#Corrie Dick

[crimson--freak]

constantly reminding myself atm that it’s okay to dislike a commonly-liked piece of media. It’s okay to be a hater sometimes

[isabellaofparma]

reading charlotte's interview and thinking back, actually all their arguments were pretty ugly. i guess that's what makes the relationship 'fiery', supposedly. but i don't think they have the chemistry to pull it off

like that was an ugly argument. idk how to explain but sometimes your ships argue and you go ohohoh delicious angst. but that was just. ugly

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[workingchemistry]

I’m imagining that like. Ok fox has definitely loss Corries right like they’ve been murdered and he has to file a report of damage to guard property and they won’t let him investigate or whatever so like it’s driving him insane that everyone is up in arms over One gar soldier dying when so many Corries have died and no one gives a damn like what the hell man where were the Jedi when shinies get tortured to death and then left like trash in the streets

So. Yes and no.

Everyone gets that you have to shoot another clone sometimes. It’s more that they just cannot fathom that this was the only option for Fox. Fox is the best of the batch, this is their baby. Fox is the one who bit off a trainer’s dick and Prime approved of it. Fox doesn’t kill clones even if everyone else would have, Fox especially doesn’t kill clones that could have been neutralized with a stun and Fox most certainly doesn’t kill clones that could have been neutralized with a stun on the orders of a natborn he can’t even identify.

This is a Fox who has hidden all of the 000 deaths from the rest of the far whenever possible. He truly believes that this is the easy posting and that he is an abject failure bc he’s hemorrhaging men.

Emotions are involved of course, because Fives is unique in that he has connections to a lot of the command staff, and so this is getting fast tracked as a problem but at the same time, it could have been anyone…. Cody and Wolffe just might not have jumped straight to physical violence in that case lol.

[wanderingmirror]

"Alright, that's it! Square the fuck up!"

A Coruscant Guardsman shouted, causing all attention to fall onto him. Wolffe froze at the venom in the man's voice and the hatred in his eyes.

"What?"

He asked and the Corrie rolled his eyes. He also rolled his shoulders and started bouncing, readying himself for a fight.

"I said, square the fuck up. Are you deaf or is that your ego?"

The Corrie growled. He snarled and Wolffe nearly snarled himself if it still didn't baffle him on why the Corrie was so pissed. The other clone moved into a ready stance, loose and unassuming. But the dark hatred never left the man's eyes.

"You and your boys talk so much shit about us Corries, why don't you prove it? See if you can put me on my fuckin ass. I am so sick of your bullshit. Square up, Commander! Give this pencil pusher a fuckin taste!"

The other Corries didn't seem to care that one of their own was trying to start a fight. The Wolfpack was also quite stunned that a Corrie even wanted to fight. Rule keepers and fun police an all. Master Koon stepped forward and tried to de-escalate the situation.

"Alright, I don't think this is a good way to deal with these issues-"

The Corrie growled low and long, his eyes still fixed on Wolffe with rage.

"With all due respect, Sir, I want this dick to give me a reason to let me beat the ever loving shit out of him. He talks all this bullshit about my fuckin Commander and doesn't expect me to fuckin retaliate!? The only reason I ain't beating the shit out of you now is you haven't given me just cause. So square the fuck up, Commander Shabuir!"

The Corrie was respectful towards Master Koon. But that respect ended when it came to the Wolfpack. The other clones in grey all looked at this pencil pusher in stunned shock. They had never seen a Corrie lose their temper before. And seeing it now was slightly unnerving. The Corrie started to get irritated with the continued shock.

"Oh come on! I'm giving you a fucking opening, you spineless bitch! Square up and prove you're fucking better than me! Maybe if you do, I'll start to think you're more than just a spoiled little brat!"

That set Wolffe off, he growled and charged at the Corrie without further prompting. He tackled the Corrie and tried to get him to the floor for a few punches, but all that did was cause the other man to take a few steps back. He wrapped his arms around Wolffe'e waist and lifted him up upsidedown. The Commander yelped as he was thrown to the left away from Master Koon. He hit the ground outside the Temple with a crack. His right side was throbbing in pain as the Corrie descended upon him with a fury.

He punched the sensitive right side without care for the damage dealt. His face was a snarl as he violently headbutted Wolffe when he tried to sit up and fight back. After some trouble, Wolffe finally got the upper hand. He flipped them over and returned the vicious headbutt to the Corrie, but the other man didn't seem to care that his nose was now bleeding.

"That all you got, you bitch? I've fought stronger assholes than you!"

His voice was nasally from the bleeding nose, but the snarl was still there as the Corrie expertly blocked or parried strikes. He took a few, but like before, he didn't seem to care that Wolffe was beating the shit out of him. Until the tables turned and the Corrie flipped them again, away from the steps and began to punch at the Wolfpack Commander. This continued until eventually the Corrie was pulled off Wolffe after flipping two more times. Wolffe was bleeding from his own nose and the Corrie had a black eye on top of his own bloody nose.

They both had bruises and small cuts lining their faces as they snarled at each other. The Corrie was being held back by a larger Corrie. Wolffe was kept back by Sinker and Boost. The bigger clone was in full armor, helmet and blaster too. He was holding the smaller Corrie around his waist and allowing him to wiggle about.

He was shouting insults and curses left and right, not caring that he was doing this in front of several generals including Shaak-Ti, Plo Koon, and Obi-wan Kenobi. The Generals looked heartbroken and confused at the hatred in the smaller Corrie's eyes. Shocked too, that the other Corries weren't doing anything to really stop their brother from doing this. The larger one was just holding him.

"Talk shit about my Commander behind his back around me again, and I'll make you wish you were never decanted, you fucking prick! I'll beat you so senseless that Prime himself will climb out of Hell just to laugh at you! Don't you ever disrespect my family again! You hear me, you front line bastard!?"

The other Corries ran over to the one shouting and one of them finally put a stop to the cursing and venom. If only because some children were coming over to see what the noise was. The Corrie growled lowly and the larger one just sighed as he lifted the smaller into a more secure hold. The group soon left, all but one. He walked up to Master Koon.

"I won't apologize for my brother's actions or words, but I am sorry you and the other Jetii had to see that. It should have been dealt with in a more private way. I apologize."

The Corrie said and ran off. Tension in his shoulders signalling his obvious discomfort at having to be alone. Wolffe was still trying to calm down from the small fight. Still suffering from the shock at how brutal and vicious the other guy was. His anger cooled into something like awe and wonder at how strong the guy was in order to lift him up like that armor and all.

