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tcwmatchmakingau · 1 year ago

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One Call Away - Pt. 1

Summary: Thorn wants Fox to find love, and he’s counting on Daria to make it happen. An unstoppable force is about to meet an immovable object.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Daria Trace (OC)

Rating: G (later chapters will get spicy 👀)

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2886

Written to: The Archer by Taylor Swift

Massive shoutout to @deejadabbles not only for taking the first/last look but also encouraging me so much. Wouldn’t have made it without her 🥰

Matchmaking for the clones was nothing like matchmaking for the smarmy elites of Coruscant. The most noticeable difference was the way they showed their gratitude after a successful match. Daria had received expensive bottles of whiskey, opera tickets and even furs from clients. The gifts were accompanied by generic messages clearly written by their aides, and while Daria wouldn’t say no to good whiskey or a fun night at the theatre, the gifts were perfunctory in nature.

The clones, however, showed their appreciation with their hearts. Daria had received flowers clearly stolen from someone’s greenhouse that perfectly matched her lavender hair, gift cards for iced coffee, all manner of fidgets to keep her occupied, and her favorite, new photos of them with their new partners.

Commander Thorn in particular was immensely grateful for his new girlfriend, but when he’d come by bearing a gift he’d also had a request.

“I’m always happy to see you Thorn, but I’m curious as to why you have a knife in my office,” Daria said, eyeing the blade Thorn was twirling around.

“You like to keep your hands busy, right? So you can learn to spin this, and eventually how to throw it,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “Your hands will never be bored again.”

“A bold claim,” she said, following the knife’s movements. There was something alluring about such a dangerous plaything in motion, and she found her fingers twitching in anticipation. “Ok, I’ll try it.”

“That’s my girl!” He brought the knife to an abrupt stop offering it to her handle first.

Daria took the knife and began slowly moving it through her fingers. Thorn watched her work out the best way, as her hand was much smaller than his, and bare. After one minute, the knife was flipping through her fingers quickly and smoothly.

“Kriff, this is really fun,” she confessed quietly. She couldn’t play with it around other people, unless she was hoping to intimidate them, but when she was alone it would definitely be in heavy rotation amongst her other toys. “Thank you, Thorn.”

“You’re welcome, and now for the part where I beg for assistance.”

Daria stopped the knife, placing it on her desk with a decisive click.

“She does not wish to receive heart-shaped jewelry, so go back to the drawing board on that one,” Daria said after a moment of scrutiny.

“Wha-, how did you-?” Thorn stammered. Daria’s uncanny ability to snatch up threads of thought still left him speechless every time. But he was a man on a mission, and recovered quickly. “Consider the jewelry scrapped. I need to bring someone to you. He needs your help.”

Daria’s dark brown eyes lit up instantly. A smile played around her full lips, as she grabbed her datapad.

“You’ve got my attention,” she said with a raised brow.

“Excellent. It’s my ori’vod, Fox,” Thorn said, his face growing serious.

“Marshal Commander ‘Fall in line or fuck off’ Fox?” Daria asked.

Thorn nodded, “That’s the one. He practically lives in his office still, and he needs someone to get him out. Someone that makes him want to take his days off. Someone who he can’t intimidate. Who won’t take his shit.”

“You want me to find someone who’s not intimidated by the most intimidating authority figure on the planet? Possibly in the quadrant?”

“You’re Daria Trace. You found someone that made Wolffe smile. Not a ‘last thing you see before you die’ smile, but an ‘I’m so in love’ smile,” Thorn said, his bright eyes soft and hopeful.

“While everything you just said is true,” Daria conceded. “Commander Wolffe wanted my help. I feel like Commander Fox will toss me in a holding cell, if I so much as suggest he needs my assistance finding a date.”

“But he does,” Thorn insisted. “Just meet him. If he’s hopeless, he’s hopeless. If he’s not, promise me you’ll find someone for him.”

Daria adored the clones, but the way they wielded those big brown eyes was brutal. It was nearly impossible to deny them anything in one’s power.

“Bring him in,” she said finally, caving to Thorn’s masterful tooka eyes.

“Wizard! I knew you’d be up for it,” He cheered. “This means the world to me, Daria. He deserves to live his life.”

“You all do,” she assured him. “I promise I’ll do all I can. Now put on your helmet and get out of my office.”

Thorn shot her a winning smile, and left with a pep in his step. The door had barely closed behind him before Daria was researching Fox on the holonet while she twirled her new vibroblade.

***

Fox never thought he would miss the rules that led all of his vode to keep their relationships under wraps, but then Right to Love set up shop. He now had a battalion of love struck shock troopers, who couldn’t stop going on and on about their new partners, and their matchmakers.

Everywhere he went it was:

“Tarsi changed my life.”

“I owe Yen everything.”

“Daria is a miracle worker.”

Daria Fucking Trace. She was Thorn’s favorite, and he’d been bugging Fox to come and meet her ever since his first date with his now girlfriend. Every three to five business days, he’d be back at it again. Fox loved seeing his brothers happy, and thriving. Especially Thorn, even though he was testing Fox’s patience.

Fox had made the mistake of saying Thorn’s lunch looked tasty, and he’d eagerly explained his girlfriend made it for him, and Fox could have homemade lunches with love notes too, if he would just meet Daria.

“Look, Fox, I know you’re very attached to your nocturnal, work is my life persona, but we’re free men now,” Thorn said before biting into his lunch, humming with joy at the taste. “We deserve to be happy. Especially you, vod.”

“Free or not, we still have a job to do. One of us has to stay focused, so the rest can go off with pretty nat borns,” Fox countered, sipping on an iced caf.

“You should be out with pretty nat borns too. Why are you punishing yourself?”

“I’m not punishing myself. I’m just too busy for a relationship. Someone has to keep this place in order. As Marshal Commander,” Fox began.

“As Marshal Commander,” Thorn mocked with an exaggerated voice. “Just go with me to meet her. If it doesn’t work, I’ll kriff off. But if she can find you a nice young woman or man to get the stick out of your ass…”

“Will you leave me the kriff alone if I say yes?” Fox demanded.

“Yes! For a time.”

“And I won’t have to hear about Daria Trace for the next 30 rotations minimum?”

“Sure thing…but you’ll go?” Thorn looked so excited, even Fox felt himself melting a little. His soft spot for Thorn would never harden it seemed.

“Fine. Set it up.”

“YES!” Thorn cheered before taking a victorious bite of his lunch, grinning as he chewed.

***

Daria waltzed to the lobby promptly at 1259 hours, and found Blizzard obsessively straightening his desk.

“What are you doing, Blizz?” She asked with barely concealed amusement.

“The Commander Fox is coming here. I just want everything to be perfect.” He leaned closer and offered in a conspiratorial whisper, “He’s so kriffing cool. Total badass. I’m equally terrified and in awe.”

“Is that so?” Daria asked with a grin.

Blizzard nodded, and opened his mouth to say more, but at 1300 hours on the dot the door was opening to admit Commander Thorn with Commander Fox in tow.

Thorn always brought wonderful energy into any space, and Daria found his presence comforting if a bit wild.

Fox’s energy was an entirely different story. Contained, but utterly commanding with the fiercest protective intent. She couldn’t focus on anything else no matter how she tried, but the part that surprised her was the blissful feeling of being utterly secure. Safe. Relaxed.

Her constant desire to fidget was quelled. Her fingers rested in her pockets. Her weight held in place rather than shifting. Her heart was steady, calm.

Is this what other people feel like all of the time? Daria thought, offering a dazzling smile to the pair of commanders.

Thorn, never being one for ceremony, scooped Daria up into a bear hug, squishing her against his armored chest until she wheezed in protest.

“I’m happy to see you too,” she coughed out, as he placed her back on her feet.

“I forget how tiny and soft you are,” Thorn said as though he was amused.

“Scientists and therapists under 5’7” aren’t known for breeding kids of the blaster-toting, knife-gifting variety,” Daria said, lifting one expertly arched brow.

“It’s ok, Daria, we can’t all be perfect,” Thorn said, pulling his helmet off, and shaking his curls free. “This is Commander Fox. Fox, this is Daria Trace. The miracle matchmaker.”

“Is that what you’ve been telling people about me?” Daria asked, her face warming up instantly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Commander. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure my exploits were greatly exaggerated. Especially coming from my dear little brother,” Fox said, his tone bored, and drier than Tatooine.

Oh this will be fun. Daria thought.

“Well, I’ll let you do your thing, and find Fox a wife or a husband. He’s not picky,” Thorn said with a smirk. “He can’t be with that face.”

The modulator did nothing to hide the sigh of sheer exhaustion from Fox.

“You have the same…clone humor. I should have expected nothing less from you,” Daria said with a soft laugh.

“Don’t indulge him,” Fox said tilting his head at her disapprovingly.

“Sorry. Follow me,” Daria said, with a laugh.

Fox followed the matchmaker down the hall. Everything about her said she’d never followed a rule in her life. From her mismatched earrings to the way she walked like there was music playing only she could hear. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes, the way her rich voice wrapped around the word Commander like the concept of authority amused her. It was completely unsurprising that Thorn was fond of her.

Reaching her office, Fox scanned the room quickly. A wall devoted to her successful matches no doubt, as he saw several of his brothers’ faces, including Thorn and Wolffe. There were a number of small toys scattered across Daria’s desk. Fox counted 10. Some brightly colored, some durasteel, and before she could stash it in a drawer…

“Is that a vibroblade?” he asked, folding his arms, as he took a seat at her desk.

“Gift from Thorn,” she said, closing the drawer where she kept the weapon turned fidget toy.

“Don’t cut yourself with it,” Fox said. “It’ll be a mountain of paperwork when you have to explain to a doctor how a matchmaker got stabbed with a vibroblade.”

“Don’t lose sleep over it, Commander,” Daria said, whipping the knife out of the drawer and spinning it quickly through her fingers while keeping her eyes on his visor.

“How long have you been practicing that?”

“Every free moment for 3 rotations,” she confessed.

Fox shook his head. That tracked.

“You didn’t come all the way here to discuss my knife skills. You need a date.”

“I’m only doing this to get Thorn off of my ass,” Fox said, folding his arms, and sitting back in the chair across from Daria.

“Ah so you’d like to hang out in my office, kill an hour, and then go back and pretend I’m a fake?” Daria asked, with a raised brow.

