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cornfowercowboy · 29 days

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When can I be free?

Chapter 1

The Bad Batch x bounty hunter!reader/OC

Warning: Mention of blaster wounds, blood, swearing, toxin relationship, slavery, death, Reader has Poliosis ( has natural streaks of white hair.)yelling, threatening, manipulation. Lots of Angst, like a LOT

Word count : 5850

Summary : You and your boyfriend are outlaw bounty hunters. You and your boyfriend are trying to disappear from the galaxy and both live a normal life together. But will happen when a few rebels stop both of you from delivering a package to the Empire ?

A/n: Hi! This is my very first fanfic, I have never wrote before and this is my first series I’m doing sooo I’m so nervous about posting this. I have no idea if I’m going to continue this but I really hope you enjoy it! Please excuse any grammar errors I made, I’m dyslexic so I’m so sorry if scenes or sentences don’t make sense :’) anyway, enjoy my very first post!!

Also check me out on AO3 !!! :D

(Also Readers bounty hunters name is Star! Star is not her real name :pp)

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Being an outlaw was hard in the big galaxy, but being an outlaw bounty hunter made it 10 times harder.

It’s been months since the republic had fallen and the empire had risen. Coruscant had changed a lot since, but that didn't change how you worked.

You and your boyfriend Michael have been on Coruscant for a little more than a month, laying low and waiting for big bounty hunters jobs opportunity to come up. While you waiting for a new mission to come in, your job (for now) is to work as a waitress at a bar.

And that’s where you are now.

“[ Y/n ]” you hear someone call your name. you turn around in your seat and find Michael there, walking towards you with a smile on his handsome face. You smile back at him feeling a warm heat coming from your chest.

“ Michael, sweetie..” you say, getting up from your seat and giving him a long warm hug. Michael was your everything, you knew each other your whole lifes. He was there when you needed him most..He loved you.

“How was work?” Michael asks you, as he gives you a small kiss on your cheek.

”Oh..you know..same thing every day Michael..” you say to him as you cup his cheek with your hand. Although how sweet the moment was, it quickly ended. Michael glances up at your hair and the smile on his face fades away into a disgusted expression.

“[ Y/n ] your hair!” He angrily whispered to you, looking around the room to see if anyone was watching. You panic at his words and pull a strand of your hair to find…white hair. ‘Shit’ you thought.

Ever since you and Michael started to become Bounty hunter’s he started to be..overprotected..at least..that's what you thought.

“I thought I told you to cover..THAT up…!” Michael said angrily to you, he pushed you towards the back where the changing rooms are. “I- I did- I just..-” you try explaining to him but he just cuts you off and sighs.

“ I don't care. Just-” he paused as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Just get ready and go to the ship. We have a job to do, AND don't take long” he said to you lastly and left.

You sigh angrily and start walking towards the employee changing rooms. That's when you paused and looked to your right. One of your coworkers was leaning against the wall with a sorry expression on her face.

“He’s still rough on you eh?..” she said to you, you smirked at her.

“When is he not sugar?” You say back to her, as you resume your walking. “You know…you tell me if things get bad..right?” she said back to you, making you look back at her. A Concerned and worried expression wash over her face, your eyebrows scrunch as you thought deep for a moment. You look back up at her with a reassuring smile.

”I promise, sugar”

—---------------------------------------------------

When you got back to the ship you immediately headed to the refresher so you could take a nice shower. The water was warm and inviting, the soap made your skin feel soft and warm. Something you needed after the day you had on Coruscant. When you got out, you quickly dried and dressed yourself.

Your outfit was simple for a bounty hunter, you wore a white button up shirt covered by a chest plate armor and topped with a worn down brown jacket. Your pants were black under some brown chaps, with some beat down brown square cowboy boots. You check yourself out in the mirror, man.

you looked good.

You smile to yourself as you tie a yellow bandana around your neck, before someone calls out your name.

“Star!” You hear Michael yell your name from the cockpit. “Yeah?”

“Get your ass up here, we're coming out of Hyperspace”

He yelled back at you, you sigh and turned to walk out of the refresher before you stopped and looked back at the mirror. You looked at yourself for the last time.

A strand of your [ H/C ] mixed with a little of your white hair was out of place. You stare at yourself deep in your thoughts. ‘It's just you.’ you thought for a moment. You snap out of your deep thoughts before pulling the strand of hair back in place, finally walking out of the refresher towards the cockpit.

“So what is our mission?” You say as you walk in the cockpit, Michael was sitting in the pilot seat pressing buttons on the control panel. “We're just picking up and delivering a package” He said as he pressed another button.

“A package?” you asked in confusion as you sat down in the passenger seat. “Honey we’re Bounty hunter’s, not some delivery guys..” you told him, Michael glanced back at you for a moment.

“ It's a special order,” He turned in his chair so he could face you. “From the Empire” Your eyes wide and your heart drops at the sudden news.

“The Empire!? Michael, are you trying to get us caught?” Michael only smirked at you before turning away. “Relax babe, all they said was go in and get the job done. No questions asked.”

“That doesn't mean we're safe from the law, Micheal!”

Micheal looked at you with an annoyed expression on his face, he rolled his eyes at you. “Star, you're overreacting. This is our chance to be free and live a normal life, without running away from the law.” He said to you as the ship jumped out of hyperspace. An uncomfortable silence swallows the ship whole, you sit there thinking in your thoughts.

Soon the ship landed, Micheal pressed a few more buttons before getting up from his seat. You sat there staring at him angrily, wondering why the kriff he’s so difficult to work with today. Micheal started reloading his blaster and packing more supplies in his bag. After staring daggers against his head for a good minute, you soon sigh in defeat as you stand up and start reloading your own blasters. As you put both of your two blasters in your holder, you look at the table next to you.

It’s your cowboy hat.

You stare at it, before picking it up. You smile, feeling the rough material on your hands. Suddenly a loud noise snaps you out of your thoughts, you turn around to see the ship door has lowered. Micheal stared at you with an annoyed expression on his face. “Come on star, we don’t have all day..” He said before turning around and started exiting the ship. You sigh at him as you put on your hat, before exiting the ship after him.

You take a deep breath of the fresh air around you, looking around the scenery. The trees surrounding you were bright green and fresh. You looked over at Micheal, he started to put a blue bandana over his nose and mouth covering the half of his face before looking at you.

“Just like I said Star, in and out. Just as easy as that babe.” You can't see his face but you can just tell he’s smiling under his mask.

