?”

Dimly, you wondered if Fox realized that he had leaned forward slightly under the weight of his own intensity. But only dimly, because most of your attention was drawn to the way he was even more handsome from a shorter distance away. 

“Why?” 

Fox blinked, and it seemed to break the spell he had put himself under. An instant later, he was scowling again - a fairly regular expression for him during these stops. “Because I’m the Head Commander of the Coruscant Guard and I asked you a direct question.” 

“I don’t answer to you,” you reminded him, privately savoring the look of profound irritation blossoming on his face. “Not about missions that take place in independent systems. Even if they result in injuries.”

“Maybe I have cause to believe that you sustained that injury in Republic territory,” Fox proposed. “Maybe I need proof you aren’t lying to me.” 

For a mercenary, you were even-tempered. Remarkably so, in fact. It helped you get along with your more volatile coworkers. But you did have a temper, and when it sparked, you were far from subtle. 

The slam of the chair’s front legs reconnecting with the floor was loud. Fox didn’t jump - he had too much control over himself for that - but his eyes darted to yours in a way that made his surprise evident. Your hands connecting with the top of the table between you was loud, too, the sound specifically and purposefully sharp.

You leaned in toward Fox and the expression on your face was unpleasant enough that he looked concerned. “I like you, Fox. I think you’re a good man doing your best in the galaxy’s worst job. That’s why I’m gonna give you this one warning: I do not appreciate being called a liar.”

“I didn’t-” 

Your gaze was hard as you stared him in the eyes. Fox looked startled as well as concerned by that point. He had never seen you truly pissed before. 

“Yes, you did,” you said firmly. “I will be the first to admit that I exaggerate. I dramatize. I embellish for comedic effect. But I do not lie. I have never lied to you or any of your men, despite what is verging on harassment. I do not intend to lie in the future, and I don’t want to file a harassment charge, but all of that depends on you.”

It was honestly a shock when Fox didn’t take advantage of your pause to speak. It told you that he understood how deadly serious you were. With his attention sharp on you, you told him, “I’m a reasonable person. I am willing to overlook this misstep… once. And that offer is entirely dependent on what you say next.”

“I’m sorry,” Fox said, honesty ringing in the simple words. You waited for more and he obliged: “You’re right, you have never lied to me - to any of us. Not about anything big. It was unfair of me to accuse you of it.” 

“And why did you?” you asked. 

The question felt a little like twisting a blade in an injury, but you needed to know. You needed to know that it wasn’t going to happen again, and if it did, you needed to know enough to anticipate it. Because you had grown to respect Commander Fox, damn it, and it had hit surprisingly hard to have him misjudge your morals so dramatically. 

“I… don’t like the idea of you being injured,” Fox admitted, sounding mystified. You understood, since that explanation left you feeling a little mystified yourself. “I would like to know about your injury if you’ll agree to tell me.”

You watched the commander for another long moment, doing your best to gauge his sincerity. It wasn’t easy - especially since it required you to look past those lovely eyes and flawless bone structure - but you managed. It was one of your most reliable skills, after all. Fox seemed to be telling you the truth.

When you leaned your chair backward again, the tension in the room shattered. You sent him a cryptic half-smile. “You know us mercenaries,” you drawled. “We don’t give away anything for free. You ask your question and I’ll ask mine. A truthful answer for a truthful answer.”

Fox considered it for only a moment before he nodded. “How did you get injured?”

“One of the attacking villagers had better aim than I expected,” you said, smiling wryly. “After I pulled his vibroblade from my calf, I changed my previous opinion.”

“Do you have a bacta patch on it?” Fox asked. “If not, I can get you a fresh one before you go back to your transport.” 

“I already have one, thanks,” you assured him. “And I’m feeling generous, so I’m going to point out the fact that I let you ask two questions. Now it’s my turn.” 

Luckily for Fox, you really were in a good mood again. You only let him dangle in his discomfort for a few moments before you asked your question. “Do you always stop my transport on purpose?” 

“Yes.” 

For all that you had suspected that answer, hearing it directly was shocking. 

Instead of responding immediately, you paused for a moment to take a breath. If Fox was targeting you specifically, you had to believe there was a reason. And since you had already come this far, you may as well find out what that reason was. “Why?”

Fox looked reluctant and faintly uncomfortable. It was the look you imagined most of the troopers got when they were asked to do an unpleasant chore. But, to Fox’s credit, he gave the answer he had promised. 

“You’re not the typical mercenary.” You frowned, already opening your mouth, but he quickly went on. “Not that you don’t have your skills, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on the missions you’re a part of. That is, the Coruscant Guard has. There is a concern among the men that the Lament would leave you behind on a mission or allow an injury to go untreated.”

Well, it was an explanation, but you felt like it left you with more questions than answers. “Nice to know you guys worry about me, but I still don’t understand why you care.”

Fox shrugged, but the casual gesture was belied by the way his eyes were locked with yours. “You look at us like we’re human.” 

You frowned again. 

“And I… admire you,” Fox added quietly. “You have a code and you follow it. Unusual, especially for a mercenary.” 

“Again with the insults about my work.” Despite your heavy sigh, your tone was playful, and you knew he would take it as the tease that it was. “I look forward to seeing you too, Fox. That’s why I haven’t complained about being stopped every time we come back to Coruscant.”

He gave you a disbelieving look and you laughed. “Okay, fine. That’s why I don’t complain too much.”

Fox didn’t immediately reply. Normally, the two of you traded barbs and witty remarks back and forth so quickly that it would make an onlooker’s head spin. But you didn’t feel the need to say anything further and, apparently, neither did he. The room filled with a surprisingly comfortable silence, warm and cozy in a way that durasteel interrogation rooms rarely managed.  

“So you’ve decided against filing harassment charges?” Fox asked at length. 

“I have no intention of it,” you told him. “We made a deal. Guess that’s more evidence of my rare and admirable moral code…”

Fox rolled his eyes and you laughed. Before he could say something sarcastic, you added, “Besides, I think I would miss seeing you guys if you stopped checking up when I return from missions.”

