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''Fight and Die'' Slightly darkAemond x AFAB Reader 18+ MDNI PART 6!

Aemond x fem oc/reader

Tags: Show setting, abusive brother (but its not aemond) mentioned of forced marriages and duels, mentions of parental loss.

🔷Summary: Your ancestors once betrayed the Targaryens and paid a high price. Now you are back at court with your brother, who hopes to sell you in exchange for his freedom.

🔷Author's note: It might still be a little darkish but not as dark as usual. I think this is the closest to show aemond I ever got. So he still is not a unicorn yall but he is at least imo he is decent and nice.

🔷Wordcount :3347

Warnings below the cut

WARNINGS: Gore, mentions of assault (but it doesnt happen, and its not aemond who wants to do it) mentions of blood, gore, and violence as well as miscarriages (oc's mother)

Blood does not scare you. It once did, but not anymore.

It is liquid, water in a way. And there is nothing more natural to you than water.

Just funny coloured water that comes pouring out of your body if you are injured.

You came into this world, covered in blood as your mother bled out on the sheets, according to Fyrand. You were screaming and crying, kicking and alive. Despite Maesters feared the worst, despite your enemies hoping the worst, you came out alive.

And you did just that.

Time and time and time again.

Whenever you see blood, it brings you back to a distant but fresh memory. Not your birth. You don’t recall what your own mother looked like. You never saw a portrait, or anything. You never dared to ask Fyrand either. Your mother is a wound that never healed.

So, another memory surfaces from the dark instead. A dark memory of you, standing on a ship, during a storm. Your brother close to you, his fingers holding a crown. Your family’s crown.

You recall how badly the ship and the men smelled. Like piss, like beer, like all unpleasant unladylike things. Like hell, if you are being honest. You never had any man eye you with desire, but in that very moment you had. The captain of the pirateship couldn’t keep his eyes off from you.

Fyrand had made a deal, selling the crown for passage to Westeros. But the Captain had decided he wanted more. He wanted you. ‘’Westeros is a boring place. It would be best to have her stay here.’’ You remember the way his crew laughed, that sickening, twisted laughter.

Fyrand has never been kind to you. But he was not stupid either. He would not give up his pawn to a mere pirate. Not when he already offered the crown of his mother.

It is funny how the gods have a sense of humor, as that man that wanted to marry you, too missed an eye. And his teeth were almost falling from his mouth, caused by rotting.

Fyrand huffed, took the crown and left the ship, dragging you with him. But you were denied access and grabbed. The captain placed his dagger against your throat. He hissed that you needed to be quiet and that Fyrand had to make a choice. ‘’Either your sister gives me her hand, or you do.’’ You weren’t sure what you ever did to that man. But you noticed a golden sealion that day. A few weeks after the attack, you found out your house tried to destroy that house. He was taking revenge for a crime none of you were even alive to remember.

You remember how you screamed when Fyrand took a sword of a crewmember and placed it at his left wrist, and just chopped. The flesh teared, blood poured and the captain finally released you as you sobbed on the deck, hearing Fyrand’s roar of pure pain and agony. The hand wasn’t off fully. It remained, tangling by pieces of flesh, as a leaf dancing in the wind. You felt your stomach turn and whatever meal you had would soon come back up. The captain approached Fyrand, grabbed his hand, and just pulled, tearing the flesh fully as Fyrand threw his head in his neck and screamed.

After that, somehow, you were both allowed to stay. It was a uncomfortable journey for you, but no incidents had happened aside from people calling ‘’doll’’ and smirking whenever you passed.

You and Fyrand shared one room aboard, and in that room, you stitched close his wound with a needle and ripped threads from one of your dresses. You never had stitched a wound before and Fyrand didn’t have anything to soften the pain. You were afraid at first. But you knew he would die if you didn’t get over it. So you pierced his skin and started stitching, bringing the wound flesh close, and tied it close.

It is strange.

Many years and moons have passed since that night but you can still hear your brother scream and picture his hand, the way the blood sprayed out of his hand, coloring the deck red as the pirates cheered.

Aemond does not seem to notice that you are not there anymore, but your feet become quicker as if you are a dancer that takes the lead and your breath increases. Aemond, Aemond doesn't notice. In truth, Aemond seems happy. Almost dazed, enchanted or drugged. He can't seem to stop smiling as you drag him with you, faster and faster as memories plague your mind.

You think back of the conversation the two of you had earlier. How Ser Criston was allegedly a good sword fighter. How good can he be, if he injured the Prince? “I thought you told me that Ser Criston was an excellent swordsman?” Your voice sounds snappy, angry and furious.

Aemond barely hides his chuckle. You turn around to look at him, so he can see the pain and worry in your face. The moment he sees how much this hurts and worries you, the smile dies. He steps forward. You back away at first but he bumps into you anyway. Clumsily he grabs you gently and kisses your forehead. “He is, Revaera. It was a small cut and my own fault. I got too impatient. I am many things, patient is not one of my qualities.”

You smile, mischievously and play with the pins on his shirt, touching his chest. “Someone should teach you patience. I don't want you injured.” You tell him, kissing his cheeks.

He breaks into a grin, a stunning bright grin that lights up your entire world. You feel your cheeks warm and are pressed against his body. “Maybe you can teach me.” He whispers, seductively. You like the way he has you where he wants you to. You feel safe and relax, until you see that the wound still drips with blood. You stare at it, as the world seems to fade.

“We need a maester.” You hear Aemond say, but you don’t react. This time, he needs to drag you with him.

You and Aemond soon find the maester in his room. It is nicely decorated and as you assumed, it has dozens of books. You wonder if the Maester himself wrote anything. The maester in question is a bald man, wearing classical robes and a chain, as you suspected. He is reading a big book that lies in front of him on the desk, not paying the two of you any attention.

That is until you speak, pushing Aemond in his direction, surprising the young prince, who stumbles on his feet, his good eye widened in surprise. ‘’He is hurt. The prince is injured.’’ You speak, your voice clear and calm.

