#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)

[rooksunday]

when the coruscant guard toured their new barracks, they immediately clocked a problem.

“where are the rest of the bunks?” stone asked, looking between his datapad of assignments, and the last of the dozen bunkrooms.

even sleeping two to a pod, with four pods to a room— even hotbunking, like they were going to have to if the ‘suggested’ shift schedule was correct— there simply weren’t enough beds.

thorn grimaced. “we could give up the rec room and mess.”

“and eat where? and we need at least one room for sitting in and staring into the middle distance,” stone countered. they’d been doing a lot of the latter that day already.

with a conceding shrug, thorn turned to fox, who had been increasingly stiff and silent as the inspection had continued. stone couldn’t blame him. the building that the senate had ‘generously provided’ appeared to be held together by force of habit and spite; stone could relate, but he didn’t want to spend a war there.

“what are you thinking, sir?” stone prompted fox. the vod was always thinking something. that was his problem.

fox shook his head slightly, as if stepping out of deep water. he hummed.

“i saw something on the holonet… leave it with me,” he said.

after fox had left—marching with determination toward the broom cupboard he’d claimed as a an office—stone turned to face thorn, who was already looking at him with a particular tilt to his visor.

“on the holonet?” thorn repeated. “have you got any idea what he’s talking about? all he looks at on there is conspiracy theories and pictures of tookas.”

stone slowly shook his head. “i’m sure it’ll be fine. i’m sure it’ll be… fine.”

the guard moved in. they made it work. what other option did they have?

six weeks after landing on coruscant, fox burst into the commanders’ shared bunk with something fluorescent streaked across his armour and the stench of burnt feathers in his wake. he’d lost his helmet somewhere. stone had been cleaning his armour and threw the cloth at fox in instinctive reaction, but fox just batted it away.

“what the kark, sir?” stone spat out, heart thick in his throat.

“whuzzat?” thorn mumbled as he rose to a sit. “fox, you stink.”

“of victory,” fox countered. he stalked across the room and thrust and vial of smoking … something… to stone. “here, drink this.”

stone’s eyebrows rose. “no? sir?”

“is it tasty?” thorn asked, sleepily.

fox produced another vial from his utility belt and held that one out to thorn. he popped the cap with his thumb. smoke boiled out, glittering like dust motes. this vial was presented to thorn.

“i put honey in yours,” fox said.

of course he did.

but if fox was handing mysterious vials to thorn, he probably wasn’t planning to kill them all. probably. besides, it had been a long assignment and the war wasn’t going anywhere. the chancellor wasn’t going anywhere. stone took his vial, and saw thorn take his.

“well. cheers, i suppose,” he said, catching eyes with thorn, who rose his vial in turn.

between them, fox danced from foot to foot like he’d drank too much water before a long shift. his attention flickered between stone and thorn as they drank. his eyes were bright and he kept making and unmaking fists at his sides. he looked like a tubie waiting for their first live fire drill.

stone drank.

“huh. that doesn’t—“

then things got really kriffed up.

cody rubbed at his comm as if that would help comprehension.

“say again? some interference on my end,” he said.

the tiny blue rex rubbed the bridge of his nose. “tookas, vod. hundreds of tookas. they’re all over the senate building. they’ve herded the chancellor into his office and are blocking the hallway. no one can move them. the optics would be terrible.”

“where did they come from? can’t the coruscant guard take care of it?” cody didn’t want to assign fox to animal crowd control, but wasn’t protecting the senate his job? an invasion probably counted.

“that’s the problem. one of the tookas… it knows dadita.”

“excuse me, captain. did you say there’s a tooka that knows dadita?” general kenobi asked, leaning in to see rex. he’d been working on the other side of the office on the negotiator; sound didn’t have far to travel.

“that’s right, sir.”

“fascinating. what did it have to say for itself?”

rex shifted his weight. he looked off-camera. “it said, ‘tell cody i’m the kar— i’m still the smart one’. sir.”

silence weighed heavily in the room. cody scratched his nose and turned the message over for a second time. a third. an eleventh.

“therefore you believe that this tooka—“

“is commander fox, sir, yes,” cody said, so rex didn’t have to.

“fascinating,” kenobi said again.

“yes, sir,” rex said, his tone implying that fascination wasn’t really the problem. “and also— excuse me, sirs, one moment.” his voice became louder as he looked off-cam again, and his brow furrowed. “did someone give fox’ika a lightsaber? why is it red? what do you mean, you found it in the chancellor’s office?”

cody met his general’s eyes, and suspected his own were as wide.

blast it, fox was the smart one.

[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

[elismor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: corrie guard - Freeform, Clone Trooper Shenanigans (Star Wars), Coruscant Guard, POV Boil (Star Wars), Minor Boil/Waxer (Star Wars), Bingo, Corrie Bingo, secret societies are all the rage on triple zero, Long Live Feedback Comment Project Series: Part 2 of Red Letter Days Summary:

Once upon a time, the Coruscant Guard got tired of all the pomp and circumstance of the Senate and started a secret society.

Second fill for my personal Corrie Bingo card: ceremony AND my entry for the The One With All the Prompts for April : the polka dot armor.

Card below the cut.

[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.

[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: 

[rooksunday]

Thorn had been staring at the datapad for nearly an hour, trying to find a solution to the meer rat infestation in the medbay, when a knock came on the office door. No one knocked on that door. Vode walked straight in and everyone else walked straight past. That's how Fox had—

Thorn pushed away the 'pad and pulled on his bucket. He cleared his throat.

"C-come in?" he said, not certain of the wording or indeed the sentiment, and sounding like a shiny as a consequence. He'd have to work on that.

