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simonsrosebud · 8 months ago

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my aftg fox children headcannons (guys be nice to them okay)

Dan & Matt:

They have two boys, Jace and Abram Boyd, one year apart (Abram wasn’t planned hehe) by the time Dan is 32.

Dan/Matt aren’t religious, but they still assign godparents to their kids. Jace’s godparents are Wymack and Abby, Abram’s are Neil and Renee.

At first Neil said no. He didn’t think that responsibility was something he could handle until he eventually got a call from Renee. “I know why you’re calling me” “I figured you would. I warned Matt and Dan that you may not respond in the way they wish, they don’t take it personally,” she’d said. Neil knew it wasn’t personal, but he admitted he also didn’t see the point and couldn’t be cut out for that. “I think you may misunderstand their intentions, may I try to clear it up?” Renee explained that, really, it was only a title, a glorified uncle of sorts, since the boys weren’t getting baptized and they weren’t putting their godparents in their will’s like old tradition did. “It’s a way to showcase the love and trust they have in others; you, me, Coach Wymack and Abby”. “It is an excuse to spoil them rotten,” Andrew had added when he talked to Neil. Renee told Matt to wait a bit, not to push, and a week later when Neil was randomly on the phone w Matt he said “I’ll do it, by the way. The kid thing- The godfather thing.”

Naming Abram was a struggle. They wanted something meaningful since Jace’s middle name was David. It wasn’t until Dan asked Matt what Neil’s middle name was that they got cookin. Neil was in the off season when he was born, so he drove out (accompanied by Andrew) to Atlanta from Columbia and they asked Neil when he got there.

Their backup name was Joshua (aka Josten) in case Neil wasn’t comfortable with Abram. Luckily it only took a few minutes of blue-screening for Neil to shake it off and allow it. Abram was Neil’s one real name, the one thing he’d kept all those years, the thing that made him feel grounded and safe. But Neil was 27. He hadn’t needed the name since he first moved away from PSU at 23 and was alone again. The kid deserved something safe.

ANYWAY. Jace is a certified hetero and goes to University of Miami for college. He grew up playing exy and baseball but once he was a sophomore in high school he quit exy and stuck to baseball all through high school. He’s 5’10.

Abram plays midfielder for soccer and used to play backliner for exy. Abram goes to PSU and rooms with Elliot (Andriel’s adopted kid, just wait it’ll make sense i promise), joins a campus soccer team, then makes the PSU team his sophomore year as a walk on.

Abram is 6’1. Has massive game but doesn’t use it bc he’s kinda oblivious. Very silly and energetic and comes off flirty sometimes when he’s just being nice and goofy. He later attributes it to the fact that he didn’t know he was bisexual until senior year of high school.

Abram fucking fawns over Elliot 3 months into living together bc he realizes he’s kinda in love with him. Never lets it show bc he won’t ruin their friendship and plus they share a room tg. Def foams at the mouth when Elliot comes back sweaty and shirtless from runs. Once Elliot is eating a banana and out of nowhere says “You ever eat a banana and wonder how the fuck girls suck dicks?” in the dining hall and Abram chokes on his drink so bad it comes out of his nose. Horrified.

Neil & Andrew (ik hold on):

Blake (f) and Elliot (m) Nelson.

Andriel had no intention of ever having kids bc no.

However, when Andrew and Neil are 42/43 and living in South Carolina again, Andrew notices that there are footprints in Neil’s garden. Then he sees it again and sees that the footprints continue towards the shed in the backyard. He checks their cameras to see that it’s a young girl coming and going with Neil’s electric bike a few nights a week from 12am-4am. The third time he waits inside the shed and promptly scares the living shit out of her.

