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Congratulations on the followers! Please can I request some angsty fluff with Fox and a female reader with this prompt - 24: “Who hurt you?”
Maybe reader got attacked and he found her and tends to her wounds which leads to some feelings being shared? Thanks if you do 😊 I love your work
Medical Feelings 🌊
🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox X Female!Reader
word count: 1.8k
prompts:
• “Who hurt you?”
Plot: After a risky mission that left you injured, Commander Fox helps nurse you back to health.
Warnings: Safe for work, hurt whump, idiots in love, Reader scared of droids momentarily, needle mention, slightly injured reader, minor blood mention.
Authors note: Sorry for the wait 🩵
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“How are you holding up?”
You blink, trying to focus as the voice cuts through the haze in your head. But your vision blurs and swims, the light above stabbing behind your eyes like a viroblade.
“Like someone who’s been hit in the head,” you groan, wincing as you sit up on the medbay cot. The room tilts for a moment and you feel like you may be sick but luckily it settles, and your eyes finally set on the figure perched nearby. Thire.
The mission hadn’t gone as planned. What should have been a straightforward retrieval of intel left you caught in the crossfire. You weren’t a soldier so when the fighting started, you’d been forced to rely on pure luck and very minimal training. Clearly, neither had been enough.
Your memory of the incident was weak as all you could recall was a sharp pain to your head followed by the sight of clankers looming over you before everything went dark.
“You took quite a hit,” Thire says, his voice lighter than the situation warrants as he pulls up a stool to sit beside you.
“I noticed,” you mutter, rubbing gingerly at your temple that felt sticky and as you pull your hand back, a splodge of blood painted your fingertips. A dull ache radiates from where the blow landed, and your entire body feels stiff and battered.
Recovery is going to take a while.
“You know the Commander’s going to want to see you.”
The comment makes you freeze for a beat before you force a painful shrug, hoping to look unaffected. “He’s busy. I doubt he even noticed.”
Thire snickers. “Not too busy for his favourite girl.”
You roll your eyes, already regretting letting him sit down. “Oh don’t start with all that.”
But Thire doesn’t let up, grinning like a loth-cat who’s cornered its prey. “Come on. You’ve seen the way he looks at you. If Fox stares any harder, his visor’s going to fog up.”
“Shut up, Thire,” you grumble, though a reluctant chuckle escapes before you can stop it. The movement makes your ribs ache, and you hiss softly in pain. “And no, I haven’t seen the way he looks at me. It's you lot putting that notion in my head.”
Instantly, Thire’s grin fades, replaced by concern as he notices your pain. “Should I call a med droid?”
“No!” you blurt, a little too quickly. Thire raises a brow, clearly catching on.
“Not a fan of droids, huh?”
You cross your arms, or at least try to; the motion is stiff and awkward. “I’m fine. Really. I don’t need—”
“Who hurt you?”
The sudden voice freezes you mid-sentence. Both you and Thire turn toward the door at the same time, and your heart stops.
Commander Fox. The visor of his helmet glints under the overhead lights as he strides toward you, exuding that no-nonsense authority he’s known for.
Thire shoots you a smug, told-you-so glance before rising to his feet. “This one took a blow to the head, sir. She has a possible concussion.”
Fox’s attention shifts to the datapad in Thire’s hand. “Why wasn’t this reported to me immediately?”
“I figured you had more pressing matters,” Thire replies smoothly, clearly unfazed by the irritation in Fox’s tone.
Fox huffs, the sound sharp and metallic through his helmet’s vocoder. His gaze snaps back to the datapad, scanning the details. “And why hasn’t a med droid been dispatched?”
You groan, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I’m right here, you know. Maybe someone could ask me what I want instead of talking like I’m invisible.”
Both men turn toward you at the same time. Thire’s expression is sheepish, though it doesn’t quite mask the amusement in his eyes. Fox, however, is unreadable as always, his emotions hidden behind the stoic facade of his helmet.
Thire clears his throat, stepping back. “I’ll, uh, leave you with the Commander.” He’s gone before you can protest, disappearing through the door with a suspiciously quick pace.
The silence that follows is thick enough to cut with a vibroblade. Fox stands rigidly near the cot, his arms folded across his chest. You can hear the faint tap of his boot against the durasteel floor as he shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “How are you feeling?”
