#foxthorn

[corrie-guard-things]

A tender moment in the war,, bittersweet memories to look back on...

(I like to be mean, but also I really like this Pic, I think it's sweet :3)

Thorn is still @goran-alrune my partner in crime <3

[rooksunday]

Hello hello hello!!! For the Merry Days of Clonemas, could I interest you in a "Last Minute Present" with Fox and a characters(s) of your choosing???

❤️🤍

as i am THEE most predictable, i put the lad with thorn - please enjoy!

on the eighth day of clonemas, kamino gave to me: fox and thorn, a last minute gift, and thou.

the art of the gift | ao3

Fox had scouted the situation on the security cameras before taking the staff elevator to his chosen floor, and there had been no one—sentient, droid, or otherwise—visible, but when the elevator doors opened, he nonetheless peered out to double-check before cautiously entering the corridor. Things changed quickly at the Senate Rotunda.

Fox breathed out to find the situation unchanged. He set his shoulders. He was on patrol. There was absolutely nothing to see here! He hitched his sack of goodies over his shoulder and thought about whistling. No one whistled while doing suspicious things—

"If you whistle, I will stun you in the shebs," his co-conspirator said over their internal comms, dry as Tatooine.

Fox shot a look at Thorn, who had followed him out of the elevator. "How could you tell?"

"I can always tell."

Sensing dignity in silence, Fox didn't pursue the line of inquiry any further. Instead, he led the way along the corridor, conscious of every clatter of his armour pieces. Had they always been so loud? Had he put his pauldrons on incorrectly?

Beside Fox, Thorn didn't seem affected by the noise, or at least not enough to bother their concentration as they fussed with their comm. A small map projected from the unit, and Thorn flicked through the image as they walked, zooming in on various aspects. After a few paces, they slapped Fox gently on the arm, then pointed at a door.

"This one. It's empty."

"They're all empty along here."

"Yes, so we should absolutely chat in the corridor for a little longer— There we go," Thorn finished, as Fox gave in and opened the door. Thorn blew out a breath. "What a dump."

It was, rather. The various, formerly meeting, rooms along that particular corridor had been abandoned due to construction work, and such was the web of the Senate and its myriad contractors that the work had been left half-done after a change in management. Dustsheets covered what remained of the furniture, like shrouds for office fashion half a decade out of date.

"Remind me to come back and requisition those chairs," Fox said. He tilted his head. "And that rug."

Thorn duly made a note on their comm, then pointed at the far corner of the room.

"Just there."

"You're sure?"

"Which of us got full marks in orienteering and which of us fell in the—"

"Yes, yes, you're sure," Fox interrupted. Their comms were linked to the array in headquarters and Stone did not need the ammunition of that particular story.

Thorn, knowing victory when they had it, simply hummed. The kriffer.

Setting his sack down at the location Thorn had indicated, Fox knelt and started to withdraw the various goods needed to cut a hole in the floor. He'd consulted with Thire's contacts—discreetly—and learnt the swiftest, stealthiest ways to get into places one wasn't invited. And, more importantly, how to leave again, still stealthy, still swift.

Fox and Thorn were meant to be in the Senate Rotunda, and had the orders to prove it, but they were expected to be there in a more sort of… unobtrusive manner… than Fox's current intent would have it.

As Fox got to work, Thorn came over and crouched beside him. Thorn's hands were clasped loosely between their bent knees as they balanced easily on their toes. They both wore full armour, but Fox found it easy to picture Thorn's pensive expression, the long sweep of their pale eyelashes, and the way they chewed the inside of their lower lip as they thought. Thorn thought so much that there were scars there, some of which Fox had mapped with his tongue.

A jolt from the drill brought Fox's thoughts back to his task. He redoubled his concentration, huffing slightly at himself. Widget, back in CGHQ, was observing the seismic sensors, but he wouldn't be able to cover for Fox being a pillock with the drill.

"Are you? Sure?" Thorn suddenly asked.

For a moment, Fox thought Thorn had read his mind about the tongue thing—which, by now, yes, of course; Fox had never been surer of anything than he was of Thorn—but then he realised Thorn meant Operation Last Minute Present.

Fox snorted. "Bit late to ask now, isn't it? It's the last day of Fete Week tomorrow. That's the gift exchange day."