“You would miss us?” You would have accused Fox of fishing for a compliment if he hadn’t sounded so charmingly stunned. 

“Of course,” you told him, narrowly stopping yourself from winking at him. He really was a very attractive man. “But I need to get back to the transport now. They wouldn’t leave without me, but one of the others might get a little grabby with the weapons I left behind. Especially since I have a sharp new vibroblade.”

Fox stood when you did, leading the way to the door with a suspicious look on his face. “This isn’t the vibroblade that…” He finished the question only with a vague gesture toward your injured leg.

“If someone stabs me with a knife, I get to keep it,” you told him seriously. “I believe that is common courtesy.”

“No new weapons on this next mission, then,” Fox said as he stood aside to let you pass. “No risks, no injuries, no killing.”

You shook your head in exasperation, already starting down the hall back to the Lament’s transport. “I’m starting to think you don’t understand what being a mercenary is, Commander.”

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[meshla-cyarika]

Public Menace

Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!reader

Word count: 852

Tags/warnings: none

Summary: Fox suffers the consequences of you being bored while on sick leave.

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"Would you stop with the wriggling?" Fox huffs, looking up from his paperwork for the first time in hours. You shuffle on the couch one more time just to irk him.

You're in his office for some rare downtime and Fox is still forcing himself to concentrate on requisition paperwork for the 104th, claiming that he's falling behind in his work. You've been trying your very hardest to distract him for the past two hours, saying that you want your cyare's company during your sick leave. As much as he loves you, which he has assured you of multiple times, he really has alot of work to be doing.

The wriggling, as Fox has put it, is only 50% on purpose. You were chasing a group of thieves through the Coruscant streets with Thorn, when you had taken a nasty fall while wrestling with a pissed off Devaronian. Looking back on it, you find Thorn stressing and worrying over you rather funny, because both of you know Fox would've killed him if he let you die on his watch.

Initially, Fox was fussing over you so much that it nearly gave you a headache, but after a week he started to mellow out. He knows you can handle yourself and that you've dealt with worse injuries. Jewels, a Coruscant Gaurd medic, had told you that you had just bruised some of your ribs and your shoulders, along with a concussion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you try getting comfortable on a lump ass couch, while suffering from internal bruises." You shoot him a look and he just rolls his eyes at your words, knowing that you're just winding him up.

"If you find it so uncomfortable, why don't you go back to bed?" He says in a much softer tone.

"And leave you here all alone, without any human interaction for the rest of the day?" You arch a brow and he's quick to distract himself by signing off new plastoid for 25% of the 104th instead of meeting your gaze. You know him too well.

"Besides, I've been working on this report for ages." You continue typing away on your datapad.

"The report can wait, you're on leave." Fox says back.

"So can the requisitions." You remark. "May aswell be in a warm, comfortable bed-"

"There's a blanket in the locker, if you're cold." He interrupts you bluntly and you give him a flat look.

Having nothing left to say, silence settles over the room for a few minutes. The thoughts of that blanket are filling your mind. You had brought it for him during the first couple of weeks you were dating, after noticing his habit of sleeping in his office.

A exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you place your datapad on the couch next to you, before painfully bringing yourself to stand. The winces and occasional "ow, fuck" are only partly exaggerated, as you pull out the fluffy red blanket from his locker.

"Urgh, think I'm dying." You mumble quietly, finding a comfortable position on the couch.

"You finished?" Fox arches a brow at you, amused by your attempt at manipulating him to lay with you.

"Everything hurts." You pout at him, tormenting facade finally slipping. Fox gives you a warm smile, standing from his desk to make the few steps to stand by you.

"You're over doing it, sarad." He brings his hands up to hold either side of your face.

"Hurts." Is all you mumble out and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Fox doesn't like seeing you hurt and he knows that you know he doesn't like seeing you hurt because you've gone out of your way to lighten the mood this past week with cheesy jokes.

"Tell me honestly, if I bring my work over here to be with you, are you going to sit still for once?" He tilts your head up to make you meet his eyes. A mischievous smile etches it's way onto your face at his words.

"Of course, I will. What to do you take me for, a public menace?" You arch a brow and he gives you a flat look, before turning away to gather his datapad and documents.

Fox rearranges a few pillows to prop himself up agaisnt, before reclining back agaisnt the armrest. You snuggle up to him with mild discomfort, resting the side of your face agaisnt his chest that's rid of his plastoid for once.

"Love you." You mumble out, eyelids already drooping.

"I gathered." He says back, causing you to pinch him in the side. "Alright! I love you to!" He leans down to place a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Five hours later, Stone barges into Fox's office, about to rave on about Hound putting hair dye in his shampoo. What he finds is rather unexpected. So, you finally wore him down, huh? He totally doesn't steal the datapad that's lax in Fox's hold, take a photo of the pair of you blissfully asleep, forward it to Thire, Thorn and Hound, then sets it as Fox's background.

[clone-anon]

I received a request for something platonic with Fox, Thire, Thorn, and Hound and an artistic padawan!reader, so here goes. Obviously Grizzer is going to be there too.

You usually kept a low profile when you were out of the Jedi temple.  You sat not far from some clones you knew well, but didn’t go over and say hi, hoping you could capture them in the moment.  Thire, Thorn, Hound, and Fox all sat around a table eating lunch and you were tucked away in a chair off in the corner.  You made a quick sketch of them and then filled in some details.  It must be a pretty good day because they were all smiling and joking.  

Somehow, Hound had managed to get Grizzer in here and the massiff sat next to the table waiting for any scraps.  It wasn’t long before you could tell the massiff smelled something, turning around, sniffing in the air.  That something turned out to be you.  Grizzer smiled and bounded toward you.

“Grizzer!” Hound jumped up and followed, assuming his massif was up to no good.  He sighed a little when he saw you, feeling relieved.

