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Forbidden Blossom (Kix x Fem!Reader, Fantasy AU Part 2)

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Summary: The tyrant king had never claimed to love you and you certainly held no affection for him. Thankfully, there was someone else who captured your heart. Rating: Gen (but minors DNI!) A.N: Listen....I'm just really obsessed with fantasy AUs right now, so I just had to continue what I created back during Halloween! As always, this got way out of hand and the continuation got too long, so this will be a 3 parter. Part 3 will be posted next week so I don't overwhelm anyone Word Count: 3,409 Warnings: Forced engagement, abusive relationships, implied physical abuse, life threats, and forbidden love. If you are concerned that this chapter's content might be triggering, please feel free to send me a message! I will do my best to answer any questions (without triggering language). That goes for all of my fics, I want everyone reading to be safe.

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The sheets felt like sandpaper, despite their silken weave, the air cold and stifling regardless of the fire and windows ajar. A prison, even though the doors were not locked.

You didn’t know what time of day it was, but the chamber maids had cleared out recently marking that it was some time before lunch, probably. That wouldn’t matter, you had barely eaten anything since you’d been dragged to the palace of the tyrant.

So, it almost surprised you when you heard voices outside your door. One voice was the captain of your guard, the man who, at least once a day, insisted that you eat something. The other voice was not one you recognized and that alone made you stir just a little under your duvet. Not just anyone was permitted into your chambers, let alone this close to your bedroom door.

“Oh gods, please- please don’t let it be him!”

But even as the heartstopping thought came to you, it was wiped away by the gentleness of the stranger's voice. There was no way the King you had met could sound so…

“There has to be something you can do, Kix.” That was Fox, a good man despite his stern frown.

There was a sigh from the stranger “I can try but….” a thought mulled over, carefully considered, “brother, I can’t heal a broken heart.”

“And why would you think- actually, never mind just…just do something, before he does something.”

The sound of retreating boots followed, along with another sigh a moment later. A heartbeat went by and you hoped the stranger had abandoned his assignment, that he would just leave you to your gilded cage, but then the doors to your bedroom opened.

You retreated further under your blankets, sinking into their plush warmth that still seemed so abrasive to your skin. Maybe if he thought you were asleep he would try again later. Yet again though, this mystery man surprised you. His steps towards your lavish bed were slow and careful, as if approaching a dragon’s nest.

“Your Highness?” he asked, voice quiet and soft. Highness, not Majesty, because you were not yet married to that evil man- thank the gods. “My Lady, I’m a doctor, I’ve been asked to see to your health.” His voice was closer now, right beside the head of your bed.

“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, Doctor,” came your voice from under the fabric.

Another beat of silence, then, “Would you be willing to let me try, at least?”

You had no idea what or why, but something in his tone made you pull back the covers and peer up at him. He was handsome, devastatingly so, with finely styled hair, but the thing that drew you in most were his eyes. A rich brown color and holding a look that…it wasn’t pity. This was the first time a member of the palace had looked at you softly without pity and that alone kept you from ordering him out of your room.

He smiled then, as soft and kindly as his eyes when he reached out to your hand. “May I?”

Soft and considerate, this man was impressing you more by the minute. You nodded and held your palm up to him. Gently, he took your wrist and pressed his fingers to the soft skin there.

“Alright, your pulse is fine,” he hummed then, again slowly so you had time to stop him, he reached that hand to your forehead. His fingers were cool, like a refreshing damp cloth on a hot day, and it was all you could do not to lean into his touch. “No fever, either,” he continued thoughtfully. Then, after a moment he took his hand away, “May I ask you some questions?”

You nodded numbly, silently.

Instead of immediately asking this and that about your medical history, he instead walked over to your fireplace and grabbed one of the chairs. He brought it over to the bedside and sat with a little satisfied sigh.

“Tell me about your home.”

That caused you to blink, “Wh-what?”

His knowing smile didn’t falter, “Talk to me, My Lady. Tell me about where you grew up. What you loved most about it. The things that made you happy there.”

Your brows came together in confusion and you finally sat upright to meet his handsome eyes better. He didn’t repeat himself, just waited patiently. Despite the fact that his gaze never left your face, you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were in nothing but your thin night clothes. He was a doctor, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen exposed bodies before, but your sudden shyness prompted you to lift the blanket over your chest as you settled your back against the pillows.

“Well…” you started after clearing your throat.

Where would you even start with his question? You missed everything about home, every tiny detail that stood in stark contrast to this place. You missed the sun coming in to shine over a room you decorated and filled yourself. You missed visiting the village and all who greeted you with a smile and a wave. Missed the late nights with friends and people you loved. And the people who loved you back.

That and so much more came to mind, but, you only had to think for a moment longer before a memory two weeks old came back to you.

Nothing about this arranged marriage had pleased you, but you had at least tried to find some enjoyment in your first days here. Then you had taken a walk through the gardens and when even they did not spark joy, your emotions spiraled, landing you here, in your current state.

“I miss my gardens,” you said finally, staring off at nothing in particular. “They were so beautiful. So colorful and vibrant…. Not like the bare, minimal flower beds here.” You trailed off for a moment, pulling up fond memories from the depths of your mind and, for maybe the first time since you started your journey here, you smiled. A real, genuine smile. “There was one section where our gardener would let things get just a little overgrown,” a ghost of a laugh escaped you as you met the Doctor’s eyes again, “he said that it represented ‘wild beauty’ and somehow convinced my father to keep it. My loved ones and I set up a little tea area there and every afternoon we would go walking through the gardens and…just talk and laugh. Simple pleasures.”

The Doctor’s smile turned encouraging and your body turned to him fully. Before you knew it you were telling him stories, stories of you and your best friends racing through the flowers, of begging the bakers to let you help prepare the treats you’d stuff into baskets and carry out there. Stories of reenacting scenes from your favorite books like children playing pretend. He listened to it all, laughing along with you, asking questions here and there and encouraging you all the way.

You weren’t even sure how much time had passed before you realized that the weight that had been pressing on your chest for weeks felt…lighter now. Suddenly, the room wasn’t quite as suffocating as before. Maker, you even had the urge to pull back the curtains to let a little sunlight in.

The good doctor must have noticed your sudden silence, because he pulled his chair just a little closer to you. “Thank you, for sharing those stories with me, Your Highness.” He paused for a moment, seeming to think something over. “I know I’ve already asked a lot of you, but, could I ask one more thing?”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to even hesitate, you nodded silently.

“I would love to show you something, it’s a beautiful day and I think a walk would do you some good. Will you get dressed and meet with me?”

And there it was, he was still asking you, considering you, taking your wants into account. No one here had ever done that. Not truly.

“Yes, yes, I think that sounds nice.”

Those eyes of his brightened “Excellent! Take your time, I’ll tell Fox where to escort you.”

With that, he got up, pulled the chair back to its original spot and made for the door. Only now it was time for your own question, “Wait- Doctor! What’s your name? You didn’t give it earlier.”

For the first time, he looked surprised, “Kix, My Lady. You may call Kix.” He looked back at you with his hand on the doorknob. “I look forward to our walk, Your Highness.”

And with that, he- Kix, slipped out of the room. It was only then that you realized there was a small fluttering sensation in your stomach, something light and almost uneasy. Well, you hadn’t eaten much in so long, it must be that. You thought about indulging in one of the snack trays the maids left at your bedside, but the thought still didn’t quite appeal to you.

Still, the fact that you could pull yourself out of bed and start putting thought into what you wanted to wear was a good improvement.

You did not call on your handmaids, the idea of being surrounded by people, of hands on your skin and in your hair, did not sit well at the moment. Despite that, and the fact that it was the first time in days you had come out of your room, It did not take that long to get ready and ask Fox to escort you to this mysterious location.

At first when you stepped outside the east wing, your heart dropped slightly, knowing that this was the way to the gardens that were a stark, depressing imitation of your lavish grounds back home. But, the gentle doctor was not waiting for you there. Yes, you had to walk through those almost sterile flowerbeds, but obviously this was not the intended meeting spot.

You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to see the roses cut down to their stems so the thorns prickled in the sunlight, or how the lilies were cut free of any diverse or colorful petals, robbing them of unique beauty. At the edge of the overly pruned yard was a line of tall hedges and Fox led you past them.

What lay beyond took your breath away.

It was an orchard teeming with life. Countless trees bearing fragrant fruit and vine covered trellises blooming with even more. All of them were well tended, cared for, but not overly cut like the flowers before. No, these were how nature should be, respected and loved and free to grow.

And there among it all, looking fondly at a patch of strawberries, was Kix. His smile rivaled the warmth of the sun as he noticed you standing there and he bowed his head slightly. “Your Highness, thank you for joining me.” Then he turned to Fox, “You can leave the Princess to me, Commander.”

In answer, the leader of your personal guard sighed, but turned to stand sentry by the hedge archway without protest. Kix waved his hand down the humble pathway between the trees, an invitation to walk with him. You did, gladly, and didn’t try to hide how in wonder you were of the orchard as you two began your walk.

“Hardly anyone but the gardeners come here,” Kix explained, “It took a long time for them to convince the King that over pruning is bad for the harvest, and that’s the only reason these plants and trees aren’t cut down to their stems. When you told those stories about your garden back home, I thought you might like it here.”

“It’s beautiful,” your tone was breathless, which obviously pleased him to no end, if that look in his eyes was any indication. “Thank you, Kix, this is wonderful.”

He opened his mouth, a response on the tip of his tongue, but then he hesitated. Instead, he walked over to the nearest tree, which just so happened to be bearing one of your favorite fruits, and plucked a ripe specimen from the branch.

“I know that your situation isn’t an easy one, Princess,” he started as he walked back to you, “but if you ever need an ear to listen,” he took your hand and placed the fruit in your palm, “you just have to ask, and I’m yours.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you nearly gasped at his words and that’s when he suddenly looked a little flustered.

“My ear- my ear is yours, I mean.” He laughed nervously, then closed your fingers over the fruit, “What I’m trying to say is that, if you ever need a friend, I would be honored if you considered me one.”

It was hard to meet his gaze, not because you were embarrassed by his misstep in words, but because his promise made that fluttering sensation move to your chest as well as your stomach. This man, so full of kindness and care, he was making your heart feel light and heavy all at the same time. Maybe there was some joy to be found in this cage. You would take any you could get, so, you thanked the Doctor for his kind words.

“I would be the one honored to call you my friend, Kix.”

Something akin to surprise colored his eyes at that, surprise and something… tender.

“Then, whenever you need to talk, or want a reminder of home, just call on me.” Then, Kix closed his eyes and lifted your clasped hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your fingers.

It was that moment that your heart took flight.

It was no wonder that, over the next months, the Princess and the Doctor would fall madly and deeply in love.

Your room had never quite felt like a home, always a golden cell, always a sign of your lost freedom, or the way you were chained to him. But it had never felt as cold and unforgiving as it did now. The fire was out, leaving you in icy darkness, all while the fiance you never chose towered over you.

“I asked you a question, girl: do you think I am a fool?” The tyrant king’s tone was flat and cold, even as you tried to choke back the tears from your spot on the floor.

Even if you tried to get up, he would just force you back down again, so you answered him through gritted teeth. “No. You are no fool, Your Majesty.”

“Then why did you think I wouldn’t find out about this?” It was the first time something besides cold fury colored his tone. He was seething now. “Did you truly think I was so blind? That I wouldn’t see the longing stares or hear about your romantic walks?!”

You yelped when he grabbed your collar and yanked you onto your back.

“Did you truly think you could get away with making a fool of me?”

For all his cruelty, you had never seen him like this, his brutality had always been a cold and unfeeling blade, not this burning fire of rage. It was all there in his eye and bared teeth as he glared down at you and it made you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

Then, the harsh curl of his lips eased, teeth no longer bared, as he leaned back and stepped away from your prone form. He was regaining his composure before your eyes as he straightened and clasped his hands behind his back.

“Get up,” he commanded, tone like cold steel once again. “I want you to have a better seat when my men bring in the good doctor.”

That caused your heart to freeze in your chest. “No- no!” The desperate plea left you as you scrambled to your feet.

The King smiled in that cruel curl of his lips. “Yes, my dear. You will watch while I make an example of him. While I show him what happens to men who touch what’s mine.”

“Please!” Your voice cracked with the force of your words, “Please- I’m to blame, not him!”

His smile only grew with more you pleaded, “Which is exactly why I will hurt him instead.”

That vicious mirth in his eyes is what made you lose any last shred of resolve. Of course this was his plan, cold and calculated. Bruises could heal, but the memories of this? They would haunt you forever, and in the end he still got his meek pet for a queen.

“I gave you an order,” he went on, “I said get up-”

He was interrupted by the doors to your chambers being thrown open. In marched a company of the King’s most trusted guards, with Commander Fox, who had been ordered to wait outside, hot on their heels.

“Your Majesty,” the head of this company said with a bow, “my men are still searching the grounds, but it would appear that the traitor Kix has…escaped.”

Oh, the king did not like that.

The fabric of his gloves strained as he clenched his fists, the knuckles surely white beneath. He drew in a harsh breath through his nose as he turned away from you without a second glance.

“Find him. Search the whole kingdom if needed,” all the guards, save for Fox, followed their king as he stormed towards the doors, “if you have to bring him back here in pieces, do it!”

With that threat ringing in your ears, doors were slammed shut again, the sound echoing through the room like glass shattering on marble.

Silence swelled, filling the void the King’s rage left behind. Leaving you in the cold and the dark. In your cage draped in finery.

Gone. Kix was gone. He had escaped somehow. The thought sent a myriad of emotions washing through you, tearing and shredding your body in a confusing whirlwind. Before you knew it, you were curling in on yourself, fists clutching the fabric over your heart and tears staining your cheeks.

