#CommanderFoxWeek

[forcesensitivebantha]

fox week 2020- day 4, undercover mission @loving-fox-hours

Fox can have some elaborate get up. as a treat. (city asset)

[briikase-dikut]

Doodled a Commander Fox, grey hairs and all. In my humble opinion, he's got some of the coolest armor in the GAR. (And also the worst job)

Someone please get this man a hug, a mug of hot chocolate, and eight solid hours of sleep

[boba-thot]

Commander Fox week day 7 - tattoos

The last of my Fox week drawings. Each of his tattoos has its own special meaning.

The Fox: …..hes called Fox

The Waves: represents Kamino, the water world

The Red Bars: match his armour, which is probably what most clones think of when they think about how they look

The Eye: the Coruscant Guards have to bee as close to all-seeing as possible

The Sunflowers: theres very little sun on both Kamino and the part of Coruscant the guard barracks are on so the sunflowers are his own kind of sun

The Roses: the clones are never really allowed to be soft or delicate so the roses are a little bit of rebellion to remind Fox that the clones should be able to be whatever they want

@loving-fox-hours

[aislinn-rain]

I'm WAAAY too excited for this. I should be working on my Jedi June prompts, but I'm not....

Commander Fox Week, Day #2; Animal Transformation, a month early!

At least Fox can finally get some sleep!

@loving-fox-hours

[stormlanterns]

I'll definitely color this but time is running so let me post at least one artwork dedicated to @loving-fox-hours Commander Fox week 🦊❤ Day 4 "Scars" and day 7 "Tattoos"

I chose to draw the tattoo & scars prompt in one drawing so have a grumpy and always tired Commander Fox after waking up with his beloved caf (in a cup he got from Wolffe bc I love them a lot as a ship or brotp)

I also included a certain huge chest part here bc @thatfunkyopossum started a real good thing and I love seeing all the beautiful and thirsty Fox artworks and writings xD

Fox design is my own here, I'm used to his grey temples and slightly longer hair too much now so I don't wanna change that anymore. But I'm excited to see so many possible great designs of him here ♡

Spread the Fox love 💕🦊❤

[countessofbiscuit]

Commander Fox Week - Day 6 - “Magic/Phantom Pain”

(or: the one with the meet-cute :3)

- - - - -

They’d been encouraged not to use the public lifts. No need to crowd senators and alarm civilians with their armored presence. Read: clones belonged in the droid shafts.

But it was late, the Dome had emptied, and Fox was dead in his boots. A straight ride down lift one would park him at the speeder lot.

Fox pressed the button. He didn’t even have to wait. The doors opened as if by command—

To a Senate Guard captain.

Tufted and territorial, he squared himself at the sight of Fox like a blue-breasted ibbot, asserting his right—and that of the other occupant, a Pantoran lady—to ride in this plasteel tube unbothered by any clone.

Great. Fox cursed under his helmet and dithered. He’d catch the next one.

A small hand halted the closing doors. The lady. The pretty Pantoran with brilliant golden eyes—the senator with a senatorial datapad—was inviting him in.

“Please, Commander.”

She knew who he was. Well, if not him—Fox—then at least his rank.

Fox floated into the lift, his entire body tingling, as if he’d been released from it and was experiencing but the phantom pain of life.

Then she smiled at him, and his heart escaped too.

- - - - - 

[kaasknot]

Commander Fox Week Day 7: Coma

Teen and Up

Fox/Fives, Rex, Clonecest, angst, Fixit fic

@loving-fox-hours

***

Fox’s bucket fell from nerveless fingers. He walked forward, scarce able to believe his eyes. The bacta tank was crammed into the corner of a narrow medbay—illicit, off-books, likely unlicensed; he’d pay credits he didn’t have that it served one of the local gangs. Maybe several of them. He didn’t care. Right now the whole of his attention was reserved for the clone bobbing gently in off-brand bacta, the hole in his chest livid in the eerie blue light, and the tattooed “5” over his temple proof of life. Fox staggered the last meter and pressed his hands against the transparisteel.

“Fives,” he breathed. He rested his forehead against the tank. “How?”

“General Kenobi knew some people, and they knew some people,” the 501st captain—Rex, his name was Rex—said from behind him. “General Skywalker kept him alive after your shocktroopers cleared out, and we managed to get him into bacta in time.”