You expect perhaps some urgency. Perhaps a worried glance. You don't expect what happens.

The maester slams his book closed, his eyes full of fear and terror as he looks at Aemond. ‘’What? Where? Show me!’ He cries out. The chair he was sitting on falls on its back and you watch, a bit flustered.

Even Aemond seems shocked.

That was perhaps not a good idea.

You feel terrible when the concerned and dutiful Maester looks at the tiny cut in Aemond’s hands. You really scared the poor man and avoid his eyes for now on.

Aemond chuckles, smiling at you as if you are his whole world. You don’t understand why, you scared a poor man, and you also made a scene. Yet he seems to appreciate it.

You think back of his words. Earlier, he mentioned that his father wouldn't even notice if he did not attend the supper you two skipped. What was that supposed to mean?

The maester allows himself to calm down, sighing with relief as he takes in Aemond's injury. He looks at the cut. ‘’O. A small cut.’’ The maester says, after studying it. “Luckily it looks like a clean one. Did you injure yourself when fighting?” He asks prince Aemond.

Aemond turns his head away, so that is a yes. “It was just a scratch, but Revaera insisted.” Aemond should be annoyed or fed up with your behavior but instead he smiles adoringly at you, holding your hand in his free one as the maester looks closer at the wound.

‘’You have a protective wife, my prince.’’ The maester comments kindly. “It is Princess Revaera, is it not?” He asks you, and you can tell by his piercing glare that he knows all too well who your family is.

You nod. The maester does not say anything but his look says it all. Disapproval.“To have a Marthyralys back in the castle. Your ancestors left a colorful mark on Westeros's history books.” You know he is right. You know your ancestors killed a lot of people. But is it really the time to have that conversation? And is it really up to him to judge you for the crimes of your ancestors?

Any other day you might have reconsidered: This man has a story, same as you. Maybe he is a family member of someone killed. Or maybe he simply wants to keep the castle and the royal family safe.

But you can't stop the words rolling off your tongue. You can’t stop the fire that burns in your veins. “So did any family worth their salt.”

The maester makes a disapproving grimace. Next to you, Aemond nods approvingly as his wound is cleaned, smirking proudly.

The Maester turns to Aemond, tying the bandage over his cutted hand. “A fierce wife. You do best to muzzle her. I'm not so sure Westeros is ready for such a free spoken woman.” You wonder instantly if the Targaryens knew you were hiding in Pentos. You told Aemond, you assume the court knew but why does a Maester know this? A maester, who knows everything about curing a illness….

And causing one.

You look at Aemond and he seems to know you caught on too, quickly scratching behind his ear and turning his head away once more. You will talk with him about that. But you have another problem. The Maester is right.

You embarrassed Aemond. You spoke out of line. You threw a tantrum like some little girl. You disappointed him beyond words.

Aemond speaks, and you can't even look at him. You really aren't cut out to be a Princess. “She has become quite fierce. I don't mind it one bit, however. She can speak however she wishes.” He says, fierce and protective. He kisses your knuckles as a token of appreciation and love. Then his gaze hardens when he looks at the Maester. “Westeros might not be ready for her, but she is ready for Westeros. Whether it likes it or not; Here she is and here she'll stay. Am I understood?” You beam, pleased as the Maester visibly cowers, afraid of the temper of the Prince.

You see the Maester gulp and know that Aemond has made his point very clear. “Yes, my prince.” The maester mutters.

Aemond smiles, barely hiding his pride, that you are his wife. ‘’I am truly blessed. My princess has enough worries on her mind. She does not need this as well.” there is a barely hidden warning there. The maester must not disturb you.

The maester does as he is told, and you and Aemond soon leave his rooms. You walk back with him, your left hand into his injured right one. You try not to think of how your brother lost his own hand. But that is difficult.

You two walk in a peaceful silence and when Aemond speaks, you nearly jump out of your skin. “How has your day been?” You think back of your talk with Fyrand. A baby must soon be made. A child. A heir. And you hate how your memories keep haunting you, whenever you see blood.

And there’s something else.

On your wedding day, Princess Rhaenyra said something that haunts you still. She said she had her ‘’own’’ maesters. Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing? And can you even trust them? And why did she tell you, of all people?

Aemond is unaware your thoughts are gathering and forming a storm in your head. “What hobby did you pick?” He asks Excited to know your answer as you remain silent. You freeze. You had forgotten all about that. You would try to find something to entertain yourself. To bring him joy, rest, and so that he doesn’t have to worry when doing his duties.

Some wife you are.

“Uhm, well…I…” You laugh first then you become nervous, as the walls seem to close around you and your breath quickens.

You laugh, begin to breathe harder and eventually you become dizzy. You sway on your feet and begin crying as the air is taken from your lungs, as you collapse to the ground.

Aemond is shocked at first. He kneels down by you right away however. “Calm, my love. I am not mad. Calm.” He whispers, holding you by your wrists, gently so you may be free any moment you want. He also allows you room to breathe and takes deep breaths with you. You follow his example and soon you feel better and calm and stand back up, with his help.

He kisses you after you have stopped crying too. “I had a change of heart. If it truly makes you that anxious to be outside of my rooms, if it truly upsets you so much…” He swallows and looks at the tiles, clearly ashamed he encouraged you.

That's all he did. Encourage you. To be free. To be happy. To let your trauma go. To live your life. Maybe he is right. “No, maybe you were right. Maybe I need this push.” You speak.

He shakes his head. “I don't want to become someone you fear or worse, hate.” He whispers.

You could never hate him. “You were only worried for my own wellbeing and safety. You were right, Aemond. I can't stay cooped up in your rooms as some chicken.” No matter how safe you feel there. “No matter how comfortable your bed is.” You add, to jest. He takes it well and laughs, grinning.

Aemond helps you stand, testing if you can remain on your own two feet before letting you go. “How about we try to find something fun to do tomorrow? I never showed you the city. We can do that, should you wish for it.” King's Landing.