"Fuck me, I didn't even get his comm number!"

Wolffe finally groaned and Boost snorted. The tension fell away with the laughter and teasing.

~~

Gatz was still fumming when they arrived back to HQ. Bloody nose and black eye all but forgotten as he went straight to his Commander's office, poking his head in. Finding Fox half asleep in his chair, Gatz walked over and sat down on the old couch they had brought into the office. He sighed and texted Dogma that he was in Fox's office. Neither he nor Fox spoke, mostly because Fox could already see and put together what had happened.

"Who?"

The older clone asked and Gatz just huffed quietly.

"Fuckin Wolffe. Bitching about you not being there for the End of the War Drunk fest. Talking about how you had a stick up your ass and how you should really stop being so cold and strict. Really, you'd think by now they'd learn to keep their damn mouths shut!"

Gatz vented and Fox just sighed softly. Nothing pissed the Corrie ARC off more than any form of disrespect towards the Guard. He had nearly been decommed for it. Had been reconned for it twice but the memories always came back after getting a look around HQ. No one really understood how, but they didn't question it. Not wanting it to stop working and risk losing Gatz forever.

The ARC was one of the few really old Corries. That list had grown so short only five people were still on it. Fox, Thorn, Chalk, Thire, and a medic named Word. The only medic the Guard officially claimed due to more and more restrictions and thinly vailed threats to transfer. But now they barely had to worry about it with Chancellor Bail Organa put forth reforms to help with their struggles.

Ritz had to drag Stitches away from the medbay to rest after he had ordered every Guard in for a thorough check up. Having gotten a fully restocked medical bay after three full years. Never had Fox seen the medic so close to his old self. The first CMO of the 501st. Before Kix. But that was the closest they would ever get to seeing the veteran medic. Stress had a way of bringing the darker half of the medic out, and not in a pleasant way.

Dogma entered the room with a scowl that matched his buir's own fierce one. Fox snorted as Gatz flushed in embarrassment.

"The medbay should have been your first destination. Why did Chalk enter the bay alone if you had injuries?"

Dogma growled and Gatz flushed more as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Not used to having a full stocked medbay yet. Was really just given you a heads up since I did remember that the Doc was getting some rest."

Gatz sat still as Dogma healed his wounds. Fox just sighed at the other clone's antics to get the medic's attention. Though the injuries weren't really a part of Gatz' obvious plan to win over the other. He did try to keep his wounds to a minimum. But his temper was a short fused one. Easily triggered. Dogma still helped even when it looked like he wanted to throttle the ARC.

While the rest of the treatment was done in silence, the ARC was quietly watching the medic with this love struck expression. Dogma finished working on his broken nose and Gatz hissed at his poking at the black eye.

"Try to keep out of trouble for a while, Gatz. I don't think Buir would be happy that his new supplies have mostly been used on you."

Gatz nodded and the room lapsed into silence again. But it was broken by a soft snore, pulling both of their attentions over to Fox who looked to have fallen asleep. They smiled, leaving the room quietly after covering the Commander in a blanket.

Gatz parted ways with Dogma along the way to the medbay and then the barracks where he flopped down on his bunk. He grinned and closed his eyes, planning on just going crazy against the GAR the next time they talked shit about his family.

Gatz knew that it would be fun to put them to rights the rough way.

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

Corrie Week: Day 5: Fix-it/Cockwarming

Did I mean to do both prompts? No. Did it happen anyway? Yes.

This one is shorter than my previous ones because Danny Phantom/DC fics have taken over my life and I need to READ.

Anyway. I don't think it's like...graphic sex but there is definitely mentions cause I mean...cockwarming :D

Should also mention that this is in my TOUCHED universe :D

“There is a reason why you were banned from Chancellor Sitting Duty, but I have to be honest, I wasn’t expecting this to happen.”

Fox smiled blandly as his CMO walked in to the wrinkly raisin’s office, keeping his eyes completely on the Commander as he did. Hex ignored the black smudge and smoking robes on the floor like he was being paid to.

“What did happen?” Thorn stuck his head in the office, keeping his body outside the door as he pulled a stank face at what was left of the Chancellor.

“Something something universal domination blah blah using the vode something blah Sith.” Fox answered, idling picking at the drying blood from his fingers, shivering at the image of Quinlan smiling softly at him as he did.

Hex was on him in short order, tutting and tsking over the various bumps and bruises Fox has gotten since he decided to try and blackmail the Chancellor.

His leg was bleeding pretty badly, so his CMO shucked the armor plates and handed them to Fox, who took them with his bare hands like a besom.

The last time he was with Quinlan for any good length of time was still imprinted there, flashing delightful images of Fox on his knees before the Jedi and holding his cock still in his mouth while Quinan finished up datawork.

It was a good memory.

That’s why Fox had been saving it.

Maybe this was a good enough reason to lose himself in what he was seeing, Fox really wasn’t up for a Hex lecture right about now.

So, he focused on the vision.

Looking up at Quinlan’s hot as kriff serious face and the heavy weight of his thick dick on his tongue, the…serenity that it brought him just sitting there for an hour or two.

Then of Quinlan slowly kriffing him against his desk, soft and smooth and oh so perfect when Fox was limp and pliable.

Fox is fairly sure that Quinlan avoids having anything else touch his desk for the sole purpose of reliving that memory as often as he could.

It was a good one.

“I can’t believe you killed the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Kriff, Fox, you’re my Force damned hero.” Thorn breathed out, finally coming into the smelly office.

“Well I didn’t do it on purpose. Would have been much more dramatic if I had time to plan it out.” Fox hummed, carefully petting the leg armor in his hand and relishing the bursts of sound and images of that one time in Quinlan’s office.

“And you would have told me about it so I wouldn’t be walking in on a literal murder scene and contaminating evidence.” Hex grumbled as he bandaged up the few leaking cuts Fox still had on his legs and his hips.

“Technically it’s not murder, you know, considering we’re property and the law doesn’t apply to us.” Thorn piped in and Fox couldn’t help but grin about it.

Hex, of course, just glared at Thorn until the other commander raised his hands and backed off.

“Legality aside,” Fox looked down at Hex (weird), “who exactly are they going to convict with a blood sample that matches millions of Vode?”

Hex and Thorn both turned to look at Fox with matching incredulous stares.