Harsh sobs wracked your body and you couldn’t say whether they were from the relief of knowing he was safe or the sorrow of knowing you would never see the love of your life again. Deep down, they were likely both, you supposed.

You jumped when something warm and heavy was draped around your shoulders. You hadn’t even noticed Fox kneeling beside you, blanket in hand. Somewhere, in the back of your mind you remembered telling him that the blanket was your favorite from home, but at the moment all you could do was pull it tighter around yourself as you tried to steady the painful breaths you were taking.

Fox, possibly the only other man who had ever shown you any care in this hellish castle, didn’t say a word as he waited for your body to tire itself out with its mourning. When it did, he silently helped you to your feet. You don’t remember walking to your bed, just that the blankets had been placed over you and the fireplace nearby had been stoked back to life.

Finally, your trusted guard spoke, a firm if still cautious call of your name. Your actual name, not a title. “Please,” he said in a whisper, “don’t do anything drastic. Things won’t be like this for much longer. I promise.”

Confused, you blinked up at him, but he didn’t say anything more, just bowed his head respectfully and closed the curtains of your bed slowly. If there had been any strength left in you, you might have called for him, asked him to stay close. To not leave you. You didn’t need to ask, however, you heard his boots stop just outside your bedroom. Standing sentry, acting as your shield, as much as he could in any case.

The patterns of the curtains danced from the crackling fire on the other side, but it was just a blank canvas to stare at as your mind ran the same thoughts in your head over and over again. He’s gone, Kix is gone. At best, you’ll never know true love’s touch again, at worst, you’ll see that love slaughtered for the crime of existing.

Still, even in your spiraling despair, one other mantra crept in here and there.

“Things won’t be like this for much longer”

Divider by the amazing @dystopicjumpsuit

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 5 months ago

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Excuse me but who gave you the right to make this so adorable!!! ❤️❤️❤️

General Storyteller - Rex

Summary: After the Battle of Kamino, Rex finds you surrounded by clone cadets. Length: 1.4k Warnings: Post-Battle; Lots of Teasing; Rex's Flirting is Improving

The battle of Kamino had yielded heavy and unfortunate losses, but the Republic managed to repel the Separatists in the end. Rex, after promoting Echo and Fives to ARC Troopers, sought out the generals. He walked over to where Jesse and Hardcase were relaxing, assuming they would have an idea.

“Has anyone seen the generals?” Rex asked, resting his bucket against his hip.

“General Skywalker’s at the south end of the city, but I have a feeling that you’re not asking about him,” Jesse quipped, causing Rex to narrow his eyes. “She’s with Kix in the infirmary.”

“You know how she always turns into a mother hen after battle,” Hardcase reminded his captain, leaning back against the wall. He elbowed Jesse with a mischievous grin. “She’s probably giving shinies heart attacks.”

“Well, if she can make our esteemed captain blush, what hope do the shinies have, Hardcase?”

Rex, tuning out the rest of their conversation, turned and made his way to the infirmary. Due to the overflow from battle, it had expanded into the mess hall. But Rex assumed that a Jedi would be easy to spot among the clones and Kaminoans. But when he didn’t spot you, Rex made his way over to Kix, who was setting another trooper’s ankle.

“Kix, have you seen the general?”

“She’s in the other room,” Kix stated, pointing to his right. “You won’t be able to miss her.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, but continued on his way. Stepping into one of the wings of the infirmary, Rex paused when he spotted exactly what Kix was talking about. You sat at the end of the room, smiling and talking with all of the young clone cadets gathered around you.

“And then the bridge started to collapse,” you retold dramatically as you carefully bandaged up a cadet’s wrist. “The Separatists planted detonators along the bridge and lured us onto it. And the tactical droid tried to blow us all up.”

“How did you escape?” one of the cadets asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Well, we started running. Anakin and I pushed your brothers to safety with the Force because all of you and all of your brothers in every corner of this galaxy are important to us.”

You gently poked one of the cadets on the tip of his nose to emphasize your point. He blushed bright red, reminding you of another clone, and looked down at his feet bashfully while one of his brothers grabbed his shoulders from behind.

“And no good leader and certainly no good Jedi would say otherwise,” you added, looking out around at the clone cadets.

Rex was quite sure that the meaning behind your story was not part of the approved Kaminoan curriculum, but he couldn’t help but smile at his younger brothers’ reactions to your story. You smiled and finished up with bandaging a cadet’s wrist before continuing with the story.

“But then we had to run to safety ourselves. Now, Anakin was lucky enough that he was standing close to the edge. So, he escaped easily. But I wasn’t so lucky because a lingering detonator went off right behind me, causing me to lose my balance.”

“What happened next?” a cadet gasped.

“Shhh!” one of the other cadets shushed his brother.

“I’m getting to it,” you promised them with a chuckle. “As I was saying, your brother, Captain Rex, grabbed a long gun—right out of Mule’s hands, mind you—and shot a cable at me.”

“Did he hit you?” one of the cadets asked quickly.

“Do you think I’d miss, Cadet?” Rex called out teasingly.

“Captain Rex!” the cadets called turning around to see him walking towards them.

They all jumped to their feet and stood at attention. Rex stopped in front of the crowd of his young brothers and dismissed them, urging them to sit down again. He turned to you as the cadets got settled again. And even though Rex felt a familiar heat start to climb up his neck, he moved to take a seat on one of the beds. Clearing his throat as you offered him a soft smile, he nodded.

“You were saying, General.”

“Right, Captain,” you mused before turning back to his brothers. “No, Captain Rex didn’t hit me with the cable. It landed in front of me and I held onto it as the bridge tumbled down. And with some help from some of your other brothers, he pulled me up to safety.”

“Captain Rex saved your life?”

“Yes, he did,” you stated without hesitation.

“To be fair, you’ve saved mine a number of times, General,” Rex spoke up, causing you to smile.

“Yes, shall I tell all of you one of those stories next?”

The cadets cheered but Rex got back to his feet and motioned towards the door. You nodded and slowly stood up, causing the cadets to sigh and whine. Giving them a kind smile, you kneeled down so that you were eye level with all of them again.

“I must go back to being a general. But you should try and find General Kenobi, for he’s an even better story teller than me. But which battalion is the best in the GAR again?”

“The 501st!”

“And don’t you forget it,” Rex added, causing his younger brothers to grin.

Bidding the cadets goodbye, you stood up and walked with Rex out of the infirmary. The two of you moved in silence for a moment before Rex turned to you with a soft look.

“You survived the battle alright, General?”

“I should be asking you that question, Rex. This is your home. All of your homes.” You sighed and added quietly, “I’m sorry we didn’t defend it better.”

“Kamino was always a target to the Seppies,” Rex stated, turning to look forward again. “But thank you, General.” Clearing his throat a bit, Rex turned forward once again. “And thank you for looking after the cadets. They were bred for war, but they were never trained for it to happen in their own home.”

“Of course,” you returned, nodding politely. “I have a soft spot for children. I believe my master’s habits rubbed off on me.”

“It’s not a bad habit to have.”

“Well, and clone cadets are adorable. In a way, the clones and the Jedi have a lot in common. We were raised communally as well. It��s a setup most citizens find unnatural, almost.”

“Well, your people can move things with their minds. My brothers and I all share the same face. They might not be far off,” Rex quipped, causing you to chuckle.

Stepping into the lift together, you stood side by side as you made your way back to the upper floors of the facility. No doubt that Shaak Ti and Obi-Wan were looking for the two of you. Placing your hands on your hips and turned to Rex with a mischievous smile.

“What were you like as a cadet, Rex?”

“Top of my class, of course.”

“Of course,” you agreed teasingly, causing Rex to tilt his chin up. “But don’t tell me that you were always this stoic and brooding.”

“Brooding?” Rex repeated, earning a laugh in return.

“Come on, Rex. You must have broken a few rules in your time on Kamino.”

“I would assume as many as you did when you were a padawan, General.”

“My master was on the Jedi High Council, so I had an image to uphold.” After a moment, you added with a grin, “But also more time unsupervised. And, well, Anakin was a poor influence on me.” Your smile softened as you turned back to Rex. “Perhaps I’ll tell you some of those stories one day, Captain.”

“I look forward to it, General.”

Stepping off the elevator together, you and Rex shared a smile before Commander Cody called out to the two of you. Rex winced when he spotted Cody’s knowing look and you pulled on a more professional expression in the presence of the marshal commander.

“General Kenobi requested your assistance with moving some of the larger pieces of debris,” Cody told you. “He’s in the eastern part of the city.”

“Thank you, Commander Cody, I will go meet him.” Nodding to Cody, you turned to Rex, who returned your burning gaze. “I’ll see you later, Captain.”

And with that, you walked down the hall and away from them. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at Rex. Staring after you until your figure disappeared around the corner, Rex ignored Cody’s stare and smirk. Rolling his eyes, Rex brushed past his brother.

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Cody called after him, causing Rex to wince.

“Stow it, Cody.”

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obiwansito · 2 months ago

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the night i nearly lost you

the great war chapter four

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pairing- obi wan x f!reader

word count- 5.5k

summary- grab your tissues, order 66 is here.

tags & warnings for this chapter- this is pure angst. heavy, gut-wrenching angst. graphic descriptions of violence, death, more angst. also, very brief reader physical description (blink and you miss it). child death, torture, emotional distress, betrayal.

a/n- i need therapy after writing this, that's all i'm gonna say.

"The clones? How- they would not do this."

Sammi's desperate voice enveloped your ears, which buzzed loudly as panic took over your body.

You thought of Forge. Rex, Cody - would they have betrayed you too? Or was it just the clones on Coruscant?

No, it was impossible. They had fought with you for so long, they were loyal, much more than just soldiers. They were your friends.

A nearby blaster snapped you out of your thoughts, the screams of who you thought was the knight who lived across the hall from your quarters making you shiver.

Your chest rose and fell uncontrollably, and you used all your inner strength to control your body and pull yourself away from the door.

The screams died down too quickly. In the air, you could feel hundreds of Force marks fading away. Not just in the temple, all around the galaxy.

You wanted to breathe deeply, to think clearly. But when you tried to tap into the Force, you sensed a vast darkness surrounding it.

"What will we do?" Sammi's voice trembled.

You looked around, trying to find a way out. You couldn't stay there. It was too dangerous.

The window? It was too high.

Go straight out the door? Surely there were too many clones and you would easily be outnumbered.

You sighed, making a decision.

"We can't get out of here. Not yet." You grabbed your belt with your lightsabers.

"So what do we do?" Sammi stood up.

You grabbed her hand, dragging her into your closet. You both hid in the small, dark place, the tiny space in between the two doors your only source of light.

“They will most likely come in here. If they do, we'll be ready. If not, as soon as it's all clear we'll come out.” You whispered. Your voice was weak, but you weren't going to let fear cloud your senses.

Sammi nodded, but her Force mark reflected her nerves. You couldn't blame her, you were the same way.

You were about to reply when you felt a change in the Force. It was just a sensation, as if something you'd had for a long time had been taken away from you. Your vision blurred as you tried to detect what was missing, what was it that was destroying your heart inside.

Just then, you realized what it was. That thing that had broken, that was slowly disappearing without a trace.

No.

No, no, no.

You blinked, and were no longer in the Jedi Temple. You were smaller, just a child of almost three years old.

You looked around you. A familiar planet that before, when you were not yet conscious enough, was your home.

You were on Naboo.

Beside you, was a woman. So beautiful, yet her face was lost in the sea of memories hidden deep in the depths of your mind. Kept to prevent the bonds that your Order prohibited so much.

And when you looked ahead, you found the person you could call family. The man who had taught you everything you knew, who had cared for you as if you were his own daughter.

“If she approves, she will be taken to the Jedi Temple for training. I can sense that she is powerful in the Force, I will take care of her myself.”

The familiar voice of your master became a blur, as hundreds of memories with him flashed through your mind.

When he took you in as a Padawan.

Your first mission together.

The last hug you gave each other and the last time you talked, his advice causing your eyes to sting with tears.

You fell to your knees as you felt that part of you, that soft warmth in your chest that you knew was the bond you shared, simply vanishing without a trace.

Sammi was trying to talk to you, tugging at you desperately. But you couldn't hear her.

Not when your master was dead. Plo Koon was gone, and along with him, so a part of you was too.

The air started to go out of your lungs, the small space where you were hiding quickly suffocating you. Your master's face was beginning to plague your mind, his last words to you stabbing into your chest like hundreds of daggers.

“Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?” Sammi's startled whispers sounded blurry through your tears, which you didn't even know you were shedding. Until-

“Look for all Jedi traitors! Leave nothing in the room unchecked!”

The door to your quarters opened, and footsteps could be heard coming in. Surely they had destroyed the lock. You immediately quieted your sobs, looking at Sammi. Her eyes were wide.

You put a finger to your lips, warning her not to make a sound. The two of you held hands, trying to calm your racing breaths.

From the footsteps, you could tell it was two or three troopers. They were making a mess of the room, searching everywhere. The sound of their boots against the floor made you shiver, afraid they were coming towards you.

“Check everything!” That familiar voice was breaking your heart. The voice of your best men, now turned into a threat to everything you considered home.

You had one of your blades ready, in case they opened the door. “There's nothing here! Let's go, there's plenty out there.”

You heard the troopers moving away, and you almost sighed from relief, but....

“Wait! There's still another place left.” There was only one trooper left , and you tried to locate his footsteps, but your breath quickened as you felt him getting closer and closer to you. You could see him through the small space between the two doors, covered in blood. And you and Sammi were next.