“Something like that.”

Daria laughed, and Fox noted the sound was pleasant, infectious. “Nope. My professional reputation is as sparkling as your service record, Commander.”

“Please. This is guess work at best,” He argued.

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

“How?” He asked.

“Talk to me.”

“That’s what I’m doing now.”

Daria released a sigh, and fixed him with a look. “I mean about something real like why Thorn is so invested in your love life.”

“Because he’s a nosy little brother. As an only child, you wouldn’t know about that,” He said, relaxing his arms, as he made himself comfortable. He was disappointed when his revelation was met with a satisfied little grin instead of surprise.

“I hope you found something more interesting than that in my background check,” She said, placing her elbows on the desk, and resting her chin on her crossed fingers.

“Perhaps. I’d never show all of my cards right away, Trace,” He said with a light shrug. “And neither would you.”

You wanna play hardball, let’s play. She thought.

“Ok, you think I'm a fraud; I think you’re afraid.”

The lightest shift in energy in the room told Daria she’d struck a nerve.

“What makes you think that?” He asked, keeping his voice professional and even.

“A very long list of things that I couldn’t get through with 2 full rotations devoted to you, so let’s split my lunch, Thorn’ll think we did the whole thing, and you can go back to pretending you’re happy.” Reaching into her bottom desk drawer, Daria pulled out her lunch, and set about portioning out half for Fox.

“Here,” She said, passing him half of her pasta, and half of a large pastry.

He’d been on the verge of declining and walking out, but he was absolutely starving, and it looked so delicious. Especially the pastry. His sweet tooth wouldn’t let him say no. He accepted the food, and watched as Daria got comfortable in her chair, one leg tucked beneath her, as she started eating.

There was a light hiss, as Fox unsealed and removed his helmet. He was acutely aware of the matchmaker’s gaze, as she took in his features. He could hear her mentally noting the differences between him and his brothers. The scar on his nose, his curls held back by a red headband, the dark circles under his eyes.

He shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth, and resisted humming in pleasure. Of course it’s delicious. Perfect. He thought, annoyed.

“Good?” She asked, swallowing her current bite, and looking hopeful.

“Yeah,” He confessed. “I don’t really make time to cook.”

“I’d be more surprised if you did.”

They continued to eat in a surprisingly companionable silence until Fox bit into the pastry. Fuck, ok. He thought.

“I’m not pretending I’m happy,” he blurted out before taking another bite of the fluffy treat.

“I didn’t peg you for a liar, Commander.”

“I’m not lying,” He shot back, brow furrowed.

“You were bred for war, told you’d see the stars, and got stuck in this corrupt skughole,” Daria said, twirling noodles onto her fork. “Your life is your own now, but you insist on clinging to what you know because it’s safe, simple, comforting.”

“You don’t have a sense of duty, clearly,” Fox said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, I do. I just also believe that my life is mine, and feeling fulfilled is important. That can look different for different people,” she replied. “Do you feel fulfilled?”

He stared down at his food for a moment. “You’re irritating, did you know that?”

“I’ve heard it a few times.”

After another long moment, Fox confessed, “Maybe coming home to someone wouldn’t be terrible, but they’d have to understand the job comes first. My hours aren’t normal, and I don’t dance.”

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” Daria said, scooping up her datapad and making some notes while she munched on half of the pastry. “Do you like animals?”

“No.”

“This is going to take forever, if you keep lying to me,” she said without missing a beat as she marked yes.

“How do you do that? It’s exhausting,” Fox snapped, shoving the last bite of pastry into his mouth.

“It’s always been like that,” Daria looked up then, and fixed him in her gaze. “You have a sweet tooth. It’s bad.”

“So find me a baker.”

“It’s not that easy.”

After another hour of getting raked over the coals by the matchmaker, Daria escorted Fox back to the lobby.

“I’ll call you,” she said with a mysterious little smile. “Bye, Thorn.”

“Bye, Daria. Thank you,” Thorn called as she made her way back down the hallway.

Fox watched her go before slipping out of the front door and taking a deep breath once it had closed behind him.

“She’s amazing, right?” Thorn asked, joining him.

Fox pulled on his helmet. “She’s as obnoxious as you without the shared DNA to make it tolerable.”

“Whatever, you love me,” Thorn said, as he donned his own helmet. “Let’s go get food. I’m starving.”

“I already ate. Go take your girlfriend to a food stand, and I’ll see you in a little while,” Fox ordered.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Thorn replied, taking off towards the train.

Alone with his thoughts, Fox wandered back towards the barracks.

Daria Fucking Trace was an absolute menace. There was no doubt about it.

***

No less than 15 minutes after Fox’s departure, Daria was twirling her blade, and flipping through profiles. No one currently in the system would suit the salty Commander, but she was determined to find someone who could make that man smile. He might have been hard on the outside, but those soft insides deserved someone who would cherish him.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #Coruscant Guard #Original Clone Characters #commander fox x oc #tcw commander fox #tcw commander thorn #oc: daria trace #oc: blizzard #star wars oc #seven writes

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nopynopa · 24 days ago

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Clones with their date(with my OCs)💕

Commander Neyo/Amata Haralis : Going to festival

Commander Thorn/Ranee Variss : Dinner in luxury restaurant

Commander Monnk/Imara Noru : Swimming or Dinner by the sea

Commander Colt/Hina Osomi : In field of flowers 🌸

Commander Gregor/Maya Zindagee : Dinner in open roof restaurant

Commander Appo/Cherrish Lene : Going to cake workshop (cherrish like cooking)

Jess/Umlilo : Driving a car (or speeder?)

Kix/Eyre : Ice skating

Tup/Souta : Watching stars

Hardcase/Talia : Picnicking

Commander Cody/Pierce : Watching a movie

Waxer/Jaci : Being babysitting for Numa

Boil/Klea : In theme park

Commander Bly/Beta: Going to art gallery

Commander Gree/Faith : Playing games in arcade

Commander Bacara/Gafna : Camping

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wanderinginksplot · 1 year ago

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Commander Thorn

Commander Thorn of the Coruscant Guard is known for being a bit menacing, a bit abrasive, and a bit grumpy. Except, apparently, for the right person.

(Please note that this is my characterization of Thorn’s personality, not the popular fanon version. In my works, Thorn is more serious while Thire is lighter hearted. Consider this your warning. Respectfully, I am not interested in messages telling me my characterization is ‘wrong’.)

Warriors in Red Armor - Coruscant Guard x fem!OCs pairing - 65.2k words. Some of the best-known members of the Coruscant Guard meet some of the sharpest women in the galaxy. Even as they get closer, the galaxy seems to be changing in strange ways… Themes of enemies-to-lovers, fluff, and loss of mental autonomy. Contains descriptions of protests, arrests, jail, mistreatment of clone troopers.

Thorn + Snow - Thorn x gn!reader - 0.9k words. You talk Thorn into accompanying you outside the Coruscant Guard building just in time for a rare Coruscanti snowfall.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #commander thorn #thorn x reader #thorn x you #coruscant guard #tcw thorn #thorn x fem!oc #ink's fics #reader insert fic #reader insert #wanderinginksplot's masterlist #masterlist update #masterlist

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wild-karrde · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’d like to recommend Sweet True Lies ch.2 for Fandom Friday! @sleepingsun501 does such an amazing job with her characterization of Fox. It’s so different than how we usually see him and I love the tender light she paints him in. His relationship with Thorn in this chapter is also so wholesome and brotherly, something I think he really needs. I also absolutely adore her OC Keeda. She’s so strong and capable, but she’s also human and how she deals with her emotions in this chapter was written so beautifully.

Thank you so much for hosting this amazing fic rec list every week!

HECK YES! I loved learning more about Keeda this chapter, and I also adored getting an insight into Fox's internal musings and his relationship with Thorn! This story is absolutely shaping up in wonderful ways, and I just eat up Erin's characterizations. And I was so excited to see @rexxdjarin's OC Mari make an appearance as well!

Thank YOU so much for sending this in! Couldn't do it without y'all!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #commander fox #commander thorn #OC Keeda Ionza #nsft #lemon #lemony lemon #commander fox x oc #commander fox x ofc #commander fox x original female character

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 10 months ago

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Collection of my TCW art. I mostly draw Commander Fox and Coruscant Guard, 501st boys, and through those lovely asks you sent me, other characters too. :))))

JUNE 2023

「501 shenanigans」 [ART]

「POV: Fives approaches you in 79's」 [ART]

「Anakin Needs therapy」 [ART]

AUGUST 2023

「Dar'Ad」 [AO3] + [FIC]

「Foxhunt」 [ART]

02/08/2023| Commander Fox | Blood | I drew this picture first and then and then I wanted to write a description and Dar’Ad happened. The picture takes place after some time of the snippet.

SEPTEMBER 2023

「Comfort a character: Deadshot」[ART]

03/09/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | Comfort a character prompt | Umbaran darkness hide the tears of the grief-weary troopers |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Fox」 [ART & Snippet]

03/09/2023 | Cadet Fox, Alpha-17, Captain Fordo | Comfort a character prompt | Alpha is TRYING OKAY??? |

「Comfort a character: Rex」 [ART]

07/09/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Cody | Comfort a Character prompt | Hurt & comfort |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Rex」 [ART]

10/09/2023 | Cadet Rex, and Cadet Fox aka Tintin (by Kilt) | Comfort a character prompt | Omg, this was such a lovely request from my friend, I still think about it a lot~ I really enjoyed trying out a different coloring technique |

「Comfort a character: Dogma」 [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

「Comfort a character: Fox」 [ART]

29/09/2023 | Commander Fox, OC: Headshot | Comfort a character prompt| We have a shared custody on Headshot with ithillia <3 |

OCTOBER 2023

「Red is a color of...」 [ART]

03/10/2023 | Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | …LOVE | No context, just unhinged Fox | I have many Commander Fox in my head, but this one is actually crazy like a fox.