“Holy kark. We could have all been getting away with murder this whole time! We can literally give every vod an alibi by virtue of being a vod! If you hadn’t of killed the Chancellor this could have changed the game!” Thorn got more and more working up until his hands and arms were flapping happily by his shoulders.

“Still not murder.” Fox mentioned, hissing at the slight stick of alcohol in his cuts.

“I refuse to deal with this. Call your trash tooka Jedi to take care of it. I am retiring as CMO, taking my disaster duo, and going to live somewhere I don’t have to put up with any of this osik.” Hex growled, angrily finishing his wrap job and looking over Fox for any more hiding wounds, it wouldn’t be the first time Fox had successfully hidden one from his CMO.

“You wouldn’t do that, Hex. You’d miss Fox’s special brand of dinii too much.”

Fox sighed and let himself sink further into the memory. He’d done enough peopling for today, time to enjoy some hyper-realistic memories of Quinlan kriffing the noise out of his head. He deserved it.

[kaminocasey]

Must Love Massiffs

Summary: You meet an unexpected person at the park who happens to have a massiff just like you.

Pairing: Sergeant Hound x GN!Reader

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Name calling.

A/N: If you can't tell, I got this idea from the romcom "Must Love Dogs" starring Diane Lane and John Cusack lol. I'm a diehard romantic. Always. Anyway, I'd not written anything for Hound yet, so here we are! <3

Your day hadn’t started off well. First, you got let go from your job at the bank that you had worked at for the last six years. Then, you spilled your coffee all over your new leather seats of your speeder. And finally, your massiff, Zio, had gotten out and ran down your street toward the park so now, you’re chasing after her trying to make sure she doesn’t scare someone or get run over. 

A great fucking day, right? Just the absolute best. What next?

“Zio!” You call out, losing her out of your sight. 

“This fucking massiff.” You grumble. “I knew I should have taken the lazy tooka home…” 

You grumble, but you love Zio with your entire heart. Normally, she’d wait for you to put her leash on, so the fact that she ran out the door like that kind of worries you.

“WOAH! DOWN BOY!” You hear someone in the park shout. “DOWN GRIZZER!”

You turn around and start running immediately, seeing Zio sniffing out another excited massiff and his Coruscant Guard owner. 

“Zio, down!” You yell, a little afraid that this guy could hurt Zio or even arrest you.

You really didn’t know much about the Coruscant Guard other than they were basically glorified detectives and worked closely with the chancellor, senate, and Jedi. People you didn’t really care much for. “Do you mind?” The clone snaps at you in a rude, modulated voice. “Don’t you know what a leash is?” 

You glare at him, pulling Zio back toward you, leashing her. “Obviously that’s what I was trying to do, thanks.” “This is a leash-only park.” The Corrie tells you, ignoring your comment.

“Yeah, I know, asshole.” You finally get her to sit. “She ran out and I’ve been chasing her for six blocks. You gonna arrest me or something? Because if not, I’ve got places to be.” 

You get a look at his intricately decorated helmet. It’s different from any Corrie helmet you’ve ever seen. It actually looks really cool, but you’re not gonna tell this asshole that. It has grey and white jags with a red V that goes down over the visor from the top. It’s interesting. But unfortunately, the helmet belongs to a dick.

“Okay, great.” You nod when he says nothing, walking Zio away. “Let’s go, Zio.” 

When you get to the edge of the park and let Zio do her business there, you look back at the Corrie and he’s still watching you with a tilted head. Whatever. You turn back around and then head home once Zio is done. 

“You’re rotten, you know that?” You talk to her, shaking your head. 

She looks back at you slightly, clearly pleased with herself. 

“Sorry, girl. It’s been a long day…” You sigh. 

When you get home, you let Zio off the leash and feed her dinner then go and sit down on the couch. 

Now what? Job hunting… that’s what.

When Zio is done scarfing down her dinner, she comes and lays on the couch with you, putting her head on your lap, sweetly, as you search the holonet for the help wanted ads.

“It’s impossible to stay upset with you, you know that?” You pet her scaly skin and she rolls over so you can rub her belly. “I think you do actually know that.”

The next day, on your walk with Zio you can’t help but wonder if that Corrie from yesterday will be there. Not that you particularly care, you just want to steer clear of him.

You sit down on the park bench, pulling out your book after you make sure to clip Zio to the bench. 

“Zio, sit.” You tell her. 

She does and you give her a treat, patting her on the head and then open your book. While you read a couple chapters of your book, she lays at your feet, enjoying the warm Coruscant sun on her scaly skin. 

“Good girl.” You pat her again and then go back to your book.

“Um, excuse me.” You hear a familiar voice that you were really hoping to not hear. 

This time the voice wasn’t modulated, though. With a roll of your eyes, you sit your book down and look up at the Corrie. Except you were expecting a regular looking clone. Not an incredibly handsome bearded one with longer blond highlighted hair that’s pulled back out of his face.

To say you're stunned is an understatement. You’re practically speechless and you know your jaw must be on the ground. 

“Hi.” He smiles. “We met yesterday?” 

You look down at his massiff, you think his name was Grizzer, he’s got on his leash. Grizzer sniffs at Zio, who seems uninterested today. Maybe she was unimpressed after yesterday.

“I remember. Are you here to arrest me today?” You look up at him with a straight face.

“Actually, I came to bring you this.” He offers you a cup of caf. “We got off on the wrong foot.”

“Yeah, you were a bit of an asshole.” You nod. 

“I was… I’m sorry.” He continues to hold the caf out for you. “It was a bit of a rough day yesterday.”

“Yeah, me too…” You take the cup from him and scoot down the bench a bit as a way of asking him to sit. “Sorry about that.”

He nods and sits a little bit away from you, giving you space, and clips Grizzer to the bench. Zio sits up again, staring at Grizzer and the Corrie, still deciding if they’re a threat.

“No uh, helmet today?” You ask him, taking a sip of the caf, which is black. 

You reach into your bag for a few sweetener packets and then put the empty packets into your jacket pocket to throw away at home. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know how you took it.” The Corrie apologizes. 

“No worries. I always keep sweetener packets on me for when strangers offer me caf.” You smile finally. 

“Really?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No.” You chuckle.

He lets out a laugh, which you unfortunately can’t help but notice is nice and makes you smile a bit more.

“But yeah, no helmet today. I was um… hoping I’d run into you today and I didn’t want you to see me as a threat.” He admits.

Oh. “That’s very… thoughtful.” You nod.

He pats Grizzer on the head and then looks at you again. “I’m Hound.” 

