#au of my corrie guard au

[risingmoonyue]

AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but it’s incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.

[stealthetrees]

Commander Fox: and then we had to expand to the store room because they all had so much shit we can use, but we have a solid filing system. I’m gonna have to pull out the GOOD blackmail to get the clone rights bill passed though. Maybe even a bomb threat or two, perhaps kidnap a spouse

Captain Rex: I asked why Fives is alive I don’t care about your involvement in politics

[ani-and-the-corries-au]

There are some things that all troopers know Nat born's will never understand.

All the troopers grew up in a world where perfection was the standard and anything less resulted in death. Where individuality was a crime and being anything more than just another number was a danger, Where saying the wrong thing in front of the wrong person could get you killed.

All troopers know this, but post Kamino the Guards have had it drilled into them all over again. If they want to survive In the Senate they have to fall back on the lessons they learned on Kamino.

The Corries know that there are some things that nat born's will never understand. Things that Nat born's shouldn't understand.

So no one in the guard quite knows how to feel about the strange fallout of the Shiney squad's Jetti Cadets apparent discovery of the Guards position on Courcant.

It starts small, the guard notices that the boy stops being weird about the fact that most of the Corries don't use their names, when asked, the boys. "It's because I know that you have them now." raises more questions than answers, because apparently the boy just figured out that they used their designation numbers around the Senate because their names were a secret on his own. He also seemed to get an unreasonable amount of joy from the fact that all the clones chose their own names.

If it has stopped there then it probably wouldn't be so weird, but it didn't. From sneaking in extra medical supplies and food, (actual food, not just ration bars) when he discovered that 'depur' was cutting their budget for stuff that they needed to function, to the way he seemed to intrinsically understand their need for secrecy, and their reasoning for it. "secrets keep us safe." Without anyone seemingly telling him.

They all agreed that they weren't gonna ask about how the boy had managed to rangle several senators around to the truth of the situation and his point of view with only a few words to one of them. A point of view that not only had them working on trooper sentient rights bills, but also had them aiding in his more under the table helping.

At first it was weird and confusing, both because this kid was a nat born, and because how did a Jetti Cadet develop this kind of understanding, he was a child. It took them a while to connect the dots, Even as the boy started unconsciously dropping hints.

At first it was that weird little nickname he had for the Senate and Senators, in a language that even the most nerdy of Corries didn't seem to understand. They weren't sure what a Depur was, but apparently it applied to the Senate and was probably not a good thing.

The next clue was the stories, because as Anakin spent more time with the guard, becoming more of a Vod'ika than a Jetti Commander and subsequently beginning to learn more and more about the secrets that they kept from the rest of the Senate.

As the boy learnt about the lighter side of the inner workings of the guard, and how to speak the clones particular brand of Mando'a, the guards began to learn stories about Ekkreth, Leia and Ar Amu, stories about secret plots and tricking the The infamous Depur in ways that resulted in the freedom of those he enslaved.

About secret Languages, Tzai, Jappor snippets and secret rituals. About the ways one could steal back some control from the Masters in ways that they would never even notice. About things that the boy claimed that all Slaves should know, lessons that would help keep them safe from their Masters. A term that by now the guards suspended was not referring to the kind the Jedi had.

By the time the boy causally mentioned that he and his mother had been enslaved prior to him being taken to the temple, the Guards already had a pretty decent picture of the situation.

The fact that the boy had been adopting them into his own culture right under their noses had been vastly more surprising. He'd been a little awkward when he'd admitted it. Saying that he knew that they were sort of Mando'ade, but they could be Amavikka too if they wanted.

And sure, maybe it was a little dark that part of the reason the boy spent so much time in the barracks was because it felt familiar, but also this kid cared about every single one of them, to the point where he apparently sees them as family.

Well it really was no wonder that it was agreed that the entire guard would do just about anything for their Ad'ika. Including possibly stopping said Ad'ika from doing the same for them. (Bloody Skywalkers)

[zealfruity]

raeally interesting character Dog you have there. reminds me a lot of this other character. Anyways. May i see him?