QUICK VERSION: Andrew catches Blake sneaking into their backyard shed and borrowing Neil’s electric bike at night a few times a week, lets her use Neil’s old raggedy bike that hasn’t seen the light of day in years, turns a blind eye when she returns it run over, gives her bus money instead, goes back and forth with her for like 1.5 months, points out the bruise & bandages she shows up with one night while he’s sitting outside at 12am (insomnia), doesn’t see her for 2 months, shows up at the 24 hour CVS she works at 3-4 nights a week and sees the bruises on her hand and throat through her turtleneck while she thought no one was looking, threatens to call the police post-shift at 4am and sits with her through a panic attack bc “He’ll- I’m only 15, they’ll make me quit my job and we can’t to afford- and they’ll split us up, and he- Elliot won’t- he can’t- oh my god” and then takes her to his house w consent, briefs Neil bc those kids need to get out of that house but they’re not staying here, Neil who somehow takes it all without a second thought and says “well not forever, but definitely for the night”, takes Blake and Neil (awk first meeting) to Blake’s house and gets Elliot out of the house while their dad is gone (Elliot has a black eye and bruises from rough fingers on his forearm and says dad left in a rampage when he saw u were gone, and i told you that job wasn’t fucking worth it).

Elliot doesn’t trust either of the men after what his sister protected him from and doesn’t know wtf is happening bc he thought Blake had been borrowing her friend’s bike. They stay in Andriel’s guest bedroom for the day, Abby is retired by now but only lives 45 minutes away. Neil takes charge of calling her despite Andrew thinking there’s more pressing matters like kidnapping 2 teenagers. “You didn’t kidnap us, idiot, we came with you” Blake says.

Long story short, the siblings end up staying with them longer than they thought due to lawyers and police and safety.

It becomes kind of a lost and found situation. What was once “while we get legalities figured out” became “until your father’s trial is over”, which stretched into “no way they’re getting sent to XYZ” and “until they can find someone competent enough to handle trainwreck’s, they’re stuck here” and “Dan won’t care if we bring them to Thanksgiving, right?” “Amalia’s been playing exy since she could walk, Kevin, Elliot started a year ago” “Elliot knows Santa isn’t real, right? That stops at, like, 12?” “I’m not teaching her to drive, I’ll get myself killed” “If your mouth gets you kicked out of school, don’t come crying to me” “Addie & Annie keep telling Blake to spend a weekend in Atlanta” “I’m not telling her not to date, she scares me” “Just because your mother wasn’t worse doesn’t mean she was good”

Until one day, two and a half years later, Blake hands Neil an application for adoption, who tilts it towards Andrew, who silently takes it and begins to fill it out.

Blake is 5’0, Elliot is 5’9. Blake is blonde and Elliot has light brown hair, and while they’re not ghostly pale, both of them burn in the sun in .2 seconds.

Elliot does cross country and was training for a 10k when they left their dad so Neil gladly continues that. He’s in awe when he finds out who Andrew and Neil really are, not because he knows their names but bc once he watches their old games it’s like watching gods to him. He’s a true golden retriever which isn’t helped by his ADHD, anxiety and mild dyslexia, which he doesn’t get medicated for until he’s 16.

When Elliot was 13 he almost drowned in a lake bc he was never taught how to swim. When their dad found out he took him back to the lake against his will and kept tossing him in the lake until he kept himself afloat enough to pull himself up onto the dock, nearly coughing up water. It was so traumatic to a young kid that Elliot had a problem with bodies of water after that. Instead of being fine just not going in, he avoids pools or lakes entirely. Beaches are give or take since he can sit far up on the sand.

Elliot watches exy with Neil and feels cool about it; latches onto King instantly and vice versa bc she’s an ESA and his anxiety is through the roof half the time.

Elliot gels very quickly with Jace and Abram when Andriel brings them to Thanksgiving at the Boyd’s house. Once he gets the boys’ numbers they add him and Blake to the groupchat they have with Kateaaron’s, Kevin’s, and Allison’s kids.