The sudden sound of blasters and lightsabers outside the quarters snapped you out of your distraught state. The clone immediately ran off, leaving you alone.

You both held your breath for a few more minutes, when the blasters had stopped firing and you knew the clones had gotten far enough away.

Slowly you opened the door, checking that everything was clear before leaving. Sammi followed you cautiously, her bloodshot eyes scanning the place. Your rooms, once a direct reflection of your personality, were now in shambles. The furniture overturned, the bed unmade, your few belongings thrown everywhere.

You approached one of your drawers, which was completely turned upside down. In the middle of crumpled sheets and towels, there were two hidden images; which you should not have, since attachments in the order were forbidden. But because of your big heart and infinite love for your loved ones, you had not been able to avoid treasuring those lovely memories captured forever.

Your hands trembled as you picked them up, recalling a life that would never be the same. The first one was from almost a year ago, after a battle that had left you exhausted and full of dirt. Anakin and Ahsoka were lying on the ground, resting. And off to the side, sitting by the fire, were Obi-wan and you. Forge had taken it, and though he didn't mention anything, it was almost impossible for him not to have noticed the way you were looking at each other. As if there was no one else around.

You felt your heart shrink with the second one. It was old, the margins were slightly wrinkled. But the image was very clear. A smiling girl, a Padawan braid in her long hair. And beside her, a Keldor was looking at her lovingly, a hand on her shoulder. It was you and your master.

You wiped away a tear that threatened to fall on your cheek, inhaling softly as you laid the pictures on your chest. Plo Koon was gone. Never again would you feel his presence in the Force, or hug him, or hear his voice.

Sammi, who had been silent until now, rested a hand on your shoulder. “What happened in there?” her voice was soft, and full of caution. She could feel your pain in the force.

You turned to her, a lump in your throat. “My master... he's dead.” You were trembling slightly, your mind couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. It was impossible, but you knew it was true.

Your friend stepped back slightly, holding a hand to her mouth in horror. “No... How do you know?”

“I felt it.” It was almost a whisper.

She asked no more questions, for she understood what you meant. Her face contracted in sadness, giving you a small hug. “I'm so sorry.��

You gave her a sad smile with tight lips. There was no time to suffer, you had to find a way out of there.

You placed the photos on your belt, putting on your robe. “We have to go.” You closed your eyes, thinking of a plan. You could outnumber some clones, but if there were too many, then you would be easily outnumbered.

“We have to find the younglings. We can't just leave them here.”

Your stomach turned at the thought of the little ones all alone in this dangerous situation. You quickly nodded. “Let's try to save everyone we find. The larger our group is, the better chance we have of survival.”

Sammi nodded. “There's a hidden hangar near the medical wing. We can get out that way, grab a small ship and get off the planet.”

Since the temple was such a huge place, there were passages and exits that very few Jedi knew about, used in ancient times in cases of emergency. You just prayed they were still a viable option.

“Alright.” You muttered, walking discreetly to the door and peeking out. The hallway was empty and silent, a completely cold force mark. A place that was once full of life, now lay with no warmth at all. You felt your body shudder. You didn't want to imagine the horrible scenes that lurked between these rooms.

You turned to Sammi, indicating to her that all was clear. Together you left in silence, moving through the corridors of the Temple. Aside from the echo of distant footsteps and lightsabers, you had not run into anyone yet.

But every room, every corner of the place you called home... It was unrecognizable. Horror invaded your body as you found blood stains on the walls and floors. When you opened a door, your blades trembling in your hands, you found torn robes and bodies lying around.

Hundreds of Jedi, your partners that you had seen throughout your life. They were all dead. Mercilessly murdered by the people who had fought by your side for so long. What had caused this betrayal? Had they been faking it all along? Preparing to attack you at the right time?

Synchronized footsteps brought you out of your thoughts. You pulled Sammi behind a wall and took a deep breath. She was terrified, her eyes locked on you as she trembled.

“How many are there?” she whispered with ragged breaths.

You closed your eyes, connecting with the force. You tried to ignore the darkness you felt stalking your being. “Four. Are you ready?”

But there was no time for her to respond, as the clones rounded the corner. For a second they froze, until you ignited your blades and lunged towards the first one. When the second one opened fire, your body reacted before your mind.

It was a quick duel, you had no time to think or regret. At this moment the priority was to survive. It didn't matter if you were hurt by his betrayal or felt tired. You put emotions aside to concentrate.

When the last clone fell, you lowered your blades, your chest rising and falling uncontrollably.

And as you turned around, you saw Sammi. She had frozen, her hand clenched tightly around her lit lightsaber. She hadn't even made an attack, she simply hadn't moved.

You half-opened your lips, but she stepped forward. “Forgive me. I couldn't...”

You interrupted her by taking her hand. Her eyes glistened with tears and your chest sank. She didn't deserve this. To regret not being able to attack, when you as Jedi had been created to bring peace and not violence. “It's okay, don't worry.”

You shut off her blade for her, taking a deep breath. “Come on, we can't stop now.”

As you went through the temple, you were encountering a few small groups of clones. Your blades were moving almost by instinct, leaving you to the force to continue moving forward quickly.

Sammi was trying to help you, deflecting shots at first. But when the last clone of a medium-sized group fell, you saw that she was panting, her force mark full of determination. Slowly she was loosening up.

You squeezed her hand, encouraging her to continue. The deeper you went into the temple, the more impossible to bear the feeling of emptiness became. So many force marks and broken bonds, the air felt heavy from so many lost ones. You just hoped you weren't too late to reach the younglings.

“No.” Sammi's gasp made you stop walking. You turned in her direction, she had gone to a large column. You approached slowly, feeling a bad taste in your mouth and your ears vibrating.

The scene in front of you was heartbreaking. Sammi was holding a boy in her arms, about your age. You recognized him instantly, he had been in your same class, but you weren't that close.

Your friend was kneeling on the floor, one hand on his cheek, the pink of her skin contrasting terribly with the boy's pale one. They were friends, you remembered it well.

“No, no, no... Please. Bry, look at me. Don't leave me.” Her voice trembled as she caressed his face. His body was stained with blood, his eyes wide in shock, as if he hadn't expected the fate that met him.

You knelt beside her, hugging her as she sobbed. Seeing your friend suffering hurt your soul. You thought of all the people who had met the same fate. Had it been a quick death? You hoped with all your heart that it had. That he had not suffered, and that the force would always be with him.

In the midst of your thoughts, you realized something. “What the...”

Sammi noticed it too, for she fell silent. She gently laid the body on the ground, and stood up hurriedly, throwing up into a vase.

With trembling hands, you approached the corpse. And in that moment, your worst fear came true.

A clone had not killed him. That burn was too big for a blaster.

It was a lightsaber mark.

Bry had been killed by a Jedi.

You stood up in horror, your mind racing a mile a second. Who could have been able to do this?

But there was no time to think, you heard footsteps approaching. Too many for your liking. Sammi, who was in a trance, didn't move. Her eyes were full of tears. She whispered that you couldn't leave him, that you had to give him a proper end.

But that was not going to be possible. The clones were getting closer and closer, barely within sight of discovering the two of you. So, with a whimper you grabbed Sammi's arm, forcing her to run with you.

You simply moved forward, without thinking about where or how much noise you were making. You ran together without stopping, even though your legs ached and your whole body begged you for a break.

You stumbled a little, fatigue taking over your body. You apologized in your mind to your baby, who was surely suffering the consequences of all your stress. But you couldn't stop, your lives depended on this.

You exhaled as the door to the Council Chamber materialized in the distance.

There you could hide, regain your strength, and organize your escape route.

You rushed inside, closing the door instantly. Your body wouldn't stop shaking, full of adrenaline. At least now you were safe, no one would find you there. You were almost relieved.

But when you turned around, you found the worst scene of your life.

You felt bile rising in your throat as your eyes fell on the little ones lying in the center of the room. All brutally murdered.

You were late.

You brought a hand to your mouth, feeling breathless. Beside you, Sammi let out a choked scream. You felt her running towards them, but you couldn't move. You were paralyzed, your body refusing to react.

It was something no vision, no nightmare could have prevented you from seeing. The force echoed in your being, showing you the pain and fear the poor younglings had gone through.

And she was there.

Your body moved forward on its own, falling to its knees beside the little togruta. The little girl who brightened your saddest days, the one you had sworn to protect. But you had failed her.

You didn't know at what moment you had started to cry, you found out when your sobs reached your ears and tears were felt on your cheeks. You took her in your arms, so small and delicate, and hugged her. You asked her forgiveness over and over in whispers, as if she could hear you.

“My little Kyla...” You heard yourself say. “I'm so, so sorry.”

Sammi sat next to you, her eyes red. She stroked the little girl's montrals, with infinite gentleness.

“They were just children.” Her voice was hoarse. “They didn't deserve any of this.”

You nodded, your vision blurred by tears. Your heart ached so much it felt like it would burst out of your chest at any moment. You clung to the small body, as if having her there was going to bring her back.

You were silent, only your sobs echoing in the room. You don't know how long you just laid there, mourning for all that you had lost that day.

And you realized it was time. You had held on so tightly to this secret, but if you had said it earlier, maybe everything would have changed. You looked at Sammi, who had a blank stare.

“I'm pregnant.” Your voice was something less than a whisper, but she heard it. She turned abruptly to you, her eyes wide.

She blinked, as if she hadn't understood what you had just said. But when she saw your tear-filled eyes, she understood.

“What?”

"I've known for a few days now. Obi-wan..." Your voice cracked at the thought of him. You didn't even know if he was alive. "I haven't told him. I thought I had time. I thought everything would get better. I was a fool."

The next thing you felt was Sammi's arms around you tightly, your breath shaking. You rested your forehead on her shoulder, letting out a little whimper, trying not to cry again.

She didn't ask anything, just held you while you cried quietly. For what you had lost, for what you had lived through, and for the uncertain future of your child.

After a few minutes, she stroked your hair gently. “We have to go.”

You nodded, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You couldn't afford to grieve. You had to survive now. And for the life of your baby, you were going to get out of there. Whatever it took.

You struggled to your feet, your hand going to your belly intuitively. You were tired, but you were going to fight.

Before you closed the door behind you, you took one last look at the little ones. Your chest ached remembering all the moments you had spent together. You would never forget them. None of them.

Sammi looked at you, taking your hand to move forward together. You could hear footsteps in the distance, but you went with confidence, you were prepared.

The path was indeed full of different groups of clones. You let yourself be guided by the force, your body acting instinctively to face them. Next to you, Sammi moved with more agility. She was no longer the same girl paralyzed with fear - now she covered you, defended you and even launched offensive attacks.

You crossed through the training rooms, down a maintenance passageway. In the distance, the medical wing materialized. You were so close, you would soon reach the hangar.

But your luck had to run out at some point.

As you rounded the corner, a whole squadron of clones cornered you. As you turned, more came from behind. You were surrounded.

You inhaled deeply, sharing a look with Sammi. You could do this.

You ignited your sabers, the purple light from both of them glowing on the shining floors of the temple. Sammi followed you, determined.

When the shots started, you immediately focused on dodging them all, taking out a few clones as the blasters bounced towards them.

Although your body was exhausted, you relied on the force, defending yourself with agility.

Sammi was fighting by your side, her movements were much more confident and that made you proud. Yes, the clones were many. But maybe you did have a chance.

There were fewer and fewer of them left. You jumped to dodge a shot, falling behind the clone and taking him out with your saber. Your body was shaking with adrenaline as you defended yourself.

But then, the world stopped.

You watched in slow motion as Sammi was surrounded. She was dodging the blasters of one clone, and hadn't realized that behind her another was approaching. Your scream wasn't fast enough to alert her.

With a hole in your chest, you threw the clone with the force, smashing him into a wall and knocking him unconscious. You dropped your sabers, rushing to your friend in a hurry.

You held her in your arms, her trembling hand taking yours. She looked up at you, her eyes shining as she gasped from the pain.

“I'm sorry.” She whispered, and it broke your heart.

“Don't.” Your voice trembled. “Don't leave me, please.”

“You must go.” She gasped from the pain. Her eyes, always cheerful, were now losing their sparkle.

“I'm not leaving you, Sams.”

She squeezed your hand weakly. "Do it. You must protect your baby."

A tear fell down your cheek. “Please.”

She smiled at you, and you remembered the same smile from when you were little girls, playing around the temple. Now her life was ending as she lay in your arms. “Thank you for being my friend.”

And before you could beg her to stay, Sammi was gone. You felt her force mark fading, leaving an emptiness behind her.

You held back a sob, resting her cold hand against your chest. You closed your eyes, feeling the loneliness hit you like a bucket of cold water.

You kissed her forehead, shakily rising to your feet. You looked at your friend one last time, wiping away a tear with the back of your hand. Her sacrifice would not be in vain.

You grabbed your sabers, wrapping your cloak around you and moving towards the hangar. There was no time to stop now, you were so close.

You stumbled, exhaustion taking over your body. There was so little left, you motivated yourself not to fall to the ground.

You knew there were bodies beside you. You felt them in the Force, cold and empty. Corpses of masters and knights and padawans. Of children. All brutally murdered. You closed your eyes, not daring to look. If you did, you feared you would fall and never get up again.

The hangar door opened and you felt the icy night wind fall on your face. You shivered, thinking of an escape route. You could grab a ship and try to call someone. Obi-Wan. Your heart ached at the thought of him.

You stopped abruptly when you saw a figure standing in the middle of the place. It was a Jedi, covered by his cloak. You gasped, it was-

“Anakin.” Your voice cracked from relief. You felt tears forming in your eyes. At last a familiar face. Ani was alive, together you would get out of there and find Obi-Wan and...

