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Can I please request a fluffy enemies to lovers with a clone of your choice with the prompt “Did you just call me cute?”

Would love to see any! Female reader if possible. Thanks! 💓

Up Close and Personal 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox X Female!Reader

word count: 3.9k

prompt:

• “Did just call me cute?”

Plot: When you accidentally let slip you thought Fox was cute, he grows curious and wonders if you still think the same under the helmet.

Warnings: Safe for work, grumpy/sunshine trope, teasing, awkward moments, flirting, kissing, mutual pining, accidental confessions.

You’ve been working alongside the Coruscant Guard for a while now, handling everything from delivering reports to managing routine tasks that help keep the operation running smoothly. Most of the clones greet you with a warm smile and friendly chatter when you drop by.

You were cheerful and always had a smile on your face, nothing ever seeming to phase you.

But when it comes to Commander Fox, he doesn’t seem to match your enthusiasm. Where others find a moment to chat or joke around, Fox’s response is always the same: curt and dismissive.

You remember one time when you entered the office, probably a fortnight ago, laughing with Thire and Stone as you handed them their files. “You’re a lifesaver,” Thire had said with a sigh of relief and grin after his had miraculously gone missing. You of course always had extra, just in case.

Stone chuckled and added, “You’re the only reason we stay organised.”

Before you could reply, however, Fox cut in. His tone like durasteel. “Can you just leave the files and go? Some of us are trying to work.” He hadn’t even looked up, but the chill in his voice was unmistakable. You forced a smile, and rolled your eyes at his attitude when you left the office that day. It didn’t bother you as you were used to his moods but you couldn’t help wondering what it would take to get past that fickle exterior.

And despite his attitude, you had noticed Fox’s subtle care for his brothers; something you found rather endearing. You’ve caught him running silent armour checks, making sure everyone’s gear is spotless and in perfect order. Of course, it’s not about vanity but simply about keeping his men safe.

It’s those types of moments that make you think there’s more to him beneath the mask. Or helmet in this case.

Today, you decide to do something different. Rumors have been swirling that the Guard’s workload has been overwhelming lately. Crime in the lower levels is on the rise, and the boys are sadly running themselves ragged. So, you arrive at their station with a special treat: caf orders, each customised exactly how you know they like it.

You start with Commander Thire, who breaks into a grin as you hand him his cup. “You’re too good to us,” he says, taking a sip. “Thanks.”

Next is Stone, who raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Didn’t expect this today,” he says, taking the steaming cup. “But I’m not complaining.” He shoots you a wink. “You really know how to keep morale up.”

Sergeant Hound, busy tinkering with his gear with Grizzer snoozing at his feet looks up with a smile when you hand him his drink. “You actually remembered mine,” he says, sounding almost impressed. He takes a long sip before giving you a small nod. “Cheers. Really needed this.”

Finally, you approach Fox. He’s leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching you carefully through his visor. “I’ll assume you didn’t get me anything,” he says, voice as flat as ever.

You fight back a smirk and meet his gaze behind the visor. “You assume wrong, Commander.” You slide the cup across his desk. It’s strong, with a hint of sweetness—your best guess based on what you’ve observed. Alongside it, you place a small sweet treat and the stack of data devices you’ve been carrying. Oh, and you also could help but draw a small smiley face on the lid to his cup.

Fox doesn’t touch the drink. Instead, he gives a sharp nod. “Just leave it and go.”

You swallow your disappointment, trying to keep your smile from faltering. “Of course, sir.” You turn to leave, the brief flash of hurt lingering despite your best efforts to shrug it off. Huh, maybe it did get to you.

As you exit, you catch a glimpse of Thire, Stone, and Hound exchanging looks before Thire’s voice cuts through the room. “You know, Fox, a ‘thank you’ wouldn’t kill you.”

Fox remains silent, but you don’t stay long enough to see or hear his reaction. The door closes behind you, and you let out a quiet sigh.

Moments later, you hear quick footsteps behind you. “Hey, wait up!”

You turn to see Thire jogging to catch up. “Don’t take it personally,” he says, offering a sympathetic smile. “Fox is… well, Fox. If he didn’t like you at least a little, he wouldn’t let you stick around.”

You laugh softly, though the sting hasn’t fully faded. “Doesn’t feel like it sometimes. I know he’s under a lot of stress, but still…”

Thire nods, understanding in his eyes. “He’s got a funny way of showing appreciation. But trust me, we all see what you do for us, even if he doesn’t say it. You’re a bright spot in this whole mess.”

Your smile this time is more genuine, though still a bit weak. “Thanks, Thire. I just wish I could get through to him, you know?”

“Give it time,” Thire says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “He’ll come around. Until then, we’ve got your back.”