Later, when Elliot goes to college at PSU, he and Abram room together. They become even more attached at the hip (impossible) and Elliot becomes infatuated with Abram in a totally normal way that he eventually figures out by spring break is definitely bc he wants to fuck him. But Elliot is chaotic and too anxiety ridden to ever make a move so he bides his time being innocently flirty that comes off as being silly, and doesn’t complain when Abram wraps his arms around him or lets him sleep back to back in Abram’s bed after Elliot has a bad nightmare or can’t turn his brain off at night.

Eventually, sophomore year when they live in a house with 3 other guys, Elliot climbs into Abram’s bed face down after a night out, almost half on top of Abram. They’re literally both so drunk. “You’re in my bed,” Elliot slurs. “S’my bed, babe”. Elliot lifts himself up on his elbow over Abram’s (warm and shirtless) chest. “Who you callin babe?” Abram giggles lowly and Elliot leans down and kisses his cheek, “You can be my babe, babe” he boops Abram’s nose and giggles drunkenly, and his head is dipped low already when he lets his lips lightly press down on Abram’s chin, simply touching, before actually pressing a kiss there after a second. Abram’s hand comes up just as he presses that second kiss down, tangling into Elliot’s hair, and when Elliot pulls his head back up Abram’s grip tightens. Abram tilts his chin up and kisses just beside Elliot’s mouth, pulling him down fully and kissing him deep after the two pause against each other for less than a moment.

Aka, they hardcore make out. We’re talking ass grabbing, lib biting, neck sucking, Elliot straddling Abram, a bit of dry humping, Abram pressing him down into the mattress and moving down to-

Anyway, when they wake up Elliot runs to the bathroom connected to Abram’s room to throw up, and when he notices Abram come to the doorway he says “Dude, you sucked my dick” into the toilet bowl “you’re, like, really good at it, too” immediately wretches again. And it’s probs the hazy hangovers, but Abram says, “Yeah, been wanting to do that for a while” “Thank god, I’ve been dreaming about you doing that since last year… Hey, B?” Abram hums and Elliot doesn’t even lift his face from his arms over the toilet seat before asking “Wanna go out with me?” cue gagging, but luckily Abram splashes his face w water and leans down to just kiss the back of Elliot’s neck “oh that was hot” Elliot mumbles. “Yes, I’ll go out with you” “Thanks… Hey B?” another hum “Can you start the shower and also kill me while you’re at it?” “Whatever you want, babe”

Junior year Abram has to live at Fox Tower but Elliot and the other 3 guys stick together. Except Abram is closer with these guys so he ends up sleeping in Elliot’s bed like 4-5 nights a week. Elliot is an absolute THEIF of clothes too, like if Abram comes over he’s going home without a hoodie.

Elliot calls him B or Bram, most recently babe. Abram calls him baby, El, and sometimes sugar when they’re alone.

Blake is queer too which Neil gets really relieved by because how tf do u give a girl the talk. Turns out Andrew had already done it bluntly and against her will when she first went on a date at 16.

Blake doesn’t go to uni but gets her associates at a community college and Allison somehow gets her an internship with a PR agency, shocking considering her no-filter and sailors mouth.

Aaron & Katelyn:

They have identical twin girls: Annalise and Addison.

The twins are… not planned… they’re 26 and Aaron’s in his last semester of med school while Katelyn is nearing the end of her first year of residency (bc exy players 5th year). Thankfully Aaron had already been matched with the hospital Katelyn was at for his residency.

Aaron gets genuinely terrified when she tells him over the phone like 3 days before he was due to visit. He calls Andrew bc it’s too soon and this isn’t supposed to happen and he doesn’t know how to be a parent when the only one he had was a piece of shit and it’s the first time Andrew hears him audibly diss Tilda without adding “but she was my mom”. Andrew doesn’t say much, but he does say “You had a terrible childhood, yes?” “I mean, yeah” “Good. Don’t replicate it, and maybe yours won’t hate you.” and it’s enough.

All of this is thrown out the window when they find out they’re having twins. Aaron almost faints.

Annalise’s nickname is Annie and sometimes Anna by school friends. She has zero preference between the three options.