Dogma? Never heard of him. No clue at all who that could be. 9660 Dog's here though, he likes the massifs.

[varpusvaras]

Report nro. 34456-446: Lost sight of the suspect in level 2089; the suspect was not apprehended; the surroundings impeded with the process of apprehending the suspect

Report nro. 35567-447: The suspect was chased down to level 2089; the patrol in charge lost sight of the suspect due to poor conditions of the surroundings, which made continuing the chase at full force dangerous for the members of the patrol; the suspect was not apprehended

Report nro. 36678-448: The last sighting of the suspect was near sector 8994 of the level 2089; the patrol in charge of the chase had to slow down their approach due to poor conditions of the area in question, to make sure there would be no excess harm for the troopers; the suspect was not apprehended

Requisition for equipment upgrade, form 6678 B-3

Requisition DENIED

See more information below

There was a headace incoming. Fox could feel it.

Stone raised a brow at him when Fox informed him about it.

"You know, if you can already feel the headache, it means you have a headache", he said.

Fox glared at him.

"When someone tells you that they can feel a headache coming, the last thing they usually need is someone being a smartass", he said, barely restraining himself from gritting his teeth. It wouldn't have done him any good either on the headache department.

Stone didn't seem at all phased by Fox's bad mood. He just shrugged, and then reached over the desk and snatched the datapad right from Fox's hands. That did make Fox grit his teeth, but he forced himself to relax. If the datapad was in Stone's hands, it meant that Fox didn't have to look at it anymore.

He drummed his fingers on his desk, as he watched Stone scroll through the reports and the requisition form.

"You asked for better safety gear for unstable ground and low lighting conditions?" Stone glanced at Fox over the datapad. "Those are weird things to deny, especially since they want us to increasingly patrol the lower levels, even outside an active investigation."

"You think I don't know that?" Fox scoffed, and then tried to make himself relax again. Nothing about this situation was Stone's fault, and Fox didn't like taking his frustrations on his brothers. Other people outside the Guard yelled at all of them enough already, they didn't need their Commander to do the same.

Stone didn't, thankfully, still seem at all phased by Fox's mood. He continued to scroll for a moment longer, his forehead creasing more and more by every second.

"The request was denied because there have been no observations of conditions on the reported area, that are deemed unsafe enough for us to need better equipment?" He glanced at Fox again. "That doesn't make any sense. You have clearly attached the trooper reports onto the form. Did they not read them?"

"Probably not." Fox pushed his frustrated thought out of his head by sighing very deeply. "Or if they did, the person in charge of processing the requests that day just deemed the risks not worth the credits."

Both of those options were just as plausible, as both of them had happened just as many times by now. Fox leaned his forehead on his hand and pressed his thumb hard against his temple. They were just past half a year in their posting, and most things about it sucked already.

Just think about the fact that you have a bed that is not full of mud, sand, or bugs, he told himself. Just think about the fact that at the very least, you don't have immersion foot syndrome. You have things good in here.

That thought helped a little bit, but it didn't change the fact that they had still been denied of the gear they needed, and now there was heavy breathing against the back of Fox's neck.

Stone must've felt it too, because he sighed as well.

"So they expect us to just throw our men at the danger and get results, no matter the cost?" He clicked his tongue. "And when we do that, a few weeks goes by, and they start complaining about too many casualties."

"Tell me about it." Fox jammed his thumb harder against his skin. There was a burst of pain under it as he found the point of tension. "We need to come up with a new tactic for situations like this. Increase the force or use of weaponry, if the suspect starts heading towards an area we know is unsafe. Update all the patrols with a map of said areas."

Stone started to drum the desk now as well in Fox's place.

"That might work", he said. "At least for now, it's the best we have."

"I'm going to implement it until we get the time to have a larger meeting about this issue." Fox forced himself to straighten up. "Give me the datapad back."

