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jedipoodoo · 8 months

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This might be a weird request, you don't have to write this okay! But... How about Imperal bad batch ( seperated) and pregnant reader? Hunter turns into the darks side while his wife is pregnant (almost like Anakin and Padme

THIS REQUEST GOT ME LIKE

Ma'am, I will answer any and all requests for a pregnant reader and you know that. I'm sorry for taking so long, but I really wanted to do this one justice 😁

Haunted (Imperial! Hunter x Pregnant!Fem!Reader)

Okay, so most of my Dad Batch shorts mention keeping the baby from the kaminoans and the like, so....what if they couldn't keep the baby from them???

Warnings: labor and delivery, pregnancy (obvi), kidnapping, The Empire sucks, Nala Se is a pain in the shebs, Nobody likes Wilhuff Tarkin. This one is a lot darker than my usual stuff. Dark may be too strong of a word for it, but idk how else to put it.

Notes: what it says on the label. Pregnant reader, female reader. Hunter is manipulated. Protective Hunter, Angst without a happy ending...yet. Dividers by @saradika

"Hold on just a minute more, cyare, we're almost there," Hunter urged. Echo peeked around the corner, signaling for Hunter to freeze. Hunter, holding one of your hands to lead you and wrapping the other around your waist to hold you upright, pulled you against the wall to keep from being seen around the corner. He could hear the slow, meandering gait of a Kaminoan as they walked past the hall, unsuspecting, taking all the time in the world while you struggled not to whimper at the pain in Hunter's arms.

Hunter gently patted your belly, as if that would make everything better.

"You're doing great," He whispered.

"I'm gonna kill you," You growled.

Echo hissed a warning, waving you both forward. The Kaminoan was gone.

Your comm beeped softly, and Hunter snatched it up, trying to get you to move faster when all you could do was waddle.

"Come in, Tech."

"The medical wing has been cleared. Wrecker and Crosshair will stand guard."

"Good. We're two minutes out."

"AHH!" Your knees gave out as a contraction tore through your body, and you almost slipped out of Hunter's arms.

Hunter gently lowered you to the floor to let you catch your breath, "Breathe, sweetheart, just keep breathing," He urged. It was in some stupid holo-article that he had read online, and despite the amount of research he'd put into labor and delivery, that tactic in particular was starting to get super annoying. Breathing was one of the last things on your mind when you had

"Is that one worse than the last few?" Echo asked. He was trying to be gentle, force bless him he was, but his grip on your arm was struggling not to pull you to your feet and drag you to safety.

You looked up at Hunter, and froze. Despite the fact that every single thing he was trying to do at the moment was annoying you to no end, you could see the fear quavering in his eyes.

You all knew that if the Kaminoans found you, as arrogant and self-serving as they were, they would unquestionably seize your child as Kaminoan property, enfolding him (or her) into the sea of identical brothers bred for slaughter. Neither Hunter or his brothers were going to let that happen.

"Osik," Hunter muttered none too softly. You followed his gaze to the floor, where a sticky puddle was forming from your water breaking. Osik was right.

Hunter slipped his arms under your legs and your back and hefted you in the air. He didn't even wait for the all-clear from Echo, he just ran to the med-wing.

"Hunter, I can walk-" but the next contraction stole your breath and proved you wrong. Hunter ran faster, and you could hear Echo struggling to catch up with you. You wrapped your arms around Hunter's neck and prayed.

Wrecker and Crosshair waved you past, sealing the door shut behind you. Only Tech and a single med-droid were in the tiny medical wing they had managed to clear.

"The droid's memory will be wiped the moment we are finished," Tech promised before you could voice your worries. Hunter gently sat you on the table, bracing your feet in the stirrups.

"Her contractions are two minutes and thirty seconds apart," Hunter said. The droid quickly ran a few scans to confirm and Tech handed you a large sheet of paper that hardly counted as a robe.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

You gulped, bracing yourself against another contraction. Whether or not you were ready, your baby was coming.

There was pounding on the door, but you could barely hear their demands of "Open up in there!" over the squalls of your baby.