Addison rarely gets called her full name other than teachers, gets called Addie.

Andrew calls them both by their full names.

Katelyn has no middle name, so when her and Aaron get married she made Mackenzie her middle name and took Aaron’s surname.

Aaron calls his girls Ad/Addie-baby and Anna-bear.

Addie’s middle name is Mackenzie, Annie’s is Nichola…. you know why🥹

When Katelyn has to full name them she’ll typically yell “Annalise Nick!” and “Mackenzie!”

Aaron didn’t like the nickname Annie bc she’s a redhead and “orphan annie” felt weird bc he and Andrew are orphans. But Katelyn loved the name and it came naturally from others so he got over it.

Addie is bisexual aromantic. Annie is straight.

Addie goes to University of Georgia, and Annie goes to PSU for their really good speech pathology program (the twins are a year older than Jace/Blake and 2 years older than Abram/Elliot so Annie was the first kid to go to PSU).

The twins grew up in Chicago until they were 11, then moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Since they’re close to U Georgia, Addie tells her parents they’re only allowed to visit when she says so she’s not suffocated. Annie is more of a homebody so she not only loves that Dan is at PSU, but would let Kateaaron visit every weekend if they wanted (daddy’s girl).

Allison:

Maybe she gets married maybe she doesn’t, regardless I like to think she doesn’t for a while and ends up adopting a 3 year old named Sabrina.

Sabrina grows up to be a natural honey blonde just like Allison and coincidentally has her same smokey grey eyes.

Queen of nicknames: Sab, Bri, Brina, Briners, Reynolds.

Sabrina never puts a label on her sexuality and is pretty fluid with it, just doesn’t rlly give a fuck.

Grows up in Miami but they go to NYC every winter break and normally 1-2 times every summer. Grew up traveling with Allison but not enough that it affects her childhood.

Goes to NYU. Eventually helps Allison run, design, model for her fashion empire.

Has like a million followers on Instagram, has modeled for Victoria Secret, has been a brand ambassador for Moschino and goes to Paris fashion week w Allison every year once she’s 16.

Since the Foxes go on vacation every summer together, Sabrina grows up very close with the twin girls since they’re the same age. Brina and Addie *experimented* together when they were younger bc they didn’t wanna go to college not knowing anything. Since then, every time they see each other they end up hooking up. They’re very touchy feely with one another, but Brina is kinda like that anyway. Addie only tolerates her and Annie being like that.

They jokingly call their situation “best friends who bone”. Realistically, they’re in a (long distance lol) queerplatonic relationship that just includes sex. Annie secretly thinks Sabrina is aro as well but keeps it to herself bc it doesn’t matter to label it.

Kevin & Thea:

Amalia Day🫶🏼

Youngest of the kids, 3 years younger than Abram/Elliot. They weren’t necessarily concerned with the prospect of kids, so she isn’t born until Kevin is 32 and Thea is 36, not even a full year after she retires due to one too many knee injuries. She goes to Kevin one day after practice and kinda straight up says, “I want a child- No” she cuts him off “I’m 36, I want to be a mother, I want to be a mother with you, and I don’t want to be seventy when she goes off to college” but Kevin just says “She?” “Yes, I’m not bringing another spitting image of Kevin Day into this world”.

Clearly, they do have a girl. Despite Thea’s blunt and sometimes abrasive approach to some things, she takes to being a mother with all the gentle-ness that Kevin remembers of his own, and it’s enough to calm him about being a father (bc we all know Kevin was shitting his pants the whole time).

Amalia is tanner than Kayleigh was, but it’s unnerving how similar she looks to Kayleigh. It makes Wymack a complete pushover for her (though he always says no at first just to say he did).

Amalia grows up playing exy, of course, but also soccer and dance which pains Kevin and Thea reminds him to stfu. Thankfully for him, she’s really fucking good at Exy and gives up dance by the time she’s 8 and soccer by 11.

