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caprisun89bakerstreet · 7 months ago

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Phantoms of the night

Pairing: (padawan) obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Tags: hurt/comfort, nightmares, post phantom menace, obi-wan needs a hug, but so do you

Summary: With the recent loss of Qui Gon Jinn, Obi-wan has been struggling. But trying to keep it together as if the loss of Qui Gon didn’t impact you too is taking a toll on you. So when he seeks your comfort in the middle of the night you finally break.

Notes: one of my first fics and it’s not perfect but oh well, honestly just tired of looking at it so here it is

It’s been hard. And emotionally challenging. Sometimes you wonder how you’ve been able to keep it together without completely breaking down. When you came to his quarters after you’d heard the awful news, you tried your best not to break. Mainly for Obi-Wan's sake. Because he couldn’t stop sobbing when he broke in your arms, and your own tears followed soon after. When you were both done crying the sun was already starting to rise. But you were finally able to sleep.

The loss of Qui Gon Jinn would impact the both of you, more than either of you would realize in the long run. Qui Gon was someone you looked up to a lot. Sometimes you felt like he was your second master, simply because you were sent on so many missions with him and his padawan. That’s how you and Obi-Wan grew so close. But Qui Gon was not just a mentor, he felt like family. His steady force signature, his warm voice, his fascination with prophecies and the living force, those disapproving looks he’d always give you and Obi-Wan whenever you may or may not have ignored his direct orders…

But now he was gone. And it felt like a part of you had been ripped away from you. But there was a worse feeling than your grief for your lost friend. It was having to see Obi-Wan, his padawan, go through this. His guilt. Because Obi-Wan Kenobi was selfless and forgiving to a fault, but also knew how to beat himself up over every single mistake he made. Even when he wasn’t the one to blame. Over the past two weeks you’ve held him more times than you have in years as his defenses seemed broken and he completely shattered in your arms. Repeatedly. Which was so unlike him. And it was hard, having to see Obi go through this. But you told yourself to not break down because he needed you. He needed you more than ever. So you tried to put your own grief for Qui Gon aside, and ignore the overwhelming stinging in your chest whenever Obi-Wan’s sobs continued on long after sunset. But you were there for him. Because that was the only thing you could do.

Obi-Wan wasn’t the type to show vulnerability often. Oh no, he would rather force everything deep down to never be diggin up by anyone, not even by you. Not that he didn’t trust you, he trusted you with his life. And he had more times he can count. It’s because he didn’t want to hurt you since he knew you would worry about him immensely if he told you. And he hated that. He hated being the cause of your pain. Or anyone else’s for that matter. So Obi-Wan bottled things up. Even despite your best efforts to try to talk to him.

These past two weeks he’s felt so incredibly guilty of seeking you out after the simplest task during the day, simply because even that felt too overwhelming. Or at night when he’s been awake for hours and finally gave in and came to your quarters. Or when you came back from a day away from the temple for a mission. He felt guilty. But his overwhelming grief made him give in when you had offered him kindness and compassion. Because he needed it.

This wasn’t the Obi-Wan you knew. And it’s taking a toll on you without fully realizing it yet. But it hurt. Everything hurt. Maybe that was why you were soaked in sweat in the early hours of the morning and woke up gasping for air. Trying to calm yourself down you look around the room, and realize you woke from yet another nightmare. Dreams weren’t uncommon for you. In fact, they were very common, you were a highly skilled padawan and had a deep connection to the force. But this often led to you having visions in the form of dreams. Which made nightmares like these even worse. They were incredibly vivid. And what if they weren’t just nightmares? As you push away the covers and sit up in bed, you realize that deep down this was just because of fear. Your grief for Qui Gon, fear of losing Obi-Wan the same way, of him being so broken and overwhelmed with hurt you wouldn’t be able to heal him... And maybe you felt a little more strongly about Obi-Wan than most jedi. Or any jedi. But he couldn’t know that.

You sigh and still feel shaken by the terrors of your dream and decide to get up and walk to your refresher. Water would help. But as you drink from the cup you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and almost grimace. You looked awful. Pale and dark circles under your eyes. It’s like you hadn’t slept in days. So you turn away, unwilling to accept that the last weeks have been harder on you than you realize. But if anything, you were determined. Determined to make sure Obi-Wan would be okay and not force down every bit of grief he felt to become a scar that would forever remain unhealed.

But part of you longed for Obi-Wan’s comfort. Which was a stupid and selfish thought because he was hurting and you couldn’t just ask him for support right now. But he was your best friend. And you needed him. But not as much as he needed you, you tell yourself as you realize you’re suddenly freezing and grab your robe from a chair and wrap it around you. The familiar length of the sleeves providing some sense of comfort. You sit down next to your window as you look at the skyline of Coruscant. There were many speeders flying around in the still very much alive city at 0300. But lost in thought as you look at the familiar sight you realize how alone you feel.

You weren’t alone exactly, you’ve visited Obi-Wan every day the past few weeks (which normally isn’t irregular either) and your own master has been there for you. But you still somehow felt alone as the small but bright, twinkling lights of the coruscant traffic continued to move through your vision. Wrapping your robe tighter around your frame to provide some comfort, you lean your head against the window. You were trying so hard to be there for him. But would it be enough? What if after years he’d still feel like this? You had continued to reassure Obi-wan that this feeling wouldn’t last forever and that time heals, despite how annoying that may be, but what if it didn’t? Your vision blurred as silent tears started to spill from your eyes.

After a while you heard a soft knock on your door. You weren’t sure how long because time seemed to pass more slowly at night than during the lively and brighter hours of the day. A month ago you would’ve been alarmed by hearing knocking at this hour. But now you knew it could only be Obi-Wan. And it was, because this had happened four times before the past weeks. Or maybe it was five— you lost count. Sighing and taking a deep breath after you wiped away your dried tears with the sleeves of your robe, you stand up. Your chest felt tight still. But you try to push the thought away as you walk to the door and open it. And you’re met with obi-wan’s familiar features in front of you. Painted by grief. Which you had unfortunately gotten used to in just 2 weeks. Despite your efforts to keep it together your eyes soften when you meet his gaze. He seemed just slightly puzzled for a moment by the fact you’re wearing your robe but didn’t mention it. Yet.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, almost timidly and not knowing what else to say. But both of you knew why he was here. He needed you. And you’d always help him. Because it was Obi. You couldn’t imagine your life without him.