"It's a boy," Tech said, almost as an afterthought as the droid cut the umbilical cord.

Hunter pressed his lips to your forehead, despite how sweaty and gross you felt. "Good job, cyare," He whispered, "You did so good."

You nodded, unable to think straight. "The baby..." You reached for the child bundled in Tech's arms. Hunter sprung to his feet and took them from Tech as gently as he could, bringing the baby back over to you.

"Oh," You gasped softly, running a finger across their cheek. It was a little sticky, like something that had been dried haphazardly, and their hair was still slick with blood and fluids, but you brushed it out with your fingers, letting the dark curls spring into place as he wriggled with all his newborn strength.

"He looks just like you, Hunter," You whispered.

"The spitting image," Tech had already shut down the droid to wipe its memory circuits, and you took the baby from Hunter, pressing him against your chest.

"Mama's here, Mama's here," You said, kissing the baby over and over.

The pounding on the door had stopped, but there was lots of shouting. Hunter's gaze darted to the door as he heard Wrecker cry out.

"We've got to get you out of here," He said, pulling you to your feet. You stumbled like a newborn fathier colt, leaning against him.

"I-I can't," You gasped. You tried to give him the baby, "You have to take him,"

"I'm not leaving you," He insisted.

"Now is not the time for affectionate stubbornness, Hunter, she's right. You have to get him out of here before-"

There was blasterfire in the hall, and you saw sparks fly as several bolts hit the door. Your son wailed unhappily and you reached for him, only to pull your hand back at the last moment.

"Go!" You begged Hunter, but it was too late.

The door that Tech had painstakingly sealed shut slid open, and eight shock troopers pointed their blasters into the room, aiming for you, Hunter, and the baby.

"Place the infant on the table and step back," Their captain commanded.

"No," Ever the contrarian, Hunter shielded your son from their view.

You hadn't even named him yet.

Just beyond the wall of troopers, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo had all been forced to their knees with their hands behind their heads. The bodies of several other Shock Troopers and Kaminoan security troopers were strewn about the hall, dead or alive it was hard to tell, but the Batch wasn't going down without a fight.

Admiral Tarkin stepped into the doorway to take in the damage for himself, but what made your blood run cold was Nala Se standing behind him.

"You will not take my child!" You screamed. stumbling to your feet to stand between your son and the blasters.

"Your child is Kaminoan property," Nala Se said calmly, despite the bodies of her creation littered around her.

"Imperial Property," Tarkin corrected harshly, "Much like your supposed lover and his squad. Lieutenant, you are stripped of your title and imprisoned for your crimes. CT-9901, you are also henceforth removed from your post as Sergeant. You are all under arrest."

"She has just given birth!" Tech finally spoke up, "She will not be going anywhere until she heals! Unless you wish to have her death on your hands?"

You hadn't even named him yet.

Tarkin shrugged, "Dead or alive, it makes no difference." He waved to the troopers who approached with several sets of binder cuffs like the others wore.

"No!" You screamed and leaped at the troopers. You were unable to do more than crash into them, but it gave Hunter a shot at getting through, and that was all you could hope for.

With your son secured to his chest, Hunter dashed out of the room and past the astonished Nala Se and a flabbergasted Tarkin. You smirked to yourself as you slid down to the floor, breathing heavily.

Tech grabbed your arm to steady you, and both of you were grabbed by the troopers

Hunter knew the halls of Kamino like the back of his hand. Once he made it past the original wave, there was little to stop the (former) sergeant of Clone Force Ninety-Nine.

His baby whimpered in his arms, and he hurriedly hushed them.

He'd come back for you later, or maybe his brothers would help you escape, somewhere quiet and peaceful like you'd always talked about after the war. Somewhere you could raise your family in peace.

But for now, he was only worried about doing what you'd said, and that was getting your son to safety.

"It's alright, ad'ika, we're gonna get you out of here," He whispered, pressing his lips against the boy's forehead.

"I'll keep you safe."

Alarms blared to signal his escape, which made it harder to calm the baby, but also simultaneously hid their cries.