"No", Stone said, frowning at Fox. "You're not supposed to be looking at them. You're not supposed to be even thinking too hard. You can knit together a broken bone, but not a concussed brain. You're lucky I haven't already tattled about you to Index."

"Like Index would do anything."

"He would look sad, and then his two little terrors would come down here and kick the door in", Stone said. "You know they don't respect anyone in here, other than Index."

Fair point. Still, Fox extended his hand.

"I promise I won't do any more work", he said, "but I need to send a couple of messages to Casset. He agreed that there is a very high chance that all of these recent cases are related to some sort of bigger activity, as all of their movements are similar. He promised to look up some old reports from before the war and send them over."

Stone tilted his head.

"That sounds a lot like working", he said. "And why do you need Casset to do it anyway? Couldn't you have asked Mirror to find those reports for you?"

"Mirror has other things to do than to slice through old security databases and see if there is anything even remotely related to this", Fox said. "If a natborn wants to be helpful to us, I'm going to take it. It doesn't happen too often anyway."

Casset was the new head of Security for the intelligence office, though Fox had by now realised that it didn't mean a lot, despite the important-sounding title. Casset's job was basically to keep up with five hundred different channels and double the amount of systems used for processing and archiving information related to security. Most of the time Fox saw him, he was talking to at least three people at the same time through his commlink. But still, for a natborn officer, Casset was not bad. He couldn't tell Fox and his brothers apart most of the time, but that was forgivable, and he, at the very least, didn't try to actively make Fox's life worse.

Stone knew all of that as well. He looked back down at the datapad, and then back at Fox.

"True", he said. "But still. It's still working."

"Well someone has to do it", Fox shot back. "And since all of you are busy picking up my slack, because I got thrown off a moving speeder and landed on my head a little bit too hard, I can type a couple of messages."

Stone himself was still in full armor, despite the fact that he had already been on his feet for at least eleven and a half hours. Perhaps Fox should've adopted the train of thought of just doing as Index had told him to do, so he could get back to work faster and prevent Stone and the others from growing massive bags under their eyes as well, but the truth was that he didn't have the luxury to do that, and that was also something Stone knew.

Stone looked at the datapad again, and then with a very displeased look on his face, he handed it back to Fox.

"I will tell Thorn about this", he said. "And if you're still here doing anything else than messaging Casset when he comes back from his patrol, I hope he throws you into a cell for as long as it takes you to fully recover."

"Whatever." Fox had just opened his messages, when Stone's commlink started to rapidly beep for an incoming call.

"Speak of the man", Stone said, and opened the call. "What is it?"

"We found the suspect on the latest case." Fox sat up a little straighter. What Thorn had just said didn't yet tell him a lot, since they had multiple cases open currently, but he sounded serious enough for Fox to immediately recognise that this was about something important.

"What case?" Stone asked.

"The suspected theft of the hyperdrive parts from the shipments to the GAR mechanics", Thorn explained. "The Nautolan guy who worked as an engineer there. Edix. He managed to slip from the patrol somewhere around level 2100 a couple of days ago."

Stone looked at the datapad in Fox's hands. They had both just read report 448, so at least the whole thing was fresh in their minds.

"Yes, I know him", Stone said. "Are you bringing him in here yourself, or do you need someone else to process him?"

"About that", Thorn sounded like he was grimacing when he spoke, "he is being sent to the medical center at the moment. He was...I don't know how to explain it, but he looked like he had been through a lot during the past couple of days. He was barely coherent, and even that is saying it too nicely. We need to make sure that he doesn't die before we can get anything out of him."

"Was he injured?" Stone asked. The answer should've been straight-forward, but instead, Thorn was quiet for a moment.

"Didn't look like it", he said, finally. Fox scowled at the commlink.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "You just said that he was being transported to medical because you're worried he will die without attention."