“Oh good,” Hound said.  “It’s you. Don’t need to get kicked out of here over an upset stranger.”

You gave Grizzer some good scritches and the massiff snuggled up to you, seemingly looking at your sketch. 

“What’s that,” Hound asked.

“Oh, I umm,” you got a little shy, but he had already seen, so you let him have a better look.

“Hey boys,” he waved to the others. “Get over here. Look at this.”

Thorn, Thire, and Fox all came over and looked at your work.

“You managed to capture each of us,” Thorn said quietly.

“We look like brothers but individuals,” Thire added.

“You made me look less tired,” Fox joked and Thorn bumped his arm with a smirk.

“Look at Grizzer,” Hound said. “Look at that perfect face.  Such a wonderful likeness.”

“Can we have a copy,” Thire asked.

You hadn’t even considered it.  It was just a sketch and unbeknownst to them, you sketch them and their brothers quite a lot.

“Sure,” you said, smiling.

“Do you have any others,” Fox asked.

“Well, yeah,” you admitted.

They waited while you pulled out other sketches and they relived the moments you had captured.

[a-single-tulip]

Tranquility

Pairing: Commander Fox x GN!Reader

Summary: Upon waking up in the early hours of the morning, you can't help but admire your boyfriend Fox, and how beautiful he looks when he's relaxed and sleeping beside you. So beautiful in fact, that you can't help but want to kiss him.

After chickening out though due to not wishing to disturb him, you find that he may not be as deep in sleep as you thought him to be.

Warnings: Ficlet, Established Relationship, Implied sexual content, Early mornings, Sleepy kisses, Fluff

Word Count: 914

A/N: Hello all! Last time I wrote a fic and posted it on here was allllll the way back in May, so here's a little something for you guys that I decided to write!

As usual, I tagged accordingly on AO3, so make sure to read all the tags on there carefully, and if you don't vibe with any of them feel free to skip out on this fic. (Although this one is on the softer side and is only tagged as Mature because of NSFW implications, so minors DNI!)

Tag List: @wizardofrozz, @hetalianskywalker, @techs-feral-wife, @starrylothcat [hmu and lemme know if any of y'all wanna be added to my tag list]

[ever-4sunlight]

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦Headcannon꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

✮Relationship with the genshin hybrids

✮Pairing: gorou, itto, tighnari, yae miko x gn reader

✮Warnings: bad English || pronouns used: none

✮Requests are open<3

𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖

-Relationships with gorou are kinda complicated he is used taking the role of the serious commander so it's hard for him to actually be himself for you

-He will most definitely act all tough and serious around you so you think he's cool!

-If you two are alone he will cuddle up to you and let you scratch behind his ears with his tail wagging like crazy!

-He's not really into telling everyone about your relationship no one has to know... Not even kokomi

-He would most definitely bite you but not to hard! He still possesses some of his animalistic traits so why wouldn't he let them out on you?

-He's the sweetest lover in the world! He is clingy and will do anything for you! But not when he's around people he knows of course he still has to act serious sometimes

-very silly boy that's for sure but probably already made up the future for the two of you<3 how about kids? Maybe just marrying? Either way he will be happy!

𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐

-oh oh oh... You got yourself the greatest oni of all time good luck...

-his and my birthday aren't much apart so i just KNOW he is clingy he definitely is! Every second he gets to he will hold you or have his hands on any place you allow him to

-hes very protective and will glare at everyone who looks at you

-the first person who knows your in a relationship is shinobu... She even knew it before you did. _.

-He's very happy to be with you and will show it in every way he can

-if your comfortable with it he will put you on his shoulders so you can see the world from your lovers shoulders

-when you two are home he will grab you and cuddle with you hours for fucking hours!

-he is very talkative and needs someone who listens to him better if even speaks as much as him!

-will grin at you when you trace the red paint on his body patting your head how adorable you look while doing that

-overall a great boyfriend he would do anything for you

Tighnari

-wow! Congrats you got yourself the fennec fox to fall head over heel for you beware of his endless talking of knowledge

-he's very smart and rant about botanic and everything that happened on duty until your ears start to bleed

-he's a loving partner and will take care of you whenever you feel sick or just bad, just don't eat things you shouldn't eat or he will get annoyed

-will he bite? Not often but you will get a few nibbles here and there when he's bored

-you're one of the very few people he will allow to touch his ears and tail he will get very embarrassed so don't do it in public

-he will definitely help you with everything you have problems with hes very supportive

-he can't stand liers, don't lie to him and you will be fine

-he will definitely not tell cyno! He just knows cyno will make unfunny jokes about it

Yae miko

-you got the the pretty shrine maiden to fall in love with you congrats you got the most teasing kitsune to ever exist!

-she will tease you 24/7 if it's just sliding her hand over your spine to get an reaction or just getting close enough to your face to kiss you just to pull away, yae got every possible trick up her sleeve

-whenever you say something she thinks is something you should shut up about or just something that doesn't make sense she will pat on your head with her book

-she doesn't sleep much but loves to have your head on her lap while her hands are intertwined with your hair (if you got hair)

-she doesn't tell any of the maidens but the way she acts with you gets a bunch of attention and pulls suspicion with it

-she will hum you to sleep and hold you for your comfort

-don't expect her to do what you want she's definitely not the submissive one in this relationship

-she's the best girlfriend someone can have>o<

[yoitsjay]

Congratulations

Fox x gn! Reader

Summary: yay your the new supreme chancellor and everything is happy

Warnings: fuck you Palpatine, die bitch

Word count: 706

“The newly elected supreme chancellor is Sh- Y/n L/n?” The verdict had been announced throughout the senate building and even your eyes had gone wide. The Vice chair was whispering to Palpatine who looked very furious, however the votes were set, and unmodified.

“It is a unanimous vote.” The vice chair stated, and you could hear cheers from all the senators in that room. Your guard moved your platform forward as Palpatine had stepped off the center platform, glaring at you.

