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Clone Fandom Events 2026 Calendar

@clonefandomevents in-Discord Calendar event. This calendar is for Corries in Swimsuits ;) Cover by @olives-and-lilies

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Haunted Christophsis

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Corrie Guard Bingo:

My fill for the prompt: Small Displays of Affection

on AO3 here

Fox has been feeling down lately so Thire decides to learn a new skill to cheer him up. drabble, 100 words, Commander Thire, Commander Fox, fluff

This is for The Coruscant Guard Bingo run by @clonefandomevents

Thorn beamed at the little red flimsy fox he had managed to create. His desk looked like the battleground of a flimsy army with torn and crumpled pieces all over the top and floor around him. The final result had been worth every failure though, as the shiny red paper made the creature sparkle under the artificial lights above him.

He waited until Fox was gone to sneak into his office and place the little paper creature right on top of the tallest stack of data pads. 

The soft smile on Fox’s face when he saw it was worth everything.

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enjoy clear skies (yes, even then)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Relationship: Alpha-17/CC-1010 | Fox Characters: Alpha-17, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Wing Fic, wing fic, Trainer Fox, Planet: Kamino, Post POW!Alpha-17, Pining, Unresolved Pining Language: English Words: 850

Summary: Kamino is 94% storm weather, 1% typhoon, and 5% calm seas. That five percent are Fox's favorite training days.

For the @cloneshiprarepair Clone Ship Rare Pair: January: Alpha-17/Fox

Bingos: @badthingshappenbingo Bad Things Happen: Damaged Wing(s) @clonefandomevents Corrie Bingo: Free Space (Wingfic) @clonefandomevents Fox Bingo: Brotherhood, Free Space (Unrequited Pining) @clonefandomevents Commando Bingo: Planet: Kamino @clonefandomevents Kamino Bingo: Free Space (Wingfic) @clonefandomevents Specialist Bingo: Trainer Fox @starwarsrarepairbingo Star Wars Rare Pair: Wings (Card 1)

Also Gun/Cat/Razor/Law Bingo, which is wholly @grackle-draws's fault: Shrodinger's Law “You can’t know that things will go wrong until they do.”

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found you beneath your own grave

found you beneath your own grave https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115658

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Relationship: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Quinlan Vos Additional Tags: Blackouts, Amnesia, missing time, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no order 66, Find the Chip fic, Coruscant Undercity, Undercity Dwellers, The Worst Thing Is Missing Your Date, Jedi Nonsense Language: English Words: 2,899

Summary: Fox wakes up and doesn't know where he is. That's okay. The Guard has protocol for this. The Guard doesn't have protocol for suffocating. But Fox has a shadow looking for him.

For @foxquinweek FoxQuin Week: "I will always find you."

Hitting the following bingo cards: @clonefandomevents Fox Bingo: Chem Use, Amnesia, Free Space (Coruscant’s Depths) @clonefandomevents Corrie Bingo: Free Space (Coruscant’s Depths), No O66

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Haunted Clone Week

Written for the Day 1 prompt: Dark between the Stars

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AO3 version here

Ponds is left abandoned in space after he is shot but that doesn't mean he's dead.

Ponds wasn’t dead. He should have been seeing as he had been shot in his head and then spaced. But somehow he wasn’t dead. The pain had been intense but then the cold had numbed it until it faded away. The burning of lungs without oxygen had done the same. He knew, logically, that without a pressurized suit he should have imploded or something but instead he just… drifted. Between specs of light he knew were lightyears away. He only felt cold and numb and… empty. 

He had so much he had wanted to do still. He had a letter in his bunk that was unaddressed that still needed to be left on a certain other Commander’s desk. He had a little blue and white stuffed tooka doll that had carefully sewn jaig eyes on its forehead he had wanted to give to Rex. He had a tin of specialty caff he had forgotten to tell his General about that was supposedly both tasty and good for helping headaches. So much was left behind and all he could do was think about how now he’ll never get the chance. 

It could have been minutes or days or years as Ponds drifted through space with his path fueled only by the momentum caused by being forcefully ejected from the ship and the gravitational pull of the nearest stars. He wondered if this was what death was. Was it your consciousness existing in your body even when all life in it was gone? Would he be trapped like this for the millions of years it took for his body to eventually get dragged into a star until he burnt away? Would he keep existing even then? Were stars filled with the souls of all they had devoured all watching without any way to cry out or be seen? 