Plays for the US Teen Exy All Stars team (idk made it up). She plays offensive dealer. Her playing becomes Kevin’s dare I say obsession, but he becomes good (by force of Wymack, Thea, Andrew and surprisingly Jean) at being normal about it- not forcing exy down her throat and pressuring her. It’s good that she’s not a striker living up to Kevin’s legacy.

Amalia makes a Twitter when she’s 16 and it lasts about 3 weeks until Kevin finds out and makes her give him her password to monitor the account. Smart, giving the family’s status and her age, but she acts like it’s the end of the world.

If it wasn’t for Wymack, she would probably be an entitled brat. He keeps her humble along with the other kids.

Terrible fucking driver. Like holy shit.

Thea learned French over the years, so they raise her speaking English and French. As a teen she says she wishes she spoke German instead since Andrew, Aaron, Neil, Nicky, Erik, Annie, Addie, and Blake (eventually) all speak it.

She eventually goes to play for USC Trojans, plays pro, and goes to the Olympics as a 4th year senior in college.

Ages:

Sabrina Reynolds, the twins

Blake/Jace

Elliot/Abram

Amalia

All the kids are one year apart, with Amalia the youngest at 3 years younger than the boys and 5 years younger than Sabrina.

That’s all folks holy shit this was long. Maybe I’ll expand on it soon

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lonewolflupe · 5 months ago

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On Vanilla And Caramel (One-Shot)

This is a request for my friend @peggy7447! I recently fell down the Foxhole myself, so this was an absolute pleasure to write <3 Give this poor man some love, he deserves it!

Summary: when Commander Fox runs into some technical difficulties, you're there to take care of it Rating: Teen and up Tags: words of affirmation, swearing (usage of slang; kark = shit), fluff (kissing), friends to lovers, SFW Words: 2.143 Pairing: Commander Fox x gen!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3

Every time he pressed the button, the sound from the error message seemed to get louder, filling the office with an annoying static noise. It didn't stop him from continuing though. But after several tries, the datapad froze, and the sound from the stacked messages echoed through the room like the whirring of a fried battle droid.

“Kriff,” Fox sighed, his ears buzzing from the penetrating sound. He got up and walked to the door, opened it, and peered around the corner. “Thorn!” he shouted through the guard post without any restraint, resulting in some troopers cowering on the spot.

There was no reply. Fox furrowed his brows in frustration, his mouth pressed in a thin line as the sound from the datapad behind him was still ringing in his ears. He stepped forward, ready to question the present troopers about Thorn's whereabouts, when you emerged from the small canteen adjacent to the guard post.

“Need a hand?” you asked with a casual smile, in a reply to his flustered look; this wasn't the first time you found him in such a state, and if there was anything you could do to ease his mind and lessen his misery, you would.

“What- what are you doing here?” he asked somewhat dazed, but you noticed his demeanour relaxing in an instant. You chuffed in amusement whilst gesturing towards the canteen behind you. “Well, just dropping off some supplies, like usual,” you smiled before walking over to him.

You looked around warily, making sure no one noticed, before taking a small package from your shoulder bag. “I got your favourite caf,” you smirked at him whilst jiggling it in front of his face. He stood still for a moment, his gaze focused on the brown paper bag between your fingers. He inhaled sharply when the earthy scent from its contents reached him.

“You.. You shouldn't have,” he muttered at last, gently taking your wrist to lower the bag, making sure none of the guards had seen it; he wasn't too keen on sharing his favourite caf. He needed the strong blend to keep productive, to stay awake. To cope with the daily grind.

You shot him a genuine smile; you knew how much he appreciated it, even if he didn't share his gratitude explicitly. “Maybe not, but I could, so I did,” you answered as you pressed the bag into his hands and carefully wrapped his fingers around it. Your own fingers lingered on top of his for a bit longer, before you withdrew your hands.

Fox shuffled on his feet for a moment before clearing his throat. “Gonna.. Gonna put this someplace safe, before Grizzer sniffs it out,” he mumbled before turning around and entered his office. His mind probably wasn't on the hospitality of inviting you inside - it never was -, so you took the liberty and strolled behind him anyway.