Thorn didn't seem at all surprised by the fact that Fox was also there, as he didn't comment on it at all.

"He didn't have any visible injuries, at least not anything bigger than a couple of scratches", he answered. "I'm not a medic or an expert in Nautolan physiology, so I can't say for sure what's going on, but he was just...laying here. Gripping onto the ground like he had just managed to crawl to where he was. Didn't even try to resist the arrest, he just stared at us and sometimes muttered something, but our translation software couldn't pick up clear words from it."

Fox gave Stone a look. This wasn't the usual way of operation. If there were no visible injuries, the suspects were to be transported into the medical section of the prison, where they would be monitored, until they were cleared to be well enough to be admitted for regular processing. Fox knew this. Stone knew this. They both knew that Thorn knew this as well.

Fox also knew that Thorn didn't do decisions that went against regulations without a good reason.

"Why did you call up medical personnel right away?" Fox still had to ask. There was something weird in the way Thorn was speaking. Fox wouldn't have said that he was being too serious, no. He just sounded like he was on edge, in a way that Fox recognised many of his brothers and other officers to be when they had seen something rather gruesome, but were able to compartmentalise it away after years of seeing things just as bad or even worse. The problem was just the fact that what Thorn was describing didn't sound like it was anything too grotesque.

It wasn't like Thorn. Perhaps he was just leaving things out while they were on the call. It could've explained it, at least for now.

Thorn sighed heavily.

"I deemed it necessary", he said, now sounding a bit frustrated. "Look, the medical officers that came to take him away agreed with me, and I'm going to trust their word on this. We want our suspect to be able to withstand interrogation. We've already gotten too much drag for all of this, and I don't want any more of it."

That was true. At least now they would have something to show for themselves.

Fox bit back his own sigh.

"Alright", he said. "We'll talk about this after the official report has been made."

Thorn breathed in deeply a couple of times. They were all working too much, Fox reminded himself, especially now that Fox wasn't doing full hours.

"Yes, Sir", Thorn said. "I'll be back to base in three hours, if nothing else comes up. I hope you're not in your office anymore by then, because I don't have the energy to be gentle with you tonight."

"I can accept that", Fox said. "Call me if something else comes up."

"No, I will be calling Stone, because he is the one on duty right now", Thorn said. "Over."

He ended the call before Fox could say anything else. Stone had the audacity to smirk.

"You heard him", he said, and stood up. "Message Casset, and then go to sleep. I mean it."

Fox sent him a much more vicious glare than the previous ones, but Stone still didn't seem to care. He just took Fox's empty cup of caf from the desk, and marched out of the office without a second look.

Fox leaned back on his chair with a groan. His head definitely hurt now. Maybe it had been hurting to whole time. Who knew. Not Fox, that was for sure.

Going to sleep did sound rather nice, Fox wasn't going to lie. He could've given himself a moment, but he knew that if he did so, he wouldn't be able to make himself do anything else, and he really did need to message Casset. It was the least he could do.

He straightened himself, lifted the datapad, and typed a message. Then he leaned back again and closed his eyes.

He wasn't sure how long had passed, but he startled awake when there was a chime coming from the datapad. Fox straightened himself a bit too fast, making both his neck and head thrum. The light coming from the screen seemed definitely brighter now than it had the last time, and Fox had to squint at the device until he could lower the brightness enough to be able to see clearly.

Casset had gotten the reports. He was sorry for them being not sorted in any way, as he had had to pull them from different filing systems. Fox understood very quickly why he was apologising when he saw the size of the datapack attached to the message.

Fox put his head in his hands and just breathed for a moment.

Then he pressed download.

[nosleeppotions]

His hands were shaking, the image of the Chancellor on the holo-screen taking up his vision, heart beating loudly in his ears- A gentle pat on his head snaps him out of it, sound slowly returns as he remembers the small weight seated on his shoulder and notices the hustle and bustle of the people around them doing their Life Day shopping.

