#mereel skirata/fox

[runekirikjartan]

will Tumblr let me post this screenshot as a wip? please

[bon-sides-sw]

Fett Family from the Uni Au

Linking this fic by @vytels bc is about them and the romance between Jaster and Kal (E)

[the-pixel-lover-extravagant]

The lack of clone troopers pin ups is a full blown epidemic

[cc1010fox]

Kal: There's nothing better than a happy ad. Alpha-17: You haven't met a happy and safe ad then. Fox, running to Kal: Ba'vodu! Kal, sweeping Fox up: Fox'ika, how have you been? Fox, grinning cheekily: Happy and safe! Kal, laughing: Seems I have met one then. Fox: Where are the others? I have something to ask my ori'vod, Mereel! Kal: They're scouting our surroundings. Why don't you go see if you can find all of them? Fox, after being let down: Ok! Kal, after Fox runs off: How's the beskar'gam treating you? Alpha-17: It feels odd... Kal, chuckling: I bet it does! That old armor was practically your second skin. You grew up in it. Alpha-17: Yeah...but I don't miss it... Kal: I see you made some...interesting choices with your new armor... Alpha-17: Respectful choices. Kal: They better be. Jango is going to see right through your strategy. If you do it right, though, you might get his reluctant approval. Alpha-17: That's my hope. Kal: I'm guessing Fox is going to ask Mereel if he knows about Jaster Mereel. Alpha-17, chuckling: He's learned a lot about him, so I have no doubt.

[cabezadeperro]

Kissing ask: Fox/Mereel 💜

hi anon!

established non-relationship, takes place during the war. unstoppable force (mereel thinking himself a femme fatale) vs unmovable object (fox's customer service persona)

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Fox’s right hip is on fire. He shifts his weight and breathes through it. Amedda keeps talking at him, his lethorns vibrating with ire. He’s a small, prideful man, and he doesn’t like feeling scared: in the past year, Fox has learned to weather Mas Amedda’s rants, to mostly tune them out. They’re mostly harmless, and they make him feel better, and he’s a nasty piece of work—the happier he feels, the easier it is to deal with him. 

The man’s office is a mess of rubble and destroyed furniture. They carted out his aide’s corpse before Amedda arrived—she was alone when the clever little explosive device hidden in the flowers of the vase was deployed. Parts of her are still stuck to the carpet, to the wallpaper behind Fox.

Fox shifts his weight again. It was bad luck—a bad fall from a balcony. He nods, makes a vaguely agreeable noise when Amedda stops talking, and that’s more than enough—the man resumes talking, his words blurring together.

Skirata hovers just beyond what’s left of the door. He’s leaning against a wall, bucket on, the light blue of his armour out of place in the deep red of the Senate’s everything. He shouldn’t be there—Fox is reasonably sure he is very much not allowed in this area of the building. 

He probably wants to poke at something he shouldn’t have access to; Fox sighs. 

One headache at the time.

Amedda keeps him there for another ten minutes. Fox leaves the room, Mereel falling into step behind him like it’s nothing, like it’s expected and perfectly natural.

Fox sighs again and clicks on the helmet’s internal comms. 

“You are not supposed to be here,” he tells Mereel. “What do you want.”

In a way, dealing with Mereel is more or less like dealing with one of the high end senators: he’s unpredictable and he’s dangerous and he likes shiny things, and he’s not as smart or as charming as he thinks he is.

“Maybe I’m here just to see you,” Mereel replies. Fox snorts. He steps into the first fresher he sees, and isn’t that shocked when Mereel follows him right in. 

The place is empty, as predicted—the whole floor was evacuated after the explosion—but neither of them take off their buckets. Fox tilts his head at Mereel and folds his arms.

“What’s up with your leg? You’re limping,” Mereel continues. Fox blinks.

“I’m not limping,” he tells him. He made sure. He exhales. “Bad fall. What—?”

“Yes, yes. I know.”

They have an—agreement. Of sorts. Sometimes Fox lets him have a tiny bit of something, and Mereel always pays in kind. It works, more or less: Fox knows better than to expect Mereel to be fair, or honest, or truthful. It’s a dangerous game, but it’s one Fox has learned to play well. 

Mereel wants to have a look at the device. Fox dangles ten minutes in the evidence locker—not alone, never alone—over him until Mereel gives in: he has a disturbingly deep knowledge of Coruscant street gangs, and he hates to share it.

Fox can’t quite understand why Mereel keeps coming to him. He knows it’s partly out of boredom, partly curiosity: for a man who changes faces with disturbing ease, Mereel is not as hard to understand as he thinks he is. He likes poking at things to see what they do, he likes attention, he likes getting a reaction, and Fox knows very well how to play hard to get.

He half expects Mereel to push him into one of the empty stalls. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last: it has become a sort of habit. Less than legal dealings in the shadow of the Senate Rotunda, and then Mereel’s hand or his mouth around Fox’s dick in a storage cupboard somewhere. It’s both sordidly transactional and very—comfortable. With Mereel, Fox always knows what to expect.

Not that night. Mereel tilts his head—another comm incoming—and then clicks his tongue. He sighs, and then he’s approaching Fox, buckets bumping with a clattering, overly loud noise.

“Need to go. Get that leg looked at,” he says, and then he steps away. Seconds later the door swings closed after him, and Fox listens to his footsteps disappear down the corridor in the direction of the lifts. Fox checks his belt—he didn’t take anything, didn’t leave any funny little surprises—and then takes off his own helmet.

His own reflection stares at him from the visor. Fox scoffs and puts it on again. Kriffing Mandos.

[theblueraven]

AO3 Fic Masterlist

The Witcher:

A cat! In every sense of the word

Jaskier finds a cat that is not all it seems

In the reflection of a cat's eye -- Jaskier & Aiden (Familial)

Julek (Later Jaskier) stole a kid from the cat school. After both presume eachother dead they have to go through the world and survive.

What I deserve -- Young Vesemir x Jaskier

Jaskier is transported 100 years in the past and immediatly finds an injured witcher. luckly this one seems to like him.

Lady of the Lake

One shot form a contract mention in 'What I deserve' with a young!Vesemir.

Star wars:

Clones are People not Property

Anakin realises that Palpatin is a bad person and has a emotional breakdown.

To rewrite the nighmares (or the 1000 year old sith plan) with your dick -- Cody x Obi-wan (EXPLICIT SMUT)

Cody is getting nightmars of Obi-wan dying due to the chips and accidentally rewrites order 66.

Wild Child

Young Child Obi-wan finds himself with the true mandalorians and causes some problems.

Another day to freeze, another day to fall another day to fly

Obi-wan has a panic attack after gettign back from Mela/daan and Qui-gon helps him calm down and feel better.