It was when you made it to the threshold you noticed the agonising sound of the freezing error messages. “Maker, what did you do to that poor datapad?” you shot at him whilst walking over to examine it. Fox grunted and nonchalantly waved his hand at the device. “We do not go well together,” he huffed, granting the datapad a disapproving look.

He seated himself behind his desk, his elbows on top of it. He cupped his head inside his hands and let out a defeated sigh as he let his greying curls slide through his fingers. You picked up the datapad and even though you hated seeing him like this, you couldn't help but shoot him an amused look.

“This.. this is why you needed Thorn?” you asked him, trying to minimise the smile that played on your lips. “Yeah,” he grunted from behind his gloved hands, without looking up to meet your gaze. “So you're telling me the majestic Marshal Commander Fox of the Grand Army of the Republic, head of the esteemed Coruscant Guard, chaperone of senators and confidant of the Chancellor, needs help restarting his datapad?”

You meant the words light-heartedly, a playful way to praise him for the things he had accomplished, but his response felt cold and distant. “I was trained to destroy droids, not to sit behind some desk and do whatever it is I'm doing here.” You swallowed as you glanced at him from over the edge of the datapad in your hands, the silence between you disturbed by the device's noise.

“I can fix this, just give me a sec,” you said softly, before walking over to his side of the desk and seating yourself on its edge. You were able to restart the datapad in an instant by pushing two buttons simultaneously. As soon as the static noise ended, you heard Fox sigh in relief. He sounded beaten and broken, and suddenly, he looked even more tired than before.

You tapped the edge of the datapad as it restarted, suddenly feeling reluctant to continue the conversation in the same joking manner, afraid you would say something that might dampen his spirits any further. You had only meant to help him, not worsen his mood.

“Did you, er- save any of your progress before you received the error messages?” you asked, nearly whispering; as if the low volume of your voice would avoid disturbing his already troubled mind. Fox grunted; it was as close to a ‘no’ you were getting. You sighed, but not loud enough to make him feel any worse about it; you knew how overworked and underappreciated he was. “I'll see what I can salvage,” you tried to ease him, shooting him a quick smile, but his face was still hidden behind his hands.

After another moment of silence, Fox suddenly reappeared from behind his hands, clearing his throat before he glanced at you. The confused look on his face wasn't lost on you. “Wait, wait- go back. Did you just call me ‘majestic’?” You looked up from the datapad, quickly recollecting the conversation. “That was.. a few sentences ago, but yeah, I think I did,” you slowly replied, before continuing: “Would you prefer if I used something else?”

Another hesitant silence, his eyes darting around as he searched for the right words. “Like.. what?” was his eventual reply, and you noticed how the tension on his face lifted. He looked back at you, straight at you, his gaze suddenly determined; and for a moment you lost yourself in his dark, brown eyes. You regained yourself quickly and chuffed amusedly, before placing the datapad at your side. It could wait.

Your palms on top of the desk and your fingers folded around its edge, you slightly bent over, leaning a bit closer towards him. You shot him a playful smirk before you continued. “Magnificent, marvellous, memorable, mindful, modest.. Uhm, perhaps even mysterious?”

For a moment, his gaze lowered, and you thought you noticed his cheeks colour a warmer shade. “Hmm. Not sure what to think of those,” he remarked, but it didn't sound very convincing to you. But you played along anyway; anything to brighten his day.

“I'm sure I can think of some more. What about.. Fabled, fabulous, factual, faithful.. The Formidable Fox,” you cooed as you leaned over a little bit further. You caught the corner of his mouth slightly twitching upward, and you thought you noticed a flicker in his eyes.

He slowly leaned back in his chair as he repeated the words ‘Formidable Fox’ in a mumble. You shook your head in a chuckle and grabbed the datapad again. Now that the mood was lifted, you were ready to continue your interrogation. “Did you keep pressing the button, despite the error messages popping up?” you shot teasingly from behind the device.