「Bullet-time Fox」 [ART]

05/10/2023| Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire, Commander Stone, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer | The corrie commanders are major dorks when no one is looking |

「Fives」 [ART]

10/10/2023 | Gift for Mary <3 | ARC Trooper Fives |

「Mal」 [ART]

| Gift for Corey | Corey's OC | Precious scarred babu <3

「Happy Dogma」 [ART]

14/10 | Clone Trooper Dogma | Character reaction to post | DOGMA IS THE SWEETEST GOODEST BOY MUST PROTECC |

「Fives x Shots」 [ART]

CLONESHIP 23/10/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | They are in love, you honour |

「TCW x Lucky Star」 [ART]

25/10/2023 | Commander Fox | Incorrect Quote | Redrawing Kogami Akira as Fox |

NOVEMBER 2023

「Mlem.」 [COMIC]

09/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Jesse | Torrent barrack shenanigans | Boys being boys | Hardcase is a kind of friend who randomly licks your face |

「I've got a birthday gift from Corey! 」 [Gift] <3

「Received a gift on my birthday <;3」 [Comic]

「Thoughts about natborn cadets」 [Photo]

18/11/2023|Commander Fox, ARC Trooper Fives | Toy Photo |

「It’s called nature, Fox!」 [Photo]

19/11/2023| Commander Fox, Arc Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | Commander Fox doesn’t like nature |

「The Captain isn't entirely satisfied with the new ARC trooper」 [Comic]

「Fox loves caf」 [Photo]

30/11/2023| Commander Fox | Toy Photo | Don’t tell him it’s chai latte |

DECEMBER 2023

「I don’t deserve you」 [ART & FIC]

「I don’t deserve you」 [FIC]

「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]

12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |

「I do deserve better」 - [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

JANUARY 2024

「Commander Wolffe portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Commander Wolffe | 104th follower celebration thingy |

「Fives portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Arc Trooper Fives | Art Request |

「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]

Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |

「Sergeant Sinker portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024 | Clone Trooper Sinker | Art request | I love how this little shit turned out <3

「Warthog & Tracer portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024| Clone Trooper Warthog, Clone Trooper Tracer | Art Request | How dare you make me invest in cloneboys again just to get my heart broken!!! >:(((( |

「Big Bad Wolffe」 [ART]

21/01/2024 | Cadet Rex, Cadet Wolffe | Art request | Soft babybabus <3 |

[Rex with a lightsaber] [ART]

24/01/2024 | Captain Rex | Art request | Let me see what you have! - A lasersword. - NO! |

FEBRUARY 2024

「Dar’ad part II」 [ART] + [AO3]

「Sketchdump」 [ART]

FIVES x DEADSHOT ECHO x TECH MAZE x BOOKS CLONESHIP 02/02/2024| ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Echo, TBB Tech, Alpha-26 Maze | sketchbook | Various sketches about cloneboys + JungleSkirmish!AU lore |

「Obedience/Devotion」 [ART] + [AO3]

「I love you」 [ART]

「IT’S COFFE TIME!」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Commander Fox | ASDF movie parody | It’s Muffin time! song parody |

「Clones in the closet」 [ART]

15/02/2024 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase | Characters react to post | My brain hurts :DDD |

「City boy gets intimidated by war veteran’s huge equipment」 [ART]

Not a cloneship, but I’m a very mature person and the dialogue is purposefully written as cockmeasuring 18/02/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, OC: Headshot | Kix tries to befriend the corrie medic |

「Life after O66」[ART]

19/02/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn, OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire | ARTs and rambling about OC’s and how they life will be after Order 66 | WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.

APRIL 2024

「Finger-sketches」 [ART]

25/04/2024 | OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma | Sketchbook app | Quick finger-sketches drawn during empty hours |

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mamuzzy · 1 year ago

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ART & FIC masterlist LEGEND

🍀 - General / Safe for view 💗 - Fluff 💔 - Angst / Hurt, no comfort ❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/comfort ⚣ - Male x Male ⚤ - Male x Female 💋 - Suggestive/nude/sexual themes 🤬 - Swearing ❌ - Not safe for view 💀 - Violence 💌 - Ask/request 💐 - Gift 📝- Snippet included

「 ✦ Republic Commando ✦ 」

Kal Skirata and his 106 children [ART] | Kal Skirata | Sketchbook 🍀

Ordo and Fi [ART] | Ordo Skirata, Fi Skirata | Sketchbook| 🍀

But seriously I have the best moots, I'm gonna cry [ART] | Ordo Skirata | Sketchbook | 🍀💌

I don’t deserve you - Ordo x Maze [COMIC] |Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ship prompt | Cloneship | 🍀❤️‍🩹⚣

Dynamic of Ordo and Maze [Snippet] | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Cloneship | 🍀📝⚣ 💋Maze miserably fails at flirting.

Cunty Kama [ART] | Fi Skirata | Reaction to post | 🍀

Erotic Dice Game with the Di’kutla couple - Ordo x Maze [ART] | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Cloneship | 🍀⚣💋they are playing an erotic dice game but kind of cockblocked by the game itself 「 ✦ The Clone Wars ✦ 」

TCW x Lucky Star [ART] | Commander Fox | Incorrect Quote | 🍀🤬📝

Thoughts about natborn cadets [Photo] |Commander Fox, ARC Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | 🍀📝

「 ✦ The Clone Wars 2003 ✦ 」

General Grievous doodle [ART] |General Grievous| 🍀💌 「 ✦ Jedi Knight ✦ 」 Master Katarn & Master Skywalker [ART] | Kyle Katarn, Luke Skywalker | 🍀 「 ✦ MY SW OCs✦ 」

ARC Trooper Deadshot: He is my babygirl, 501st ARC trooper with amnesia, confident in his abilities but his self-esteem in casual situation is basicly non-existent. Clone Trooper Blaze: Energetic and playful trooper from the Coruscant Guard ready to cause trouble 24/6. Sometimes he sleeps. Clone Trooper Vorn: Trooper with weird humour, "orivod" of Blaze. Hard to get along with. Clone Trooper Bolt: He doesn't speak to me, but he exists. Corrie who loves high places. Clone Trooper Lily: Corriecutie always ready to have the latest gossips of the CG. Headshot: He is a shared OC, CMO of the Coruscant Guard with curiousity for the field of psychology. Clone Trooper Kissar: Proud trooper of the 104th, Fierce and very protective to his brothers. If I choose violence, he is from the first Wolfpack. Headshot [ART] |OC: Headshot, Commander Fox | Sketchbook| 🍀🤬 Deadshot gets the love he deserves [ART] | OC: Deadshot | Sketchbook | 🍀💗 Corries [ART & Lore] | OC: Vorn, OC: Blaze, OC: Bolt | Incorrect Quote | Sketchbook| 🍀 Comfort a character: Deadshot [ART] | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | 🍀💔 Shattered [ART] | OC: Deadshot | Sketchbook| 🍀💔 Fives x Shots [ART] | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | 🍀💗⚣ Cloneship Mlem. [COMIC] | OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma | 🍀🤬 Stargazing [ART] | OC: Deadshot | 🍀❤️‍🩹💌 I've got a birthday gift from Corey! [Gift from Corey + Reaction Art] <3 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Tup | 🍀💌💐 I've known this vod’ika for a day and a half… [ART] | OC: Kissar, Corey’s OC: Cariad | 🍀

Blorbo bleebus ft. Deadshot + Aftermath [Comic]|OC: Deadshot, Captain Rex | Blorbo Meme | ⚣cloneship mentioned 💋mentions of blowjob, mentions of fucking… meh, don’t take this seriously, nothing graphical, just written shenanigans all over the page. Blorbo bleebus: The Aftermath part II. ft. Bruiser & Kissar [ART] |OC: Deadshot, OC: Kissar, Other’s OC: Bruiser | ⚣cloneship💋Everyone loves Commander Wolffe Parasite in his own body [ART] 18+ | OC: Deadshot, unknown male character | NSFW ART | Kink: Knife play, Kink: Bondage, Kink: Degrading | Kink: Dirty Talk | Warning: Blood, Warning: Knife cut, Warning: Formication | Everything is consensual | ❌💋📝⚣

Culture shock(ed)trooper [Snippet] |OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, Corrie!Fives | Warning: mentions of drugs | ❌📝

Deadshot has one of those days [ART] |OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook |🍀

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Kasen is still the sword of elegance [ART] | Kasen Kanesada | Sketchbook 🍀🤬

SLANDER!!! [ART] | Juzumaru Tsunetsugu | Sketchbook | 🍀

Slanderman [ART] | Juzumaru Tsunetsugu | Slenderman parody | 🍀

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halzore · 3 years ago

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Some Caf and a Commander Pt. 2

Commander Fox x OC ----- Part 1 Here

Welcome to Part 2 of this series, this time featuring Thorn in all of his brotherly goodness. Feedback/interaction always appreciated, let me know what you like, if there is something you want to see. My ask box is always open. If you would like to be tagged in future parts, let me know!

Word Count: 964

Contains: shenanigans, Fox being a grumpy shit, some cute moments -- Practically all one could want in a Fox fic.

Thorn didn’t get the rank of Commander by being blasé and it didn’t take a genius to notice the constant resignation oozing out of Fox’s office all day. That’s why Thorn double took as he passed a chirpy Fox in the hallway, clutching a pastel pink flimsi cup. Seeing Fox by the light of day was rare, seeing him with a spring in his step was even rarer.

Thorn didn’t get the rank of Commander by being blasé, but he definitely got the rank of being an annoying little brother by sticking his nose where it shouldn’t have been.

He wrapped lightly on Fox’s door.

“What is it?” Thorn took that as an invitation to wedge the door open and pop his head in.

“So… what’s going on.” The cheeky lilt in Thorn’s voice was not lost on Fox, who leant back in his chair, raising his eyebrows.

“Senatorial reports,” Fox technically wasn’t lying, he did have senatorial reports open on his data-pad, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Nothing else?” The question was dripping with presumption, Fox just stared his brother down.

“Someone else perhaps?” Thorn pressed. He was trying his best to hold back his chuckles, and was very close to failing miserably.

“Get out of my office before I assign you KP duty.” The classic Fox glare was back and Thorn couldn’t help but giggle.

“You can’t assign me KP duty, I’m a Commander.” He giggled as he withdrew his head from Fox’s office and shut the door behind him.

“I still outrank you dimwit.” Fox called through the door, clearly unimpressed with his brother’s antics.

Thorn continued his daily rounds, while he had lots of fun annoying his brother, Fox had managed to dodge telling Thorn anything.

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Days rolled by, and Thorn was suspicious. Everyday, around mid-morning, Fox slipped out of his office onto the street. And on one occasion Thorn was tailing behind him. Thorn watched as Fox darted in and out of the morning bustle on the Courscanti streets, before watching him make a beeline to the right into a little bricked corner shop.