Ring Around the Rosie -- Fox x Quinlan Vos

Quinlan is stuck in a time loop and draggs Fox into it. Fox trys to end it (ambuguous ending)

The Obelisk -- Obi-wan Kenobi x Jaster Mereel x Kal Skirata

Obi-wan is transported into a diffrent timeline where the Mandalorian empire never fell.

Corrupted Chips -- Obi-wan Kenobi x COmmander Cody x Alpha-17

Five years after the fall of the republic the clones are still in use. The chips -never designed to last so long- have started to breakdown and corrupt themselves.

Gravity Falls

30 Years of Wilderness

Oneshots of Feral Ford and his famliy trying to help him adapt.

Axolotl Sightings

Oneshots of various Gravity falls Charecters meeting the Axolotl when they need it. Not that they know they just meet a god.

Will be updated as I write more

[vodika-vibes]

This is where the Masterlist of my AU Event goes

Vodika-Vibes 650 Followers Event Notice - CLOSED

For The Dancing - Jango Fett x F!Reader - Fantasy AU

Fancy - Boba Fett x F!Reader - Western AU - Smut

Woe To The People - Commander Fox x F!Reader - Apocalypse AU

Mischief - Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader - Mermaid AU/Soulmate AU

You Will Be Okay - Captain Rex x F!Reader - Regency AU

The Soldier and the Frog - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader - Princess and the Frog AU

Oh Traveler Come - TBB Echo x F!Reader - Monster/Ghost AU

Sins Of The Father - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader - Monster AU

Hard To Kill - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader - Mystic AU - Smut

Don't Worry, I Have you - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

POW - Jango Fett x F!Reader - Undersea/Mermaid AU

One More Moment - Commander Cody x F!Reader - Undersea AU

Better Place - Clone OC: Misfit x F!Reader - Western AU

Lucky - Mereel Skirata x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

The Marshal - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader - Western AU

God Of War - Commander Fox x F!Reader - Mystic AU

The Privateer - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Fields of Gold - TBB Hunter x F!Reader - Modern AU

Let's Fly - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader - Regency AU

Singing - Ordo Skirata x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Lost - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader - Dragon AU

Cin Vhetin - Jango Fett x F!Reader - Fairy Tale AU

Wild Places - Prudii Skirata x F!Reader - Mystic AU - Smut

Noble Maiden Fair - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

I Give Hope To Man - Alpha-17 x F!Reader - Mystic AU

Ranger - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader - Western AU

Surface Pressure - TBB Tech x F!Reader - Soul Mate AU

Inspiration - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader - College AU - Smut

What Comes After - Clone Commando Sev x GN!Reader - Soulmate AU

Protective - CX-2 x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Swan Prince - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader - Selkie AU

One More Kiss - Commander Mayday x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Defend Yourself - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader - Modern AU - Smut

Hopelessly Devoted - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader - Mystic AU

Up Where They Walk - Captain Gregor x GN!Reader - Mermaid AU

Trouble - TBB Echo x F!reader - Soulmates AU

Not A Monster - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader - Beauty and the Beast AU

Love, Me - Darman Skirata x F!Reader - Western AU

Masquerade - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader - Cinderella AU

I Love You - ARC Trooper Jesse x GN!Reader - Soulmate AU

Please Trust Me - TBB Hunter x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Thousand Years - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Three Pair - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech - Monster AU - Smut

My Lady's Choice - Captain Rex x F!Reader - Fairy Tale AU

Immortal Flames - Commander Thire x F!Reader - Mystic AU

Fields of Snow - Commander Mayday x F!Reader - Regency AU

Stand By You - Platonic TBB x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Accidents Happen - TBB Echo x F!Reader - Mystic AU

Every Time - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader - MerSoul AU

Never Enough - TBB Tech x F!Reader - Enemies to Lovers AU

Coffee Cake - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader - Modern AU

Trapped - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader - Sleeping Beauty AU

When The Sun Loves The Moon - TBB Echo x F!Reader - MerSoul AU

Monsterous Love - Clone Trooper Tup x GN!Reader - Monster AU

Our Unending Dream - Commander Fox x F!Reader - Regency AU

Siren Song - Commander Monnk x F!Reader - Mystic AU

[runekirikjartan]

FoxReel WIP

Bc Tumblr's a bitch and won't let me post a full wip, here's a cropped version.

[imperialsprig]

Really glad I caught that little announcement post!!!

I loved seeing everyone's requests 🏳️‍🌈 your art always brings warmth to my heart. Thank you for always sharing 🖤🖤🖤

Thank you to all who participated in my (unanounced) Pride PFP event! I had so much fun drawing all the requested clones, and also learning about the different sexualities and genders. Thanks all <3

Pride PFPs Event masterlist under the cut:

Event 'anouncement'

Commander Fox Ace/Asexual for @pichiflu-draws

RC Fixer Pansexual for @orangez3st

ARC Trooper Echo Demiromantic for @noirrart Bisexual for @noirrart Panromantic for @imperialsprig Ace/Asexual for @king-of-docks

RC Gregor Agender for @imperialsprig

ARC Trooper Jesse Bisexual for @gingerhopper

Tech Ace/Asexual for @finerafin

Commander Fil Bisexual for @oftengruntled

Mereel Skirata Aroace for @verpineshatterrifle

ARC Trooper Fives Aroace for @verpineshatterrifle Bisexual for @kimiheartblade Rainbow Pride for @viridaee Ace/Asexual for @viridaee Drag Pride for @viridaee Pansexual for @viridaee

Alpha 17 Bisexual for @kimiheartblade Rainbow Pride for @kimiheartblade

Trooper Dogma Demiboy for @subpar-lemon-bar

RC Sev Leather Pride for @subpar-lemon-bar

Thanks again for participating and interacting! I'll probably anounce a new event soon, since I've reached 500 followers (I can't thank you all enough for all the love <3), but first I really really need to finish my Meme Mania Event somewhere 😅 (I apologise for the wait!)

[stardustloki]

The Boundaries

After the Chancellor's death, Fox takes a job offered to him by Bail Organa.

For over two years, he's believed himself defective, has believed that everything that Palpatine did to him was for his own good, and even knowing that he was a Sith Lord can't erase all the lessons that Fox learnt from him.

But perhaps, in time, Fox can discover that he isn't as much of a failure as he was led to believe.

- Tags: Gen, T, No Archive Warnings, Fox & Bail Organa, Fox & Thire,

Healing, Past Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Anxiety, Burn-out, Past Abuse, Non-graphic references to past torture and medical experimentation, For Fox day (10 days late counts, right?)