The awkward shrug he gave you told you enough. You couldn't help but laugh; a genuine yet amused laugh that let him raise an eyebrow in confusion. “My dear Fox, what did you expect would happen?” He pressed his lips in a thin line, but his eyes were soft, his brows relaxed. “It worked the last few times it occurred,” he replied casually.

He averted his gaze from you, letting it wander over his desk, which was stacked with flimsiwork. “I prefer filling in physical documents anyway,” he sighed, and you knew to him it was just a choice between bad and worse.

You lowered the datapad and granted him a comforting smile. “Doing it digitally will save you a lot of time. Time you could otherwise spend outside this office. Maybe go out for a change, meet some people.” He shot you a sceptical look, as if you were talking kark to him, before responding to your pitch. “I meet people here all the time.”

You shook your head again, bumping your fist playfully against his shoulder piece. “I meant people that aren't your brothers or military prisoners, y’know,” was your witty comeback, the corner of your mouth sliding into a smirk.

There was a moment of silence before he continued, in which he started fidgeting with the corner of some flimsiplast. “I met you here,” he said at last, his eyes on the administrative mess on his desk. Instantly, your smirk shifted into a smile and your eyes turned soft on him. “That is a fact,” you murmured, not sure if you spoke the words out loud.

“I, er- don't see the need in meeting anyone else,” he continued, and it made your heart melt. You would have never imagined this hardened, stubborn and work driven man was able to make you feel lightheaded. “Well, let's meet some more often then,” you were able to shoot back subtly, taking up the datapad again. You made it look like you were busy as you awaited his reply, full of anticipation.

Fox wet his lips before he replied: “Did you just call me ‘dear’?” He was surprisingly confident with his words this time. You, on the other hand, were completely taken by surprise; you were expecting some response, but nothing like this. “D-did I? I sure called you a lot of things just now, I can't quite seem to remember,” you started off flustered, but you were quick to regain yourself.

He chuffed before abruptly leaning forward, towards you, his gaze straight at yours again. And this time, he had no intention of breaking eye contact. “I think that was my favourite of ‘em all.” His voice was low, heavy almost, but vibrant with a crisp edge to it. Just the way he liked his caf. And it was suddenly smooth, so smooth..

“W-was it?” you managed, your eyes blinking as you were lost in his. They were dark and creamy and - everything about him seemed to remind you of caf, or was it the other way round? His lips started moving before his words even made sense to you. “Do you.. care to repeat that one?”

Unknowingly, you started leaning forward, slowly closing the gap between you two. In a whisper, just loud enough for the two of you to hear, you complied: “I do care, my dear Fox.” A shudder went down his spine and he exhaled sharply at your words. “Do you now?” he whispered, moving in even closer.

You could feel his warm breath on your skin by now. He smelled like caf too; an earthy, almost nutty scent that grounded you at the spot. You closed your eyes and parted your lips. Your breath became heavy as your heartbeat rose.

Suddenly, you felt his hand reach for the back of your head, and before you could comprehend what was happening, he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. You freed your hands from the desk, positioning one on the side of his neck as you let the other roam his luscious curls.

He hummed as your lips tenderly touched, as your noses softly brushed, and it made your heart beat faster. The thought that you were able to distract and ease his troubled mind, the idea that you had ignited a spark within him, the feeling that you were a light at the end of his tunnel.

And you couldn't help but let your mind wander; he even tasted like caf. Warm and mellow, with a touch of vanilla. This was definitely your new favourite flavour, and you never wanted to taste anything else again.

When the two of you pulled away slowly, you opened your eyes and noticed a change in his. Whereas they were normally a dark brown tint, you swore they had an amber glow to them now. It reminded you of caramel.

Slowly, your lips curled into a gentle smile. “I can give you all the care in the Galaxy,” you whispered. And that was all he needed that day; words of comfort, to know he mattered and the reassuring thought someone cared about him.

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