#corrie guard bingo

[pencildragons]

chapter 2 of the silver is white, red is the gold (corrie guard au, quinlan is the guard's general and has a padawan, quinfox) is posteddd baby

[prowlingthunder]

coagulated memories pressed into flesh by ProwlingThunder (That's me!)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars Relationships: Original Clone Character(s) & Original Clone Character(s), Original Clone Character(s)/Original Clone Character(s) Character: Original Clone Character (CT-1813 | Grudge) Additional Tags: Tattoos, tattooing, Tattoo meanings, Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), Batchmates, Soft Pining, a touch of pining, Clone Courting Rituals, gift-giving Language: English Series: Part 4 of Jango Was His Name-O Collections: Coruscant Guard Bingo @clonefandomevents

Summary: Grudge doesn't own her own skin.

Star Wars Coruscant Guard Bingo: Batchmates, clone courting rituals, gift-giving, and free space (beginning to pine)

[wolviecat]

FOX CAF ADDICTION

If adult Fox was sometimes hard to work it, his child self was a complete menace. Without the constant exhaustion brought by years of endless work, he was a buzzing ball of energy that couldn’t be left alone for a second. And while it made things slightly easier that he remembered his previous life, it also meant he remembered caf - while ignoring the fact he weighs much less and the same amount of it would probably send him to orbit.

For @clonefandomevents Corrie bingo

[lbibliophile-sw]

First Time Reuinion

Also on AO3 [600w] @corrieweek - day 3: "you shouldn't be here" @ailesswhumptober - day 10: "you don't have to earn this" @clonefandomevents - CG Bingo: batch mates, 212th Bingo: awful first meetings

“So, you’re CT-3937 now?”

The voice is perfectly neutral, but Clarry still has to supress a flinch as she nervously turns to face the vode in blue and gold armour.

“That would be me.”

She has never met the troopers before, but she knows exactly who they are. CT-3936 and CT-3939. Keys and Flick. CT-3937’s batchmates. This is just another one of countless awkward reunions as GAR troopers finally come to check on their Guard batchmates, only to find that the numbers they are looking for no longer belong to the person they left behind.

“How does this work? Do we call you Zip too, or…?”

“No! No.” She shudders. “We reuse the numbers, but the names remain unless absolutely required.”

“Ok. That… makes this easier.” She watches as some of the tension drains out of them, the vod with gold accents stepping forward from their place at their partner’s shoulder.

“In that case, what is your name? We’re Flick and Keys, both he/him, but I guess you already knew that?”

“I’m Clarry, she/they. Originally Claret, for the red,” she gestures at her armour, “but then there was an incident a couple of weeks after I arrived and everyone started calling me Clarion instead.”

“What sort of an incident? If you don’t mind saying.” She blushes.

“It’s kinda embarrassing, but, well. I was in the freshers after my shift, indulging in my water ration before catching the end of latemeal, and the pipe breaks. So I’m standing there in just my skin, being blasted by absolutely freezing water, and swearing up a storm, loud enough-”

“-to be heard in the messhall. I remember Zip telling us about that.”

“Oh! So you’re ‘colder than a Hutt’s hind on Hoth’. The story went around just before the 501st had a pass through Mygeeto, and the phrasing caught on.”

“Really? I can’t believe… Anyway, just as I was winding up, Commander Thorn stuck his head in, complimented me on my diction and use of acoustics, and offered me a place on one of his riot squads. I couldn’t decide whether to be more flattered or mortified! The jokes lasted for weeks, but I decided to keep the nickname even if I mostly end up shortening it.”

Laughter rolls through the little group, and Clarry feels some of her own tension leaving. It is nice to know that she is not entirely new to them, that even gone, Zip is helping to smooth their first meeting.

She watches as the other two look at each other, a twinge of jealousy striking as an entire conversation is held in aborted gestures and flickers of expression. After a brief back and forth, the vod in blue, Keys, turns back to face her. 