Thorn jogged to close the distance between him and the shop, to not lose visual on his brother. Fox was standing at the end of the counter, helmet off, talking to someone. Thorn walked into the store. The bell jingled behind him.

“Oh, Fox, you brought a friend today. I’m Fay” Fay smiled to the commander as she worked on her orders. Thorn slapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder, Fox grimaced.

“I’m Thorn, nice to meet you, Fox has told me all about you.” Thorn couldn’t help but smile, Fox shrivelled up and grimaced harder.

“Really? Hopefully good things.” Red was creeping up Fay’s neck as she spoke. “Have you got an order Thorn? On me.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t.” Thorn responded. “Fox here drinks enough caf for all of us.” Fox didn’t think he could ever hate Thorn, but here he was wishing he could catapult his brother into the lava pits of Mustafar. “And don’t worry, Fox always says good things.” Thorn winked at Fay, who quickly smiled and turned away.

Fay finished up her caf for Fox and then ran around to the other end of the counter, shoving something in a couple of bags. She handed the goods to Fox.

“Your caf Fox, and a Caramel Slice for the both of you.” She gave Fox a smile, a smile that Fox found himself thinking about during briefings when he was supposed to be focussed. “I’ll see you tomorrow? Thorn too?”

“Just me tomorrow.” Fox replied. “Thorn has had enough of an outing for the rest of the rotation. I’ll see you then Fay.” Fox began to walk out.

“Looking forward to it,” She called as they left.

The bell jingled as the two guardsmen crossed the threshold onto the street. Fox rounded on Thorn.

“Care to tell me what in the blazing hells you were doing following me?” Fox was furious, his voice always got extra careful when he was furious. Thorn had already taken a bite out of his caramel slice.

“You were happy, it was strange.” Shrugging, Thorn took another bite out of the dessert. Fox whacked him on the back of the head.

“Can you take this seriously?”

“What, it’s tasty.” Thorn gestured at the slice. “Plus, now I know its a girl and not an underground illegal Massiff-fighting ring, I don’t have to report you.”

Fox sighed. Why couldn’t he have one slice of peace away from it all, the senators, the chancellor and Thorn’s good-for-nothing nosiness.

“You don’t speak a word of this to anyone, or else. Got it?” He levelled at Thorn. Thorn nodded in agreement. They both wandered back to the Senate buildings in silence, both munching away at their sweet treats, Fox sipping his caf.

Fox tossed his cup in the bin at the entryway to the guard base. The pink cup sat on top of the rubbish revealing little black writing. Thorn whistled.

“Fox, you player.” Fox looked at his brother in confusion. Thorn gestured to the recently disposed cup. Fox retrieved the cup, rolling it in his hands so he could read the little black writing.

Fox, my comm channel is in with your caramel slice, feel free to use it. Love Fay.

Thorn was grinning, Fox was desperately rummaging inside the flimsi bag for whatever Fay had hidden. And he found it, a small white napkin with a number scribbled on it. Fox pocketed it, and glared daggers at Thorn.

“You tell no one.” He threatened.

“Only if you call her.” Thorn grinned. “If you don’t, I will.”

“Back off, she gave me her number, not you.” Fox said. “And fine, I’ll call it.”

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adhd-coyote · 7 months ago

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Update day for And Wait For Yours to Interlock!! We did a double update, both because these chapters are relatively short and for Star Wars Weekend!!

Chapter 8: Progress & Chapter 9: Trust Fall Authors: adhd_coyote (me) & TheDarkRat (@darknight-brightstar) Rating: M Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Cody, Past Cody/Fox, Future Obi-Wan/Cody/Fox, background Thire/Stone, Waxer/Boil, OC Clone/OC Clone Chapter 8 Summary: Fox remembers the promise he made to Obi-Wan and Cody. He doesn't have to be alone. Chapter 9 Summary: There is an accident. And Before, it might have been so much worse. But Thorn calls the only person he knows who can help.

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year ago

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Casually reblogs my own stuff 😎

This is the first part of my contribution to the matchmaking AU, and I’m so excited about it!!!

taglist: @secondaryrealm @iamburdened @sunshinesdaydream @dukeoftheblackstar @rexxdjarin @wolffegirlsunite @808tsuika @sleepingsun501 @ladyzirkonia and @wings-and-beskar cause I think you’ll enjoy it too 🥰

The Long Way Home

Part 1 - It’s Ok To Want More

Summary: A hardworking creative discovers she can’t girlboss her way out of wanting more out of life and turns to Right to Love Matchmaking for assistance.

Pairing: Commander Thorn x fem!Reader (designer/seamstress) (no y/n, no physical descriptions)

Warnings: very mild suggestive thoughts

A/N: Y’all are the first to get to meet two of my OC’s! Blizzard, a former member of the 212th, and Daria Trace, matchmaker extraordinaire 💙💙 This is the set up, date to come in chapter 2

Rating: T Word Count: 1325

Running an upscale boutique on Coruscant had its perks. Your clients ranged from bored debutants spending daddy’s cash to senators and their aids. The gossip was always top notch, and you frequently caught wind of scandals before any journalist was even close.

Despite your popularity, most of your clientele paid you little attention. This would have bothered most people, but you preferred it this way. You’d slip in one earbud and soundtrack their unintended exposes while you worked.

In between clients, you’d often spend time arranging your window displays. It was something you did for fun because the majority of your clients came to you based solely on word of mouth.

You were setting up an elaborate display for the coming holidays when you looked out to see a few couples here and there. No elaborate displays of public affection, just the gentle gestures of new love and old love alike.

Fingers laced together. Kisses pressed to temples. Soft smiles and knowing glances.

Your heart gave a pitiful twinge, and your turned back to your mannequins and fabrics.

You had stopped making time for love a long time ago. You weren’t willing to put your passion, your livelihood on the back burner for disappointment and mediocre sex. But you’d seen ads for that new matchmaking service everywhere you went lately, and the uptick in happy couples was impossible to miss.

It was hard to resist the fantasy of a comfortable love. The gentle brush of fingers over your face after a long day to welcome you home. Waking up to kisses and snuggles. Someone to make you miss your train because they had to have you one more time.

You shook your head and reigned in your thoughts. You had work to do, and lusting after a life the Maker hadn’t intended for you was distracting and painful. You didn’t have time for either one.

Yet day after day you found yourself taking the long way home. Your steps carrying you past Right To Love’s offices.

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It was the blasted bridal show that did you in. Surrounded by fabrics in every color from brilliant white to darkest black, and exhilarated brides, your heart demanded your attention.

Your work-focused brain had been running things long enough, and your starving heart could not be silenced. Work was fulfilling, but it didn’t call you sweet names, draw a bath for you, or make you shake with pleasure in the dark.

It’s ok to want love. I can ask for more. You thought, taking a deep breath as you waltzed into Right to Love’s lobby.

“Hello, welcome to Right To Love. Are you here for an evaluation and profile submission?” A clone dressed in a smart, well-tailored outfit asked from behind a sleek white desk. His name tag identified him as Blizzard.

“I think so,” you cleared your throat. “Yes, yes I am.”

“It’s ok to be nervous.” Chilly name aside, Blizzard’s voice was warm and reassuring. “Most of my brothers are too. Here, just fill this out, and one of our matchmakers will be with you shortly.”

He handed you a datapad, and you accepted it with a lightly trembling hand.

You sat down and started filling out the form.

The questions ranged from the easy, ‘Occupation? Last long term relationship? Last short term relationship?’ to the difficult, ‘What are you looking for in a match? What brought you to Right to Love? What does love mean to you?’

One standard hour later, you were fanning yourself after handing the datapad back to the Blizzard, who gave you another encouraging smile, as he directed you to wait.

“There are drinks and snacks on that back table there,” he added, and you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him.

Your eyes roamed the lobby, and you spotted a few other people here and there, lounging on the comfortable chairs. Some looked terrified, others looked relaxed. You counted yourself amongst the terrified, as you grabbed a bottle of meiloorun soda, and perched at the edge of a chair.

You sipped delicately at your soda, while you watched others exit looking elated or in a couple of cases utterly embarrassed. Your stomach twisted, and you eyed the front door. Had you made a mistake? You could still run for it. You rose from your seat, pretending to look at the art, as you scooted towards the exit.

You were a mere 10 steps away from freedom when a woman called your name, and invited you to follow her. She was short, but the way she held herself could fool anyone into believing she was as tall as any trooper. She had golden brown skin, a dyed lavender buzz cut, and a mischievous grin on her glossy lips.

“I’m Daria Trace, one of the matchmakers,” she said.

“How does one become a matchmaker?” You asked, curious.

“I majored in psychology and behavioral studies, and I ran a small matchmaking service for extra credits at university.”

“What’s your success rate?” You asked, matching her stride.

“Seventy percent of the couples I matched up at uni are still married,” she said with a grin, as she opened her office door, and gestured for you to enter and have a seat.

You took a deep breath and settled in at her desk. Instead of sitting behind the desk she sat next to you.

“Tell me who you are,” she said.

“Isn’t that what the profile’s for?” You asked with a raised brow.

“It gives me the basics, but I’ve been doing this long enough to know that people present themselves differently on paper. So tell me something real.”

You took a quick sip of your soda, hoping to ease the dryness in your mouth and throat.

“Um…I have my own business. I guess you could say I’m married to it. I like to keep busy,” You said, feeling the weight of her scrutinizing gaze.

“So why cheat on your job with a boyfriend?”

“I’m…my,” you feel that twinge in your chest again. “My heart wants more. Work is a sure thing. Always there for me. I just want more. I have a lot to offer, and just…”

“It’s ok, go ahead,” Daria presses, head inclined towards you.

Up close it feels like her dark brown eyes are looking through you. Like your mind was an open book, and she was flipping through the pages on the hunt for evidence that you were worthy of her time.

“I’m fine on my own, but I know I could be a great partner if I had the chance, if I took the chance.”

“And why haven’t you taken the chance?”

“I could never find someone supportive, who understood my need to create and find my own way. They wanted me to do well, just not as well as them.”

Daria sat back, and observed you a moment. Her eyes roaming your face with an unreadable expression. She stood up, and moved to sit behind her desk, tapping away on her datapad.

She grilled you a little more, asking about pets, marriage, children, foods, colors, and even scents.