You have never seen it. Only heard stories. Stories of fierce men and dangerous dragons and treason and loyalty. “Your ancestors built this city side by side with mine. I know my family wants to erase you from our accomplishments. I know your ancestor was a great traitor. But he is not the only Marthyralys that lived. There are dozens before him that advised and counseled my family…” He is right. You know he is.

But…

Seeing your own history…

You aren’t sure you are ready for that.

Your ancestors might have build this city…

But they build it over the grave of millions.

Is it truly something to be proud of?

But Aemond doesn’t seem to know shame when it comes to history. “So, you could learn your history and ancestry, should you wish it.” He finishes a bit shy, and that makes you understand how important this is to him. He wants to show you the city he grew up in. He wants to spend time with you and to hold your hand as you walk through stinking streets as two ordinary people in love.

“Is that even allowed?” You ask. You doubt his father will approve. The king hates you, you are certain of it. And to have a Marthyralys wonder the streets, learn about Targaryen secrets and plots…

He chuckles. “I'm the Prince. You are the Princess. Asides, how can we learn from our mistakes if we do not acknowledge them?” He asks, and there he makes a good point.

Still, you aren’t sure. “That is true.” You mutter.

He breaks into a grin, victorious at last. “It stands then.” He kisses your cheeks and you are reminded of what you and Fyrand discussed. His baby. Aemond kisses increase as he leaves a trail of kisses on your collarbone, his smile something between a smirk and a smile as he softly pins you against the walls of the hallway, quickly looking around for servants or any other witnesses.

You tremble. And just like that, the spell is broken.

Aemond's good eye closes suspiciously, and the sweet kisses end. “What is it?” It is terrifying how well he can read you already.

You know he wants a baby.

You know so.

And you can’t say that you don’t want that. That you can’t want that. That you are terrified of dying like your mother. “Nothing.”

He scoffs, concern written all over his face as his body language changes from excited to worry. “There clearly is. Tell me what is the matter? I do wish us to discuss this.” You nod, and Aemond allows you to leave the wall.

You go to his bedchamber, tears burning in your eyes and you hear his footsteps, never that far behind you.

Aemond closes the door and waits for you to explain yourself. You sit down on his bed, sniffling. “Fyrand has been pressuring me about a baby.” You admit.

At first he is confused. “A baby?”

You wipe away at your tears, furiously that this makes you so upset. Giving Aemond a child, an heir, making princes and princesses, it should be the highest honor. So why does this terrify and hurt you so deeply? “Yes. A heir for you. For your father too.” You blurt out.

Aemond raises a brow.

“You want to carry my father's heir?”

You would rather die. Disgusted, you shake your head. “No! I meant, I'd give you a son, and him a grandchild. According to Fyrand that will disincrease the hate he has for me.’’

Aemond scoffs, and you can tell he does not agree with that idea. He scoffs at Fyrand, not you. “My brother thought the same thing for a while. But nothing will please that old buffalo.” You keep crying. No matter how eager you are to stop.

Aemond sighs, and he soon joins you on the bed, sitting next to you. He grabs your hands, where you are pulling your skin, to stop just that. “I know it is expected of both of us to soon present our child at court.” You nod at his words.

But he grabs your hands tightly and kisses your knuckles. “But I want us to have that child, when you want to have a child.” You are shocked.

He continues, storking your belly through your gown. “I want you to glow, beam of pride and joy and to stroke and caress your belly and to love our child. I want you to be ready for it.” He says.

You can’t believe this.

And so you won’t. “But what of your legacy? The Targargen line? Don't you want my baby?” You ask. You can’t imagine Aemond being fine with his line dying out. You just can’t.

He grins, and you can tell he is hiding something from you. He cares. He cares so badly, about having his legacy, about having this child with you. He is hiding his own darkest desires, his own insidious thoughts. ‘’I want you. I married you. I didn't marry your title. I didn't marry your bloodline. But you, Revaera.’’ You tear up, lips trembling as you wrap your arms around his neck, burying yourself in the safety of his arms. “It's alright, my love. Just let it out.” He whispers, holding you. ‘’We will find a way. I just know we will.’’ You nod, and you wonder just how much he believes his own lies.

/TRAILER CAME OUT

so uh

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Shin Hati missed her master.

She was disturbed and missed her master.

Everything had been strange in the last two rotations.

Out of nowhere, Ahsoka Tano returned from the dead, Sabine Wren had improved with the lightsaber, although still weak, and that Ezra guy showed up. She fled when she felt alone instead of staying and fighting to the death, leaving that planet behind.

What kind of power is this where the most honorable man she knew runs away and leaves her alone against a Jedi and two apprentices? ?

As she walked along Baylan's trail, a guerrilla ship decided to open fire on her, and although she managed to fight and steal their ship, a map coordinate failed, taking her to a dense, empty forest in the middle of nowhere instead of where she could met her master.

Now she was lost in an unfamiliar place with not a drop of fuel for a new journey, no master, and no idea of what was happening.

Shin Hati was scared and didn't like the feeling

Years ago, the girl had begged Baylan to train her after the destruction of her world, but if she had known he would turn out to be a weak coward (or maybe a cunning one? she didn't know yet), she would have become a solo mercenary instead of a Force user.

Shin felt a mixture of anxiety and decided to sit on the ship's floor to meditate as her (ex)master had taught her. The Force was different in this place, she couldn't understand it, and frustrated, she got up to test all the ship's buttons for the fourth time that day.

With a desire to destroy the ship with her lightsaber, Shin decided to sit in the pilot's chair and as she curses the path that brought her here, she noticed that her left leg was starting to go numb. The cut wasn't deep, but a strip of her own cloak wasn't enough to stop the bleeding.

The girl was without supplies, in the middle of nowhere, without fuel, and injured.

"Fantastic," she said with sarcasm to nothing and punched the table in front of her.

Shin felt like crying, but she hadn't learned how to.

☆

The Empire had fallen.

Darth Vader had been defeated.

Senator Leia Organa came forward to announce the news and declare that everything would return to normal. All rebels could lay down their arms and work towards building the new republic.