“Look. …oh Force this is awkward. But here goes. We knowyou’re not Zip, and you won’t ever be Zip – no-one can truly replace him. But according to all the records you are CT-3937. So that means that technically we’re batchmates. If… if you want to be?”

Clarry thinks about her own batchmates, lost even before CT-9845 ‘died’. She thinks about her inherited comm, with its group chat that she never quite had the heart to block; the way that watching Flick and Keys banter was a balm after a long shift, the way they still addressed the occasional comment to Zip even as she refused to message them in his stead. She thinks about how this is supposed to be a time of new beginnings and celebrating their survival.

“I’d like to try.”

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

Where Sleeping Foxes Lie by gladheonsleeps

rated g, 1, 349 words, ships: Commander Fox & Clone Trooper Gax (omc), Commander fox/Sleep

Everyone knows that Commander Fox’s sleep is sacred in the Coruscant Guard. If Fox doesn’t kill you for waking him unnecessarily, some other vod will—and it would most likely be Commander Thorn. And he’ll most likely make it hurt.

As one might expect, there are very few reasons that Commander Thorn would actually order someone to wake the Commander. But this, unfortunately, is one of them…

this is the first fic of nine written for the just write create-your-own-bingo challenge :3 I’m doing the fluff theme

[clonefandomevents]

Announcing Coruscant Guard Bingo!!

The Bingo we will be opening this month is for the Corries! So if you adore Commander Fox and his Guard, get ready to show them all the love they deserve! We will be posting the bingo card request within the next couple of days!

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

@clonefandomevents

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: E for smut

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives/Original Coruscant Guard Character, Echo/Fives/Flex(OC)

Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Flex (OC)

Additional Tags: Smut, just smut, Exhibitionism, Threesome, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration in One Hole, hand wavey space sex, don't use precome as lube guys

Series: Part 2 of Coruscant Guard Bingo Card

Summary:

Fives just heard his and Echo’s breaths matching up, Flex still sucking in air like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world, when he was forcefully reminded that he had made a promise earlier. “Well if this is how you two greet your Corrie, then no wonder we’ve never met them.” Kix was never going to let them live this down. -- Fives really meant for him and Echo to introduce Flex to their squad. But he's just a vod, who can resist their riduur when they're like this?

[medic-6116]

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Commander Thorn & Original Clone Trooper Character(s) Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s), CT-9185 | Pollux (OC), Clone Commander Thorn, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Comfort, Fluff, Separations Series: Part 4 of Battalion Bingo Summary:

“You got a twin?” “Mmh.” Pollux hums, a small smile slipping onto his face. “He got assigned to the 104th."

Corrie Bingo is hosted by @clonefandomevents​​ Prompt used is Found Family

[wardenapproaches]

Hi y’all, I’m participating in the Bad Things Happen Bingo. I got a bingo card with a bunch of tropes, and I get to write something based on the trope for any fandom. If you’d like, you can request one of the tropes and a character, and I’ll see if I can think of something for a fic! Feel free to send me an ask with a character(s) and a trope. Once I finish the fic, I’ll post it on here and ao3, and I’ll tag the requester if you don’t wanna remain anonymous. I’ll be tagging all the fandoms I’m willing to write for, and if you’re not sure, you’re more than welcome to ask.

[wild-karrde]

hi Karrde!!! Congratulations on 800, you deserve every single one and more 🤩 you’re so talented and a bright, bold member of our community. The way you care for your characters, and how amazing your OCs are just blows me away!

If I’ve made it in before 20, can I request a ficlet please?

Fox + “what did you think was going to happen?”

Congratulations again 💙💙

AHHHHH THANK YOU SEV!!! YOU ARE TOO KIND AND I AM JUST GRINNING LIKE A FIEND!! Seriously, thank you SO MUCH for the kind words! I'm glad I can make some positive contributions!

I struggled with this one for a bit, but had a sudden idea that I wound up liking A LOT. I hope you do too!

Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: language, some suggestive themes, Fox telling jokes

Word Count: 1.5k words

Your heart thunders in your ears as you race down the alley, already leaping for the chain link fence that blocks off the end of it, fingers digging into the metal to pull yourself up and over. Heavy footfalls slap the pavement behind you, and you tuck and roll as the duracrete on the other side of the fence breaks your fall. You slam into a trash bin, skinning your knees and bruising your shoulders. You’re already pushing yourself to your feet when you see a switch just to the left of the fence. 

Bingo. 

You scramble over to it, slapping on the power, and you hear the electricity in the links hum to life, making them glow and effectively cutting off your pursuers. A red light comes on at the top of the fence, warning anyone around that it’s electrified now, and that they should only touch the fence at their own peril. You kick a half-eaten fruit that had tumbled from the trash bin at it, and it sizzles satisfyingly when it makes contact with the fence. You grin as the familiar voice of a Coruscant Guard echoes down the alley from the direction you came from.

“STOP!” 

Three Corries skid to a halt on the opposite side of the fence. 

“I think she’s activated it sir,” one of the troopers states. 

He’s new.

“Oh, are you sure, Brick? Was the big fucking red light your first clue?” snarls the commander sarcastically, the telltale wings on his helmet glinting in the glow of the fence. 

You extend your middle finger haughtily as you back away from the fence. “Eat shit, Thorn!” You can’t help but grin to yourself as you round the corner. You hear him swear through his vocoder as you trot out of view. 

The bracelet that you’ve swiped off of one of the senators jingles in your pocket as you pull out the credit pouch you snatched off of her husband and begin tallying your score. You’re so absorbed in counting your credits that you don’t even notice the wall of red and white plastoid standing in front of you until you slam face-first into it. You fall backwards onto your ass, the credits bouncing across the pavement with a light tinkling noise as you stare up into the familiar visor of Commander Fox. His arms are crossed over his chest. 

He sighs, muttering your name under his breath. You grin. 

“Fancy meeting you here, Commander,” you tease. 

“Not as fancy as that jewelry poking out of your pocket,” he growls. 

“Oh this? I just picked this up for my uhhh grandmother. It’s her birthday tomorrow, and you know, she just loves her jewels," you lie, shoving the bracelet back in your pocket. He doesn’t move as he watches you clumsily try to scoop some of the credits back into the pouch.

“Am I to assume that credit pouch is for your grandmother also?”

“Yup. You know. In case she wants to get something else if the bracelet isn’t her style.”

“How nice of you to get it monogrammed for her with Senator Siil’s husband’s initials,” he says flatly. 

You wince as you finally note the flowery Aurebesh branded into the leather. “Grandma’s a uh… big fan of his work. As a senator's husband.” 

Fox leans down and offers you a hand, which you take. Like an idiot. He pulls you up before spinning you and pushing you against the wall, slapping a pair of binders on you. You tug at the restraints behind your back, shooting a glare over your shoulder.

“Oh, come on, Fox!” 

He spins you around. “What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to pat you on the ass and let you wander off to shake more people down?” 

You shrug, tongue poking between your teeth. “I mean, if you want to pat my ass, I wouldn’t be that opposed.” 

You can’t see his eyes, but you can practically hear them rolling in their sockets beneath his bucket. 

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you find it endearing.” 

He scoffs. “Not the word I’d choose.” His hand clamps around your forearm as he starts to guide you out of the winding network of alleys. You walk slowly, dragging your last moments of freedom out. You’ve always enjoyed your chats with Fox on the way back to the station anyway, at least before he books you on a petty crime and sends you to lockup for a week or two. You’re pretty sure he likes your interactions too, as much as he’ll deny it. But he isn’t rough with you, and he's not making any effort to rush your pace. That’s all just you speculating though; his bucket does a good job of hiding what he’s actually thinking, which you suspect is the point.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, and you feel his grip on your arm loosen slightly. He knows you won’t run; you know when you’re caught. 

“So, Thorn’s gotten slower,” you note casually. 

He huffs what you think might be a laugh. Hard to tell with the way the helmet's vocoder alters his voice. 

“I’m serious," you insist. "Maybe tell him to lay off the beer and work more cardio into his routine.” 