“I think I have just the guy for you,” she said finally, her smooth voice carrying just a hint of self-satisfaction.

“Really?” You couldn’t hide your surprise.

“Mmhmm! According to the schedule you provided, you’re free tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow?!”

“No time like the present. Are you ready?”

You could tell wasn’t just asking about tomorrow night.

“I am,” you responded, nodding.

“Perfect! He’ll meet you at Dex’s Diner at 1800 hours,” she said sending a confirmation to your device.

“Wow,” you said pulling it out of your bag and staring at the message. “What’s his name?”

“Thorn,” she said with a bright smile. “I can’t wait to hear how it goes.”

“Thorn,” you said softly, enjoying the sound of his name.

“Have fun, ok?” Daria said. “Don’t hold back.”

“Alright. Thank you,” you said, as you left her office in a daze.

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 3 years ago

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WIP

Cheers @spacerocksarethebestrocks for the tag!

Rules: Share the titles of each of your current WIPs and if your followers ask, share a preview of the one that sounds the most interesting. Send this on to ten mutuals who you are curious what they’re working on.

Righto, here we go:

One-shots:

The Technician - Tech x OC/Reader (haven't finalised which)

Welcome Surprise - Tech and his tattoos

Galactic Gogglebox - The bad batch watching telly

Hands of an Angel - Tech x Reader

I'll Follow You - Fives x Jedi OC

Helping Hand - Wolffe post losing his eye

Love(ly) Language - Captain Howzer x Reader

Mutual Understanding - Crosshair x Reader

Holding On - Tech post finale.

Five Minutes Peace - Cody x Obi-Wan

Stories/Shorts:

Through It All - Wolffe x Jedi OC

Sweep You Off Your Feet - Thorn x Senate Cleaner OC (Maya).

Nobody's Hero (For Now) - Fox x Senator OC

No-pressure tags: @lozalot @murdertoothpick @wild-karrde

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peonysink · 3 years ago

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Without You (Chapter X)

pairing: OFC x Original Clone Character / OFC x Rex

words: 3,9k

Warning: Explicit, 18+, PiV sex, mention of death, coping with grief and loss, pain, angst

“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO….. “ - Ava kept repeating and shaking her head. Rex was holding her shoulders trying to make her listen to him as he shook her lightly.

“Ava, Ava, look at me” - his voice was authoritative. “The garrison has over 100 troopers and not everyone was on Scipio. We don’t know for sure who was there yet. We don’t know if Rio was there! Do you hear what I’m saying?”

Ava’s eyes caught Rex’s and she was suddenly quiet. For the first time, ever since he told her about commander Thorn some words actually got through to her.

“You mean you don’t know if he was there?” - she whispered.

“That’s exactly what I mean, but I’m going to check, I’m going to comm his barracks now and try to find out. I’ll need your help though.” - Rex said, his voice gentler now.

“What… what help?” - Ava stammered.

“I’m going to need his CT number, do you know it?”

“I do..” - Ava whispered but it sounded more like a question. Her mind was blank, completely blank from the shock of hearing the news. Even if Rio was okay, and he had to be, the news that he lost his commander and so many brothers, his closest friends was too much to bear.

“Ava!” - Rex’s voice brought her back to reality. He was still holding her shoulders, his face serious. “Ava, I need you to focus and try to think if you know his CT number.”

“I do, I do.. I know it.” - she looked at Rex. “It’s CT 3103”

“Alright, are you sure?”

“Yes, Yes I am.” Rex nodded. As he was about to get up, Ava put her hand on his and stopped him. He turned and looked at her.

“Thank you, Rex!” - she said, her eyes full of tears. “You don’t have to do any of this. It just, it… it means a lot to me….”

Rex attempted a smile as he put his hand over hers. Ava knew how shocking and hurtful it must have been for him to hear that an esteemed commander and a part of his garrison were gone, but Rex always knew how to hide and manage his emotions when it came to those things. The pale look on his face was mainly because of her. He knew how hurt she’d be if anything happened to Rio.

“I’m going to make a call now, cyar’ika. Try to relax, take deep breaths. They might not be able to tell me anything yet, I can imagine there’s quite a chaos over there right now, but I’ll try…”

“Thank you Rex… I really appreciate it!” Ava leaned and kissed him on the cheek, and Rex squeezed her hand.

He got up and went to the kitchen again and Ava could hear him entering a code and talking to someone.

Rio. She tried to calm her mind, because going there, allowing those thoughts to actually enter it was unbearable. She was weak as it was, and she didn’t have the capacity to actually process the possibility… let alone accept that it could even be a possibility. It couldn’t be Rio because it simply couldn’t be Rio. He had to be alive and well because there was no other way. There must have been some galactic justice left in that vast and often too brutal universe that wouldn’t allow that to happen to him. And yet again, it happened to commander Thorn and so many other good men.

She heard Rex’s steps from the kitchen as he entered the room but she was too afraid to turn around and face him. She knew she’d be able to see it in his eyes right away. Rex saw that she didn’t dare to face him so he hurried towards her. Approaching her he put his hand on her shoulder and turned her towards him:

“It’s okay cyar’ika, he’s okay. He’s at the barracks. I actually spoke briefly to him.” - Rex said calmly, his face visibly brightening.

Ava could feel the weight of a galaxy fall off of her shoulders as she raised her head and looked at Rex. They stayed in silence for a while, processing the emotional rollercoaster they had just gone through in the past few minutes. Rex was the first to move and just as he was about to say something Ava wanted to get up and hug him so she leapt to her feet, feeling dizzy momentarily and almost tripping over. Rex caught her swiftly and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Rex hugged her back and buried his head on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika, everything will be okay!”

—-

The barracks weren’t the way she imagined them. She always thought there’d be rows and rows of boring, depressing squared buildings, but as they approached them she realized there was something quite welcoming about them. Homely almost. The buildings were big, each had three floors and stretched far, so far she thought she couldn’t see the end. There must have been thousands of troopers living in those buildings at any point, and Ava realized she was never aware of the sheer size of it. As they were making their way through the vast hallway the mood in the barracks was palatable. They have just lost one of their bravest and most beloved commanders, a rising star, commander Thorn and over 30 young guardsmen. Ava could sense the feeling of desperation as they were moving through the quarters. She could see it on every trooper's face as well. Desperation and sadness mixed with anger.

Rex was quiet the entire time on their ride there. Ava wondered if he knew commander Thorn and how well. She wondered if Cody had heard the news and where he was. She knew Rex was in contact with Cody all the time, but she didn’t ask him anything. There’d be time for that. Regardless of whether Rex knew him or not, it was his brother and he died defending the cause they all laid their lives for, day after day. Ava always wondered whether those beliefs that were indoctrinated in every trooper, their beliefs in the Republic cause, were shaken or strengthened when something like this happened. Something else she should ask Rex sometime later, she made a mental note.

But moving through the barracks now, she felt that her determination was strong, stronger than ever. She didn't know how she found the energy, the will and the strength, but there she was, holding Rex’s hand and marching through the Republic quarters. Probably the saddest place on the Coruscant at that moment.

She heard Rex say something to a trooper behind some kind of a reception area and the trooper buzzed them in. Behind those doors, there were three other doors they needed to get through, but each door was opened for Rex. Finally, as they arrived at the east wing of the building, Rex squeezed her hand and made her face him:

“You’re going to have to continue on your own from here, cyare.” - he said, his eyes soft. He looked tired and Ava could see that same sadness and desperation on his face, the same she saw everywhere around the barracks.

She nodded.

“Where will you be?”

“I’ll be right here. I’ll wait here” - Rex said and pulled her towards him and kissed her temple. Ava hugged him back.

Once again he was her rock. Always was and always will be. She could do anything as long as Rex was by her side.

As he let her go, Rex turned and walked towards another trooper and told him something. Ava saw the trooper comm someone on his holodevice, and then wait for a response. After a while he received an answer and then he contacted someone again till he finally nodded. Rex turned to Ava:

“Go on now, just through those doors, I’ll wait here.”

Ava nodded and walked towards the door. They opened in front of her, and as soon as she stepped in yet another vast hall, she saw a familiar face. One she would always recognize in the sea of identical faces. His eyes were tired and red and his hair messier than usual, but it was him, unmistakably.

“Rio” - she said as she approached him. She was worried if he’d want to see her, and how he’d react, but she couldn’t let go. She had to try. If he wanted to yell and scream at her, she’d let him. If he hated her, she’d accept it. But she felt she had to see him, had to try to talk to him, and had to try to be there for him.

As soon as he lifted his eyes and looked at her, and she attempted to half-smile, Rio came closer to her in three steps and threw his arms around her. Ava felt the weight of a galaxy fall off her shoulders as she held him tight, feeling his arms digging deep into her back and his whole body beginning to shake.

“Rio, I’m so sorry!” - she kept repeating as she heard him sob, burying his head between her shoulder and her neck. Ava could feel her tears rolling down her cheeks as well, as she held him close, feeling him falling apart under her touch. They stayed that way for a while, and Ava could feel the looks of other troopers on them, but everyone knew. Everyone understood. The entire GAR was in mourning.

Rio finally managed to compose himself, as he relaxed his hands that moments ago were digging deep into her, and discreetly wiped away his tears. Ava put her hand on his cheek. His eyes were red and she could see that he’s been crying for a while. His face was tired and slightly bloated. She caught his gaze for a moment and attempted to smile, but she half succeeded.

“I want to ask how are you doing, but I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to even ask that, when I know you can’t be doing well...” - Ava managed to say.

Rio was silent for a while, easing his head in her touch.

“I can’t seem to wrap my mind around all of this. I still expect someone to come and tell me that this was all a mistake and that they are all well and on their way back…” - he finally managed to speak. He moved slightly back, and Ava removed her hand from his cheek.

“I understand that” - she said. “You’re still in shock. How could you not be! This is so horrible!”

Rio looked at her and said nothing for a while.

“I am so sorry, Rio, I really am. I… I thought you were with them when I first heard and…” - Ava felt tears rolling down her cheek again and she couldn’t finish that sentence.

Rio hesitated for a while and then came closer to her. He wiped her tear away and moved his hand to her chin as he slightly lifted her head up to meet his gaze.

“You saved my life, you know that, right?” - he said, his eyes firmly on hers.

Ava wasn’t sure she heard him well.

“W-what?”