A few days later, you arrive with—surprise, surprise—yet another stack of files. You expect to find the usual group in the office, and sure enough, Thire, Stone, and Hound are all at their stations, busy with their tasks. But there’s one notable absence: Commander Fox. You glance around, scanning the room in curiosity.

Before you can ask, Stone notices the way you’re searching and smirks. “Looking for someone?”

Your cheeks warm slightly, realising you’ve been caught. “Nope,” you reply, a little too quickly. “Just… making sure I don’t miss anyone.”

Thire chimes in, an amused glint in his eye. “Sure, that’s what you’re doing.”

You roll your eyes playfully, trying to play it off. “Honestly, you guys are worse than all those gossiping cadets and shinies.”

“Did Fox ever apologise for the other day?” Hound asks as you stand nearby, shifting through some flimsi. His question surprised you a little since you hadn’t truly thought about it until now. But, you shake your head with a dismissive wave. “Nah, but it’s fine. I’m used to him being a grump. Besides,” you add with a smile, “you lot make it worth coming around.”

But then Stone started to dig a little deeper as he leans back in his chair. “Did you think about what Thire said? About Fox not minding you hanging around?”

You bite your lip, remembering Thire’s words all too well. Now that did have you wondering for most of that night. For someone who always wanted you to go, he never actually told you to fully leave.

“Yeah, actually. It got me thinking… maybe he’s not as bothered by me as he pretends.” You pause, considering your next question. “Hey, have any of you actually seen him without his helmet?”

The three of them exchange glances before Thire nods, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “How do you think he downed that caf you brought him the other day?”

You lean back against the wall, arms crossed as you think it over but also a little smug knowing that Fox clearly liked your drink choice for him. “I always wondered what he looks like under there. Maybe he’s got some cool tattoos, or, like, bright red hair or something; to match the gear.”

Stone shrugs, pretending to be nonchalant. “Could do. But we’re not spilling anything.”

You narrow your eyes at them playfully, but before you can push further, you find yourself blurting out, “I mean, I bet he’s kinda cute.”

There’s a beat of silence before all three of them break into laughter. Hound gives you a teasing nudge. “So, you’ve got a crush on the boss now, huh?”

You wave them off, feeling your face flush. “No, I mean—well, no, yes, kinda? I don’t know!” You fumble with your words, realising you’ve put yourself in an awkward spot. You wouldn’t say it was much of a crush but you did admire him.

“It’s not like that. He’s just interesting, I guess. Annoying, but in a weird way, it’s kind of… cute?”

The boys exchange amused glances, and you’re about to defend yourself further when you notice all of their gazes suddenly lock onto something—or someone—behind you. The laughter dies down, and your stomach drops.

Before you can even turn around, a deep voice rumbles from directly behind you. “Did you just call me cute?”

You freeze, feeling your blood run cold. Slowly, you turn to face Fox, who’s standing there with his arms crossed, his helmeted visor trained directly on you. You can’t tell what expression he’s wearing underneath, but the deadpan delivery of his question makes you want to disappear into the nearest ventilation system.

“I—uh…” you stammer, utterly at a loss. “Well, you see—”

Thire, Stone, and Hound are barely holding in their snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Fox’s posture remains unyielding as he waits for you to say something. Anything.

You finally manage a weak shrug. “I mean sure, why not?”

For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence, and you’re certain you’ll never live this down. But then, just when you think it couldn’t get worse, Fox turns his helmet slightly as if considering your words. “Interesting,” is all he says before he strides past you, not giving anything away.

The room erupts in laughter as soon as he’s out of earshot, leaving you standing there, cheeks burning, as Thire claps you on the back. “Well, if that’s not a confession, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”

Stone grins. “Nope. But hey, at least now you’ve got him wondering.”

You playfully slap Stone’s arm with the thick stack of flimsi you were holding. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you tease, but there’s a grin on your face despite your embarrassment.

Stone just chuckles, dodging away from your reach. “You make it too easy, kid.”

Shaking your head, you wave the guys off. “Okay, I’m leaving before I say anything else stupid. You’ll just have to survive without me for a bit.”

As you walk away, you can still hear their laughter, and although your cheeks are still warm, you can’t help but smile.

Over the next week or two, you notice that Fox isn’t in his office as much. You’re not one to pry, but eventually, Thire lets it slip that it’s the Supreme Chancellor who’s been keeping him busy, not the fact that he might be avoiding you. “He’s been running all over the place on Palpatine’s orders,” Thire had said. “Trust me, it’s not about feeling awkward with you around.”

You nod, but you can’t help the nagging thoughts that linger. Still, you push them aside, deciding it’s better not to dwell on it.

One afternoon, you arrive at the office, balancing a tray with the usual caf orders and some sweet treats. It’s become a bit of a weekly ritual now, something the guys seem to look forward to. But today, when you step inside, the office is eerily quiet—no Thire, no Stone, no Hound. And non-surprisingly, no Fox.