So you nod and step away as he enters your quarters and you close the door behind him. Turning to him your eyes meet for a moment. You could still make out the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly too pale face. And his shoulders seemed to be slightly too tense as if he’d just endured something terrible. Or was haunted by phantoms of his failure, like he would call it. He looked tired. No, exhausted. Not just physically but mentally. That’s when you step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, when it seemed like he was already reaching for yours.

“Nightmare?” You ask softly as your head rests against his shoulder.

“The same one…” he mumbled softly and you could tell there was a deep frown on his face by his voice. He had told you about the horrifying nightmares he’s gotten since it happened. How he was always there, watching Qui Gon fight the rageful sith. Until he’d see the anguish look on his master’s face, as the sith gutted him through his chest. Or beheaded him with his gushing red lightsaber. Or choked him with the force. But he’d always die. In whatever way. And all Obi-Wan could do was stand by and watch from behind that force’saken ray shield. Your stomach twisted at the mere thought. You hug him slightly tighter after a moment. And you felt him do the same. Sighing softly, you realize that despite everything, Obi’s arms still made you feel at ease. Despite all the horrors he’s been through. And you close your eyes for a moment.

“Why were you awake?” He suddenly asks softly. Your eyes blink open again. “I wasn’t.” You tell him, and you’re not so sure why you’re lying to him. You’re just worried. “So sleeping in your robe has become custom?” He mumbled softly. Under normal circumstances his words would’ve been teasing, but there was a clear concern behind it. It made your heart ache because you knew how selfless he was, even when he’s hurting this bad he still seemed to care.

“I woke up earlier and couldn’t fall back asleep..” You reply after a moment and try not to focus on the tight feeling in my chest by focussing on his arms around you instead.

Obi-wan doesn’t respond for a moment. But instead leans his head against yours. It was a small gesture. But it sends waves of comfort through you. After a moment you realize you hold him tighter, because of the many emotions racing in your chest. And feel a shiver run through you. And he noticed.

“Are you cold?” Obi-Wan asks softly, almost slightly surprised. And you could deny it, but it’s one more way of pretending, and you’re exhausted. So you nod softly. And feel his arms wrap more securely around you. He tried to warm you up a bit by rubbing his hand up and down your back. And you felt comforted by it. By his touch, his presence, his compassion... He made you feel at ease. Despite everything going on. And after a few moments you can’t pretend anymore. And you feel tears start to spill from your eyes.

Obi-Wan noticed when he felt you start to tremble slightly, and as soon as he did he moved his head away to look down at you, but your face is buried against his shoulder. ‘’Are you alright?” He spoke softly. And that’s when your defenses crumbled. And you immediately feel guilty for crying. ‘’I’m sorry—’’ You choke out as you hug him tighter as if that would help hide the fact you’re starting to break. Obi-Wan doesn’t do or say anything for a moment, but then he tightens his arms around you in return. ‘’Obi— I’m sorry-’’ You manage to blurt out between sobs that escape you as tears wet his robe. ‘’No I am..’’ He says after a moment and then moves away from you so that he can see your face, but you just hug him tighter, afraid of letting go.

He pleads your name softly for you to look at him, his hands moving to your head to gently pull you away from his shoulder. You’re hesitant. But after a moment you give into him. Because eventually, you always do. And then your teary eyes meet his and you’re immediately filled with regret. Because he looks so incredibly sad and guilty. Normally he would’ve been better at hiding it, but not the past weeks. Obi-Wan’s hands move to gently wipe your tears away as he continued to look at you. And you lean into his hand slightly.

‘’I’m sorry..’’ He whispered. ‘’You’ve been there for me this entire time and I—’’ His words get caught in his throat. And you feel so bad for him. Tears continue to fall.

“No— don’t say that please—’’ you say between sobs and he continues to hold you. Neither of you were great at showing vulnerability, on the one hand because you were afraid of what others would see and on the other because of worrying people. Especially each other. ‘’I’m sorry.. I should’ve been there for you...’’ He spoke quietly. And you hated how remorseful he sounded. And how unfair all of this was. So after a moment you closed the gap between you and buried your face against his chest again. ‘’You always are—’’ You say, your voice slightly muffled by his robe. But Obi-Wan wraps his arms around you again and leans his chin on top of your head.

He stays like that for a while. Just like you had for him so often the past two weeks. And even though he didn’t say anything, no comforting words, lullabies or whispered reassurances, this was still enough. This was everything you needed. This was all he could give right now and that was okay. You just needed him. And he gave you exactly that. Then he shifts his head slightly.

‘’You should rest..’’ Obi-Wan says in a soft tone as if to not disturb the quiet moment. Or the way part of you already felt like drifting off into his arms. Months ago you would’ve argued, suggesting you don’t need sleep. But now everything was different. And you just nod slightly against him before opening your eyes and slowly moving away from him. Not too much though. And you realize he wasn’t moving away either as he placed his hands on your arms gently and looked down at you. Those cerulean eyes of his are somber. But somehow there’s still the tiniest bit of light in them as he looks down at you and noticed the care in them. His kindness. And in that moment you realize that it was the strongest force in the galaxy.

You both turn to bed then. And neither of you feels surprised when Obi-Wan lays down next to you and pulls the covers over you both. You’re already turned to him. And when he settles down and turns to face you, you realize you wouldn’t know where you’d be without him. Not after so many years.

You lean your forehead against his shoulder, not wanting to cross any lines. But his touch, his presence was healing in so many ways. And you close your eyes for a moment. After a moment you feel Obi-Wan’s arm wrap around you, and you don’t hesitate to move closer and lean into him. Hesitantly at first. And so was he. It’s not that you hadn’t done this before, laying next to each other, because you had, on multiple missions. It always made your heart beat too fast. But now it was different. You were searching for comfort in each other's presence, compassion and warmth. To hopefully get through the hours of the night. Peacefully. Because you’re both griefing the loss of Qui Gon.

Obi-Wan’s hand rests on your back and you sigh softly, trying to drown in the feeling of his warmth. Because you needed it. Your spark had almost burned out… His had. He lost it. And it painted you to notice it so well. He didn’t deserve all of this. It made you feel like you’d been stabbed. You nuzzle your head slightly more against his chest at the thought. Obi-Wan sighs softly and leans his head against your own.

