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Series description: After a deadly blow to your squad, you join Master Plo temporarily. You and 104th Commander don't see eye to eye on anything, but you can't help the feelings that grow for the grouchy clone. One sided enemies to lovers, you could say. Jedi!reader. Fem!reader. AFAB. Some OC's. Eventual smut.
**Note for His Favorite General: updated 7/3/26.
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Chapter 1
Youāre sent with your squad to Jakku to obtain information from a Seperatist traitor. A run in with a Sith leaves you with loss.
Chapter 2
Healing from your injuries, you have to come to terms with what happened. The council decides to temporarily deploy you with Master Plo.
Chapter 3
Your first meeting with Master Ploās Wolfpack doesnāt go too well.
Chapter 4
Your first mission with the Wolfpack.
Chapter 5
A new tension rises between you and the Commander.
Chapter 6 ā (spicy but no smut)
An injury pushes Wolffe over the edge.
Chapter 7 ā
Your first night with the Commander.
Chapter 8 ā
Irrelevant side story, feelings get hurt.
Chapter 9 ā
News travels that youāll be getting a new squad soon. What does this mean for yours and Wolffeās future?
Chapter 10
A strange message comes from your former Master.
Chapter 11 ā
You speak with Master Plo about your former Master. The reasoning behind her disappearance makes you question your own decisions.
Chapter 12
An argument between you and Wolffe ensues after you tell him your plan.
Chapter 13 ā
You and Wolffe the night before you leave.
Chapter 14
You depart for the mission.
Chapter 15
People from your past find you again.
Chapter 16
PTSD or a vision? Maybe both.
Chapter 17 ā
One last time together before a new update on your orders.
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Before Pride Month ends, I'm claiming Darth Maul as one of us. My argument to defend this stance is: "look at how he sits on the throne, that is a bisexual sitting position."
Summer of Clones week 5 theme: 501st Week, Alternative prompt: Survivor's Guilt.
Kix is the one i think would suffer the most of survivor Guilt.
I decided to put Jesse as his reflection.
I got inspired from a panel of the comic "Boba Fett: Blood Ties". I though it fit the emotion. I try to use a new way of coloring.
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My first request ever and you seem like such a cool person : D
Iāve been obsessed with Fox lately, the Corries in general as well, Iād love to see how youād write maybe Fox (and maybe other Corries if youāre cool with writing āem!) interacting with a more antisocial Jedi reader! Maybe the Jedi is the āperfectā example of the Jedi that the Kaminoans have always drilled into their heads, cold, a bit distant, and always saying āItās the will of the Forceā when in reality theyāre just a ball of anxiety because of the war?
I love your work, I canāt wait to see more!
Coruscant Guard & gn jedi!reader: you're trying to hide your anxiety from them
warnings: mentions of death but nothing specific
A/N: absolutely loved this and thank you so much for the kind words!! have never written about the corries before even tho i adore them. i hope it's okay that i kinda turned this into a litte fic instead because this idea just wouldn't leave my mind (if not, just lmk and i'll do proper headcanons)
comments and reblogs are very appreciated!! :D
"Is that all, General?" Fox hissed, the tone unintentionally softened by the vocoder in his helmet.
"Yes, Commander. You are dismissed."
Professional as ever, Fox thought, huffing as he turned to leave.
You had been stationed with the Coruscant Guard for a couple weeks now due to some injury that left you unable to be at the frontlines temporarily. At least that was the information Fox had received when you arrived at the base and hadn't left since.
You were effective, he had to give you that. You wrote reports faster than anyone he's ever seen, you went after criminals without much fanfare, and you rejected more requests from senators than even he dared.
And you had been realiable too, always appearing on time and coming prepared to every meeting Fox arranged, no matter how last minute.
Fox hated it.
Hated how you wandered the halls with that emotionless face of yours, hands clasped behind your back, and always muttering about "The will of the Force" whenever another mission failed and brothers didn't return.