When the door opened and Shiv walked in, some of the tension left Thorn, only to immediately return with reinforcements when he registered the look on her face. Thorn pushed to his feet. He braced himself on the desk. Coruscant never gave ground.

"Is it Thire? Stone?"

He couldn't stand another loss. He refused.

To Thorn's relief, Shiv shook her head. Then her gaze slid from him and she rubbed one hand across her mouth.

Thorn had never seen Shiv uncertain before. Medics weren't, as a rule. Different sequencing in their jars. At that expression on Shiv's face, Thorn's stomach twisted and he slowly sat back down. He flexed his fingers, unseen beneath the desk. Rats abruptly seemed an insignificant problem.

"Tell me."

"It's Fox," she said.

"I know it's Fox," Thorn snarled. "He's—"

"He's back."

Thorn tried to sit down again despite already sitting. The wheeled chair skidded back into the wall and he grabbed onto the lip of the desk to keep steady. His HUD registered an abrupt uptick in his heartrate. His ears were ringing. Somehow, his air filters were filling with crud, and making his breath come short.

"A-alive?" Fox couldn't be alive. Not after that.

As expected, Shiv shook her head in response to the weak question. Then she stopped. Shrugged. Seesawed her hand.

"Best if you come and see for yourself."

Thorn's last view of Fox, the memory he'd lingered over making to better etch it into whatever the Kaminoans had provided instead of a heart, had been of a soldier. That had been the image they'd wanted to send off. They'd done the best they could with his armour, buffing out the worst dents and touching up the paint, though they'd had to take a fresh helmet from the stores.

Thorn, Thire, and Stone had done the paint on the helmet. With a mulish expression, and a white-knuckled hand, Thire had added jaig eyes on the crest. No one had stopped him.

Then they'd sent what remained of Fox to the recycler.

So it came as a surprise to see Fox sitting upright on a medbay cot, swinging his feet back and forth like a shiny, one hand resting on his new helmet. His other hand was in the firm grip of Medic Gristle, whose usual glower was sliding toward baffled as they looked between Fox and their datapad.

The bafflement was understandable, given its origin in Fox. Fox, who was alive. Fox, whose skull appeared to be in one piece.

Fox, who was grinning.

Whatever Thorn’s face was doing, he figured it must reflect a variation of the stunned hope on Shiv's. As if embarrassed by her own emotions, Shiv gestured brusquely at the impossibility on the cot and then vanished to her office in short order. A traitorous part of Thorn wanted to go with her. He never got to keep anything on Coruscant. He didn't know how he was supposed to let go of Fox a second time.

"Thorn! I feel amazing!" Fox said brightly, like he'd just chugged the third caf of the day and was brewing the fourth against medical advice. "Hungry. But amazing! Despite Gristle here not letting me get anything to eat."

"I would if you'd let me finish my tests, sir," Gristle muttered.

"You've been testing me all morning."

"Because you were dead, sir. And now you're not. Your medical records are out of date."

Thorn winced, but Fox only barked his obnoxious laugh, and swung his legs a little faster. He looked happier than Thorn had seen him since their second day on Coruscant. He looked younger. Where had his scars gone?

Fox looked like a stranger that Thorn desperately wanted to be a friend. But he couldn't trust anything on Coruscant.

Thorn cleared his throat. He could've taken off his helmet but then Fox would've seen his face.

"What happened?" he asked, drawing closer despite himself. Then, weakly, Thorn added, "You were dead. And now you're not."

... It sounded just as absurd as when Gristle had said it.

"I know. Sorry, Thorn. I didn't mean to." Fox slowed his kicking feet and hunched his shoulders, looking down. He resembled nothing so much as Grizzer when she'd been denied a treat. Then his grin turned sly and he slid a sidelong gaze toward Thorn. Something on Gristle's datapad beeped. "Want to see something interesting?"

"CMO says you're confined to medbay," Gristle said, in nearly one rush of breath.

At the same time, Thorn said, "Yes."

Fox only heard one of them. In a blur of motion, so fast Thorn could only unpick the actions afterwards, Fox managed to evade Gristle, cross the medbay, grab a scalpel, and return to the cot. Then he drew the scalpel across his wrist, too fast for Gristle or Thorn to do anything more than cry out.

"Don't fuss," Fox murmured, his eyes gleaming. He flapped his other hand. Blood spattered from the scalpel. "Just watch."

Thorn watched—why could he only ever watch—as Fox's blood abruptly changed direction and returned to the wound, which then sealed itself, as if time ran in reverse. Gristle grunted and immediately grabbed Fox's no-longer-injured arm to scan, muttering under their breath.

"Results are normal," Gristle bit out.

Thorn stuttered. "H-How?"

Another cadet-bright smile. "I'm really hungry, Thorn. Can we go to the mess?"

"I suggest giving it another minute, sirs. For any��� Complications," Gristle said.

"What possible further complications could we— Fox!"

Another impossible flash across the medbay, this time to— Thorn winced as Fox sank his teeth into the belly of the meer rat he clutched in his hands. Blood smeared Fox's face as he burrowed into the innards for another messy bite. The sound of tearing flesh and fur made Thorn's skin creep. The rat's tail was still twitching.

Fox's grin shone bright and sharp.

As Fox continued to chew, Thorn pulled off his bucket and sat it beside Fox's on the cot. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and tried not to hear Fox chewing on the rat's bones. Gristle lowered their datapad and watched Fox like a compelling holonovella.

"Sir…" they ventured, only to stop. What else could they say?

"I know," Thorn replied. Then he sighed. "Well, on the bright side, at least that's the rat problem sorted."

[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.”