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Read it on ao3 here.

Or below the cut.

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“I am so glad you decided to accept the job offer,” Bail Organa tells him as they walk into his office. 

The doors fall shut behind them, in a way that makes Fox wince internally, before he tells himself to get a grip. So, he’s trapped (no, not trapped, he can walk out any second, he can leave if he wants to, he can)- he’s alone in an office with his new boss.

This is fine. He took this job because he’d known the Senator of Alderaan for two years now, two years in which he has been nothing but good to Fox. He is nothing like the Chancellor was.

But, despite everything, he cannot ignore the fact that Palpatine had been kind to him too, far kinder to him than many people had been, and had given him lots of chances where he hadn’t deserved them.

Fox can leave.

He knows this. He does.

-

The war had ended three months ago, when Wolffe’s chip had malfunctioned, and Plo Koon had gone on a protective rampage that had ended with the Chancellor dead.

He’d been a Sith lord, apparently.

Initially, Fox had found this quite hard to believe; he’d had been so welcoming, had called Fox by his name (whenever he didn’t mess up too badly), and had been far more patient than he could ever justify.

“Fox,” Wolffe had said, more softly than he had ever heard him speak, sitting across from Fox’s bed in the Jedi’s Halls of Healing, a fresh bandage on his head from where his chip had been removed, “he tortured you.”

Fox had said nothing, merely pushing his skinny arms under the soft blankets so that the lightning scars and needle marks hadn’t been visible. As terrified as he’d been of the man, the Chancellor had never done anything to him he hadn’t deserved, and, even if he hadn’t liked it, Fox had known it - Palpatine had made sure he understood how forgiving he had been.

Then, Master Che had shown him the inhibitor chip that had been inside his brain, and the screen of the datapad that Mereel Skirata had connected to it, the Null Clone having sliced through the security measures easier than breathing. The datapad showed the chip had been used regularly, to make him hurt people, to make him forget large swathes of time.

Later, Fox would blame the surgery for the fact that he spent the next few minutes shaking as he threw up bile into the refresher.

When he could speak, he’d explained what Palpatine had done, explained that he’d run lots of tests on Fox with the most advanced medical droids, droids who had been helping him to get better.

“Did they actually make you feel better?” Vokara Che had asked.

Fox had thought about his creeping suspicions, about the fact that he’d tried not to wonder if the tests and the treatments were what had been making him even more dizzy and disorientated, making his fatigue dig its claws ever deeper into him.

He’d thrown up again.

So, Palpatine was a Sith Lord who had been hurting him for his own sick amusement. Okay.

This didn’t mean that he was wrong though, this didn’t mean that Fox wasn’t a failure.

—

When Organa tells him the shift pattern, Fox lets himself frown.

“So, I’m only going to be working eight hours a day,” he clarifies.

Organa nods. “Technically, it is only seven hours in total, when you include breaks, which of course you will be paid for.”

Well that- that made no sense. Why would Fox be given breaks when he was working for such a short amount of time, and paid ones no less? This had to be some kind of trick… but Senator Organa had never been known for those, so what was this?

“And when I pass my ‘probation’-” there is a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that says he won’t. He would have been decommissioned for his mistakes long ago if Palpatine hadn’t wanted to watch him suffer- “I presume I will be moving up to doubles or triples.”

“No,” Organa says, face very calm in the way it only gets when he is very angry with someone in the Senate, but he doesn’t want to show it. Fox stiffens. “There will be a few events that require longer hours, special occasions or festivals and the like, but you will not be working sixteen hour shifts. Aside from the fact that it is illegal, it would not be in my best interests for the people guarding me to be exhausted.”

“Yes, sir,” he agrees automatically, but there’s a deeply jaded part inside of him that just laughs. That’s never going to be true.

“The way Palpatine-” Organa all but spits his name- “and my esteemed colleagues treated you is wrong. You know that, don’t you?”

—

When Senator Organa had offered him the job after three months of medically-mandated downtime, Fox had leapt at the chance, despite the fact that half of him was screaming at him to stay away from Natborns, and the Senate building most of all.

But he’d always been pretty good at pushing past his fear, he’d never have made it out of training if he hadn’t.

The last few months had been strange. At first, he’d been on medical leave, forbidden from looking after his men until Master Che had fully understood the effects of the Chancellor’s experiments. And then, there had been no more Coruscant Guard.

Learning of the chips had shaken the Republic, and the Clone sections of the GAR had been quickly disbanded. It had only been at the pushing of the Jedi, concerned Senators such as Organa, Amidala and Chuchi, and - most surprisingly of all - members of the general public, that the mass ‘decommissioning’ had only been a discharge from the military. They were luckier still that them leaving the army had necessitated the Republic granting them citizenship, and - to prevent them roaming around as Separatist mercenaries or some such ridiculous idea - they had been given accommodation and a ‘small’ amount of money each month.

Looking at the amount of money he now had in his bank account (something that was quite difficult to secure with biometrics) Fox wondered what natborns considered a ‘lot’ of money - perhaps it would be the ‘starting salary’ Bail was going to pay him.

His brothers had done their best to integrate him into civilian life. One of the first things he and the other ex-Corrie Commanders had done was to go and see a holo about an imaginary war. It probably hadn’t been a good idea, as they’d all spent the entire time complaining about the unrealisticness of tactics and the injuries the characters suffered. But, at least how terrible it had been meant that none of them had gone into battle shock.

Next, Fox and Cody had tried laser tag. It was like combat sims, but for Natborns, and the training bolts weren’t meant to hurt at all (which seemed a bit stupid - how were you meant to learn to dodge them if you didn’t have a proper reason to?). They’d shown up at the same time as a party of Twi’lek cadets, none of whom had wanted to split up and join their team. That had been fine, Fox and Cody had obliterated them 2 v 15… or would have, if they hadn’t been asked to leave when Fox had started to climb on the scenery to get a better vantage point.

When they’d gone for drinks at 79s afterwards, they’d decided to claim it a victory nonetheless.

But most of the time, Fox had slept. He wasn’t quite sure why - he’d survived just fine on an average of four hours a night for a year.

Okay, okay, even he wasn’t stubborn enough to claim that he’d been fine - he’d felt awful, the fatigue like an anchor in his bones, dragging him under the seas of Kamino - but surely he’d slept enough. Surely months on he shouldn’t be wanting to spend most of his time in bed.

“Burnout,” Master Che had called it.

“Your body was pushed to the limit for over a year, Fox. It’s gonna need some time to recover,” Risk had said.

Whatever, Fox had had enough time. He hated it, the sitting around doing nothing. Okay, he didn’t hate all of it, he loved being able to spend time with his brothers, but he hated enough of it. It was making him antsy, day after day with no purpose.

