Hope you are doing ok and having a nice pre-christmas time. I enjoy very much your writing and honestly, this blog is a nice confort place for me. Thank you very much for your work.
I would like to propose a HC, if you like the idea.
I liked a lot the Jedi reader falls to the dark side HC's and I was thinking... What if Jedi reader is tempted to the dark side (maybe she lost her master in a tragic way or maybe is angry at the jedi council and how they are failing the people who really needs them,.... The reason you like the most, you are the artist) but the batcher she loves remains her who she really is and help her to see thought her anger/grief/whatever and prevent her fall to the dark side.
Thanks for reading!
Aloha! Love to read that! So sorry you are getting this answer so late, I was bombarded with requests in December, more so than usual, had to work through it all and some of the requests were quite extensive. But finally, here we go!
The Bad Batch x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Remember Who You Are
Warning: Angsty/Tension/Mention Of Violence/Fluffy
In war there are always victims, you see it every day. Yet the thought that it could affect you so personally is somehow distant, at least until your master, mentor, and closest friend becomes a casualty of war. Torn by grief and helpless anger, you begin to turn to the dark side. But there is someone who is a light at the end of the tunnel, someone who believes in you and reaches out a hand to bring you back from this destructive path.
You are in a rage, almost mowing Hunter down with your lightsaber as well when he gets in your way.
"Cyare," he says softly, almost in a whisper, yet his voice is very clear, "stop it."
You're breathing heavily, your hand clutching the hilt of your lightsaber so tightly that your knuckles stick out white.
"Get out of my way!" you snap at him, but you can already feel his gaze boring gently but firmly into yours, stirring something deep inside you, the gentleness, kindness and patience he has fallen in love with.
"This isn't you, look around, you've already won, you've ended this battle victorious. I know you feel pain, I know how unfair it all feels and how much you want to lash out. But that won't bring your master back, and he wouldn't want this to happen."
Kneeling behind Hunter are a couple of separatist officers you wanted to execute.
"You're not a murderer" Hunter says softly, "The woman I fell in love with is not a butcher".
The hand in which you hold the lightsaber begins to tremble unsteadily. He takes a step toward you, reaches out a hand, places it on your cheek.
"Open up to me, Cyare, put out your feelers".
You hesitate, but as you open yourself to the Force and focus on him, an affectionate warmth washes over you. His smile widens a bit, as if seeing in your eyes what you feel
"There she is, the sweet thing I fell in love with," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.
Wrecker and Echo keep an eye on the prisoners.
The lightsaber goes out in your hand, and you almost drop it, but put it back on your belt.
You take a deep breath, grateful for his closeness, his affection and the peace he exerts on you.
"I think I need a break from all the fighting," you say softly, "at least a few days."
Hunter says just as quietly, "I still have a few days of Shore Leave left. Do you want me to come with you?"
Your hands grasp his gratefully.
"That would be great."
His trust in you is unshakable. He stands in front of you, puts his gun away, surrenders himself to you, because he is sure you would never vent your anger on him.
"My love," he says so gently that the words are like a caress stroking your angry surface.
A shiver runs down your spine. You want to lunge, but Echo raises his hands and once again places himself in your path, in front of your targets.
"That's enough," he says a little more sternly, "These are our prisoners."
You reach out into the Force and want to push him aside, but something in his gaze slows you down. His gaze is reproving, but also gentle. It is pleading and also demanding. But most of all, it is loving. Echo knows you are suffering, and he suffers with you, he knows how much your loss hurts you, and he can at least sense how tempting it is to use the Force in anger.
He takes a step towards you, slowly puts his hands down and says, "You can't go any further down this path".
You haven't even thought about the words, but you hear yourself asking, "Why not?"
Echo looks at you sadly and says seriously, "Because I can't follow you down this path."
He takes another step toward you, reaches out his hand to you, places it on your sternum.
"Take a deep breath. You must allow the pain, you must not drown it in anger, even if that seems like the easier way, it's the wrong way."
Your lightsaber is still humming in your hand. Your heart is pounding hard, almost painfully, in your chest.
Through clenched teeth, you say close to tears, "I need relief!"
Echo comes even closer, takes your face in both hands, and looks at you piercingly.
"I know. And it will come, with patience and calm. Anger will only bring you temporary relief, you will be worse off afterward than you were before."
With a soft hiss, your lightsaber goes out and you finally lower your arm.
"Since when did you become so wise?" you ask softly.