You close your eyes in defeat, before opening them. You sigh as you take your yellow bandana around your neck and put it over your nose and mouth.

“This doesn’t mean that we’re done with our conversation Hun.” You say as you begin walking on a dirt path with Micheal trailing behind you.

“There should be a dealer meeting up with us to drop off the package just a few clicks from here.” He said behind you.

A few clicks had passed by, you and Micheal finally met up with a dealer. The dealer was loading out a big metal crate on a cart from the ship, about as tall as you and Micheal. The dealer had noticed both of you approaching him, he turned to face both you and Micheal.

“You must be Micheal and Star. You guys are here to pick up the package?” He said to both of you. His voice was rough, like he smoked for a living. It was disgusting.

“Yes sir we are,” You say as you observe the metal crate, before looking at the dealer and Micheal. “This is a bigger package than we expected..what’s in it sugar?”

“Eh, just some pet or somethin the empire wants.” The dealer answered back to you.

“Well whatever it is, it’s very valuable to the empire.” Micheal said as he got on the cart with the metal crate.

“Be sure to deliver this package with no damages, they said it needs to be alive when it gets delivered.”

The dealer nods at both of you before getting on his ship and flying off. You kept on looking at the metal crate while Michael was pressing buttons on the control panel, preparing to take the metal crate back to the ship. As you look closer at the crate you realize that there’s holes on the sides, breathing holes.

‘Hm..must actually be a pet then..’ You thought in your mind. ‘But..why would this pet be so valuable to the empire-‘

*SNAP!*

The sound of a tree twig snapping draws both yours and Micheal’s attention, Drawing both of your weapons up towards the source of the sound. Only to find a man in full clone armor.

“Maker dammit…” you mumble under your breath.

“Give us that crate. And no one gets hurt.” The man demanded, raising up his own blaster as 4 more armor men walked in with their own weapons in hand. All of them being different heights.

Rebels..

“Unless you're the escorting back up, we’re not giving you nothin sugar.” You say back to him coldly, both of your and Micheal’s blaster are pointing at them.

“Listen, just give us back the kid and we’ll be on our way.” The leader asked you, his voice was very demanding and smoky.

“A kid? There- there’s no kid here,” Micheal said with a bit of a trembling voice. Your eyes frown a little bit as you glance at Micheal, he notices your concern in your eyes.

“Oh come on babe, don’t believe this Rebel. He’s lying, let's kill these rebels and be on our way.” He said with a bit of an annoyed expression. Suddenly, a loud noise came from inside the metal crate that drew your attention away from the threat in front of you.

The loud noises sounded like banging noise, like...someone banging on the inside of the crate.

Panic started creeping in your chest as you glanced back at the crate.

“Don’t listen to him Star! He's making crap up so we could open it and let our bounty get away.” Micheal said to you as he kept his gaze trained on the five men. His voice sounded panicky.

The banging on the metal crate doesn’t calm you down, glancing at Michael then the 5 armor men before slowly turning around and walking closer to the lock of the door. Your hands tremble in more panic as you start unlocking it.

“Star- Star!” His voice sounded like he was panicking. He tried telling you to stop but it was too late.

You finally unlock the door. Your hands were up against it, keeping it in place. You started to feel that same bad feeling you had before. You take a deep breath, before opening it up slowly. The door was now wide open, and inside that big metal crate was…

A little girl with blonde hair..

With a shock collar around her neck.

A shock collar.

A Zygerrian Slavers shock collar.

The same slave collar you Ẅ̶̧̱͕̝͒͘̕̚o̷͖̻̘̬͖͑r̷̲̭͈̻̣̄è̴̱̔̚͝ ̵͓͕͑͑̐͗a̷̬̔͊̅͐̒s̵̠̝̊͗̂̚͝ ̵͍̮͎̳̋á̵͈̯̂͊̊́ C̵̛͓̘̪̪̓̿̓͂ḧ̶̬͇͙̭͉̠̲́̈͋í̷͇̮̥̪̹͕̻́̃̃͒l̵̨̨̥̠̲̳͙̦̩̈́d̴̮̣͓̖̠͈͉͈̦̯͖͐͜…

The world around you began to spin, you felt sick to your stomach. Your hands began to shake, and you realized you were breathing hard. When did you start struggling to breathe? Your body began to tremble as you slowly began to step back, away from the little girl. She looked so scared out of her mind.

“Star…”

You quickly turned around and saw Micheal, his bandana was not covering his face anymore. His face had a neutral expression, not shocked, not scared, nothing. You take a deep breath before talking.

“Did..did you know?”

“What?”

“Did you know!?” Your voice sounded more demanding and trembling. Micheal didn’t say anything back at you, he just kept quiet.

He did know.

He didn’t tell you because he knew you would have done something.

He knew there was a little girl inside and did nothing just for money.

“Let the kid go,” The leader of the rebels asked again. You stare at Micheal waiting for him to say something but he just stands there, doing nothing. You stand there thinking in your own thoughts, your heart is shattering to pieces by the minute.

“Why are you trembling, Star?” Micheal pauses before talking again

.”If we continue this mission, I- we! we..would be free. Together. Come on babe, Do the right thing!” He said back to you as his voice became louder and angrier.

Your eyebrows scrunched up and frown, your hands ball up in a fist in anger. Stepping away from him. “Sometimes doing the right thing is better than being free, Micheal.” You turned away from him, walking back towards the little girl. You hear Micheal sigh in disappointment.

“You never did listen to me, Star.” You hear Micheal press a button on the control panel and suddenly the cart turns on, making you stop walking. You turned to face him and tell him to stop.

“Micheal, what are yo-“

*BANG!*

…

The world moved too fast for you.

Your brain doesn’t even register what just happened.

You close your eyes as you feel painful pressure push onto your stomach, you feel the dirt ground on your back . Putting your hand on the lower side of your stomach you feel hot liquid touch your fingers. Blood, lots of blood.

You were shot.

Who the hell shot you?

Horrible pain settled on your stomach as your ears started ringing, your head was pounding. Over the loud ringing you heard yelling, blaster shots, and running footsteps. You didn’t want to open your eyes, until you heard a loud muffled talking over you.

You opened your eyes and looked up, the sky was now covered in gray and black clouds. You try your best to look towards the talking. It was the rebel squad.

They seem to be yelling at each other. As you look closer, you realize the cart that had Micheal and the girl was gone. Panic settles in your chest, only making it harder to breathe as you try to talk.