You tell him your name and he smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you. Again, that is.” 

“Likewise. And this is Grizzer?” You nod at the massiff which is still sitting with his tongue hanging out, still watching Zio.

“Yeah. My good ol’ boy.” He rubs Grizzer’s head again. “Zio, right?” 

You nod, touched that he remembered her name. “Yeah.” 

“Well, it’s really good to meet you both.” He grins. 

You both sit there and sip your caf in comfortable silence, watching as your massiffs both lay back down, not missing that they’re pointed toward each other. 

“Is it okay if I ask why you had a rough day?” Hound asks after a while.

“Oh… I lost my job… and then spilled caf in my speeder… and then this brat got out.” You nod down at Zio before looking at him again. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He tells you.

You can tell he’s genuinely sorry. You shrug, though. 

“I’ll figure it out.” You look out at the park.

“What did you do?” He asks.

“I worked at a bank as a teller for the last six years.” You sigh. “It wasn’t the greatest job in the entire world, but I’m fluent in many languages and I enjoyed seeing different people every day, you know?”

“Well… um… I know that my commander was looking to hire a receptionist for the chancellor.” Hound tells you. “If that’s something you’d be interested in?”

It’s sweet that he’s thinking of you like this, but you hate Palpatine. The man is a creep and gives you extremely bad vibes. Anytime you see him on the news, you can’t help but think that he looks like he’d be a villain in a movie.

“Yeah, no. I hate that guy.” You smile. “But thank you… seriously.” 

“So do we.” Hound shrugs. “Hate him, that is…”

You admire his honesty. You’d not dealt with many clones so you don’t have much to compare him to, but you’re surprised you’re enjoying Hound’s company. 

“He doesn’t care about the clones… just wants us to win his war.” Hound finishes his coffee and looks down at Grizzer.

Your heart breaks for him, this man you don’t really know. Him and the other clones. You’re not ignorant. You know that people don’t treat them like the human being that they are. It’s not right.

“Well, I better get home. I have to get cracking on the job hunting.” You tell him, not making a move to get up.

You don’t exactly want to leave, but you really do have a bit of a busy day planned. 

“If you’re not too busy in the morning… There’s this great breakfast spot near the Senate Dome that allows Grizzer in… I’m sure they’d let Zio in too?” He asks, taking a sip of his caf.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I am.” He grins. “Even though you think I’m an asshole.”

“Used to…” You laugh. “But yes. Breakfast sounds nice.” 

You pull out an old business card, write your comm channel on it, and give it to Hound. 

“Send me the details.” You smile, unclipping Zio and standing up.

Hound does the same with Grizzer. “I’ll send you the deets.”

You chuckle. “Can’t wait.”

Turning with Zio, you start walking but hear Hound say “Grizz… did I really just say ‘deets’? Maker, I’m such a di’kut.”

You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you continue walking home, already looking forward to the next morning.

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[dangraccoon]

So Close

Day 3 ~ Set up for failure ~ Wrongfully Arrested ~ "I Warned You ~

Fives

Word Count: 968 Content: manipulation, major character death, mental abuse, mind games, sheev being an asshole, Anakin Skywalker Don't Be A Dick For Five Minutes Challenge (Impossible), Bio Chip Arc, TCW s06e04 Orders, Fox doesn't kill Fives

“Stand down, soldier!” Fox barked. “Stand down!”

“No, no, no!” Fives cried, his hands up. “Stay back!”

“Don’t, Fives,” Rex pleaded, his hands slamming against the shield.

“Get this ray shield off!” General Skywalker ordered.

One of the Corries looked around briefly before aiming his rifle at the shield generator above them, disabling it immediately.

Rex tackled Fives as Fox and the Guards closed in.

“Rex!” Fives begged as Fox secured binders around his wrists. “You can’t let them take me! The- the chancellor– he’ll kill me!”

“Stow it,” Anakin scowled. “The chancellor wouldn’t do that.”

“It’s alright, Fives,” Rex assured him, his hand never leaving his brother’s shoulder. “We’re going to get you the help you need.”

The Guards hauled him to his feet and led him away while Fives sobbed protests.

“General,” Fox stood at attention. “Will you be needing transport?”

“No, Commander,” Skywalker shook his head. “But keep me posted on his status.”

“Yes, sir,” Fox answered, giving a nod to the General, and another to Rex, before turning away and getting on the transport.

Rex watched helplessly as the Guard took him. His heart was pounding. Something wasn’t right in a way he struggled to articulate.

He shuffled to a crate and sat, holding his head in his hands.

“Rex,” Skywalker said.

“I don’t understand,” Rex murmured. “Fives is a good man– a good soldier. I- I don’t understand what happened. What happened on Kamino?”

Skywalker sighed. “He’s sick, Rex,” he said. “Whatever infected Tup must have gotten to him, too.” 

Rex shook his head. “No, something isn’t right,” he insisted. “Fives wouldn’t try to kill the chancellor– he just wouldn’t.”

-

Fives was surprised when he woke up. He’d expected that when the medic at the detainment center injected him, it would be some merciful, yet lethal substance, not a sedative.

His head spun as he looked around the room. It was all too familiar.

“N-no, wait,” he muttered. 

This was the room. This was where he begged the chancellor to listen to him. It’s where Palpatine revealed so much to him.

“Let me out,” he begged the members of the Coruscant Guard he could see. “He- he’ll kill me! Please, brothers!”

“They cannot hear you and will not be releasing you, trooper,” a calm voice snarled from behind him. He strode in front of him. Palpatine.

“In fact,” he said, turning to his security team. “Wait outside.”

One of the guards seemed to startle. “But, sir-”

“The trooper has been adequately secured,” Palpatine waved off his concern. “I will be fine.”

“Yes, sir,” the guard said, and he and the others left. 

Palpatine watched them go until the doors closed behind them. He then turned to face his prisoner.

“You’ve caused quite a stir, trooper,” he said pleasantly. “You’ve nearly created a mess for me to clean up. Nearly.”

“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Fives grunted, pulling slightly at his restraints.

“Don’t you worry,” Palpatine cooed, his voice as sweet as honey. “We’ll get to that part all in due time.”

Fives watched as the chancellor took a seat in a chair that had been set for him.

“First, however, I wanted to grant your wish.”

Before Fives could ask what he meant, Palpatine produced a data stick from his sleeve.

“This is an audio recording of our previous conversation,” he explained.

Fives’ eyes widened. 