Fox had been designed to protect Natborns, to feel armour on his body and a blaster on his hip, and without that purpose he was nothing. He hadn’t even been able to protect his brothers, they’d been getting along just fine without him.

So, when Bail Organa had offered him the job, despite the tightening in his chest, he’d felt like he was finally able to breathe again.

—

There isn’t much different about providing security for Bail Organa than there was running security in the senate.

Okay, that isn’t true. There is a lot that’s different, but the security aspect is the same at least, lots of thinking about exits, vantage points, coordinating with a team.

The team he works with is no longer his brothers which is- which is fine . He spends his whole day with Natborns but nothing bad happens, not exactly. 

They offer him caff, which Fox always refuses because he can never tell if they are joking or not, and in any case the shiny caff machine in the kitchenette is too nice for the likes of him. They try to ask him about his life, but the few times Fox’s answers are longer than monosyllabic leave them staring at him like he’s weird and defective, and it makes his skin crawl and his heart race. He knows well that it’s never a good thing to be deviant, so he makes himself as quiet and unobtrusive as possible, from then on only joining in on conversations about work.

When the others take breaks they chat to each other, or watch something on their holopads if they’re alone. Fox doesn’t. When he's told to take a break, he sits in a corner somewhere, reading the latest updates about security and weaponry, and all the dangers that could threaten Senator Organa, unable to risk looking idle. It’s alright for Natborns to relax, it’s never been okay for him. He only starts hesitantly munching on a single ration bar in his lunch period when the others make a fuss about it - he doesn’t need this much food, but it’s better not to get noticed.

They haven’t hurt him, yet, or done anything to show him his place in their hierarchy - unlike what’s happened to some of his Corries that have tried to get jobs on Coruscant - which he supposes he’s grateful for. One month in and he’s almost wondering if he can relax around them.

He can never truly relax though. And though he’s made sure he’s always punctual and his behaviour perfect, there’s always a voice in the back of his head telling him this won’t last, that he’ll do something wrong and everything will go back to how it’s always been.

It hasn’t. Yet. In fact, Fox has made quite a few small errors - or things he knows other Senators would have considered errors - and no one has picked him up on them. It’s strange, disorientating, it almost makes him feel more unsafe. The voice in the back of his head starts to hope that he’ll fuck something big up soon, just so this facade will end, just so he can see how things really are, they can get back to how they were supposed to be and he can stop waiting.

Honestly, he berates himself, there probably isn’t a bigger di’kut than Fox in the entire universe, wanting this calm to end, wanting to be punished for something, it just shows how wrong and broken something inside him is. He should be relishing this relative peace and instead a part of him wants things to go back to how they were before. It’s stupid. He’s stupid. 

He hates himself for it.

-

Despite his initial confusion around the short shifts, he quickly finds himself grateful for them, and dreads the time when more work will inevitably be piled on. 

Whenever he gets back home at the end of the day, he finds he can do little more than collapse on the creaky couch the Corrie Commanders took from their base to their new apartment, wrapping himself up in the soft blankets that cover it. Thorn had bought them all with his first paycheck, to replace the holed and blood-stained throw that they’d acquired and shared during the war, the one that now stays on Fox’s bed. Thire had gaped at it when he’d seen it there, instead of back in the trash where they’d found it, but he’d had to eat his words several nights later after a nightmare - it might look terrible compared to their new brightly-patterned ones, but there’s something comforting about the fact that it had been one of the first things they had been able to call theirs .

The exhaustion is beyond frustrating. Why, when he had once worked for 72 hours straight, can he not cope with eight hours with breaks ?

“You need to be patient with yourself,” Stone says.

Fox pulls the blankets over his head and ignores him.

-

He’s been there almost two months when he wakes up late. It’s fine, he’s fine. He throws on his uniform and probably breaks several traffic laws getting there (but his ident chip is still set to law-enforcement because the CSF hasn’t bothered to change it, and will cancel out any code in the cam-droids that might catch him). He gets to the start of his shift on time.

He hasn’t had his caff though.

This isn’t actually a problem. Whatever his brothers might say, his blood hasn’t actually been replaced by the stuff, and he doesn’t need it to function.

The fancy machine sits in the corner of the kitchenette, taunting him. He doesn’t need it.

His first break comes and goes and his headache grows and his exhaustion doesn’t fade. But Fox is stronger than this - he’s gone through everything Kamino and Coruscant could throw at him and come out the other side.

But, he thinks as the second part of his shift continues, why should he need to be stronger? Everyone has said he’s equal to the Natborns here, everyone has said he’s allowed to drink the caff. So, why not test it? At least then he’ll know, at least then he’ll be able to stop waiting.

So, during his lunch break, he switches on the caff machine. His hands don’t shake, his fingers don’t tap against the worktop, and his breath is steady - he has a lot to thank Kamino for to be honest, it really made him excellent at pretending he isn’t being swallowed up by his own fear.

When he shoves himself into his customary corner he finds that he cannot focus on the article he’s pulled up on his datapad. This is fine, he can just pretend to read it as he sips the delicious caff he can barely taste, as his eyes flicker up to his colleagues as they enter and leave the room.

By the time his break is over his heart is racing, and his limbs are thrumming with an adrenaline he can’t get rid of, but he’s finished his drink. No one’s even much more than glanced at him.

The end of his shift rolls round. In this time, no one’s held him down and poured the boiling water from the caff machine over him, like Senator Apval and his friends had done to Ely early on in the war when the shiny had been naive enough to believe that the offer of a drink was genuine. Fox can still remember his screams as he was treated in the medbay. But the point is, Fox hasn’t been punished for the infraction of pretending he’s as good as a Natborn yet, and a small part of him doesn’t believe he will be.

Then again, Palpatine had liked to let him think he’d gotten away with stuff too.

The next day, Fox has barely slept, but he comes in before the start of his shift with renewed vigour as he makes his way towards the caff machine. He refuses to wait around on tenterhooks anymore. If they are going to remind him of his place, well, he intends to make them get on with it. He pours himself a cup, sits down, drinks it.

No one says anything.

No one says anything the next day, or the next.

At the start of his next shift pattern, Groffith is standing next to the machine, and asks him how he’d like his caff. After a few seconds, Fox tells him.

Perhaps, for some weird reason, his colleagues and employer don’t consider good caff (the most delicious caff he’s ever tasted, to be honest) wasted on Clones.

Who would have thought it?

-

The day Fox has been waiting for comes.

He misses an assassin, whose blaster bolt sears by Senator Organa’s neck. It would have been through his head if Milla hadn’t started pushing him to the ground.