“T-The..girl..” You groaned in pain, catching the rebels squads attention. The leader of the squad squats down at your level, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. You can hear his muffle voice over the ringing sound in your ear, he sounded like he was asking you a question. You didn’t know what question he asked so you said the most logical thing.

“The ship..,” you pause as you take a deep breath before talking again. “Just..a few clicks away from here.. south…”

The leader nodded then quickly stood up and turned to his squad. The muffle voices seemed like he was commanding them, you closed your eyes and groaned in pain as you put more pressure on your wound. The ringing in your ears finally fades away, as you hear multiple footsteps fade away into the distance.

They must be going after Micheal…

The footsteps slowly go far away from you, you finally relax your body in relief. You sigh painfully before trying to get up from your laying down position, when suddenly a hand pushes your shoulder back down on the ground gently. Your heart dropped, your eyes shot open and you began to struggle to breathe again.

Did one of them stay behind to finish you off?

“Take it easy.” A calm voice said to you. You look over at the voice, a man in full clone armor with orange goggles was kneeling beside you. “Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. you're already hurt enough.” he said that last part under his breath, but was loud enough for you to hear.

“Why are you…” You stop talking when he takes off his helmet. His face was tan color, he had a firm expression like he was serious all the time.

“ Just calm down, don't waste your energy.”

He said putting his flesh hand on your wound, you whine in pain as he puts pressure on it. “I apologize for putting more pressure on your wound, but this will only take a minute to try and stop the bleeding. Please sit up”

You do as he asked, with another whine leaves your mouth in the process. He then gets out some fresh bandages, gently wrapping it around your stomach and your bleeding wound.

Slowly but surely patching you up. You look at him as he keeps wrapping the bandages around you. He was so focused on patching you up he didn't realize you were staring at him.

“Why are you..helping me?”

you said as your voice was muffled by your bandanna.Your voice snaps him out of his focused state, he locks eyes with you. He thought for a moment, his eyes softened as he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it when a voice suddenly came through his helmet.

“Tech? Come in Tech! Where are you, we need you now!” This man who is named ‘Tech' quickly puts on his helmet back on a comms back.

“Just finishing up right now, we’ll be there in a few clicks” Tech said standing back up on his feet.“Here, let me help you up.” He then puts his arm under your armpit and helps you stand up on your two feet. You whine in pain again, feeling the blood rush back to your head.

“You are surprisingly taking this very well, have you been shot before?” Tech ask you

Your eyes frown in anger. “Multiple times, from Rebels like you.” You say as you pushed him away. Suddenly without his support your body feels way heavier than you realize, Gravity hits you down and you almost fall right back down onto the ground but was saved by Tech. Tech puts his arm back under your arm and you put your arm over his shoulder.

“I would not do that if I were you, you are still in a rough condition as of right now.” he said to you, you scoff back at him.

“Yeah no shit I'm not..” You say to him as you groan under your mask, you need to get out of here. You look up at him, his face close to yours. You just stare at him, his eyes had a concerned expression. Pity, Pity from a Rebel that tried killing you. How funny.

Tech comms went off again. “Tech we could really need you!” the voice said though.

“We are on our way” Tech said as he started walking you back to the ship. Suddenly you feel water roll down your head, it starts raining.

“Kriff! just my luck..” you say angrily, your blood was boiling by the moment. A few clicks went by and you started getting tired and drowsy, you both were really close. You couldn't give up right then and there. You feel techs eyes on you, he stays silent before saying something.

“Back there where I ask you, have you been shot before. what did you mean by ‘Rebels like you’ ?” you both stop walking, turning to look at him. Your eyes scrunch down.

“ Are you serious??” you looked at him in disbelief, you searched in his face to see if was joking.

He wasn't.

“Yes, I am very serious” he said back to you, he was genuinely curious. It makes your blood boil. You scoff at him again, before talking again.

“You guys shot me, you try killing me! Are you really that dumb!?” You started walking again dragging tech with you, his eyes widened at you outburst before scrunching down in confusion.

“ We didn’t not shoot you.” Tech said bluntly, you laughed loudly. He was seriously trying to lie to you?

“Heh yeah right, Rebel. Try lying to me again I might just put a blaster bolt in your head..” you said threatening him, though he was unphased about it and still had a serious expression on his face.

”We didn’t shoot you, It was your partner that shot you,” Tech said back to you.

You frost in your place before turning to him. “what did you just say..?” Your heart stops, time seems to stop for a click. Did you hear him correctly?

“Your partner, he was the one that shot you.”

“No..no! he didn't he just-”

“Yes he did, he shot you then took the girl without you. Which..is concerning since..you both looked really close.” he said back to you before walking again. Your mind was going everywhere and your heart was racing.

Did..Michael really shoot you..Just like that?

Leaving you to die by the Rebels?

Tech noticed your quietness, but said nothing. The only sound that was keeping you both company was just the sound of the rain and the faint blaster noises up ahead of you.

Tech kept on glancing at you, like he wanted to say something and he did. “I’m sorry for what has happened to you.” Tech said to you. You didn’t know if it made you more angry or sad than you already are, you just felt..

“I don’t need your pity from a Rebel like you.” You said bitterly. Tech just nodded and kept walking with you.

You and Tech both stopped walking in front of a forest of trees. Just beyond those trees was the real fight, a fight you didn’t want to face. The faint blaster was loud now.

Tech carefully sat you down at the bottom of a tree trunk all of a sudden, he stood up and ran towards the blaster sounds.

“Wait where are you-“

“Stay here, I’ll try to be fast” Then he was gone, running into the other side of the forest. Leaving you with your thoughts and the sound of yelling.

Your mind was all over that place, you felt so many emotions you just couldn’t keep up. You feel angry, sad, bitter, betrayed, and you just can’t think anymore. You swallowed down a bubble that was forming in your throat, you wanted to cry.

But you can’t.

You can’t cry now.

That little girl is in danger.

Because you failed.

You failed and were left to die.

Your blood was boiling.

You need to face this fight.

You need to face Michael.

You need to make him pay for what he has done.

Your hand slowly moves up the tree, grabbing the side and slowly pulling yourself up on your feet. You groan as you feel pain shoot up your body, you lean against the tree taking a click to breathe before you start walking. You grip the side of your stomach in more aching pain, making you limp as you walk.

As you walk through the many trees in front of you, you start hearing a familiar voice yelling really loud. The sound of Michael yelling. As you got closer, all you saw was the Rebel squad cornering Micheal with all their blasters pointing at him. In Micheal's hand was a blaster, and in his other hand he was holding on the blonde little girl's arm next to a cliff.

