#poor Fox

[sebfreak]

I heard everything. I never thought you would betray me as well. I´m ashamed of how poor a judge of character I am. I´m disappointed in you, Cole!

[clonemando]

A Kiss a Day in May

Day 22- Neck Kisses

Waxer/Boil

Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.

Boil lifted Waxer enough he was able to shove aside the datapads and sit on the desk, a few of them clattering to the ground as they continued to kiss. Finally pulling away, he started kissing along Waxer's jaw then down to his neck glad he'd already stripped away the top half of his thermals to reach the skin there.

The sound of the door he was certain he locked being opened behind him caused him to freeze though Waxer's sudden giggles and the sound of pain told him who it was.

"Why is it always my office?!" Fox despaired.

[one-real-imonkey]

Please consider post battle with Palpatine and victory, Fox in a med bay with Wolffe, Cody, Rex and Bly on one side taking turns holding his hand and they’re all begging for him to hold on.

On the other side Ponds stands, clinging to Foxs hand and begging just as much, hating the way Fox’s hand becomes heavier and more solid in his again and again as the healers battle to save him.

Fox drifts in and out occasionally, but all 5 of his vode are here. He’s too out of it to remember he only has 4 batchmates left…

[mrsfeiix]

Commander Fox doesn’t understand why there are letters in math

[thewizardsarcasm]

Poor Fox...

[ladyanidala]

Hi, I watched the Boba Fett arc where Ponds was killed, and it gave me feelings :')

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Clone Wars Headcanon: There is no freedom from the actions you took

So what if the same day that Fox shot Fives was the same day that Thorn left for Scipio?

He knows how it ended - he lived through both of it but then, he goes back in the past to that same day

And he knows that Fives will end up shot and Thorn leaving

But he tries to change it

He tries to go against it

But the chip forces him through the action of shooting Fives

So here Fox is - forced to shoot Fives and then come back to the office, only for Thorn to leave

And you know how some people think two things correlate together through bias? This is Fox

Fox thinks that if he can prevent Fives’ death, Thorn won’t leave and die and so he does everything he can to stop Fives from dying

I just want a fic that has Fox in this time loop, trying to succeed in saving Fives

And when he finally does save Fives, the time loop breaks … but Thorn still leaves at the end of the day

And Fox knows in the end that those two events had no correlation and he spent so much time trying to save Fives thinking it would save Thorn

And idk it makes you wonder right? What would he have done to stop Thorn’s death? Would he still save Fives?

Just an idea for a fic

[nonamelifeisboring]

me: yes, my favorite clone in ff is Fox! he’s just so cool and i really like stories focused on him, the interworking of the Guard and their relationship with GAR! 

me: ...o shit

[vodika-vibes]

Cody & Wolffe are the best wingmen for Fox & PA 👌

They really are, though. And it's only partly because they love teasing Fox so much.

Fox chokes on his drink when he sees you slide through the crowd at 79s and slide into the open seat between Cody and Wolffe. "Why are you here?" He asks, flickering a suspicious glare at his brothers. "I was invited," You chirp, "I even got to wear a new outfit! D'ya like it?" Fox glances at your outfit, and something sour flickers across his face, "Are you wearing leather shorts?" "Yup~" "Don't be such a stick in the mud, vod." Cody says with a gleeful grin, "I think they look lovely. Plus, I invited Yuu." He grins at you, "Did you remember to wear your dancing boots?" "Of course!" "Great!" Cody gets to his feet, and he pulls you back to your feet and he drags you to the dance floor, a shit eating grin on his face. And Fox...well...his grip tightens around his bottle as he watches Cody pull you close and settle his hand on your lower back. "I didn't realize that Cody and Yuu were close." He bites out. "Hm...oh, they're not." Wolffe replies with a sly smile, "But they're cute, and Cody's a sucker for cute." His sly smile grows, "Jealous, baby brother?" "Yuu can do what they like." "Don't you mean who they like, vod?" Rex, who has been silently sipping his drink, corrects quietly. And he's rewarded with Fox stiffening in his seat. Fox's gaze remains locked on Yuu, who just threw their head back and laughed at something Cody said, and he has to release his bottle as his grip tightens even more. "You know, for someone who isn't jealous, you sure are staring really hard." Wolffe notes. "I'm not jealous." "Great! Then you won't mind if I get the second dance." Fox pins his glower at his twin brother, and Wolffe just grins at him in return, "And then Rex can have the one after that. And I'm sure we can grab a few vod from different battalions to give Yuu a night to remember. They work so hard after all." "Everyone except me," Fox says flatly. "Well, you're not jealous. Right?" Wolffe prods, "Because if you were, then we'd definitely add you to the dance queue. Maybe even remove the queue entirely so you can dance with Yuu." "I'm not jealous." Fox says bluntly, though his gaze drifts back to the dance floor and he tenses at the way that Cody is holding their hip. "Then it's not a problem." Wolffe says easily, "Is it?"