You glared right back as you stepped onto the main platform, grabbing hold of the microphone. You cleared your throat before speaking. “Thank you all, for your love and support this election. I didn’t even know I was running.” You joked, looking around before you looked at the vice chair. “First order of business, I want a new vice chair so voting for that can begin today. Second order of business, I am passing a bill to increase clone funding. This war must end and these brave men will be the ones to end it.” You stated, and again more cheers filled the stadium you were in.

You smiled brightly, nodding to yourself. “Oh! I also have evidence to present.” You stated, and pushed the vice chair onto the floating platform with palpatine, whistling for the guard to come surround them both. “I have been given solid evidence that shows that Sheev Palpatine is a separatist leader and Sith Lord, enemy of our Jedi friends. He has orchestrated this war, and ruined many lives to gain power.” You explained, gasps filling the senate building.

The evidence was solid, and now people were shouting in fury towards palpatine as he was dragged off by senate guards. “Sheev Palpatine and all his co conspirators in the Senate will be sentenced to death immediately.” You decreed, stepping on your moving platform as it took you back to the exit of the room.

You let out a breath of relief as you stepped out, many senators shaking your hand, thanking you and congratulating you.

You were taken to your new office, the office of the supreme chancellor. You whistled lowly as you entered, thanking your nat-born guard before sending him off. You walked to the window, watching as the news of palpatine’s execution was spread through coruscant.

Just then you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t expect any guests but opened the door anyway, eyes widening to see none other than Commander Fox. Your boyfriend.

You smile as soon as he takes off his helmet, and you're pulling him into the room and into your arms, hugging him tightly. “He’s gone baby, he won’t ever touch you or your brothers ever again.” You whispered. Fox let out a sound, almost like a whimper as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, holding you so tight like he was afraid if he let you go you’d disappear and he’d wake up in a nightmare.

You eventually pulled yourself away, cupping his face in your hands as you admired him, and the little gray streak in the hair that fell across his forehead. You sighed, pulling him into your embrace once more, pressing hisses to his jaw line.

You pulled away, leading him over to your new desk as you sat him down, allowing him to relax for a minute as you finally answered the com that had been buzzing in your pocket since Fox entered. You set it down on the desk facing you, and answered it. “Supreme Chancellor, congratulations.” Yoda spoke up with a smile, and you chuckled in response. “It is a relief knowing Palpatine can’t hurt another person.” You stated, glancing at Fox for a moment before clearing your throat.

“If possible I would like to have a meeting with the Jedi council to discuss our next steps. But from this moment forward, the Jedi order and the senate will work together as one, however your affairs stay your own after this war.” You stated. Yoda nodded in agreement before ending the transmission.

You sighed, looking at Fox with a grin. “Wanna celebrate?” You asked in a teasing tone, hearing him laugh at your words.

“I’d love nothing else sarad.”

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❍ the 2k event: mingyu + tuxedo

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alternative title: the wolf and the fox

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

genre: spy au, club au, strangers to lovers, sexual tension

word count: 1220

warnings: slightly suggestive themes, illegal business, drugs mention

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If there is one thing about his job that Mingyu despises, it’s going on undercover missions.

Not that he’s not good at it. Oh, no—Mingyu is one of the best, and he knows that, but sometimes he wishes he could have a simple, in-your-face fight with their enemies, rather than having to slink around and don fake smiles and fake personalities and stab people in the back.

“So, who’s the target this time?” Mingyu mutters to himself, smoothing down the lapels of his tuxedo as he eyes the rest of the aristocrats mingling around in the dimly lit room.

His earpiece crackles. “You’ll know them when you see them,” Wonwoo’s smooth voice replies.

Mingyu rolls his eyes, looking around in disgust as the richest people of their nation get high in this illegal drug party he’s infiltrated. “I need more information than that. Come on, I know Seungcheol trusts me, but I can’t find our target with my gut instincts alone.”

“Mingyu.”

“It’s not like I’m a bloody psychic or anything. Am I meant to go round and asking everyone for their names? Because there are a lot of people here. I don’t think I can do it. It might take forever.”

“Mingyu, come on, Cheol already told you. The less you know, the better.”

Mingyu scoffs. “Yeah, and I still don’t get it. How can less information help me on this mission? I don’t get it. Wonwoo, can't you tell me anything? Just one small detail? Pretty please?”

“Alright, just shut up,” Wonwoo says, and Mingyu can hear his eyeroll. He grins triumphantly. “I’ll tell you their name. They’ll introduce themselves as Y/N.”

“Wha— you’re going to give me a name? That’s it?”

“That’s all I’m allowed to give you. Good luck.”

“Y/N?” Mingyu says, lost. But the line has gone dead, and he huffs in annoyance, tapping his earpiece. “Wonwoo, come on, who’s Y/N?”

“That would be me,” a soft voice says from behind him, and it’s a wonder he hears you above the clamour of the club, but there’s something commanding and attention-capturing about your voice that makes him turn.

You’re standing right next to his elbow, having somehow managed to slink up to him undetected where he sits by the bar.

“Y/N,” Mingyu says, and gives you a once-over. Your eyes are bright, smile mysterious and deceptive, but there’s nothing that gives you away as a potential target. But then you smile wider, a brilliant flashing of teeth, almost predatory, and he grins. 

“Were you looking for me?” you ask, voice still deceptively soft, like you’re playing a game that only you know the rules of, and he decides that he’d indeed like to play your game for a while. A long while, in fact. Enough to figure you out, and then some.

He slides off the bar stool, reaching for your hand and brushing his lips against your knuckles. “Mingyu,” he introduces, looking up at you from where he’s still bent over your hand, lips quirking up into a smirk. “And I’d love to have a dance with you.”

And so that’s what you do.

You manoeuvre him into the centre of the floor with ease, and the music is thumping and the lights flash in a brain-aching way, but the two of you sway gently as if it’s the most romantic moment in the world.

