chaoticshitstick - Tumblr blog

chaoticshitstick · 1 month ago

Text

Why Do You Seem So Blue?⋆·˚ ༘ *

Luke Skywalker x Stormtrooper! Female Reader

Aka: A recon goes bad, for the better.

-- this (y/n) has predetermined features! --

⋆·˚ ༘ *requested by my lovely wife @mmexoii⋆·˚ ༘ *

(( Y/N means your name// L/N means last name )))

TW: Mentions of Guns and death!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This was supposed to be a rescue mission. In and out. Grab the princess, and leave.

It was going well to start. Minus the onslaught of Stormtroopers. Lucky for Luke, they can't aim.

Except for one.

This one specific trooper almost shot Luke dead in the face a few times, and if it wasn't for his amazing senses (totally not dumb luck), he'd be dead.

It's all he could think about. Hell, it's all any of the group could think about. This doesn't just happen. Stormtroopers don't magically get better overnight.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The group ends up getting split up after an ambush, leaving Luke barreling down a random hallway he's not even sure leads anywhere. He's just... running. He's running as fast as his tired muscles will let him. He needs to regroup; being alone in a Sith ship is not a good idea.

Luke's footsteps echo through the halls as he runs. The adrenaline coursing through him leaves the loud thuds falling on deaf ears.

He can see it, the end of the hallway. A dead end. He made a wrong turn a while back.

'Shit.' he curses internally, spinning on his heels to retrace his steps. Though he doesn't turn to the hallway like he assumed he would. He turns and is immediately staring down the barrel of a blaster.

His eyes widen. 'Shit.' repeats in his head.

There in front of him stood a stormtrooper, one he recognized from earlier encounters. The same one that almost shot him in the head. Who now has a blaster pressed between his eyes.

"Foolish boy," the trooper mutters, their voice muffled by the mask. Luke feels his stomach drop, his brain rushing with anxiety. In a mere second, he could drop dead. A single blaster shot where it sat would kill him instantly.

The barrel of the gun is hot against his skin, seems like it'd been fired recently.

The trooper lowers their blaster, pressing it into the center of the man's chest. Luke's breath hitches, his throat tight as he stares at the hauntingly white mask.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The man looks scared. More scared than most she'd dealt with. She'd been trained to abandon most of her morals when becoming a stormtrooper.

Don't show mercy, don't show emotion, allegiance to the Sith.

But there was something about this boy. Something about him pulling at the heartstrings she'd fought so hard to get rid of. He was like... like a tiny lost puppy, and she was holding a gun at it.

For once in her career, she didn't want to shoot.

She lowers her blaster again before tucking it into her holster. The man's brows furrow deeply, his eyes still wide and his breath still heavy.

Luke takes this as an opportunity to run. Bad idea for him, as the stormtrooper grabs his wrist, almost causing him to fall.

"There's more down there. Patrol switch." The trooper hums, pulling him steady.

Luke opens his mouth to speak, but is greeted by a single shake of the head from the trooper. She instead pulls him into the office she came out of when she heard him running, shutting the door behind them.

"Speak," she spits, less of a demand, more of an allowance.

Luke is quick to ramble on with questions, "Why didn't you just shoot me? There was no upside to keeping me alive; you could've just-"

He's just as quick to trail off as the trooper removes her helmet, and long brown locks of hair tumble down her back. Her eyes are a warm brown, but they hold no genuine warmth. They're cold and cruel, just like she was trained. Her predator-like gaze bores into Luke's soul as they hold silent eye contact. Luke's mouth is slightly agape, his lower jaw trembling as he tries to find the words to speak. He just can't.

Every muscle in his body tenses as she takes a step forward. His jaw snaps shut. Her eyes narrow as she stares at him.

"I don't know why I didn't shoot you," she spits out, her eye twitching slightly. She seemed almost mad at herself. Mad that her training left her head at the sight of some... guy.