[vytels]

Reposting this with grammar and spelling fixed because it was bothering me. For context, this was posted based on an incorrect quote post. The original post is linked here.

Just needed to write a little something based on this that made my brain go wirrr

TW: self-depreciation, thoughts about death/suicide, overall general horrible feelings…. Basically, Fox NOT having a good time… Also, typos, cause I’m writing this at the ass crack of night and I’m supposed to be SLEEPING

Sloshes of cocktails and condensation fell to the floor, beers clinked together in toasts and cheers, but yet, it wasn’t as busy at 79’s as it usually was. Parties of clones crowded together in respected booths, a few stragglers slipping onto the dance floor to get a feel for a pretty lady or man. The music buzzed between them and the lights clung brightly to the walls, unimpeded by bodies or howling voices.

Fox didn’t care for 79’s much anyway. Besides the rapid amount of headaches and groans that it brought him, he found himself seeing it as only a small connection to his brothers on the frontlines. It provided him a face-to-face that holocalls couldn’t achieve, although only once every few months.

“Are your boys treating you well, Rex?” Ponds’ elbow shoved into Fox’s side as the man craned his head forward.

The blond trooper turned to them and a smile appeared at the edge of his lips, his shoulders slumping toward the table as he leaned in. “They weren’t too bad this time around, I think they might be settling down.”

“Don’t jinx it, vod’ika,” Cody warned, “Your men don’t know the meaning of settling. You told me they tried to make a water slide in the docking hangar of the Resolute a month ago.”

“Eh, they’re just bored,” Wolffe said, “the 501st moves around more than anyone else does, they have more time between missions to get stuck in their heads.”

“They do deal with it interestingly then,” Rex grumbled.

Fox couldn’t help but agree, though his eyes lingered across his vod’ika’s form. There was a mirth in the man’s eyes, a fondness in his smile, and a softening in his brows. The Captain cared deeply for his men, for his own vod’ika, despite the trouble they put him through. There was always a story on his mind about Fives and Echo, or a joke that heard from Jesse, or an incident from Hardcase.

There was something there that struck Fox, something that clung deep at his chest, in a way that almost made him gasp. Somehow, it was overwhelming.

“Well,” Fox said, “Have the Terrible Torrents come up with anything more recently to deal with this boredom?”

A smile widened across Rex’s face. “They came up with a game, based on a natborn game.”

“Oh, this ought to be good.” Bly leaned in. “What is it?”

“It’s based on kiss, marry, kill,” Rex explained, “which is a game where you name three people and then choose who you’d kiss, marry, or kill from the three.”

Cody nodded, raising an eyebrow. “How’d they change that then?”

Rex snickered. “They ran out of people they knew until it was only vod that they knew… so you know, they just changed the wording. Turned it into keldabe, vod pile partner, and kill.”

“Not as easy to say,” Ponds muttered with a look of disdain, “But I can’t imagine marrying or kissing a vod.”

Bly gave him a look. “Isn’t a keldabe a kiss?”

“It can be familial and you know it,” Ponds retorted, “You literally shove your forehead against any of ours the moment you get the chance!”

“Guilty,” Bly conceded.

Wolffe hummed. “Well, are we going to play it?”

“I’m interested,” Cody added, “It sounds like fun.”

Rex smirked as his ori’vode turned to him and let them throw him through the rounds of the game, pulling on all vod they knew from across the Galaxy. Putting Neyo against Gree, pushing Thorn against Keeli and Kix, throwing Crys with Waxer and Boil, laughing as he offered up Hardcase, Wrecker, and Fives, and smirking when he mentioned Alpha-17, Colt, and Fordo.

“You know that’s not fair,” Cody said immediately. “All of us would snatch up 17 for a pile partner before the others.”

“Then who are you killing?” Rex challenged. “Colt or Fordo?”