Mingyu’s still trying to size you up, trying to identify the threat, trying to see if he’s meant to get you on their side or make an enemy out of you immediately. However, before he can say anything, anything to gauge who you are and what you want, you look down at where his hands rest on your waist, and then back up at him through your lashes.

“I think we’d make a good pair,” you say, flashing that brilliant smile again. “You and I. We’d work together really well.”

He tilts his head to the side, momentarily losing his focus as you lick your lips slowly. As if you want to eat him.

“Would we?” he says after a moment, and your smile widens. “In what way?”

There are a thousand innuendos there, and neither of you are blind to that. He expects some crude joke about positions and bedrooms, as would be customary of the vulgar aristocrats who frequent this place, but you reply with something rather different.

"Well, we will be like a wolf and a fox," you say, smoothing Mingyu’s suit shoulders and tugging at his tie cheekily. 

Hm, Mingyu thinks. Like partners in crime. And he’s not unaware of the way you had said “will”. As if this was something that would happen in the future.

Well. Mingyu certainly wouldn’t be against that.

"Oh? And who will be the wolf and who will be the fox?" Mingyu decides to humour your interesting talkings, allowing you to pull him forward, grinning. 

"Let me think," you hum, a smirk on your face as you fondle the folds of the tie before your eyes trail up to flutter at Mingyu. "I think you'll be the wolf."

Mingyu’s hands wrap more tightly around your waist, chuckling at the small noise of appreciation that leaves your lips. You’re still swaying across the floor, but the loud music has faded from your ears. It’s just the two of you and the electricity crackling in a protective shell around you. "And why is that, my dear fox?"

Your smirk grows. "Well, you're the bumbling one. The large, burly figure, perhaps not the smartest, but by God are you smoking hot." 

Mingyu chuckles, and he’s not even hiding the fact that his gaze is trained on your lips. “Smoking hot, am I?”

"Hmm, maybe," you tease. "And me, well… I’m sly. Smaller, sneakier, and yet still devastatingly beautiful, am I not?"

You lift up a finger to trace Mingyu’s jawline, and he leans even closer, eyes searing. 

"You are a sly one, that's for sure," he murmurs. Your scent is utterly intoxicating. Mingyu closes his eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck. It takes everything in him not to bury his face into your neck, or smash your lips together, or press you even closer against him and never let you go. 

But before he has the chance to do anything at all, you’ve disappeared, and Mingyu is left holding no one, only the faintest scent of your heady perfume being left behind. 

Mingyu opens his eyes, dizzy and disoriented, looking round the hazy club for where you might have gone. He sighs in frustration, stuffing his hands into his pockets and attempting to reach for his phone before finding— 

He huffs, letting out a dry chuckle as he turns out his empty pockets. "A sly fox, alright," he murmurs. "How bold of someone to steal from one of the renowned figures of the spy world," he smiles to himself, dangling your golden necklace from between his fingers, slightly-too-small silver rings adorning his pinkies. 

Y/N is an interesting person, that’s for sure.

Mingyu’s earpiece crackles again.

“Mingyu? Did you find Y/N?”

Mingyu stares off into the distance, where your figure has disappeared, a slight smile on his face. “I did.”

“Good. Because they’re going to be your partner on this next mission.”

“W— my what?!”

[vodika-vibes]

Heyy can you please please please

Do a ,, Ideal types of Wolffe, Rex, Jesse etc…“

Someone already did a bad Batch version but no one did a version of our other husbands that would be so nice

Ideal Types

Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: Uh...this is actually pretty angsty. Sorry.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @stupendoussludgezinerebel-blog

A/N: I wasn't sure how many you wanted, so I went with four. I added Fox because I love him, lol. Also, this might not be, exactly, what you wanted. But I was feeling poetic this morning, and then angst monster smacked me with a baseball bat and yeah. I hope you like it!

Captain Rex x Reader - A pillar. Someone who supports him through everything.

You smile at Rex, soft and warm and gentle as he rests his head on your lap. He’s more asleep than awake at this point, and you lightly trail the pads of your fingers over his short hair, careful to not wake him.

He’s so tired, your perfect Rex. Your handsome Captain.

But here, in the safety of your apartment, enveloped in your soft arms and soft scent, the stress lines on his face ease away, making him look his physical age, rather than much older.

He turns in his slumber, his face pressing against your stomach and his arms slide securely around your waist, clinging to you like a child would cling to a treasured blanket, and your smile softens.

He works so hard, your Rex. Has so much stress and responsibility laid upon his broad and strong shoulders. As if he's stuck bearing the weight of the galaxy.

But, right here, right now, you can bear that weight for him.

"Rest, my love." You whisper, your voice soft enough that he doesn't stir, "I have the watch."

Commander Wolffe x Reader - A lighthouse, someone who is able to light his way home, even in the darkest of times.

"You're tense, Wolffe." Your voice is soft as you slide your hands over his shoulders to wrap him in a hug from behind. "Is everything alright?"

His smile is wry and slightly bitter, and you have your answer.

No. He's not alright. He's not been alright since the day he lost most of his battalion. Since the day his beautiful red armor bled all the color out and turned into the solemn grey of mourning.

It's a wound that still bleeds, you know.

You press a feather light kiss against the back of his neck and tighten your arms around him. You won't pressure him, you won't ask him questions.

For all that the curiosity burns, your love for him burns brighter. And so you hold him, and offer him your unyielding support.

He's lost in a maelstrom of grief and pain. A storm of sorrow buffets him from every angle. And there are no words that can ease his suffering.

And so you offer the only thing you can. Your silent support and your undying love. You'll be here to light his way back to shore, always. Forever.

ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader - A sanctuary, someone where he's allowed to break and shatter, without fear of any consequences.

He's shaking.

Jesse's arms are firm around your, his face pressed against your neck as he lays on top of you...and he's shaking.

Trembling, really. Like a tooka kitten.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and you turn your head to kiss the side of his head. You knew, of course, that this deployment was...bad.