“They were all deployed to Scipio on the night of your birthday. But I took a night off to be with you. First time ever I took a night off… When I came back to the barracks they were all gone, and I was told that it was an emergency assignment. Had I been there that night, I too would…” - Rio stopped, raising his eyes to catch Ava’s.

Ava couldn’t believe what she was hearing. All she could do is throw her arms around Rio again and hug him tight.

“At first I was relieved when I heard…” - Rio continued, burying his head in her hair, right between her shoulder and her neck, “I thought, it could have been me. But then I felt guilty, and I still feel guilty, thinking it should have been me! I should have been there with them, with my brothers, my commander, I should have….”

“No!” - Ava interrupted him, as she took his head in her hands and tried to find his eyes again. “No, Rio, you cannot think like that. Had you been there you wouldn’t be able to change anything. You just would have been killed like the rest of them. As far as I understood they were ambushed and they didn’t stand a chance.”

Rio couldn’t look her in the eyes, and she could see how conflicted he was about all those thoughts that were raving in his head.

“Rio, I don’t want you to think that way. What you feel now is survivor’s guilt, and it’s normal, but it’ll pass. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. This is war and I hate it, I hate it so much. I hate that you all put your lives at risk every single day, I hate that there are so many casualties, so much loss, and we don’t seem to be anywhere near the end of this nightmare. But I’m glad you’re alive. I’m glad you were with me that night, and I’m glad that you weren’t deployed with them. And you should be too!”

Rio was still looking at his feet like he did that first evening she met him, shyly avoiding her eyes. He grew up so much in a span of just a few months. From an innocent wide-eyed young man he was when he first arrived at Coruscant, to now an experienced grown man who went through so much on a personal and professional level.

“Ava… I… I’m sorry I haven’t replied to you these past few days. I know you’ve been writing..” - Rio said, still not looking at her.

“No, it’s okay, Rio” - she stopped him, “You don’t have to explain anything. You had every right to be angry with me, and I should have given you space. I’m sorry for all the messages…”

He looked at her without saying anything. Ava could see that she hurt him, and there was nothing she could do about that. All she could do, all she wanted to do was to help him as much as possible now, be there for him through this incredible loss. However he needed her.

“I’ve made a mistake, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” - she said. “I met you at a very vulnerable period of my life and you were the first good thing that had happened to me at that time. And I swear to you Rio, had I thought that there was an ounce of chance that Rex might return or that I’d ever get back with him, I swear I would never even talk to you. But I didn’t… I didn’t know… And I’m sorry!” - Ava felt tears overpowering her again, and she turned her head to hide it from him.

Rio was just standing, motionlessly listening. She looked at him again, and his face wasn’t telling what he was thinking.

“But you need to know” - she continued “that I loved every single moment with you. I still do! I never lied about that or how I felt about you, I swear, Rio! I care about you a lot. And when I…. when I thought that you were dead….” - her voice broke, and she couldn’t hold her tears back anymore.

Rio took one step towards her and hugged her. She hugged him back, still feeling incredibly grateful that she could do that, that he was there, alive.

“It’s okay, Ava,” - he finally said, while he was caressing her hair, “it’s fine. It just came all of a sudden, and I needed some time to understand what happened. But it’s okay. I know you didn’t do it to hurt me, I know that now.”

She hugged him tighter when she felt that he was about to unwrap his hands from her and move away. She could hear him smirk as he put his hands back on her, and they stayed that way for a while.

“Ava, you should know something…” - Rio was first to speak.

Ava lifted her head and looked at him. He hesitated for a moment.

“I’ve requested a transfer from Coruscant.” - he said. “I just… I can’t stay here, not after everything that has happened.”

Ava moved from him, confused.

“What do you mean, a transfer? Where will you go?”

“To the front. I’ll leave Coruscant Guard and join one of the other legions. I haven’t yet been told which one, but I was told that I’ll be deployed and leave quite soon.”

Ava was quiet.

“I can’t stay here. I feel… I feel I have to go out there and fight. I want to fight the separatists, Ava, I want to look at those droids and fire at them. I want to destroy them, all of them. For my brothers, for my squad!”

Ava understood. Of course she did. But she also understood the implications of that decision. Being a part of Coruscant guard was a matter of prestige, something one trained for all of one’s life. And only selected clone troopers got that position. It was a safer position at the centre of the Republic, the one that meant mostly peacekeeping and diplomatic missions. Not that that position didn’t have its risks - it was clear it did, especially after what had happened to commander Thorn. But it was nothing compared to those troopers who were out there, on the front, fighting, looking death in the eyes almost every day. She understood why he had to make that decision, and she knew that no one could ever say anything to make him change his mind. She understood why he had to do it and she knew she had to accept it and be there for him.

She looked at him and nodded, and then came closer to him and hugged him again. He hugged her back.

“I hope you know you’ll always have a friend on Coruscant. Whenever you’re back here, I want you to call me, is that understood?”

She could feel him smile as he hugged her tighter.

“Understood!” - Rio replied.

—--

Rex was waiting where he said he would when Ava appeared. He was talking to another trooper when he saw her.

“Everything alright?” - he asked, looking concerned as he approached her.

She nodded.

“Take me home, please, Rex” - she said, as she tangled her fingers in his, taking his arm.

She was silent the entire ride home and Rex didn’t want to pressure her into talking. Arriving back home she took her coat off and headed for the refresher where she took a long hot shower. When she came out from the refresher she found Rex sitting in her living room, on holocall, and she didn’t want to interrupt him.

She felt tired beyond her limits and headed for her bedroom. Soon after Rex came in, silently, worrying he’d wake her up.

“I’m awake” - she said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you” - he said. “Just wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m okay. Just tired is all. I need to catch up on my sleep.” - Ava replied.

“That you should, mesh’la. Would it be…”- Rex hesitated for a while, “would you mind if I rest here for a while as well? I’ll take the couch in the living room”. - he asked.

Ava smiled, barely being able to hold her eyes open. She stretched her arm in his direction.

“Rex, come here.” - she whispered, and Rex smiled.

“Let me take the armour off, mesh’la. I don’t think you want to rest next to someone wearing a hard plastoid”.

Rex disappeared in the refreshers, and Ava couldn’t fight her tiredness anymore, falling asleep moments after. She woke up a few hours later to a complete darkness in her room, and she felt a warm body next to her, spooning her. She felt Rex’s even breathing as she touched his arm that was resting on her stomach.

“You’re awake.” - he whispered next to her.

She turned around to face him, even though she couldn’t see him in the darkness.

“So are you.” - she said.

“I’ve had a few hours of good sleep” - Rex whispered, “in a comfortable, warm bed. That’s more than I can say most nights.”

Ava moved her body closer to his till she was pressed completely to his chest. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“Do you know how long you’ll stay? I mean on Coruscant?” - she asked him.

“I’ll stay a few more days. There’s going to be a funeral in two days, and I’ll probably be deployed a day or two after that.”

Ava nodded.

“I’ll comm you every night” - he whispered.

“I know. Whenever you need me, I’m here for you. And I don’t want you to worry about me, Rex. I know now what we have. Whatever fate and war throw at us we’ll fight it. We’ll get through it. I just never want to lose you again”

“You won’t. I promise!” - Rex said as he caressed her back. Ava closed her eyes and touched his face. She ran her fingers over the dark stubble on his cheek, as Rex eased his head into her hand.

“Rex, I want to ask you something.” - she said hesitating.

“What is it, mesh’la?”

“Rio told me that he requested a transfer. He wants to go to the front and fight - do you think you can… I don’t know, somehow… maybe transfer him to the 501st? So that you can look after him?” - Ava asked. She wondered how Rex would feel about it and whether it was even appropriate to ask him, but she couldn’t get that thought out of her head.

Rex was quiet for a moment that seemed like eternity to Ava.

“I can, mesh’la, but do you think he’d want that?” - he finally said.

Ava didn’t say anything, but she knew what Rex meant. She didn’t consider that, but being under Rex’s command would probably be the last thing Rio needed right now. Regardless of the fact how well he’d be treated and looked after there.

“No, you’re right, he wouldn’t.” - Ava said quietly. “I’m just worried about him.”

“I know, mesh’la, I know.” - Rex replied. He was quiet for a while. “Perhaps I can ask Cody to transfer him to the 212? He’d be looked after there.”

Ava smiled.

“Yes, that would be good, I think.” - Ava nodded, moving her head back against Rex’s forehead. The idea of Cody looking after Rio was suddenly very comforting. “Thank you, Rex!” - she said, as she moved her hand down to his shoulder and his arm.

“One day all of this will be behind us, mesh’la. You’ll see. And things will get easier, I promise you” - Rex whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Ava’s cheek.

Ava moved her head as her lips found his. Rex seemed almost taken aback by the kiss for a moment, but then he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly as he kissed her back. He felt amazing. His lips, so gentle and his tongue slowly exploring her mouth, his teeth biting her lower lip. Ava never wanted to let go. All of their problems, all the loss and tragedy was outside those four walls, but at that moment, in Ava’s bedroom there was nothing else but two bodies intertwined, two souls deeply in love and nothing else mattered.

Ava pressed her body firmer against Rex’s, and she slowly started moving her hand down to touch his hardening member. She wanted him. Rex moved his lips from hers for a moment and caught her hand that almost reached underneath his waistband.

“Mesh’la…are you sure?” - he whispered.

“I’m sure, Rex, I need to feel you, baby, please…” - she whimpered, and she didn’t need to finish her sentence, Rex was already on her, deepening the kiss and his arms everywhere on her. She felt how much he wanted that as well, how much he missed her, but at the same time how he didn’t want to rush things, waiting till she felt ready. But the moment he heard her say those words Rex couldn’t hold back anymore. His lips were on hers, moving to her neck, sucking, biting the sensitive skin wherever he could reach, his arms reaching under her shirt, touching her warm body and finding her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples. He rutted his hips instinctively against her and she could feel him grow and become harder and Ava couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted him, wanted his touch, wanted every part of his body as close to her as possible.

“Need to feel you, baby, make me feel like nothing else matters..” - she panted, and Rex was already taking her panties off, while she hooked her hands on the waistband of his blacks, trying to pull them down. Rex smirked against her lips and moved his hand to help her, releasing his hard cock. Ava moaned at the feeling of it against her stomach, becoming more aware of the dampness between her legs.