You frown, setting the tray down on the nearest desk. “Hello?” you call out, but the only response is the hum of the overhead lights.

Shrugging, you decide to leave everything on their desks for when they return. You place each clone’s drink down, making sure their reports are organised alongside them.

When you reach Fox’s desk, you pause. It’s a bit messier than usual, the clutter showing signs of someone who’s been overworked and stretched thin. Your brows furrow in concern as you instinctively start tidying up, sorting the files and stacking the more urgent ones on top.

As you organise his drawers, you’re about to close one when something catches your eye. An empty caf cup, tucked away almost like it’s been hidden. You pull it out and recognise it immediately—it’s the cup you gave Fox the other week, the one with the little smiley face you drew on the lid. Your heart skips a beat. He kept it.

For a moment, all you can do is stare at the cup, a small, unexpected warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe there’s more to his gruff exterior than you first thought. Maybe he does have a soft spot for you, even if he won’t admit it.

“Can I help you?”

You jump, nearly dropping the cup as you whirl around to face the door. There stands Fox, his arms tucked behind his back, his gaze unreadable behind his helmet.

“Fox—Commander!” you stammer, hastily shoving the cup back into the drawer and closing it. “I was just… fixing things.” Your voice trails off as you awkwardly step away from his desk, suddenly finding it difficult to meet his gaze.

He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, and you feel your pulse quicken. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you.”

“Oh! Sure, of course!” You’re flustered now, your mind racing. “Is it about the reports? Or maybe the supply request? Or—”

“No.”

You clamp your mouth shut, cheeks burning as you mentally curse yourself for rambling. You stand there in silence, waiting for him to continue, while he circles around you with the careful precision of someone used to keeping others off balance. His presence is commanding (oh the irony), making the room feel smaller as he closes the distance between you.

“I had overheard something the other day,” he says, his voice low, almost conversational. “You were wondering what I looked like. Wondering if I had tattoos, colorful hair…” He trails off, his tone giving nothing away.

“I—uh—well, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just curious, you know? I hope you didn’t take offense, Commander. It wasn’t—”

He stops in front of you, so close now that you can see your own reflection in the dark visor of his helmet as you crane your neck to look at him. “Why not?” he asks, cutting off your nervous rambling. “Do you not want to know if I’m ‘cute’ or not?”

The words hang in the air between you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His tone isn’t mocking, but there’s a subtle challenge in his voice, as if daring you to admit something you haven’t even fully acknowledged to yourself.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, searching for a response. “I—I mean… maybe?”

His head tilts slightly, as if studying you. “You know, I rarely remove my helmet. It’s part of who I am, part of the uniform. Most people never see what’s underneath.”

“I get it,” you say quickly, eager to reassure him. “It’s not like I need to know. You’re still you, helmet or not.”

But as you speak, he moves closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “And yet, you’re curious.”

Your gaze flicks up to meet his visor, the tension thick enough to cut through. “Maybe a little,” you admit, barely above a whisper.

You think he’s about it leave, a small stagger in his step. But instead of stepping back as you expect, he reaches up and, with a slow and deliberate motion, removes his helmet.

Your breath catches in your throat. You were expecting him to look like the other clones but nothing prepared you for this.

His hair, salt and peppered with a few streaks of silver, is slightly messy but still shows a hint of soft curls. Framing his face in a way that’s both rugged and refined. But it’s his eyes that catch your immediate attention.

A deep, rich brown, just like his brothers but darkened by exhaustion. Yet somehow still smolder with an intensity that makes your heart stop. They’re striking, alive with an alluring warmth that makes it hard to look away.

You’re utterly speechless, barely registering that your mouth has gone dry. He’s not just cute; he’s absolutely gorgeous. His lips curve into a knowing smirk as he tilts his head at you, clearly gauging your reaction.

“So, tell me…” he drawls, his tone soft and low as he notices your gaze drifting to his lips, “how ‘cute’ am I?”

Your mouth opens, but the words you want to say get stuck somewhere in your throat. You feel a sudden heat rising to your cheeks and creeping down your neck, making you feel warm under the collar. For months, you had wondered what it would be like to be this close to him, to hear his voice without the filter of that helmet, to feel his presence in an almost tangible way. Now, with his breath fanning your face, it’s almost overwhelming.

“You’re… you’re…” You struggle to find the right words, but everything comes out in stutters as your brain short-circuits under the intensity of his gaze.

Fox leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours, his lips still curved in that teasing smirk. “Mhmm? I’m what?” There’s a playful and teasing lilt in his voice as he inches nearer, clearly enjoying how flustered you’ve become.