“Obi?” You hear yourself ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. But let’s you know he’s heard it by gently drawing circles over your back with his thumb.

You aren’t sure what to say. There were many things you hadn’t told him. Like how you could get lost in his eyes oh so easily, how you felt your heart beating faster every time he complimented you, looked at you, touched you.. how much you loved him. But you couldn’t tell him that. But he has always been there for you. And you didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. And why he hadn’t. Because he deserved the galaxy.

“Thank you..” you say your voice drifting off to a whisper. Obi-Wan didn’t respond for a moment. Instead he nuzzled his head against the top of your head slightly more. You felt his lips brush against your hairline when he spoke.

“You shouldn’t..” he spoke softly and regretfully as he held you.

And for some reason that made you feel even more strongly about needing to thank him.

“Shut up.” you mumble softly as you shift and move your arm to wrap around him. Ignoring whatever lines this may cross. You didn’t care right now. Because you weren’t gonna accept any more of this- of him talking badly about himself. Not with what he’s going through. “Just let me thank you...”

Obi-Wan had to suppress the urge to say something. To make you understand that you didn’t need to thank him, that you shouldn’t. Because what could you thank him for? He only brought you worry, pain and the feeling you had to take care of him. He only brought you work. Because he was a mess. And he couldn’t fix himself. And yet here you were offering him comfort yet again when you were struggling. Just as much as he was. Maybe even more, because he kept acting like such a youngling seeking your comfort, your care and your strength. And he hadn’t even noticed just how bad you had been doing, how could he be such a horrible friend? He knows you better than that- he should be better than that. But he wasn’t going to argue with you. Not now. Not when you were clearly exhausted and he had drained you enough emotionally. So he sighed softly, and closed his eyes. Because he wasn’t gonna risk letting the last bit of remaining light in his life die out.

And you would both sleep in each oher’s arms for the rest of the night. Both unaware of just how much you cared for each other. And that wouldn’t change for a while even though it conflicted you both endlessly. But for now you laid in each other’s arms. Seeking comfort in each other's presence as you both tried to escape the terrors of the night. The traffic on Coruscant would soon start to become more lively. The moons would soon disappear from the night sky and be replaced by golden rays of the sun. But through all changes in life, no matter how big or small, you had each other. And that was enough.

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amberskyyking · 9 months ago

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It’s Fox Day so have a fluffy lil Corrie Guard Talent Show story I wrote based on this post featuring a bunch of my talented writer friends OC’s and Fox trying so hard to develop better mental health patterns and so so many hugs 🥰❤️🦊

Ten Out Of Ten

7k words! Click the title for the AO3 link. @corrieweek TW: Suicidal thoughts mentioned, KMS joke and general implied past abuse and decom, but things are better and they’re healing now ❤️‍🩹

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“I’m going to fucking-”

Stitch’s eyes snapped to Fox’s face the moment he started mumbling those words under his breath, and he cut himself off. Kill myself, was what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t supposed to make jokes like that was he? They’d talked about this at length after the war was over, after the Senate voted to declare clones were Sentient in an upset he still wasn’t sure he believed really happened. Their newfound position was so fragile, even if the decom orders he shielded them from for years had been stopped. His vode weren’t expendable anymore, there were consequences for abusing them now that Fox had the right to enforce, but the sense that all those protections could be ripped away had seeped deep into his bones. Fox hadn’t been able to protect them before, his efforts hadn’t been enough, he wasn’t enough! Palpatine might be gone, but Fox couldn’t shake the icy dread that he would see those leering yellow eyes around every corner, hear that cruel voice disguised with grandfatherly patience threatening his vode if Fox didn’t comply, feel the sudden pang of lightning sear across his skin -

“Fox,” Stitch said his name in a hard tone, snapping him out of the spiraling thoughts for a moment. “Stop that.”

Right. Fox took a breath.

Stitch had a point, he knew he did, as much as he hated to admit it a couple of weeks ago when he made his last ill-timed joke passing by a familiar spire. Jokes like that only reinforce negative thought patterns, Stitch had snipped. It’s not funny, it’s only making your damn mental health worse and it’s going to give me a fucking aneurysm one of these days if you don’t knock it the hell off!

The reminder filled him with a new wave of guilt. His poor CMO could never trust Fox wasn’t serious about those sort of things, and Fox honestly couldn’t blame him, but Stitch already had to put up with so much. Now Fox was adding to it. Maybe it would be better if he just-

“I’m serious, Fox,” Stitch snarled. “Want to try that again?”

Fox scowled at the floor. He was trying to do better, he really was, he had to, for his brothers sake. He’d promised them he would, even if he didn’t understand why they still bothered, now that the primary threat to their existence was gone. But Stitch was still glowering at him expectantly. Thorn and Thire had gone quiet too, right in the middle of their own conversation. Great. Now they were all concerned again, just because of his bad coping skills. Fox looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember what Stitch had said to do with thoughts or jokes like that instead, even if it was just to appease them. Just say something different, right? Something positive or funny or ridiculous?

He let out an exasperated sigh and blurted out the first load of nonsense that popped into his head. “I’m - I’m going to put on the best talent show Coruscant has ever seen,” Fox muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm.

There was a pause, and Fox felt a flush creep up his neck. Where the hell had that come from? It wasn’t even really funny, it was just ridiculous, Thorn and Thire were bound to give him shit, and -

“Wait seriously?” Thorn jumped up eagerly from his spot on the floor. “We can do that?”

Thire’s eyebrows shot straight into his hair. “I ah. Think the Commander was joking, vod.”

“But we could?” Thorn pressed, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet with a huge sparkling grin on his face.

Fox blinked a couple times at his vod’ika with a pit in his stomach. Thorn had to be joking too, didn’t he?

“Cause I had this idea, there’s this song I found that I want to make a routine with Lowkey to and -”

“Isn’t that what the holonet is for?” Thire chuckled.

“Trust me, this would be so much better live! I could - No wait, can’t say. That would be a huge spoiler!”

Both troopers looked excitedly at Fox, and his heart dropped. Kriff. This wasn’t a complication he was prepared to deal with, not today.

“I…” He gulped, trying to stall, trying to think of any way to tell them no, it wasn’t possible, they didn’t have the resources or the time… But it was useless. He couldn’t stand to see their faces fall if he could help it, not after everything the Guard had been through for so long. If they wanted to do something like that so badly he would find a way, he… He could never say no to them. Not with enthusiasm like that, not when they were looking at him like that!