Fox stared at the gash across Fives’s chest. The muscle was mostly knitted shut, but the skin was still healing. Who the fuck knew what kind of moonshine bacta cocktail they had him in. He whirled around. “Why isn’t he in a GAR facility!”

Rex stood unmoved. “He tried to assassinate the Chancellor. So I hear.”

That drew Fox up short. He’d said as much to himself over the past week; said it so many times it had almost lost meaning. He’d made the right call; he’d gone over it a dozen times in his head, even checked his helmet footage to make sure he wasn’t rewriting it in his memory, but it stayed the same: Fives had pulled a blaster on them and ignored direct orders to stand down.

Rex was right. No GAR facility would take him, unless it would be for immediate transport to Kamino for reconditioning. Maybe to a penal colony, if they felt generous. If not outright destruction.

He turned back to the tank, his fingers spread wide to try and touch Fives through the glass. “Why didn’t you listen?” he said quietly. 

“Commander, you should probably know. The doc here ran a blood test before they dunked him, and he came up positive for voladizam.”

Fox stared up at Fives’s sleeping face, half-covered by the oxygen mask. “I don’t know it.”

“Apparently they give it to psych patients. Side effects can include paranoia, aggression, and anxiety if the dosing isn’t done right.”

Fox forced himself to look away, frowning at Rex. “Are you saying he was drugged?”

The mutie captain stood at ease, his thumbs tucked in his belt. He watched Fox carefully. “There’s a lot of unanswered questions floating around. Kamino won’t let us look into their files on the biochips. The helmet footage was erased from Fives’s armor; he didn’t do it, I didn’t do it. We were told his aggression and paranoia was caused by the removal of his chip, but then his blood tests positive for psych drugs?” He shook his head, looking past Fox to the body of his trooper bobbing in the tank. “I’m saying I’ve got some suspicions, Commander.” 

Fox turned back to the tank. To Fives. They hadn’t seen each other in over three months, since the last time Fives had been called to CLONINT for a briefing. He’d only been on-planet for a single night; barely enough for Fox to reacquaint himself with the feeling of Fives’s hands on his skin.

And then, a week ago, Fox had been sent to apprehend a rogue ARC trooper, and his world had tilted sideways down the garbage chute.

For now, Fives was sleeping. But eventually, he would wake up. And when he did, Fox had some questions he wanted answered. Questions he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like the answers to.

He bent to pick up his helmet. “Thank you for showing me, Captain,” he said, putting it back on his head. “I believe I have some investigating to do.”

[rogueclonesftw]

Commander Fox Week: Day 3 - Solitude/Cuddles

@loving-fox-hours

Clone Cadet Cuddle Time

Fox liked his solitude. He had literally millions of brothers, all being watched almost every second of every day as they trained. He took his alone time where he could get it and was grateful for the quiet.

If he was lucky he could get five minutes to himself, most days. Today it didn't look like he was lucky.

"Fox'ika!"

Fox sighed heavily. "You know I'm older than you."

"Fox'ika," the brother whined, drawing out all the vowels. It was one of the ones from Wolffe's batch, the ones that were attached at the hip. Usually, he was better at telling them apart, but he couldn't actually see either of them.

It was quite the pile on the floor, honestly, it was kind of impressive. All he could see of the two whiny brats were some legs that Wolffe, disgruntled as ever, was trapped under. He spotted four of the 2220's, Ponds, and Bly. Presumably, his own batchmates were in there somewhere, since it was his floor they'd colonised.

An arm snaked out of the mess and hooked around his ankle, dragging him to the ground. He landed heavily and the brother beneath gave a loud huff as the air was knocked out of him.

"Fox, your elbow is in my spleen," someone groaned, deeply pained.

Fox shifted, shoving whoever he managed to put his hands on until they moved over to make room. Eventually he got comfortable, his head resting on Sonny's shoulder. The blond sighed happily. As soon as he was settled someone kidnapped his legs. Ah, there were his batchmates.

On his other side, Cody looked a little... trapped.

"You good there, Codes?" Fox asked.

"I don't know which of these limbs are mine and I'm too afraid to ask."

"Hmm. Have fun with that," Fox replied, turning his head to fit more comfortably against his brother. He closed his eyes.

Maybe he didn't need his solitude today after all.

[sharkbait-writes]

I’m gonna hold you so close

Fox-Week, day #3 solitude/cuddles

Title from Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur

@loving-fox-hours

Sometimes Fox had these moments where he wasn’t himself.