You shrug, regretting it immediately when the movement sends another sharp ache down your spine. “I’ve been better.”
His head tilts slightly, a gesture that might be concern. “You should’ve reported your injuries sooner.”
“You think I wanted to end up in here?” you counter, the bite in your voice softened by exhaustion.
Fox doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he steps closer, his broad frame almost casting a shadow over you. For a moment, you think he might argue. But his next words surprise you.
“You’re lucky,” he says almost quietly. “It could’ve been worse.”
There’s something in his tone—a rare softness that catches you off guard, even if it is for a moment. You both seem to snap out of whatever the hold that ensnared you both and you close your eyes, leaning back with a soft agreement of his words.
Fox pauses for a moment, then steps away. You crack one eye open, expecting him to be halfway out the door, but to your surprise, he returns moments later with a medical droid trailing behind.
You suddenly sit up straighter, tension rippling through you as the AZI droid glides closer, a stim injector held in one of its arms.
“I’m fine. I don’t need a droid to see me,” you declare quickly, glancing between the droid and Fox with what you hope is a convincing look of confidence. But Fox is already standing there, arms crossed, and his helmet tilts slightly in a way that screams ‘you’re not fine’.
“The patient requires an injection to reduce inflammation and prevent complications,” the droid announces, already grating on your nerves.
Your heart skips as the droid raises the injector, the gleam of the stim making your stomach twist. You instinctively lean back, trying to put more space between you and the advancing machine.
“No. I don’t want it,” you snap, panic slipping into your voice despite your best efforts.
Fox’s gaze shifts to you, then to the droid. He holds up a hand, “Stop.”
The droid halts mid-motion. “Commander, the patient requires—”
“I’ll handle it,” Fox says firmly.
Before you can process what’s happening, he steps forward and plucks the stim from the droid’s arm.
“What are you doing?” you ask apprehensively.
He doesn’t answer immediately, instead inspecting the stim injector with almost practiced ease. “You need this,” he says finally, his tone calm but resolute under the modulator. “If you don’t want the droid to do it, I will.”
Your mouth opens, then closes, words failing you as he pulls a stool closer and sits beside the cot. He’s quiet, efficient, and unbothered by your flustered state as he rolls up the sleeve of your tunic. His gloved fingers brush against your skin, sending a jolt through you that has nothing to do with the injection.
“This will only take a second,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost soothing. “Just relax.”
You nod stiffly, your pulse racing as he steadies your arm. The sharp pinch of the needle is over in a heartbeat, but the warmth of his proximity lingers far longer.
“There. All done.”
You exhale, tension slowly bleeding out of your shoulders. “Thanks,” you murmur, your voice quieter than you intended.
But Fox doesn’t get up. Instead, his gaze shifts to your temple, where the bruising from the blow to your head.
“Let me take a look at that,” he says, leaving no room for argument.
You look at him, eyes wide. “It’s fine—”
“Sit up,” he interrupts, standing and motioning for you to move to the edge of the cot.
Reluctantly, you scoot forward, your legs dangling over the side as he steps closer.
Much closer.
He stands between your knees, his hands are surprisingly gentle as they cradle your face, tilting it slightly so he can get a better look at your wound.
The proximity makes your breath hitch, your heart pounding so loudly you’re begging he can’t hear it. His touch is careful, his thumbs brushing along your jaw as he examines the cut near your temple.
“This should’ve been cleaned properly,” he mutters under his breath “You clones are always too stubborn for your own good.”
“But i’m not a clone,” you mumble, your voice embarrassingly shaky even though his comment amused you.
“No,” he replies, glancing down at you for a moment. “But you’re just as stubborn.”
You open your mouth to retort, but the words die in your throat when he dips his head slightly, focusing on your injury with laser precision behind his visor. His presence is overwhelming, the sharp, clean scent of his armour mixing with something distinctly him.
“This might sting,” he warns, holding up a sterilising wipe.
You barely register the faint sting as he cleans the wound, too distracted by the way his hands move so deliberately, so gently. His thumbs brush against your skin again, steadying your head as he works, and you find yourself leaning into his touch without meaning to.
“There,” he says after a moment, stepping back just enough to toss the used wipe onto the nearby tray. His hands linger on your jaw for a second longer before he finally lets go. “That should help.”