“Sure,” He caved, cursing himself internally as he did. “We can have a… A talent show.”

Thire gasped, Thorn let out a whooping cheer, and Fox had to grin in spite of himself, at least until Stitch snorted from behind him. Fox shot a tired glare back at his CMO, who didn’t look sorry in the slightest, in fact he looked downright pleased. Stitch had to know exactly what just happened in Fox’s head, and this whole self-esteem issue he was constantly pestering Fox about had just taken a turn that his vod’ika couldn’t have planned better if he tried. It wasn’t like Fox could really regret it, though. Thorn had already lit up like a life day tree, sending frantic comms to Lowkey with ideas for their next routine, and Thire wore a thoughtful little grin on his face that Fox could have melted at.

“What are you going to do for it, sir?” Thorn asked suddenly, looking up from the comm he had been typing out.

“I’m not competing,” Fox said automatically.

“Whaaat?” Thorn frowned.

“Why not?” Thire said in bewilderment. “It’s your idea!”

“What would I even do?” Fox exhaled, shaking his head. “I don’t have any special talents.”

“Sure, vod. You just killed the Sith, ended the war and set us all free, that was a normal Benduday,” Thorn snarked.

“That wasn’t all me… And how exactly would I do any of that on stage?” Fox protested.

Thorn opened his mouth to offer up what was sure to be some sort of insane suggestion, but thankfully, Stitch came to Fox’s rescue.

“He told you you could have the show, that’s enough,” Stitch snapped. “I karking swear, if you try to hijack his sleep schedule just to make him prep for some damn act, you’ll be seeing my special talents in the med bay first hand!”

That made the pair of them back off, but it didn’t seem to damper their excitement for the thing, which was good. Fox let out a breath as they shrugged in acceptance and got back to their conversation from before, this time with giddy little grins on their faces.

This… This couldn’t hurt, could it? If the idea was making Thorn and Thire this happy, it would probably be good for the rest of his men, too. Fox wasn’t the only one who struggled, maybe they could all use the boost. He would still make sure it was closed to anyone but the Guard, to be safe, even if the galaxy was nominally safer for them already. Outsiders seeing his vode in the spotlight was still a risk he wasn’t willing to take, but they could keep this small, just celebrate a few of his brothers who he loved so much and remind them of their worth. He could manage that.

Stitch slung an arm across Fox’s back as he started thinking it all through, and Fox automatically pulled him into a hug, letting out a deep sigh.

“It’s a good idea, vod,” Stitch told him softly. “I’m proud of you. You caught yourself, you’re forming better patterns already, that’s progress. But this isn’t going to fuck up your sleep.”

“Someone has to plan all this,” Fox reminded him, but Stitch shook his head as he pulled back to look Fox in the eye.

“Yeah. Someone. Not you,” His CMO told him pointedly, mouth twisting into a wicked smirk. “Either you let me handle this or you go down to one shift a day, don’t try me. We have rights now, thanks to you, so you can’t work more than your doubles or I’ll fucking report it.”

“This wouldn’t be work related-“

“It could be,” Stitch threatened with glee, and Fox let out a half-hearted scoff. That wasn’t even fair. His brothers needed those protections in place, but Fox hadn’t considered how Stitch might use those new laws against him, too.

“Fine,” He bit out. “If you’re sure, but if you need anything, tell me. I should still be involved.”

“It’s your own damn show, you’ll have a role,” Stitch shot back, but his eyes were soft, and Fox nodded. It was settled, then. For better or worse, Fox really was going to kill himself put on the best fucking talent show Coruscant had ever seen.

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It might have been Fox’s half-baked, sarcastic suggestion to throw the talent show in the first place, but Stitch stayed true to his word and took charge of the whole production so Fox wouldn’t work himself into the ground trying to do it all it himself. He still wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or put off by the help. This really was something he could have handled on his own, he used to pull triple or quad shifts, the doubles were already a massive improvement and adding the show to his plate really wouldn’t have been pushing himself more than he had before. Pointing that out Stitch again later that night, though, proved to be a mistake, as the CMO kindly offered to break his fucking legs and throw the bone knitter off the goddamn Rotundra if he tried to go back on their agreement now… So Fox let Stitch handle coordinating the thing, went to bed, and hardly slept, but at least he tried.

Fox had barely begun his first shift when it became clear word had spread and clones on and off duty all started acting strangely. He had only pictured a small gathering in his head, something held quietly in the barracks or the mess, far from prying eyes, but the more excited vode he encountered throughout the day the less that seemed like a viable option.

Thorn and Lowkey passed Fox as he left the barracks that morning, both of them soaking wet, squelching in their boots and giggling like kriffing cadets. They froze when they saw Fox and tripped all over their promises to clean up the mess before Fox let them go. Only a couple hours later, Lefty’s pet tooka somehow got stuck in a vent in the armory, and when he got her out, she was wearing a miniature version of shock trooper armor. The red paint hadn’t dried yet and was smeared in places on the thin plastoid, but that, at least, was a cute problem. He gave a blushing Lefty a comforting hug once his pet was safe and gently scratched the little tookas head before moving on with his day.

The talent show was farther from Fox’s mind again by the time he was making rounds near the east wing of the building on his second shift. Suddenly he heard noises from a storage room that was supposed to be unoccupied, and panic flared in his gut. He’d heard things like this before. Muffled voices echoed from inside, one of them shouting something indistinguishable, and they sounded like his vode!

All the worst possibilities raced through his head, but they had rights now, he could protect them if someone was trying to hurt them and he would! He would do anything to keep them safe, no matter the cost. Fox drew his twin blasters with his heart in his throat, raced right up to the door and -

The voices started to sing. Fox stopped dead in his tracks.

Theeeeere once was a man come from Sriluur, Say now did he really? A handsome pirate, that’s for sure! All of that’s a lie!

It… It was several voices, echoing loudly through the door now in the otherwise empty hall, all of them clones but… But nothing was wrong. Fox’s adrenaline fizzled at once and he let his hands with the blasters fall at his side. They were just practicing in there, a call and response song like some of them made up back on Kamino in training, nothing that was hurting them. There weren’t even rules against that kind of thing, at least, not anymore.

Hondo Ohnaka, Hondo Ohnaka, Hondo Ohnaka! All of that’s a lie!