“Now, where were we?” the Chancellor hummed. “I must tell you; you’ve created quite the problem for me.”

Fives blinked. “Sir?”

“You see, you’ve nearly uncovered a plot that dates back to before you were even created,” he said, holding up the slides containing Fives and Tup’s chips. “I had these organic chips created by the Kaminoans to be implanted into every clone trooper created for the Republic.”

Fives’ head was spinning. “Sir, I don’t–”

“Every clone trooper in the galaxy has one of these in their head. Save for you, now,” he tipped his head to Fives. “You’re probably wondering ‘why’, yes?”

“Yes,” Fives repeated breathlessly.

“It’s simple really,” Palpatine sneered. “I wish to see the downfall of the Republic, and with it, the entire Jedi Order.”

Fives felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. This man wanted to destroy everything he and his brothers were built to protect.

“These marvels of bioengineering are to help with this plan. You see, this entire war between the Republic and the Separatists; it’s all a farce. Think about it. An entire army, trained and ready to fight at the very moment the Separatists attack? Your entire existence is all a part of my grand plan. You and all the other clones were created for one purpose and one purpose only; to kill the Jedi.”

Fives felt like he was going to be sick. Clones killing the Jedi? They were their Generals, their commanders, their friends! They couldn’t just betray them like that. “Why- why are you telling me this?”

“Because you will not live long enough to tell a soul, not that anyone would believe you,” Palpatine grinned. “Guards, kill him.”

If Fives couldn’t get the chips, he could get this data stick as evidence. General Ti and General Skywalker would have to believe him then. He pulled harder at his restraints.

“This is all you need to clear your name, and save the galaxy from falling into the hands of a Sith Lord,” Palpatine sneered.

Fives watched as the self-proclaimed Sith dropped the data stick to the floor, his heart and hope shattering along with it as Palpatine smashed it beneath his foot.

“I warned you,” Palpatine snickered. “You weren’t believed, were you? And now? Now you will die. Not as a hero, but as only a number. A clone who went mad.”

The last thing Fives saw was a flash of lightning.

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[wantonlywindswept]

@lucdarling replied to your post “so all of the fic where the GAR and Coruscant...”:

pls give me your fic recs, friend. this sounds very relevant to my interests.

​oh heckie yes i got u boo @lucdarling

Fics Being Mean to the Coruscant Guard:

Two Strikes / Crowning Glory A variety of steps Cody takes to ensure the Guard doesn't get abused as horribly -- Fox and his men might not be on the front lines, but they're still Vod'e -- and their consequences.

linking to the first fic in the series, the story starts out mostly with Cody being a slut (affectionate) but then goes on to get into the Tragedy of Darth Plageius the Coruscant Guard and Fixing It and tbh if you read nothing else read this series it is So Good. make sure to follow the links, things are slightly confusing and non-sequential if you don't

it also actually addresses post-trauma stuff too which is AMAZING, yes def read this but be sure to put some time aside for it the series is like 500k and you Will want to read it all in one sitting and then you might get yelled at by your wife for not sleeping for three days or that might just be me, 100/10

Galaxy-Saving Memes You can only access the page if you're GAR. The Coruscant Guard decides to infiltrate it because they are tired of being ignored, and honestly? Their memes are way better. Or, the Guard saves millions of lives through stupid internet posts.

second on the 'if nothing else read this' list, unless you dislike epistolary stories, in which case you can skip. but it is short and it is fucking HILARIOUS which you would think wouldn't be possible given the subject matter but no, it is great, 100/10

The Adoption Wars The only thing stronger than the dark side is Rex's ability to get adopted. Or: the one where Rex would really like everyone to know that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Oh, and Fox finally gets to kill a sith.

only somewhat about Being Mean to the Guard but by god it is cute and adorable but also makes you Feel Emotions, excellent story 10/10

Their Days Are Darker After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done. He is very, very wrong.

so this is heartbreaking in the whole 'doesn't understand that what is happening is wrong' kind of way and tbh Cody is a little bit more of a dick than i usually imagine him but it is still Quite Excellent 10/10

exploitation, hesitation The Coruscant Guard makes a mistake while working with the 212th Attack Battalion. Fox prepares to take the heat.

EXCELLENT writing with the whole 'pov character thinks one thing is happening while outside characters Definitely Do Not', fox is so self-sacrificing which is why and how we love him 10/10

learning solitude It's a gradual, insidious thing, Fox's absorption into the Chancellor's office. The Chancellor wants a clone commander of his own, so he gets one. All Fox gets is a position far away from his brothers, a lesson in how to work around natborns who detest his very existence, and a seemingly endless list of monotonous jobs to keep him occupied through all his waking hours and beyond. Fox misses Kamino.

less Guard more Fox, but man what a way to emotionally stab you in the face! lots of gaslighting and manipulation and it is part of a series but the series also gets Extremely Dark at the end before having a recovery/happy ending, so ymmv 10/10

Blood Iron Fox has seen many things seized during raids. Illegal weapons, Spice and other assorted of banned drugs, slaves, carnivorous beasts trained for the fighting rings, the list goes on. Nothing prepared him for finding beskar among the crates of contraband and bad life choices.

so much worldbuilding fuck yeah! semi-the mandalorian crossover, the Guards have it Real Fucking Rough but then they run into some traditional mandos with hearts of gold beskar, v excellent 10/10

i'm sure there are others! well i know there are others, but these are the ones i remember standing out/have read so far. all of these have happy endings, i wouldn't do that to you (and tbh don't really read stuff w/o happy endings myself)

go forth and read whump!

[enigmatist17]

More late night clone wings!au stuff

Apparently me having a good drink tends to make me think of them lol

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the armor for the wings are made from the same stuff their main body armor is, though tempered to be a bit lighter for flight

- speaking of flight, most clones don't get a chance to fly until they leave Kamino, and it's discovered the best way for it to happen at first is in the hangar bay's with the grav shut off

-- it's not quite the same, but they don't trust the Jetti at first, so they make do

--- Master Di accidentally walks in on a session, and finds it quite intriguing as he watches the more experienced clones guide the shinies through basic flight instructions. Keeli nearly has a heart attack when he finds himself suddenly pulled down when telling shinies how one would glide, and the general moves his commander through the air after they share a look

Within a few weeks training in zero-g takes on a practical turn as Jetti help give weight or the right nudge to help strengthen their flying moves. They prefer to find planets, but obviously they always can't find the time (and the Jedi really don't mind helping, it's a morale booster to see their men so happy)

their wings all start off an ashy white, but when they begin to serve and fight, every clone finds their wings take on colors that match their personality and feelings. Lighter colors were found on the troopers who always smiled and did their best to make their brothers do the same, the darker colors were for the jaded who did what they could to protect their batchmates.