When your friend turned around, you felt your stomach churn. The dark force around him was almost unbearable, it made you feel sick. And his eyes were yellow, lacking the brightness that once characterized them.

And you knew it.

In your mind, almost like a memory, you saw him. His fall, how he had brutally murdered everyone. The younglings.

You took a step backward, your eyes injected with tears. “No.”

“I knew you were very strong.” He had a cocky grin. “After all, we trained together.”

You looked at him in horror. “What did you do, Anakin?” it was a whisper, you didn't want to believe what your whole body and mind was telling you.

"What I had to do. To save her."

"You killed innocents. Good people who didn't deserve the fate that fell to them."

“They were all traitors!” you jumped when he raised his voice. "They all abandoned me. You abandoned me."

“I didn't abandon you.” Though you were on the verge of tears, your voice was steady. "I was always there for you, ever since we were children. I was the first one to talk to you, when everyone whispered about you." You took a deep breath, trying not to cry. "Those younglings you killed? They were the future. They were good, they were smart- you took everything from them!"

Kyla's face came to your mind. Powerful, confident, intelligent. Then you remembered her murdered body and felt bile in your throat.

“You're right.” He nodded. "You were always my best friend. That doesn't have to change." The mixture of fondness and darkness in his words turned your stomach.

He held out his hand toward you. "I know you're feeling anger and pain right now. Those emotions will only make you stronger. Join me and we will be unstoppable."

That darkness that surrounded him was beginning to lurk towards you, wanting to envelop you. It wanted you to give in to temptation and fall for it.

But then you remembered the younglings. Sammi, always excited to see you and talk to you. Padmé, her kind smile being an unconditional support for you. And Obi-Wan. His force mark, his love for you. His warmth when he hugged you and held you in his arms.

You stared at Anakin. “I would rather die than join you.”

His eyes darkened. “As you wish.”

The rest happened so quickly. He ignited his lightsaber and lunged at you wildly. You barely managed to ignite your sabers and deflect his attack, staggering under the brutal force of his onslaught.

You were used to dueling with Anakin, you had trained that way. Countless times your sabers had clashed, competing against each other to see who was the best.

But this was not the Ani you knew. Your best friend, the one you jokingly competed with and knew would never hurt you. This Anakin was attacking you aggressively, with force. To kill you.

His attacks were full of rage, with a precision that was frightening. You felt your heart pounding in your ears as you forced yourself to react, to dodge and block, even though your whole body was begging you for a simple rest.

Your senses were in automatic mode, your purple sabers clashing against his with a sound that threatened to deafen you. Another time, you might have given Anakin a fight. But your body was exhausted, and you knew that in this condition you would be no match for him. Still, you would keep trying. You were not going to give up so easily.

In one brutal move, Anakin swung his saber at you with deadly speed. You managed to block it, but his force sent one of your sabers flying into the hangar.

He laughed derisively. “You are weak.” His eyes burned with cruelty as he attacked you again.

You fought back as best you could, the blue and purple colors illuminating the dark hangar. Your mind begged for a breath, but your survival instinct was stronger.

And you were trying, you really were.

But you screamed when his saber grazed your arm, leaving a deep, smoking cut. You staggered, pressing down on the wound with a groan of pain.

Though the ache blurred your vision, you clenched the saber with your other hand. You repositioned yourself, though you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You were going to fight for your baby and for all the fallen victims tonight. For all the lives that had been lost, and those that still had hope.

But when you raised your saber, your arm trembling, your body could stand no more.

You fell to the ground with a choked groan, your saber rolling close. Your vision filled with tears as you saw Anakin approaching, the blue light illuminating his terrifying face.

Then this would be the end.

And as he was raising his saber, ready to strike the blow that would determine your death, you decided something. You were not going to die a coward.

You raised your head, looking him straight in the eye. “What's going to happen when Padmé finds out?” You spat, his eyes going wide and instantly freezing. “Do you think she's going to love you when she discovers what you did?”

You saw his façade crack, his eyes full of doubt as he turned off his saber. But you weren't going to stop.

"You're a murderer, Anakin. She's not going to run into your arms to thank you when she finds out everything you've done." Your voice trembled. “You're a monster.”

Your words froze in your throat as he roared, and you felt the Force wrap around you brutally, something invisible closing tightly around your neck.

You gasped as you rose from the ground, your feet kicking and your hands on your throat, trying uselessly to free yourself.

Anakin's eyes glowed with pure hatred. “You don't understand anything!”

The lack of air clouded your mind, tears pooling in your eyes. Your belly ached, as if your baby sensed your despair.

You moaned in pain. You couldn't die. You wouldn't let him die with you.

So, you gathered your courage, and with what little strength you had left, you pleaded. "Wait- Wait. I'm... I'm pr-"

And he knew. Maybe in the force, he felt that little child fighting for their life. Your desperation to stay alive, just for your baby.

His eyes widened slightly, his hand trembled. And it only took a second of hesitation from him for you to fall, coughing and gasping for air.

From where you lay on the floor, you could see his figure wobble. And for a small moment, your Anakin's blue eyes came back. Staring vulnerably at you as they did thirteen years ago, when you were just children who had just met.

And perhaps in memory of the little innocents you once were, he murmured. “Run.”

You whimpered, struggling to your feet and picking up your saber. He didn't have to repeat it to you twice.

You climbed into a ship quickly, your whole body shaking. Your arm ached and you were still panting for breath, but you ignored everything to turn on the takeoff commands.

The ship powered up with a familiar hum, and for a second you felt relieved. But this was no time to relax, you had to go.

As you were about to take off, you heard familiar footsteps entering the hangar. A whole squadron of clones. You swallowed saliva, your hands shaking as you pushed buttons to speed up the ship.

“Get her.” Anakin ordered, his icy voice chilling you to the bone. You panted, your body tensing as you managed to get the ship in the air. Just a little more and you would be off the planet.

You heard ships powering up behind you, the clones preparing to follow you. And the ones that didn't were positioning themselves to shoot at you.

“Shit.” You sped up, trying to dodge the shots that were headed straight for you. At the same time, with trembling hands, you wrote down Obi-wan's personal number, the one he used only to communicate with you. You waited while it rang, begging the force to be able to talk to him. Just to know if he was alright.

Come on, my love. Answer me.

Nothing. You held back a sob, your mind overwhelmed. It was all happening too fast.

You entered the aerial streets of Coruscant, aiming to lose the clones following you. But there were too many of them.

The first shot landed on the right wing, destabilizing you. The system beeped in emergency, your attempts to deflect the attacks were in vain.

You covered your belly with your arms, preparing for the fall. You closed your eyes and concentrated to at least try to protect yourself with the Force. You prayed that this would not be the end of you.

The unbearable ringing in your ears woke you up. You raised your head, smoke covering your sight. Your forehead felt wet, surely you had hit your head and now were bleeding. You opened the hatch of the ship, the icy night air of Coruscant surrounding you.

You were dizzy, and when you tried to get up, you let out a groan of pain. The wound on your arm hurt like hell, and if you didn't clean it soon it would get infected.

In the distance, you heard clones shouting. “There's the ship!” “”Find her!"

You froze in your stall. “Kriff, kriff, kriff.”

As best you could, you got up and left the ship. You analyzed your surroundings, you knew this level of the city. But now you just had to hide.

You limped to behind a wall, where you knew the clones wouldn't see you. You spied them approaching what was left of the ship. “She's not here! Bring her!”

You held your breath until they were gone, falling to your knees in relief. Finally, perhaps you were no longer in danger.

You rose shakily to your feet, exhaustion taking almost complete hold of your being. But you had to make one last effort, until you found a safe place.

You walked slowly, your senses still alert. You had one hand on your belly, the other holding your wound. The pain and exhaustion were suffocating and made it very difficult to move forward. But at least now you knew where to go.

In the distance, an apartment building materialized. It wasn't the most luxurious, but it wasn't on one of the lower levels either. You sighed in relief, stepping inside.

You reached the fifth floor, knocking on a door decorated with flowers and artificial plants. When it opened, it revealed a pantoran with large, curious eyes. It was Shen, lady-in-waiting to Senator Riyo Chuchi and Forge's secret lover. Your heart ached at the thought of your commander. Of the clones.

But she gave you a worried look. "General? I was so scared for you."

Her sweet voice reached your ears. You understood why Forge had fallen in love with her, she was his polar opposite.

"The temple is on fire. I've been calling F- I mean, the Commander, and..." Her smitten voice and sparkling eyes reminded you of Obi-wan. The last time you saw him, the last hug you gave each other, his kiss on your forehead. You missed him so much. “General? Are you alright?”

You looked at her, but your lips came to nothing. You had used your last bit of energy, and now your body was finally ready to rest safely.

The memory of Obi-wan's smile was the last thing you saw before you fell to the floor.

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Order 66 (tbb x Jedi!reader)

Ok, so i’ve had this idea in my head of the clones with a Jedi S/O during Order 66. I don’t mean they act on Order 66, I mean if everything sorta played out similar in canon (Chip doesn’t work)

Idk, I like me some protective boys.

CW: minimally proofread, jedi!S/O, Reader, Gender neutral pronouns, Order 66, violence, death, swearing, Hunter trying his best, Wrecker being a sweetie, Echo is ready to fight, Tech is the only one who is level headed, and Crosshair being somewhat emotional

You were following Caleb when the order came through. Your steps stumbled and your knees hit the cold ground. All around you, the Force was being ripped apart. Hands were on your shoulders.

your lover. You barely realized through the haze.

With absolute horror, you watched helplessly as clones gunned down Depa Billaba. “Run Caleb!” You heard her scream through the overwhelming grief and death you felt. The padawan turned, lightsaber ready.

“Get away from us!” he barked, calling your name, “Get up! Please!”

He was panicked, confused. So were you.

You managed to look up, seeing the clone troopers across the field standing over Master Billaba’s smoking corpse. They were prepping to kill you and the padawan next.

Without another word you bolted, grabbing Caleb’s hand and sprinting to the trees. You didn’t look back. You had to make sure the kid was safe.

Hunter

“Wait!” He’ll give chase before stopping at the tree line. He had never seen you look so devastated and afraid.

He’s going to follow you. Of course he is. He’s just as confused as everyone else.

Until Tech finally finds out what's going on

“The Jedi have been ordered to be executed.” “Which one?” “All of them.”

“What!? Why!?” Hunter is panicked at this point. The troopers behind him have orders to kill. They won’t show you mercy.

“Apparently they’ve committed treason.”

By the time he finds you, Caleb had already jumped across the ravine and was waiting for you. You turned, tears in your eyes.

“I can feel it…everyone is being killed.”

“We’re going to figure this out,” He’s going to try and calm you down, “I promise, we’re going to figure this out.” His arms are around you.

It wasn’t safe for you. Not anywhere near him and the others. He knows this. You know this.

The two of you come up with a hurried plan.

“Go to these coordinates. Once we know what's going on, I’ll come find you.” He’ll kiss you passionately, “Get the kid and hide.”

Hunter won’t go with you. He’s the squad leader. He can’t just go missing.

Despite the fear that you’ll be found out, he trusts you and your skills to stay alive.

Once you jump across, he’ll watch, make sure no one follows or tries to shoot at you.

Once he’s questioned on your whereabouts, he’s going to lie, “I managed to stab the kid and shoot the Jedi. both of them fell into the water.”

I will say, his nerves are shot until he gets to you again.

But in the meanwhile? He’s antsy. Anxious and a tad distracted.

Also a hairs trigger from snapping.

Crosshair badgers him at Kamino and Hunter barely holds back a punch.

Hunter loves you, so damn dearly. And right now he can’t protect you because he needs to figure out what the fuck is going on.

But, after finding the truth and getting Omega, he makes a damn beeline for the coordinates he gave you.

Plus side? Caleb and Omega become friends.

Echo

What the FUCK just happend!?

He sprints into the trees to keep up, ignoring how Hunter is calling his name.

“Echo, get back here!”

“No.” He will cut off his comms.

He’s an ARC trooper, he can track you to a degree. He’s not like Hunter, but he gets to the general area where you are.

He manages to get to a clearing where you and Caleb are hiding in the trees.

“Cyare!” Echo is clearly confused, worried and he swears he feels the same amount of death that’s overwhelmed you.

Once you reveal yourself, his helmet is off and his arms are around you so tightly.

“I don’t know what's going on, but I’ll keep you and Commander Dume safe.”

Hunter and Crosshair catch up to you, and once Crosshair aims his blaster at you and Caleb, Echo is ready to brawl.

He stands protectively in front of you, gun aimed at the sniper, “If your skinny ass doesn’t put the fucking gun away I swear to-!”

“Both of you stand down!” Hunter will have to get between them, because Echo is 100% willing to shoot Crosshair if it means you stay safe.

He’s not aware Crosshair doesn't exactly have a choice at the moment.

Really no one is aware.

But he’s lost domino squad, he’s lost Fives, he's lost legion, right now his former general is probably being killed…He’s lost so much already.

He refuses to lose you too.

So Echo pulls the trigger first, settling on stunning him and making a dash towards the ravine. Hunter has to keep up.

Once Caleb is across, he’ll get meetup coordinates from Hunter.

Echo goes with you. He doesn’t return to Kamino. The moment he's across the ravine with you and Caleb he’s a deserter.

He doesn’t care. He just doesn’t want to lose you.

He’s a strong, determined guard, and one who didn’t let you or Caleb get hurt.

Wrecker

He casts a glance at Hunter before running off after you.

He has no idea what Order 66 is. Nor does he care.

The guy saw you so…out of it. So scared and confused.

His protective instincts have geared up to 11.

Hunter goes with him, while Crosshair is the one who remains behind to stall.