Organa was safe, no thanks to Fox.

Fox is the one to catch the assassin, to put them in binders and hand them over to the incompetence that is the Coruscant Security Force. It isn’t enough. It will never be enough.

He hadn’t checked the surroundings properly. He should have seen them, should have noticed.

If there had been a call that close with any other Senator-

If there had been a call that close with the Chancellor-

As his head starts to spin, he wonders how there could have been a part of him that wanted this to happen, have wanted him to fuck up this badly.

I’m sorry, Fox wanted to beg, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but the Chancellor had usually hated it when he’d done that.

He’s alone, with Senator Organa, who’s sitting behind his desk. Fox is standing straight backed on the opposite side, and hasn’t so much as twitched since they’d entered the office. Organa pulls out two glasses and a decanter from his bottom desk drawer and pours a small measure of alcohol into both.

“Sit down, Fox,” he orders, his tone exhausted as he wipes a hand across his forehead. To be honest, Fox isn’t quite sure how to move, it’s probably only his body’s long experience of obeying orders that allows him to.

He sits there, tense, waiting for Organa to speak because he knows he can’t.

“Please drink, you look like you need it even more than I do,” the Senator says, but all Fox can do is stare at it. He usually likes alcohol, the burn of it seeming to soak into his veins and calm him, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he has days like today where all he can remember is being forced to drink things that made him feel disorientated and sick, but he is being ordered, and so he has to.

Fox cannot move, cannot make himself reach out and take the glass. His arm muscles feel as if they might snap.

Organa drains his own glass and lets it clunk on the table.

“I’m sorry,” Fox manages to say. “I should have seen them waiting on the balcony. I-”

He cuts off. What he is meant to say, what he should be saying to the Natborn is what he’s been trained his whole life to say, that he accepts whatever consequences Organa sees fit, but he doesn’t seem to get the words out. They stick in his throat as he realises just how afraid he is, a fact that is utterly ridiculous, Fox had never let his fear take over him like this before. But suddenly, with no one hurting him for the past eight months, he has become weak and afraid. 

Force, he’s pathetic.

Organa sighs. “Well, I can’t say I enjoyed almost getting shot. But these things do happen, and any fault that doesn’t lie with the person who actually tried to murder me isn’t entirely yours - the other three guards on shift could have spotted them as well.”

Fox frowns - he shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be expressing any confusion towards the Natborn, but he can’t help himself - this isn’t how it goes. Whenever there are other Natborns around it is always the Clones, always Fox, who gets the blame.

“Thank you for catching them.”

Fox just nods.

Organa calls Cody to come and pick him up.

-

Fox continues to come to work and be treated with respect. He keeps drinking the caff from the fancy machine. No one says anything. One day he comes in late. No one seems to pick up on this.

-

He does end up pulling a double shift, in the end. There isn’t much for it otherwise considering that numerous bounty hunters are trying to kill them (or rather, Senator Organa, and by extension, everyone guarding him).

By some miracle, he and all of his colleagues make it out alive. The bounty hunters, Fox acknowledges with a smirk, had not all been so lucky. It hasn’t been a bad day, all in all. Adrenaline has been rushing through his veins, but in such a way that it makes him feel alive. Fox is happy, and satisfied, and when he falls into bed in the early hours he sleeps deeply.

He wakes the next morning after four hours sleep, groggy and disorientated, feeling shivery, achy and exhausted. When he struggles to pull himself out of bed, Stone calls Risk, who starts running tests. They take far too long for Fox’s liking.

“I can go to work,” he insists, wondering why they are even having this conversation. “I’ve felt worse, you know I have. I’m not that ill.”

“You’re not technically ill,” Risk frowns, looking at his test results. “Your body’s just reacting against what you did yesterday, it’s warning you not to run yourself into the ground like you did last year.”

Fox actually gapes at him. “Kriffing- Karking- Shabla nu dar’haat, Risk, let me out of this bed. I kriffing survived on a couple of hours sleep every night for two years and this is what my body does now. Ha. No. Kark that.”

Risk shrugs, but surprisingly allows Fox to push past him and stumble towards the kitchen. “It’s not bullshit if it’s true!”

When he gets there, Thire is taking a holocall. “- yeah so he won’t be in today, but I’m sure he’ll be able to let you know whether he’ll be able to make the rest of the week later today.”

Fox feels his blood turn to ice as Thire hangs up.

“That was Organa wasn’t it?”

“Yeah he-”

Fox dives for the comlink, but Thire dodges, slipping it into his pocket, so instead he finds himself throwing him backwards to crash against the oven, blood pounding in his ears. 

“Give me my kriffing comlink you kriffing shabuir!”

Fox is the better fighter, usually, but Thire has the advantage of not feeling like absolute shit. Fox is also pretty sure the room isn’t spinning slightly for him either.

He finds himself dragged backwards, away from Thire, even as he desperately tries to struggle free. Stone, who’s gripping his right arm and shoulder blade in such a way as to almost immobilise him, tells him to calm down.

“Calm down!” Fox spits, anger searing through his veins. “Do you know what he’s just done!? I can’t have a day off, I can’t. Organa won’t let me. I’ll cost him money, I won’t be worth the credits. Stone. Stone you know this. You know we can’t be ill. Stone, tell him, Stone!”

There is a part of Fox that is aware he sounds almost hysterical, that is berating himself for acting like this. He’d never have done this last year, he’d never have broken down like this. He would have thought rationally, and just taken himself over to Organa’s or something. But last year Thire would never have dreamed of acting like this either. What the kriff had gotten into him. They weren’t people who could just take ‘days off’ if they felt a bit ‘under the weather’.

“Organa said it was fine,” Thire argues, like he doesn’t know you shouldn’t ever trust Natborns, even the ones that paid you and let you drink their fancy coffee and didn’t have you beaten or your men decommissioned for almost failing to stop an assassination attempt. “And if he dares hurt you for it, I’ll tell Master Yoda, or get Mereel to override the security and let Jar Jar lose in his office. Or, I’ll go to the Senate and make sure he regrets it myself.”

Fox gapes at him, watching the blood trickle from Thire’s nose where his elbow had caught him.

“We can’t trust him,” his voice is almost pleading. “We can’t.”

“Then why did you agree to work for him, Fox?” Risk asks.

Fox grits his teeth and refuses to answer.

-

Organa greets him warmly when he returns to work, his body feeling better, but his mind swimming with a terror he barely has under control. Fox sighs internally. He used to have a much better handle on things, he used to walk into Palpatine’s office knowing he was going to be tort… knowing that his behaviour was going to be corrected, with barely a glimmer of anxiety, his head feeling as if it was somewhere else entirely. He used to be completely in control.