-- Cody is the first one to gain an intense color, his wings all but shining gold when he sees his first sunrise, and lets awed troopers touch the colored feathers, as if trying to see if the color would spread

The first Jetti to help tend to an injured trooper who can't preen himself is a padawan. The trooper is tense while (surprisingly) skilled hands ease tangled feathers back into place and shake out the dust that's gathered, and only relaxes when the padawan stops, much to their intrigue.

---> Jocasta finds an influx of curious padawan and masters alike to seem to have all found interest in birds at the same time, but puts two and two together easily enough. If she also takes a look some time to tend to the clones that guarded the Temple from time to time? Well no one needs to know

-----> it takes the clones a while to even let the Jetti tend to them, but ever so slowly it happens either by choice or if injured troopers ask for the aid. Not everyone gets the chance, but those who do are usually honored to help with such a guarded task. Plo is pretty much the only exception, Wolffe and the others having taken the Jetti and taught him what to do, and their buir is only too happy to learn.

Speaking of my Corrie's, they're restricted more than most of the other clones because Palps is a dick, and if they're not in their barracks, it's expected they keep said wings close and out of sight

--> Fox hates it, but until something happens (and no he's not in the process of killing the old bastard yet) he can't fight it. Bail and other senators help provide short moments for the Guard to stretch/fly when they can, but its not too often

----> Fox doesn't kill Palpatine this time, no he sits back when the other Commanders storm the senate building after Fox nearly loses his wing to the Sith, and all fly up and drop the man right into one of those giant thruster things(?) from the movie and make sure he's dead before celebrating

I just think they're neat, now I'm gonna go and sleep <3

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Ficlet about a little bit of nothing, corrie guard Blaze and Vorn having a lighthearted conversation during patrol, and oh, there is unhealthy amount of mention of piss.

Wordcount around 700.

Gems of the Republic

(The Clone Wars)

“Hey, LT! CHECK THIS OUT!!!”

Blaze’s overenthusiastic voice screeched through the inner channel of the radio which made Vorn sneer from annoyance. Staying on guard while on patrol duty as your brother relieved himself in a semi-public place was not something he enjoyed nor approved. But here they were. Gems of the Republic. Using Coruscant’s alleyways as their personal fresher. Something to boast about to the starboys.

“I’m not interested seeing your dick, Di’kut!” Answered Lieutenant in the comm. “And don’t shout.”

Blaze ran back from the alleyway, with one hand still readjusting his codpiece, and fingers entwined over some object in the other.

“Sorry, LT, got excited.”

“What? From peeing?”

“Wha- no, ew, no??? Look!” Blaze excitedly held out his hand, a credit chip shined on the top of his palm. “Ten creds!”

The helmet may hid their faces but Vorn knew that his kih’vod grinned like an idiot. He carefully looked around then he reached out and folded Blaze’s fingers over the credit chip to hide it from prying eyes.

“Put away. We shouldn’t have money on us anyway.”

“I will see the civvie who will call me out for owning money found by trash bin.”

Blaze stashed the chip in one of his pockets then proceeded to close the gap between him and Vorn who was already on their established route. Lazy day on Triple Z, they call it. Sometimes the very presence of the Guard was enough to make citizens think twice before acting out.

Vorn spoke in their inner channel.

“You really should check yourself out with Headshot.”

“Why?”

“Peeing during duty? Unacceptable.”

“Are you just shaming me for having bodily needs?”asked Blaze with mild discomfort by the fact that he has to do with anything with the medbay, but also because Vorn was chewing on his skin again.

“I’m shaming you,” said Vorn with such pompous manner he could pass as a senator “because you are supposed to hold it till the shift’s end. Or at least reaching the guard post and not urinating in the middle of the city. When we were deployed to Geonosis, we had to hold back for at least 30 hours, no pee-breaks.”

The anecdote of Vorn made Blaze’s eye roll and blink so hard, the motion activated his helmet screen and his schedule shifted from the right corner before his eyes. He dismissed it with a quick blink as well.

“You are just shitting me” he scoffed.

“Nu draar!”

Old troopers and their mando’a. But Blaze started to get a hang of it now for a while. “Nah, you totally shitting me. How come your balls didn't explode from all that piss?”

“My balls.”

“Duuuh?”

“Fucking hell.”

“Nah, I don’t buy it” declared Blaze and quickly lost interest in Vorn’s warstories, given that Vorn always had something to make it a lesson for a completely unrelated issue. He was pretty sure, half of them aren’t even true. He wanted to ask about it but Vorn was quicker.

“Speaking of buying, what are you going to do with the creds?”

“Hmmm,” Blaze pondered a bit “I always wanted to try that cafshop near the Market. You know, where they sign your name on the cups.”

“That’s nice.” nodded Vorn.

“Yeah! I could buy you one too!”

“Don’t waste your money on me” Vorn scoffed by the idea, but gentle warmness swirled around his whole upperbody, and he was glad the helmet hid his reddened face. Being taken care of is not something he expected but very much welcomed, though his mouth told otherwise. “It’s yours after all.”

“Alright, then I ask Lily” shrugged Blaze, but his voice was full of tease.

“What-! You little shit, that’s how you treat your Ori’vod!”

“SELF-PROCLAIMED Ori’vod! I just let you tag along with me because no one can stand you and your warstories. Speaking of which… I should ask Fox if he ever peed in the sands of Geonosis.”

“Okay I thought we had been over the piss-topic” Vorn sighed. “How about you just don’t.”

“Too late I already asked him.”

“Me’ven?!” gasped Vorn in disbelief.

“CorrieNet. I asked him.”

The hidden application of the CorrieNet appeared as Vorn brought it before his eyes with the very recent post by Blaze, 24 seconds ago.

@Pyromantic - Blaze CT-9133 14:32

[@CommanderCaf, sir, have you ever peed in the sands of Geonosis?]

Yet again, gems of the Republic.