“I’ll be sure to pass your feedback along.”

“Was that a joke, Commander?”

“Been trying them out every now and then.” 

You can’t help but snicker at that.

The silence resumes for a few more minutes, but this time, he’s the one to break it. 

“Why do you always come here to pickpocket? You know we’re all over the place with all of the rich assholes walking around. The marks may be high-reward, but you can find plenty of Coruscant’s most wealthy in the lower levels, sleazing it up with less savory types. You'd probably have a better shot at getting away too.” 

“Thanks for the tip,” you snipe. “I’ll be sure to keep it in mind for my future criminal endeavors.” 

His grip on your arm tightens enough to stop you. “I’m serious,” he says, the exasperation in his voice clear. He shakes his head before raising his visor to look at you. “Look, things are starting to get a little more harsh up here. With the level of petty crime increasing as the war goes on and who it's impacting the most, there’s a push to start doling out harsher punishments. You’re going to land yourself more than a week in lock-up if you keep adding to your record. I’m talking years in prison.” 

You wish you could see under his helmet right now. You’re studying his visor carefully, looking for any sign as to what’s led to this concern for your well-being. 

“I like it up here,” you reply. 

“Why?” 

You shrug, trying to hide the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t know. Maybe I hope I’ll get to see more of a certain commander when he arrests me.” 

“Thorn hates you, just so you know.”

“I’m not talking about–”

“I know. That was another joke.” 

You stare at him blankly for a moment before you burst out laughing loudly. You could swear some of the tension leaves Fox’s shoulders as he watches you, his helmet tilting to one side. 

“That’s good. You’re getting good, Fox.” 

He nods, and you think he might be a little proud. His fingers flex nervously at his sides. “You said it was Thorn that lost you?”

“Yeah him and a couple of shinies. Why?”

You can see Fox considering something, something that makes him nervous, something wildly out of character for him. He reaches forward, spinning you to face away from him, and you feel the binders click loose. You bring your hands to your front, rubbing your wrists as you whirl to face the commander of the Coruscant Guard, who’s tucking his binders back on his belt. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” you ask, completely gobsmacked. 

He shrugs. “Thorn cheated at sabacc last week and still won’t own up to it. I like the idea of being able to hold this over his head and give him shit about it.” 

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Only if you keep standing here talking to me.” 

You grin, stepping forward and standing on tiptoe so that you can boldly place a kiss on his bucket. You pat the side of it as though it were his cheek. “Thanks, Fox.” 

His hand catches yours as you step away. “If you really want to see more of me,” he says quietly, “just come to the 79s and ask me on a date. Less paperwork and binders involved that way.” 

"But what if I like the binders?"

"I save those for at least the second date," he deadpans.

Heat flushes across your face at his offer. You poke a finger into his chest plate, trying to recover your footing with him. “Fine, but you’re buying.” 

He tosses you the credit pouch, which you clumsily catch. “Nope. The Senator’s husband is. But I’d get rid of that monogrammed pouch.” 

You playfully salute him. “Yes, sir.” 

He nods again before turning on his heel, disappearing into Coruscant’s fading light. 

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[clonemando]

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). 

Thanks for the tag @cacodaemonia

“Didn’t know you were into royalty Master Vos. Unfortunately I believe the princess is betrothed already. Too late for you to win her hand.” Fox hummed as he put on a few bracelets and rings to finish his disguise as said princess.

For my Corrie Guard Bingo Card square for Fashion. I'm also writing 100 word drabbles every day in May that I need to start posting but the last line on those is almost the entire thing XD

Tagging @bucket-tooka and anyone who follows me and wants to post.