In his eyes, you were just another stupid natborn he had to deal with who thought themselves better than all of his brothers just because you had been handed a rank without even working for it.
And worst of all, you kept questioning his methods and had the power to override them as a general. Yes, his ways weren't practical or efficient but they were necessary to keep everyone safe.
Yes, there was a strict rationing of food but who knew when they'd get their next shipment?
Yes, he didn't allow painting armour individually but how else could he keep senators from identifying them?
Yes, they had to go everywhere in pairs but that was so no one could be cornered alone somewhere by a natborn.
Every single rule Fox had imposed had its reason, no matter how much it made anyone outside the Guard eye them with sceptisism. And you were like a parasite invading their safe space.
Just another natborn.
Fox tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, you were supposed to be a nice jedi but anytime one of his troops even tried to be friendly, you brushed them of. Any of their greetings were met with a polite but silent bow from the jedi and you always ate alone, no matter how many times you were invited.
Maybe you just hated them too, like everyone else.
Still, you hadn't yet been outright hostile to them and that was more than Fox could say about most natborns and as much as he disliked your attitude and how much he tended catastrophise, you weren't all that bad.
And Fox realised that when one evening, you didn't turn up for a meeting. And then you didn't show up for the next either. Or for another two things on your schedule.
He caught himself worrying, a tight feeling in his chest as another attempt to contact you failed. Even locating you through your comm was impossible when it was found abandoned in your quarters.
āāāāāāāā
Rain pattered down onto your skin and a shiver ran through you as you tried to rub your arms and bring some warmth back into your body.
You had found some maintenance alcove that had been forgotten between Coruscant's endless infrastructure. One where the hum of the ventilations system drowned out every other sound, including your ragged breathing.
"It's the will of the Force," you whispered to yourself, the words hollow and useless as they left your lips. They had been the foundation of your walls so long, a wall that you could erect between yourself and the chaos of the galaxy.
You should get up and find your way back to the base before you got sick. You knew you should. But your limbs felt too heavy and your mind spun.
Your battalion was on Felucia again and you hadn't heard from them in six rotations. The last report had been brief and fragmented; showing casualties, the movement of the enemy,ā¦
All standard things and you knew your commander was comepetent butā
But you should have been there. You were their general.
Instead you were here on Coruscant, playing politics while your men died in that green hell. Guilt had been building in your chest day by day and today your composure just crumbled.
The nail in the coffin had been when you saw a shiny limp past your office with a bandaged leg, stabbed by a civilian during a routine patrole. A shiny, who should still have the positive energy and drive to better his surroundings. And his eyes hadn't even been angry, he had been so exhausted.
The same exhaustion you saw everywhere in the base that you hadn't seen on the frontlines. You saw it in the way the guard moved, efficiently and quietly but with a heaviness that spoke of too many shifts and too few hours of sleep. You saw it in the ration bars that tasted of nothing and contained less calories than they should. You saw it in the silence of their mess hall where brothers should be laughing and not sitting in muted company, checking behind each others backs regularly.
You had seen war, you had see the worst of it on the frontlines with clones dying and being torn apart by explosions as the screams of the injured filled the air. But this was different. A different kind of war that involved the slow, grinding erosion of the soul.
And the Corries were fighting with no support. No one saw their misery. No one cared.
And what have you done for them?
Nothing. You had criticized Fox's methods without understanding them. You had kept your distance because it was easier than acknowledging them because that meant seeing that they were dying slowly on a planet that should have been the safest in the galaxy.
You had hidden behind the Force like a coward instead.
Your chest tightened again, the familiar pressure of anxiety building behind your ribs. You pressed your palms flat against the cold floor, trying to ground yourself, trying to remember the breathing exercises you had learned as a youngling.
In... hold... out...
It wasn't working.
In... hold... out...
"It's the will of the Force,"Ā you tried again, and this time it came out as a sob.
āāāāāāāā
Grizzer found you first. Hound had been trying to track you under Fox's orders and the massiff's keen senses had led her through the underlevels with an unerring instinct that Hound had learned to trust implicitly. She was a good girl, the best girl, and when she started whining and pulling at her leash with unusual urgency, Hound had followed without question.