Hunter wished that his brothers were with him, but they had all agreed to this. They had all insisted that your child was priority, and they would defend it like one of their Vode, just as they had when you joined them.

Hunter ran faster, on deft feet, always knowing which hall to take in order to avoid a clumsy stampede.

The Marauder was docked in the bay closest to the medwing, Echo needed a checkup after their last mission, but it seemed serendipitous when your contractions started in the early morning. You knew the Kaminoans would see this as openly flaunting your blatant disregard for their authority in their own city. You'd wanted to have your baby anywhere but Tipoca City, but then you'd received orders to return to Kamino with the end of the war.

Hunter grit his teeth, avoiding patrols was keeping him from going as fast as he'd like,and his son's cries were getting more and more agitated. It was a pitiful replacement, but he stuck his finger in the child's mouth to let him suck on it. As soon as he took off, he could give him the formula aboard the Marauder and look him over.

"Most childcare experts agree that there is a distinct possibility that hyperspace travel at such a delicate stage can be detrimental to child's development," Tech's voice echoed in Hunter's mind. But that couldn't be helped right now.

He turned the corner towards the bay, but it was blocked by another squad of Shock Troopers. Before he could think, he drew his blaster.

"Hunter!" You screamed in terror. Hunter's blood ran ice-cold as he spotted you.

You were on your knees, held upright by two troopers, and an Admiral (or someone else who wore one of those gray suits) had a blaster pointed at your head. Tarkin met Hunter's gaze with a smug smile.

"You made a valiant effort in your escape, Sergeant. I can only imagine how much that child means to you."

Hunter shifted the baby, holding him closer. The boy was starting to grow frantic again, now that he didn't have anything to suck on.

"However," Tarkin continued, "Much like yourself, the child is now property of the Galactic Empire. Attempting to steal him is treason."

"If I'm already committing treason, I might as well shoot you here and seal the deal." Hunter focused his aim on Tarkin.

"You could, couldn't you?" Tarkin barked a cold, humorless laugh,

"However, the moment you open fire, Vice Admiral Rampart has orders to shoot at point-blank range."

You shook your head desperately. "Hunter, don't!"

"Hand over the infant, now!" Tarkin said. His lackey in an identical suit pressed the blaster to the base of your throat, cutting off your protest.

"What will it be: the child? Or it's mother?" Tarkin sneered.

It was over. Hunter knew that. Even if he did as you asked, he still wouldn't be able to get past the Shock Troopers. His sons cries were like ringing in his ears as he tossed his blaster to the side.

They took his son from his arms, and all he could say was "Support his head!" as they turned away so that Hunter couldn't even see him anymore, but he listened to his cries as they were dragged in opposite directions.

You and Hunter were brought to what sufficed as the brig in Tipoca City. Tech, Echo, Crosshair, and Wrecker were already there, and they hurried to make room for you to sit on the only bench available. Your legs were shaking terribly, and you were sore all over. The pain medication Tech had given you was starting to wear off. Tech gave you a once-over as best he could without his datapad or any medical gear.

"Most of this recovery takes several months anyway, even without the added stress you've been through," He said, it what must have been an objectively positive observation, but only served to remind you of everything you had just lost.

"Where's the kid?" Crosshair demanded. Hunter couldn't even look him in the eye from the insane guilt he felt at giving up his son. All you could do was cry.

Crosshair cursed and slammed his fist against the wall, though he didn't know what he was expecting from an operation like this. Clone Force 99 had never known failure like this before, it was a foreign feeling to them.

Hunter refused to let himself cry. He had to be strong for his brothers, for you and your son. He had to get you out of there, somehow.

He didn't even know how you could bare to look at him for such a catastrophic failure, but you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him close to you.

"We...we didn't even get to name him," You whimpered in Hunter's arms.

Hunter's jaw stiffened atop the crown of your head.

"Well, let's name him now."

It felt slightly pathetic, sobbing in a jail cell over a child that had been ripped from your arms, but the idea of naming him felt like a rousing battle cry deep in your soul. The Kaminoans hated the names that the clones gave each other, and despite all the nicknames that they claimed and gave to each other, at the end of the day only their numbers were written on reports and official documentation.