He grits his teeth, Organa has greeted him warmly and asked how he is. He hasn’t ordered him into his office to explain to Fox exactly why his behaviour is lacking, and he won’t. Risk is right. This is why he took the job. He trusts Organa.

He’s just not sure how to get his body to realise that.

Instead of punishing him, later that day the Senator informs him he needs to make an urgent trip back to Alderaan the next day, and asks if he would like to be one of the security guards accompanying him on the mission (Fox obviously says yes, but he would have said yes anyway, even if he hadn’t been afraid). Organa also informs him that - whether Fox is able to come or not - the ship he’s travelling on has more than enough space, so if any of his brothers would like free transport to visit Alderaan, they are more than welcome.

When Fox gets back home that day, Thire teases him for worrying for no reason as he hands him a cup of hot-choklad. Fox rolls his eyes, he knows his vod’ika doesn’t mean anything by it. Thire has his own issues. He spends most of his time with the cadets at the temple, and won’t ever go near the Senate building again, has told Fox he wishes he could burn it to the ground, hates that he can’t because he thinks too hard about the collateral damage, doesn’t understand how Fox can walk through its halls day after day.

Fox doesn’t know either. It probably has something to do with the fact he doesn’t know what else he’d do with his time, and the fact that it did offer him things such as a front row seat to Senator Apval’s arrest in the Rotunda following a joint investigation by Senators Amidala and Chuchi. He can’t help but smirk every time he remembers the expression on the man’s face as his arrest was broadcast live over the holonet.

-

The next month, life day is approaching, and Fox is told he has to take part in ‘team-building’. Fox would say he was rather good at this, when it involves having to get an injured squad member from one side of the training grounds to the other, when all the time the training droids are shooting at you. He isn’t so sure about an ‘escape room’.

Fox and five of his colleagues end up ‘locked’ in a room, and told they have 60 minutes to escape. He finds himself grimacing - this would be so much easier if he were just allowed to kick the door down. He glances at his team members. He knows so much about them - their families, their favourite holonet shows, what they like to eat - but only from listening to them talk to each other. Since the beginning Fox has kept himself separate. He knows stuff about them, but they don’t know him.

The others are very good at all the cultural references that Fox can’t get, which is a relief, because they wouldn’t be escaping otherwise and the ‘team-building’ exercise would be pointless.

What is surprising, is that when Fox is asked to help them with the logic puzzles, and he manages to do them far more quickly than any of them, they don’t seem angry. If Fox has learnt anything in the first 12 years of his life, it is that Natborns tended to hate it when a clone outsmarts them, but these guys don’t seem to. In fact, they are ecstatic when him solving one of the puzzles gets them into the final part of the room. 

He supposes it’s okay when your skills mean that real people can also be successful. But then, these guys have always surprised him. Despite the fact that they look at him weirdly when he talks sometimes, they have always tried to include him in their banter, and they’ve never hurt him.

When they escape, with 7 minutes 52 seconds to spare, they invite him out for a drink. Feeling unusually confident, Fox goes with them. He orders something non-alcoholic (unwilling to get drunk in a bar that isn’t 79s), but so do two of the others, so he guesses this is okay.

They play darts in one of the corners, and, at the start Fox makes sure he loses deliberately. That is until it becomes a competition between them and a group of strangers who drunkenly bet a round of drinks that they can do better than them. Fox wipes the floor with them, and Bess hoists him on their shoulders as they cheer and accept the drinks.

Fox is starting to think he might be having fun at a bar without his brothers, which is a bit of a novel experience.

“You know,” Groffith says, sipping his drink as he sits beside him at one of the high tables. “You’re alright. You should come out with us more often, kid.” Fox finds himself bristling at the last part but the man only laughs, clapping him on the shoulder. He deliberately doesn’t flinch at the contact. “I don’t mean anything by it. I’m 143 and your hair barely has any grey in it. I’ve seen you fight, I know you’re skilled.”

He sighs, staring into his glass. “You should come out with us more. We like you around. You just- You’re just not very easy to get to know, gotta whole lot of walls around you and when you let them down you tell us stuff like that kriffing Orn Free Taa used to-” He cuts himself off again with a shake of his head. “I guess we just don’t know what to say to stuff like that. We’ve seen a lot of shit but what they used to do to you Clones, that’s fucked up, man. So. You’re gonna stick around with us, right?”

There’s a lump in Fox’s throat. All he can do is nod.

It is then a new group of Natborns approach them, drunk, but not in the reckless and easygoing way the darts group had been earlier, these five have eyes full of hatred when they look at Fox, and their mouths are set into a snarl.

“We don’t like meat-droids here,” one of them says, shoving Fox off his stool. His push is weak and uncoordinated, and if he had had any real choice in this, Fox wouldn’t have let himself fall. But as it is, he just goes with it. Long experience has shown him that in situations like these, it's better if a Clone doesn’t defend themselves, if they just wait for it to be over and hope the Natborn’s thirst for violence is easily satisfied.

Groffith doesn’t seem to have got this memo, and when Fox looks up from the floor it’s to see him punching the guy square in the face.

-

Six months after Fox had first started his job as Bail Organa’s security guard, he finds himself seated across from him in his office. There’s a datapad in between them. If Fox didn’t know that Senator Organa appreciated eye contact, he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off him.

“Obviously, this appraisal is nothing to worry about,” Organa says, because clearly Fox isn’t doing a good job at hiding how tense he is. “As your employer I’m mandated by bureaucracy to do one every six months. This also serves as the end of your probation period, which clearly you’ve passed with flying colours.”

“What?” The question is out before he realises it and Fox can do nothing but wince as he looks down at the datapad. There’s a table on it, with tick boxes. All the ticks have been put in the ‘excellent’ category.

“This can’t be right,” Fox says, as he grips his legs tightly to stop his hands from shaking. He’s spent weeks and weeks thinking about this, about how Organa hasn’t brought up any ways he’s disappointed with him before, but this meeting was sure to be the perfect time.

“It is,” Organa replies, voice calm. “Fox, I contacted you to offer you this job because I saw how you worked in the Senate, your competence never ceased to impress me. Throughout these past months I have continued to be impressed by your abilities and your work ethic.” Fox was somewhat aware that he had moved his gaze back up to Bail Organa’s and he was now openly gaping at him. “Though, I will admit, perhaps I should add a box for confidence, and then say that ‘requires improvement’.”

He smiled at Fox. Despite himself, Fox found himself smiling back.

Next, Organa updated Fox’s holo-badge to show, in small-print aurebesh, that he was now a permanent member of his Guard. Fox couldn’t help but stare at it, wondering how all this had happened.