"It'll come around next cycle."

The only noise in the room was the quiet drilling and their breathing. Neither of them needed to say that they might not see next cycle. In the time between the last Fete Week and the current one, they'd lost more of the Coruscant Guard than Fox wanted to think about, for all he couldn't stop thinking about the losses. Some days they were all he thought about.

He shook his head. "There won't be another chance like this. The Rotunda is nearly empty. We have only our eyes on the security. If we miss this"—Fox paused as he withdrew the drill then carefully, so carefully, removed the small portion of ceiling to peer down at the red-painted room below—"then we might as well sign our own decomms."

"Don't say that," Thorn shot back, voice sharp.

Fox shrugged. He set his tools and debris aside, then removed the last item in the bag. About the size of a droid popper, it fit perfectly into the hole he'd created in the ceiling. He made sure to position it correctly, then checked the activation link with his comm, before rocking to his feet.

He and Thorn stared down at the innocuous-looking item. It shone malevolently, if only in Fox's minds eye. He knew the ugliness it contained. He knew the ugliness it would end.

"You're sure," Thorn said. It wasn't a question.

"I have to be," Fox replied. It wasn't an answer.

They left the tools behind. However the following day went, they wouldn't need the equipment again.

YOU WON'T BEE-LIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TO CHANCELLOR PALPATINE The Chancellor's assassination has been attributed to Umbara, as the weapon has been revealed to be a hoard of "millicreeps", the Scutiger-100 assassin droids favoured by the Umbaran militia, recently used to devastating effect against our own Republican forces. So far responsibility has been vehemently denied—

Thorn reached through the holo headlines, disrupting the text, to place a mug on Fox's desk. The scent of caf curled from the mug. When Fox looked up at them, Thorn was already looking down.

"Happy Fete Week. I brought you a present," Thorn said, smiling wide enough to show the silvery scars on their lips.

Fox grinned. He clicked off his comm.

"Just what I wanted," he said.

[whiskygoldwings]

23 for FoxThorn please? 👀

23 - "How bad is it?"

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Thorn stared blankly at the cold, unmoving fingers tangled in their own. All the warmth had gone - the joy and exhaustion and pain that had always held Fox so spitefully upright despite everything.

"How bad is it?" Stone's worried voice snapped out from the comm nearby.

Thorn swallowed, bringing the stiffening hand to press against their lips.

The silence was answer enough.

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HEY FRIEND. STRAIGHT IN WITH THE ANGST HUH?

Honestly that was super dang fun! A story in five sentences - thank you very much for linking the prompt list and sending me an ask!

If you'd like a five sentence fic based on a Star Wars:Clone Wars ship/character of your choosing, you can find the prompt list here!

[lonelyredfox]

Thorn and Fox - Pride

It’s the same setting that I drew Thire in. Basically, the Guard is getting evacuated to the Jedi Temple after Palpatine is killed/the war ended, because the Guard barracks were in a disastrous state. As such they are on the top level of Coruscant. Thorn and Fox are staying behind a little so they can make sure all the other vod’e are safe. They take a moment to just look at all the survivors. They are exhausted and mourning but they’re also infinitely proud of all those brave soldiers who made it. Thorn is leaning against Fox just to feel that he’s alive. Fox soaks up all the warmth Thorn has to give.

Other details under the cut (I haven't quite figured out how Tumblr posts work yet so I apologize if this is a weird format)

The "naked" and the "plain" version because I spent way too much time on them:

And Fox's tattoo design because I went on a side quest halfway through drawing the actual picture:

Description : It's a mythosaur-skull above the symbol of the Coruscant Guard. The Guard Crest is a little less pristine than it usually should be. Smoke is connecting the two symbols with the implication of a skull between them (No idea if it's actually visible).

The lore to the picture:

I have too much lore on the drawing and no one to vent it to so I’m going to post it here. I think Fox would describe Thorn as his sun. The

[mxopifex]

Did one of those year in review art v artists collages. Not breaking it up by month, or even riding them chronologically since mental health rollercoastering meant some of these were done within days of each other and some months I didn’t draw a damn thing, but I think my art got better this year in spite of that.