The fall of the Empire symbolized the realization of everything you had fought for. The end of the Sith was not just the end of an era of darkness; it was hope being spread throughout the galaxy. Even though some Imperials were being reintegrated, everyone knew that without a leader, they could never regain power.

Your mission, therefore, was complete.

Without it, your grief took its place in your mind, giving way to a sense of uselessness. Ahsoka and Luke were out there, being Jedi, and even though the former denied the title, you knew she was the best student the council had ever had, and he was the most hopeful. Hera had informed you that Sabine and Ezra had been found and Thrawn had fallen. She was happy because the family had reunited.

Family.

You, a young rebel who had spent the last four years trying to keep alive the legacy of your brother, Cassian Andor, had no family and knew you would never belong to one.

Having worked on some missions with General Hera Syndulla, it didn't take long for you to hear the stories of Ahsoka Tano, a Jedi-not-Jedi. Ahsoka knew Sabine and Ezra. She, a Mandalorian, and he, a Padawan. Together, the four had lived years before your arrival until the group split up. Although they were kind in every isolated interaction with you, it was obvious that there was no room for a young rebel pilot in this already-formed family.

You, an orphaned spy who did nothing but deliver materials or transport people, had not done anything as relevant to the defeat of the Empire. Amid transports, intelligence work, and journeys to distant settlements in need of help, the most significant point of your journey was still being the sister of one of the Rogue One team members, Cassian Andor, the man who, along with Jyn Erso, brought hope to Leia Organa.

You were just that and nothing more.

The words of your fellow pilots echoed in your mind, but after being the subject of conversation at every table, there comes a time when the words take root in your heart, and suddenly, you believe you shouldn't be alive.

All of this brings you to the present. Your droid announces that you have reached the final destination.

Final.

How ironic.

The decision that brought you here was made yesterday afternoon with Ahsoka and her family. You saw the smiles, the hugs, the jokes, and the affection. Words of affirmation and physical touches that weren't directed at you because you didn't belong to this family. It was a day of celebration, and after saying goodbye to each one and heading towards your ship, the soft touch of your chair was the only comfort as you mourned Cassian and anguished over not having the chance to belong to someone or somewhere.

Except, perhaps, to this forest on a small, isolated planet.

You look out at the green valley stretching beyond the window. The dense forest, with towering trees, holds memories of your feet running beneath fallen leaves, towards the great river. Here, you took your first blaster shot when you found your brother's weapon. The place that was once your refuge in the galaxy and would now be your eternal resting place. The river would carry your body and cleanse your soul of all pains.

Forever.

You smile sadly at the thought as you look at the place where you spent the last four years. You know the story behind every scratch on this ship. The group of survivors you transported before Tarkin and his men tested the Death Star on a new city were responsible for a set of runes near the door and the only ring you wore. You would be protected from curses, and although you didn't believe in the power of trinkets, the thought that Cassian would have accepted it brought a smile to your face. You would never act differently from him.

When you fight against the Empire, any protection is welcome.

Here was your roof, but never your home. Your home was destroyed long ago, and there's no way to turn back time.

You sigh and gaze at the scar of a promise never fulfilled on your hand. Your brother made a blood oath that he would never leave you, but today, you are alone on this ship he gave you. The weight of grief returns and hunches your back over the moss-green-painted table, his favorite color. On this table, you played, drank, slept, planned, and swore to be together forever.

Your hands try to betray you by reaching for the transmitter that Ahsoka gave you. Tell her, ask for help.

You shake your head to dismiss the thought and stand up to search for your old trunk with pages and a pen.

Writing has been the only constant in your life, and even though it's primitive, letters carry a part of you. The sweat from your hands when you rest your fingers on the paper to write in your unique handwriting transfers to the page in small quantities. The calligraphy is unique.

The envelope, the idea of organizing the text. Everything is unique.

"Letters are forever," you learned from a girl rescued from a world in ruins. Everyone was scared, but not her. She had a cold gaze, and instead of questioning who you were or why you were there with a ship intercepting an imperial attack or even requesting food, she asked to write a letter.

You handed over what you had in the trunk, two sheets you didn't use in your last report, and an old pen. Then for the first time, you wished you had more. That girl seemed to have more to say.

On the next trip, you made sure there would never be a shortage of pens and paper on your ship. Rescue missions or not.

You sign letters addressed to your fellow warriors while your co-pilot droid, K1, stands by, waiting for orders. He's all that's left of Cassian, and you hope Huyang will be a good friend to him when and if someone cares enough to look for you.

Ahsoka, Sabine, Ezra, and Luke would receive their letters at dawn. You would have written one for your brother if he were here, but if he were here, you wouldn't be writing these letters.

After putting them in their respective envelopes and handing them to K1, you stow your writing materials back in the trunk and look around, bidding farewell to the ship.

Make sure to put on your shoes and walk towards the door.

"Are you going out? Storm's coming, don't forget your coat," a metallic voice interrupts your path.

Turning to it, you smile and pick up the coat. He would never let you go out without a coat.

Cassian wouldn't either.

You approach your droid with an unshed tear and rest your forehead against his, as you've done since the first time.

"Rest, soldier. I'll be back soon."

It's the first and last lie you'll tell him.

☆

A beep pulls Shin out of her self-pity wave.

The radar indicates that something is approaching the ship, and judging by the speed, Shin knows it must be a person.

Someone very slow.

Having scanned the forest upon arrival, she knew this person or being wasn't here before. And perhaps, just perhaps, there's a ship in play.

Shin tears a new piece of fabric from her clothing and ties it around her injured leg. She lets out a low noise as she stands up and puts weight on her foot, but the fault lies with the wind, not the pain.

Shin Hati doesn't feel pain.

Exiting the ship and entering the forest in a strategic position to find whoever it may be, the girl devises a plan. Kill the thing, steal the ship, head to the master's hideout on a moon in another system. With the lightsaber in hand, she leans against a tree trunk, and the strange sensation returns.

A footsteps echo on dry leaves and Shin Hati senses a disturbance in the Force.