Mando'a Di’kut - Idiot kih’vod - Little brother/sister Nu draar! - No way/absolutely not/not in the world! Ori’vod - Big brother/sister Me’ven?! - What?! (expression of disbelief)

You can read about more about the CorrieNet here, the CG-exclusive social media platform, but because this is a shared concept between me and @ithillia in our stories and RPs, please don't use it under this name. Please reblog, if you enjoyed it, my corrie blorbos will be over and back!!! And I planned to do a little continuation for it with them actually go to that cafshop, if you are interested, throw me a comment so I can tag you when it's finished! :)

[dixieconley]

My clone OCs, pt 1

All about Triage and Deece (Corries, medic and shiny respectively).

How did they get their name? Was it given to them, or did they choose it? Both chose theirs. Deece's is a dick joke. He thought it was funny. Triage chose a medical themed name because he's a medic. He's good at triage, which is ironic, because he's ended up on Coruscant where they can't treat anything.

How do they paint their armor? Why did they choose that design? Same Corrie red design as everyone else, with a medic sigil for Triage.

What kinds of scars do they have? How did they earn their first one? Deece doesn't while Triage has none he'll admit to.

How do they react to the loss of a sibling they were close to? Deece's bounce went out of him when his batch stopped responding once he got to Coruscant. He gets a little less bouncy every day he's on Triple Zero. Triage made a stone out of his heart.

Do they have plans or dreams for after the war? If so, what? Deece would like to try porn and food shaped as phallic symbols. He's innocently curious about everything. Triage doesn't believe in the end of the war.

Do they have any tattoos or piercings? If so, what? When did they get them, and why? Deece has a penis shaped nose ring. He was dared to do it by his batchmates. It's his one good memory of them. Triage has none.

Are they a good liar? What's the biggest lie they've told, and did they get away with it? Deece would be a terrible liar, knows it and wouldn't lie anyway. The way he acts when he doesn't want to say something would give it away regardless. Triage would be an excellent liar, but doesn't bother.

What's the most difficult campaign or mission they've been on? Was it a success? For Deece, just being on 000. For Triage, getting Fox to practice any form of self-care. Both are somewhat successful.

What's their greatest fear? How would they react to encountering it? Deece is afraid of lots of little things and wouldn't be able to name one big fear. He's pure sunshine up until something trips him up and then he's a ball of anxiety. Triage won't admit to any, having ruthlessly buried them under an attitude of general irritation shortly after seeing his first cadet die on the table while still on Kamino

Is there someone they look up to? Is it someone they know personally? Why do they look up to that person? Deece looks up to Fox, who's the bravest bestest, smartest commander in the whole wide galaxy who you never ever want to cross and who can do anything. Triage also respects Fox, but because Fox just won't die and that's impressive given what Fox has gone through.

What's their proudest moment? For Deece, successfully running a personal errand for Fox. For Triage, improvising a working treatment for Fox's out-of-whack brain chemistry using drugs from the lower levels.

What's an embarrassing moment they still remember years later? Deece still blushes thinking about the time when he not only told a natborn female about his nose ring but also asked her if they made candy versions. Triage would never admit to embarrassment even if such a thing had hypothetically occurred.

What kinds of non-ration foods have they tried? What's their favorite? Deece has tried sugar cubes. The Senate keeps loads of them in their break rooms and it's easy to sneak one or two as long as only one trooper does it and it's only once every week or so. Most of them have tried them now and they're considered quite the treat. Triage has tried a number of items from the lower levels in the process of finding replacements for the medical items they don't have. He didn't find any of them edible. The Corries also supplement their meager rations with easily grown items like fungi and any vermin that don't go toward feeding the massiffs. The sugar cubes win hands down.

How often do they end up in medbay? Are they a good patient, or a pain to treat? Deece goes for required check-ups and to visit vod'e. He's a good patient, if a little excitable. Triage is a medic, so he's always in the medbay. He thinks of himself as a pain to treat, because if he needs treatment, then that means his job isn't getting done.

Do they like their Commander/General? Why or why not? Deece worships Fox. Triage would refuse to admit one way or the other, but despite how aggravating it is to take care of someone who doesn't want to be taken care of, he respects Fox and wants to keep him sane and in one piece.

What does their genuine laugh sound like? Is it a loud cackle, or more of a deep chuckle? Deece has a tenor chuckle, but giggles and tee hees as well. When he grows up a little, he'll have an appealing laugh. Triage doesn't laugh.

Would they ever want to own a pet? What kind? What would they name it? Deece timeshares the Guard's tookas and makes time to scritch the massiffs whenever he can. According to everyone who's learned his name, he shouldn't be allowed to name anything ever. Triage vehemently protests wanting a pet and lists all the reasons he could never take care of one, but one of the tookas comes to sleep on him regularly and he calls them Alor'ika.

How closely do they follow rules/regulations? Deece adheres to them right up to the point where they fly out of his pretty little head; when he gets enthused, all thought disappears. It gets him into trouble. Triage learned the regs then promptly discarded them. And in the medbay, he *makes* the rules.

What are they best at? Shooting, flying, demolitions, etc.? Deece doesn't have a specialty yet. He's good with people, but puppyishly awkward, which is deadly on Coruscant, so Fox keeps him away from the Senate. Hound tried him with the massiffs, but Deece is incapable of projecting authority and they won't listen to him. Triage is a superb CMO.

If they collected something, what would it be? Deece collects dick related items. Triage collects headaches.

Would/Do they ever wear makeup? A lot or a little? Neither do.

What’s one thing they could infodump about for hours? Deece wouldn't be able to stick to a single topic for more than five minutes, but will happily chatter about anything and everything for as long as someone's willing. Triage would happily rant about Fox, taking care of Fox, primitive medical expedients and the overall wretched quality of medicine on 000.

[thatcutenerdygirl]

Well, it was the Riddler.

The new WFA, in my opinion, was god for what it was made to be. I feel like it was supposed to be one that gave information.

I enjoyed seeing Duke, knowing he's alive and well, but I miss Damion. I'm glad that not all of them are like "Yeah dude, I'm fine with fighting this demon clown while waiting to be blamed by your adopted father a murder! :)"

But Dick, you said THAT THEY CAN BACK DOWN AT ANY TIME. NOT ANYMORE!

Anyways, THE OUTLAWS ARE BACK!!!! YES!!!! All beautifully done, might I add. And Corrie is perfectly done!

(Also, just saw the new picture thing for the newest fast past, AND DID JAMES GORDON DIE!)

[solaris-girl]

100-ish classics and must-reads

solaris girl's list of 100 must-reads :-)

( bold = read. constantly updating!)