Before you know it, you’ve backed up until you’re nearly pressed against the edge of his desk; close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, and it’s impossible to think straight. Your pulse feels like it’s pounding in your ears. Especially as he leans in even further, the distance between you shrinking until it’s nearly nonexistent.

His breath is warm against your skin as he adds, “Come on, I’m waiting. You were so curious before. For someone so chatty, you have gone awfully quiet. Why’s that?”

Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, but the only thing you can focus on is how close he is, how those deep brown eyes are watching your every reaction, and how his lips look infuriatingly soft. Finally, you manage to stammer out a broken, barely coherent, “You’re… more than cute.”

Fox chuckles as he straightens slightly, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Good answer.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, brushing a hand through your hair, thinking this is the end of it. But he barely budges before asking, “Do you want to know what I think about you?”

Breath shaky, you avoid his eyes. “Let me guess… annoying… too talkative…”

“Distracting,” he cuts you off.

Before you can respond, his hands lift, gently cupping your face. You’re caught off guard as his thumbs brush tenderly over your cheeks. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the unexpected warmth of his touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into it. His presence is all-consuming, his closeness dizzying as his nose lightly brushes against yours, sending sparks dancing down your spine.

His voice is low, rich with a sincerity that makes your heart race even faster. “I find you distracting. Beautiful and distracting.”

Before you can fully process his words, his lips capture yours in a kiss that’s impossibly gentle and utterly intoxicating.

It’s slow and unhurried, his lips moving against yours in a way that feels both tender and deliberate. Your eyes widen in surprise at first, hands raised but unsure where to place them.

Fox was kissing you. the Commander Fox was kissing you. You didn’t even know what this meant fully. Had he been harbouring feelings for you after all this time?

The initial shock soon melts away, your body relaxing into the kiss as your arms instinctively wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The feeling of the warmth of his mouth on yours, the soft press of his lips sending a sweet sent an addictive thrill through your veins. He’s steady and confident, guiding the kiss with a gentleness.

His hands remain on your face, anchoring you to the moment until one slides back to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair that makes you gasp against his lips.

You can’t help but chase after his lips, the slow and tender rhythm of the kiss drawing you in deeper. He’s all you can think about—the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he’s holding you as though you’re something precious.

Fox finally pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. His eyes, those deep, mesmerising brown orbs, search yours as if he’s looking for something—confirmation, maybe, or understanding. You’re not sure, but whatever he sees in your gaze seems to settle something inside him.

His thumb sweeps over your cheek again, a soft, almost absent-minded caress as he holds you there, still so close. “You have no idea how distracting you are,” he murmurs, his voice hushed.

You’re left breathless, your heart racing in your chest as you blink up at him, dazed by it all. “You… you kissed me,” you whisper, your body still flushed against his as you try to piece things together.

“I did,” he replies softly, his hands now moving to rest on your waist, grounding you in the moment. “Is it okay that I did?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess it’s just… I thought you didn’t like me.” You pull back slightly, leaning against the desk this time. He looks down at you, his gaze unexpectedly soft.

“I’ll admit I haven’t been the kindest to you,” he says, a touch of regret in his tone. “The lads gave me an earful the other day.”

“So, was it a guilt kind of kiss or…?” you mumble, sincerely hoping it wasn’t.

Fox’s eyes widen slightly, and he quickly shakes his head. “No, it’s nothing like that,” he exclaims, his voice firm but gentle. “I’m not great at showing how I feel, and hearing you call me ‘cute’… it pushed me in the right direction. Made me realise I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t care.”

His sincerity catches you off guard. “Oh,” you say, your voice small but relieved.

He offers you a small smile, the kind that’s rare for him, and it makes your heart skip a beat. “So, would you consider going for drinks with me tonight?” he asks, his tone hopeful but tinged with the same guardedness that’s always been there.

The hesitation in his voice makes you understand how much this moment means to him, and you can’t help but smile back with a genuine, warm smile. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you reply softly.

Fox’s shoulders visibly relax, the tension you hadn’t even noticed finally easing as he nods. “Good,” he says, his voice low and a little rough around the edges. But there’s a warmth there now, something new that you hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing before. “I, uh, have to get back to the Chancellor. I knew the others wouldn’t be here today, and I know your routine, so I figured I’d have time to speak to you before heading back.”

You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “So, you’re not supposed to be here?”

“No, I’m not,” he admits with a somewhat sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “I may or may not have told the Chancellor I had an important matter to tend to.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you did that.”

Fox joins in with a chuckle, the sound rich and surprisingly pleasant, before he takes a final step toward you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “It was worth it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart skips a beat as he pulls back, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“Definitely.”