Your eyes frown down in anger and without a warning your body started moving on its own.

“Michael!” Your voice was loud and angry when you called out his name. Your presence shocked the rebel squad, and Michael himself.

“[ Y-Y/n ]” Michael’s face had a horrifying expression on it, his eyes were wide open like if you just came back from the dead.

“You…you left me to die!” You said as you limped over to him. “You shot me..!” The rain falls down on both of your faces.

“My dear…” Michael said as he hesitantly slowly walked over to you. “You're alive..” his try getting close you back away from him.

“You shot me!”

“W-what? My dear, I would NEVER do that to you! I love you so much..” Michael said to you, you glance over at the Rebel squad and your eyes find Techs. His eyes were narrowing down, but then they softened when he found yours.

You got the feeling he was trying to tell you not to believe in Micheal’s words.

“I don’t know what them Rebels told you, But they're trying to make you against me!” You look back at Micheal, give him your full attention.

“Believe me, My dear. Then after we kill ALL of them and take the kid, we both can be free and have a family together..” Micheal said, smiling sweetly to you. Days before this day, you would have believed him, tell him how much you loved him and how you loved to have a family together.

But that was back then.

“Okay..I believe you, My love..” you said softly as you limp over to stand beside him. Micheal sighs in relief before laughing and pointing his blaster back at Tech and his squad mates.

“See…everything is going to plan..” Micheal said as you take one of your blasters from your holder and your other hand still holding onto your blaster wound. You point up your blaster at Techs squad. Your eyes find Tech's eyes again, his eyes were filled with hurt and pain at your choice.

“After we deliver this little brat to the empire, we'll disappear without a trace!! Free from the law and live our own lifes!!” Michael laughed out loud in a psycho way. You stare at tech, before you wink at him. His eyes frown in confusion before realizing what you were going to do.

“I don’t think so.”

You pointed your blaster at Micheal and pulled the trigger. You shot him right in the back. Michael yelped in pain , letting go of the little girl in the process but quickly recovered as He pointed his own blaster at you and tried shooting you. You dodged the bolt and quickly tackled him.

As you tackled him, he began to fall down the steep hill but not without taking you with him. You both tumbled down the hill but quickly stopped as you fell onto the muddy wet ground.

You are now laying down on your stomach, your bandana and cowboy hat was now off of you, probably fell somewhere around where you landed. Your body was so weak and you felt your nose begin bleeding as you felt the rain hit your back. The bolt wound was hurting 10 times worse now.

You can't give up now.

Without another thought you feel someone standing over you, hands gripping your back and harshly flipping you over. Micheal was standing over you with a big smile on his face, his hand gripped around your neck, and he squeezed tightly. Your hands gripped his hand, trying to pull them off of you, you began to struggle to breathe.

“You kriffing whore..trying to kill me eh..? Will that’s too bad you bitch, you're stuck with me!” You desperately gasp for air, your body starts thrashing around. You started losing consciousness, the world around you began to fade to black when suddenly..

*BANG!*

The pressure around your throat was gone, you breathed in desperately before quickly punching Micheal in the face. Michael fell back on the ground, he held onto his nose as he groaned in pain.

You quickly got on your feet, taking more time to breathe feeling the blood rush to your head. You glanced over at the hill and saw one of tech’s squad members with a sniper had shot Micheal in the back.

You silently thank him, but quickly turn your attention back to Micheal. He was quick to recover from his sudden attack, quickly he took out another blaster from his holder and pointed at you.

Micheal was about to pull the trigger but you were faster than him, you quickly kicked his blaster out of his hand and delivered another punch to his face more harder than before.

Michael groaned in pain, he held onto his face. While Micheal was trying to recover, you slowly but surely picked up the blaster you kicked out of his hand and stood over him. You breathe in and out trying to control your adrenaline. Holding on to your side as the pain get worse.

When Michael regains his sense of reality, he looks up at you. He tries to get up, but you slowly point up the blaster at him.

Micheal looks up at the blaster pointed at him, his lips curling into a smirk. His face is bloodied and battered as he slowly scoot away from you.

“You know, I should have killed you the day we killed my pathetic father! But no, I didn’t because I felt pity for you being a pathetic slave!” Micheal said, venom in his voice. You don’t react to his words, but your face is twisted into a grimace of anger and pain as you just stare back at him and walk closer.

“ And here you are, being all tough and brave thinking you have the guts to kill me. Well you don’t, I still own you!” He said with a smug look on his face, despite his current situation as he keeps backing away.

“You're nothing but a pathetic whore, You hear me!? A PATHETIC WHORE-“

*BANG!*

….

Your ears ring as you stare at Micheal’s lifeless body fully laying down on the ground now. You slowly bring the blaster down, you look at it before throwing it at the ground.

You feel tears in your eyes, the pain on your stomach was unbearable now, you bring your hand that’s was holding your stomach up to your face and see fresh red blood on it. You looked down at your shirt, only to find it soaked with your blood.

Your adrenaline you once had was now fading away, so was your consciousness. Your body couldn’t hold up anymore, you fell to your knees. In the distance, you hear someone calling out to you slowly getting closer. You soon fall flat down on to the ground, you feel so tired.

“Hey! Stay with me! Just stay awake for me!” You hear a voice beside you. You try listening to the voice, but your eyes grow heavy to the opposite. You can’t open them any more.

“Don't close your eyes, just stay awake!…”

The voice was fading away and soon, everything stopped and went…..black.

…..

You hear a child crying, Crying out for their mother.

“Momma!”

You see a little girl with [ H/c ] and bits of white hair crying beside her mother's lifeless body.

“Please Momma, stay awake!”

The mother of the girl slowly brings up her hand to her daughter's face and cups it. The daughter holds tightly onto her mothers hand.

“Momma…please…stay with me a little longer…please…”

The mother's hand slowly goes limp in her daughter's hand. The girl slowly put down her mother’s lifeless hand on the ground.

“Momma…please don’t leave me…”

……

“Momma..….I’m scared…”

You shot up from your nightmare with eyes wide open, but quickly closed them from the bright light that was above you. You open your eyes, taking a click for them to adjust to the light. When your eyes fully adjusted you looked around, the room was white with a few cabinets and tables around it.

On the stroller table beside you had some medical supplies on it, you realized where you were.

This was a medbay.

Who’s? You didn’t know, you don’t want to know.