But until this very moment, you had no idea how bad.

You won't ask, though you know he'll tell you if you did.

Even though your heart breaks when you feel his tears against your bare shoulder. And then it shatters when a sob rips from your Jesse's throat.

Even then, you still won't ask. You are his sanctuary, his safe place where he can be just a man, and not the strong soldier that he has to be every other day.

And when he, brokenly, whispers that he's applying for ARC, you just tighten your arms around him.

And you know, know, that this story ends in tragedy. But you'll continue being his safe place until it's not needed anymore.

Commander Fox x Reader - A bulwark, a barrier between him and the rest of the galaxy. Someplace where he can feel safe.

Fox sighs, low and quiet as he looks up at you. He has dark circles under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping again. But that's nothing compared to the angry bruises that you're treating for him.

"I'm sorry," he breathes out, "For being such a burden."

You smile at him, warm and loving, "You could never."

Something like distress slides across his face, "Cyare, I-"

"Shh," You soothe him with a gentle touch of your hand against his cheek, "Whatever it is, darling, it will hold. At least for now."

The distress remains, though it fades as you lovingly apply bacta to another bruise.

He suffers, your Fox. You see it more and more clearly with every passing day. He's losing time, he has growing blank spots in his memory...and it terrifies him.

It terrifies you too.

How long before he's not him anymore? Until he no longer looks at you with love and adoration, but with blank disregard.

You shove the thought to the side firmly. Right here, right now you have your Fox. And you will shield him from the rest of the galaxy, for as long as you can.

That's all you can do for him.

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

hello queen >^< I have a request ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ so you know kirara the best girl she’s a Yokai (?) now how would she react to a mouse yokai reader just imagine what shenanigans they’d get in:DD think Tom and Jerry except one thinks one is about to eat them and one just wants to kidnap the mouse

gn child

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Little Friend

Platonic! Yandere! Kirara x GN! Child! Reader (plus, a tiny bit of Platonic! Mentor! Yae Miko)

Description: Cat is chasing after the mouse, together they cause shenanigans in the shrine, and fox is thinking about the past.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Platonic Yandere.

Reader based on kodama nezumi

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Yae Miko has many duties.

As head of the Grand Narukami Shrine, she must oversee the shrine, and makes sure, that people are getting needed help and not causing troubles.

As owner of the Yae Publishing House, she has to make sure, that writers aren't fooling around, and submit new works in time.

As Eternity's servant and friend, she keeps Ei company, reminding her old friend about the beauty of an ever-changing world.

But, Yae Miko had one more duty.

As an older and wiser youkai, and as youkai, who is to live alongside humanity, she must teach young youkais, how to live near humans.

Today, she has another lesson with one of her current youkai pupils. A child with mouse's ears and tail.

She called them [Y/N], and, right now, they were starting to get late for their lesson.

[Y/N] were a kodama nezumi, a mouse youkai, who could create small firework-like explosions. Their explosions weren't harmful, and were used by kodama nezumis to escape from danger.

Mice youkais were quite rare, even back in the Kitsune Saiguu's days, so, Yae Miko was really surprised, when she found [Y/N] few months ago, when few villagers came to shrine, begging for help. They insisted, that evil spirits start haunting the village, causing loud noises at night. Yae Miko, who had a rare moment of free time, agreed to visit the village. She was sure, that there were no evil spirits, and villagers were simply mistaken some forest animals' noises for ghosts' howling. Yae Miko were waiting for the moment, when she will prove villagers, that they were wrong. Some soft teasing won't hurt them.

However, both sides were wrong.

Kitsune was sure, that kodama nezumis went instinct. And she was quite shocked, when, after she went to investigate, she saw a kid with mouse's ears and tail, who were hiding in a tool shed and were playing with old temari.

After a quick chase (kid were sure, that "foxy wants to eat me", so they tried to escape), Yae Miko managed to convince [Y/N] to trust her. She promised to teach them, how to live with humans.

Ever since then, [Y/N] were visiting Narukami Shrine twice a week.

Yae Miko carefully rubbed her temples. She had an idea, why little mouse youkai were late. And, for the love of Electro Archon, she hopped that she was wrong.

The sounds of people jumping, loud squeaking, happy meowing and shrine maidens' "Lady Yae, they are here again!" crashed kitsune's hope. She made a deep breath and left the shrine building.

She immediatly saw a big, round mouse and a two-tailed cat in a special express delivery running around the Sacred Sakura. 

As usual, Kirara and [Y/N] were causing troubles.

Their meeting was an incident. Kirara was delivering a package to Guuji Yae when Yae Miko had a lesson with [Y/N]. Meeting between nekomata and kodama nezumi, between a cat and a mouse, went as good as you can guess. 

With a loud "Cat!" squeak, [Y/N] transformed into their mouse form and ran off. In a flash, transformed cat Kirara chased after them. After that, Yae Miko herself hurried after the duo, quickly commanding shrine maidens to catch the cat.

It was quite a chase. [Y/N], despite being young, were smart. They managed to trick Kirara into running on the top of the shrine, got tangled in bushes and ran into Kano Nana. After that, both [Y/N] and Kirara were caught and brought back to Yae Miko. Kitsune scold them for their behavior. She also reassured [Y/N], promising, that Kirara won't eat them, and made Kirara promise not to scare the mouse kid.

Yae Miko wasn't sure, if her talk worked.

Kirara was still chasing after [Y/N] from time to time.

[Y/N] still were jumpy around Kirara.

Their chase became famous through all Inazuma. They became so famous, that one of the new authors from publishing house started to write a series of children books about smart mouse being chased by sly cat. 

Meanwhile, [Y/N] and Kirara were running in circles around shrine maidens. Suddenly, mouse [Y/N] climbed on one of the maidens and jumped, landing on Yae Miko's sleeve, while Kirara continue running around the shrine maidens. When nekomata realized, that kodama nezumi were gone, she froze, looking around in shock.