You lift your gaze from the ground when notices the light reflecting off a piece of metal in the middle of the forest ahead. And as you get closer, sees what appears to be a ship that definitely didn't show up on her radar.

A rustling interrupts you train of thought, and she dodges a lightsaber strike. The woman must be her age, but there's no time for analysis as Shin dodges a second strike. Her opponent's movements are aggressive, and she decides to take a few steps back while tossing a smoke bomb in her direction.

"What a warm welcome. Who are you?" Your voice is heard by Shin, who now covers her nose with the cape while trying to identify you in the smoke haze.

"You really think you can hide?" Hati asked, pointing the lightsaber in the direction of the sound with a sharp movement.

The feeling in her stomach grows. But it's not hunger. The Force is trying to convey something she doesn't understand.

"Tell me your name and drop the saber. I don't wish to hurt you," you say from behind a tree, hoping she'll obey. Your plan was to die in the river, so no weapons for you today.

Seconds pass, the smoke settles, and Shin finds herself deactivating her lightsaber. It's as if the Force is flowing through her. She tries to fight it but can't.

Shin Hati feels dizzy and doesn't like the sensation.

"Who are you, and why did you attack me?" you ask while observing her. The woman is putting a lot of weight on one leg, probably because the other is injured. You want to help, but her red lightsaber isn't a good sign.

Only Sith use bleeding crystals.

"I didn't attack you; you invaded my property," Shin says with anger, or something close to it. She sees the woman behind the tree in front of her, but the Force is dense, and Shin decides she doesn't want to fight someone with such power.

"This is a forest; it's not anyone's property," you say as you step out from behind the tree and analyze your opponent. The blonde woman wears gray armor, probably level two metal. Not as strong as Beskar, but you wouldn't stand a chance in a physical fight.

You are weak.

Shin feels anguish and realizes that the woman's thoughts are the culprits. Feelings can influence the Force, so maybe her opponent is just a weak soul. Weak? Shin is curious but wasn't taught to deal with this.

The woman is still looking at her.

"I've been here longer than you, so it's my property. Who are you?" Shin finds herself asking before she can stop. She notices that the woman is unarmed, an easier target to steal from. Just steal? Why not kill her?

You give her your name but not your surname. You left Andor's legacy on your ship. You are just you.

And you take a step forward.

"And you? Who are you? Where did you get the lightsaber?" Your question sends a shiver down Shin's spine. She's sure she's heard your voice before. Seeing you up close, with swollen and tired eyes, Shin understands why the Force is dense: you plan to interrupt your life.

It's going to be easier than I thought.

"My name is Hati. I'm an outsider and now out of fuel. I bought the lightsaber from a merchant for self-defense; it's more efficient than a blaster." She tries to maintain a neutral expression as she lies because Shin Hati was taught to lie.

An outsider with scratched armor and a wounded leg? The way she fights reminds you of warriors, not outsiders, but her trembling gaze makes you realize she's been through something serious.

"You should've bought fuel crystals instead" you joke. "I'm not sure if I can trust you, but I have spare crystals on my ship. It's a seven-minute walk in that direction. Hand this to my droid, and he'll help you, but keep the lightsaber and don't harm him." You hand her your ring and walk past her without waiting for a response or lie.

Shin Hati takes the ring and holds it, growling. The Baylan's apprentice felt concerned about some random stranger…. Maybe she cared? No, she couldn't. The mission is to steal the ship and find her master.

Following the path into the woods ahead, she feels her leg hurt, and her feet try to turn back, but she keeps walking until she sees the blue and gold ship. The feeling of familiarity passes through her again, along with frustration at not remembering. The rebel insignia displayed makes her roll her eyes, and she advances in an attack position. It all seems too easy; maybe it's all a setup by the Republic in the end.

The ship is open, and Shin climbs the ramp.

A droid stands up and observes the new intruder.

"Oh, hello. Who might you be?" K1 says with curiosity and politeness, watching the blonde girl.

Shin Hati wants to destroy him, but she feels it's not the time yet. Her master taught her patience, and Shin Hati feels sorry. An energy pulls her toward the door, but she takes a deep breath and focuses on the mission.

"Your owner told me to give you this. I'll take the ship," she says, showing him the ring you gave her.

Something is wrong, K1 knows.

You would never just give up the ship like this, but she has your ring. You've never taken it off. He would breathe if it had lungs.

"Make yourself at home, miss. I'll initiate the system," he goes to the command room to try to contact you.

Shin Hati tosses the ring on the table, takes off her gloves, the cape, and admires her droid's efficiency. Maybe she'll keep him around. The ship is clean and fully fueled. She makes a sandwich from the available ingredients while trying to remember where she knows this space from.

The strong wind and drops on the window announce the arrival of the storm. The robotic voice of your droid announces that the departure will be delayed. Shin just nods while staring at the same symbols from your ring adorning the entry door.

Protection runes, perhaps. She recalls stories Baylan used to tell her, symbols that carried magic.

Shin Hati didn't like magic.

She notices a small chest in a corner of the table and pulls it closer to examine it. Then, the apprentice finally understands, and she can't breathe.

She saw you before

A long time ago.

When Shin Hati was the name of the survivor of a ruined city and not Baylan Skoll's apprentice.

Your voice, the chest, the pen. The runes. The droid. Your eyes.

Your damn sad eyes.

She reaches out for the ring, and then she seemed to feel it.

The sadness and the guilt. And there was that girl in the rain. And in the rain, she seemed so sad and so lonely. Just like...

She opened her eyes quickly, her eyes full of tears. She felt it. She felt the emotions hidden inside the ring.

Just like she felt the emotions of the poor girl in the forest.

Suddenly, she cried with all her soul.

She dropped your ring on the floor and hid her face in her hands.She felt so much sadness in her... And she didn't understand why.

Why so sad?

She was still in a state of trance, tears pouring down her face. She wasn't even in your ship anymore. It was like the Force was taking control over her.With the Force, Shin saw you again, lying in the river, passed out.

Almost sinking. Almost dead.