Once Tech informs everyone that the Jedi have been named traitors and should be executed on sight, Wrecker gets serious. Very serious.

He becomes so unlike himself, even Crosshair is surprised.

Honestly? I see Wrecker as someone willing to gun down any ‘reg’ if they’re threatening his squad or s/o.

Even this early into the Empire.

When he sees you, he’s immediately grabbing you into his arms which causes Caleb to attack.

Admittedly he’s gonna tackle Caleb, only adding to the poor kids terror.

“Wrecker, you're scaring him!”

But after a strong bear hug and an “Easy kid! I’m tryna help you!” The padawan calms down enough to listen.

He puts Caleb down, rips off his helmet and gives you one hell of a kiss.

He’s worried. He’s scared. And he wants to protect you.

Hunter will have to talk him down from running off with you.

The sergeant has to keep his squad together. It sucks but they need to figure out what the heck is happening at the moment.

Wrecker desperately wants to go with you but he can’t abandon his squad.

However, he feels much better once Hunter gives some safe coordinates to lay low and hide.

He’ll get you to the ravine and stand guard until you and Caleb are across and out of sight.

You bet your ass when he meets up with you again he’s not letting you go.

Tech

He isn’t as emotional as the others at the moment. He’s actually focused on gathering as much information in the least amount of time.

He waits, listening to the comm chatter. What is going on? why?

“Execute Order 66.”

After a second, he shares a look with Hunter.

“Tech, go after-”

No more words need to be said. Tech is gone and going after you.

He’s smart. He knows your patterns. He knows where you’d most likely hide. So he focuses on that.

Once he’s confident he’s in a broad area where you and Caleb are, he’s going to call out to you, “Cyare? There’s something called Order 66 on the comms.”

Tech gives you information first. He won’t make you reveal yourself if you don’t feel safe enough.

When Echo announces that the Jedi have been charged with treason, he’ll relay that to you.

“The comms say the Jedi committed treason against the Republic,” He’s going to keep looking around for you, “I know you. You’d never do such a thing. I’m here, Cyare. I can help you.”

Once you reveal yourself, Caleb behind you, he feels the biggest amount of relief.

He pulls off his helmet, giving you a small smile.

“Tech…The Jedi…” your voice cracks, “They’re being killed…I can feel it.”

“I know, Cyare…I’m sorry.” He tries his best to comfort you, but he knows he can never understand.

The amount of Jedi he’s worked with can be counted on one hand.

But he knows this is your family. Your friends. Your very life.

Once Hunter meets up with you guys, a plan can be put in place.

He gives you coordinates for a location to meet-up and hide. You’ll lay low with Caleb.

In the meantime, Tech will return to Kamino, figure out what's happening, and from there a better, more long term plan can be made.

Before you leave though, he’s going to give you the longest, most passionate kiss he's ever given you.

He’s well aware that there's a chance you can be found and killed.

Tech is the only one who has accepted that you may not make it out of this.

But he’s going to keep his mind occupied, distract himself until he’s by your side again.

Crosshair

As soon as the order goes out, Crosshair is under the influence of the inhibitor chip.

He just doesn’t know. No one does at this point.

He watches you run away with Caleb and the drive to hunt you down is hard to ignore.

He needs to find you to kill you, to protect you.

But, the sudden headache he has is damn near blinding.

Crosshair follows Hunter, keeping his comms on.

He freezes when Tech finds out the Jedi have been marked for execution.

The Inhibitor Chip in his skull is contending with his feelings for you.

He needs to execute save you.

When he spots you he pulls his rifle and aims but barely manages to stop himself.

He can’t hurt you. He needs to kill loves you.

Crosshair draws some sort of conclusion that Kaminoans had conditioned all clones to follow specific orders.

He doesn’t know of the chip. He just assumes it comes from the troopers' conditioning.

When his arms are around your body, for a brief moment he thinks of snapping your neck.

Good soldiers follow orders.

He hates orders.

This is the point where Crosshair knows something is seriously wrong with him.

But he’s not going to say anything yet. He can still fight if need be.

“You need to run…hide…get away from here.” it's a rare moment that he’s scared.

The sniper is desperate to shoot protect you.

The headache is persistent, and it’s somewhat distracting.

But he’ll power through.

Crosshair will wait for Hunter to come up with…something.

His eyes are on the area around you, gun set to kill in case any reg tries anything.

The plan? Clone Force 99 returns to Kamino while you and Caleb go into hiding.

You have coordinates. He can find you later.

But…well Crosshair doesn’t like that. At all.

Hear me out. Like Echo, Crosshair goes with you. He knows somethings up with him, but he trusts himself more than he trusts anyone else.

“Tell Kamino they killed me.” He instructs Hunter, “That I died trying to stop the Jedi and you managed to get justice.”

He crosses the ravine with you, only looking back to nod back to Hunter.

By the time Crosshair, you and Caleb safely get off the planet, his headache is a small annoyance that goes away with time.

Crosshair sticks with you until he reunites with his squad and notices Omega

Welp, you got Caleb, what's one more kid?

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verybadatwriting · 1 year ago

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very good!!! :D

I love it!

Useless

Pairing: None

Word Count: 2,936

Prompt: “May I request that the Reader is Anakin’s Padawan and she gets captured on a mission. But she escapes or Anakin Saves her and it’s just a cute comforting reunion. Also that her and Anakin have a family bond, like she views him as a parental figure and not romantically.”

Warnings: Descriptions of torture.

AO3 Link (I would recommend using this if the formatting on tumblr mobile is acting up.)

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When you wake up, it takes you a moment to remember exactly where you are, eyes still shut to avoid any source of light. There’s an ache in your skull, and you realize very quickly that your hands are bound above you.

Your eyes snap open then, ignoring the painfully bright light as you try to take in your surroundings, survival instincts taking over. The room is empty aside from the intensely luminous machine you’re restrained to, but beyond a window in the side wall you can see masked figures around a control panel.

“Ah, young Jedi, so good of you to finally join us,” a voice says, and it’s then that the memories finally come back. The mission, the supposedly simple rescue mission, the traitor, the trap… the sound of Anakin’s voice shouting stop rings clear in your mind. You had already breathed in the sedative, though; you were on the ground before they even started firing.

God, you couldn’t have been more useless if you’d tried.

“We’re going to ask a few simple questions, and should you fail to provide the answer we want, we shall… motivate you toward cooperation.”

Not even a second follows their words before a current runs through you, your entire body seizing with the force of the electricity. When it passes, you immediately fall forward, breathing heavy. “That was merely a small taste of our machine’s capabilities, so do keep that in mind when choosing your words, Jedi.

“Where is Admiral Coburn stationed?”

You understand from their first question alone that they have no clue you’re a Padawan. The information they’re asking for is something even Anakin might not know, and you’re the one strapped to a torture device, expected to answer.

You’re about to admit you have no idea before holding your tongue, suddenly aware that these people would have no hesitation in killing someone that’s no longer of use.

You have to make them think you’re useful.

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therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 16 days ago

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Can you do a reaser g/n who is the equivalent to John wick. With Steve

♡ [TFP] STEVE/ST3V3 HCs!

anon, you asked after i said reqs were closed but i lowkey think the request is FIRE because the idea factory started going overdrive… it's kinda short though! forgive me :,,)

scenario: you're here because you get paid, a super efficent mercernary with a penchant for violence and the vehicons adore you for that, especially the one with the worst luck known to Cybertron

warnings: one sided from steve angst(?)

— He knew he wasn't supposed to, ST3V3 knew damn well he was never supposed to but how couldn't he? So what if you're a higher ranking bot and he's just an expendable clone! You technically don't have a rank though… You're just a mercenary-for-hire Megatron calls upon when everything's gone to slag. You make it clear you don't work for the tyrant and that you're only here because he has you on his payroll which all the vehicons are jealous of. But they respect it too. It makes you admirable in a way.

— And your lack of an alignment does make you a gamble for his benefactor but ST3V3 couldn't resist, even if he shouldn't. It was pathetic really, how, Pit, not even kindness but basic decency had him so utterly smitten. Only other mech was Breakdown but Breakdown was more of the pleasantries and conversation kind, you were actively saving their lives and from a trip to the medbay.

— It was the little things that really got to him. The fact that you bothered to remember the codenames of all the Vehicons you met, the way you actually tried to make sure none of them got hurt when you're one-on-one against an Autobot… And you get real violent.

— But he'd be lying if he said seeing you covered in energon wasn't ominously attractive in some strange kind of way. Maybe he's sustained too much blaster damage to his helm…

— He kinda also wants to be in the same position as those sorry Autobot troopers beneath you but in a different context.

— There's something about being treated like an actual individual that gets to him a lot. While you certainly aren’t a conversationalist, your cautiousness to make sure more Vehicons don't get terminated and the way you acknowledge their existence is sparkfelt to him. You somehow even knew who was who despite all of them looking almost alike!

— ST3V3's spark skips a beat every time you actually address him by his designation, the name he chose for himself— “Steve”. It's a bit monotone and dare he say, almost in the manner Shockwave would've said it in but even then, it gets him all giddy. Secretly of course.

— But… turns out, most of the Vehicons felt the same way about you. You are certainly a popular subject amongst them, they talk about you at least once a day. However, most of them admire only from a distance. Also, sometimes their talk about you is… less than savoury. It’s like in those movies where they go; “check out that babe over there”, cue someone whistling, “ohhh, i see that alright…”. Basically, they talk like old perverts. And they do envy ST3V3…

— Because he gets to talk to you a lot more than the rest of them. ST3V3 is known for his horrendously bad luck so you end up saving his tailpipe from more damage. Of course, you're doing this as a professional courtesy.

— They don't realize that you see them as individuals because you've never really been around drones before, you genuinely think of them as people and so, you think of them as being on the same team which is the only reason you look out for them.

— Now, ST3V3 and the other Vehicons get more reckless when they're assigned to help you out on missions you're hired for. They're endangering themselves on purpose so you could be their hero. You're like their angel. Even though you are far, far from one.

— ST3V3 still gushes thinking about that day when you held him in your servos for a brief moment when he was about to land flat onto his faceplate because of an explosion.

— At some point, you even have a chat with Megatron about how improperly trained his Vehicon troops are. Having the ball bearings to, respectfully, ask him if the Vehicons have had their combat programming curtailed. Lord Megatron could've blasted a shot right through your chassis for that one! ST3V3 is impressed by your courage. Megatron keeps you around because you're useful.

— ST3V3 is the number one culprit, he's already got terrible luck without even trying. So when you mention ST3V3 to Megatron, he's… he's confused. He has a ST3V3 in his ranks? What? Since when? Why an Earth name? And you just blink in confusion at his confusion. There's an awkward silence between the two of you. Megatron thinks you've gone off the rails by bothering to remember the names of drones. But he doesn't say that to you, judging you in silence but you can feel his judgement, heavily.

— You keep your optics peeled for ST3V3 and try to make sure he's not in a position where he's in trouble but even then, somehow, by some spark-forsaken curse or something (you're starting to believe he may actually be cursed), he still ends up in trouble! Under blaster fire, under debris, under falling Autobots. He hopes maybe someday he'll be under you instead.

— You're not an easily frustrated individual. You never really were one. So you scold ST3V3; the nicest, most polite, well-mannered and sparkfelt (his definition of sparkfelt is basic decency) way any bot as ever dared to speak to him in and he swore he fell even harder. The other Vehicons are seething in jealousy.

— Sometimes, ST3V3 fantasizes about being taken away to your world— wherever it is that you go in your spacecraft after you're done with what you were paid to do. Would you take him there? Primus, he hopes you do. But he knows it will never really happen.

— He gets easily distracted in a fight when you're there so his natural talent for finding trouble comes to him. But you're giving him a mouthful afterwards so… it's still a win in ST3V3’s book! He gets to be saved by you AND gets to hear you talk to him.

— You give ST3V3 a look of acknowledgement in the hallway once and he's been boastful about it to the other Vehicons since. His visor makes it hard for you to discern what he feels so you can't tell his excitement. They're all incredibly jealous.

— One time, he actually did something right for once and you applauded him. ST3V3 has had that memory engraved into his databanks and he's been clinging onto it for cycles.

— ST3V3 gets so awkward around you but you can't really blame him! You're intimidating. From your dark aura to the way you are on the field, it really makes you attractive and scary. Sometimes you crack a joke every now and then, it surprises him a bit but he laughs a bit. He's trying not to laugh out loud and look like a total idiot though‐ He doesn't want you to think he's even worse of an awkward clutz.

— You call him many things; trouble magnet, auto-bait, autobot detector (he's the first one to get shot at), adrenaline junkie, the world's worst good luck charm... many notable names. It's.. kinda funny though so he tries to not let it get to him. But the other Vehicons tease him with it too. Call him an actual pet-name and he will melt though. Something like 'sweetspark' and he's on his knees.

— He's so into you, it's not even funny at this point. ST3V3 wants you badly. So very badly. He gets extremely jealous when he sees Knockout try and shoot his shot at you, he doesn't really do anything about the jealousy he feels nor does he blame Knockout for even trying. He would too if he had a higher rank.

— He wouldn't actually try pursuing you though. ST3V3, as well as the other Vehicons know that they don't have a chance here. They're just Vehicon drones and they'll terminate as Vehicon drones… No matter how much they dream otherwise, the dark struggles of being a Vehicon are endless.

okay guys i'm still not done with OG batch of requests, ik i said i'd only be taking ten but there was an excess amount. so i did the ones that i felt i could write quickly first and moved onto the ones i feel would require more detail and my own special touch last. also pls, pls don't request when requests are closed :(( i feel inclined to write them and end up feeling bad when i don't... theres just like three more though so im good, cooling extra special for my moots :P

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momojedi · 1 year ago

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Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

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emperor-palpaminty · 1 year ago

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Kix X Reader

Hi I had feelings for the last clone and I wanted some angst so. Have some Kix. Here is his wookiepedia which is interesting! It may give you some context as well. This is a part of my underappreciated clones series- send in a clone you don't think gets enough love!