“Rex…” - she moaned, rolling her hips against his body, looking for some friction, looking to ease the pressure that had built up in her core.

“I know, baby girl, I know…” - Rex whispered as he lined his cock up at her entrance, gathering her wetness on his tip before tilting his hips and sliding slowly inside her. They both moaned at the same time, cherishing the feeling they’d been longing for such a long time.

Rex’s first thrusts were deliberately slow like he wanted to worship every part of her, every second of that moment. Ava could feel how hard he was, she could feel every ridge on his cock against her walls as he was filling her up. After a long time, she felt like she was safe and complete again. This was what she wanted, what she needed so badly, Emotions overpowered her as her loud moans began echoing through the room.

Rex’s lips were soon on hers swallowing her moans, fingers tangled in her hair as he started moving slightly faster, deeper, knowing how she liked it, reaching that magic spot just the way she liked it.

It didn’t take a long time and Ava felt the familiar warmness in her core threatening to spread to her entire body. Rex could tell that she was close, and he moved his hand between them, finding her clit and applying just a gentle pressure in slow circular moves, as he continued his deep thrusts. Ava whimpered, digging her nails deeper into Rex’s back, feeling like she was absorbed by a white light washing over her entire body.

One day all of this will be behind us, mesh’la, you’ll see .

His words were still ringing in her ears.

#captain rex #tcw rex #rex smut #original female character #rex #rex x oc #original clone characters #final chapter #grieving #commander thorn #loss cw #angst to comfort

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wild-karrde · 1 year ago

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Sliding in with another rec, this time for the newest addition to @sleepingsun501 'Sweet True Lies' series, Chp 3: The Prices of Service

I already gave Erin an unhinged ramble in the reblog, so I'll try to control myself a bit better here lmao

I'm absolutely in love with how Erin writes Fox. I feel like she really shows how selfless and caring he really is under his whole tough exterior. He genuinely loves his brothers and would do anything for them, and Erin really get that point across beautifully.

Plus Keeda is an amazing character that I already love and am fully invested in!! It's a definite must read💙💙

I WELCOME YOUR RAMBLINGS! I haven't gotten to read this chapter yet, but I am VERY EXCITED TO for all of the reasons you mentioned. I absolutely am in love with how Erin writes Fox. He's such a great leader, but also absolutely has his moments where he's going to go to bat for those more vulnerable. He's just wonderful and soft and the way he yearns is EVERYTHING TO MEEEE. And I hoover up every crumb about Keeda because she is just such a wonderful OC, and getting to know her more and more with every chapter has been SO GREAT. Thanks so much for rec'ing this!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #nsft #lemon #lemony lemon #commander fox #OC Keeda Ionza #OC June Makano #Commander Thorn #commander fox x oc #commander fox x ofc #commander fox x original female character

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wild-karrde · 2 years ago

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#Fandomfriday 🌟

So... uhm... this time I would like to make a shameless self-rec.

Neon Lights and Satin

It is a slow burn / murder mystery series (or it’s going to be) with Thorn and an OC. There’s just one chapter yet but it’s going to be about 10 or something like that during that year.

I ever wanted to write for him since @lady--kenobi made me fall hard for him and now that it’s finally happening I want to share it with you all 😍

OOOOOOOH a Commander Thorn slow burn murder mystery you say? I am a SUCKER for a slow burn, and also, am right there with you in my conversion to a Thorn fan thanks to Perse haha! This first chapter sets things up beautifully (and also features the return of one of my niche favorite Star Wars characters hahahaha). Thanks so much for sending this in Caro!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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ariadnes-red-thread · 2 years ago

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ERIN!! Chapter two was WORTH the wait 😍😍😍 You put so much into this and all of the sensations were so rich! I love the pictures you painted about Keeda’s life, her family and her world. It’s pristine 💓

And then FOX!! Ahhhh I love the way you write him. I can’t wait to see him at the gala to see how he does in a different environment. And NGL, I have a crush on your Thorn. A playful sidekick just gets me every time and you write him beautifully.

Please please tag me on all future parts 🙏🏻

Sweet True Lies: Chapter 2

The Taste of Caf

Pairing(s): Still none... don't worry we're getting there!

Characters: F!Reader/OC Keeda Ionza, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn

Summary: Keeda deals with the stressful aftermath of her evening, and Fox talks to Thorn about a new assignment.

Rating: This chapter is G (series is rated E)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3.5k

Ao3 link

A/N: Hello all, and welcome to chapter 2! So sorry it took so long for me to churn this out, but Covid is not a fun experience. I also wanted this chapter to be an alternate opening to this story in case chapter 1 was too graphic for anyone. I have also created an OC main character for this series because the level of detail I wanted to include was going to be too difficult to manage as a traditional reader insert fic.

Check her out here

The Taste of Caf

You breathed out a long, tense sigh as you watched the familiar luxury high-rise come into view. The senatorial transport wove smoothly around the bustling lanes of traffic, carrying you swiftly to your childhood home. It felt odd riding in a vehicle with such clearances, as it normally would have taken at least a few extra minutes for you to get here on your own through your normal route.

“Level 233, please. You can just pull up next to the speeder on the landing platform there,” you said to the driver, spotting your mother’s expensive vehicle parked on her private landing pad.

“No problem, miss,” the driver replied, slowing the transport, and angling smoothly toward the correct side of the skyscraper. Quickly stepping out of the transport and thanking the driver again, who tipped his cap to you, you made your way across the platform.

You were relieved your mother was home tonight. You had been half expecting her to be neck-deep in either some new medical research back at her office or planning for the upcoming charity gala at the lavish venue, but you saw the large, mirrored glass door already open for you as the transport came to a stop. Having already given her a heads-up through a text comm that you were on your way over—and recounting the entire incident in your message—you hoped you would not have to explain any of the distasteful events that had transpired in the past hour.

The wind rippled gently through your mother’s velvet robe and nightgown as she hurried out to greet you. You squinted as the warm light beyond the heavily tinted windows spilled out into the night and illuminated you. The austere look on your face must have told her enough because she immediately opened her arms to you.

“Oh, honey,” she cooed, the worry resounding in her tone. She placed a hand on your hair and tucked you into her shoulder.

“I’m okay, Mum,” you muttered, carefully crafting your composure, and not really believing the lie yourself.

Sareel Ionza was a thin woman with a graceful, reed-like figure, but her firm grasp on you was unbreakable. “I told Auntie Henya what happened, and she just feels awful. She said she wanted to come by in the morning to talk, but I figured you would want some space for a bit.”

You blinked rapidly and nodded, feeling choked up again as you leaned into the embrace. You found yourself hugging her back with equal force as if it would somehow help you absorb the motherly comfort she was exuding.

“Please let her know it wasn’t her fault, okay?” you requested, letting yourself be led inside. Henya was an experienced lawyer who represented the same hospital where your mother worked, and she was one of her best friends. She had watched you grow up and had been like family for years, and she had been the one who set up the date for you.

You passed through the large circular foyer and into the less formal part of the residence with your mother’s arm still around your shoulders. Upon entering the kitchen, you shucked your coat and tossed it lazily over the arm of one of the sleek barstools, making for the conservator.

“I’m not hurt, Mum,” you said heavily, feeling her sharp brown eyes following your every move. You shook your long, heavy hair out of the loosely braided updo you had been wearing all evening, releasing some of the strain on your neck and ducking behind it like a curtain.

The oversized, stainless durasteel-topped island in the center of the kitchen was littered with flimsi sheets, a few datapads, and samples of different elegant dishes. Yep, she was gala planning. you thought, wrinkling your nose at what looked to be a slippery seafood dish. Your mother’s protocol droid, TC-N2, was unwrapping and setting out even more food samples as you passed. Fuck, I could’ve just come here for dinner.

“Maybe not physically,” your mother said swiftly, tucking a stray pale blonde curl behind her ear and adjusting her glasses, “but you’re most definitely shaken up. I know very well that you can fend for yourself, but I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if those clones had not been there.” She pursed her lips as she took your coat and folded it before handing it off to TC-N2. “They sound like good men.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, swallowing thickly. “They were.” Keeping your head buried in the conservator, you blinked hard and banished the stress tear that had been trying to escape. Talking about your evening was the last thing you wanted to do, but you conceded that she was your mother, and she had a right to express her feelings about it.

Your mind wandered back to the clone commander and his men again as you continued searching through the conservator. As prepared as you had been to defend yourself, you were relieved the clones had come along, and you once again felt guilty about how you had spoken to the commander—you had not even asked for his name.

“So good to see you this evening, Mistress Keeda. Is there something you require? As you can see, we have plenty of food,” the silver-plated droid asked you, watching you dig through various frozen items.

“Nope, I got it,” you replied, holding up a tub of your favorite ice cream triumphantly and grabbing a nearby spoon. “Thanks, N2.” You plunged the spoon into the softening ice cream, took a bigger scoop than was probably wise, and stuffed it in your mouth. The sweetness and rich cocoa-caf flavor immediately replaced the bitterness you had been tasting for nearly half an hour, making the tightness rising in your chest a little easier to bear.

“Is there anything else you require, Mistress Sareel?” N2 asked your mother. “If not, I should like to recharge for a while. My energy level is becoming critical.”

“Go ahead, N2,” your mother said, dismissing the droid. She leaned on the grey tektite granite counter behind you and took off her glasses. “This is the last thing I’ll ask tonight, I promise,” she began, also grabbing a spoon. “Would you like me to remove the governor and his wife from the gala invitation list?”

You breathed deeply, trying to calm your nerves as you rolled the frozen cream around on your tongue. The calm familiarity and the sweet, oaky scent of your sprawling childhood home were soothing you in a way you could not explain, and it was helping you think more clearly. As much as you despised playing politics, you knew uninviting the governor mere days before the gala would not benefit the charity’s local efforts in his district. If you had to suffer through an evening in the same room as your assailant’s family for the benefit of all those people the charity could potentially help, then you would do it.

Out of what felt like a mixture of spite and possibly a little self-pity, you dug your spoon into the ice cream again and took another large bite before pushing the container toward your mother. “Don’t uninvite them,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m sure they’ll be hearing about this from Henya, anyway. Besides, it’s their son who was the problem.”

“It’s up to you, honey. They may want to talk to you about what happened tonight,” she said giving you a concerned look and taking a smaller bite. “That is if they even choose to come at all,” she added bitterly.