He would be minding his own business, doing his duty and way more work than he was supposed to do. Until he would get a call. From the chancellor himself, to meet him as fast as possible. Whenever that happens, Fox would go to him immediately, no matter what he was doing before the message, as if moving on autopilot. Nobody really cared too much about seeing him with the chancellor, after all, Fox was the poor commander that was the chancellor’s favourite. It was the reason he always had work and caf was his best friend most of the time.

But it was also one of the last things he remembers doing.

Sometimes he would remember meeting the chancellor and receiving a mission from him. Very rarely he would get glimpses of himself meeting with a contact. When he would remember those things, they’re always very muddled together, getting mixed up the further the memories go, making no sense to Fox most of the times.

After that? Nothing.

It was like a snap. One moment he would be walking to the chancellor’s office, the next he’d somewhere entirely else, but it was always different. Sometimes it was the medbay or his own bed, maybe he ended up where the contact was. Other times it was somewhere like a bar or hotel. Behind a dumpster. One especially memorial time he wasn’t even on Coruscant, but instead on a pirate ship. The way back to the planet was an adventure Fox never would talk about.

Humour aside, it was actually quite disconcerting how Fox had periods of his life that he didn’t remember.

It also didn’t help that it had been happening more and more. And that the time periods vary between hours to weeks. One time he was gone for a month.

Whenever it happens, nobody, not even his closest vode, knew where he was.

Absolutely nobody, except for the chancellor, who always said he’s on a private, sensitive mission, top-secret.

At least he didn’t seem like he was lying, since he always congratulated Fox on a job well done, when they saw each other the next time.

Fox guessed the chancellor was probably doing it, to get him to like him more. But it was actually doing the opposite. If Fox would remember the missions and what he did on them, then maybe. But the fact remained, Fox didn’t remember anything, so the only thing the chancellor did, was to make Fox more and more suspicious of him.

As much as Fox didn’t want to make his vode worry more about him, the entire situation didn’t help. Him missing for hours to days to weeks sometimes, not remembering anything about that time and often getting seriously injured? Yeah, some of his vode were getting quite protective of him, whether he wanted it or not.

Neither his vode nor Fox particularly liked it, but they couldn’t do anything against it, so it still happened.

He would disappear, nobody would hear about him and nobody would know how he was doing, if he was gravely injured or had a vacation. Nobody, not even Fox. Which was really annoying. If he was on vacation, he would very much like to be conscious, thank you very much.

But alas, it had never been a vacation, and nobody knew what was going on or when he was coming back. If he was coming back.

And yet, he always woke up. When and where varies, but he always came back.

Just like now.

Fox opened his eyes and immediately closed them again, blinded by glaringly bright lights.

He was lying on a mattress. While it may be very uncomfortable, it was the kind of uncomfortable that a clone trooper knew. The medbay. The smell helped as well.

It was quiet, no beeping machines or loud people. It was peaceful.

Or at least, it would be, if the person next to him wouldn’t be snoring right into his ear.

But Fox let them. He knew who they were and he knew they need it.

Whenever Fox had one of these episodes, there was always one person he could count on to be there as soon as possible to see him again.

Thorn.

Originally, Thorn and Fox weren’t very close. Fox was older, so they came from different batches and didn’t had a lot of interactions with each other. But then Geonosis had happened; they lost so many brothers and suddenly they were in charge of the Coruscant Guard. It was only them at first, since their numbers and position didn’t get a lot of interest, but then it changed and Stone came a few months later, Thire coming along around a year after the start of the war. Thorn and Fox had a long time to get to know each other, they needed someone who would understand them, to comfort them in their darkest hours of the night. All their batchmates were out there, fighting the real war, and losing their lives because of it. Thorn and Fox were on Coruscant and because of it, were the obvious choice for them both. They saw how the war changed the other person, knew who they were before everything and sometimes were the only ones who could get a glimpse from that former person. War changed people and sometimes it wasn’t the victim that got hurt the worst, but the bystanders, watching everything collapse, not being able to do anything, except that they could, but they wouldn’t be enough and nobody would want their help. It was hard, being Commanders of the Coruscant Guard. Harder than their vode would think.

With the war, Fox changed as well, and nobody saw the transition clearer than Thorn, who took it as his personal mission to get Fox to be a little bit more like he was, when he was younger.