When he left the office, his badge wasn’t on his belt, but clutched in his palm. Physical, tangible proof that Fox could be good at something.

It was back in his palm when he went to bed that evening. He stared at it as the words glowed with a faint light. Fox. Security Guard for Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan.

He thought back to the review, back to all the boxes. ‘Excellent’, ‘Excellent’, ‘Excellent’, ‘Excellent’... He’d never even believed it possible, thought it only a matter of time before he turned out to be as useless at this job as he had been as leader of the Coruscant Guard.

Though, thinking about it, maybe he hadn’t been useless as leader of the Guard. Thorn had told him to look at all the kriffing shinies he’d saved from de-com. Cody had thrown back his head and laughed, asked him to explain how Fox could have done any better when he’d had to deal with a karking sith lord fucking with his head every day. Perhaps, Fox thinks, he should start making a bigger effort to believe them.

He sits, turning the badge over and over, smiling slightly as he wonders about the future, and thinks that it might not be that bad after all.

“Get more of those plush animals like your little bee,” Thire says to him from the opposite bunk. “You can’t sleep with a bloodstained blanket and your work-badge.”

Fox lobs a pillow at him.

[trudemaethien]

OK I had to do it again because I got a ship I really want to see you give a try if possible:

The Ship: Wolffe/Mereel Words: content, education, combination & absent

this is not really shippy buuuut …lol you’ll see why. srynotsry (i should maybe update my post to say i dont write wolffe ships, like at all hides chaula in my pocket)

“Oh no,” Fox said under his breath, and then louder, “Go home, Mereel, you’re drunk.”

“Am not,” the clone disputed, and to Wolffe’s judgement he didn’t seem that intoxicated, just a bit manic.

Fox sighed and murmured to Wolffe, “This Null just finally figured out it’s okay to like boys. Clone boys, particularly. I’ve been keeping it out of Skirata’s ears, but kark, he makes me so tired.”

“He behaving himself?” Wolffe murmured back.

“Mostly,” Fox shrugged wearily.

“Who’s your friend, Fox?” Mereel said with a leer at Wolffe. Fox opened his mouth to fend off the undesirable advances for Wolffe as he’d done so many times before for his reticent brother, when Wolffe held up a hand to halt him.

“I’m Commander Wolffe,” he introduced himself with his customary dignified reserve, and held out his hand. Fox leaned back and kept his mouth shut.

Mereel took Wolffe’s hand and held onto it instead of just clasping it. “Bet I could make you howl, my good man,” he said provocatively, trying to tug Wolffe towards him. He succeeded in maneuvering the two of them closer, but only because he moved himself.

“I’ve never heard that one before,” Wolffe said with heavy sarcasm, subtly leaning back by straightening his already proper posture to something so rigidly immaculate, he could be the illustrated standard in the regulations.

Mereel smirked anyway. “Well, how about it?” he asked with what he probably thought was a winning smile.

Wolffe cocked his head. “I’m going to assume you weren’t decanted a mannerless cur, and your abysmal knowledge of etiquette is a combination of an absent father, a lack of education, a minimum of discipline, and a complete misunderstanding of the concept of subtlety; and that is a generous assumption on my part. If I were so inclined, I could write you up for several things, soliciting not the least.”

The meaning of the rebuff was penetrating Mereel’s skull in real time, and wide-eyed, he tried to step back, but Wolffe still had him by the hand and now he was the one prolonging the contact.

“I won’t, because I prefer to conduct my own correction in a more direct manner. I gave no indication I would be interested in your intentions, and in fact, if you’d been paying attention, you would have seen indications that I was not. It’s not due to your pick-up approach or technique that I am calling you to task, though those could bear significant improvement, but the fact that I was uninterested and you failed to notice.“

Mereel had dropped his eyes guiltily and stopped actively trying to escape Wolffe’s grasp.

“Furthermore, just because you’ve figured out what gets you going does not make you a Force-blessed gift to mankind, and not everyone is going to fall at your feet just because you smile charmingly.” Wolffe paused a beat, “What will make you a Force-blessed gift to someone or other is not so superficial, and it will take time and self-reflection and honest effort, to determine. No amount of shallow hookups are going to fill the metaphorical hole inside you.”

“Wow.” the pushy Null was still looking at him with wonderment and desire in his eyes. “I am…absurdly turned on by being chewed out.”

Wolffe’s lips thinned.

“—Sir, sorry, sir,” Mereel added with a bit of genuine respect.

“I’m still not interested,” Wolffe said shortly. “In general, in anything sexual or romantic. Glad I could assist you in your kink discovery though, trooper.” His tone was very dry. “Please remove yourself from my presence, now.”

Mereel nodded and beat a hasty exit, and Wolffe called after him, “Try pulling someone who will take you properly in hand!”

“Aww,” Fox cooed, “you’re such a soft touch, Wolffe. I hope you know how much inadvertent innuendo you dropped on that poor kid.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Smack Down 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51601057

i also owe you a last line or two… *checks notes* —three!! ahahaha it has been waaay too long

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welp. the wips are going nowhere, so i think ill just post this and put those IOUs back on the list 😅

[cabezadeperro]

50 for Mereel/Fox? Love the way you characterize Mereel in that pairing.

hi anon! the prompt was putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up. established relationship, 650w, T. set during the war and featuring cody :)

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Fox stops in front of the open door and scowls. 

The door was locked, but that means very little. His office isn’t empty. Mereel, wearing his shell and leaning against the desk; Cody, sitting on his chair, the jacket of his dress greys hanging from the back and his hat in Mereel’s hands.

They turn to look at him at the same time, and Cody’s eyes flash. He smiles, tiny and smug, and folds his arms. He has his boots on the edge of the table, and he looks comfortable and knowing and Fox’s very glad he’s well and alive but right now he’d give quite a lot for him to be well and alive and on the other side of the galaxy.

Mereel looks like he always does: he winks at Fox, long fingers playing with the hat, and Fox didn’t know he was back on Triple Zero, and he thought he didn’t like Cody too much—something about Jedi and bootlickers and Sergeant Skirata; Fox stopped paying attention halfway through—but his presence isn’t as much of a shock as it should be. 

He slips from the edge of the table, kama swishing around his hips, and Fox steps further into his tiny office and locks the door behind him again: whatever happens here, he doesn’t want any of his men to see it. The last thing Mereel needs is a kriffing public.

Cody’s grin grows, and he sits up on Fox’s chair, dropping his feet to the duracrete noiselessly.

“We’re meeting tonight,” Fox tells him. Cody, Fox, Cody’s captain, Ponds. Some other people whose names Fox can’t remember. What are you doing here?