Weak, exhausted, and so lonely.

Shin watched your pain and suffering and cried again, as if she felt what that girl felt. It was all so real. With the Force, she saw every detail, every suffering and pain of that lonely soul.

She was in a state of trance as the Force was trying to make her move, trying to help you.

She raised her head, looked around, and then turned and quickly ran out of the ship. With her lightsaber, she cut her way through the rain to the forest.

She could feel the rain against her skin and could feel the girl's emotions all the way there.

She was afraid but determined.

She brings you to the ship and calls for help; your droid, K1, picks you up and carries you to the ship's infirmary. You drowned, but you're still alive. Almost alive. And looks so broken.

She wanted to comfort you in some way. But how?

Shin Hati didn't know how to comfort anyone.

But there was one thing that Shin knew. The Force could provide healing.

She let all her emotions flow and focused on your healing, trying to use the Force to help you.

K1 brings blankets and dry clothes. She tears off your wet clothes and covers you with a thick blanket.

She only leaves your side to change into dry clothes at the insistence of K1, she learned that it was his name . She stays there, waiting for you to wake up, sit in the big chair next to your bed.

She tries to hate you for making her get wet, but for the first time in years, Shin can't. Looking at her own hands, she feels the Force flow. It's intense and no longer painful. She feels her heart beating and learns that she still has one.

And she had so much to learn about you life when you woke up.

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Sorry for the unplanned delay. I didn't have access to the internet these last two days, but I'm back. Comments are welcome, my padawans 🙊💜

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#Stockton #California #June 2015

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YESSS THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE BILLY FICS. i love these oh my god. is it possible to ask (no rush!) for a billy x reader where a villain comes along (or something dramatic) and billy gets all serious, which scares his family bc he’s the one who’s “slow”? and the reader is like injured or something? (this prob made no sense but however you wanna write it will be perfect!) xoxo

Billy Thunderman X Reader

Authors note: Hi Anon! I think I get what you mean. Thank you for requesting. I really appreciate all the support. It makes me so happy to see recieve and give back the love. I wrote this. I hope it’s up to your standard and you enjoy it! Happy reading!

Summery: You get kidnapped and Billy proves to his family that he is not just an “idiot”

Warnings: Violence, profanity, kidnapping (if there’s any more let me know)

*‘Words/sentences written like this are internal monologues’*

Genre: action?

Word count: 3347

“When you love something, you protect it”

You had just gotten to school. You were at your locker putting your bag away when you get a strange feeling like you’re being watched. Closely. Very, very closely. Goosebumps grow on your skin and the air seems chilled. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as your heart rate rises, but you don’t have much time to think about it. When you turn your head to check your surroundings all you see is your golden boy Billy. You immediately feel relieved when you see your beloved boyfriend. “Good morning Sunshine!” He beams at you. “Good morning love…” you smile at him still a bit wary. “You ready for class?” He asks. “Yeah…” you respond hesitantly as you look over your shoulder, checking your surroundings. Billy grabs your hand and pulls you off to class.

You were with Billy in class. Y'all had free time after finishing all your work, so you were talking and enjoying each other’s company. When suddenly, the feeling comes back. You’ve had it all day, but the chill comes back almost as whispers telling you to watch out. You check your surroundings to be met with a males face that wasn’t your boyfriends. He has black hair and menacing eyes filled with a gloss of covered innocence to fill a facade. You’re wary but your boyfriend is smiling at the male. He’s so sweet he thinks everyone can be a friend, so you swallow your worries as the unknown male speaks to you completely ignoring Billy. “Hey beautiful~” he says to you in a Cheeto covered in syrup attempt at a sexy voice. You look around. Your upper lip pulling to your cheeks and your nose scrunching. “Me?” You asked with your eye brows raised. “Obviously you. You’re the only beauty I see.” You silently gag to your self and murmur an “eww” “What was that?” He asked not hearing your murmur. “New! I said new! Are you new? I haven’t seen you around before.” Billy silently watches the interaction. “Yeah I started a few days ago.” You nod. “I’m Roman. And I want to take you out.” His statement catches Billy’s attention. He’s paying much more attention now. “What?” You ask your face contorted back to the disgust look. ”Go out with me beautiful? Tonight. 6 o’clock. Rosemary’s.” Billy’s face deepens with almost a look of panic. You stand up slamming your hands on the desk getting in Roman’s face. “I’m literally with my fucking boyfriend can’t you tell!” “Yeah! She’s literally with me.” Billy states crossing his arms. Roman throws his hands up and takes a few steps back. “Woah~ feisty aren’t you beautiful?” He puts his hand on your chin and you pull away in protest. Roman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper handing it to you. “Call me. I’ll take you out somewhere nice tonight.” “Fuck off.” You state bluntly. You look at the card and scoff. It had his name and number written on it. The “R” was contorted in two loops with the “O”. You don’t give it a second thought throwing it into the trash. Billy’s eyes follow the card, deep in thought. When you sit back down at your desk Billy looks up at you with his puppy eyes, “You’re not going right?” “What?” You look at him dumbfounded. “You’re not leaving me right?” You repulse for a moment offended he would even think you would go with Ramen, Ramon, what ever his name was. “Absolutely not! That guy was a jerk.” “Okay…you promise?” You look at him lovingly and reassure him. “I promise.” You wrap your pinky around his and give it a light kiss “Hey! How about you and me go out tonight? Ice cream? 6 o’clock? My treat?” He perks up at your proposal. “Absolutely! I love ice cream…and I love you.” “I love you more.” “Impossible.” You kiss his cheek and he pulls you into him.