But your son wasn't a clone. He was your son. And he would have a name from birth.

"Asher." You said. Where you came from, the name symbolized hope, of something beautiful and precious being created from the ashes of destruction. Something like your life as a family.

Hunter nodded, gently rubbing circles into your shoulders. "Asher it is."

"CT-9901, you need to come with us."

Ice encased your heart as the shock troopers approached the makeshift cell, deactivating the shield.

"Don't," You begged, looking up at him as your hands dug into his shirt, holding on for dear life.

"I have to," He whispered, working your fingers loose so he could stand.

"She's right," Echo said loudly, standing up.

"Yes, we stay together." Tech stepped between Hunter and the shock trooper.

The trooper did not take kindly to this show of defiance, and drove the butt of his blaster into Tech's stomach. Tech fell to his knees as he gasped in pain, and the others all stood ready to fight, but knowing it was fruitless.

"Enough," Hunter stood, motioning to his brothers to stand down.

"I'll go."

He wasn't cuffed, but there was a blaster muzzle in his back every step of the way. The troopers led him back to the med bay, where several medical droids were still cleaning the room that you had commandeered earlier. The troopers marched him past the room and past a large window where several cadets were going through their checkups. And right in the corner was Asher.

Hunter disregarded the warnings from the Troopers and place his hand against the window, wishing he could catch his son's attention. He was in an incubation box, sound asleep, with monitors strapped to his chest. Hunter was just relieved he wasn't in a growth tube.

"Asher," He murmured as a shock trooper gripped his shoulder, "Your name is Asher."

The troopers all but dragged him to another closed-off room, where Tarkin waited with Nala Se and a datapad. Hunter kept his focus on Tarkin, wondering if the so-called "Admiral" had spent as much time with a hot blaster in his hand than in a comfortable office on Coruscaunt.

"We meet again, Sergeant."

Hunter chuckled, "I thought I wasn't a Sergeant anymore, Admiral."

"I suppose you'd prefer to be called CT-9901, then?"

So the Admiral did know about their chosen names, he just chose not to use them.

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to not let his breathing get the best of him.

"What I need is your cooperation,"

Hunter shrugged, "Sounds simple enough. Just let them go."

He knew it was a fool's dream to think that Tarkin would actually acquiesce to his demands, but he had to try.

"Let my wife, son, and brothers go and I'll do whatever you want."

Tarkin squared his shoulders to challenge Hunter, "Certainly not. That would be a grave mistake on our part. Think of all that we could learn. The Empire has other plans for a force-sensitive child."

Hunter's blood ran cold.

"Oh, you didn't know," Tarkin smiled slyly, and Hunter's hands clenched in an effort to keep from slapping the smirk off his face.

Nala Se handed Tarkin her datapad, "Nala Se's team has performed all the necessary tests and administered the correct vaccinations for your child. A quick blood test showed a count of approximately fifteen-thousand midi-chlorians."

Hunter's throat ran dry, and his ears rang with the sound of his son- Asher's- cries.

"You have a simple choice, Sergeant. Join the Empire freely, stay with your brothers, your partner and your child, or be forced to watch them suffer for your treason."

It wasn't much of a choice, and Hunter knew it. They were offering him the short end of the stick to pull him from the same raging rapids they had tossed him into, but it was either that or drown.

And he would sacrifice everything he was for the chance to protect you and your child.

Post-Script: I know I've used Asher as a name for Crosshair's kid but it fit too well for this AU.

