#dad bail

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I finally had the time to work on my Bail fic again!

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Bright white lights had led them down a sterile hallway. Wall panels cut into the monotone white wallpaper and Fox had done his best not to notice them, not to acknowledge their presence in the first place. His polished boots echoed, spreading their imaginary filth across the speckled flooring. He hadn’t wanted to come and yet he was here. Memories filled his mind, of dark days in the Facility, of the rare clear sky his siblings had looked forward to only to be disappointed when it didn’t give them the rush of serotonin they had hoped for. Their Trainers had moaned about the constant raining, the dark cloudy sky- just to groan about headaches and too bright light once the sun shone. The CC class had learned early on that bright sunshine wasn’t always the best. The Alphas had warned them, preparing them for the disappointment and thus…they had to watch each new CT generation learn on their own as they didn’t have Alphas to warn them. Sometimes…sometimes Light wasn’t as good as everyone made it out to be. And in this case it only brought back memories Fox would have liked to forget. Forever. Sitting in a quite big hospital room, Fox made his rounds around- going from one group of brothers to the next. Ten of his brothers who were somewhat familiar with Twi’Leki had volunteered to join Bail and him in this visit but Fox had hesitated. He had warned the CTs, told them what a hospital looked like from the inside and yet they insisted. Reasoning that the children they had saved needed to see familiar faces they associated with safety and Fox couldn’t disagree. Pride had warmed his chest but with each minute they all stayed in this building, the more he noticed the fidgeting, the countless looks over their shoulders. Of course they pretended, played a role of older brothers by sneaking them candy they had kept stored in the barracks just for them to have a “secret” with the children. And the children? They loved it. They giggled quietly while stuffing their faces with the candy, falling right into the harmless acts of childhood rebellion. Even if it was just candy. And thus, Fox walked from one group to the next, giving his own sense of safety to his brothers. He would make sure that no Kaminii nor any Trainer would burst through the door and punish them.

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The engine rumbled underneath his feet but Bail couldn’t use the vibrations as an excuse for his shaking hands. He couldn’t believe it. Yes, he had seen Clones in action- has seen and witnessed their bravery on a battlefield. But this was different. This had to be different. Because he had seen a Clone flinch. Had seen and heard the boy’s flinch when he’d nearly been hit by a blaster. Bail kept his gaze to the window, knowing that if he looked at the boys, saw the dents in their armor, looked into their faces behind those helmets, then Bail would lose it. He would truly lose it. A sense of cold sunk through his coat, into his skin, when Bail leaned back against the wall- copying the boys. His fingers twitched, curled into fists and he crossed his arms. But a flash of light, a twitch of an arm- was all it took for Bail to turn his head and look at Fox next to him. The boy had been organizing the arrival of the smugglers ever since they had stepped into the transporter. Wearing his helmet to soften the surrounding noises, Fox had been standing quietly next to Bail. But now he raised his hands, taking off his helmet. Tired eyes looked down at the helmet- lips pursing before another flash of light distracted the boy. Eyes flicked forward, back down and finally he attached his helmet back to his belt. And he noticed Bail’s stare.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, his arm slowly moved to the side, lowering the book he’d been reading and setting it down onto the couch. He had tried his best to concentrate- in vain. Who could blame him? Bail wouldn’t even care if someone did. He inhaled slowly, his fingers stroking the skin of his wife’s arm. It had been only a matter of time after they had sat down, each with their own book, until they found their way back into each other’s sides. He didn’t need to look to know that Breha, curled into his side, had given up reading just as he did. Their eyes, steady and full of quiet emotions, were looking at Fox. Their Bambino, wearing his soft bear onesie, stood at the big window. His tiny hands pressed onto the glass while he bounced on his feet, staring at everything he could see outside. Earlier he had been curled up between him and Breha but once the rain started to fall, Fox had wiggled and then rolled off the couch to tap, tap, tap his way to the window, watching the rain fall onto the forest below them. Bail tilted his head sideways as a wave of guilt flooded his mind. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought it but…he hoped the force won’t change him back, change him back into his adult body. He could see the same hope and guilt in his wife’s eyes and neither spoke those words out loud. But they knew. And their servants knew. He moved his arm lower around his wife, gently pulling her even closer into his side, seeking the comfort of her presence. And as if she knew what he’d been thinking about, she moved her own arms around him without saying a word. Fox took a step to the side, went up to his toes and then lifted one arm higher on the glass for balance. Quiet gasps of excitement reached the couple on the couch every now and then when Fox had noticed something new- a deer, a flower. Bail had hoped that after their adventurous walk through the forest earlier that Fox would be quite exhausted and ready for bed but no. The kid was full of energy even now, bouncing on his feet. It was then that lightning flashed in the sky and the deep growl of a thunder washed over them, silencing everything in its way. Bail and Breha had sat up instantly, ready to move when Fox flinched with a yelp on his lips. Their Bambino stumbled back, whirled around and the fear in their Bambino’s eyes squeezed Bail’s heart. Immediately he held out his arms as Fox toddled over to him, tiny hands reaching for him in return, seeking safety, comfort. And Bail would do anything to give this to his Bambino.