"Today marks three years of the former Chancellor Palpatine's disappearance, in other news in the wake of the Clone Wars being officially over…." the host chatters on with an all too cheerful and clearly fake smile.

"Who's that ba'vodu?" The little weight on his shoulder finally asks. "A shabuir." Alor answer simply, not even hesitating in the word. This earns him a smack on the back.

"Careful vod, don't think Senator Chuchi would appreciate you teaching the little one that kind of language." Stray warns, doing a bad job at hiding his own amusement.

Alor shrugs his free shoulder, making sure his favorite (only) little niece doesn't fall off. "Fair enough. Ad'ika, don't use that word unless you REALLY mean it. It loses it's meaning if you say it too much." He tells her with a serious tone. She giggles as Stray sighs in exasperation. "Anyway what were we doing here again little one?"

"We're buying gifts for buir." She reminds him. "Ah, right."

[jetii-mando]

Hi, not abandoning this! School has just been kicking my butt lately, but hopefully with summer coming soon I’ll finally be able to actually sit down and do more than just day dream of this AU.

Anyway, here is some more wholesome Fox and Anakin content :D

[Transcript of what is written (cuz my handwriting might not be the easiest to read): *Fox, wondering how in the world his work is already done*, *Anakin, who worked all night cuz he wanted to spend a day with Fox*]

[risingmoonyue]

My proposal for a Quinlan and Fox dynamic

[the-starry-seas]

New time travel AU where Leia is On Sight with Vader who is just genuinely unable to be prepared for a rage-filled teenager with two lightsabers And Also These Fists

Vader goes down in a heap of sparking circuitry and the Corries are just Staring because wtf kid!

Leia then proceeds to deactivate the sabers, greet the Corries very politely by name, and equally politely introduce herself as Leia Organa.

Fox is groaning internally because there's no way he can pretend that didn't happen, but she's doubtlessly related to Bail, she introduced herself with the same little flair that Bail always did. It's not like Fox thinks that Bail will take it out on him, but it does seem like the kind of thing that will strain their romance.

And then Leia says, quite seriously, "Commander Fox, I'm afraid the dipshit was going to kill you tomorrow. My parents never fully recovered from the murder of their darling mirdala. I travelled through time to save you."

She approaches him with her hands outstretched and he's so stunned that he takes them. Bail and Breha only ever called him that in private. Not even his own shiny had known the name.

"I'm so very pleased to meet you," Leia says earnestly. "I hope someday you can consider me your friend."

She's wearing Bail's ring on a cord around her neck, and her mother's perfume, and the jacket of an Alderaanian palace guard, and she looks so much like home that Fox pulls her into a hug.

"I already consider you my daughter," he assures her.

Which does leave the problem of 'twenty other Corries just saw her murder their commanding officer'. Given the circumstances of her being Fox's daughter - the clones take adoption vows very seriously - and of her having saved Fox's life, they're willing to pretend that they didn't see a thing.

The dipshit gets dumped on a lower level. By the time the mask is found, there's no hope of recovering any clues about who killed him.

There's no mention in the news of the commander's helmet found nearby. Good thing, they think.

Leia returns to her own time. Fox nearly cries to see her go, but she kisses his cheek and assures him that he'll know a much happier version of her, very soon.

He goes to Alderaan. Rubs his thumb over the ring on Bail's hand. Breathes in Breha's perfume. And cries in a way he can't explain, when he's introduced to a baby he's already loved.

[anxiousotters]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Got tagged by @corrie-guard-things (and @biscuityskies and @lothcatthree a while back, oops)

anyways quick sketch of codywan as pro hockey players because I can’t get this AU out of my head, last line was around Cody’s eye

no pressure tags: tag backs + @cookiemonsterv3 @thenookspace @ferretrade @friendlyneighbourhoodelf

[lablass-2882]

Hello again

So let's do another Star Wars Oc.

I rolled a 1.

So let's do Aurora.

Which decade on Earth would they most fit into?

