#the clone wars fox

[welcometo79s]

I would like a Fox'ikaxReader where we find him in his office drownin' in flimsywork, so we guilt trip him into getting some sleep for us (and anyway, he can't protect everyone if he's not functioning because of sleep deprivation) and go cuddling in his bunk 😇

Sooo much fluff it could be cotton candy, please 🥰

Satellite

❞ let's lock the door behind us, they won't find us, make the whole world wait [...] you can be my whole world, if i can be your satellite. ❝

notes: thank you so much for my first request peggy! it reminded me of the song satellite by nickelback and you inspired me to start including little song references in my titles and posts! hope you like it!

synopsis: it's not uncommon to find marshal commander fox busy with his protocols late at night. however, you feel like he could really use some sleep. (fox x gn!reader, cuddles, fluff)

warnings: none

word count: 2k

You enter his office quietly. The rain was pouring heavily against the windows of the skyscraper in which the Coruscant Guard had its headquarters and you mused that few clones got to enjoy such a view during work. Shielded from the storm outside and able to gaze onto the city at night; the commander was sitting over another patrol report. They were sent to the Chancellor's office daily and your beloved had to do them on top of his usual work. You could tell today was exhausting for him; you knew just by looking at the dark rings under his eyes and the 5 emptied coffee cups on the table. Your eyes scanned the cityscape outside of the window and you thought it was a shame that he was paying it no mind.

Getting their own office was a privilege given only to very few clones. In fact, you weren't even sure whether there was anyone aside from Commander Fox. Despite spending most of his time in there sitting over paperwork, he had decorated the small room to his liking; the walls were painted a deep red like his armor and since Fox and the Chancellor were the only ones with access to the office, the commander had used the opportunity to fill it with all the items he legally shouldn't own.

There were a bunch of books on the shelves; you wondered if he ever even got around to reading them given how busy he was. The desk, aside from the scattered papers, had an orange glass vase on it, filled with the roses you had given Fox a week ago. Several little trinkets, things you couldn't even identify, stood as decoration next to the books. You always knew Fox liked to collect things. Maybe he wasn't even sure what some of them were. If it fell into his hands and he found it interesting enough, he'd often take an item home, even when it was of no real value.

You walked around the desk he was sitting at, the quiet sounds of your footsteps making him notice that someone was in the room with him, but he seemed determined to at least finish the sentence he was writing. He had been working diligently but you could tell that he was tired. You eventually came to a stop at the side of the table.

"Fox."

The Commander glanced up at you, his eyes immediately softening at the sight. He let out a sigh and stretched; eventually rubbing the back of his neck in a tired motion.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing up here?", he asked, setting down the paper he was working on momentarily and shifting in his chair in order to face you properly.

"Visiting you, silly. Don't you think you're overdoing it a little with the whole workaholic thing?", you wondered why he even felt the need to ask why you would want to see him. You chuckled quietly and leaned against the desk, inspecting the papers scattered across it. "I'm sure Chancellor Palpatine doesn't need that report immediately. Even if so, he can wait."

Fox gave you an amused glance. He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to the side. "You act like you've never done overtime before... Don't worry, I can handle it just fine, cyare", he assured you and slightly raised an eyebrow as your gaze slid over the various notes and protocols on the wooden surface.

"Fox...", you let out a sigh and gestured towards the 5 emptied coffee cups on the table as well as the large stack of documents in the 'finished' folder. "That's not one overtime. That's at least 3 overtimes. Plural." You scolded and sent him a worried look. His brown eyes studied your features as they followed your movements and words from behind his dark locks.

Fox huffed at your disapproving tone and rolled his eyes. He looked at the cups with a slight frown before his gaze drifted back to you. "Relax... I'm really not that sleep-deprived", he replied in a somewhat flippant manner, although the yawn that followed his statement as well as the circles under his eyes gave him away very quickly. He ran a hand through his now messy hair and gave you a smirk. "When did you become such a nag, hm?"

"Oh, since I started caring about this very weird Coruscant Guard and his deeply concerning caffeine intake", you took his newest coffee cup from the table, taking a sip and raising your eyebrows at him.

Fox watched as you stole his coffee with a pout adorning his face. In a fruitless attempt, he reached out to get the cup back, but you were faster than he was in his exhausted state. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hey... I was drinking that...", he grumbled and then paused for a moment, sighing as he rubbed his eyes in a tired motion. "I'm fine. I can handle all-nighters, cyare. Stop worrying."

"How many all-nighters has that been in a row now? 5? Or was it 6?", you sighed and decided someone had to stop this man from working himself to death. Sitting down on his lap you remembered all the times you had found him passed out over his work, sleeping soundly as if the paper was the most comfortable pillow in the galaxy.

Fox was slightly startled at your closeness, but he quickly adjusted to the new position. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking up at you with tired eyes.

"It's... it's been 5, but-", he cut himself off at the look you gave him, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "You don't need to worry, I can handle some mild sleep deprivation."

"Okay, I think we might need to have a little talk about what you consider mild", you raised an eyebrow before shaking your head; burying your hands in his hair and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Go to sleep, cyare..."

Fox let out a deep sigh of annoyance at your words, but immediately melted at the feel of your fingers in his hair. A pleased hum escaped his lips and he buried his face in your neck, resting his hands on your hips. "I can't... too much work to do..." Despite his protests, his eyes were already starting to droop closed.