Now he understood why.
"Grizzer, hey girl," your voice was soft, almost gentle. Nothing like the cold and distant tone that Hound had come to know. He froze as he watched you scratch the head of the excited massiff as she nuzzled against your chest.
"General�" His voice was uncertain as he looked at you sitting on the floor, robes damp, hair plastered to your forehead, and eyes that looked like⦠"You have been crying."
Your eyes snapped up to meet his, a smile forming on your face that didn't quite reach your eyes. "I'm fine, Sergeant. Just needed some air."
"In the underlevels?" Hound's scepticism was evident even through his helmet's modulator. "In the middle of a rainstorm? General, with respect, that's nonsense."
Before you could reply, another set of boots splashed through the puddles behind Hound. Thorn materialized out of the grey drizzle, his red-striped armour gleaming wetly in the dim light. He took one look at the scene; Hound hovering uncertainly, Grizzer wagging her tail as she pressed against your side, and you looking like a drowned tooka that had been dragged through a sewer, and sighed.
"Fox is going to lose hisĀ mind," Thorn muttered, already reaching for his comm. Then he stopped, his hand hovering over the device as he looked at you more closely.
You were trying to stand now, using the wall for support, and your movements were stiff. Not injured-stiff, butĀ cold-stiff. Your lips had a faint blue tinge that had nothing to do with your species and everything to do with how long you'd been sitting in the damp.
"You're coming with us," Thorn said, and it wasn't a request.
You bowed your head but followed, the massiff staying close to you at all times during the silent walk back to the base. When you arrived, your teeth were chattering and your carefully constructed mask was hanging on by a thread.
They ushered you into your office, sitting you down onto your chair before disappearing for a moment. Hound came back first with a thermal blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders.
Thorn returned moments later with a steaming mug. "Here's some caf to warm up. Or well, whatever command is trying to pass of as caf."
You wrapped your hands around the mug, the warmth immediately seeping into your frozen fingers. "Thank you⦠Commander. This really isn't necessary."
"You disappeared without telling anyone and now you look like an icicle. I think you don't know what necessary is, General," Hound retorted, crossing his arms and Grizzer belled as if agreeing with her owner.
You wanted to retort and say something like "It was the will of the Force" again but the words wouldn't come and your throat closed up. Lowering your eyes, you took a sip of the watery liquid.
A sigh reached your ear and heat crept up your neck. These men shouldn't even be the ones caring for you and you were still unable to thank them properly. A few seconds later, the clones and the massiff left the room, leaving you in the defeaning silence of your own thoughts once again.
Was there any way you could save this?
Probably not.
Minutes later, the door to your office slid open again and you didn't have to see the expression behind the helmet to know that Fox wasn't pleased. The set of his shoulders and the tilt of his helmet said enough.
You gulped when the door closed behind him, sealing you both in the oppressive quiet of your office.
"General." Fox didn't move from the door. Just stood there, helmet angled toward you, the blank black visor reflecting your own huddled form back at you. Judging you. Evaluating you.
Good, some vicious part of your mind whispered.Ā You deserve it.
"Commander." Your voice was better now due to the hot drink but it still lacked the usual confidence you emanated.
"You abandoned your post," Fox said, and his voice was flat. The same tone he used in mission debriefs and made junior officers stammer. "For four hours. No comm. No tracker. No note."
"I know."
"Do you have any idea how many security breaches I had to investigate before Hound found you? How manyĀ hoursĀ of manpower I wasted searching for a general who decided to go for aĀ walk?"
His helmet tilted, and you could feel the glare behind it.
"I'm sorry," you said and your voice cracked on the second word. "I didn't meanā"
"You didn't mean to?" Fox pushed off from the door, taking a few steps towards you. His boots were wet too, leaving faint impressions on the floor. "You are a General. You don't get to disappear. You have duties and repsonsibilities and people who rely on you."