Mouse on Yae's sleeve were squeaking happily, but, after noticing their mentor's gaze, got silent, jumped down and transformed into their human form. Kirara followed their example. The duo looked guilty.

"[Y/N]." softly called Yae Miko. Kid's mouse's ears perked up.

"Yes, Great Guuji Yae?" 

Yae smiles slightly and pointed back to the shrine. 

"Please, go here. Our lesson will start soon, so, get ready."

Kodama nezumi nodded and skipped towards the shrine. Yae Miko turned her attention to Kirara. Her voice became slightly strict.

"Kirara, how many times I asked you not to chase after [Y/N]? You are scaring them."

Nekomata's tails twitched.

"But, Guuji Yae, I just want to help My little friend! But every time I try to offer my help, they refuse or try to change the topic. But I just want to help!"

Yea Miko raised an eyebrow. Kirara elaborated.

"They are a kid, they won't have any way to take care of themselves! And I can take care of them! They can live with me, I will find a cozy box for them, I will feed them. I will be their big sister!" with every word Kirara's eyes shined with some strange emotion. Yae shook her head.

"Kirara, your heart is in a right place. But, please, take it slowly. Don't harass [Y/N], and, maybe, one day, you two will be close friend, and, maybe, [Y/N] will see you as a big sister. But, please, be patient."

With that words, Yae Miko turned around and returned to the shrine. She has a lesson to teach to [Y/N].

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Kirara was on her way to the bottom of Mt. Yougou. She wasn't able to get [Y/N] to her home once again. But, she wasn't sad. As Guuji Yae said, it can be changed in a future.

One day, [Y/N] will live with her. Granny will love them for sure. Kirara will play with [Y/N], will teach them how to read and write. She will buy [Y/N] anything they want! There would be no need for them to go outside.

One day, her little friend will be safe, happy and sound. And right by her side.

[clone-anon]

Can I get something soft for Commander Fox? Like going to a date or just generally roaming around

Absolutely! Fox needs to get out and have some fun. I wasn't sure where this was going, but then the story made its own decision.

Fox stood up right on time, ready to leave. He put up his hands at the troopers who walked through his door.

"No more flimsi. No more datapad." He shuffled past the men who showed up with last minute questions. "We are done for the day. Ask me when I get back."

He made his way to your apartment after putting on his best fatigues. He tried his hardest to mentally set aside work and focus only on you. As soon as you opened the door, he smiled as you kissed his cheek.

"Ready," he asked. You nodded and reached for his hand. Fox took it and gave it a gentle squeeze and kiss.

You wandered around, stopping for dinner at your favorite local spot. The food was always good and the people were friendly. You took your time, sitting close to each other and people watching through a window while eating.

You spent the rest of the evening walking around and window shopping. That is, until you came to one window in particular. You held his hand tight and pulled him into the store.

Fox laughed at your sudden joy and raised an eyebrow at the objects of your fascination. "What even are those?"

Your eyes danced as you touched them. Different animals, all plush. All soft. All round.

"They're called squishmallows," you replied, picking one up and holding it to him. "Feel."

Fox sighed but took the offering. It was soft. It was pleasant to hold and had a cute face. You handed him another one and he held one in each arm. He had to admit there was something appealing about holding them and he loved how much you seemed to love them.

"I'm buying these," you stated, taking two from the shelf and walking up to the counter to pay.

He chuckled and shook his head, placing the ones he held back on the shelf. After you walked out of the store and toward home again, you handed him the one that looked like a bantha.

"Here," you said. "I want you to have this."

Fox looked at you sweetly, held it gently, and replied, "A bantha. Like from your home planet."

"That's right," you said. "And I get the vulptex."

When you got home, you put on a holomovie. You sat down, each now holding your squishmallows and each other. He kissed your temple and held you close. The movie was soon forgotten as you both fell asleep.

[sunshinecherry]

sweet dumb pup … C.BG

… warnings !? puppy!hybrid beomgyu, collar & leash, gyu is tied down, orgasm denial, gyu watches reader masterbate as punishment, pillow humping. 1K WORDS.

… dynamic !? sub puppy!hybrid txt beomgyu x dom 'owner' gn!reader. smut. minors do not interact!

you've been on work calls all morning. since the jarring sound of your alarm woke you out of your peaceful slumber at 6 in the morning. Still half asleep as you ate breakfast, Beomgyu more than happy to pour you a bowl of cereal after seeing he exhaustion in your eyes. He did keep you up quite late the previous night, it's only right for him to act like a gentleman and make you food so early in the morning. "Got work calls until 12, pup. Think you can take care of yourself until then?" he nods. he knows he shouldn't interrupt you while you're working, especially if you're trusting him enough not to lock yourself in the bedroom while you do so. you finish the cereal, thanking Beomgyu with a soft kiss on this forehead and a scratch behind his floppy ears. he follows you to the bedroom, sitting patiently as you get dressed for the day. peeking slightly at you when you pull off your t-shirt and replace it with a fresh blouse. he doesn't understand the need for you to dress in formal clothes at home - you always complain about how uncomfortable they are. "they can see me on the calls, gyu." you always say, "i need to look professional." he doesn't argue with you, just sits and nods until you're done. he always compliments you as you make your way to the sofa, booting up your work laptop. that's usually his cue to find something to occupy himself with.

first, he wanders into your bedroom and sits on the bed. games are always a safe bet when it comes to passing by time. so he plays some games with his friends - a mischievous fox hybrid and a competitive bunny hybrid. then he plays some games alone. soon enough, he gets bored of the games though but when he glances at the time, he frowns. 10:00. beomgyu still had so many hours to kill. he really did try to busy himself enough to not disrupt you. his floppy ears pulled back against his head and his tail low as he approached the sofa, softly whining to get your attention. body coming around to rest his weight on the plush pillows. he's just sat there, is what he tells himself. he won't bother you if he's just sat next to you, maybe he can take a nap. that should pass a lot of time, right? however when he instinctively tries to lay his head on your lap, knocking you and your laptop in the process, he realises that perhaps a nap wasn't the best idea. he hears you huff in annoyance, eyes closing to regulate your reaction. "i'll let you go then, seems like you've got a lot on your hands." there's a chuckle and then a ping indicating the end of the call. Beomgyu sits up, tail thumping against the cushions, ears slightly perked -well, as much as floppy ears can be- and his eyes shining brightly with the thought of yn being done with work.