You sat up fully, but instantly regretted the sudden movement as you groaned in pain. You look down at your stomach and realize there’s bandages around it, you also realize you're not in your clothes you were wearing before. Now you were in some really big oversized blacks garments. That was clearly not yours.

“You're awake!”

You shot up from your sitting position at the sudden voice, you stood up in horror as you looked around the room to find where that voice came from. In the process you backed up to a side of the stroller table harshly, making some of the medical supplies drop to the floor. Your heart was pounding all over the places.

“Woah! Calm down, It’s okay…”

You finally found where that voice came from and to your surprise, it was the little girl with blonde hair. Your eyes widened at her but not before you quickly closed them as you groaned in pain again, this time much worse.

The girl quickly brought you down to the cot, you gripped your stomach as you scoot away from her.

“Shhh..it’s okay..take it easy.” The little girl said to you, trying to calm you down.

“Just take a deep breath, like this!” The little girl breath in and then out slowly, you stare at her before you close your eyes and follow her steps.

Breath in…breath out…

Your heart rate soon went down, you slowly opened your eyes and found the little girl already staring at you.

“Better?” You nod at her not trusting your voice, she just smiles brightly at you before continuing talking.

“Anyway, my name is Omeg-“

“Omega!”

A voice of a man snaps yours and Omega's attention away from each other, you both looked over at the door. A man with long brown hair and a red bandana was standing in front of the door, his face had a skull tattoo on it. Right behind him was another man, his skin was pale and had mechanic parts, as if he was part-droid.

“I thought we told you to tell us if she wakes up.” The man with the red bandana and skull tattoo said his voice was smoky. He fully walked in the medbay, the pale man behind him did the same.

“I was! She just woke up now.” Omega said, walking over to the two men. Both of them sigh tiredly, before pointing their attention to you. None of them said anything, they just stared at you. It made you feel weak under the gaze, the tension in the room got so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“So…got a name, outlaw?” The man with the red bandana said to you, his brown eyes were piercing at you like a knife. You sign in defeat, you know you can’t be the bigger person right now. You have to talk.

“[ Y/n ], My name is [ Y/n ]”

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echoisbabe · 1 month

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Tear in my heart

I had this idea from that scene from Black panther and this was born from that.

I think TW, for death? However! I hope that everyone that reads enjoys! My request are open

He stands before you, blaster raised. Your hands are raised, eyes never leaving the familiar helmet of Wolffe.

“Wolffe” his name leaves your lips in a plea, his grip loosens on his blaster

For once you are not happy to see him, your heart beats faster as he steps towards you. You don’t know what to do, turn and run? He’d shot you in the back that you are sure of.

“You are a traitor” his grip tightens on his blaster

“You would kill me, my love?” His grip falters again, he steps towards you once more

You wonder if he remembers it all, if someone where in his mind the thought of you lingers.

“For the empire” he states as he squares his shoulders, a second blaster now in his free hand “Without question”

Horror flashes across your face as you take a step back. What can you do now? You had promised never to use the Jedi mind trick on him, promised not to use the force on him. You know times are different however you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Do you remember?” You ask, raising a hand and he flinches subtly, you take a step forward “what we shared? Does that mean nothing now?”

It hangs in the air, he’s holstering one blaster. He closes the distance between you and him. His helmeted forehead meets yours. He’s breathing deeply, his arm wraps around you. He pulls you closer, and you allow him to give you this.

“Let me go, Wolffe” you whisper “don’t let my blood be on your hands” you reach up, hands hesitantly taking hold of his helmet

“I-I have my orders, Cyar’ika” he moves away, so as not to let you lift his helmet “there won’t be any pain, if I do it, I promise”

You wrap your arms around him, tears finally falling freely from your eyes. Your heart is breaking with each passing second, clinging to him but also wanting to run. You had spent months running from this moment. Spent months missing this feeling that’s slipping through your fingers.

“Please” you try again, hoping for a different answer “just let me go” your pulling away from him, and he lets you pull from his arms but doesn’t allow any more distance to separate you

In the distance you hear his men, voices that you don’t recognize. It’s now or never, breaking this promise would sting but it must be done. You raise your hand with the words stuck on your tongue.

“Commander!” A voice shouts, Wolffe turns as your eyes widen, the blaster bolt has been shot and there is nothing to be done, if you pull your hand from him now it would be him that is hit, so you shove him and the blaster hits you square in the chest.

You hear your name screamed out like a banshee. Your knees go weak and you stumble, you want to catch yourself but your muscles fail you and you are falling.

Wolffe had never moved faster, he had caught you just before you hit the ground. His helmet had fallen off and you see his face, a smile graces your lips, your mouth moving as if you’re trying to formulate words that won’t come. He cups your face, shaking his head trying to fight the sudden rush of tears that threatens to spill from his eyes.

“Cyar’ika, I’m here” he whispers, he moves the hair from your face “I’m here” he whispers and your smile grows wider, he takes your hand, pressing it to his cheek “Wo- Wolffe, I-I lo-“ your last breath leaves and your body goes limp in his arms “Wait, no, no”

Wolffe reaches for his blaster, turning it on the man and doesn’t think twice, the blaster hits the man and he drops. He turns back to you, he pulls you closer as his forehead comes to rest on yours and he weeps.

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hesthermay · 11 months

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𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔

PAIRING: anakin skywalker x gn!jedi!reader

SUMMARY: @celestialwrites secret dating prompt list; "i missed you." "you just saw me." "yes, but i missed holding you."

WORD COUNT: 303

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, fluff. no y/n

NOTES: another

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The day had been long, as they usually were in the trying times of the Clone Wars, but it was to be expected of any Jedi.

What wasn’t expected, however, was ending it in the arms of another, soft kisses and sweet nothings being shared in the privacy of the night. Forbidden, yes; but worth it, it would always be.

You had seen Anakin Skywalker multiple times throughout the duration of the day; passing one another in the corridors of the Temple, attending a briefing for an upcoming mission, catching his eye during your sparring match with Master Plo in the afternoon. When the two of you were on the same planet, there was no escaping the other. The Force worked in mysterious ways, and though this connection was taboo in your way of life, it always seemed to pull you back together.

You weren’t complaining, for seeing Anakin Skywalker was enough to make keeping the secret another day worth it. Better yet, ending the day with him made it enjoyable.

“I missed you,” he mused, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face in your neck. A baby, he was, when he got sleepy. Needy and sweet, if a little whiny, but precious nonetheless.

You shifted, trying to get comfortable in the bed while still being held hostage in his grasp, and chuckled. “You just saw me,” you whispered, smiling as his breath tickled your skin.