"I know," you whispered again, shame coiling in your stomach and wrapping around your spine.
"Do you?" Fox stopped in front of your desk, arms crossing over his chestplate. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've decided that the rules don't apply to you. And you left the rest of us to clean up your mess."
The accusation stung and left your eyes burning, throat tightening again. "That's notā"
"Not what? True?" Fox leaned forwards, bracing his hands on your desk, all the suppressed fury and exhaustion radiating off him in waves. "You've been here for weeks, General. Weeks. And in all that time, you haven't said a single genuine word to any of my men. You haven'tĀ lookedĀ at them. You just float through these halls like a ghost, muttering about the kriffing Force, and then youĀ vanishā"
"I know."
The mug hit the desk with a sharp clatter, caf sloshing over the rim and pooling on some datapads but you didn't care. Something inside you was cracking and splitting open. Something that you've been ignoring for months.
"I know I'm useless here. I know I'm notā I can'tā" your voice broke and you pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, trying to hold back the flood. "You think I don't see it? See them?"
"See who?"
"Your men." The words tore out of you, raw and ragged. "I see them, Fox. I see all of them. I see the way your troopers check over their shoulders in the mess hall because they've learned that nowhere is safe. I see the ration bars that taste like ash and the armour that's held together with desperation and theĀ exhaustionĀ in their eyes when they think no one's watching."
Fox went very still.
"I see it," you continued, and now the tears were coming, hot and shameful, "I see it and I can't help. I can't do anything other than sit in this office and write reports while everyone around me keeps dying."
"You're not on the frontlines."
"My battalion is. I haven't heard from them in six days, Fox! Six entire rotations. But I've seen the reports. The casualties keep climbing and I can't do anything. I should be out thereā I'm just sitting here sipping caf while my men keepā"
Your voice gave out entirely, swallowed by a sob that seemed to come from somewhere deep in your chest. You hunched forward, the thermal blanket sliding off one shoulder, and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds.
You were supposed to beĀ betterĀ than this. Stronger. Jedi didn't fall apart over a few missing reports and some tired soldiers. Jedi accepted the will of the Force and moved forward with serenity and purpose.
But you weren't serene. You weren't accepting. You wereĀ terrified.
"I can't do this anymore," you admitted, " I can'tā Iā¦"
Silence stretched heavily between the two of you.
āāāāāāāāā
For a second, Fox just blinked behind his helmet, entirely stumped by this display of emotion on your face. Then, he straigthened up slowly, carefully, releasing the latches on the sides of his helmet and pulling it off.
Your eyes widened and he knew exactly what he looked like; bloodshot and dark-ringed eyes, scars that pulled his lips into a constant sneer and an expression that wasn't anger, not really.
Fox was confused. "Since when do you care?" The words came out biting, harsher than he intended when he saw you flinch but he didn't care to repeat them in a softer tone.
"Since always."
"Always?" Fox's brows furrowed. "That's hard to believe when you've been walking around, dismissing everyone and everything and not even looking at us as if we don't exist. I thought you hated us."
"I've cared," Your voice turned pleading, "I don't hate you. I never did, Fox. I justā I couldn't bring myself to show it. To act on it without itā without it destroying me inside."
The confession hung between you two and Fox had to avert his eyes, flexing his fingers that had started trembling slighty. He couldn't look at you now. Not when he had realised how similar you were to him.
His other commanders often joked about Fox scaring the shinies with his harsh tone and no-nonsense regulations. But they also knew that Fox was one bad day away from a breakdown exactly like yours.
He cared too much but couldn't show it to protect his own heart.
Fox sighed, letting the exhaustion settle deep in his bones. Then he stepped around the desk and pulled you into a hug, your face pressed against his chestplate as you still sat on your chair. A sound of surprise escaped your lips before you tentatively reached up and wrapped your arms around his middle.
"I⦠understand you, General," Fox started slowly, his voice softening slightly as he let his tiredness slip into it. "More than I'd like to admit."
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