#lizart writes #the bad batch #sergeant hunter #the bad batch x reader #hunter #tbb hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #imperial hunter #tbb hunter x reader #Hunter x reader #Tbb hunter x you #Imperial au #imperial hunter x reader #pregnant reader #dad batch

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inquisitor-apologist · 10 months

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Thinking of another Star War AU I Will Not Write. This time, it’s an Imperial Ghost Crew one:

Sabine Wren fails to escape the Imperial Academy, and is, for some reason, forced into a mentorship program with Hera Syndulla, an extremely competent and talented new ISB agent coming out of a decorated career in the Imperial Navy. Sabine hates her on sight. She attempts to run away at least five times a day (Hera always seems to know where she is), and makes no secret of how much she wants to join the rebel terrorists they are currently hunting. The only upside to the situation is Agent Syndulla's ancient, borderline illegal droid (he doesn't want to go through Imperial reprogramming, and Hera won't make him) who lives for chaos and is absolutely willing to hack into a Star Destroyer’s comm system to blast the Republic anthem and smuggle in smoke bombs.

Hera Syndulla was captured in an Imperial raid when she was a kid (11-12) and placed in an Imperial reeducation facility. She graduated top of her class at the Imperial Fighter Academy and served as one of the Empire's most talented TIE pilots until she was promoted to the ISB. And now she has to wrangle a teenage Mandalorian whose favorite hobbies are high treason and vandalism. Sabine's relentless rebellion starts to change her mind on the Rebellion, especially when Sabine tells her about the Duchess and what the Empire's done to Mandalore.

Chopper, of course, goes where Hera goes, even though the Empire is far too orderly for his tastes. He somehow found her after her capture and reeeducation, and covertly replaced her astromech at the Fighter Academy. He commands an army of Mouse Droids on the Star Destroyer, and takes great pleasure in using them to sneak bugs and smoke bombs into Officer's quarters. In his opinion, Sabine is the best thing that's ever happened to him--she's an excellent gunner, a fellow chaos lover, and she's gotten Hera to loosen up a bit, so it's easier than ever to sneak off with her codes to prank the Admiral.

Ezra was captured with his parents on Lothal and put into Project Harvester, where he was eventually transferred into the Inquisitorius as a Junior Inquisitor. As such, he is extremely repressed. Sabine takes one look at him and decides he's her new best friend, and by the Force she is going to radicalize him. They become fast friends, and are soon the bane of every Senior Officer's existence. But no one can track the mysterious disappearance of all of Admiral Konstantine's pants back to them, of course. They bond over shared Imperial Trauma and eventually decide that they need to get out of here as fast as fucking possible.

Kanan was captured after Order 66 and was tortured into the Inquisitorius, so he's even more emotionally constipated than Ezra. He is Struggling with attempting to parent a teenager because Vader and the Grand Inquisitor's solution to everything was torture, and for some strange reason, he doesn't want to do that with Ezra. Also, he's extremely confused whenever he looks at Hera because he gets Feelings other?? than unquenchable rage??? and he does not know how to process this At All. He ends up covering for Ezra and Sabine's shenanigans because they're just kids and he doesn't want to see them punished. So no, Admiral Konstantine, he has no idea how all the security tapes for your room on the night your pants were stolen disappeared, it's a complete mystery.

Zeb and Kallus are the leaders of the Rebel cell they're trying to capture, because there's absolutely no way Zeb would ever be Imperial. Kallus and Hera were friends back at the Imperial Academy so they've got that best friends to enemies dynamic, and Zeb and Kanan have a really old rivalry--Zeb has a habit of sneaking Force Sensitive kids out of the Empire's reach, and Kanan's been halfheartedly hunting him for years. They are absolutely kriffing, and keep asking Hera and Kanan when they're going to finally do it. Kanan is so embarrassed he can't speak, and Hera looks straight down for so long that the rebels make their getaway unchallenged.

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meilooruns-a-go-go · 11 months

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Imperial Tech gets to fly the most cutting edge TIE fighters. He's the best pilot the Empire has seen since Vader. His cybernetic eyes give him an edge, but it's his steady nerves, and his ability to think fast and react faster that allow him to fly almost as well as a Force sensitive pilot.