Luke takes a wary step backwards, his back now flush against the wall. To mirror, the girl takes another step forward. They stood about 3 inches from one another, her hot, angry breath the only noise in the room.

"I should've put the blast straight through your head," she says through gritted teeth, raising a finger to press right between his eyes, where the barrel of her blaster previously sat. Luke winces as her finger presses into the skin.

Tension hangs thick in the air as the two stand. The trooper rips her hand from Luke's head with a loud, angry exhale. She begins to pace the room, leaving Luke to slide down the wall and sit on the floor, his own breath heavy. His mind was racing. The girl is obviously angry, pissed even. Yet, she made no move to harm him.

She definitely should, it's her job. She's a higher ranking trooper, signified by the black and orange patch on her suit's shoulder. Killing him should be as easy as breathing to her, but she keeps hesitating.

Something is growing inside of her; or regrowing may be more appropriate. She can feel her heart swell as she looked at the pathetic man on the floor of her office. Her eyes didn't show it, they probably never will, but she wanted to help.

Racking her brain, she returns to their first encounter, when she purposefully missed her shots aimed at the man's face. He was with others: two men visibly older than him, a rather large wookie, and two droids, a C3-model and a R2-model.

The girl blinks as an idea rushes to her head, turning her gaze towards the still frightened boy.

"The droids you came with, do you know their whereabouts?" She questions, walking over to the large computer in the corner of the room.

Luke shakes his head, "We got separated after an ambush, R2D2 is most likely with Han.." he trails off, why is he telling this information to a Stormtrooper. One that tried to kill him at that.

She nods, typing rather quickly as a massive holographic screen deploys behind the keyboard. They didn't use R2-models or C3-models, so it would be rather easy to find their signals aboard the ship and track them down. She did just that.

With a few very specific searches, a slightly wicked smirk rolls over her face. "They're in sector 4, by the loading bay."

Luke's eyes widen in shock, she found his crew so easily. It was honestly terrifying the technology the Empire had.

The girl pulls her hair back up, tucking it under her helmet. "I can escort you there, it's on the way to the prison chambers, so other Troopers will just think I'm transporting a prisoner."

A look of relief washes over Luke's face, a smile accompanying it. He nods, fully on-board with the plan.

"I'll have to cuff you to make it believable, I just won't lock them," she explains, pulling a set of cuffs off her belt as the man stands up.

Luke is quick to comply, turning around with his hands behind his back. He shivers slightly as the cold metal of the cuffs hit his wrists, a very slight *clink* as they close. The trooper held her word and didn't lock the cuffs. Her gloved hand wraps around the middle of the cuffs, using them to guide Luke out of the room and towards the loading bay.

Not a single trooper questions the pair as they traverse the halls of the ship. Most of the troops they saw where lower ranking than her, so they dare not make accusations in fear of punishment or rank decrease.

They reach the loading bay rather quickly, which is completely empty except for the Millennium Falcon. An older cloaked man is quick to rush out of the ship, his hand hovering over his lightsaber at the sight of the trooper. That's all the signal she needs to click the release on the cuffs, placing them back on her belt.

Luke turns his head over his shoulder, looking back at the Stormtrooper lady. She went from trying to shoot him, to helping him escape the place she called home.

Luke fully pivots as the girl turns to leave. "Wait!-"

She turns slightly, looking back at the younger man. The older man removed his hand from over his saber, he could almost sense that she meant no harm.

Luke exhales shakily, "Come with us," he says hesitantly. The trooper looks at Luke for a while, turning her head back to the doors of the loading bay.

Should she leave behind the only life she's ever known? A life of death and destruction, reigning fear wherever she went?

It seems there's only one clear answer.

She raises her hands to pull the helmet off her head, she holds it in her hands a moment, and her eyes pull to the older man. He gives her a nod, he seems okay with the idea.

With that, she tucks the helmet under her arm, turning her head back to Luke. She nods, a proper smile on her lips.