In Fox’ opinion, Thorn cared to much about him. But he didn’t mind the quiet moments between them when they could both let their guards down and just be a little freer.

Back when Fox was younger and the war didn’t start yet, he was quite the cuddler, as his batchmates said. He was the oldest of their batch, so his vode’ika often came him for guidance -a very bad idea, if Fox could say so- no matter how much he actually knew about the subject. Most of the times they just wanted comfort and Fox gave it to them the only way he felt comfortable doing, so hugging it was.

He kept that trait, still hugged the shinies after their first bad missions.

Thorn always liked his hugs, still did.

So, if Fox didn’t give Thorn them, he would get them himself, some way or another.

Which is exactly why he wasn’t surprised one bit, that Thorn was currently wrapped around him, holding him protectively, as if he was shielding him from something. He had always been a little protective of him, the feature only amplified by Fox’ episodes, always thinking of the worst-case scenario, even if he knew Fox could handle himself.

The position they were lying in allowed Fox to hear Thorns heartbeat. The method had always done wonders to calm him down, as long as it was from a person he trusted enough, which wasn’t a lot and the number shrunk further and further.

It also allowed him to smell Thorn. Although it smelled an awful lot like sweat, there was also the undertone of Thorn, which made Fox melt a little in comfort and cuddled closer to him.

Thorn never minded it, approved of it wholeheartedly, after all. Like now, as he subconsciously pulled Fox a little closer, allowing Fox to change the angle of his head and have a better look at Thorns face.

He looked tired, was the first thing Fox realized. His hair tousled, dark eyebags and had a deep frown. Fox would bet his entire alcohol stash on it, that the frown was because of him. Since sleeping in their armour was very uncomfortable, Thorn was only in his blacks, making it possible for Fox to feel his bandaged shoulder through the suite.

Thorn’s face didn’t look interesting, he had the same face as the rest if his vode, after all. But there is that tiny scar under his left ear, that Fox always had to stifle a laugh at. As much as Thorn got embarrassed telling others the story of how he got that scar, it always brought a smile to Fox’ face, which is the only reason he even tells the story.

Turning his head to look at the room, he could see that it was a private one, for only one patient. There were two chairs to the wall furthest away from Fox, obviously been dragged in, and one on the left side, probably the one Thorn used before he changed places to go to sleep next to him. On the right side to him were machines, connected to him through his IV and one was counting his heartbeat.

It was night. The moon, otherwise so hard to see because of the large population’s pollution, was shining proudly, visible to everyone, surrounded by twinkling stars and almost no clouds.

Quite a nice night to wake up to, actually.

At that moment, Thorn moved. He let out a little sad sound, almost a whimper, further into Fox’ longer-than-regulation-but-who-cares-about-it-nobody-important-sees-it-anyway curly hair and tightens his arms around him.

Although Fox was still kind of woozy from just waking up and all the painkillers he was on right now, he knew that Thorn wasn’t having a nice dream and that he should do something about it.

He always did. Never liked seeing his vode’ika in pain or distress. Helped them whenever he could. And this was Thorn. He had always been there for Fox.

Carefully, Fox moved around, so he was face-to-face with Thorn. He cradled Thorns head in his hands and then started drawing on his face. Slowly, at first only caressing the others nose, but then the cheekbones and the others eyebrows.

It helped, like always. Brought the other out of his sleep, not suddenly, but gradually, not making him feel bad about anything afterwards.

Normally he would also clank their foreheads together in a Keldabe kiss, but he was too out of it to move his body any further.

He did, however, had enough strength to run his fingers through the others hair.

Thorn woke up.

His eyes were slow with blinking the sleep away and focusing on him, but once they did, they widened in shock.

Which, yeah -kind of weird. Why should he be shocked to see him when he voluntarily slept next to him?

“Fox?”, it was spoken hesitantly, like it could shatter the could-be-dream Thorn was in. Like he couldn’t believe Fox was lying in front of him, awake.

Honestly, what was going on? Fox was waking up in the medbay, probably after he disappeared once again, body feeling numb. Thorn was there, sleeping next to him, on his bed -and who thought that was okay? That’s his bed. Not Thorns- and was shocked to see him.

Just as Fox was about to question him, the door opened behind him with a very loud creaking noise in an otherwise quiet room.

Stone and Thire walked through.

They both weren’t wearing their whole armour, chest plates and armour on the arms were gone along with their helmets. The moonlight shone on their faces, highlighting their shadows and eyebags. Thire’s hair tousled and both bodies slouching. It makes everyone who as much as glanced at them realize how tired they were.