[sergeantgoggles]

I don't suppose you'd be up for doing a Fox/Thorn from the heart list 💜 surprise kiss/impulsive kiss pls??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

This ended up being more of an "accidental kiss" but it's still definitely a surprise, lmao!

I don't usually play with the Corrie boys, so my sincerest apologies if I get them all wrong. I actually had to ask my Discord server what their personalities were because it's just not a group I find myself writing or reading anything about.

BUT! I wanted to give it a shot, and I hope my take on their relationship does them justice in your eyes!

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“For the last time—”

“I know, I know,” Thorn threw his hands up in surrender, but the grin that curled on his lips couldn’t be wiped away. He leaned into Fox’s space, noses nearly brushing as he spoke, “I’ll make sure things are taken care of and that Senator Amidala gets the message from the Chancellor.”

Fox scoffed and ignored the rising flush on his cheeks as he turned back to the window looking out over the bustling city. This was ridiculous. He and his men should have been out there in the fight, getting dirty, knocking out clankers as they marched on. Instead, they were stuck on this sleepless planet as personal bodyguards and errand boys to Chancellor Palpatine. Honestly, he was more tired now than even after he’d had the floor wiped from under him in the hardest training simulation on Kamino, and this cheeky Commander wasn’t helping anything.

…Okay, he was. He trusted Thorn. There were few like him. He had the charisma of a man that had seen the galaxy despite hardly leaving Coruscant and the strength of a hundred shinies in just one fist alone. …Maybe Fox was exaggerating. Still, the point remained that he didn’t hate Thorn.

He just wished he would stop looking at him like that.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, feeling Thorn’s gaze raking over him.

Suddenly there was breath on the back of his neck, and Fox barely fought the shiver that raced up his spine. “Thorn—”

“You didn’t dismiss me, Commander.” Thorn’s voice was lower, deeper than it had been just a moment ago, wasn’t it?

It didn’t matter because Fox caught his gaze in the glass’s reflection, and he absolutely could not hide the way he’d bit his lip to keep himself from making a fool of himself. All he needed to do was give him permission to leave, right? Then he would be out of his hair for the time being and he could make himself another cup of caffe, or, if he was lucky, he could sneak in a five minute nap. That should suffice, shouldn’t it?

Fox stood a little straighter, then, “you’re dismissed.”

Thorn didn’t move.

“Did you hear me?” Fox questioned, glancing over his shoulder. He couldn’t actually see Thorn, but he could still feel him at his back, and the hairs on his neck stood as Thorn chuckled.

“Sorry, what was that?”

Fox grit his teeth. This man was unbelievable. Just who exactly did he think he was?

As Fox turned to face him and lean into his space as Thorn had done to him earlier, two things were made immediately obvious. For one, Thorn had been closer than he’d anticipated, and second, their lips were slotted together. It was a little awkward since Fox had had his mouth open to yell at him, but Thorn easily rolled with it, slid his tongue along his, had him whimpering before he could stop himself.

But that was where Fox stopped himself.

He jolted backward, putting himself against the window. In hindsight, it was only more of an invitation for Thorn to crowd him, and he did, stealing another kiss from him before he was able to come to his senses entirely.

“Thorn, s-stop,” Fox breathed, or maybe he didn’t. He was dizzy with heat, confusion written all over his face. Didn’t he just want this man gone? And now…

Thorn nodded, however, giving Fox the space he’d asked for without question. If Fox had his wits about him, he’d have seen the equally confused expression on Thorn’s face, and the flash of worry that lingered in his honey eyes.

“Fox—”

“You’re dismissed,” Fox repeated what he hadn’t been able to the first time and watched as Thorn hastily gathered himself, tossed his bucket back over his head, and left him alone.

Fox touched his lips, already missing the feeling of Thorn there.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After Thorn discovers the special contents of a parcel they’re supposed to relay to the 212th Battalion, Fox decides to engage in some equipment testing. A little while later, Cody finds that a gift he didn’t order has been added to his delivery.

My fill for the NFSW prompt on day 6 of @corrieweek, Testing New Equipment, and for day 2 of @clonekinktober, Bunks.

[onewing1]

I love these guys from @solsticewcrp sooo bad. A lil attack for @opossumcircus and @flyhiss :)