Luke offers a similar smile, offering the girl a hand to take her onto the ship. She grasps his hand with her own, allowing herself to be hoisted onto the ship.

She turns to the older man, releasing Luke's hand. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), ex- stormtrooper, at your service."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#luke skywalker #a new hope #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #stormtrooper reader #forbidden love #enemies to lovers #this took 2 days

44 notes · View notes

chaoticshitstick · 1 month ago

Text

The Destiny of Life☆。*。☆。

Alice Cullen x Witchy! Reader (gender neutral!)

aka: A reader who uses tarot to read the future predicts their introduction to Alice, the future-seeing vampire.

(( Y/N means your name// L/N means last name ))

TW: Mentions of intense pain

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ───

It was a cold, rainy day in Forks, Washington. Then again, when is it not? It's almost as if the town thrives on this weather; the roads are always the slightest bit fuller.

That's because of the Cullens. Forks's very own recluse family. They never show their faces unless it's cloudy or downright pouring. Most of the people in Forks fall victim to the lies spouted by Carlisle Cullen, the group's father. Most, not all.

A simple being knows those as lies, but has no intention of bringing that to light. The lies or the Cullen's for that matter.

All that glitters is not gold; it might be a vampire.

You could assume this person is crazy. Most people do. Why shouldn't you assume they're crazy? A single soul, with no concrete proof, who doesn't believe the lies of the trips every time the sun leaks through the sky for more than a moment. This person, a self-proclaimed 'witch' among the masses, our very own (Y/N). They live life simply, going where the wind allows. The witch normally dons different shades of blue and purple velvet, with hints of black and metal tones.

And there they sit, alone at a study table in the empty school library. They sat straight, eyes closed, with a hand clutched atop a deck of cards. Not just any cards, a deck of moon phase tarot cards. It was rare to see (Y/N) without it. They do a reading for themselves every morning in the same place. This morning's draw was a strange one, to say the least.

The cards that (Y/N) practically bases their life around foretold them of an encounter. An encounter unlike any other, one that could change their life. At first, they didn't believe it. But, they had to. If the universe spoke through the cards as strongly and concise as that, it had to be true.

And true it was.

On the will of the universe, a very hurried and seemingly stressed girl bursts through the doors of the library. (Y/N)'s attention is pulled to the commotion immediately, and so is the librarian's, who ushers out a long, dragged out shush. The girl apologizes in a soft hurried voice, before speed-walking to a specifc shelf. The shelf that happened to be directly infront of (Y/N). They observe the girl for a moment, shes easily recongizable. The girl is one of the Cullen's. Alice Cullen to be exact. Students in the school tend to label her as the 'weird' Cullen.

Edward is dreamy and untouchable, Jasper is quiet and mysterious, Rosalie is pretty and snappy, Emmett is buff and a little airheaded, but Alice? She's the weird know-it-all. But, being weird is something (Y/N) knows all too well. They stand rather quietly as not to alarm the girl, but deep down, (Y/N) had a feeling she already knew what was coming.

With a few soft steps forward, (Y/N) clears their throat lightly to pull the girls attention off the shelf.

"Need help finding anything? I'm in here quite often, I'm sure I could help." they say bashfully, a weak smile on their face.

Alice is quick to shock, gasping a bit as she turns to face the person beside her. Her shock is just as quick to fade. Both parties eyes hold a glimmer of knowing; they both knew they were destined to meet, and neither of them seemed to wish to change that.

Alice sighs a bit and nods, "That'd be lovely, thank you," she says with an exasperated smile.

(Y/N) offers a more geniune smile as the girl describes what she's looking for. She needed help finding a book on deciphering symbols in dreams. Though, the girl hesitated saying dreams. The witch knew all too well what Alice needed, so a dry laugh left their lips.