Fox shook his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, letting their little song remind him that they were okay. They did sound good, now that he knew no one was locked in there with a fucking Senator, and some of the lines they made up almost made him chuckle, lessening his nerves. If they had written it themselves, it was a very clever shanty. After a minute or so he trudged off to continue his rounds, but practicing vode continued to catch him off guard through the rest of that shift. By the time he made it back to the barracks he had ran into Pointe with wide eyes and his arms full of bright colored fabric and ribbon scraps, Tree practicing an attempt to make a strange plant disappear for Senator Chuchi, and Crow trying to smuggle no less than six mouse droids out of the Senate halls for who-the-hell-knows-why.

Fox was tired when he finally returned, but before he could make Stitch’s whole kriffing day by collapsing into bed at the end of it like he was supposed to, Thire burst in with a grin on his face that lit up the whole room.

“I found us a venue!” He announced, and Fox blinked at him in bleary-eyed confusion.

“A what?”

“You know that old theater just down the street?”

“The one you just issued eighteen building citations to last week?” Fox said with a raised eyebrow.

Thire rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Yeeeah… I might have offered to waive those if they can get the violations fixed by Taungsday… And let us use the place that night.”

Fox’s face stayed impassive as he looked at his blushing vod’ika. “…For the talent show?” He asked at long last, and Thire nodded.

“I mean, where were we gonna have it? The mess?”

That had been what Fox was picturing, but… Well, it didn’t really matter to him if the theater paid those fines, just that they fixed their shit, so if this was just as effective he didn’t see a problem with it. Besides, Thire seemed proud, and after seeing so much more enthusiasm today than he expected, maybe being on a real stage would be good for his kih’vode too, at least if the event was still private. They deserved to feel special. They were special. Especially since so many of them really had cultivated great talents, even while stationed here, of all places, where stifling conformity was a matter of survival.

“Good work, vod,” Fox yawned, standing up again and crossing over to Thire over to give him an appreciative hug. “They’ll love that.”

“You think so?” Thire said, letting out a breath and straightening up a bit at the praise.

“Of course,” Fox assured him. He let him go with a pat on the shoulder and sank back down onto his bed. “You’ll have to tell Stitch, though…”

“Will do, sir!” Thire beamed.

Fox smiled as he closed his eyes, even through his exhaustion. He hadn’t expected all this, but it really did feel like the spectacle was needed, somehow. Maybe he should have known, with how long they had all had to keep their individuality hidden away, for safety’s sake. But things were different now, they really were. Even if he was still having a hard time believing it.

Fox found it a little easier to drift off to sleep that night, even if he could have sworn someone was practicing an entire tap dance routine in a nearby room.

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The day of the talent show came and the old theater was packed. Even knowing how excited his kih’vode were about this, Fox stared around in wide-eyed wonder at the number of them who showed up! Stitch had to half-drag him through the crowd of smiling, laughing Corries, most of them in armor but a few in military dress clothes or civvies or even full costumes that rivaled the worst dressed Senators, towards the judges booth in the center of the room. The rest of the panel, with Thire, Stone, Hound and Rosie, were already gathered there, chatting and laughing as they waited for everyone else to find their seats.

It was slow moving through the crowd though, even with Stitch’s intimidating scowl to cut them a path, since Fox’s kih’vode kept turning to smile at him, laugh, and hug him along the way.

“Commander!” A fresh faced shiny, Zed, grinned up at him with a a sharp salute. “Thank you sir, I - I can’t believe I get to show off my hoverboard tricks! I always saw the holos of the pros on Kamino but I never thought…”

“You’ll do great tonight,” Fox reassured him, giving his shoulder a squeeze that made the kid swell with pride and bounce on his toes. They only made it a few more steps before another trooper tapped on his shoulder.

“I was hoping to catch you, Sir,” The trooper said softly, fidgeting with a piece of flimsi in his hands, and Fox recognized him as Penner. “I didn’t sign up, I don’t think this would be very exciting from the stage but… I’ve been learning origami to give me something to do with my hands when I’m anxious and… I think I’ve gotten good at it,” He explained, blushing a little as he spoke. “I want you to have this one…” He held up the flimsi in his hand and Fox’s eyes widened. What was a flat and fragile sheet just a minute before was suddenly a perfect little Fox.

“That’s incredible,” Fox breathed, and he meant it. He picked up the little fox as gently as he could, looking at the little details, the tiny folds that seemed to fit impossibly together in awe. It was so personal, so heartfelt... ”Thank you, Pen’ika,” Fox smiled. “If you were competing I’d give you ten out of ten.”

Penner looked like he was about to cry. “It’s nothing, you… You saved my life,” Penner whispered, his lower lip wobbling just a bit as he did. “I don’t know if you remember but… But thank you, Commander.”

Fox felt like the air had been knocked clean from his lungs. He did remember, of course he did. Penner had been one of the first men he had been too late to protect… But he wrapped his arms around his brother, drawing him close and taking care to keep the oragami fox cupped protectively in his hand. When they pulled apart, both their eyes were misty, and Penner gave him a watery grin before turning away.

“I hope you’re paying attention,” Stitch said under his breath as he took Fox by the hand again. “See what can happen when you’re not a fucking asshole to yourself?”

“This was mostly your work,” Fox pointed out in a raw sounding voice, but Stitch shook his head.

“Only because you’re still running yourself into the damn ground trying to keep us safe. This was your idea, its happening because you said so and you did it for their sake, don’t you dare deny it!”

Fox didn’t dare. He wasn’t sure why he had said anything about a talent show in the first place, what possessed him to speak those words with hardly the thought in his mind or where they even came from, but he… He wasn’t sorry. His vode needed this, maybe more than he even realized, or maybe he knew but just hadn’t understood it yet.

“How many of them do you think…” Fox started, but trailed off.

“Think what?” Stitch pushed.

“… Need to know they… Matter,” Fox said quietly. “Even if they’re not competing tonight.”

Stitch stopped in his tracks, turning back to him with a solemn, troubled look on his face. “All of them,” He said, without a hint of bluster or sarcasm.

Fox nodded. That’s what he thought, too. “I wish I could tell them all…”

“I know. They would say the same about you,” Stitch told him gently. “Come on.”