Also BTW this armor SLAPS (from his Wookiepedia)

You had seen all kinds of outcasts, outlaws, and outsiders come by your little hostel. It offered a safe place for people to come stay. With the empire crumbled and a new order trying to be rebuilt, people needed somewhere safe to lay their heads.

You only had one rule: no fighting or killing within the walls of your domain. If they did, they would be subject to being booted out or being hunted down by the other patrons.

And you did not want these patrons getting peeved at one another.

You sighed. The air was humid on this planet. Money and business was good, and that seemed to be enough for you to never leave whenever the inkling came to mind to scurry off this planet. Especially in a galaxy as turbulent as this one- it felt like little skirmishes were still outbreaking, with bounty hunters and gangsters slowly finding their places and rising in this more free and open universe without an Empire to bow down to. Your arm hurt from scrubbing the counter.

Your parents had met in the war. You didn't hear them talk too much about it- war is war, they said, and it is better to not discuss these things.

So you let it stay quiet as they established the little inn. Their scars and weapons hanging on walls behind the counters or hidden in closets did all the talking.

Everyone needed a place to rest. Surviors and deserters and bounty hunters. It made money.

But you never knew who would walk in the door.

Even when the door opened, you could sense the meloncholy weight on his shoulders. You didn't pay much attention to the feelings that plagued you when you saw people- the sadness, the anger, the dread.

This guy was just tired.

You glanced up when the footsteps stopped by you. It gave you pause- his armor looked like a storm trooper, but so very different. Scuffed, but layers of paint were placed in some places as if to rebrand himself, but the stark white armor always coming forward and revealing itself.

A deserter, perhaps?

It was the helmet that made it dawn on you- the shape of the visor. Whatever this man was, he was not a storm trooper, or at least you didn't think so.

A modulated sound came through his helmet. You blinked, making an apologetic sound, and he repeated himself. "A room, please?"

Please. As you nodded and turned to grab a card, something in you kneaded softly against your chest as you handed it to him.

A jolt shot through your hands as you felt the tip of his own hand, a smooth glove, brush your own skin. He was quiet, and only nodded and mumbled his thanks before leaving.

An unusual patron indeed.

You didn't see his face the first couple of nights. He would keep his helmet on, turned away from everyone. You heard stories of some Mandalorians being very private with their faces, and you heard him speaking mando'a over the comm system in his helmet, which looked vaugely Mandalorian from what you had seen.

He didn't walk like a Mandalorian though. He was broad, and treaded carefully. His head was level and his voice was soft. He didn't want attention called to him, even if it was hard to not notice him. The scuffed blue paint stood out to the reds, the metals, the browns and blacks that other folks who came through wore.

Your eyes always found the blue armor.

You rounded the corner, carrying the clean towels. You had a nice and folded stack, pausing on occasion to tuck one by each door. They were clean and still warm, but somewhat worn. Not that anyone minded- a clean towel was a luxury in this part of the galaxy. You hummed softly, kneeling down to set the towel neatly on the little table by the door.

It opened swiftly, making you step back in surprise. A sound caught in your throat and you nearly fell back, the towels tumbling from your arm.

A hand caught your arm and kept you from effectively smacking into the floor. You adjusted at the hold and looked up, gulping when the blue helmet tilted. After a moment of silence, he spoke- the first time you heard his voice since he checked in. "You okay?"

You nodded, pulling yourself back up. "Thank you." The grip had been quick and tight. Not that you minded. "Sorry." You leaned down to pick up the towels and start re-folding them.

He knelt down by you and helped. The motions were fluid and un-soldier-like, but he folded every towel crisply and easily, much quicker than you could. You watched as he turned, holding out the towels.

"I should apologize." He said, gently nudging the towels into your arms.

That was the extent of the conversation- He stepped away and moved down the hall, steps silent. The towels were warm in your hands, and felt softer than before if that was even possible. Your mind flitted to the possibility that, perhaps, he had not always been a mercenary, and that thought lived in your head through the remainder of your tasks.

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ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year ago

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Love you and so grateful for your role in this community, Iris! 💙

Also still one of my favorite Fives stories 🥵🤩

A Lucky Hand - Fives x Fem!Reader

Crossposted on A03

Fives finds himself running low on credits during a game of pazaak with his favorite mechanic, but a risky wager on his end might end up benefitting both of you.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Oral Sex (f/m receiving). Drinking, PiV intercourse, (let me know if I miss anything!)

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“And I win another round! Come on Fives, at this rate you should just hand me all your credits,” You tease at the clone sitting across the table from you. Your smirk is met with a scowl that doesn’t reach his sparkling amber eyes. The 501st is on leave on Coruscant, and they’re one of your favorite clone battalions. You work as a mechanic at the military base where their barracks are, and once the war started up you got to know a bunch of the troops as they came through to ask for your help on any equipment they damaged on their last deployment. This is how you got to know Fives particularly well; if something could break, Fives would find the way to do it.

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starrylothcat · 2 years ago

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Hey hey! Love your writing!

I wanted to ask for some nsfw headcannons for Wolffe, Cody, and Rex. Where their F!Jedi reader keeps force projecting different sex scenes of them together during a briefing; with the boys trying to keep it together during the briefing and their reactions/what they say to her after.

I also just wanted to say, that you are one my favorite TCW/TBB writers on Tumblr!

Distractions - NSFW Headcanons with Cody, Wolffe, and Rex

Summary: You decide to spice up a pre-mission briefing meeting by projecting naughty visions to your clone, knowing you’ll pay for it later.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Absolute filth. Smut. No real plot. Dom vibes from Wolffe and Cody, slightly rough handling but everything consensual. Fingering, oral, PiV sex. Reader a Jedi, not described in detail.

Pairings: Cody x Fem!JediReader, Wolffe x Fem!JediReader, Rex x Fem!JediReader

WC: Around 2,000 total (bullet points)

A/N: Let me tell you, the squeal I squealed when I got this ask! Thank you for this filthy request, anon! And thank you for your even kinder comment, I was having some self-doubt in my writing lately and I’m glad that you are enjoying my silly little stories, it means a lot to me and I love writing for y’all!

This is pure smutty goodness below the cut, I hope it’s what you envisioned. I had fun writing this for sure! I kinda got carried away with Rex, oops. Enjoy! 💛

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💛 Cody 💛

He is a tough man to crack.

He’s always the Marshal Commander, taking his duties seriously on and off the battlefield.

You started innocently, visions of you kissing up and down his torso, slowly taking off his armor and blacks, fondling his cock, whispering how good of a girl you’ve been and that you’re ready to please your Commander in any way.

Cody didn’t even look at you, though you saw his hand twitch slightly at his side.

You smiled to yourself, projecting a more enticing scene into his mind.

This time, you were sucking his cock, his gloved hand wrapped in your hair, mumbling how amazing your lips felt around him, how much he was going to reward you later for being so good to him.

Still, nothing. Though his jaw seemed tense as he listened to Obi-Wan go over battle plans.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game, an exceedingly dangerous game, one that you will be thouroughly punished for later.

The thought shot a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, upping the ante again, needing him to crack.

The next image was of you, laying on his bunk, pleasuring yourself, two fingers deep inside your sopping pussy, your other hand pinching and tweaking your nipples writhing and moaning in pleasure, getting off completely fine without his assistance.

Since my Commander can’t be bothered to help me, I have to take matters into my own hands…

You held that teasing, lewd image in his mind, and you could almost feel the blade of his stare pierce straight through you as he finally made eye contact across the room.

It was a simple gesture that said so much, and you knew you had him.

After the meeting, you went straight to your personal quarters, knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

As your door hissed closed behind you, it was open again, and Cody had you pinned to a nearby wall so fast you barely had time to register what was happening.

Cody was deadly silent as he crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing as his armored body pressed into your robed one.

You smirked against his lips as he pulled away for air, your lungs burning. “Cody-“

Cody growled as he flipped you around, your face pressed up agains the wall, tugging down your robes, revealing your ass to him and your glistening pussy.

He gave your ass a solid smack, his lips against your ear, heavy and commanding.

“You’re not getting away with this.”

You sighed in both pain and pleasure, hearing the clunk of his codpiece hitting the floor, his fingers gripping your ass hard as he rubbed his rigid cock at your entrance.

“Is this what you wanted?” He husked, “to be filled by your Commander? To beg for this cock? Oh, mesh’la, you’ll be begging.”

You let out a whine as he teased your dripping entrance with his cockhead, already thinking you maybe took it a little too far with your visions, knowing he was a man true to his word.

It was too late now.

“Cody, please, I need-“

Smack! Another slap to your ass, his other hand wandering between your folds.

“Only good, obedient girls get this cock. After that stunt in the comm room, you have a lot to make up for.“

He swiped a finger over your clit, causing you to cry out, your body twitching, unable to move much between the wall and his solid form behind you.

He roughly rubbed your clit, pushing two fingers into your entrance, immediately finding the spongy spot that made you see stars.

“You’re soaking, mesh’la, so needy for me.”

You could feel your release coming quickly, choking out his name as his other hand groped at your breast.

Cody knew you were close, feeling you tighten around him, your high pitched moans giving you away.

Cody removed his fingers right as you were about to reach your peak.

You whimpered, trying to lean back against him, desperate for your release, for anything.

Cody spun you around again, pressing his gloved fingers soaked with your juice to your lips.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you cum. You haven’t proved yourself to me, though. Now be a good girl, and clean me up.”

You licked his gloved fingers clean, tasting yourself and giving him a little show of what you could do with your tongue, if you let him.

Cody’s eyes darkened, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“On your knees, mesh’la. Like I said, you have a lot to make up for.”

🖤 Wolffe 🖤

The image you projected was absolutely filthy.

Your hands were pinned behind your back by his large hand, the other pressing between your shoulder blades keeping you down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind.

You were shamelessly moaning his name like a dirty Holofilm star, crying out for him to go harder, faster.

You stood at attention, casually glancing at him, noticing a bead of sweat forming at Wolffe’s temple.

You could sense he was trying his best not to leap over the holomap and ravage you in front of everyone.

You decided he had enough of the first fantasy, briefly closed your eyes, projecting another scene into his mind.

You were on your knees in front of him, your mouth open as he shoots ropes of cum all over your face, greedily lapping it up, kissing up and down his still-hard cock, begging for more.

Wolffe’s eyes flashed at you, his cybernetic eye and scar making him look more dangerous than usual, his eyes narrowing.

Got him.

You were enjoying watching him keep it together, a vein bulging at his forehead, his neck tense as he stood at attention, listening to Master Koon’s hologram.

You knew you were in for it after the meeting.

That was the entire point.

Wolffe was practically kicking down the door to your personal quarters after the meeting, pinning you to your bed, his mouth ravaging yours, moving down to suck and bite at your neck, hard.

He had your wrists held above your head with one hand, his grip like iron.

There was no escape.

“What was that?” He growled as he continued the assault on your neck, his hand tightening even more around your wrists that were wiggling to get free.

You whined as his hand that was digging into your waist moved under your robes, up toward your breasts.

“Answer me, mesh’la. Or you won’t get what you so obviously want.”

His gloved touch left a trail of fire on your skin, sending goosebumps across your body and a jolt of arousal straight to your pussy, your panties wet at the anticipation.

“You looked bored during the meeting.” You smirked at up at him, breathy pants leaving you as he touched you. “Thought you could use some entertainment.”

Wolffe’s gaze darkened at your teasing tone, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Without warning, he ripped open the front of your robes, yanking down your breast band.

You yelped as he attacked your breasts with this lips and teeth, leaving more marks for him to gently kiss over later when he was through with you.

“Do you want my cum, mesh’la? Is that what you want?” Wolffe grunted against your flushed skin as he switched to your other breast.

You gasped a yes, his teeth expertly nipping and tugging at your sensitive bud.

You writhed, your wrists still restrained above your head by his strong hand.

“I’ll fill your mouth to the brim, and you’ll swallow every drop, isn’t that right you filthy girl?”

You nodded, almost delirious just at his mouth on your nipples. He hadn’t even really started touching you yet.

“And then I’ll fill that pretty pussy of yours, but only if you behave. Will you behave for me?”

“Y-yes!” Your voice cracked, needing him to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.

“Yes…?” He stopped, his predatory gaze locking on you.

“Yes…Commander.”

“Good girl.”

Wolffe continued ravaging your breasts, your mewls filling the room.

“Please, I want your cock inside me, I want you to cum so deep inside me, Wolf-Commander. I’ll be good, I promise…”

Wolffe released your wrists, your hands finally free.

“You haven’t been good though, you knew that the second you invaded my mind with those visions.”

Wolffe sat up, and began removing his armor. You forgot it was even still on.

“I’ll make sure you’re properly punished for such distractions, and then I’ll decide when you’re ready for my cock.”

You shivered at his promise as he climbed over you, just in his blacks, the outline of his rigid cock straining against the fabric.

“I dunno, Commander. You seem to be all bark and no bite.” You teased, knowing you were getting yourself into even more trouble.

A dark chuckle reverberated in his chest, ripping your pants and panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.

Wolffe grasped your thighs, biting down into the soft flesh of your inner leg, earning a loud yelp from you as his tongue eased the first of many marks he will leave on your body.

“Be careful what you wish for, mesh’la.”

💙 Rex 💙

You had him sweating and fidgeting as Rex tried to keep a straight face in the briefing room.