"They don't have what you need here, but I may have something that can help." (Y/N) says with a wink, walking over to the table they had previously sat at. With a quick rummage through their black courdory tote bag, they return with a hard covered novel and slide it into Alice's hands. "No worries on how long you keep it, just make sure it's returned to me."

Alice's smile grows as the leather touches her hands, her eyes darting to the cover of the book. The title and author are hard to make out from wear of use, but it felt right. The girls eyes dart back up to the person in front of her. "Oh, thank you!" she says graciously, clutching the book tighter in her hands.

(Y/N) nods happily, their smile only growing. "Something in my intuition told me to bring it today, I'm glad I listened." They say cheerfully.

Alice lights up a bit as intuition is mentioned. It's not often people in Forks spoke like that, spoke like she did. Alice looks the person up and down, taking in their apperance, scent and belongings that sat on the table behind them. They smelt.. pure. A lot of the humans in the school outright stink. Not in a 'oh they need to shower' way, but in a 'your blood smells rotten' way. But this person smelt of sage and clean laundry, their blood as pure as the day they were born.

"I'm Alice, Alice Cullen." she hums with a hint of curiosity. She hesitates, but sticks her hand out for a handshake. Alice's skin was ice-cold, being a vampire and all, but for once, that didn't matter.

With an outwardly bright smile, (Y/N) wraps their hanfd around Alice's, not even flinching at the lack of heat in her skin. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), it's a pleasure."

Alice lets out the smallest of breaths she didn't know she was holding. The class bell rings, and hoardes of students flood the halls. (Y/N) hums and smiles apolegetically, pulling their hand off of Alice's and returning to the table to collect their belongings.

"It was lovely meeting you, Alice, but I have to head out. Calculus isn't something I can afford to be late to, hope the book helps!" they exclaimed, throwing the strap of their bag over their shoulder and making towards the exit door. Alice just silently waves as they leave, a slightly awestruck look on her face.

☆。*。☆。

The following day arrives slowly, as if it was destined to never come. But that's stupid, so here we are, a day after Alice borrowed that book.

It was quite a big day. Alice had run back to her family right after the encounter, preaching off a person, a human, who shook her hand and didn't seem put off by the cold. Someone who seemed to share similar 'abilities' as her own. The Cullen's were apprehensive about Alice's interactions with this person. They're a human after all, and they can risk anything happening. Like word getting out the Cullen's are vampires, or, arguably worse, (Y/N) getting caught up and getting hurt because of them. Alice swore up and down that they'd be safe, and no word would get out. She even swore on behalf of her visions.

The Cullen's were still hesitant, but Esme urged them to be hopeful. Sweet Esme was always welcoming, and quite liked the idea of good relations with this mystery person Alice spoke of. The mothers grace was all the rest of the family needed to form a small bundle of trust for this person. All but Rosalie. She was put off by the idea of a human being so close to them.

Back in today's reality, Alice's eyes are darting around the lunch room, waiting to catch sight of the familiar face. Though, their scent hits first. Alice had described the scent in great detail to her siblings, so they all perked up a bit once it wafted in.

(Y/N) stood near the food lines, a single apple clutched in their hand. Alice is quick to smile, raising her hand to beckon them over. (Y/N) doesn't hesitate to smile back and walk to join the table. The Cullen's greeted her with kind faces, Rosalie's slightly forced and Alice's the most genuine. Though, the rest of their classmates were shell shocked. The Cullen's had never in the history of ever invited someone to sit with them, or even willingly spoke to someone outside their family. So when (Y/N) pulls out the chair next to Alice and sits down soft gasps echo through the cafeteria.

Alice urges her siblings to introduce themselves, which Edward does first. The introduction's move around the table. Rosalie hesitates a bit, but gives a smile when (Y/N) looks at her expectantly. Alice throws an arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder and takes the liberty of properly introducing them to her family. (Y/N)'s face reddens the slightest bit at the contact, but beams brightly as they're introduced.