Loving him, knowing him and seeing him and loving him, was the greatest gift the Force could have given you. It was special and sacred, and you would hold it close to your heart for the rest of time.

“Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly, “but I missed holding you.”

Another chuckle, and your heart fluttered in your chest. “Oh, well I suppose you got me there.”

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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Congrats on your account anniversary! You’re an awesome person and friend! ✨💕

I’m submitting the .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sneaking Around request…

with Captain Rex x Reader!

Perhaps something fluffy and sweet? 💓

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around

Drabble for character x reader. @starrylothcat requested something fluffy and sweet with our resident Captain with puppy dog eyes. I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for celebrating with me, an dI so enjoyed chatting and getting to know you, friend <3

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 800w

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, Barely proof read

Counselor Note: So sorry this is shorter! I really wanted to write this for you and just share a piece of sunshine fluff with our boi.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-

A warm sea breeze lazily drifts over the beach club as sun beams lightly kiss the skin of vacationers and employees. Cheers and shouts from the shoreline harmonize with the ocean’s rolling waves as children splash around in the crystal blue waters. Parents sit under umbrellas with blankets and coolers of snacks while they keep a careful eye on their kids as they enjoy a moment of relaxation. Other patrons chat excitedly as they wander around the cabanas and different restaurants on the property.

Arching your back with a satisfied hum, you sink further into your lounge chair. Although your movement is limited with the weight of your lover’s body resting on your chest. Rex’s sleeping expression pinches at your movement, and his arms tighten around your waist.

“Where do you think you’re going,” he asks. His voice thick with sleep now rumbles against your skin with its low vibrato that sends shivers through you.

You peer down at him over your sunnies with an amused expression. “No where, I promise. I was, however, trying to get more comfortable, but it seems like someone’s more concerned about their afternoon nap,” you lightly tease. Rex presses his face into the crook of your neck and groans, which pulls a melodious laugh from you.

The two of you were granted an extended leave after the most recent battle. Without a second thought, Rex started to pack both your bags as he muttered under his breath about everything his commanding officers and brothers put him through with the latest so called plan. As he flew across your room looking for your favorite outfits, you quickly reserved a private cabana for the two of you to hide away and enjoy from prying eyes. Neither of you want to lift a single finger, and both of you made a secret promise to make sure the other didn’t as well.

Rex has never thought too much of what his future would be. The sensitive heart that makes it home in his chest shies away from false hope. After losing so many brothers and close friends, Rex isn’t sure he could survive even one more crack in his tattered heart. Yet when he pulls away from your soft skin, he melts when he meets your adoring expression. Late afternoon sunlight frames you in a breathtaking glow that makes Rex fall in love with you all over again. Only this time it feels like the air is knocked out of him, and Rex falls harder for you. “What would you like to do, hm?” Rex asks as one of his arms slips from your waist and cups your cheek.

Even with the summer heat, you alway find comfort in Rex’s warmth. Leaning into his palm, your eyes flutter shut for a moment as you hum in thought. “How about dinner and drinks? Been here all morning, and we forgot to bring a cooler and our beach bag today,” you muse out loud and look at him once more. Your mind finally slows into a languid peaceful bliss after half a month disconnected from the rest of the galaxy. Never in a rush to get from place to place as you focus on enjoying the taste of normalcy with your riduur.

“Then dinner and drinks, we will find,” Rex agrees with a groan as he pulls away from you. Slipping off the lounge chair, Rex stretches his arms above his head. When he opens his eyes to catch you unabashedly checking him out, Rex’s cheeks blush a deeper red from the already existing sun kiss to his cheeks. “Alright, enough of that. There’ll be plenty of time for whatever daydream you’ve come up with later,” Rex rushes to try and tame the butterflies soaring in a flurry within his stomach. He dips down and loops on arm under your knees as the other rests on your lower back.

As Rex pulls you up to his chest, your chest sears with excited nerves as laughter falls from your lips. “Rex,” you cry out in giddy disbelief. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest your head on his shoulder while he begins to walk towards your favorite of the club restaurants. “Please, don’t drop me,” you breathe out. You trust Rex implicitly, but the lingering nerves make you press closer to him.

Rex glances down at you with a soft expression. “I will never drop you, cyar’ika. I’m always going to be there to catch you,” he promises you. Something squeezes at his lungs when you look up at him in utter adoration, and Rex swears to himself that he will always try to keep that expression on your face. Wholly devoted to your wellbeing and happiness, Rex has never felt more at home than he has in this moment.

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amessywritersmind · 9 months

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501st hound chase

Request: Ok I had this idea pop in my head and laughed hard at this. BUT what if reader was the new dog trainer for the 501st dogs the really wired scaly lizard this are I can't remember what they are. The one dog she training for the 501st got into one of the jedis room like Anakin or Obi-Wan's and swallowed a jedi holocron and now they have like a big looney Toons chase after the dog running literally everywhere on a ship basically dodging everything and everyone both jedi clone trooper and reader until they finally just tuker out and find a place to sleep while everyone is tearing the place up looking for them.

"Heyyyyy! There's our favorite Hound Wrangler! How's it going? Who's this little guy you got with you?" I hear a voice call from the other end of the hall.

I look up to see Fives, Kix and Jesse heading straight my way.

"Fives! Jesse! Kix! I'm good! I'm just taking Kesi here for a walk around the ship before i'm off for the day. How are you?" I ask the group of clones, petting the Massiff affectionately.

Kesi, apparently really digging the love, rolls over showing off his belly for some more rubs. Of course, I comply, because who could deny that cute little face? Fives was thinking the same thing I was at that moment, bending down and joining in on the petting.

"We're doing ok, the mission is finally over, who can really complain." Kix says tiredly.

"You're not wrong there, finding this lost Holocron seems to have taken a toll on everyone, even Master Kenobi" Fives jokes with equal exhaustion.

"Apparently not everyone!" Jesse laughs as Kesi jumps up from his position, tail wagging in earnest.

"This guy has more energy than a band of starving Gundarks all the time, no matter what, hence the walk before bedtime" I explain with a smile, watching as Kesi begins to fidget more and more.

The massiff jumps up excitedly, tail wagging, as if to prove my point. Fives laughs.

"I can see that! Look at him, c'mere little guy..." Fives begins, causing Kesi to jump up more in excitement, someone finally wanted to play!

Before I could warn Fives against riling him up, Kesi leaped so hard he tugged his lead out of my hand and took off running down the hall.

