Tookas and Cuddles
Commander Fox x reader fluff
Summary: a certain tired and overworked commander meets your pet tooka for the very first time.
Word count: 1,6k
T/W: none, just a cute tired Fox :)
A/N: I've had this fic sitting in my WIPs for ages and living in my head for even longer. So while it is kinda silly and probably awfully written I've decided to suck it up and finally post it.
Checking your wrist comm for the fifth time since you’d got here, you let out an exasperated sigh when you saw the time. Fox was supposed to meet you here over 2 hours ago and so far not only had you not seen him but he hadn’t even sent you a comm to let you know he was late.
You hadn't been going out with the commander for long, only having been on a handful dates with him. But you had quickly found out that pulling him away from his work was hard. Very hard.
Finally deciding that you'd waited long enough for him to contact you, you decided to head towards his office and see if you could find him there.
You stalked through the corridor leading to the Coruscant guard's quarters, stopping as you got to his door and saw Thorn and Hound huddled together outside it. You walked up to them “Hey guys, either of you seen Fox lately?”
They both whipped their heads up and Thorn let you a sigh of relief at seeing it was you
“Oh thank the Maker. Maybe you’ll be able to get him out of that office”
You frowned “What are you talking about? Do you mean Fox?”
They both nodded “He’s been stuck in there for hours”
“Yeah, we’ve been trying to get him out but so far he’s just told us to kriff off,” Hound said, a defeated look on his face.
You glanced between them, taking in their tired faces. It must be well past the end of their shift for today and they looked exhausted.
You nodded “Okay then, I’ll give it a try.” You saw a look of utter relief cross both their faces and you smiled, patting them on the shoulders. “And you two look like you could use some sleep”
“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison, a cheeky but tired smile on their faces. You chuckled, shaking you head at them affectionately.
Waving them off you watched as walked off and giggled when Hound shouted a “Good luck.” at you over his shoulder.
Once you were left alone in the corridor you cleared your throat and stood up straighter in front of the door to Fox’s office, preparing yourself to face a overworked, tired and most likely grumpy Fox. You took a deep breath before opening the door and peering inside the dark office dimly lit by bright neon lights of Coruscant's nightlife shining through the window.
The only other light source was coming from a bright datapad shining straight onto your boyfriend's tired face. The electronic light highlighted the dark circles under his eyes as he hunched over his desk, piles of paperwork and empty mugs of caf spread around him.
“Hey there handsome”
Fox’s head shot up at the sound of your voice and he frowned “What are you doing here?’”
You stepped into his office, closing the door behind you and walking up to his desk “Wow, not even a hello for your beautiful girlfriend,” you teased.
He smiled lazily before grabbing your hand and pulling you around the desk, turning in his chair to face you “Sorry meshla.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Just wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“You didn’t show up for our date, so I came to look for you,” you explained
He looked at you confused for a beat before it hit him and he groaned, running a hand down his face “Fuck. The date, I forgot all about that”
“It’s ok Fox.” You smiled softly at him running your thumb across his knuckles.
He shook his head “No it’s not. How long were you waiting?”
You shrugged “I don't know, a while I guess,” you lied, “But it doesn’t matter”
He lent back to check the clock on his desk “Fuck, we were supposed to meet hours ago.” He turned back to look at you guiltily, running a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry meshla I completely forgot”
Chuckling softly at the look on his face you reassured him again “I already said it was ok Fox”
He pushed his chair back, making space for the two of you “C’mere,” he tugged you down into his lap. You obliged and straddled him. One of his hands splayed across your back while his other one cupped your head gently pushing your face into his neck. You nuzzled into him and he sighed holding you tighter to him.
“We can still go on that date if you want,” he whispered into your hair. You shook your head.
“No, you're exhausted Fox. You need sleep.”
“What? No I don’t, I’m fine.”
Pulling back to look him in the eyes, you shot him a stern look and talked in a warning voice. “Fox....”
“What?” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I promised you a date so I’ll give you a date.”
You let out a huff of disbelief “Fox baby, you've been working for hours. The last thing you need right now is to go on a date.”
He pouted at you. “But I wanted to spend time with you today.”
You pressed a kiss to his nose “Okay, how about you come back to mine, huh? You need to get out this office and we can just cuddle together there instead.”
He hummed. “That sounds fucking perfect meshla.” He smiled softly at you before pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. You returned the kiss and giggled, making him grin.
“You’re so cute when you laugh”
You rolled your eyes at him affectionately “Yeah yeah, c’mon trooper.” You slid off his lap and headed towards the door, pulling him with you. “ Let's get you out of this office.”
He followed you out and rested his hand on the small of your back as you walked down the empty corridors together.
You shivered as you both stepped out into the cold night air and started the short walk to your apartment. Fox looked down at you concerned “Are you cold?”
“No, I'm ok.” You looked up at him, flashing him a smile and trying, but failing miserably to fight another shiver wracking your body. He chuckled shaking his head and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him “C’mere pretty girl, I’ll keep you warm”
Accepting his warm embrace gratefully you snuggled into him, practically leaning on him, He didn’t complain, instead just pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
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You pulled him to a stop when you made it to your apartment block. Taking out your key card out and opening the door you lead him in. He followed you into the lift and down your corridor until you stopped in front of your door.
“Well, this is me,” you said awkwardly, opening your door and gesturing for him to go inside.
He stepped in and looked around your apartment curiously. He smiled to himself, taking it in. It was so you.
You took his hand and lead him to your sofa “Wait here and I’ll get you something to change into”
He nodded silently and slowly sat down, eyes following your form as you disappeared down the corridor and into your bedroom.