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 

1984 - George Orwell 

Animal Farm - George Orwell

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

The Hobbit - J.R.R Tolkien

Lord of the Flies - William Golding

The Giver - Lois Lowrey

The Book Thief - Markus Zusack

The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger

Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood

Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky

And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer - Mark Twain

The Stranger - Albert Camus

Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Les Miserables -Victor Hugo

The Importance of Being Earnest - Oscar Wilde

The Call of the Wild - Jack London

Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck

The Old Man and the Sea - Earnest Hemingway

The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

Life of Pi - Yann Martel

Catch - 22 - Joseph Heller

The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis

Our Town - Thornton Wilder

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest - Ken Kesey

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone - J.K. Rowling

The Color Purple - Alice Walker

Candide - Voltaire

All Quiet on the Western Front - Erich Maria Remarque

A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens

Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden

This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. The Climate - Naomi Klein

The Raven - Edgar Allen Poe

Emma - Jane Austen

The Republic - Plato

A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini

The Prince - Niccolo Machiavelli 

Beloved - Toni Morrison

Frankenstein - Mary Shelley

The Tell Tale Heart and Other Readings - Edgar Allan Poe

Atonement - Ian McEwan

Sidhartha - Hermann Hesse

The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco

Their Eyes were Watching God - Zora Neal Hurston

Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

A Raisin in the Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R Tolkien

Much Ado About Nothing - William Shakespear

The Hiding Place - Corrie Ten Boom

Moby-Dick - Herman Melville

The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch

The Sun Also Rises - Ernest Hemingway

The Road - Cormac McCarthy

I, Claudius - Robert Graves

The Pearl - John Steinbeck

The Man in the High Castle - Philip K. Dick

The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold

Middlemarch - George Eliot

The Joy Luck Club - Amy Tan

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

Angels and Demons - Dan Brown

The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman

The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

White Fang - Jack London

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle

The Art of Racing in the Rain - Garth Stein

The Godfather - Mario Puzo

The Pillars of the Earth - Ken Follett

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall - Anne Bronte

A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway

[crooked-corvid-whump]

Whump intro!!

Hey!! I'm Corvid/Corrie (it/they/he)

This is a whump sideblog, so obvious trigger warning for injuries, torture, violence, maybe gore, etc etc so on and so forth

This blog will be for both reblogs of other people's work and for original whump snippets and potentially series

Asks: open (please send me whump prompts I love doing prompt fills)

DMs: open

DNI: y'all dont listen to these, so pretty much just dont be a dick and we'll be fine. If I dont like you I'll block you, and I encourage you to do the same!!

Some whump blogs I enjoy (if you would like me to remove your tag, just lmk and I will!!): @whumpster-dumpster @whump-all-the-way @the-three-whumpeteers @livingforthewhump @jordanstrophe @whumpster-dumpster @a-crumb-of-whump

[kaminocasey]

OK ok ok ok OH BOY OH BOY EEEEEE 700!! I can't believe it Case that's AMAZING!!!

I don't know what it is about the Corries right now... but could I ask for Thorn with 'keep your eyes on me?'

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I CAn"T EvEN HOLD IT IN!!!

THANK YOU MADS!!!! <3 I'm so glad we became friends this past year!!!!

I'm telling you after writing Do You Hear the People Sing and the 25 Days of Life Day fic for him I did, I've become slightly obsessed with Thorn!!! <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Public teasing, Sexual content

“Dance with me.” Thorn smiles at you as you sit in between him and Fox.

He looks absolutely gorgeous tonight, as always. His blond hair is pulled back into a bun while he wears black pants, a grey collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the top two buttons undone revealing his golden chain that you’ve not been able to keep your eyes off of all night. 

You look at Fox and Stone and they watch you, amused, as if they can read your thoughts. You hope not, though. They still didn’t know about you and Thorn. You’re a page at the senate dome and made quick friends with the entire Coruscant Guard. Unfortunately, the rules about fraternizing with the clones is pretty strict and the senator you work for made his distaste for clones inherently obvious. So, you and Thorn keep things to yourselves.

“I’m tired.” You lie, knowing that Thorn knows you don’t dance. You tell him this every time you come to 79s. 

Tonight, he seems to think that you’re gonna change your mind finally.

“Does that mean that you don’t want me to do that thing you like when we get back to your place, then?” He murmurs in your ear so that his brothers don’t hear.

You let out a soft whimper and whisper to him. “I definitely want you to do that thing.”

“Remind me?” He purrs, pulling you up to your feet and dragging you to the dance floor.

“The thing where you make me sit on your face and force orgasm after orgasm out of me? That thing?” You grin as he pulls you into his arms. 

He groans, sending vibrations throughout your body and you can feel the need already radiating off of him. 

“See, we could just skip the dancing and just go home and do that?” You offer but he starts helping you grind against him. 

“Just sway with the music.” He guides your hips. 

“I can’t think with your dick pressed up against me like that.” You chuckle.

He spins you around to face him and he’s grinning widely down at you. “Okay, keep your eyes on me.” 

Looking up at him through your lashes, you can’t get over how beautiful Thorn is. He’s the most gorgeous man you’ve literally ever seen and you still wonder most days how you ended up with the galaxy’s most perfect man.

Thorn looks around to make sure his brothers aren’t watching before leaning down to kiss you as you continue dancing to the upbeat music, running your hands up to settle around his neck as his arms circle your waist, pulling you against him.

“That’s right. Just like that.” He praises you. “I’m gonna treat you so good when we get home.”

“I know you will.” You smirk up at him. 

He always does. 

Thorn traces his hand up your dress ever so slightly, teasing your clothed warmth and you press up against him, burying your face in his chest with a whimper. 

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for me. You know, for later.” He murmurs in your ear, making your lacy undergarments rub against your clit. 

“Thorn…” You gasp.

“Feel good?” He checks to make sure no one’s watching.

You nod against his chest, gripping his neck with one hand and his shirt with the other. With each flick of his finger, you get closer and closer to your edge.

The music continues as Thorn teases your already soaked warmth, and when you look over at the table that the Corries are sitting at, they’re all grinning at you knowingly even though they can’t see Thorn’s hand up your dress.

“Hey, love. I think the cat’s out of the bag.” You tell Thorn, going hot in the face. 

He pulls his hand away from your pussy and follows your gaze. The rest of the Corries all raise their drinks. Thorn rolls his eyes and flips them off and starts to drag you out of 79s. 

You don’t even try to put up a fight. The quicker you get home, the quicker Thorn can go back to what he was doing, and more. 

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