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A bunny hybrid reader that notices a male fox hybrid following them and watching from a far. Naturally you get nervous cause foxes prey on bunnies! But it turns out he’s very shy and wants to court a cute chubby bunny but doesn’t know how to. Maybe he’s also a soft dom with praise kink? 🤭

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warning: chasing(slight predator/prey?), breeding, praise kink

You had felt eyes on you since the moment you entered the forest you usually collected herbs from. It wasn’t exactly unusual to feel watched considering many other hybrids called the forest home… but today it felt… different.

You spotted a fleck or red, the shade making your fight or flight kick in.

Instantly you began sprinting, dropping your basket and booking it back to your cabin. You didn’t dare turn around, your poor heart racing as your fluffy bunny ears picked up the sound of running behind you.

“W-wait!”

You cried out in fear at the sound of your pursuer calling for you to stop, shaking your head. “N-no, go away!”

You reached your home, quickly locking your door and peering out the peep hole as your fluffy cotton tail twitched nervously.

There was a fox hybrid outside on your porch, sniffing the air and rubbing his face against every surface he could… was he leaving his scent there for later?

“Please come out… I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.”

This happened nearly every day for a month. The fox chased you, nearly running you over before you got into your cottage at the end of the day.

That was until you weren’t fast enough.

The fox had been studying the way you move, when you took the shortest of breaks to catch your breath, and when you quickened your pace again to get away. Bunnies were masters at escaping… but foxes were very smart.

You knew something was different this time. Call it instinct, call it just coincidence, but you noticed that he wasn’t running after you as fast as usual… and his eyes were following your every movement the entire time.

Like he already knew he was going to catch you… it was just a matter of time.

You were too slow as you turned a corner, slipping on some pine straw and crashing to the ground. In seconds he was on top of you, and all you could do was close your eyes and hoped he killed you quickly…

But his jaws never closed around your neck. After a few moments of silence, you opened your eyes to see him butting his head against you affectionately, his tail swaying behind him.

His eyes were half lidded, staring down at you with infatuation and adoration.

“I’ve finally got you, little bunny.”

He was absolutely glued to your side now, clinging tightly to you as you hesitantly made your way home. The fox seemed absolutely smitten, sometimes softly nipping at your fluffy ears or neck, startling you.

“So pretty… you smell so, so good…”

After dinner he curled up with you, his fluffy tail swaying as he kept rubbing his scent on your neck. Could he tell that you were close to your heat? Is that why he had become interested in you?

“I’ve wanted you for so long… you’re cute and just the softest thing I’ve ever seen… but it’s hard approaching a bunny when you’re a fox.”

Your cheeks heated up as he pressed against you, your cotton tail wagging furiously when his bulge rubbed against your clothed cunt.

It wasn’t long until your next heat cycle, and it was clear that he knew it too. He continued to purr as he grabbed hold of your hips, guiding your bunny cunt over his bulge slowly.

When you let out a stifled whine, he smiled, giving your soft bunny ear a nibble. “Mmm, that’s a good girl. You’re so soft and pretty, let me take care of you, sweetheart…”

Within seconds he had your panties off, his fingers stretching your whole. As they pumped in and out of you, his lips met yours in a needy kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth, entangling with yours. It was hard to think with all these new sensations…

“Come on, bunny… lemme see that pretty pussy of yours, hmm?”

You shyly opened your legs, and he moved to position his cock at your entrance. At this point you were whining and bucking your hips, ready to be mated.

It was reassuring when he held onto your hand as his cock sunk into your fat bunny cunt, his face burying itself into your neck.

“F-fuck, so good… god…”

His grip on your hips tightened, the soft flesh warm against his hand. He’d never had something so soft and cute underneath him… you were amazing…

It felt too good, his cock was rubbing and touching all of the best spots, making your clit throb. As soon as he noticed, he moved his hand to rub circles around your clit while he picked up speed.

As he fucked into you, whining into your neck, he said the cutest things.

“I love you… love you so much, so fucking pretty…” he blubbered, his teeth grazing against your neck before he bit you.

“G-gonna… gonna knock you up, okay? Gonna be my cute little mate…”

Those words had your walls fluttering around him, your toes curling as the two of you came together.

After coming down from your respective highs, he became a bit shy again, giving your cheek a tentative lick. “You did well, pretty girl…”

You simply butted your head against him affectionately, returning his soft purrs.

Now, you had a mate, a sweet one at that. You didn’t have to worry about other bunnies bothering you when a fox called your cottage home.

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Fox x gn!Senator!Reader: Partners in Crime

[A/N]: Another old work from Quotev. I've changed the name of this chapter so many times that it's getting to me.

Summary: A Separatist attack group detonates a bomb in Coruscant's massive Senate Building, causing a frenzy among senators and staff. Not long after the bomb explodes, the Separatists manage to breach the building's security barriers and invade the government building. Commander Fox is tasked with protecting the Chancellor alongside the rest of the Coruscant Guard, but when he is separated from his squad and the Chancellor, he collaborates with the clever Senator L/N to devise a plan to drive the Seppies out of the building for good.