#tbb au #imperial au #tech tbb #imperial tech #pilot tech #screenshot edit #photo edit

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andorerso · 11 months

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DIEGO LUNA | Actors On Actors Behind The Scenes

#diego luna #dlunaedit #diegolunaedit #starwarsblr #swcastedit #diegolunadaily #diegolunasource #*gifs #*diego #handsome <3 #imperial au

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pararararablof · 10 months

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Imperial

#obikin #imperial au #no beard obiwan

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calyssmarviss · 1 year

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imperials

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #dark side au #imperial au #obikin #star wars #sw fanart #my art #okay this one’s been done for a couple weeks and i… forgot about it lol

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redhoodie1723 · 2 years

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Suitless Vader for the soul

“thats a nice neck you got there, would be a shame if someone… force choked it”

#anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #suitless vader #star wars au #reds art tag #fanart #art #skywalker saga #sith anakin #should i draw sith obi wan?#empress padme?#imperial prince and princess luke and leia?#could be funny #imperial au

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anainci · 19 days

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DNT Fem!Yang sketches

Might be a wedding photo

#legend of the galactic heroes #logh #yang wen-li #logh fanart #銀河英雄伝説 #ヤンウェンリー #FemYang #Imperial AU

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kala-fiorek · 2 years

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Ferus Olin and Roan Lands oh, and BD-1 of course.

It seems I settled on a format for character portraits. Yay! Keep your fingers crossed so, I will not change that. The theme is still similar to the previous idea since I designed those halos for a reason and I simply love them and intend to use them :)

For some reason, my brain started with those two but tbh I had fun designing and drawing them.

> New Anakin and Obi-Wan > previous Anakin and Obi-Wan

#the empire #kala fiorek #ferus olin #roan lands #bd-1 #star wars #imperial au #Illustration #star wars fanart #kala draws #my works

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abandonedgooose · 1 year

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Imperial AU

(I wanted to name Royal, but it already was taken)

Howdy: I see Howdy as a Knight and Protector of the Emperor(Wally) He is the first wally's follower

Wally: Wally of course is the emperor of Apple Empire(?not sure abt name)

I'm still trying to come up with the others, I guess I'll draw Frank as a poet, Eddie as a butler. Not sure abt the others, if there are any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. :D

#welcome home fanart #welcome home #welcome home arg fanart #welcomehomearg #welcome home wally #wally darling #howdy #howdy pillar #welcome home howdy #welcome home au #imperial au #welcome home imperial au

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ira-hydrangea · 2 years

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For the imperial heir au if the harem did have a child with the imperial heir how would they raise them?

Did we jump to the child now? I mean they are cute. So let's do it for each dorm.

Heartslabyul:

If the child's father is one of the Heartslabyul, the child will grow up under strict rules. Riddle will make sure the child will have the best education and make sure they have perfect manners. Trey will teach the child to bake and Cater maybe will teach the child how to use social media (to destroy someone's life). Ace will have fun with the child while Deuce will teach his child how to fight... using a fist.

Savanaclaw.

A much rowdier bunch than the rest. If the child comes from Savanaclaw, the first thing Leona will teach is respect. Especially towards the Imperial Heir. Martial Arts and Strategy is a must to teach. In other words, the child will grow up to be a general. Survival tips? Leave it to Ruggie. While the child's courageous act comes from Jack.

Octavinelle.

Azul will teach the child how to use words to influence people (aka manipulate). He will also teach the child how to make a situation moves in their favor. Jade and Floyd will teach the child how to be intimidating. The child will surely grow up to be such a good child with flowery words.

Scarabia.

Kalim will teach the child how to have fun and how to do business. The child will surely grow up to be such a sunshine boy. As for the darker part deception, how to read people, fighting skills, etc is more into Jamil's doing.

Pomefiore.

The one thing that Vil will teach is a potion and how to use beauty and fame to their favor. Rook will be more into archery while Epel... contributes more to the child's creativity progress. The Child will of course grow up to be a beautiful, elegant adult with perfect manners.

Ignihyde.

Kinda hard to imagine how this palace will teach their child, but I think Idia and Ortho will teach the child how to be silent and moves in the dark. Stay low and strike. Don’t catch any attention and wait in the dark for the enemy movement. Technology is something that the child will learn while growing up. But be careful or your child will become a shut-in.

Diasomnia.