Then and only then does Alice bring light to the book (Y/N) had leant her, a book that Alice had been searching for for years. Unbeknownst to them, Alice had a vision in the lot of the school a mere 10 minutes before they met. A vision that she'd finally find the book she'd been looking for. About the same time (Y/N) finished their tarot reading and was informed of a meeting that'd change their life. Alice's mention of the book brings shock to her siblings face, and curiousity to (Y/N)'s. Alice explains loosely, saying she had a vision what she had needed for a while was in the library.

Alice didn't expect this answer to bring them any clarity, but it did. A look of shock washes over (Y/N)'s face. They're quick to explain what happened to them, with the tarot reading. This brings shock to the entire table. A human, so connected with the universe, they willed a power similar to Alice's into existance.

"Maybe they should stick around," Emmett chimes in, "It'll never hurt to have two va- people who can do the same thing."

Rosalie delivers a rather rough elbow to Emmett's side, causing him to stutter over his slip up. Though, (Y/N) doesn't notice, and if they did, they did a damn good job hiding it. They just nod enthusiastically at the idea of sticking around. It's a pretty unanimous decision, minus Rosalie, who hesitated before reluctantly agreeing.

☆。*。☆。

All in all, (Y/N) made a good addition to the Cullen's. Having a secondary source of visions put less stress on Alice, and gave a way to cement Alice's foggy visions. Something wasn't super clear to one of them? Ask the other for insight. The pair worked like a well oiled machine, and it was rare to find either without one another on school property. As the two grow closer, Carlisle offers the idea of turning (Y/N). The family was put off by this, never had Carlisle given the option unless the to-be-turned was in critical condition, or in other words, dying. And (Y/N) was not dying. Yet, Carlisle stood strong on his idea. They knew too much about the Cullen's to risk leaving out in the world, the turning was for (Y/N)'s protection, just as much as it was for the Cullen's.

Honestly, Alice liked the idea. She liked the idea of having someone like her, both in abilities and personality. The pair bounced off eachother like they were both made of rubber. They were, in truth, made for each other. The universe willed it. A set of twin flame destined to find the other and grow. They fed each others light with their own. You could call them soulmates, but some might argue vampires don't have a soul, that they're demonic undead creatures. But, you need a soul to feel, and Alice knew exactly how she felt. It was crystal clear.

She approached (Y/N) the following day to dine with her family, to which (Y/N) agreed happily.

There, the Cullen's properly revealed their secret. They were vampires, and had been for a while. Though, (Y/N) wasn't scared. They held no fear of the 'blood sucking monsters' that stood in front of them. They knew deep down the Cullen's weren't human. The Cullen's, albeit vampires, were the only 'people' to ever treat them as if they belonged. So once Carlisle sprung the question, they were quick to agree. (Y/N) had truly nothing to lose.

☆。*。☆。

It was a painful and arduous process. You have to be concious for the venom to work, and it hurt. It felt like poisoned lava was seeping through their veins. The following nights are filled with pained screams and broken sobs. They begin to die down on the third night, and by sunrise, a new (Y/N) emerges from the cellar.

It was clear they were in pain, but that didn't keep Alice from pouncing on them the second they returned. With a pained but happy groan, (Y/N) wraps an arm around Alice, squeezing her as tight as their weak muscles could.

The family, (Y/N)'s new family, was more welcoming as ever. Jasper volenteered to assist in the 'training' of their new vampire. The Cullen's are the vampire version of vegetarian, only living off animal blood, instead that of humans. New vampires always struggle with this process. Jasper had just begun to finish his own training, so he was more than welcome to help. As was Alice, she had no plans to leave (Y/N)'s side from then on.

And she did just that. Not once was Alice seen without (Y/N) at her side. Especially since they started living with the Cullens.

It seemed as though the two were truly destined to meet, and the universe made sure they did.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ───

#twilight #the twilight saga #alice cullen #alice cullen x reader #x reader #canon x reader

34 notes · View notes