Warnings: None, canon-typical violence

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"Senator L/N, this is your last warning! Evacuate the building!" A clone shouted through your commlink, which lay on your desk by an overwhelming stack of datapads and reports.

"I'm on my way!" You called out. You snatched up the commlink, taking the blaster from its hiding place in your office—you’d learned the hard way that Senators like yourself had to resign to quietly arming yourselves in times of espionage, civil unrest, and Senate infighting. You were rushing out the doors of your office as another explosion shook the Senate Building. Finding no one there to either kill you or escort you to safety, you dashed down the corridor with no apparent destination but the exit. The deadly silence prodded at your rationality, urging you to lose your calm. Fear threatened to render you helpless when the sound of marching droids met your ears, so you dove into the nearest office—which just so happened to be Chancellor Palpatine's. 

"Senator L/N! Are you unhurt?" Palpatine began from behind his desk, voice laced with worry. He was flanked with at least a dozen of the Coruscant Guard's finest shock troopers.

"I’m unharmed, but I heard droids in the hallways. We can't stay long." You replied. 

"Well then, we must not tarry." The guards followed Palpatine out of his spacious office, only to be met by a flurry of blaster bolts. Headed by a bounty hunter, what appeared to be an entire platoon of droids trained their blasters on the Chancellor. Each of the guards returned fire, as did you, and ushered you and Palpatine towards the nearest elevator that would hopefully lower you to safety.

"Get the Chancellor!" Commander Fox commanded, hammering the elevator's down button. Beside him, you knocked down a few droids with your blaster. Finally, the doors opened, and the Chancellor toppled in, followed by the rest of the present Coruscant Guard. Fox hammered the close button with vigor, gesturing wildly for you to get in as well—but you were still under fire and were unable to make it into the elevator when the doors slammed shut.

"Senator!" Palpatine exclaimed, disappearing down into the floor below. With only you and Fox left behind, you decided that it was worth a shot to escape.

"Run for it, Fox!" You cried, evading blaster fire as best as you could while dashing down the corridor. Fox matched your pace, and you took refuge in a deserted office once again. Panting quietly, you shut the doors and barricaded them with what you could find. 

"They'll be back soon." Fox mused, beginning to search the office for anything to use in defense against the number of droids and bounty hunters milling through the Senate Building.

"It's even more serious this time. The Separatists didn't just bring bounty hunters, they brought droids and even more explosives." You remarked, also searching through the office. After a long pause, you slid behind the desk and began to examine its contents. "Why don't we do something? I don't think we can just wait out the droids in this office."

"What do you think we should do, Senator? We've been separated from the Chancellor and the rest of the Coruscant Guard. This entire floor's crawling with clankers, too." Fox replied. Continuing to rummage through the desk and finding a spare commlink, an idea popped into your head.

"How about we set a trap?"

A few scrapped ideas later, you and Fox came up with a plan. The sound of muffled blaster fire continued, and time was running out.

"I think this will do fine...so, I'll comm Senators Amidala and Chuchi. I might be able to reach Mothma, too. They'll contact the rest of the Senators we can connect without showing up on the droid's channels. We'll meet at this rendezvous point—" You pointed to a room tucked away from public view in a holographic map of the Senate Building. "—Senators Amidala and Mothma will likely be armed, but we'll be outgunned. Still, we can hold our own until we can herd the droids into this plaza area, where detonators and EMPs will be rigged." Fox nodded, deep in thought. 

"With all due respect, Senator—this plan seems to be a bit too daring for the likes of you. Are you sure you can contact the senators without revealing your connection to the droids?" Fox sassed. You flashed him a knowing smile.

"There's a lot you don't know about us senators, Fox." You teased with a wink. "I know I can reach Senator Amidala just fine." 

"Well then, what about the detonators? I've got a few charges, but not nearly enough to wreck however many droids are in the Senate Building right now." 

"We can blast our way through the armory and lay the trap."

"Also..."

"What?"

"Why haven't the Jedi arrived yet?"

"Senator Amidala, come in! I repeat, Senator Amidala! Is anyone there?" You barked into the comm, punching Padmé's comm address again, hoping to get a response. Finally, a crackling noise was heard, piquing Fox's attention from across the room where he was scrubbing away at his twin DC-17 blasters. 

"This is Senator Padmé Amidala. Senator Y/N L/N, is that you?"

"I hear you loud and clear, Senator. Where are you?" You asked.

"I was on the second floor of the Senate Building when the firefight broke out. I'm...hiding in a storage closet on the second floor." Padmé hissed. "I heard a couple squads of droids pass by, but none of them noticed me.