I'm not exactly sure which decade Aurora would like to live in. She may be able to keep up with her more rough and tumble, outdoorsy siblings, but if she can avoid it, she 100% will. So the modern world is probably her happy place. Like this girl likes her air conditioning, she likes her internet access and she likes the easy of microwave food. She may be able survive in an early decade that has less easy of convenience, but boy is she not going to be happy about it.

What is their favorite snack?

If coffee could count as a snack, then it's coffee. But if it has to be a snack, then it's pokey. There is something she really likes about it and she loves all the options. She can have sweet or savory, crunchy or soft, etc. And if she can find a coffee flavored one, then it's all the better.

What is a detail that they would be shy to share?

The extent of her vitiligo. Aurora isn't ashamed of her vitiligo, but this isn't exactly willing to share the extent of it on her body. Due to her genetics as a half clone and half alien, her skin color is already a bit strange with all the purple ish/blue spots , but her vitiligo only makes it that much more noticeable. And she gets a little shy about that.

Welcome to OC Sundays! 💙 Each week, I'll post three random questions for you to answer for ONE of your OCs. Feel free to link the work(s) they appear in, too! We'll have a little showcase where you might discover someone that piques your interest and voila! Something new to read! 😁 As for the image? Random dude I found on Canva, with so much sass and so much cake that I had to include him. 🤣🙈 And apparently all of this is going to have a 70's vibe, LOL.

Which decade on earth would they most fit into?

What is their favorite snack?

What’s a detail about themselves that they’d probably be a little shy to share?

[ani-and-the-corries-au]

Ani and the Corries Moments.

Little Anakin's first meeting with Commander Fox, aka, when things get really chaotic.

This moment has been living rent free in my head pretty much since I thought up this idea.

It's probably only days after the Senate agrees to put in another order for troops, Fox is Stressed, Tired and done. And has a run in with a really obnoxious senator who has some less than nice things to say, including a few comments about how easily replaceable the guard is, and how they're republic property and how they can always buy more of them if the current ones aren't good enough.

Eventually the Senator Leaves, but then just when he thinks he's done, he's confronted by a few other Corries, who saw the whole thing.

And the Tiny Jedi who's wiggled his way into the hearts of several of his brothers.

Said Tiny Jedi apparently heard the entire conversation and apparently has decided that he needs more information, and upon hearing confirmation that, yes they are Republic property. Promptly decides to go in to denial and starts going on about how that's not possible because this is the Republic, and they're literally on Coruscant and that's not possible.

Fox, who doesn't want to deal with tiny Jedi in denial about a fact that's common knowledge turns and snaps. "Yeah, Welcome to Coruscant Kid." Before Truging off to deal with whatever else he's got to deal with today, because there's always something.

Several hours later, he discovers that there's a baby Jedi sleeping in there Barracks.

Because apparently the Kid ran off to Senator Amidala the moment he'd gotten the chance and swarmed her with questions, Starting with a Confirmation about there recent new Purchase, and Ending with a Demand to know at what point in the last Ten years they had Legalized Slavery in the Republic.

The Kid had then proceeded to have a Breakdown because the Republic apparently had a slave army, especially one led by the Jedi was apparently some sort of intimate betrayal and the poor kid was having feelings about it.

He hadn't wanted to go back to the temple, and none of the Corries involved wanted to try and force it Because they were in fact not unfeeling assholes, and also because apparently the kid could stay because he had been claimed as a Vod'ika by the three Clones who'd allowed this situation.

[cuddles-with-dragons]

I want Han and Leia in the "10yo Luke timetravels to TCW" AU, so...

Leia is a homeless kid on Coruscant that tries to pickpocket Bail. His immediate reaction is "hey, you want me to get you some McDonald's?"

This leads to Leia getting adopted by the Organas.

She has all her original fire but with the added bonus of street smarts and fighting dirty

She's also immediately adopted by the Corrie Guard, or maybe she adopted them. Hard to tell.