You glance up at him, your cheeks warm, and manage a small, “Thanks.”
He straightens, his imposing frame still far too close. “You need rest,” he says firmly, though his voice is softer than before. “No arguments.”
You nod, swallowing hard. “Got it. Rest. Sure.”
For a moment, neither of you move, the charged silence stretching between you.
For a moment, you don’t think about your actions. Perhaps it was the blow to your head that made you act in a certain way. As he was about to turn and leave, you reach out and grasp his wrist.
He looks back, his helmet adorably titling to the side as you gesture him to come back by pulling his arm. And he does.
“Thank you, Commander. You’ve… you have always been kind to me.”
Then, you lean up and rest your forehead to his, eyes closed. His visor made it a little difficult but you heard his shallow gasp pop through his modulator.
But, he doesn’t move back. He lets it happen and only moves when you finally break away, a soft and nervous smile on your lips.
“Thank you.”
“G-Get some rest.” Then, with a curt nod, Fox finally steps back, his presence still lingering long after he’s gone.
And as you lie back on the cot, staring at the ceiling, you can’t decide what’s more distracting: the ache in your head or the memory of his hands on your skin.
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Listen if i had no clue who ahsoka was and you were to ask me who her jedi master would be based on this image— i would 100% say anakin
Like i’m sorry but it’s blatantly obvious
#she has his flare for the dramatic#they’re icons#jumping off a crashing ship which explodes in the background while posing?#that’s practically general skywalker’s tm#you mean to tell me another master could’ve raised a padawan like this?#besides obiwan#star wars#clone wars#the clone wars#ahsoka tano#anakin skywalker#snips and skyguy#ahsoka
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I don't know what's funniest about this. The fact that Cody is clearly regretting putting Rex in charge, the fact that Rex was like LOL THIS IS GOING TO BE HILARIOUS, or that this is Domino Squad's first meeting with General Skywalker's second-in-command.
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He’s trying to act so casual. His little hand placement
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Maaan pls its not too late to make another clone spinoff show Disney 😭 maybe one with Fox and the Coruscant Guard so we can get some context building up to THAT lifechanging scene (iykyk) bc i love them both 😭
Genuinely still feel like TBB's (and subsequently all clones') stories got cut short. 😭💔❤️🩹❤️🩹🩷
I still feel like there's so much unanswered and a lot more to their stories that could still be explored via animated shows. TCW & TBB will forever be my top fav Star Wars tv series.
The live actions series were great, don't get me wrong; but they ultimately paled in comparison to TBB & TCW in the end.
Nothing will replace the feeling of staying up to watch each new TCW & TBB episode that came out over the years; and then immediately going to friends or online to share thoughts and fanfics, or the amount of general buzz and excitement within the fandom as we experienced new content.
I miss them all so much. 😭😭🫶🩷🎀✨️
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Burying the Dead | Star Wars LoFi
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PART FIVE
Fox, Hound with Grizzer, Old Wolffe with wrong number, Warex, Boil andNuma, Kix with plush Jesse, Aalya and Bly, Jango and Boba with Alphas
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Rex‘s face while tending to Echo </3
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Jedi Antis: The Jedi are too caught up in politics! They have power to change things, they just don't!
Meanwhile, the Jedi:
Every time they argue with a politician, they are shot down.
I wonder what that could mean? That maybe they don't have as much political power as the antis seem to believe? That maybe *gasp* they were meant to be the victims of Palpatine's manipulation the whole time?
[GIFs aren't mine. Credit to @david-talks-sw ]
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When you take the expression “empty your mind” too literally
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I'm just gonna leave this here 🤗
"Do you think it hurt?" The question had been eating Wolffe alive, ever since he had deserted the Empire and realised what he did.
Rex turned to him, "Did what hurt, Wolffe?"
"The general..." Wolffe couldn't bring himself to say anymore, as he felt the bitter bile stir in his stomach.
"No," Rex tried to sound reassuring, tried to sound like everything will be alright when it ultimately won't and will never be, "I think it was quick, painless."
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Hi just a very very passionate reminder at how criminally underrated this boy is
LIKE SHOW MY BOY SOME RESPECT PLS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE DOESNT GET NEARLY ENOUGH RECOGNITION THAT HE DESERVES
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Lego Star Wars makes me so happy.
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