"Do you know if the Jedi are aware of the attack?"

"I can't say. However, it doesn't appear to be so." The senator paused. "Do you know where Riyo and Mon are?" She inquired.

"I haven't got the slightest idea. I intend to comm them soon, though." You replied. "How close are you to the southernmost entrance?"

"A few corridors away."

"Each of us are going to grab all the senators we can reach and gather them there. Fox and I can acquire some charges here in the lower-level armories. We're going to rig the meeting area, where we will leave our comms on the droids' scramble setting. They won't find any of us there, just a few comms and some droid-poppers."

"Sounds like a plan Ani would come up with." Padmé replied with a giggle. "All right, I'll meet you there. I'll also try to get in touch with the other senators. Stay safe, Y/N." Padmé bid you goodbye, the commlink going dark. Stepping forward, Fox extended a gloved hand in invitation.

"Shall we?" You lugged away the heavy chaise from in front of the office doors. 

"Let's go."

Upon exiting the office, you and Fox were met with little resistance—you assumed that the droids had finished sweeping the floor you were on. Checking a chrono on the corridor wall, you'd realized you'd spent upwards of ten minutes pondering in the barricaded office. Reaching the end of the deserted hallway, you and your partner in crime headed for the elevator. Unluckily for you, though, the doors hissed open to reveal an entire gaggle of B1s, headed by a Commando droid.

"Well, this complicates things..." You tsked. Blaster bolts soon began flying to and fro. Thankfully, Fox was able to down the Commando; as for you, the rest of the unlucky B1s became your prey, thus securing the elevator compartment for both of you. Beginning the next phase of your tricky operation, you tried to comm Senator Chuchi from the elevator on the network you'd called Senator Amidala with. 

"Riyo, come in!" Nothing. "Riyo, I swear! This isn't about Bly and Aayla!" This time, the senator responded almost immediately. 

"This is Senator Chuchi. Identify yourself!"

"This is Y/N speaking, and it should be obvious that we've got an emergency!" You repeated the plan once again, and Riyo pitched in her thoughts as well. 

"I'll grab a few humanoid droids. That'll throw off the Separatists." A great clattering and clamoring of droid-speak was heard on the commlink. 

"Fox, why don't we stop here and check on Senate communications? We might be able to alert the Jedi." You suggested as the doors of the elevator slid open. 

He nodded in confirmation, so you continued down the corridor, blaster at the ready. You dashed into the nearest room, which was pitch-black save for an abandoned desk lamp. Whichever senator had occupied said quarters was long gone—inching closer to the desk, you noticed a slumped form on the floor—the senator had already been killed. 

Backing out of the office, Fox waved you into a meeting room where you could make an attempt to contact the Jedi Temple. Both of you fiddled away at controls for a moment, messing with holos and constantly switching communications channels. It wasn't long until the sound of marching came about, though—so you had to think fast.

"Y/N!" Fox hissed, knocking you to the ground. Lying on the floor underneath the conference table, you heard a couple of droids enter the room. With Fox lying on top of you, half-straddling your hips, you prayed to the Force that they wouldn't grow suspicious of the glowing blue holos still powered on in the conference room, set to Jedi frequencies. 

Fox’s body heat, radiating from his gloves and the exposed segments in his armor, bloomed over your skin as the silence dragged on, sending chills down your spine. Finally, the droids stepped out, not even bothering to check under the table or further in the conference room. You hoped Fox couldn't see your trembling and blushing from underneath that bucket of his. Thankfully, he was quick to leap off of the ground, trying to conceal his own flushed face and stuttering pulse from underneath his helmet. You quickly returned to work, trying to figure out what was going on with the Jedi communications networks. 

"The droids have been doing something, probably overloading or jamming our communications. The Jedi haven't realized a single thing!" You exclaimed, hunched over rows upon rows of glowing blue Aurebesh. 

"Can you contact them with your private networks?" Fox asked, raising an eyebrow from beneath his bucket. 

"Sorry, but those chats are for senators only." You answered, already on your way out of the meeting room. "Come on! We've got more Senators to rescue."

After a couple of floors' worth of sweeping, you picked up Onaconda Farr, Orn Free Taa, and dozens more prominent senators. Even Mon Mothma found her own escape party of about fourteen using secret comm channels, which, once upon a time, were used for both gossip and long-distance communication over the cavernous Senate chamber. 

You finally found Riyo Chuchi and Padmé Amidala waiting at the rendezvous point, and you'd also stopped by the armories while Riyo and Padmé had managed to rescue their own groups of senators. 