[pencildragons]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox & CC-5869 | Stone & CC-4477 | Thire & Clone Commander Thorn Characters: Coruscant Guard Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Corporal Cholera (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), CC-5869 | Stone, Coruscant Guard Trooper Hound (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), Eldritch Coruscant Guard Troopers (Star Wars), Autistic Character, this fic was actually in part me writing smn as explicitly autistic, for the first time ever, to celebrate my diagnosis!!, Coruscant Guard Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), The Coruscant Guard Have Blackout Ops, Bingo, Possession, Do Not Drink The Wall Blood, Eldritch Possession Series: Part 2 of corrie guard bingo Summary:

Commander Thorn had said, You cannot ever speak about this to anyone. If you have to talk to someone about it, it’ll be your medic or one of the commanders. There’s a protocol for that. Fox designed it. Commander Thorn had said, one day, you are going to wake up and you will be missing time. You won’t remember what happened. You may be in a different location than you last recall. This is called a blackout. The first time it happens, you find your medic and mention to them in passing that the lights in the break room blew while you were in there. Commander Thorn had said, You can’t stop this. You can’t prepare for it. You just get to know that it will happen at some point, so when it does, you don’t panic. Some vod’e get lucky and it only happens once. Commander Thorn had said, I’m sorry, Corporal.

And Cholera had said, This is like Rule 8, and Commander Thorn had nodded and said, this is like Rule 8.

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fill for possession and eldritch for the @clonefandomevents​ corrie guard bingo!!

[prowlingthunder]

PTs Bingo Cards

Answering asks has led to the realization that I have Not Yet Posted all my bingo cards... Meep. Without further adieu, cards: The Bad Things Happen Bingo is hosted by @badthingshappenbingo​ The Obikin Bingo is hosted by @obikin-events

The Star Wars Rarepair Bingo is hosted by @starwarsrarepairbingo​

The rest are hosted by @clonefandomevents -- except the Old Republic Star Wars Bingo, which is mine. Need a card? Lets see what we can do for you!

Squares: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes: (Back) In Black

Squares:  Comfort from a nightmare, Soft, and Stolen moments: the wolf that wins is the one you fed

Squares: Jedi AU, Role Reversal: 

[wolviecat]

RECOMMISSIONING

It was hard to see them after they returned - sleepwalking through the day, not knowing their friends, their lives, their own names.

Fox somehow managed to sit there, introducing Hound to the animals he’d took care of since they were pups, without crying. He just wasn't sure if it was strength, or just a sign he’d finally broken.

Inspired by Their days are darker by Always a slut for HC

I love this story and I plane incorporate the motif of Fox having names of his recommissioned men written on the insideof his vembrace into my own Fox cosplay

@clonefandomevents

[lbibliophile-sw]

Rearguard

Also on AO3 [180w] @corrieweek - day 3: "you shouldn't be here" @ailesswhumptober - day 6: multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

“It’s almost time. You’re not coming?”

“Thire. For this to work, we all knew a handful of us would have to stay behind to make sure the rest can get away cleanly. It’s my duty as Marshal Commander to see this through. Besides, I’ve known since the first year of the war that there’s only one way I’m escaping Coruscant. Thorn tried to convince me otherwise, but… well. He can yell at me when I catch up.”

“And he’s not staying entirely alone. There are the other volunteers. And me.”

“Stone…”

“No, we’ve discussed this. He’ll be watching you, that’s the whole point. So you need someone else here with the system over-ride clearance codes to direct the evacuation. We started this together and we’ll finish it together.”

“Then shouldn’t I also –”

“No!”

“Thire, you’re a Commander – the last Guard Commander. Our vod’e will need you to lead them to the stars.”

“And you’re our vod’ika­. We need to know that you’re safe.

“I don’t like it, but I understand. Ret’urcye mhi, Stone, Fox.”

“K’oyachi, Thire.”

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic] a revelation in the light of day by @sapphire-deity

Star Wars: Jon Antilles & Coruscant Guard | Rated: T | Length: 20 minutes

5+1: how the Coruscant Guard Commanders adopted their very own Jedi, and then their Jedi adopted them back. Featuring Jon Antilles being the Jedi equivalent of a wet tooka, and the Guard unlocking their Mandalorian Adoption Genes.

Podded as a gift for @sishal01, filling @starwarsrarepairbingo prompt "5 + 1" and @clonefandomevents' Corrie Bingo for "possessive"