Ah... if the child comes from either Malleus or Lilia, the one thing they teach is, of course, magic. While Silver or Sebek child will learn about the way of knights. The child will surely grow up seeing the two sides of humans and fae along with their tremendous power.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #ira answer #twisted wonderland headcanons #imperial au #twisted wonderland imperial au

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jedipoodoo · 10 months

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This is part of the Imperial Hunter x Sith Reader I promised eons ago. It's not finished yet, but I wanted to share this part because it's one of the best things I've ever written:

"You're being reassigned."

There was no room for argument in Rampart's voice, but The Commander could read the admiral well enough to know that Rampart clearly wanted him to ask for a reason.

"Where too?" He didn't even pause in his exercises. The knife wove back and forth in perfect circles.

Rampart paced the edge of the room, well out of range of The Commander's knife.

"The Mustafar system."

the Commander raised one brow, but didn't stop his drills. Mustafar was the exact opposite of Kamino, and he could use a change of pace.

"The Empire has built a new fortress on the moon of Nur for training. You and the Elite Squad are to be temporarily assigned as trainers."

With a lunge, The Commander launched his knife across the room, embedding itself in the center of the target dummy's chest.

Rampart observed, then nodded, unimpressed.

"Inform your squad. You leave in one hour."

"Yes sir."

Rampart turned his heel and marched out of the training room, his polished boots clacking on the plasteel floors as the doors opened automatically for him.

After Rampart left, The Commander hurried over to the datapad in his bag, quickly searching up the moon of Nur.

Location: Outer Rim Territories Sector: Atravis Coordinates: L-19 Description: Water moon.

Dank Ferrik.

#lizart writes #sergeant hunter #hunter #the bad batch #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #imperial hunter #imperial au

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krquietness · 6 months

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#star wars #leia organa #princess leia #luke skywalker #sith au #imperial au #sith luke skywalker #sith leia organa #carrie fisher #mark hamill

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emperor-palpaminty · 2 years

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Cat and Mouse (3)

(sits down) hello. Obviously this fic has taken a darker turn because possession and stalking, etc. But. Also a shorter chapter because school but i wanted to provide y'all with something!

Bad guys do it better. Sorry. Evil geniuses are my thing. (Gonna mark this NSFW) previous part here!

ImperialTech x (F)Reader

That, and he had found himself unable to think of anything other than her. It had not interfered with his job, of course- he would never allow anything to take over his work.

Tech had not gotten the scarlet knots off and how they fit around her arms of his mind. His gloves fingers twitched- he had memorized how exactly he had clasped the Ghost's hands in her sleep, kissing her wrists, and secured them together. A bond, if he dared, that he did not have any intention of breaking. She had slept heavily as he did so from the few drops he had added of a sedative into her glass, barely even shifting as he secured her. Tech had done everything he could to abstain, his fingers digging into the thighs of his pants as he watched her, resting and unaware, hands thrown over her head, the scarlet shining in the dim moonlight that trickled through the window.

Naturally, Hunter was not happy with this development- he had scolded Tech for the attachment to a jetti, an enemy. Hunter would not understand, and besides, Hunter was chasing pretty things all the time.

Even now, Tech’s fingers met in a templed formation that he rested his lips against. His eyes were shut, remembering- she had said no, but her body had followed his hands, craving for more of the touch he provided her with. Jedi couldn’t have romantic relationships, but sex was not off the table for them.

But it would be so much better if she was naieve. Untouched.

Tech’s blood felt hot, and he inhaled, steeling his resolve, even as he imagined it again. Pinning her legs open, leaning over her as she panted, unable to move, staring at him, and, for a moment in her eyes there was hunger. Her lips had parted and she looked over his face, and her pulse had spiked under his tongue on her throat.

She absolutely wanted him. But he could not go running back.

His thighs flexed, trying to move blood that seemed to have pooled to his crotch, yearning for her. Tech rose from his chair and paced instead, hand running through the unruly hair on his head. The one damned thing about being a clone was that his hair was always a thick mop on his head. It was an unfair trade for this absolutely intelligent and superior intellect of his. Tech ran a hand over his head, wishing he had put a little gel in before he had begun his work. Analytics flicked on the holographic screen above him, flashing quickly, and his mind began whirring.