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Fox’s cheeks were bulging with the amount of food he’d tried to inhale, leaning over the table. Light flashes from other bars and diners shone through their window, painting the colorful burger in his hands into green and then red lights. Bunna had spent 13 minutes convincing Bail that Fox was allowed to eat this greasy and ‘unhealthy’ burger. He had even managed to hand Fox a sweet tasting ‘soda’ to his burger. And while Bunna, sitting opposite of him, was inhaling his own burger- Bail sat next to Fox, sighing and shaking his head. “I can still feel that bass.” He murmured and rubbed his face. His own burger and soda forgotten on the table. “I can’t believe we went into that club, got the killer and then got thrown out.” He added in disbelief and leaned back, accepting the painkiller from Bunna for his headache. “Well, Sir.” Bunna rasped and took a sip of his soda. “Others would call this a successful night of clubbing.” He finished and nearly choked on his soda at the exhausted look Bail gave him.

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From the next chapter of my original Dad Bail fic

“The Senator asked for my help, Sir.” Thorn agreed, nodding once. Fox could feel the betrayal coming his way and glanced down again. Even from behind the other’s helmet, Fox felt the judgement of his choice of clothes. In Fox’s defence- there had been no time to change back into his armor. Right after their short break in that diner, Bunna had driven them straight to HQ where the senator then had decided to stay. Because ‘I’m not letting you alone with a murderer!’ was a justified reason it seemed. Bail chuckled and shook his head. “You said our suspect was in room Six? And that he is…sleeping?”

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A bit of my deaged Fox fic AU

He blinked. The black fabric moved. He blinked again. A hand peeked out from the shirt’s collar, tipping over the helmet- it fell down his lap, rolling and then twirling in place before slowly coming to a halt. Bail swallowed, tilting his head down as he stared at the hand. It was tiny. So tiny. The fingers reached out, grabbing and fisting the front of Bail’s coat. Slowly, so slowly, the black fabric in his lap moved, wiggling and then a second hand joined the first and pulled. Bail…felt faint. “Commander?” He asked, confusion heavy in his voice. A soft whine answered and then the wiggling stopped for just a moment before it turned into a more hectic wiggling. And just as quickly it had begun, it stopped just as fast, arms now peeking out of the collar, a tight hold on Bail’s coat but nothing else. “Help?” Bail heard a young voice. Far too young. “I'm stuck.” His heartbeat skyrocketed at the sound of it.