“Colt, at least I’d have a chance at winning.” Bly took a swig of his drink.

Wolffe shook his head. “I bet I could take out Fordo, besides he hates me.”

“That’s because you bit him.”

“So did Fox!”

Fox smirked. “He deserved it. I’m going with Fordo too.”

“You two are horrible.” Cody frowned. “I’ll kill Colt.”

“Agreed,” Ponds said.

“Alright, alright… last one?” Rex asked.

“Hit us with your best shot,” Wolffe growled at him.

Rex looked over them for a moment, thoughts whirling behind his eyes before a smirk covered his face. He leaned closer as he spoke, his voice punctuating the names.

“Me, Wolffe, Fox. The vod’ike.”

“Oh, well, I’m killing Fox.” Bly leaned back immediately.

Fox’s head snapped to his ori’vod, a glare pulling at his eyes but he kept his face level as Ponds snorted next to him.

“I think I have to agree with that,” Ponds said, “But I’m vod piling with Rex.”

“Not me?” Wolffe growled immediately.

But Fox didn’t hear the rest of the argument, not as his eyes slid to the orange-colored commander next to him. Cody stroked his chin, a horrible habit he had gained from his general, and stared toward the ceiling. Gears seemed to come to life in his head as he thought before his hand dropped away and slapped against the table.

Everyone’s heads snapped to him, the argument between Wolffe and Ponds fading to the side as the oldest of their batch smirked.

“I figured it out.” Cody nodded. “Kill Fox, keldabe Wolffe, and vod pile with Rex.”

Despite the sting in his chest, the tightening at the back of his throat, Fox slipped under his mask. A smirk played across his lips and he leaned back against the booth, eyes flickering across all his brothers.

“Yeah, I’d kill me too.” Fox waved a hand, ignoring the churning in his stomach. “I’ll vod pile with you, Wolffe.”

Wolffe smirked, before immediately turning to Ponds. “See? Even Fox wants to vod pile with me!”

The argument between them grew again, but it felt like a buzzing at Fox’s ears as he reached back to grab his drink. He knocked back, trying to get rid of the pain pounding in his ribs and gut, trying to loosen the tightening of his throat.

His batchmates had pointed to kill him off, not even bothering to argue against it in any form. It flipped his stomach, even if it was just a game. A meaningless game, but yet it drove a stake through his heart.

But he understood it too, he really did.

Fox wasn’t like his batchmates. He didn’t fight on the front lines, he didn’t put his life on the line for his brothers staring down a battlefield filled with droids, and he certainly didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like they did.

But more than that, he didn’t really deserve to be the one receiving a keldabe, or being trusted as a pile partner. He wasn’t as good of a commander as he should be, he didn’t save the lives of his men as much as his batchmates did, and he most certainly couldn’t explain the blood that he’d find on his hands when he woke up in the morning.

His batchmates were good men, and he knew he wasn’t.

It seemed like they knew it too.

The night ended shortly after that. His batchmates huddled together as they wobbled back to the GAR barracks, doing their best to make themselves look like a cohesive group of competent men. And they pulled it off well too, despite the tiredness that dragged at them and the drunken tilts of their vision.

But Fox walked another way, back to the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, back to his tiny office with a desk overflowing with datapads and flimsiwork.

He sat at his desk, thought of the way his vode had pointed at him, and wondered if the pills stashed in the back of his drawer were worth it.

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

writing in pain and accidentally did some own feelings hurted

oops

[clonemando]

A Kiss a Day in May

Day 23- Last Kisses

Fox/Thorn

Warning: this one is sad :(

Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.

Fox never liked watching his men leave Coruscant. Just because Amidala wasn't abusive to the Guard didn't mean she wasn't on the top of his most dangerous list. Now she was taking Thorn with her.

Thorn wasn't worried. "You'll be seeing my perfect face here so fast it'll give you whiplash! I love you but you worry too much!" He had said cheerfully and gave him a quick kiss before hurrying off to ready his men. He never came back.

If Fox had known it would be their last kiss he would have kissed him forever so he couldn't go.

[your-final-answer]

At an estate sale today, I made a new friend. The friendship is sure to last a long time unless the dust on that thing gives me black lung!

[stevenrogered]

9-1-1 7x04 | "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered"

[glambots]

Well, it certainly is theme accurate, at least

[b0bbynash]