A few more hugs and encouraging words later, Thire, Stone, Hound and Rosie all turned to greet him and Stitch as they approached the judges booth. Thire waved him into the centermost seat that they had left open for him and immediately sank into the seat at his right. Stitch paused, giving Fox an odd look and whispering something to Rosie, who nodded her head.

Fox was finding it a little difficult to pay attention to the small talk the others were making. Instead, he traced the edges of the little origami Fox in his hands. After a moment Stitch leaned in to give his shoulder a final squeeze before heading backstage, and Thire scooted closer to Fox’s side, his presence cool and steady.

Something about this night that had started out as a bad cover for a worse joke already felt so important. They’d been wearing the same matching armor and using their numbers instead of names for years for their own protection. He had to make so many stifling rules to keep them safe, even if it wasn’t enough. Everything that they did had been to blend in, to avoid drawing attention to themselves, to make themselves indistinguishable from the next clone so they couldn’t be easy targets, but now…

Now the war was over. They were people. They could stand out, show off, shine… But even if so many of them weren’t ready for that, they deserved to be celebrated, too.

Thire reached out, giving Fox’s hand a quiet squeeze, and he exhaled. He was already proud of them, so proud of every single one of his brothers, wherever they were at on their journey. Then the lights dimmed, the eager voices of his vode that filled the theater quieted in anticipation, and Thorn and Lowkey took the stage in the most ridiculous bright red bedazzled suits Fox had ever seen.

“Olarom, olarom, olarom!” Thorn shouted excitedly in Mando’a to a loud set of cheers, spinning an umbrella around his arm for some reason. “Welcome to the first annual Coruscant Guard Talent Show, vode!”

Fox raised an eyebrow. He never said anything about this being annual.

“Shiny or veteran, Grunt, ARF, Shock troop, Medic, Mechanic, Prison guard, Security, Massiff handlers, Massiffs themselves and anyone else, none of that matters tonight! So forget your test scores, fuck whatever the long-necks thought of you, nobody’s perfect and tonight we get to see some of what you’re all really made of! The good stuff! Like… What do we have tonight, Lowkey?”

“What, besides us? In these gorgeous suits?” Lowkey said lightly, strutting across the stage in the glittery red thing and puffing out his umbrella behind him dramatically to the cheers and cat-calls of the men in the audience. “I’ve got to give credit where credit is due though, our own Commander Fox picked these out special himself!”

That wasn’t true.

“Oh he’s got such great taste, vod, in anything but caf. Still won’t use the cream and sugar we have now, says it’s better black.”

…That part was.

“But actually, this whole night was Fox’s idea, if you haven’t heard!” Thorn continued, and that… Was true too, somehow. Fox was still having trouble remembering he had actually started all this, him and his terrible joke had teamed up to make an event that the whole guard was more excited about than anything he’d seen since the end of the war. Their brothers clapped and hooted their approval of the idea, and Fox tried not to notice how many of them had turned to stare at him just now, but Lowkey chuckled into his mic and shut his umbrella with a crisp snap that got their attention again.

“Well, we better get on with it then, Thorn, or we’ll keep the Commander up past his bedtime.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Thorn asked with feigned innocence.

“I’m afraid of Stitch,” Lowkey hissed under his breath, pointing behind his hand towards the curtains where Fox knew his CMO was standing just out of sight. A single gloved hand popped out from backstage to flip him off.

“Oooh, good point. In that case, Taps! Get your ass out here quick!” Thorn cried, and the pair of them pranced back off the stage, blowing kisses to the crowd to laughter and cheers.

The ARF trooper Taps stepped gingerly out from behind the curtains with a nervous grin on his face. Fox wasn’t sure what sort of act he would be performing, he wasn’t wearing a costume and didn’t seem to have any special gear, but the music picked up and Taps started tap dancing! The irony almost made Fox burst out laughing by mistake, because of course! The tap dancer who he heard the other night must have been Taps! He should have known. The clone wouldn’t have lasted a kriffing day in the Rotundra, not with the nervous habit that earned him his name, so Fox put him on street patrols, which was a much better fit. But he had no idea his vod had turned all that energy into something so rhythmic and percussive and artistic! When the routine came to a close and Taps bowed with a flourish the whole theater broke into applause and Fox held his score card high, a perfect 10/10, smiling ear to ear.

Next up was Tree in a bright green cape he could have stolen off Bail Organa himself and… Likely had, given how the trooper seemed to trust more of the Senators than Fox really appreciated. He took the stage with several of his friends carrying exotic looking plants behind him in big silvery pots, but once the show began Fox was completely mesmerized! The disappearance act he saw him practicing the other night for Senator Chuchi had a Part Two that he hadn’t seen, where the towering fern reappeared on the judges booth! Grizzer flew into a tizzy, barking like mad at the trick, and Fox shot his hand into the air with the 10/10 before the act even concluded.

Every other act was just as outstanding as the one before, from the squad who got the entire crowd to join them in singing the shanty about Hondo Ohnaka to the green-haired Pointe running his piebald massiff Bespin through a series of tricks with colorful ribbons and bows streaming behind her! Guts put on a gorgeous display of his automatons whizzing through the air to music that a music box he built himself played, Coro performed juggling routine that he claimed to have learned by literally jugging up to twelve medical charts at the same time (Fox wasn’t sure if that was a joke, and no one else seemed to know either, but he didn’t mistake Stitch’s barking laugh from behind the curtain when he said it), and Lucky’s graceful and risky sword dance captivated everyone except for the worried medics in the crowd, especially Rosie, who gasped loudly at Fox’s side every time he made a dangerous looking move. She still burst into applause with the rest of them once it was over, relief written all over her face.

Captain Taser’s speed painting was already a beautiful piece of artwork even before he spun the canvas rightside up to reveal he had been painting upside down the whole time , showing off a colorful Coruscant sunrise and adding the sparkle of morning stars with a last few taps of his brush. Later on the twins Kando and Sii’s four-armed General Grievous improv routine had the entire building bursting with laughter, then Zed’s hoverboard tricks sent Stitch rushing onto the stage for half a second before he twisted a miraculous third time in the air and landed his final combo. Lefty’s routine with his Coruscant Guard Shock Tooka melted about half the audience out of pure cuteness, then Xia performed a song in the voices of our judges, which was just their own voice the entire time, but they put on a long yellow wig for “Thorn’s” part and dramatically held a Massiff plushie in the air for “Hound’s”.