Leia once almost attacked Palpatine but was stopped by Bail. Why did she want to kill him? "HE WAS MEAN TO FOX!!!"

Yeah I know nothing canon about Fox or the Corrie Guard but I'll wing it don't get mad. Tumblr is my main source of info.

She is very protective of her commander. Will not tolerate mean civilians. Made him a fox plushie.

Because Sith can have more than one apprentice, (headcanon) so Han, meet your new sister Asajj. 

Yeah Han's a Sith. We got a Jedi, (Luke) a Sith, (Han) and a relatively normal person. (Leia)

He's a nervous boi. Poor guy was traumatized on Corellia and has PTSD at the age of 10. Very jumpy and Ventress does not help with her witch bitch shit.

Eventually comes across Luke in combat and Luke is immediately like "I can tell you don't want to fight and neither do I, wanna swap sides?"

Han isn't really sure so he and his new friend (+ Obi-Wan & Cody) talk it over.

Cody is on edge the entire time but Obi-Wan's dad instincts kick in and he's awesome. Not everyone deserves a redemption but this kiddo certainly does.

[captainpains]

Office Gift Exchange (Commander Fox x reader)

For @winniethewife for the @cloneficgiftexchange

Prompts: Gift exchange || Unexpected surprise

Warnings: Everyone lives AU, F reader, life day!, swearing, fluff, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption.

~

It wasn’t Fox’s choice to do the office gift exchange. If Thorn hadn’t unwillingly signed him up, he wouldn’t’ve been at the store desperately searching for a stupid gift.

“You need to be more involved. The guard loves you, but you can’t just work all the time. You can make friends here, ya know?” Thorn reasoned as he too looked for a gift.

“I’m there to work, not make friends.”

Thorn rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.

“Why don’t you just buy some socks and call it a day?”

“No, I at least want my person to like my gift.”

“Because you have a crush!”

“I do not…” Fox growled at him.

While he was an unwilling participant in the gift exchange, he had been happy with the person he had received: you. You were a clever attorney that worked with the Coursant Guard during the war, ensuring that any clone taken into custody was given a fair chance before being turned over to the Kamionons. You were truly on their side and proved yourself to be a great ally to all the clones navigating their newfound freedom from the war and the republic. As the first Life Day since the war ended, this celebration was a big deal, especially for the clones. It was probably why Thorn signed him up to participate in the gift exchange, a celebration of their freedom and expression, even if they still worked for the Coruscant Guard.

“I simply respect–Wait! How do you know who I got in the exchange? I haven’t told anyone.”

“You talk in your sleep.”

Fox took a deep breath to keep himself from murdering Thorn. He had a special talent for pushing his buttons, as brothers do. He went back to browsing the shelves. Socks, candles, notebooks, and silly trinkets all seemed to be too impersonal. He supposed that was part of a gift exchange, it wasn’t always that you knew what the person liked. 

“I think I found my gift.” Thorn said, grinning wildly as he grabbed a small, yellow book.

When Fox looked over at the book and noticed it was titled “Little Book of Sex Positions.” Fox pitied the poor person who would receive that.

When Fox turned around, something shiny caught his eye. He walked towards it and found the source to be a pair of white earrings. They looked exactly like a pair you’d lost early into your work with the guard. The accident was kind of his fault, and he felt bad about it. So he figured a replacement pair would make the perfect surprise gift.

So Fox confidently (re: nervously) went up to the cashier and purchased the earrings.

At the little holiday party, held in the Corrie Guard break room, Fox placed the gift on the table set off to the side for the gift exchange. He was nervous. He really wanted you to like the gift. They were just a pair of cheap earrings from a corner store, the earrings you had lost had to have been more expensive and nicer quality. 

The commander went and sat down on the shitty sofa they had dragged out of a trash shoot during the war. Several other guardsmen mingled with the few natural born around the room. A couple of people brought snacks to share and a shit ton of alcohol, I mean what’s an office party without irresponsible amounts of drinking.