Echo leans his forehead against yours and says with a soft laugh, "That's something you trigger in me."
You almost cut him in half. Wrecker gets in your way when you want to execute the captured separatist officers.
"Mesh'la, I know I'm usually the first to want to punish Separatists, but these aren't droids."
"I'm aware of that," you snap impatiently, "Get out of the way."
He shakes his head stubbornly. With a worried frown he says, "That's not you, that's not my 'Cyare' talking out of you. I don't know who she is, but she is something dark."
You know he's right, but anger and grief are tearing at your nerves, and right now you really have no patience at all for a discussion with him.
"Get out of the way, this is an order from your general!" you say smoothly but cuttingly, playing the rank card.
"I'm sorry, but I have to refuse that order".
His retort, doesn't sound defiant, it sounds sad and concerned.
"Put your saber down" he says gently, "Take a deep breath, think. Would your master want you to remember him in this way?"
You know very well that your master would not want that, ever.
Slowly, you lower the sword and let it go out.
"But how should I deal with this?"
Wrecker comes closer, takes off his chest plate, puts his strong arms around you and gently presses your head against his chest.
"Do you hear that?"
You blink and take a deep breath.
Wrecker hums in agreement and says, "It beats for you, every day. I believe in you and I'm with you. I don't know where we go from here, but you're not alone. We'll find a way to deal with it together"
He gets in your way and flinches a bit from your blade, which nearly scorches his chest plate.
"What are you doing?" you snap, angry and startled, "Get out of the way!"
Tech blinks, he takes a second to collect himself, you almost seriously hurt him.
"Cyare, that's not the Jedi way, but more importantly, it's not your way. You are not an executioner."
He puts his blasters away, adjusts his goggles, and takes a deep breath before saying, "If you take this step, there's no turning back. If you take these lives, separatist or not, you are a murderer. This is not justice."
Exasperated, you murmur, "Tech, you may know a lot of things, but you have no idea about this!"
He sighs, stepping closer to you, so close that your lightsaber almost touches his chest plate.
"I may not understand some of the intricacies of the Jedi, but I understand that they are peaceful, I understand that they protect life and do not take it. I know that you, especially, are full of compassion and kindness. This is not you, Cyare. Stand down."
"I am the general," you say angrily, "I give the orders."
Tech shakes his head.
"Not today, you don't. You are not in a position to make rational decisions"
Through bared teeth, you growl, "You better not piss me off".
Tech frowns sadly.
"I was going to say those words, eventually. But I had imagined the moment differently. I love you, Cyare, more than my own life. I have always admired you, your strength, your kindness, your sense of justice, the calm you exert on others. Where is that woman now?"
You blink, you didn't really expect Tech to ever mouth those words, but he had just done so.
Slowly, your hand with the lightsaber sinks and you let it go out.
"You love me?"
Tech smiles tentatively.
"Yes, indeed. And if you'll let me, I'd like to comfort you and help you cope with your loss. You're better than this, I know that."
He frowns as you line up the captured separatist officers in front of you. Crosshair senses the anger bubbling beneath your surface, he saw something break inside you when your master fell before your eyes. However, he doesn't quite know how to deal with it, how to react to it.
As you ignite your lightsaber and lash out, he holds his breath. But you stop just before the neck of one of the officers and stand motionless.
Crosshair looks at you, and for a while it's completely silent, only the prisoner's anxious, heavy breathing can be heard over the humming sound of your saber.
Suddenly, Crosshair says quietly, "If it feels wrong, then it probably is wrong."
You turn your head slightly and give him a sideways glance.
"Killing isn't really the Jedi way, is it?" he notes.
Silently, you blink, trying to pull your thoughts out of the morass of anger and grief and put them into an order that makes sense.
Quietly, you finally say, "Killing is not the way of the Jedi, no."
Crosshair steps a little closer and says quietly, "It's not my place to tell you what to do, you're the General. But perhaps you will allow me to remind you that your master would not have wanted this."
The hand with the lightsaber trembles slightly.
Your eyes meet and Crosshair says, "Kitten, I know you're stronger than this, better. That's why I admire you."
You swallow hard, the turmoil inside you is immense, but you pull yourself together as best you can. Your hand with the lightsaber drops, finally you let it go out and put it back on your belt.
"Make sure the prisoners are loaded, they are to be interrogated on the cruiser".
Crosshair shows a small smile.
Quietly, he says, "I knew you'd do the right thing."
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