"Oh no... Kes!" I shout, immediately chasing after him down the hall. I rounded the corner of the ship quickly, hoping he'd still be within the area, but alas I was not so fortunate. The hall was empty, Kesi was nowhere in sight.

I hurried back to the stunned (and partially guilty) group of clones in desperation.

"Please, you guys have to help me find him! Who knows what kind of trouble he'll get into..."I worry, pinching the bridge of my nose and brainstorming possible places the little beast might wander off to.

"Okay, I've got a plan. Everyone, switch to comm channel 3, we're gonna spread out around the ship. Jesse; you head to the hanger bay and the kitchens. Kix; you check MedBay and any supply storage areas with good smelling things in them. I'll check the clone barracks and the 'fresher room" Fives starts, pointing to each clone and assigning their duty.

"And you-" he states, turning towards me "can check the Kennels and the Generals quarters. If anyone finds any signs of Kesi, let the rest of us know with your comms. Ready boys? Let's go find that Massiff." Fives encourages. The boys give firm nods and we all head in our own direction.

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It didn't take long to find him- well, where he had been and where he was going at least. Not long at all. Infact, Kesi had left a trail to follow. The kennels were a fail, as I'd imagined they'd be, and so I began to walk towards the Generals Quarters, when I noticed a strange trail of what looked like, paper?

I followed the trail around the corner, down the hall, and right to Master Kenobi's door. This leads me to where I am now, still standing in front of Master Kenobi's door, along with Fives, Kix, Jesse, and now Anakin and the man himself, Obi Wan.

"I am so so so so sorry Master Kenobi! The little drat just got too excited and I couldn't hold on to his leash and-" I started blathering nervously as I stared at the remnants of what was once the box containing the infamous missing Jedi Holocron. When I say remnants, I really mean little tiny scraps of cardboard.

Obi-wan silenced me with a raise of his hand and a sigh, followed by Anakin's quiet laughter, at which Obi-wan was not amused. "Let's just spread out and find the little guy. He can't have gotten far, after all we are on a ship in the middle of space." he states, ever calm and ready with a plan.

"You'd be surprised General, sir. We've been searching for quite a while already now, and we've only managed to find his trail of destruction." Fives states, a giggle present in his tone.

"Well, now there are more of us! Anakin, have Rex notify the rest of the 501st and have every single person searching. I'll comm Cody and tell him to do the same. As soon as he is found, signal on the comms." Obi-wan states determinedly with a small clap as everyone breaks off in small search groups.

"Don't worry, we'll find him. And it's not like he can destroy the holocron. It'll all be alright, Obi-wan will forget it ever happened as soon as it's over!" Anakin says comfortingly, placing a hand on my shoulder. As much as that should have eased my worries, the statement left me with a strange feeling of dread.

I couldn't help thinking never say never as we parted ways to begin our own searches.

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Meanwhile...

Kesi had ran around for a good long while after swallowing that holocron, not quite satisfied with his cold meal. He searched all over the ship for something better, stealing a few bantha patties from the kitchens before deciding he was full and in desperate need for a nap.

If only he could find a nice, warm, dark place...

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Two hours. Two kriffing hours we've spent searching the whole kriffing ship for Kesi and still, there was no sight of him. Other than the few missing bantha patties, that is. But that was hours ago. Now, I found myself with Anakin and Rex in the 501st barracks once again, for what feels like the 501st time.

"Kesi, Kes. Come here boy!" I called tiredly. I just wanted to find him and be done with all thi- what was that? Did i just see movement...under that bunk?

"Oh Kessiiiii" I called playfully, watching the end of a tail respond in kind.

I crept over to the bunk, bending down and gently lifting up the side of the blanket. Underneath lied the man, or should i say thief, of the hour. Upon recognizing me, Kesi comes scurrying out from under the bunk, licking me straight in the face.

"There you are boy!" I exclaimed, happy that he was at last safe and sound.

"Well, there's the hound, but where's the holocron?" Anakin asks, lifting the blanket only to see no holocron where Kesi once was.

"Hmm..." He said, walking over and closing his eyes briefly.

The look on his face when his eyes opened once again told me all I needed to know. I groaned, the happy moment short lived.

"Oh, Kesi." I couldn't believe him. He swallowed it. He actually swallowed a very important jedi holocron. Whole! Unbelievable.

"Well, General, sir. I believe there is only one thing we can do now." Rex speaks up, shocked at the whole ordeal himself.

"Obi-wan is gonna kill me..." I groaned again.

"It's kind of funny, I'm usually the one saying that." Anakin snickers as he raises his comm to tell the aforementioned master the news.

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A few more excruciating hours passed and everyone had now gathered in the waiting room of the medbay, eager to hear the news.

Finally, Kix comes out of the medbay, arms behind his back.

"Well..." he stalls, clearly enjoying the comical aspect of the situation and leaving everyone hanging.

"Kesi has finally passed the cube! Here it is, General Kenobi, all cleaned up, and disinfected thrice!" Kix beams as he reveals the holorcron from behind his back.

Anakin, Fives and myself cheer, while Obi-wan, Rex and Cody only sigh, in relief or quiet frustration i wasn't sure. The ordeal was finally over. Obi-wan stands, grabbing the holocron reluctantly and coming over to me.

"I suggest you keep a better eye on your little friend, we don't want another incident like this happening again. I'm exhausted." Obi-wan says gently, clearly tuckered by the events of the day.

"Yes, General, sir. I'm sorry again, and it most definitely will not happen again." He nods, exiting the waiting room.

"Ahh, don't worry too hard, everyone kind of enjoyed the fun of it. After all, it's not everyday my boys worst enemy is a 50 pound ball o excitement and love." Anakin says, coming in once again to calm my nerves.

"Have a good night." he says before heading out, following everyone else.

I decided to stop by and see the little rascal once more before bed. As i walked into the medbay over to his little makeshift cot, I noticed he was already passed out. I guess today tired us all out.

"Goodnight little trouble maker, I'll see you tomorrow. And no more holocrons!" I scolded quietly, gently patting his head, before heading to my own bunk to get some much needed rest.

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #arc trooper fives #Clone wars x reader #the clone wars imagine #the clone wars #star wars imagine #obi wan kenobi #kix #commander Jesse #Jesse #clone medic kix #captain rex #rex #commander cody #Cody

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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The Best Kind Of Crazy

Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 16 Prompt: "Do you know a way out of here?"

Summary: Y/N's been captured by Separatists, seemingly with no hope of escape. That is, until Padmé Amidala gets captured too. Especially since she's never been one to sit around in a cell waiting for rescue.