After school you go home, finish up some homework, then get ready for your date. You are walking through town towards the ice cream shop, “Cream on Me”. The street was eerily empty. As you’re walking you stop for moment staring at a fancy building, “Rosemary’s” the sign read. You got a flash back to that Roman guy from earlier and that strange feeling came back. You ignore it and quickly walk away pulling out your phone to call Billy to feel a bit safer and let him know you’re on your way. Before you can hit his contact you hear a strange noise in an alley you were right by then a whistle from behind you. There was rattling coming from in the alley. “Fuck that!” You scream as you run away. You weren’t stupid enough to investigate like every white person in horror movies. You weren’t going to be the next Dora the explorer wanna be dead on the news. You were running as fast as you could not looking back. When all of a sudden someone grabs you from behind covering your mouth. Your eyes widen and you bite the gloved hand and horse kicked them in the leg. They let go of you in pain giving you an escape. You would’ve screamed but no one was around to hear you anyways, so why would you waste your breath? You think you’re getting away when you’re hit in the back. You’re not sure what you were hit with, but your vision slowly fades away and you feel yourself fall…

It was 6:30pm. Billy had been waiting half an hour for you to show but you hadn’t yet. For a moment he gets discouraged thinking that you had gone to meet with Roman instead, but he quickly scratches that thought from his mind. *‘No Billy. She pinky promised that she wouldn’t leave you or go see him.’* He tries to call you but you don’t answer. He sighs hanging his head when he notices one of the TVs in a store by him. He approaches it. There’s a news lady sitting at her news desk talking about an escaped villain from confinement in Metroburg. “A highly dangerous villain has escaped from the Metroburg prison a few days ago. Police have no idea where he could be. We warn all citizens of surrounding areas to stay inside and contact authorities with any information. These are the last traces of the villain named Solgun. If you see these signs anywhere get to safety and contact the authorities.” A picture of a masked villain was posted on the screen with a picture of a writing he left in his cell. It read, “No cell is strong enough to contain me.” Signed Solgun, with the “S” contorted in two loops with the “O”. *‘Huh? Wait, I think I’ve seen that before. Come on Billy think. Think Billy. You know this.’* Billy’s eyes widen as something snaps in his mind. He super speeds off back home where he sees his family waiting for him.

“Billy! Good. You’re here. The T force is needed.” Phoebe stated as everyone was already in their super suits ready to go. “What’s going on?” He asked concerned. “Solgun is escaped. He is one of the most dangerous villains I’ve ever fought.” Hank warns everyone letting them know that they have no idea what they’re about to go up against. “I looked through security cameras from all over and he’s on top of the old “MavoTech” building in Metroburg.” Billy super speeds and puts his super suit on. “Everyone ready?” Barb asks. They all nod and head out.

You regain consciousness and find yourself on what seems to be the top of building with your hands tied behind your back. You see a figure standing on the edge of the building in the dirtiest cloak you have ever seen but you don’t mention it. “Hey, man…we all get bad thoughts sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you have to jump.” You say sympathetically towards the figure. He turns around to meet your eyes. “What? I’m not jumping. I’m looking over a city that will soon be mine!” He raises his hands in a maniacal way cackling. You make an ick face. “Ew. Your laugh is ugly.” He snarls at you stomping over to you he grabs you by the back of your hair. He’s about to say something when he gets a good whiff of you. “Oh~ you smell delightful. How do you get to smell like that?” “It’s called de-o-dor-ant. Though I’m sure you’ve never heard of that. And it shows.” He grunts letting go of your head practically throwing your head back. “Why am I here?” “Because I want you to be.” “Why? Do you think I’m cute?” You smirk. “Oh~ Very much beautiful~” You gag for a moment when you realize something. “Wait- I know that disgusting cheese grating dying cat voice.” You audibly gasp, “RAMEN!” He turns to you in anger. “ROMAN! Get it right.” “WOW….” “What?” “You’re that jealous?” “SHUT UP!” “DON’T TELL ME TO SHUT UP!” “ILL SHUT YOU UP WHENEVER I WANT TO SHUT YOU UP!” “TRY ME BITCH!” You stand up and put your fists out ready to rumble. “Wha- how’d you get out of your restraints?!” “Huh? Oh the rope? Boy! You literally did I singular tie and you thought that would do something?” He groans. “UGH! I hate you.” He says flatly. “HEY! It’s not my fault you look like if Chester Cheeto and Captain Crunch had a mutant child and dropped a toaster in its bath water!” “UGH! Oh! Look, it’s play time.”…

The Thundermans arrive to the old “MavoTech” building and see Solgun at the very top. “Kids this is a very dangerous villain, I don’t know if we can let you fight this one.” Hank, says earnestly. “What Dad? What are you talking about? We’ve fought so many battles with dangerous villains.” Phoebe protests “Never one like this.” Hank adds. “He’s right. Solgun is not a man to play with. He’s strong, and manipulative, he has power never seen before. It’s far too much for you all.” Barb adds regrettably. “Well I’m going.” Billy adds with perseverance in his voice. “What? No. Billy you can’t go.” “He has ‘Reader’ up there!” “What!? How’d he get them?!” Barb asks frantically. “That’s not important now. I’ll get them.” “I thought you said it was too dangerous.” Nora added. “It is.” “I’m going.” Billy is not backing down. “No! Billy we’ll handle this! To beat him you need to think and be very strategical!” Barb says trying to be careful with her wording. “We can’t mess anything up. You have to be two steps ahead and ready to think on your feet.” Hank adds. “So you think I can’t-“ “BILLY! You’re just not cut out for this one!” They all fall silent. “Hank…” Barb says apologetically, not knowing what to say. “Well I-“ Billy begins to speak but is cut off when his thunder sense goes off making his eyes royal blue with yellow bolts. (If you don’t know what thunder sense is, it’s basically like a sixth sense that allows them to know when some is or is about to be in trouble)

Solgun chuckles, “Well it looks like your hero's are loitering around.” You don’t say anything. Solgun grips your chin. You punch him in the face causing his mask to come off. He throws you to the other side of the roof top causing you to hit the brick hard. He scrambles to get it and put it back on. He stomps back over to you. Grabbing you by the throat and carrying you over to the ledge.