Another lifetime or just a few more minutes passed. The darkness around him seemed to cradle him like he was in some sort of dark water. It reminded him of being in a bacta tank and then it dug deeper and brought back memories he didn’t know he had of being in a tube floating in a warm thick fluid. It made him think of the first time he swam in one of the many irrigation channels on Kamino that caught rain water and funneled it into basins where the water could be purified into something drinkable for humanoid species. He had always loved the water. Cody had suggested they call him fish or frog but it had been Fox that came up with the name he kept. Ponds. It had been a joke. Something about how he was always calm when the rest of them weren’t and his love of water and something about mud had been brought up but he had liked it. He wanted to be a place his brothers felt at peace and safe. He liked the idea of being a little messy but full of life and surprises. Not as mucky as a swamp, not as grand as a lake. Just a little pond. 

He missed his family. He missed Wolffe’s gruff love and Cody’s warm hugs and Fox’s sharp wit. He missed Bly running his fingers through his hair when he would rest his head on his brother’s thigh while Bly was working on a training module. How long has it been? Did they remember him? Did they cry over him dying? Bly definitely would have cried. Wolffe likely would have needed to punch something until all the feelings went away. Bly didn’t know how Cody would have reacted to the news. At this point so many of them had died, was Cody already numb to losing their brothers? Fox probably was. He had already told them how hard it was on triple zero and how fast they went through troops because the senators wanted them decommissioned any time they messed up. They all supported him the best they could but it was hard being so far away. 

The darkness was growing. Ponds had been staring at the same little speck of light now for ages and it was getting dimmer. There was nothing else to do by this point. He had given up on trying to figure out why he was aware and he had gotten bored of hypotheticals on how his brothers were reacting to things. He had been trying to figure out where he was based on what he could see and what he had known about where they had been headed. He was pretty sure the light he was looking at was near Coruscant or in that same direction… maybe. It was hard to tell. He really was just in empty space. No planets close enough to make out. No stars close enough to be more than a distant dot. He started doing calculations on how long it would take for light from Coruscant to reach where he thought he might be on a galactic map and then subtracting that from the timeline he knew from galactic history to try to figure out when the light he was seeing might have been from. 

Cody had always said he was a nerd. He liked math and equations and filling out data forms. He liked puzzles that could be solved and hard facts that added up nicely. He was proud of his scores in astrophysics. If his numbers were right then he was looking at Coruscant back before the cities were even first built. It would still have oceans at this point. If he could zoom in his eyes to see it in detail instead of just a white flickering dot, he might even be able to see land there. He remembered learning that the Taung had lived there first… those who would create the Mandalorians… would they still have been the primary species? It might have been from even before them. 

A ship suddenly stopped near Ponds from hyperspace and he felt a tractor beam start tugging his body toward a cargo hatch. His mind had stopped processing things ages ago so he couldn’t remember if he knew this ship or not. It felt familiar.

“I have retrieved the body. The boy didn’t lie about the coordinates. It’s covered in… some sort of inky stuff but I’ll clean it before we arrive back at the temple so it can receive a proper funeral.” A familiar voice said as Ponds’ body was dumped on the floor of the hold. Ponds felt the pain returning and groaned, his body starting to spasm causing the being that dragged him from space to jump back in fear. 

Ponds slowly came back to his mind. He was wrapped in cold but it was comfortable. He slowly moved his fingers and relaxed as they moved as he willed them despite now being the same empty black color as the space he had been left in. 

“You’re supposed to be dead! How are you alive?!” A voice filled with terror said and he looked at them with eyes filled with starlight as their blaster shook from where it was pointed at him. 

“I am dead.” He muttered and ignored it as the being shot him twice when he finally stepped forward. He took the blaster and snapped it in half with his hands like it was nothing but a twig. 

He didn’t know what he was now but it wasn’t living and that meant he couldn’t die. Which was good because he had things to do. 

“I already got shot, I’d like to not be shot anymore. Can you take me to my General Mace Windu?” He asked and grinned when the spacer nodded and ran for the cockpit.

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Haunted Dathomir

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Teamwork Makes The Dream Work

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Relationship: Alpha-Ø2 | Spar/Feemor Characters: Alpha-Ø2 | Spar, Feemor (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Planet Coruscant (Star Wars), Jedi Temple Guards (Star Wars), Undercover Jedi, Mando'jetii, Mandalorian Jedi, Mandalorian Feemor, Cuy'val Dar Feemor, Pre-Attack of the Clones, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Identity Porn Language: English Words: 1,177

Summary: Jetii in armor, jetii as warriors; what would have happened if these had met him on the snow at Galidraan?

Featuring: Copious amount of hovertext thanks to @iwishtocountthestars ' tutorial

Hitting the following Bingo squares: @clonefandomevents 's Kamino Bingo: Freespace, the Cuy'val Dar, Alpha/Omega AU, Reincarnation AU (technically Jango), Established Relationship @clonefandomevents 's Commando Bingo: Freespace, Alpha/Omega AU, Karking Natborns @starwarsrarepairbingo: Facing Fears (Rarepair card 1) and Canon Divergence (Rarepair card 2) Mando'jetii: Established Relationship