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What had he done, Bail questioned himself but his answer had to wait when a specific noise caught his attention. Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Silence. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Bail turned off his datapad, setting it down as the sound of tiny feet on metal flooring echoed down the halfway. How had he gotten into this situation, Bail wondered yet again. By now the other guards had straightened up in their chairs, looking curiously at the doorway. He glances at his half empty mug of kaff, sighed and then turned around to face the doorway as well, waiting. They were halfway back to Coruscant and Bail had given his best to put the tiny Commander into bed hours ago. Nothing he had tried worked. Which…wasn’t a surprise, really. Bail had no idea what to do with a child, a toddler, and the other clones were no help at all. Bail had to step in several times to stop them from teaching the toddler how to handle a gun. He wouldn't make the mistake again of asking them for help. The tapping sound got louder, more hectic and Bail started to frown. “I’m here!” He called and leaned back in his chair, listening. The tapping stopped...and then continued even more panicked. A second later the tiny Commander rushed around the corner, stopping into the doorway. Fox’s eyes were wide, his skin pale and Bail grinded his teeth at how much Fox was shaking. “Come here.” He said and held out his arms. Without hesitation Fox stormed over- Bail’s tunic graced the floor, almost covering Fox’s toes. Fox held out his arms, his bottom lip trembling. Bail picked him up and set him down in his lap, letting Fox cling to him as if his life depended on it. Bail grinded his teeth again. “What’s wrong, Bambino?” He asked gently, forcing himself to calm down. Fox leaned back to look at Bail, eyes even bigger and Bail could swear he could see his own reflection in them. “He took my teeth.” The Commander whispered as if he’d seen a ghost and was too scared to speak any louder just in case said ghost would find him. Bail swallowed and began to rub Fox’s back. Maybe…maybe he shouldn’t have read him that bedtime story.

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Have some more BB Fox and Dad Bail XD

I'm almost done with the fic! But I might continue to write more about Dad|Bail and Bambino|Fox

They're just too cute

His hands clenched around the steering wheel. His eyes flicked from one moving object to the next, always focused and prepared to act. This was ridiculous, he thought. Bail slowly pushed on the breaks once he saw the lights in the distance turning yellow, planning to get the speeder to a smooth stop- and ignoring all the impatient honking behind them. He hadn’t behaved like this when he’d gotten his speeder license. Then he’d been ready to show off, speed around and try to do stunts to impress everyone- with various results. Not even driving with his wife was he this careful. There was no remotely similar situation where he’d been this careful, this…anxious. Tiny fingers played with his scarf. Tiny feet dangled over the too big seat, kicking slowly back and forth. Curious eyes looked up, watching the world around them pass by. Bail’s heart squeezed painfully at the sight of the seatbelt around the boy’s stomach, imagining that it would cut into Fox’s skin. His hands clenched even tighter around the steering wheel. Soon. Soon they were back at the apartment and he’d tell his assistant to get a seat for the kid. With every red light, with every daring speeder cutting in line at the last second- Bail felt his heart jump up into his throat while his arm surged to the side, attempting to stop the boy from flying forward. The only moment he felt relief was when he saw his apartment building in the distance. The gate of his private garage began to open the closer they came and Bail couldn’t wait to get the Bambino out of this unfitting seat. He should have asked the Jedi or the clones for a lift. That Fox seemed to have the time of his life in the meantime was more than enough to give Bail gray hairs. The Bambino kept humming that same tune like before, bundling up the scarf while looking at everything and anything- not caring about their safety like Bail was. With Coruscant in the rearview mirror, Bail steered the speeder into his garage. The speeder lowered smoothly down to the floor and Bail inhaled deeply at the relief he felt now that the kid was no longer in danger. He turned off the engine, jumped out of his speeder and speed walked around to get the cursed seatbelt off of the boy. “We’re getting you a kiddo seat, Bambino.” He told Fox and then paused at the, dare he say, disgusted expression on the kid’s face. “I know. But it’s just safer that way.” He explained and then held out his hand for the kid to take. But Fox just kept staring, eyes narrowing while his hands clenched in the scarf before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Right,” Bail murmured after another quiet moment of them just looking at each other. “My apologies- the tiny man demands a real seat.” He sighed and reached out, picking up his Bambino. “And to be carried to the couch.” “You walk too fast.” Fox murmured once he stood in the elevator, the pull of gravity doing tricks in their stomachs. Bail sighed and hugged his Bambino closer to his chest, wondering if every parent felt this exhausted. And it was barely 9 am…

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