Billy is about to super speed off when Hank grabs his arm stopping him. “Why risk your life? Why go up there against one of the most dangerous, most powerful villains ever?” Hank questions Billy wondering why he would do something so stupid after they tried to warn him. “Because! When you love something, you protect it.” He’s never been so sure of himself. He knew that he was doing the right thing. He super speeds off to the top of the roof and run in on the scene of reader being held on the edge of the roof. “Let them go!” He holds his ground. His face stern and teeth snarled. “Or what?” Solgun laughed maniacally. “What are you going to do?” Billy is about to speed over to grab you but Solgun dangles you further over the edge threatening to drop you. “AHH!” You scream and try to grab at Solgun’s hands. “Move any closer and I’ll throw them right over.” Billy pauses unsure of what to do. You look at Billy your eyes a bit watery pleading for help. He’s panicked and doesn’t know what to do. If he moves you die, but he doesn’t move then you’re still stuck. “What? You really are going to do nothing!?” Solgun laughs with amusement. “You think you can stop me?” Solgun cackles while holding you even further over the edge of the building. “You are a nothing! A pathetic! Useless! Nothing!”“Let them go Roman.” Solgun looks at you and spits “Fine. I’ll let them go. You weren’t that attractive anyways” he throws you off the roof.

At that moment, time moves in slow motion. You slowly plummet to your death. All you can think about is Billy’s face as he watched you fall. You’re also thinking about how you’re going to splatter blood and guts right in front of his family. Your fingers possibly exploding from the pressure. You wished you could’ve hugged your pet one last time. See their happy face one last time. But at least if you were going to die, it wasn’t a boring death and you’d probably be famous for being pushed off a roof. You’d be all over the news. As all the these thoughts fill your head you brace yourself for impact.

But it never comes…

As soon as you were shoved off the building Billy immediately used his power boosting himself to get to you. He sped down over 100 sets of stairs. Over 20 feet down…and he still made it to you. (Which I guess isn’t really surprising considering the fact that he has literally gone to Italy and has come back with pastries in less than 20 seconds before) He catches you in his arms. You curl into his chest relieved to be in his arms once again. He holds you tightly kissing your forehead. “I got you. I got you baby. You're safe. I’m here.” Solgun floats down from the building laughing. “How cute. You think a simple catch if going to do anything?” Solgun taunts but Billy doesn’t back down. He pushes you behind him ready to fight. Solgun is amused not showing any remorse, “YOU CANT BEAT ME!!” You walk backwards trying to give them some distance when suddenly you feel a surge of pain in your chest. “Augh!” You cry out clenching your chest and almost falling over. Billy rushes over to you to help you sit down. “Are you alright? What’s wrong?” You try to speak. You try to say you’re fine but you can’t really speak with the pain. “HA! HA! My venom is already seeping through their veins! It’s too late!” He cackles like a mad man. “WHAT?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!?” Billy panics. Solgun doesn’t answer he just laughs criminally. Billy gently lays you down then speeds over to his family. “I can trap him. If I run circles around him at a speed of 215 miles per hour while Max uses his heat breath and Phoebe uses her freeze breath we can send him into a seizure of his own power forming a vortex. From there mom can use her electricity to zap his clocks out.” Everyone stares at him shocked at his wit. “Come on people! No time to “savor” the moment! We got a city to save! Get into position!” Billy runs off ready to form the trap.

Billy gets into ready position. He’s on one knee with one hand on the ground the other foot ready to push off. “Aww, what are you? Spider-Man? Huh? Little weak spidy-baby?” Solgun has the audacity to taunt him with his comments. Billy raise his brows and smirks, “No. It’s Kid Quick.” Thunder bolts go off in his eyes. They zap through his veins visibly seen through out his body. “Thunder Billy kinda scares me.” Barb whispers to Hank. “Yep me too.” Billy starts running at 215mph causing dust tornado to form around Solgun. Lighting thrusts through the dust as Max starts using his heat breath and Phoebe uses her freeze breath. It’s working. Solguns powers start malfunctioning. They blast all his power out of him all contained in the storm. “Now!” Billy shouts signaling to Barb. She uses her electricity, and Solgun is defeated. He lays there on the ground. “Who’s the weak little spidy-baby now?” Billy taunts him. Hank handcuffs Solgun bringing him to his feet. Then looks are Billy sincerely, “I’m sorry about what I said. I was wrong. I was so very wrong.” “Thank you.” Billy replies. Solgun opens his stank breath mouth again, “You think you won?! You may have defeated me but the little butterfly over there still is infested with my venom!” “What?” “When I threw them off the roof I injected my venom into their skin. It’s already seeped through their veins and into their heart by now.” Everyone looks panicked. You get up and walk over to the crowd. “What does that mean?” You questioned. “It means that they di-“ Solgun eyes widen in surprise. “How are you alive!? My venom should’ve killed you by now!” “Ummm no…I feel fine. I think someone was just playing with my voodoo doll.” “WHAT?!” Solgun is furious but Hank flies him off to the prison cell from which he came.

Billy grabs you by the waist holding you closely. Afraid to let you go, “Are you feeling alright?! Like actually alright?” You put your hand on his cheek. “I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” “I mean I’m a bit tired but I’m perfectly fine.” “You promise?” “I promise.” He pulls you back in kissing you deeply. “You look really hot in that suit.” Billy blushes and laughs, “My super suit?” “Mhm! It’s definitely doing things to me.” You smirk. He leans in and whispers in your ear “What kind of things?” “Oh I bet you want to know.” You giggle sighing and leaning into his chest. “I love you I’m so sorry that this happened to you.” “It wasn’t your fault Honey.” You try to reassure him but he tries to protest, “No, no, I should’v-“ so you have to shut him up. You kiss him deeply and he returns the favor. “I love you.” He leans his forehead onto yours. “I love you too.” “Alright love birds! Let’s wrap it up so we can get going.” Max teased slightly annoyed but mostly happy for his little brother. You hold Billy’s hand as they take you back to their home to get you cleaned up and checked by a doctor.

You stumble a bit as you walk. Your body is throbbing and something tells you that things are about to really change…

#the thundermans return #billy thunderman #billy x reader #the thundermans #x reader #fanfic #imagine #thunderfam #thunderclan #reading #story

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