He flipped the switch of his holopad on. He had work to do, but it would not go undistracted.

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“What the hell, Tech!”

“Good evening to you as well, Hunter.” Tech spoke without turning, fingers still flying across his keyboard. “I heard you were coming.”

Tech didn’t turn until he heard a slam on the wall- the door smacked shut, the metal clanking. Tech sighed, quietly, and slowly turned, brows only half-raised. “Was that absolutely necessary, Hunter?”

“You went to see her.”

“You will need to be less specific, Hunter. There are many people that could be referred to as ‘she’ here.” Tech swiveled back to the desk, frowning slightly in the general direction of his notes. He typed in a partial command. “If you mean the jetti, then yes. I did.” The air in the room was considerably cool, and the temperature only stagnated more from there. The only evidence Tech heard of his older brother was a soft snarl of agitation from Hunter.

“Kark, Tech. You’re going to be the death of us.”

“I am only concerning myself with the jedi.” Tech’s hands finished and he sent the command. “What does it matter to you?”

“She’s a traitor.”

“All the more better.”

Hunter scowled, arms crossing. “Sick.”

“Bastard.” Tech grinned and slid over to his holopad. “You aren’t much better. How did you know?”

"I can smell her on your coat." Hunter's words curled in disdain, but Tech felt his insides twist. His older brother could smell her- all he had was that memory.

Tech spoke curtly. "Never smell her again."

"Not like I wanted to." Hunter spat, turning and leaving, the air grey behind him. "Better get those reports done. Fast."

Tech waited until the doors shut after Hunter. He rose, hurried to the bed and picked up his black coat that was thrown on it, and pressed it into his face, still trying to pick up little traces of her scents. Her courage. Her fear.

Her.

___

You were convinced the dunes had eyes.

Your night walks were far less pleasurable now, not nearly as enjoyable as you strolled and pressed your feet into the sand. You had pulled your old lightsaber out of retirement, just for a moment, before haphazardly shoving it back under your bed. As you had done so, your arm brushed the silky satin still hiding under it.

Your jaw tightened, the rope in your grasp, clinging to you like sin. You had tried to throw it into the sea twice. Both times it stayed in your hand as if attached to your palm, bright and red and bold and silky to the touch. Your fingers ran over it, and a burning sensation rose in your stomach like bile.

Red represented a lot to you- fire. Heat. Blood. Death.

Passion.

Hatred.

The red was scarlet and impulsive in the setting sun, gleaming brightly. You wound it around your hand, staring at how it glistened. The coward had tied you up with this in the dark, concealed. Your jaw rotated as you tightened the rope, staring at the waters, slowly leaking into a deep orange with the sun dipping lower and lower. The fire in you stoked- you sparked, burned.

You turned and walked up to your house, shoulders rolled back. If he was watching you did not care. Jedi had not been allowed to take vengeance, harbor feelings, show off.

Good thing you were no longer a jedi.

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Tech was awakened to the alarm, and he had rushed to his desk rapidly, typing the passcode in with one hand and yanking loose pants on with the other. Despite the importance of his position, he still wanted to be comfortable.

It was not the first time the alarms had gone off- the third, actually. The first two had been nothing, but this time, he overheard alarmed calls over the comms, and the camera footage showed one stromtrooper being thrown, invisibly, into the forest. Blaster fire was rapid but it couldn't hit its target, as they blasted randomly into the night.

Tech's muscles relaxed as he watched the screen, brain registering on one hypothesis. His lips settled into a smile as his mouse walked into the view of the camera.

Her stance was strong and her vibroblade was relaxed in her hand, sturdy. Her eyes were fire in the night. His pulse skyrocketed uncharacteristically as he skimmed her appearance, once to admire and twice to re-examine. Tech felt his lips twist into a wicked grin and his fingers steepled, blood hot. It was Ghost One.

And around her waist were braided ropes of silken scarlet.

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