"Yeah, let's see here", you grabbed the report he was working on from the table and started to read the most recent lines he had written. "And then the Coruscant Guard the Coruscant Guard speeder port. Very coherent, I must say."

Fox grumbled against your neck, shaking his head sluggishly. He made a half-hearted attempt to reach for the paper, feeling urged to keep working. Part of him, however, longed to just give up and find salvation in your warm embrace. He pulled you closer into his arms.

"Oh, stop it... give it back..."

"Aw, cyare, you're not even trying now", you chuckled and put the report back on the desk, lifting his chin up so he'd look into your eyes. "You can't work in this condition. I'm tired too. We should go to bed... I want to hold you..."

He had to admit that the idea of finishing the report didn't even come close to the thought of falling asleep in your arms. Fox let out a tired sigh, pouting as you lifted his chin. While he really didn't want to go to bed with unfinished work on his desk, he also felt guilty about keeping you up with him.

"But... what about my work?" He asked, even though he already knew it was pointless to argue with you.

"I doubt the Chancellor will be pleased with a report where he can't understand what you're trying to convey", you cupped his face and gently caressed his cheeks with your thumbs.

Fox leaned into your touch, his eyelids fluttering lightly at the soothing motion. He let out a quiet sigh, a small frown still on his lips. "I... suppose you're right...", he admitted reluctantly, knowing it's pointless to keep fighting it. "I just... don't want to fall behind on my work..."

"Work can wait. You're more important", you whispered and pulled him closer into a hug, your fingers carding through his dark locks.

Fox gave you a soft, happy hum at the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair and he hugged you tighter, resting his head against your shoulder. "You just... you just like distracting me from my work..." He mumbled sleepily, already starting to give in and relax into your embrace.

"A little bit", you admitted with a cheeky grin on your face and pressed a kiss to his temple.

A tired laugh could be heard and Fox rolled his eyes, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. He buried his face into the crook of your neck again. "You're lucky I love you..." He muttered; the sound merely a sleepy mumble muffled against your skin.

"That I am", you smiled confidently and took his hand into yours. "Let's go to bed, cyare."

Fox grumbled a little as you did so, but he let you lead him up regardless. "You're not letting me finish the report?", he yawned as he stood up, refusing to let go of your hand.

"What was your first clue?", you looked at him with an amused expression and lead him over to the couch in the corner. It was a big sofa that could fit two people if need be and this wasn't the first night you had spent here after trying to coax the commander into sleeping.

Fox followed behind you, rolling his eyes despite the smirk on his face. "The fact that you grabbed the paper from me?", he smiled, giving your hand a slight squeeze as he sat down on the soft material.

"Damn, you caught on late", you teased, squeezing back. Fox let out a quiet chuckle before finally letting go of your hand and beginning to take off his armor as you laid down and reached for the blanket, sinking into the sofa. Fox, now in his blacks, laid down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your neck and burying his nose in your cheek. He let out another yawn and nuzzled your skin. His thoughts were still circling around work, despite being so tired.

"Cyare...?", he hesitantly mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "Can you do that thing where you-"

A smile tugged at your lips and your hand was tangled up in his hair before he even finished the sentence, your fingers carding through the stands in a gentle motion. You could feel Fox melt into the embrace and you let out a small chuckle. You knew how weak he was for this and it was one way you could lull him to sleep once he was already safely wrapped in your arms. He let out a satisfied sigh and pressed a lazy kiss to your cheek, his words already slurring from the tiredness. "Thanks cyare..."

You could feel his warm breath on your skin and you kept running your fingers through his hair as the commander was drifting off to sleep. You held him close, shutting your own eyes and leaning your cheek against his head. Not soon after, Fox was sound asleep in your arms and you cupped his cheek with one hand, having the other rest in his back. You pressed one final sleepy kiss to his forehead, before letting yourself enter the land of dreams as well, holding your clone commander as close as possible.

[echos-girlfriend]

Request from my friend.. who was to lazy to do it thru tumblr. 💀 anyways.. here we go!

(Not showing her name cuz she said not too)

As for my favorite super hero it’s…

DOCTOR STRANGE!!

Anyways onto the fic request!

Fox

9- “you rescued me”

Clone x senator reader

Master list

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The meeting was in chaos. The separatists had launched an attack on Coruscant.. the senators that were having a meeting in one of the small office buildings was under attack.

“Cyare!!”

You heard fox’s voice clear as day. You walked through the smoke to his voice. You felt his hands grab yours and pull you from the wreckage.

“Come on! We aren’t out if the woods yet. More droids are coming”

You nodded and he led you along the streets still hand in hand.

“Fox what about the other senators?”

“At lest one is dead and other troopers have gotten the rest to safety.. you’re my top priority right now”

You were still a little woozy from the initial attack.. you had a good sized cut on your arm.

“Fox I can’t see straight.. I think I hit my head when I fell.”

“It’s alright.. just take it easy.”

He took ahold of both your arms and helped keep you steady. You felt tears coming down your cheeks. Fox took off his helmet and let it drop to you the ground.

“Mesh’la. Don’t cry.. you’re safe with me. I won’t let anything happen to you..”

“.. you. You rescued me..”

“Of course I did..”

He put his hands on your cheeks.

“I would protect you with my life”

You pulled him close and cuddled into his chest.. he could be stern and rude, but at times like this he was gentle and kind.

“Come on.. we need to get you back to your apartment.”

“Will you be there with me?”

“Always cyare”

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Just a short one for my friend 💜