Fox got up from the couch to grab a beer. Thorn and Stone were next to drinks, gossiping. They laughed about some poor nat born flirting with a clueless, younger guardsman. Fox was about to tell them off – after all they’d both been just as clueless when it came to flirting when they were younger – when you walked in, holding a red box. You looked great in a festive outfit and it made him feel a little less ridiculous for the matching ugly sweaters that Thorn, Thire, and Stone made him wear. 

“Hey!” You greeted him as you placed the box on the table. “It’s great that we could have this party, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… Real nice of Thorn to plan it all.” Fox replied, reaching to get you a beer. He had made sure they stocked your favorite brand, it helped that half the office loved the stuff too.

You talked for a few minutes while the other guests trickled in. Most of the people who worked in the guard opted to skip this little party because the war was over and those that didn’t have to work the next day were out partying with other friends. A couple of the guardsmen were also attending the Life Day parties of their partner’s family. 

You chatted with Fox while you drank your beer. You really liked the commander. He was kind hearted and smart. While he could be stiff and too serious at times, the end of the war lightened the pressure on him and it made him loosen up a bit. Fox during the war would never even humor coming to a party like this. You had always thought that he was handsome, but the less stress filled man was even more so. 

“Okay everyone!” Thorn yelled to get everyone’s attention. “We are going to do the exchange now! If you

Fox held his breath when he saw you pick up the little box he’d gotten you. His own gift felt heavier in his hand as he watched you open the gift. You smiled as you looked down at the earrings. You gently touched them and your smile got just a touch wider.

“So… What’d you get?” Fox asked, as nonchalantly as he could.

“Earrings. Just like the ones I lost when I first came to work here.” You said, softly, “They put a lot of thought into it.”

Fox smiled too, proud of himself for choosing a good gift.

“‘M glad you like it.” Fox said.

“What’d you get?” You asked, gesturing to the bag in his hand.

Fox shrugged and opened it. A simple white mug with “Let's keep the dumbfuckery to a minimum today” written across it. He laughed a little at it and showed it to you. You laughed at it too. It was a nice mug, and one he needed because his favorite mug got broken a couple of weeks ago.

“I’m glad you got something you liked.” You smiled at him, and Fox could’ve died happy with seeing it on your face.

“A smile from you is the best gift I could’ve gotten.” Fox flirted a little. Your smile got wider, your eyes avoiding eye contact as you laughed nervously.  

“Fox! I think you’re gonna need this more than me!” Stone shouted, holding up the Little Book of Sex Positions.

[zealfruity]

Decided to base myself off of that to redo ReconditionedCorrie!Dogma (or 9660/Dog), using a more recent baseline clone template i made for this kind of thing.

He’s so depression blorbo.

So you know those redesigns of Hunter’s tattoo to make it look more like tā moko? It gave me an idea.

The way these are placed aren’t really accurate to real traditional maori tattoos, since I wanted to keep the same idea + keep them recognizable as the og. The shapes inside and the style is all based on photos of different moko and some very simplified guides on what certain patterns look like and how they’re used. I hope I did a decent job, I really like the way they look.

[corrie-guard-things]

Corrie Week Prompt 3 - "You Shouldn't Be Here"

Word count:

2007

Summary :

Neyo hadn't seen his ori'vod since the war began. But now, he was on Coruscant. More than that, he was in the Coruscant Guard's base.

He could see him.

He didn't care for the Long-Necks' orders. Neyo was not leaving until he saw Fox.

He just hoped Fox would be willing to see him.

Note :

Sprinkling more and more hints about my overarching AU regarding Fox, his batch, and what happened on Kamino. One day, I'll write it. Not today, so you'll have to do with what Neyo is willing to give you.

Also I'm realizing that there hasn't been a single prompt so far where I didn't hurt Fox, emotionally or physically. This is fine.

@corrieweek