Rex was attempting to listen to the mission report, but your vision in his mind was proving to be quite the distraction.

You were on his face, his hands grasping your thighs as he feasted on your pussy from below.

“Rex, oh kriff, more, please, I need your big cock, I want you to ruin me.”

Rex gave you a desperate look from across the room, slightly shaking his head.

You ignored his pleading glance, changing the vision.

Now, you were splayed out on his desk in his private Captain’s quarters, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you, your back arching as you rubbed your clit, cumming over and over again around him.

His desk was dripping with your juices, your breasts bouncing almost comically as you cried out his name, hamming up the vision to see Rex squirm.

Rex suddenly coughed, everyone in the room looking at him momentarily.

You rocked on your heels, hands behind your back, pretending to listen as the pre-mission brief continued, completely innocent.

Finally, the meeting ended.

You exited the room, Rex quickly walking past you.

“My office. Now.” He hissed quietly, before being called over by Anakin to discuss further plans.

When Rex opened the door to his office, you were sitting at his desk, waiting for him.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, General.” Rex strode up to you, placing his hands on his desk, leaning over toward you.

You loved it when he used his serious Captain voice on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”

“You know.” His voice dropped an octave, husky and gruff, just how you liked it.

“You’ll have to elaborate. I can’t read minds.”

Rex stood up straight, his expression unreadable. You continued to sit in his chair as he walked around the desk and over to you.

Rex leaned down again, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, caging you in.

For a moment, you thought he was actually upset with you. You felt guilty, maybe you did take it too far in the meeting.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but Rex spoke first.

“I think you can, mesh’la. How else would you know those visions are what I think about doing to you every waking moment?”

His lips were hovering centimeters from yours, a quiet gasp leaving your lips, your body quivering at his statement.

Oh, he liked it.

His breath fanned over your face, feeling your panties dampen, his usual soft eyes glazed over with lust.

You leaned forward to close the small distance, wanting to taste him, but he pulled away, avoiding your kiss.

“Mmm, mesh’la. You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” Rex purred in your ear, his gloved hand snaking up your neck, tilting your head to the side.

He placed a hot kiss right below your ear, lazily licking your neck.

“Rex…” you sighed, grasping at his shoulder pads, his teeth grazing your skin, his lips pressing to the side of your jaw.

“You want something from me?” He removed himself from you, kneeling between your legs.

“I’m not sure if you deserve it. I could write you up for what you did back there.”

Rex hooked his fingers under your pants, pulling them down your legs. You lifted your ass, helping him remove your lower clothes.

“Yeah? What would the report say?” You shuddered as Rex began lavishing your bare thighs, teeth and tongue sucking and nibbling as he slowly made his way up to your aching apex.

You could feel Rex smirk against your skin.

“My General coercing me into questionable situations. Inappropriate use of Jedi abilities.”

Rex stopped right at your core, aching and throbbing for him. You could feel his breath on your pussy, desperate now for any friction.

You let out a frustrated whine as Rex kissed your inner thigh, ignoring where you needed him most.

“Rex…”

“Patience, mesh’la. You need a lesson in discipline, it seems.”

Rex brushed his nose against your clit, your hips instinctually bucking up toward him, your hands grasping at his buzzed hair.

You groaned impatiently as he gently kissed your labia, touching you everywhere but your clit.

“You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” He rumbled into your core, a finger now teasing your entrance.

You panted, knowing you asked for this, that you deserved this, but you could still protest to his teasing.

“Captain, please…” You begged, shifting your hips, hoping he would press his finger knuckle deep inside you.

Rex continued to just tease your entrance with his finger tip, slowly circling, not quite pressing all the way inside.

“Kriff, you’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you on my desk? Do you want to cum over and over again on my cock?”

You nodded, heavy pants the only sound able to leave your lips as he finally pressed his finger inside.

“Use your words, is that what you want?”

Rex’s lips were brushing over your clit, the teasing almost too much.

“Y-yes! Please, Rex, I need you inside me!” Your words came out as a garbled cry as he suddenly sucked on your clit, adding a second finger to your pussy, stretching you so deliciously you thought you might cry, pleasure shooting up your spine.

And his cock wasn’t even inside you yet.

“You’ll get my cock, mesh’la, don’t worry. But first, I want you to cum just like this.” Rex added a third finger, his tongue and lips circling your clit, your vision white from the pleasure as you squirmed and writhed in his chair, totally at his mercy, your orgasm building quickly.

You came apart on his fingers, shaking and sobbing his name, pleasure coursing through you as Rex’s fingers and mouth worked you through your first orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” Rex’s pupils were blown with desire, licking his lips as he cleaned you up, his baritone voice was laden with desire, his control now gone.

You barely had time to come down from you high as Rex easily lifted you onto his desk, removing his codpiece in a flash, pulling down his blacks far enough for his flushed, dripping cock to spring free.

“And you’re going to cum again, and again, and again. Are you ready, mesh’la? This is what you asked for.”

Your answer was a cry of his name, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed into you, starting a devastating pace, fucking you exactly like you showed him in your vision.

Your last coherent thought before being so thoroughly fucked and blissed out by your Captain was that you should definitely tease him like this more often.

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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 2 months ago

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Anakin as you bf

Sum random ass headcanons I CRAVE for this man (pls I beg more of I BEG)

Tw: might be bit ooc since I'm still learning about him but rn he screams all of this for me, just fluff

-He a tease, gets worse once you guys finally get together.

-Can see him whispering sweet nothings in your ear or just blows air just to see you shiver outta nowhere

Making you blush is part of his hobby now. He just adores it when get shy with him. Look away all you want but he gon make sure to see that precious face of your heat up 🫠

-likes to rest his head on your lap whenever he feels stuffs too much for him. Like he'll flop down infront of you and let his head flop on your thighs, letting his body finally relax after a long day.

PLEASE play with his hair too he finds it so soothing he could just knock out right there 😭 💕💕💕

-Tries to keep things on the low cuz....jedi rules and stuff, but just like in the movies and shows he failed miserably cuz he basically can't keep his hands to himself 😭💀💀💀

He touchstarved ok?! Cut him sum slack, not his fault u make him wanna squish you at every opportunity possible

Cuteness aggression. Beware once yall out of sight of anyone he gonna pounce on you for cuddles, unless he got stuff to do he is NOT moving good fucking luck lol

-Don't let him know your ticklish. DO NOT LET HIM FIND OUT IT WILL BE YOU DAMN END,

will sometimes poke on your sides when u least expect it cuz he just finds it so cute seeing squeak in surprise. Scold him for it all you like that just makes him wanna do it more 😫

-Gives you the softest look when you talk to him, you may talking about the weirdest shi but my guy here smiling like a goof as he just wonders how was he so lucky to have you

ngl sometimes he would just be so busy looking at you to the point you blabbing becomes a background noise, is not that he doesn't listen it's just that he a simp and can't help to just look at you a dream of having a life together the both of you

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A/N: pls ask me for more parts rn cuz I wanna ramble on him sm I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY FFS 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

#star wars x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #fic?#reader insert #anakin fic #clone wars fic #darth vader fic

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sokamw · 2 months ago

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Darth Maul x Reader

Misty nightmare

Summary:

It’s a rainy night on Dromund Kaas and Maul is having nightmares from the torture he has endured at the hands of his master Darth Sidious.

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Maul removed one hand from your hip, caressing the hand holding him.

“These feelings are tied to me, as my soul is so unyieldingly tied to yours, my love” he rasped.

Hello, enjoy some angst and fluff with Darth Maul on a rainy day on Dromund Kaas. <3

You can also access the story on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65280319

Pit, pat, pit, pat…

A cold breeze flows through you.

The only thing your mind registered was the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on your body.

Huh strange.

These raindrops were so fast.

It’s like they were attacking your skin from all angles without leaving a trace of cover.

Pit, pat, pit, pat…

“Have mercy!”

You startled as your mind perceived a pleading voice crying out in agony.

“Please, please!”.

Shallow breaths fluttered from your lips as you tried fighting this unbearable trance. But fighting it seemed to only fuel the unforgiving rain as it increased by the minute.

Each drop seemed to sink into every pore of your body like fire-

no-

like lightning.

Yes, lightning seemed to be more fitting.

As your mind pondered over the bizarre situation you found yourself in, your thoughts came to an abrupt stop.

What was that?

You processed distant whimpers and cries of pain, but no sound was escaping your throat.

No, that wasn’t you. This voice seemed familiar…

The tapping of the rain increased to an unbearable extent, making you feel like being drowned in endless torment.

You felt yourself reaching your breaking point as the last thing you made out was a distant cackling.

“There is no mercy”-

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You awoke with a startle, taking gulps of air as if rising from the depths of Kamino’s stormy oceans. The excruciating burn under your skin lingers painfully as if still under the torment.

What happened? You felt disoriented as your bewildered eyes scanned your surroundings. Thin light streaks emitting from the two moons of Dromund Kaas shined through the big glass panels of the quarters you shared with your husband. As your eyes adjusted to the familiar surroundings, you acknowledged raindrops falling outside the window.

The rainfall seemed to cover every inch of the glass, covering it like a heavy blanket made out of cold water. Your thoughts were momentarily drowned out by the white noise reflecting of the heavy storm on Dromund Kaas.

One glass panel was halfway open, letting the smell of chilly dampness in the air creep into the room and filling your nostrils.

But that wasn’t the only thing your senses registered.

As you managed to calm yourself down to the best of your abilities you acknowledged the figure sleeping next to you whimpering quietly.

Not just whimpering.

Maul’s body lay straight on his back. His head was turned in the opposite direction of you, which is why you could only see the ink-filled back of his head. His horns were leaving sharp indents on the fluffy pillow. As you propped up your elbow to muster the situation better, he whimpered again, trashing his head to the other side.

Now you saw how pain-stricken his tattooed face was. His mouth was stuck in a permanent scowl as he breathed heavy, as if something heavy was pressing down on his chest. Abruptly, you pulled yourself up to aid him.

“No, no-“

Your worry increased as he started muttering words.

“Always remember-

mercy is a lie-

always remember-

I am filth-“

You had to put a stop to this.

“Maul!” you called.

“It’s just a dream” you vocalised as you softly put your hand on his right cheek with the caution of approaching a terrified creature barring its teeth.

“Maul! Wake up-“

Pain.

That’s the next thing you felt -sudden and throbbing- as Maul opened his golden eyes and swung the back of his hand at your head, muscle memory taking over.

As you tried to recoil and take control of the situation by sitting up properly, you heard a growl from the depths of his throat.

Maul bounced bewildered on top of you, pinning you by your throat and squeezing hard.

His other hand shot out to summon and ignite his crimson lightsaber, that’s resting dutifully on his nightstand.

Your hands flew to the strong hand choking you and clawing at it as you tried forcing out a sentence. Anything! But only a strangled sound came out of your throat.

That’s when his hand suddenly stilled and stopped squeezing the life out of you.

His bewildered, but oh so beautiful, golden eyes shone brightly into yours. The only sounds that could be perceived were the sharp intakes of breath coming out of the Zabrak above you and the rhythmic humming of his blade as he registered the lack of threat.

“Maul” you muttered weakly.

The red blade vanished into the silver hilt of the ancient weapon he was clinging to.

His shoulders sank as Maul realised who he was fighting. Heavy shame seeped into the marrow of his shaken bones.

His scared expression shifted to one of anger, instinctively processing the shame into deep-rooted self-hatred.

This subtle change did not go unnoticed by you.

The Zabrak retreated as he pulled himself from your body and flopped down next to you.

“Maul?” you called again, with a soft voice.

His only response was turning his whole body so he was facing the opposite direction of you and subtly curling into himself.

Now you were facing his bare, ink-covered back. You felt your heart breaking painfully slow as you saw your husband in this state.

The sheets rustled softly as your body tried closing the distance between you, but not quite touching yet.

The sound of heavy rainfall increased as a lightning bolt washed the room into a sudden white light.

You knew that the roar of thunder would follow in a matter of seconds.

But before the sound could pierce your ears, you saw Maul gently raise his right hand and quietly close the half-open window with the help of the force.

Maul slightly flinched as you gently put your hand on his upper arm. He didn’t draw his arm back or recoiled, letting your touch rest on him. Your pleading whispers broke the silence:

“Please don’t shut yourself off from me. Don’t push me away-“

“Your reaction time is deficient” he bluntly said in his raspy voice.

“I think I managed pretty well. I was just about to put you in a headlock” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

The effect left much to be desired.

“Maul, look at me” you ordered.

After a moment, you felt him shift and turn around, now facing you.

You were sure you would never get used to how breathtakingly beautiful he was. You silently admired the contours of his crimson face, which was again set in a scowl.

But you could see behind the facade.

His own self-disgust was eating him alive.

“You know I can handle myself, right? It was a mistake, nothing else”

Maul only replied with a humph.

You looked down and took his hand into yours, tracing the black patterns with your thumb. “You wanna talk about it?”

An icy chill crept down your back as you remembered the harrowing dream he must have accidentally projected onto you with the force.

You feel dread form at the centre of your chest as you remember the agonising torture he endured at the hands of his master Darth Sidious.

Maul finally responded with a firm “Talking about it won’t make a difference, but only trouble you more”.

You frowned at him in silent disagreement, moving your body on top of him to straddle his hips.

Maul instinctively put his hands on your waist, holding you tight. The cold feeling of his cybernetic legs under you and the heat radiating off his body comforted you.

Your hand reached out to cradle his cheek, a singular finger brushing the base of the horn near his ear in a soothing gesture.

“You don’t deserve feeling like that, ever. I want to be there for you”

Maul removed one hand from your hip, caressing the hand holding him.