In total, there were over one hundred senators crowded into the huge atrium and dozens more staff in the cavernous room. With the rest of the massive Senate dead, escaping, or off-world, you and Fox had done everything in your power to covertly gather the surviving senators and staff into the atrium. Everything was going all according to plan, save for the amount of senators you'd managed to rescue—it seemed to be that the reach of said secret comm channels were not as far as you had expected. Following the projected destruction of nearly all of the patrolling droids and the south atrium, there was a possibility that you and Fox would have to conduct even more rescue missions.

"Deposit your commlinks here, please." You instructed, activating your own commlink. You tried to contact the droids and bounty hunters stationed around the building. After a few tries, a Weequay bounty hunter answered the commlink.

"What do you want, senator?" The hunter spat. 

"This is Senator Y/N L/N. I've gathered myself and the rest of the available senators in the southern atrium. We want to negotiate." The bounty hunter paused, then sighed.

"Do you have any guidelines for...say, a surrender of the Senate building? I would be more than happy to patch Count Dooku in..."

"Nonsense. We will settle this right here, right now, with Dooku or without." You answered sternly, shaking your head. 

"Fine, then. I'll meet you there." The bounty hunter waved along his droid troops, and the final phase of the plan was set into motion.

"Y/N!" A voice called out. Appearing in the southern entrance was Chancellor Palpatine, still flanked by the Coruscant Guard  as the crowd of senators and staff parted for their Supreme Chancellor. The Guard seemed to be missing a few troopers, but other than that, Palpatine appeared to be unharmed.

"Chancellor!" Padmé exclaimed. "Thank goodness you're alright." Fox immediately regrouped with his squad, waving signals frantically. The remaining troopers marched to the entrances to the southern atrium and stood guard. 

"There were so many droids..." Palpatine lamented. "I'm afraid we were unable to call for reinforcements." 

"Don't worry! I've got a plan, Chancellor. We've got some EMPs and charges here, along with our comms and some humanoid droids to lure the Separatists here." Fox and his comrades produced what was left of their thermal detonators and EMPs, also setting them about the plaza. "We'll be gone by then." 

"But what about the droids stationed outside?" Palpatine asked. You shared a look of askance with Fox. Other droids? How did he even know that there were more outside!? The Chancellor awkwardly cleared his throat. "I saw some B1s patrolling through the window. I'm worried we won't get past them alive."

"Sir, that's what we're here for." Stone cleared his throat, gesturing towards his brothers. "We'll make sure that you get out of here alive." Fox nodded, cocking his DC-17. 

"Turn on the comms, Y/N. It's time to move out." You nodded and quickly powered on all of the commlinks piled up on the plaza's floor with. Falling silent, Fox and the rest of the guard soon burst out of the Senate building, immediately attracting Separatist blaster fire. Thankfully, there were little more than B1s and a couple of B2 Supers on border patrol, leading you to the docking area where senators could be ferried to wherever they needed to go. 

Casting one last look at the Senate Building, you surveyed the damage it had sustained—the droids' heavy weapons and explosives had scorched spots of the large dome, and the interior that was once elegantly and sleekly decorated was now pockmarked with blemishes made by blaster fire and scorch marks. Nearly all of its staff had been evacuated, and more were dead. You couldn't think of how many lives that had been lost at the hands of a super's wrist gun or a pirate's rifle. However, you were snapped out of your reverie when you saw a massive group of droids approach your carefully-set up trap through the towering glass doors of the Senate entrance. You grinned mischievously. 

"Time to detonate the charges!" You sang, pressing the button rigged to all of the explosives, waiting for your sweet revenge.

Meanwhile, the majority of the perpetrators and droids gathered round the southern entrance, searching for where the senator's transmission had originated. 

"Huh? Where are the senators?" One droid asked, looking around with confusion. Only a few moments later, the Separatists' attention was directed to the comms sitting in a heap on the atrium floor, still on and tracking the Separatist frequency.

“Oh, n—” Scattered around the room and piled near the comms were dozens upon dozens of EMPs and thermal charges, each of them bidding the Separatist perpetrators a swift but painful death by combustion or permanent deactivation. From outside the Senate Building, you locked eyes with Fox as an explosion shook the gargantuan durasteel structure. Blood-orange flames and tendrils of electricity from the remaining EMPs licked at the busted-open doors of the Senate Building, nearly all of the droids up in thick smoke and the majority of the senators evacuated. 

"We did good today, right?" You beamed brightly at Fox, who in turn removed his bucket and smiled tiredly.

"Yes. Better than I had expected, Senator." Clasping his gloved hand and leaning into his shoulder, you watched on as the southern atrium burned, the Separatists left to die. The day had been won, but not without casualties. 

"I couldn't have asked for a better partner in crime, Fox." You replied. He chuckled, pulling you closer. 

"Me neither, Senator. Me neither.”

Fun fact: This oneshot was initially labeled as platonic when I first published it (years ago). I’m not sure what I was thinking when I said this was platonic. Must be the sleep deprivation talking.

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