With how the other three commanders looked like, Fox didn’t want to know how he looked like himself.

When Stone and Thire looked up at the two clones on the bed, however, they immediately stopped in their tracks, their bodies instantly snapping up straight and eyes losing all their tiredness, but their faces draining of any colours. They looked as if they saw ghost.

Now Fox only got more confused.

Turning back to Thorn, and then back to the other two commanders, he realized they were crying.

Looking back to Thorn, he didn’t look all that different.

Fox was now officially freaked out.

But he didn’t have time to question them this time either, as Stone took slow, almost hesitant, steps towards him and rose his hand as if to touch him.

“Fox?”, Stone sounded like he is about to cry, his lips already trembling.

Fox nodded, to scared from their reactions to give a verbal answer.

That was the moment Thire let out a loud sob and rushed to Fox’s side, climbing onto the bed and scrambling into his lap to embrace him with a strong grip, weeping into his neck.

Thorn had to let go of him for it but used it to push a button which raised Fox into a sitting position.

After that, he sat down next to Fox again and looped his arms around the others waist, hooking his chin on the others shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut. Instead of crying, he took in shuddering breaths.

Stone sat down next to Fox on his only free side and encircles his shoulders, pulling him closer to shove his face into Fox’ temple. He, however, let his tears go and was silently crying, the only sign were his shaking shoulders. On the contrary to Thires loud wailing that was so loud it was a wonder nobody had come in to check on them yet.

Fox turned to Thorn.

“What happened?”, Fox’ voice was still weak and he was slightly tumbling over his words, voice breaking on many places in the sentence. Forgetting his mouth was dryer than some forsaken dust ball of a planet, he immediately followed his question with a coughing fit.

That, at least, made Stone and Thire stop a little, both sniffing and drying their eyes, concern for their brother more important than their own emotions at the moment.

Thorn turned around to lift a glass of water with a straw and give it to Fox. Gratefully, he took the offered object and drank a bit. The water running down his sore throat was a divine feeling, making him close his eyes as he did it.

Apparently, he didn’t drink enough water though, as Thorn glared at him when he stopped. Embarrassed, he started drinking again and only stopped once the glass was empty, giving it back to Thorn who placed it on the nightstand again.

Thire was still sitting on his lap but was no longer attached to him like a baby bear to its mother, thank the stars. He loves his vode’ika, but sometimes he could be a little too much for him.

Stone, on the other hand, still had his face mushed into the side of Fox’ head.

“What happened?”, Fox tried again and continued on when nothing happened to his voice, “What’s wrong?”

Stone somehow only got closer to him. Thire squeezed his eyes shut, lips already trembling again and shoved his head under Fox’ chin.

Thorn, however, only looked sad.

“You were away. Again. On a mission. This time for two months. And then, you suddenly turned up. Beaten black and blue, barely able to hold yourself up, burns and cuts everywhere. Bleeding out. You looked dead -we thought you would die. But they put you in a bacta tank. For one week. You were in there for one week, you were in a coma, Fox! We didn’t know when you would wake up, if you ever would!

We were so scared. We thought – we thought we lost you.”

Thorn started out silent and in a monotone voice, focusing on a spot on the wall behind Fox, but soon got louder and staring Fox in the eyes, the look in his own full of sadness, anger and fear. It stays there as he got silent once again, voice breaking on the last sentence. And yet, Thorn didn’t let himself cry.

He never really did.

Fox in turn, didn’t know what to say or do. He knew that they knew that anything like this could happen at any time and had so before. That this was how their life was. The Coruscant Guard might not lose as many vode as their vode on the active battlefield, but that didn’t they weren’t strangers to it. They knew this since they were cadets, constantly drilled into them ever since, and made to not let that hold them up.

Although it was the truth, it still hurt.

Knowing he had to comfort his brother, Fox ran his fingers through his hair again, finally clanked their foreheads together and closed his eyes.

“You can cry, it’s alright, I’m here. I’m alive “, Fox said it like a mantra, shushing and comforting his brother, “After all, somebody has to look after you. I can’t just leave my vode’ika alone, now can I?”

“Please don’t leave us”, Thire whispered, shaking his head from side to side.

Stone let go of Fox a little bit again to look him square in the eyes and mumbled, never had been surer of himself, “if you die, it will break us.”