Fox was laughing so hard he could barely see by the end of it, so he gave them a 10/10. They all deserved 10/10, they all deserved the whole world, he didn’t even care when Stone elbowed him hard and shook his head at his unchanged scorecard! He couldn’t help it, and he didn’t want to.

He did at least hesitate after the slicer Crow’s reprogrammed mouse droids were revealed to have stolen boots off no less than seventeen troopers in the audience AND Thire himself, apparently working unseen throughout the entire show to amass their collection undetected. Fox shook his head and let out a heavy sigh at that. He really had to keep an eye on Crow. The kind of shit he could get up to, with skills like that… It was concerning, but admittedly impressive. So. 10/10.

“Another 10 out of 10 from our own 1010,” Thorn read off with a hearty laugh from the stage. “What does that make Crow’s total score there, Lowkey?”

“With Thire’s whopping zero, he’s coming in at 21/50,” Lowkey announced, and Crow pouted at the other Commander, making a little heart with his hands and then breaking it, but his eyes still sparkled with the usual mischief.

“Neat trick, but you gotta pick your targets better there vod. Thire holds a grudge!” Thorn said, twirling that umbrella of his in the air with a teasing grin. “Try Fox next time, he wouldn’t fault you tonight if you stole his whole kit right off his shebs!”

A few heads turned his way with good natured chuckles, and Fox blushed a little, fixing Thorn with a glare that had no heat in it at all. It was true, but he didn’t have to say it. Even if, judging by their reactions, everyone else seemed to already know.

“Speaking of Fox,” Lowkey said slowly, and Thorn’s grin widened in a very concerning way. “I thought I heard a little rumor about a last minute addition before the grand finale?”

“Oh, right, we did hear that didn’t we!” Thorn teased, turning his gaze directly on Fox.

Fox abruptly stood from his seat with alarm bells ringing in his head. No, they had talked about this, he wasn't performing! Whatever Thorn had planned wouldn’t happen, he had nothing prepared, but before he could take a single step, Thire and Rosie had brought hands down on his shoulders.

“Usedii, vod,” Thire murmured to him. “This won’t be bad, trust us.”

“I don’t have any special talents,” Fox hissed back. “I already told Stitch-”

“He thought of something, just before he left,” Rosie whispered. “But don’t worry. It’s good, you’ll like it.”

“Commander!” Thorn sang dramatically from the stage, his eyes somehow sparkling even more than that ridiculous suit he was wearing. “I had a whole speech planned about how you’ve been holding out on us tonight, but you had to go and ruin it! With all those big scores you kept turning in and some of what I saw in the lobby before this even began -”

“I’m sorry,” Fox blurted out, absolutely crestfallen at the realization, but of course he had gone and managed to screw up such a wonderful night somehow. He had tried, but something had gone wrong, hadn’t it? Was it because he gave everyone 10/10? Was he a useless judge? He should have just left this to Stitch, he shouldn’t have gotten involved at all -

“Oh my god, Fox,” Thire mumbled under his breath.

“No,” Hound said firmly with a shake of his head.

Fox blinked back up at Thorn on the stage in confusion. His vod’ika looked thoroughly unimpressed at his apology, with just a twinge of amusement tugging the corners of his mouth into a grin, and Lowkey scoffed at his side.

Suddenly, Fox became very aware of all the eyes pinned on him.

“Take a breath, Commander,” Thorn said a little softer than before. A few troopers in the seats began shuffling around in their seats, but Thorn ignored them and continued to talk. “Point is, we know of something you’re better at than anyone else in the galaxy, even if you don’t. So tonight we’re gonna prove it to you.”

Fox narrowed his eyes towards the last place he saw Stitch, that spot behind the curtains his CMO had disappeared to after Zed’s hoverboard act was over, since he was responsible for this, but before he could spot him there Thire reached out and wrapped Fox in a bone-crushing hug. Fox hadn’t expected that but he returned the hug on pure instinct, pulling Thire in protectively and cradling the back of his head.

“What is it?” Fox asked urgently. “What’s wrong?”

But Thire just chuckled affectionately into his neck. “Nothing’s wrong, ori’vod. This is it. Your talent.”

Fox blinked a few times in confusion out at the crowd over his brothers shoulder. More of them were turning around in their seats now, understanding of some sort dawning on their faces and making them grin. Stitch stood at the far end of them all with a gloating glint in his eye.

“You’re really good at loving us,” Thire said, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “And you’re really good at hugs.”

…Oh.

Fox wasn’t even sure how to respond to that. For a moment he just stared back at Thire, processing the words. Of course he loved them, they were his vode, they made it so easy…

“My turn,” Stone said simply, and Thire complied, stepping away so Stone could wrap his arms around Fox instead.

“The war was hard on us all, Fox,” Stone said quietly into Fox’s ear. “But you’ve been our rock. Thank you.”

Fox nodded against his brothers neck, fighting back the lump in his throat. “I… I couldn’t have survived it, without you…” He said thickly.

“Neither could we. I think we all need this,” Stone replied, giving him an extra squeeze before letting go.

Hound stepped up next, whispering a reminder of how sending him to work with the massiffs had changed everything for him, made his life worth living, then ordered Grizzer to jump up and lick Fox straight across the face, making Fox laugh again so he felt a little less like he was on the verge of tears. Then Rosie stepped up, passing off her forearm crutches to Thire to hold as she threw herself into Fox’s arms with a bright, determined smile.

“Thanks for taking me in, ori’vod,” She said jovially. “And for finally sticking to just the two shifts. We’ll keep working on that.”

“Stitch mentioned that to you?” Fox murmured, and Rosie flashed him a sharp look as she let go and Thire passed back the crutches.

“No, that’s common kriffing sense,” She said with a smirk.

Fox didn’t know what to say to that, but before he could take a seat again two more of his kih’vode jostled their way onto the platform, the twin shinies Kando and Sii from the comedy act. Kando opened his arms with a sheepish little grin and Fox caved like wet flimsi, sweeping both of them up into a hug, too. One of them let out a little squeal, as if his heart wasn’t enough of a puddle already. They were sweet kids. A couple seconds later he let go and scruffed both of their hair, but froze as he looked back over their heads and spotted the rest of the crowd.

Almost all of them were out of their seats. What started as a somewhat proper line of his fellow judges was now an amoeba-shaped pile of vode, with Stitch in his white medical officer’s uniform striding up the middle of them all with a face full of absolute triumph. Fox could hardly breathe as his CMO shouldered past the others and marched up the few stairs, clasping a hand on Fox’s shoulder and pausing.