"Beomgyu." uh oh. that's not good. that's their 'you're in trouble' voice. "it is 9am. i asked you to be good until i'm done with work, didn't i?" he nods. he didn't even realise that he'd gotten in their way so much. his head low, tail no longer moving as he waits to be reprimanded. instead you hastily type something on the laptop, moving it to the side and grabbing the pup by his wrist, dragging him to your bedroom. he's more than confused, lips pressed into a thin line and tail wagging in the hopes of something good. "sit." you command. he sits, right by the bed, where his dog bed lays - unused for months at a time. he obeys, finally getting attention from you. he sits still as your hands make quick work of snapping his collar around his neck. "good. stay." he can smell your frustration as well as your amusement. it's really a difficult thing to hide your true intentions from him - he knows you like the back of his hand. so Beomgyu waits sitting on his bed, getting comfy. yawning. then you're back.

you're holding things in your hand, curious eyes following your figure as you get closer to him. "gonna be good puppy, yeah?" he nods. he doesn't know what you mean until you attach the leash to the collar. tying the other end to the dresser leg behind him. then he sees the vibrator in your hand and gosh, he hopes it's for him. he hopes you punish him with the vibrator against his already leaking dick. except you don't. instead you spread out on the bed, legs spread for him to see and play with yourself. poor puppy knows he's not allowed to touch himself. you told him not to. but he cant help rutting his hips against the pillow in his dog bed. positioning it right under him. then he's moaning, whining, whimpering as he watches you get yourself off. "wan' help, please yn, can be good, will be, s' good, please" and his begging is what finally gets you over the edge. cum seeping into the sheets as you turn the vibrator off.

you fall limp on the bed, breaths ragged, ears straining to hear beomgyu's soft pants. you look over the edge of the bed too see the pretty stain his cum left, seeping through his sweatpants. "naughty boy." you whisper, Beomgyu's head hung low in shame as you get up on wobbly legs. you take his collar off, petting his curly brown hair as you speak softly. "gon' be good now, yeah?" of course he is. he hums in acknowledgment of your statement as you help him up and out of his soiled clothes. you take his hand softly in yours, leading the both of you to the bathroom. you bathe him, sweet puppy boy already exhausted. you had already messaged the last person you were meant to talk to about a 'hybrid emergency' that you were having so you decided to lay down on the bed with Beomgyu. allowing your puppy to take a nap curled up by your side as you stroked his locks, "sweet dumb pup."

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For the first spotlight, meet Jae - @ladysongmaster!!

I love Star Wars. I love writing. When I can combine both of those things, life is good.

Top 3 Clones: Rex, Echo, Fox

Favorite Genre to write: Is everybody lives/nobody dies a genre? If not, it should be. I'm a happy ending kind of gal, so I like my character to be happy in the end.

Featured Story (Author Favorite): Brothers' Keeper (Gen, Commander Fox-centric)

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I'd have to say Brothers' Keeper. It started out as three short stories for Commander Fox Week in 2021, and now it's this huge exploration of the clones' childhood and trauma and how Fox is trying to make things better for his little brothers.

Clone Fic Gift Exchange Works:

Growing Into Love (Hunter x GN!Reader)

Hold You Tonight (Stay Close) (Fox x Fem!Reader)

Sweet Promises (Wrecker x Fem!Reader)

Hold My Hand (I'm Right Here) (Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Other Social Medias:

AO3: LadySongmaster

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Suckday Night Version

Pairing: Emperor!Song Mingi (Ateez) x GN!Kitsune!Reader; Genre: fantasy au, supernatural au, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: being tied, definitely voyerism (poor eunuch), oral (m receiving); Wordcount: 389

Summary: Kitsune had the ability to trap you the second they speak, so Mingi has a unique way to shut you up.

A/N: Last but absolutely not least. I... please.. down bad for him.

“My lord, you need to be careful. They appear like a human being but your advisors guaranteed them to be a kitsune. A demon well versed with their tongue and words. The second they’ll be able to talk to you, they’ll have you wrapped around their finger.”

Mingi sat on his throne and looked down at the being crouching on the floor. He nodded along to the explanation of the eunuch next to him, listening intently to the information his advisors had gathered. 

A smirk played over his lips as a thought popped into his head. “Well versed with their tongue, you say. Gotta make that work.”

He snapped his fingers and held his palm out, waiting for the eunuch to place the rope that was connected to the kitsune in his hand. His long fingers wrapped around the rope and he pulled at it, forcing the demon to crawl up the steps towards his throne. 

You winced slightly when the emperor grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so you would look at him. 

“Show me your true form”, he commanded with his low voice.

The corner of your lips twisted upwards, revealing slightly elongated canines. 

Mingi let go of your head in surprise, watching how a pair of fox ears appeared on your head and nine white tails spread behind you. 

“Is this more to your liking, my lo-” You choked in surprise, blinking away the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes when the emperor pushed two fingers into your mouth. 

Once the initial surprise died down, you started swirling your tongue around his digits. You watched how his expression changed and something dark pooled in his eyes. “You need more than that to shut me up.”

Mingi felt how his cock twitched upon hearing your words, the desire and lust increasing rapidly inside of him. Before he could control his actions, he undid his garments and pulled out his hard dick. At the same time he removed his fingers from your mouth and grabbed your head again - somewhat mindful of your ears.

You grinned and opened your mouth wide, eagerly taking his dick in and sucking on it with pleased moans. You had him exactly where you wanted him and gagging on his dick was simply the cherry on top.

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