Feeling a little stupefied by that comment, Fox flinched a little when Thorn murmured“We love you, ori’vod.”

And kriff, sometimes he forgot how easily a few words could make him cry.

Giving his vode’ika a small, but genuine smile through tears, he whispered back, “And I love you. Forever”

Thire returned his head under Fox’ chin, Stone once again hugged him impossibly close and Thorn layed his head on Fox’ shoulder, smiling. Fox continued petting Thorns hair, but hooked an arm around Thires waist and leaned his head against Stone’s.

Fox might be a shebs most of the times, but it was also how he cared and his protective shell, hiding his soft and broken side as often as he could from the sick world.

But every now and then, that side showed through the cracks. Mostly around his vode.

And as his vode cuddled him, he silently gave them each a kiss on their foreheads, while letting his tears go.

Because they needed to know, to see, to feel that he was still alive.

And Fox?

Because every once in a while, he needed the reassurance.

The reassurance that his vode still loved him.

Translations:

vode – siblings; here brother (u know, the clones)

shinies – our baby soldier clones, legit, they’re the youngest in a battalion

vode’ika – younger sibling; here younger brothers (or u know, the younger clones)

ori’vod – older sibling; here older brother (or u know, the older clones)

kriff – an expletive

shebs – backside, rear, buttocks (also rear of buildings); so basically ass

[forcesensitivebantha]

fox week 2020 day 1: dancing @loving-fox-hours

do you have any idea how much sheer strength pointe dancing takes??? freaking blew my mind. Excellent for your core muscles though.

[starcrab6673]

Fox Week: Day 1: mind control

@loving-fox-hours uwu

Fox wakes up warm, wrapped in another person’s limbs. He feels like he’s been sleeping for a while, and his sleep-adled brain is slow on the uptake. The breathing pattern suggests its Kot’ika though, so Fox doesn’t panic. Besides, how often does he get to see Cody? So he hums, nuzzling into his little brother’s chest. When did Cody get in anyway? Fox doesn’t-

Fox doesn’t remember. 

He lurches out of bed, wide awake as he fumbles for his chrono. The screen lights up, showing the date. The 12th of Nelona, Centaxday. 

Shit. 

Fox scrubbed a hand down his face, sighing as he leaned back against his end table. Three whole days. He lost three whole days this time. New record, he jokes internally.  His periods of losing time... His memory blanks have been getting longer and longer, lasting for hours, now days. How much time until it’s weeks? Months? Years?

There’s a rustling from the bed, causing Fox to reach for a blaster that wasn’t there, before Cody’s bleary face peaks over the bed. The younger vod glares at Fox, yawning as he smacks him on the head. “Get back in bed,” Cody huffs, before flopping back down.  It’s practiced eas, the continued hiding of his anxiety and fear, that allows him to stand, ruffle Cody’s hair, and press an affectionate kiss to his little brother’s head. Cody groans, smacking at him again, but Fox just repeats the gesture, cackling as he backs away this time.  He knew he should see a medic about the blackouts... but what was he supposed to do? All that remained after the fact were reports or... things moved that he doesn’t remember moving. And he always knows where things are, it makes it easier for him to do his job.  Glancing at the clock, reveals ten minutes later than he remembers, and now there’s a cup of Caff in his hand. Shit.  Leaning against the counter, he takes a steady breath in, letting it out slowly even as the caff cools. 

“Are you alright?” Cody asks from the doorway, adorably wrapped in the blanket from Fox’s bed. 

What’s he supposed to say? It’s great having you here, but I don’t seem to remember how or when the kriff you got here. Also this isn’t the first time I’ve missed time, and I’m really starting to worry. No, he couldn’t say any of that. Cody needed him, Fox couldn’t rely on his little brother, especially when he needed to be the one who was steady, dependable. 

So he raised his cup to his mouth, ignoring his shaking hands as he responded, “Yes, I’m alright.”

[jate-kara]

in the woods somewhere |  on AO3

Fox remembers the alarm. He doesn't remember the impact. Kenobi's eyes are tinted gold.

Some powers are best left alone.

Trigger warnings: horror, body horror, blood, violence

I crammed the rest of the Commander Fox Week prompts into one fic (animal transformation, solitude, scars, touch-starved, magic, tattoos) and then finished it late. @loving-fox-hours

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He remembers the alarm.

He doesn’t remember the impact.