“What are you waiting for?” He said with a wicked grin. “You wanted this. Get loved, moron.”

All Fox could do was nod, and the only way he could tell the next clone who hugged him was Tree was by the bright green cape billowing down his back that definitely belonged to Bail Organa. He didn’t know how much time it took to hug the rest of his brothers and tell them they were loved, and he lost count of how many there were, but if there was anything he could do for them he would, of course he would, especially something so simple as this! The program stayed paused as they all filed through, and Fox put his whole heart into every embrace. Some of the men mumbled kind things to him, like Lefty, some stayed silent, like Guts, and some even managed to make him laugh through the tears, like Crow. He tried to apologize to the ones he knew he had let down before, even if not a single one of them would hear it he had to say it, but the message that came back to him was always the same. He was only one person, he had done his best. They never blamed him. He saved some of them, more than just Penner, and every time he heard that he held them tight for an extra couple seconds before letting them go. His kih’vode meant everything to him, and all he wanted was for them to know it.

Apparently, they did… And he meant everything to them, too.

By the time the last of his family had made their way back to their seats, he had a feeling they had overshot how long their production would take by a while, but it hardly seemed to matter. That was a problem for later on. Stitch brought up the very end of the line with an expression full of compassion and care that Fox still wasn’t sure he deserved. Fox just shook his head in disbelief at his absolutely impossible CMO, and Stitch pulled Fox into the gentlest, warmest hug of the entire night.

They didn’t need words, but Stitch provided them anyways.

“I fucking told you.”

Fox just nodded against his brother’s neck. Stitch had been right about everything… Not that Fox would admit that just yet. If Stitch heard him say that it would go straight to his head and Fox would really would be forced down to just one shift a day. He couldn’t risk that, but he made no move to let go of Stitch again either, even as Thorn and Lowkey finally retook the stage.

“Hey Lieutenant! Something about this doesn’t quite seem fair, does it?” Thorn said with a shit-eating grin, causing most of the vode to turn back to him at once.

“Oh, definitely not. Fox is a judge, he can’t vote for himself,” Lowkey sniggered. “But we can’t let that 40/50 stand, can we?”

40/50? Fox shot a confused glance back down the judges booth to Thire, Stone, Hound and Rosie, and had to stifle an exasperated sigh. He still hadn’t thought they were taking this as a serious act, but all four of them had all gone off and awarded him a perfect 10/10.

“Alas, we cannot!” Thire declared with a sweeping gesture to the crowd. “Looks like we all have to help him out. What do you think? What’s his score?”

Fox could feel the blush rising up his neck and his cheeks as his brothers in the crowd sounded off with whistling and cheering and chants of TEN! TEN! TEN! all around. Really, the hugs were enough, he felt the love and now this was just getting excessive, but after a minute Thorn raised both hands and lowered them slowly to soothe the crowd.

“You got all that, Lowkey?” He asked with feigned innocence. “What’s his final score?”

“Ten thousand one hundred and ten!” Lowkey called out in dazzling confidence.

“Mmm. Yep. That’ll be a tough one to beat,” Thorn mused. “Think we can manage it, vod?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Are we gonna try anyways?”

“Hell yes!”

Music kicked on, both of their umbrellas opened with a snap and suddenly the glittering suits were gone! Instead, the pair of them posed for half a second in skimpy black leotards as their brothers gasped before diving whole-heartedly into the routine Thorn had been so excited about from the start.

When the sun shines, we'll shine together Told you be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Thorn and Lowkey were up there having the time of their life and Fox smiled so hard it hurt! The entire crowd cheered raucously for them, some even singing along with the words that they knew as the pair hit every move in tandem with huge perfect flourishes and over-the-top energy. Then Thire somersaulted off the stage and leap onto the judges booth with a bang in front of Fox! He lip-synced directly at him, holding his umbrella like a mic, dropping low and flipping around his hair with pure, unfiltered joy on his face.

Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Even Stitch had doubled over at Fox’s side, and Fox laughed so hard at the antics it brought tears to his eyes, happy tears this time, seeing his brothers shine, so full of life and joy. When Thorn jumped back on stage a burst of water rained down on them from above and they danced and stomped in the puddles it made, sending sparkling water and mist into the air as the song hit its climax, then struck a dramatic pose with their umbrellas on the final note.

The theater went wild, Fox included, hollering their praises at the two of them! Thire and Rosie were on their feet, Grizzer spun in circles at Hound’s side, Stone was shouting for an encore and Stitch squeezed Fox’s arm with the hand still slung around his back.

It didn’t matter who won, what everybody scored, or if they all wanted to throw the whole contest for the sake of his own self esteem. He had the best kih’vode in the GAR, with the biggest, most thoughtful hearts and the most incredible talents he could imagine, and he couldn’t be prouder to be their commander. Everyone had needed this tonight, hadn’t they?

Especially him.

Fox looked around the room at their faces with a heart that felt like it was seconds away from bursting. This night truly meant everything to him. He really had thrown the best fucking talent show Coruscant had ever seen, because he had the best family the galaxy could ever know, and he was so glad that he lived to see it.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Credit and thanks for the following OC’s go to my talented pocket friends!!!!!!

Stitch - TooManyTeeth Tree - MagicalStardust Guts - ProwlingThunder Pointe & Bespin - Gracklewarp Rosie - Mira-Starfall Lefty & Lucky - John_in_Art and Wolviecat Kando & Sii - Dragomir and Star from discord! Crow, Penner & Lowkey - My own lil guys, Crow is from my The Lights You Make series, Penner from Brothers Gained Brothers Lost, and Lowkey from Dying Isn't Very Regulation!

Oh! And I HAD to make Thorn and Lowkey dance to Umbrella just like Tom Holland, it was WAY too perfect, and so was the Hondo Ohnaka shanty! Highly recommend checking both these out if you haven't seen them before, 10/10 no notes!

#fox needs hugs #and he gets them #Fox gets soooo many hugs #corrieweek #corrieweek2024 #commander fox #coruscant guard #1010 day #its his day!#commander fox day #happy fox day #he loves his brothers so much #coruscant guard needs hugs #tooth rotting fluff #clone wars fanfiction #OC Corries #My friends are so talented I love them #get loved moron

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