“These feelings are tied to me, as my soul is so unyieldingly tied to yours, my love” he rasped.

You tried ignoring the blush creeping into your cheeks and the flutter you felt in your heart.

“I felt your pain. It was agonising” you sighed.

“My apologies” he gave a quick peck to your hand “I will try to control myself better next time” he genuinely said.

Your heart sank at his words

“No!” you blurted out.

“You’re not alone with this, Maul. I want to help you. My well-being is tied to yours, as my soul is so unyieldingly tied to yours, my love” you cheekily responded, using the same words but nevertheless meaning it with all your heart.

The corners of Maul’s lips lifted up, oh so slightly, in a small smirk.

A small victory.

The corners of your lips lifted into a genuine smile in response.

You leaned down, resting your head into the crook of his neck and feeling his hearts beating. “You’re not alone” you muttered softly as you cradled him. “Ever.”

You basked in the comfort of holding him and feeling his warmth.

“I love you” you murmured, meaning every syllable of it.

Maul wrapped his arms around your body, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, careful of his horns.

“I love you too.” Maul rasped in a soft mutter.

Your warmth and comfort soothed his nerves as your breaths evened out, and you drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

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Thanks for reading :)

#darth maul #darth maul x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfic #star wars #the clone wars #fluff #rainyday #nightmare #darth maul x you #maul shadow lord #reader insert #female reader #force bond

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k8s--space · 3 months ago

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AO3 Master List

IN-PROGRESS STORIES:

"More Than Empty Servitude”

Captain Rex/Female Reader TCW timeline slow burn

Rating: Explicit

Part I Chapters: 79/79

Part II Chapters: 7/?

“Duet in D Minor”

Fives/Female Reader (concurrent TCW timeline with MTES chapters)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 11/?

"The Rain of Kamino"

Commander Oddball/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 6/?

FINISHED STORIES:

"Call Signs"

Commander Oddball/Female Reader

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 4/4

"Ode to the Regs"

A remembrance for those whose stories still deserve to be told.

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

"New Armor, Old Memories"

Post TBB story. Rex bestows Echo with a surprising set of armor.

Rating: G

Chapters: 3/3

"Wim and The Warrior"

Skeleton Crew "What-if" story featuring Kix.

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

"Camaraderie Amidst Chaos"

A glimpse into the Battle of Ryloth from Echo’s POV.

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 1/1

"Let it Out"

Kix encourages Echo and Fives to open up about Domino Squad.

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

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threepandas · 8 months ago

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After The War: Foxx Hunting (Prev <-)

"Commander."

On anyone else, the tone would suggest simple statement. But there was a lilt. A slight inflection, I had long learned to spot, at the end of the word. That made it a greeting. A call. Monotone filled with subtle, near untraceable mocking.

"Tired of running yet, Commander? Or do you want to struggle more? You can, if you want. I can let you. We have time. After all, it really won't change much. There's no where you can go."

Head tilted ever so slightly, at an almost an invisible angle. Posture, military perfect, impossibly so. That perfection bought with pain, torture, born out of brutal necessity. His lips quirked, in an amused curl. At just that same, impossibly slight amount. Too small and indistinct for his tormentors to notice. To take from him.

Just enough to stay human, I had thought. Too stay sane, I had hoped.

I was wrong.

My biggest mistake hunted me. Had all the power in the GALAXY now, to hunt me. All the time he could ever dream, in which to do so. And it was all my fault. Me. It had to be. I... I was the only thing that changed. Tried to make things... things BETTER!

How arrogant. Hubristic. Who the fuck was I? To think I had the RIGHT, to shape and change the fate of an entire GALAXY to my whims? I didn't even know the story. Had been GUESSING, based off STAR WARS. So... so fucking confident. A-and what did that get me? Oh god. O-Oh god!

The blaster burns on my arms and legs screamed, as I forced myself up, one more time. Always, please god, always! J-just one more time! Don't give out on me yet. Not.. not until we are safe. Then. Then! We can cry. Howl and weep, break down and scream.

(My fault. My Fault. MY FAUL-)

None of the characters were an exact match. People were and weren't where they should be. Plots happened out of sequence or not at all. So why? WHY? Did I believe so hard in the Clones? IS it because I loved, still LOVE, the Vode? Did that trust transfer? That emotional connection? Was I tricked? Or was I just a fool? Does it MATTER in the end? If the result is the same?

I brought a monster, straight to Power.

Now they're dead. All my brothers, my sisters, my mentors and friends. Dead, dead, DEAD! Glowing weapons on the ground and a temple filled with DEATH. D-Did the nurseries get out? Please, oh god, let the children have survived my mistake.

Blood stains my robes. Only a tiny fraction of it, is mine.

Sticky and slick, oily and so many colors. The blood does not mix. Too many species, too much ash from the air. If I do not clean or remove it soon? I am likely to get chemical burns, from the reactions developing on the cloth. But again and again. My mistake finds me. A pursuit predator. Intent on wearing me down.

"How long will you try, Commander? You know just as well as I do, that I can afford to wait you out. You'll drop eventually." His tone was so mild, even as his words were horrifying. Overhead, a transport kept steady pace, as I desperately ran from commandos on the streets. "How many days has it been without proper rest? Rations? To stop and think? We've survived far worse then this, Commander. For far longer. We can endure, can you?"

I pull my magic around me, through my screaming legs, to fling myself across a jump they shouldn't be able to make.

Despair surges, as behind me... I hear jetpacks. Ah. They've gotten better gear, at long last. E-Everything I've ever wished for them. Gear and food and safety, at long last! A-At long last. I have to laugh, hysterical and afraid. I just... I just never thought my wish? Would be fulfilled for the purpose of hunting me down.

(I'm so tired. Please, god. No more. Let it stop. Let this nightmare END!)

Jumping, I land in a roll on a level several floors down. The impact is ugly. Agony on my burns and bruises. I may have not taken any direct hits? But those glancing strikes? Still leave marks. Trails of seared, blistering, blaster burns. Like tiger strips. As though you hade been struck, by whip made of fire. Not to mention the concussion grenades.

Yeah, half way through the attack, the Clones had stumbled. Either broken free of the Not Sith's control or come to their senses, deciding to switch to non-lethal weapons. Probably trying to go for the capture instead of the kill. But given the sheer variety of the Knights? One Being's sedative was another's lethal toxin. And the gas attacks...

I... I'm still not even sure if... if Master Rim'Llahiy survived long enough, to get to the healers. The seizures were BAD. He... he didn't deserve that. All he'd ever done, was keep the gardens. Live a quite life. T...Try to defend his home.

Around me, as I run, screens light up. Somehow, I'm the focal point. I... I don't know how he's doing this. It has to be Sketch or Gear, one of the Slicers. Who else could hack into so many systems so easily? The... the knowledge that they're helping him? That everyone of the Guard is HELPING him hunt me? I feel sick.

Was any of it real? Was I friends with ANY of them? Or... Or was I just them happy little slave master, patting myself on the back, because I didn't beat them, unlike the others? Aren't I gracious. Don't you just love me? Say thank you for my grace. Let me feel good about my self! My pretty little charity of the day! Before I skip back off to fairy land! Leaving you all in hell.

Do I deserve this? I... I have to deserve this... right?

Even though I tried. Even though I fought and fought and FOUGHT. Even when that Not A Sith BASTARD tried to kill me at every turn, just to shut me the fuck up, and I WOULDN'T. Because they deserved to be free. Because it was WRONG. Because we took VOWS, remember? Days and days, convincing and campaigning.

I have to... to somehow, deserve this. Because? B-because if I DON'T?

Then What Have I DONE?

City levels and blocks blur together. I couldn't tell you where on this god forsaken ecumenopolis I am anymore. But the others! The others have gotten off planet by now. Surely... surely! They have escaped! Right? They HAVE too. I-It HAS to have been worth it. Becoming bait. M-making myself a target. This... this one last time?

It.. it was WORTH it. Right? Right?!

Please! Please god! Let it have been WORTH IT!!

I skid around a corner. Too tight, not judging it right in my panic, my shoulder clipping the wall hard. Scraping flesh through my robes. Just more bruises and hurt to add to the pile. I don't slow. Can't slow. Feel it but push the pain away. The crash later will be ugly, when I release the magics flowing through me. When the adrenaline fades. But... but either I will live to endure it? Or it will not matter at all.

Too late, though, I see the trap.

I have been corralled. Like a a sheep from my first life, harried by dogs into a pen. Tricked into a corner. No where left to go. The platform I thought was a street? Was an alley between two buildings, leading to a third. A perfect little killbox with only one way out. I stumble, horrified, as I register the truth too late. Spin, already knowing it's too late to double back. But hoping... HOPING....!

Jetpacks. The commando squadron of the guards, touching down at the entrance, a solid line of armor and skill. Better weapons, jet packs, upgraded armor. They... they even seem rested. For the first time in years.

A stark reversal. Now it is I, who is barely holding on. Now I am the one, who has been ground to dust, by the exhaustion of fighting without end. Of running and running. No real food and no real rest. No medicine. No help coming. I want to laugh, scream, weep. So it's to be poetic justice, is it?

But I can not give in.

Forgive me. But I can not, WILL NOT give in. Body exhausted, I draw my blade. The plasma humming as the magics charge. The alleyway fills with light. I took Vows. Owe my soul to the Galaxy and it's people. Regardless of Regime, I have service I must complete. And to do that? I have to be alive.

(I don't care, that they took over. Let them have it. But how could you? How COULD YOU?! The Temple was my home. I am a hypocrite. Here, at the end, I must face that. And now I know it to be true.)

The ship over head dips lower, kicking up a hurricane of wind. My robes whip around me, but I do not move from my opening stance. Ready, not ready, but resigned to it none the less. The Commandos are a silent wall as, from above, a rip cord descends. Clipped to it? Marshall Commander... no, Supreme Commander Foxx.

The Clones newly elected Emperor.

A man I THOUGHT was my friend.

He looked nothing like Commander Fox of the Vode. Hair too long and curling. Face deceptively young looking and boyish. Non regulation piercing hidden under the helmet all Guards wore, day in and day out. They hadn't been able to customize their armor like the others. So they customized themselves.

He wasn't in armor, now. It was somehow worse. The dress uniform an affront, a reminder, like a curse of broken glass. I... I hadn't even known he owned such a thing. It made sense, given his old position. Yet, somehow... somehow? I doubted this was the uniform he had been given. It looked... looked Regal.

"Are we done, now? Got it out of your system? Or should one of us put you on the ground first? Grind your face right against the filthy floor?"

His voice was mild as ever, as he calmly unclipped himself, let the cord retract. He tucked his hands behind his back. Strolled forward with measured steps, assessing eyes, like a general examining untested troops. Picking me apart for weakness, looking for openings in my stance. Injuries on my body. I had seen him do this before. Just... just never thought... it'd be used... a-against me. (How arrogant, I had been.)

"This can stop at any time, Commander. All you have to do? Is stop running. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. You've struggled long enough, don't you think? It's time to be done. To come home. Be taken care off. That's all we want to do, Darling. Commander."

"Surely you can see, that it's BETTER this way? No more war. No more Knights on sabotaged missions. Diplomats to war zones. Children where they shouldn't BE. The Order can be SAFE now. YOU can be safe now. Loved and precious as you always should have been. It's okay now, Commander. Come here. It's okay..."

Foxx's eyes blazed with conviction. They had been brown, like his brothers. They... oh god, they SHOULD have been brown. But as I stared into his face, at those unfamiliar eyes on what should be so familiar a form? Red stared back. The red, Red, RED, of the Fallen.

Foxx had been... had been Energy Sensitive. The Cloners had fucking LIED, when they said it wasn't possible. I had always suspected. Didn't dare bring attention to it. Didn't want my friend to be... to be KILLED. Experimented on. I should have trained him. Done more.

Desperate people will reach for anything, to stop themselves from drowning. And the Dark offers such tempting things. Vengeance and Power. Freedom, no matter the cost. It pays sweetly then corrupts slow. There is always a cost.

I can not risk it.

Shifting my weight to my front leg, in preparation to surge forward, I never get the chance. A two fold thwip! And sharp pinch in my upper arm. I got the first. But the second... a? Dart? No. NO! Panicked, I flood my body with the magics meant to purge drugs and... instantly the world spins. I have somehow just made it worse. W-what?

"Confiscated from slavers, 'bout five months back. It's a high end drug." The Commando with the dart gun said, as though commentingon the weather. "Fairly new, too. Made to react specifically to the Cosmic Energies. Our esteemed Chancellor, may he rot as he deserves, had them developed through several shell companies."

"Really wish you hadn't done that, Commander. Cause, see, the side effects? Are pretty nasty." Foxx commented. Various helmets nodded, the guards body language sympathetic but lacking any remorse. What ever it took to bring me in. To make me Safe.

"Now you're going to be sick for a while. But on the other hand? You are a stubborn one. So maybe this'll give you time to think, hmm? Time to enjoy the pampering a bit. You'll get used to it, learn to be good for me. I know you. You're a smart girl."

My legs couldn't hold me anymore. Despite struggling, I couldn't keep my blade at the ready. Helplessly, I watched as he watched forward. Used a single finger, on the hilt, to push my blade to the side. The lightest of tugs, stealing it from me entirely. At long last, the tears came. I... I was scared. Really, really scared. P-please... Foxx, please...

"Hunts over, Commander. It's time to stop running. You've lost."

"But, that? That's okay. You can lose now. Be weak. Wretched and pathetic and flawed. You don't have to be perfect any more, Commander. I've got you. You're Mine. Ours. Perfect, just the way you are. And today?"

"Today is the start of the rest of your new life, Commander."

"Welcome to the Empire."

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