Cody shrugs: wouldn’t you like to know. “We are,” he agrees easily. He stands up and starts rounding the desk; Mereel throws his hat at him, and Cody grabs it from the air without looking, eyes still on Fox. he stops in front of him and knocks Fox’s pauldron with his knuckles; Fox rolls his eyes and takes off his bucket.

Cody’s smile softens a bit, and when he reaches out for Fox, Fox goes. He rests his forehead against Cody’s for a beat, breathing in Cody’s familiar smell, soaking in his warmth.

“Well, that’s adorable,” Mereel comments. Cody blinks his eyes open and steps away. He glances at Mereel, eyes suddenly flat, and Mereel smirks. Blood in the water, and Mereel about to say something he shouldn’t and won’t regret.

Fox places his hand on his mouth; Mereel stiffens, scowling, and Fox pushes him away, one hand on his face and the other on his plackart. He turns to look at Cody, tilting his head at him, and Cody exhales. He places his hat back on his head and leaves without looking back.

Mereel huffs. Fox cuts his eyes at him and folds his arms.

“Rude,” he says, and Fox—Fox just laughs at him, hoarse and painful. 

He crowds Mereel against the door; Mereel scowls down at him, pouting like he does every time something doesn’t go his way, and when Fox licks into his mouth, he sinks his teeth into Fox’s lower lip and pulls, just once and too hard.

Fox leans away.

“Play nice or fuck off,” he reminds Mereel, and Mereel—for a beat, Fox’s sure he’s going to leave, that Fox’s finally pushed him too hard, but then Mereel sighs and lowers his eyes and it’s mostly theatre but he also stays where he is, between Fox and the door, his fingers hooked around Fox’s belt. 

Fox sighs, suddenly very tired. He leans forward, and when Mereel doesn’t move away he hides his face in the crook of Mereel’s neck, right under his jaw, breathing in clean sweat and aftershave and the chemical smell of Mereel’s blacks.

One bare hand wraps itself around the back of Fox’s neck, gripping tightly, before scratching at his hair.

“I always play nice,” Mereel lies grumpily. Fox snorts.

[fractiouskat]

Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Relationships: CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura Characters: Aayla Secura, CC-5052 | Bly, a smattering of small-time OCs, CC-1010 | Fox, All the damn CCs, Jocasta Nu, Kal Skirata, Null ARC Troopers (Star Wars), Jedi Council (Star Wars), Quinlan Vos

In the closing days of the Clone Wars, Aayla and Bly's badly kept secret comes to light. The scramble to save Bly risks tearing Aayla apart at the seams.

AKA Felucia? Never heard of her. 50k words of clone culture, love, heartbreak- oh, and the Nulls and their dad show up.

A LITERAL YEAR LATER...

I am so sorry I made y’all wait this long.  When I say my world turned upside down… I’m not kidding. New job, new state, new relationship, new life- I’ve lost so much, but gained so much more. In addition, SO MUCH NEW MEDIA has come out since I started this fic back in early 2020- both seasons of The Mandalorian, Boba Fett, The Bad Batch, Kenobi- hell, even season 7 of The Clone Wars!! It was wicked to see concepts I’d been adding in from legends pop up in canon, but this meant that my original ending was shifting as well, and the path there became trickier and trickier. I am also not at all the same person who started this fic, and keeping the concept alive has been immensely rough.  This was originally outlined to be the last chapter- there’ll be one more to go, and it’s about half finished right now. Hoping now that my life has settled down to be able to finish it up.

I can’t thank my biggest supporters enough- @detroitbydark for being there for me every single day of this nightmare year and a half (and for coaxing me to post it last year at all- guess I overestimated that getting-it-done timeline a touch, huh? LOL), @anstarwar for being such a staunch supporter both personally and fandom-wise, @crimson-dxwn for Kal-proofing my drafts, @countessofbiscuit for giving their blessing to use some of their Fox headcanons, and superfan @jxm-1up for never giving up and pushing me so kindly to finish. I promised- and here it is.

[ciramaris]

Masterlist

Warnings are on each Story- in the Top. Most of them are SFW. Exceptions are listed below.

Story Guide:

🔞 Adult content

♨️ Ambigious

🤬 Verbal Insults

🥺 Mention of past Trauma

🥰 Fluff

⚔ Canon typical violence

🩹 Mention of Injury

🤕 Reader gets hurt

👻 Nightmare

💋 making out

🍷 Alcohol

😵 Reader has a Fainting Condition

501st Legion

Captain Rex 🥰

Arc Trooper Fives♨️🥰

The 212ft

Marshal Commander Cody 🥰🩹⚔😵

Wolffepack

Wolffepack 🥰

Coruscant Guard

Marshall Commander Fox🥰 ⚔🩹🤕👻

Commander Thorn🥰⚔🩹🤕

Sergeant Hound♨️🥰⚔🩹🤕💋

Coruscant Guard 🥰🍷

Skirata Clan

Mereel Skirata 🔞⚔🩹

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch ⚔🩹

[stealthetrees]

Ok how bout Jaster gets thrown forward in time and ends up on Coruscant, where he finds out through the clones that Jango turned out to be a dick and adopts the whole Guard since they can’t escape him. People start hearing that the king of madalore has returned from the dead, so they go check that out and pre viszla challenges him to a duel, when Jaster wins and claims the dark saber. This convinces about half the Mandos, the rest are won over by explaining that millions of clones are up for adoption. Even Satine agrees to work with him, and they work out an agreement and neither compromises their principles.

This results in madalorians Technically joining the war cause they want to be there to help and support their kids so now there’s protective armored warriors flying around with jetpacks destroying battle droids.

This kinda ruins Sidious plan tho cause now mandos are friends with Jedi and he can’t mind control all of them at once, so he tries to get rid of them. Jaster, who actually knows politics, gives all the clones citizenship and challenges Palpatine to a duel per Mandalorian law to settle the matter. Commander Fox, an agent of chaos and beginning to warm up to the idea of a dad, calls him a chicken so he agrees.

Claiming the office of chancellor on live tv while standing over palpatines beheaded corpse, Jaster is not opposed as he takes his new job.

Mandalorians love adopting kids right? And you know who’s very much parentless? Clones. But they’re fighting a war, they move around a lot. But the Coruscant Guard doesn’t. They can’t escape. They’d get collectively adopted by every madalorian on the planet. Corries warn their brothers to be careful when on shore leave, but it’s not enough to stop them from forcibly experiencing unconditional parental love and affection. But the clones consider each other family, they’re all brothers. Adopt one, you adopt them all. But one parent can only care for so many kids. So for the first time in centuries all Madalorians unite under one banner for the sake of their millions s of collective children.