Slowly, Fox lifts his head. The cabin is twisted, turned over on itself. What used to be the shuttle’s cockpit has been half-sheared from the body of the ship and now dangles precariously from a single straining strand. There’s a choking haze hanging over his vision. He blinks against it, once, again. It stays.

Smoke.

Fox eases himself up on an elbow. His helmet is gone, lost to oblivion. His head throbs, but there’s no shooting pain in his back or legs. His chestplate is intact. He takes a shuddery breath. Good. Still mobile. That’s good. When whatever shot them down comes to finish them off, he’ll be able to do his job. Fight. Protect. Guard.

Guard.

He jolts violently. “General Kenobi,” Fox croaks, clawing at the wall until his hand finds purchase and he can use the hold to pull himself upright. “General Kenobi!”

There’s no answer. Fox mutters a vile curse and begins picking his way through the wreckage. It’s still warm, seething heat. He couldn’t have been out long.

“Kenobi,” Fox calls again. This time, he gets a low cry.

Kenobi is pinned beneath a bulkhead. His hair is plastered to his forehead, slick with sweat and blood. There’s a wild panic in his eyes. He struggles vainly against the oppressive weight.

“Easy, General,” Fox says, and grasps the bulkhead. Kenobi doesn’t have the leverage to dislodge it from his position; Fox can slide it along, inch by struggling inch, until Kenobi is free. As soon as the durasteel sheet separates from his chest, Kenobi crawls out, scrambling desperately for a few feet before the burst of adrenaline dissipates and he’s forced to stop.

He collapses.

Fox casts his gaze across the debris. The shuttle is stocked with medical supplies, but those have been long lost to the chaos and the disarray. There’s nothing to patch Kenobi up with. Fox grits his teeth.

Cody’s going to have his head.

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[boba-thot]

Commander Fox week day 4 - undercover

I've gone too long without a shitpost. So this happened. Based on Homer Simpson and his giant camera hat where he's Definitely Not Spying. @loving-fox-hours

[artsilon]

Guess who forgot Fox Week was July 6th and thought it started today? This dweeb! But whatever, we’ll post it early anyway. This is part of my series A Thousand Painted Teeth, which is... A bit of an odd one.

Mind the Ao3 tags, this one’s angsty. Written for the prompt ‘Mind Control’.

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[countessofbiscuit]

Commander Fox Week - Day 4 - “Scars”

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Days after the crisis, Riyo sat on him, kneading Fox’s naked back like he’d just had the spinal realignment, not her. “This is new?” A featherlight finger circled a spot on his shoulder.

Fox sighed into her bedsheets, hating to remember how only a lightsaber and traumatic fall had saved her from certain death. “Slugthrower,” he mumbled. “Pursuing Bane.”

She flattened herself against him. “You never said.”

“I’d take ten more to catch the shitstain. He almost … you almost—” His voice cracked.

“Shhh.” Riyo kissed his scar. Fox felt little. She kissed his ear. He felt everything at once.

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(thanks to @loving-fox-hours for hosting this week!)

[rogueclonesftw]

Commander Fox Week: Day 1 - Mind Control

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"I thought it was set to stun," Fox said into the darkness. "I know it was. I remember setting it to stun and then I shot him and it wasn't."

The brother at his side said nothing, but then he rarely ever did. He shifted ever so slightly closer to Fox, pressing their shoulders together. The heat was a comfort. Something Fox knew he didn't deserve, but it was zero dark thirty, he hadn't slept properly in almost three years and he was too tired to put up his usual fight.

"I didn't notice losing time until I thought about it. Of course I realised it was later than I thought when it happened, but I assumed I got lost in datawork. You wouldn't believe how much I get." You wouldn't believe how much of it is meant to be the Chancellor's he didn't say. He wasn't tired enough for that, yet. He was tired enough to scrub a hand down his face and let out a brief, dry chuckle. A crack in his otherwise perfect calm.

That earned him a quiet hum.

"But it... it can't be. I have meetings with the Chancellor and I know they happened but I don't remember what they were. I go to his office and then I'm back in mine and everything is... fuzzy." He didn't have any other words to describe it. The fog in his head, the thing that smoothed over the details and reassured him it was nothing important even though he knew that was a lie. "I know the meeting happened but I don't remember what." He shook his head. "I think - I think there's something wrong with me." His voice cracked and he hated himself for such a show of weakness. "And I'm scared."