You mulled it over silently as you shared your dessert. You had already made up your mind, but there was that tiny inkling of doubt that made you question yourself. You took one last large spoonful of ice cream and popped it into your mouth before tossing your spoon into the sink with a clatter. “It’s fine, Mum. Don’t worry about it,” you said blandly. You were self-aware enough to know it was not actually fine because of the sickening numbness still tightening in your gut.

Inhaling deeply in an unsuccessful attempt to relieve the ache, you scrubbed a hand through your wavy hair. “I’m gonna go take a bath and just try to sleep. I’ve canceled all my plans for tomorrow so I can have a bit of a lie-in.”

“Okay. I’ll be out here if you need me,” your mother said, kissing the back of your head gently and patting your shoulder as she walked behind you. “If you want something to do tomorrow, could you stop by June’s nursery and check on the flowers for the gala?” she asked.

June was your best friend from university. She had inherited one of the few floral greenhouses left on Coruscant, and your mother had placed a substantial order with her for the gala decorations. You had been meaning to stop by there to see her anyway, so you answered with a silent nod.

“I’m glad you’re here and that you’re safe,” your mother added as you disappeared down the hall, sounding a little melancholy.

You made your way to your bedroom, knowing full well why your mother had said that. She had asked you at least twice over the past few months to move back in with her, and after tonight, you could only imagine that desire had grown. She had mentioned before that it did not feel as homey without you, and that the sprawling luxury condo was simply too big for one person, especially when she was hardly ever there. She had even gone so far as to update your room for you over time, keeping up with your maturing tastes.

Originally, you had told yourself you moved out to feel some sort of independence after you had started attending the University of Coruscant, but the truth was you had been trying to escape the memory of your father at the time. You could never escape him, though, because you looked just like him—everything from your light olive skin and dark hair down to your bright green eyes and muscular build was him.

As you entered your old bedroom, being here no longer felt like you were going to accidentally stumble into him turning a corner or see him sipping whiskey and reading in his favorite chair. Maybe you would consider it—you had been feeling rather lonely as well, absorbed in your work. After all, it was why you had agreed to go on that awful date in the first place.

It also dawned on you that keeping your little apartment much longer would be impractical. Part of the whole reason for the gala was not only to fundraise but also to commemorate the official attachment of civilian relief-effort volunteers to different units of the Grand Army of the Republic. Seeing as you were one such volunteer, you could not fathom a reason to let the place just sit empty for months on end.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and rubbed hard, trying to dispel the headache that was forming behind your eyes. Too many thoughts were racing through your head, and it was not helping your rising blood pressure. You kicked off your shoes and wrenched the handle on your tub a little harder than necessary. The large soaker tub filled quickly, pleasantly warming the air with steam, and you set about examining yourself in the mirror as you stripped down. When you turned in the dim light, you noticed a bruise forming on your upper arm where your assailant had grabbed you.

Dammit. you thought, scrambling to grab a tube of bacta from one of your drawers. Thank the Maker your mother always kept the home stocked full of medical supplies—almost as well-stocked as the hospital itself. Your vision started to blur with unshed tears again as you fumbled with the cap and squeezed the gel over your arm.

Rubbing it in furiously, you did not think he had gripped you that hard, especially through your wool-lined coat, but the adrenaline must have overridden your ability to sense pain. You were disgusted by the thought of him having left any kind of mark on you, so you slathered another copious amount of the tingling blue gel into your arm until your skin was dry and the bruise began to fade.

The tears were flowing freely by the time you lowered yourself into the steaming water, not caring that it was a bit too hot for your liking. You grimaced as your skin prickled from the heat, but you forced yourself into it anyway. The tub was deep enough that you could submerge yourself completely, so you sank under the water, letting it carry your tears away, and let yourself scream—the delayed and repressed rage and fear finally breaking through.

***

High in the towers of the GAR Military Complex, Fox plopped down in his chair tiredly. It was late, and he had a mountain of flimsi-work to catch up on, but it was worth it to have taken Jonor and Rydar on their first real patrol. It was even more worth it to have put that high-born asshole in his place.

He pulled his gloves off and ran his calloused hands over his face and through his curls, waiting for his little caf machine to finish brewing a fresh pot. He studied his right hand in the light from his desk lamp and flexed away the slight soreness. His right knuckles had bruised from the force of the two blows he had dealt, and he was glad for it. That shabuir deserved every hit.

How anyone could ever even think of hurting a woman—any other living being for that matter—in that gruesome way was inconceivable to him. As a soldier and a commanding officer, he had a stomach for everything except that. The very idea of it made his gut churn.

Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes briefly and could still see her in his mind. Her beautiful green eyes had been so full of fire, ready to burn everything in their wake. She had been quick and accurate as she had pushed him away, a clear sign of training. He had no doubt she probably could have taken care of herself, but a deep pressure enveloped his chest as he thought of her. He hoped she had made it to her destination safely.

The beeping of his caf machine broke through the memory. Fox blinked and dragged himself up again, grabbed a clean cup, and poured what he knew would be the first of many. He shook himself a little, watching his cup fill and wondering why that young woman had such a deep effect on him. He did not even know her name. As he replaced the small pot, he heard his office door slide open.

“Bring the shinies back alive?” a rather chipper voice asked.

Thorn. Fox thought as he turned to face his brother. “They did very well. Observant and followed orders.”

“Glad to hear it,” Thorn said with a yawn, pulling his chin-length golden curls into a bun. “I was getting worried Jonor would get sidetracked. He’s shown some tendency for distraction in training sims. They looked pretty happy with themselves, though. Got enough there for two?” he asked, looking to the caf pot.

Fox tipped his head toward the pot as he took a sip and crossed the room to his desk. The hot, bitter, dark liquid warmed him to his bones.

Thorn poured himself a cup and took an experimental sip. “Ugh,” he grimaced. “How do you drink this stuff without some sugar or cream or… dying?” That got a rare, genuine laugh out of the stoic Marshal Commander. Smiling to himself, Thorn knew he was probably one of the few clones alive, apart from Fox’s batchmates, that could manage to make that happen.

“Black like my soul,” Fox said, taking his seat again. He had to admit that despite the cheap quality of the drink, he had grown to like it. There was something familiar and steady about it now, a constant in the ever-changing game that he played to keep his brothers safe. He had learned the politics that governed the Republic, quietly observing the undercurrents of coded conversations, and he used the information to make sure his brothers were prepared for the warzone that was Coruscant itself. A simple cup of caf was the only certainty he was ever allowed.

Thorn frowned, but his voice was light, “Ha! Have you met yourself? The boys would’ve nicknamed you ‘Commander Sunshine’ if the 212th hadn’t already snatched that title for Cody.”

Beneath the gruff, quiet, and intimidating exterior, Fox was one of the most selfless brothers Thorn had ever come across. He had always put himself on the line first, whether it be physical or official, ready to take the fall for them if necessary. For that, Thorn and the rest of the Corries were eternally grateful. They all knew how tired he was, they had all seen the premature grey lacing through his curls, and they all worked their asses off out of gratitude.

Fox miraculously laughed again, taking another drink. His oldest batchmate, Marshal Commander Cody of the 212th Legion deserved that call sign far more than he did. In any case, Fox thought his troops’ call sign for him—Caf—suited him far better, even if no one called him that to his face.

“Whoa, hold up,” Thorn said suddenly, coming over and pointing to Fox’s knuckles. “Those are new.”

Sighing and ignoring Thorn’s remark, Fox set his cup down and picked up his stylus, ready to start signing off on reports and supply requests.

Thorn perched himself expectantly on the edge of Fox’s desk, caf in hand. “You always wear training gloves so those aren’t from a punching bag or a training scrap.”

Fox pulled a face. He knew Thorn was not going to let this go, no matter how much work he had to do. His hyper-observant blonde kih’vod was a pain in his ass at times, always mother-nuna-ing him, but he had grown to rely on it in a way—not that he would ever admit that out loud.

“This one’s off the books… for now,” Fox said, keeping his eyes on his reports and giving in to the silent pressure of Thorn’s gaze.

The blonde cocked an eyebrow, sipping his caf and waiting patiently as Fox recounted the evening’s events. He was not surprised at the stunningly thorough level of Fox’s detail, especially how his fist making contact with the assailant’s jaw had brought the tired commander some true satisfaction. It had been a while since any of the Corrie commanders, including Stone and Thire, had the occasion to justifiably beat the living shit out of anyone, especially a nat-born. Sure, they went at each other hard in training, but even training had its limits.

Fox finished his narrative as Thorn downed the last swallow of his caf. “Damn, I gotta get out of the senate building and start going back on patrols more often,” he said, pulling a tube of bacta gel out of one of his belt packs and extending it. “I miss the action out there.”

Eyeing the tube, Fox shook his head, his curls bouncing a little against his forehead as he scribbled his signature off on a report. “Nah, I want to keep these for a while.”

“Your call, vod. Might not look too good in your dress greys with your hand like that, though,” Thorn replied with a shrug, tucking the tube back in his pack. “Might want to use some under your eyes, too. You need more sleep.”

Fox paused his scribbling. “Dress greys?” he asked, confused. “When am I…?” Then it crashed over him. The charity gala that a multitude of senators and other public officials had been invited to was in just a few days. “No,” he protested adamantly, looking up at Thorn beneath his heavy brows. “No, no, no, Thire said he had that covered.”

Thorn shrugged. “He got called off-world. Some senator needed an escort home and back through the frontline.” He chuckled quietly as Fox groaned and thumped his head on his desk. “Come on, it’s just a big fancy dinner with a few thousand guests tops. It’s not the worst event we’ve ever covered. Maybe we can sneak some dinner while we’re there like we did at that crazy party Senator Taa held last month.”

Kriffing hells. Fox did not even bother to raise his head. “You know, you guys keep telling me to sleep, but instead you keep giving work I delegate to you right back to me.”

“Well, when Jonor and Rydar and the rest of their batch can hold their own in security detail, I’ll delegate more to them,” Thorn said, bumping Fox’s armored shoulder and hopping off his desk. “Seriously, though, take a nap at least.”

“I’ll nap when you get a haircut,” Fox shot back, both playful and annoyed. He was tired of finding stupidly long, stray blonde hair on everything.

“You’ll be awake for the rest of my life,” Thorn laughed, leaving Fox to his flimsiwork.

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