Returning a few minutes later, already changed into a tank and some sweats you held out a neatly folded pair of grey sweatpants for him. “This was all I could find that would fit you,” You said shyly
He smiled standing up and beginning to thank you before a movement behind you caught his eye. He peered over your shoulder, his eyes widening when he saw what it was.
“You have a tooka?,” he asked. You frowned, turning around and spotting your pet tooka standing behind you.. As if he knew you were both talking about him he meowed, curiously watching Fox.
“Yeah I do.” You smiled, turning back to look at Fox, your stomach fluttering at the look of excitement that he was obviously trying to suppress but was displayed plainly on his face regardless.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. “You wanna meet him?”
“Yes.” he replied a little too quickly, excitement shining in his eyes. You grinned, stepping back and gesturing for him to go ahead. Fox shot you a hesitant look “He won’t be scared?”
Before you could answer him your tooka walked up to Fox all by himself and rubbed his head against his ankles. Fox chuckled looking down at him and then back up at you “I guess not then.”
Watching your two boys lovingly you giggled as Fox bent down slowly so as to not scare him and scratched him under the chin, smiling when he started purring.
You smiled, marvelling at how gentle your boyfriend could be. The same hands that fired blasters day in day out were now being so soft and careful when handling your small fluffy tooka.
You loved this man so damn much
Kneeling down beside him, your tooka meowed excitedly on seeing you and pranced over to you, rubbing his head on your already out-stretched hand.
Fox smiled wider “He’s cute”
You looked up at him with a loving smile as you took his tired but happy face in. You lent forward pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead on his and whispering against his lips “Yeah he sure is”
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Hey bfbdnndndndndndn just found this blog of urs XD🧡
I got a Fox prompt if that’s still alright?
Fox finds a tooka and sends Hound to find its owner, while he has to deal with the chaos the tooka causes
now / here / this / remember
one hundred pieces - anima!
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notes: hello lol and thank u for the prompt! i love writing fox and love opportunities to flesh out the guard (and the various ocs populating it) a little more in my head. this was very fun and refreshing to write :)
wc: 712
“Hound.”
“Yes, sir.”
“There is a creature under my desk.”
“Uh.”
“Hound?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Find an owner for this beast so it may be vacated from the premises.”
“Sir. You mean… the owner?”
“At this point, Sergeant, any owner will do.” Fox lifted the scrawny thing up by the scruff of its neck. They inspected each other: the tooka with beady black eyes, Fox with eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. Its little clawed feet paddled in the air for a moment as Fox adjusted its grip. It wasn’t parasite-ridden, from his cursory glance, and it seemed to react favorably to Fox’s proximity: this meant it was an owned beast.
“And you’re just gonna.”
Fox didn’t move his eyes from the tooka. It favored him with the closing of one eye, then the other. Hound shuffled nervously in the background.
“I will assure that it will not be causing any further trouble,” Fox said. Tookas were like wayward sergeants like that. One needed to keep a close eye on them.
“Right. Ok. Sir.” Hound saluted, then jammed his bucket on.
GAR Frequency: Advanced Sgt. How To Spell Reconnn..o Force
Hound: ohhbbhh force he found bastard
Hound: how was i supposed to know bastard would go hide in the commander’s office
Hew: Is it warmer in the Commander’s office?
Hew: Is our office not good enough for the bastard?
Pent: Commander wouldn’t kill an unarmed man
Boots: bastard
Pent: good point boots. Commander wouldn’t kill an unarmed cat
Boots: :/
Pent: good point boots. Ni partayli gar darasuum, bastard
Hound: the commander uh
Hound: said he’d make sure bastard didn’t do anything else
Hound: and?
Hound: that im supposed to find bastards owner
Hew: Are you sure about that?
Hound: what else am i gonna do, lt
Pent: well …
Fox was only slightly beginning to regret his resolution to look after the beast. After tipping over seven cups, three datapads, and nearly Fox himself as it wound its way between his legs, the creature still seemed content to poke its blunt little face into every conceivable crevice in Fox’s office. It inspected the tiny, miserable window. It inspected all three of his filing cabinets with equal duration and gravitas. It inspected Fox on multiple occasions, butting the flat of its head up against his knuckles or shins, patting at his greaves with its scaly little feet, sitting before him and making various noises.
Finally—at last—it settled as Fox got up to stretch: right on his chair. He turned back around to find it already curled up in the presumably warm indentation he’d left, ears flicking back and forth and eyes half-lidded with what Fox assumed was smug satisfaction.
“You idiot,” Fox said, leaning a hip against his desk.
The tooka laid its head down on its paws and let its tail curl over its hind feet.
There was nothing else for it. He would have to evict the beast.
Several hours later, Hound poked his head through the doorway of Fox’s office to find Fox with half his ass perched on the very edge of his chair and the tooka a warm, sleeping lump behind him. It snored, just a little, in a whuffly little wheeze that Fox had found made it impossible for him to move the damn thing.
“Commander?”
“Sergeant.”
“Did, uh…”
“Sleeping,” Fox said, looking up from his datapad and letting it clunk against his desk. “Have you located someone to return it to?”
“Ye-es,” Hound said.
If he was going to try and pull one over on Fox, he should have left his helmet on.
“No tookas in the Guard barracks,” Fox said sharply.
“Not even Grizzer’s emotional support tooka?” Hound asked, holding his hands up to his face in a pleading gesture. “She gets lonely…”
“Grizzer has an entire squad of troopers to keep her company and her litter of colleagues.”
Hound didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to: the creature woke, shoved its bony little elbows in the small of Fox’s back as it stretched, and hopped off his chair. It slammed its forehead against his shin in what Fox had decided to be a gesture of commiseration, then ambled over to Hound.
“Out of the barracks,” Fox said again for emphasis.
Hound’s face lit up.
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