Word Count: 1,833

Category: Fluff, Adventure

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I stared, eyes narrowed, watching the woman laying on the floor a few feet from me. She'd been thrown into this cell with me a few minutes ago, and the longer I looked at her, the more confident I became that she was Senator Padmé Amidala.

How she had ended up in a Separatist prison cell was beyond me, but it definitely wasn't good. I was a relatively low-ranking military strategist, and they'd had to go through an armed envoy to get to me.

My attention had just started to wander again when Senator Amidala stirred. She stretched as much as she could in handcuffs, then shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide, when she realized where she was. Her gaze darted from her handcuffs to the cell door to me, and then she narrowed her eyes as her gaze stayed on me.

"Who are you?" she demanded. I gave her a small smile and raised one hand in a little wave. At least, I tried to just wave with one hand, but thanks to my handcuffs it ended up being two-handed.

"Y/N Y/L/N," I said. "Low-ranking GAR strategist and trainee liaison to the Jedi."

She nodded, visibly relaxing when she realized I wouldn't be a threat to her.

"I'm Senator Amidala, but you can call me Padmé," she said with a sigh as she got to her feet. She quickly scanned the room again, then turned back to me. "Do you know a way out of here?"

I huffed a small laugh. "Sorry, no. If I did, I wouldn't have still been sitting here when you arrived."

Padmé nodded, looking a little distracted as her gaze wandered away from me. I obviously didn't know her very well, but I could see the gears turning in her head as she thought.

I just leaned back against the well where I sat, watching Padmé. I'd been going stir crazy for the day I'd been in this cell, and if Padmé wanted to run around kicking the walls, then I would gladly take the distraction from the nothingness.

I was about to make a comment about how unlikely I thought escape would be without help when Padmé reached up and pulled a pin out of her hair. I frowned, curious, as she crossed the room to stand in front of me.

"Hold out your hands, please."

I just watched her for a minute, trying to make sense of the strange request, then complied. What did I have to lose?

Padmé used one hand to grab my cuffs and hold them steady, then started working on the lock with her hairpin with the other. A second later, I heard a click, and they popped open.

I looked up at Padmé in awe as the cuffs dropped from my wrists to the floor. She took my hand and shoved the hairpin into it, then held out her own cuffs to me.

"Come on, we don't have much time. I'll talk you through how to do it."

I just blinked at her for a second, then jumped into action.

"That was... incredible," I said as I worked. A small smile quirked up at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you. Now, focus on feeling the tumblers of the lock. We have to hurry."

It took me MUCH longer than it had taken Padmé, but after a few minutes, the lock on her handcuffs popped open. Padmé had stayed calm and patient the whole time she'd been talking me through the lock picking, and now she quickly shed her cuffs and took the hairpin back. She went over to the cell door, looking both ways before pressing her back against the wall where the door would normally come to rest if it opened.

"Lay down on the floor," she said, patient but firm, to me. "Look as sick and unconscious as you possibly can, and then be ready to move when I tell you to."

I did as she said, my mind still absolutely whirling. What the hell was she planning, and how did she know how to do all this? Did normal politicians learn these things?

I didn't have much time to ponder my questions, because as soon as I closed my eyes on the floor, Padmé started shouting.

"Help! Please! We have a medical emergency!"

My heart started pounding in my chest, and while we didn't currently have a real medical emergency, the chances of my having a heart attack felt pretty high.

I heard grumbling and shuffling coming closer to our cell, but I didn't dare try to open my eyes and investigate.

"Please, help," Padmé repeated, presumably once a guard had come. "We're no use to you if we're dead."

Another grunt, and then I heard the jingling of keys. No. Way.

I kept my eyes shut tight, but I heard the lock turn and the door swing open. Heavy, shuffling footsteps came towards me, but before my panic could get out of hand, I heard a loud thud.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed, but I didn't move or open my eyes at the sound, or when I heard a louder thud and felt the floor shake a little. Only when I heard Padmé's sigh before she said "okay, let's go" did I look.

My heart nearly stopped again when I found our guard unconscious on the floor, presumably knocked out by Padmé. She pulled his keys off his belt, then came over to offer me a hand. I took it, heart racing for a few different reasons as she pulled me to my feet.

"We have to hurry," she said, glancing around as she darted out of the cell. I shook my head.

"You are a senator," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down as I followed after her despite my shock. "How do you know how to do this?"

Padmé just shrugged and shot a mischievous grin back at me that made my heart melt.

"Lots of practice."

I tried not to think too much about that answer as I followed Padmé, rushing to keep up as she led us from corridor to corridor, ducking and dodging and darting around corners. I could see a hanger full of ships up ahead, and for the first time since Padmé had woken up, I actually had hope that this crazy plan might work.

The same moment I had the thought, I heard voices right ahead of us, rapidly approaching from around a corner. Without hesitating, Padmé grabbed my hand and pulled me with her as she shouldered open a supply closet. We were almost chest to chest in the space, and when she shut the door behind us, we were plunged into near-total darkness.

Padmé held a finger to her lips (which distracted me more than a little) as the voices drew closer. I held my breath, confident we would be discovered, but the voices passed by and got steadily quieter as they disappeared down the hall. We listened until there was dead silence in the hallway, then Padmé waited an extra second before flinging the door open and heading back into the corridor. To my delight, she grabbed my hand again as we moved.

"My ship is in the back of the cargo bay. If you can get the door open while I get ready to fly, we can get out of here."

"On it."

Padmé and I split, reluctantly dropping hands as we moved to different parts of the hanger. My hands flew across the keyboard, and I only spared a half-second glance back to see Padmé climbing the ramp of her ship.

A second later, alarms started blaring. Our captors had realized we were missing, which meant we needed to leave now.

Thankfully, I managed to get the hanger door open. I yanked out a few control pieces to slow down anyone wanting to undo my accomplishment, then took off in a sprint for Padmé's ship.

She appeared on the ramp a moment later looking more stressed than I'd seen her so far. I realized why a moment later as shouts came from behind me and shots bounced off the floor around me.

"Hurry!" cried Padmé, and I poured on as much extra speed as I could manage. I saw Padmé reach behind her back, and a moment later, she had a blaster in-hand and was returning fire on our enemies. Because of course she was.

By some miracle, I made it to the ramp. I rushed past Padmé and slammed the button to close the ramp as she fired off a few more shots before turning and taking off towards the cockpit.

"Come on!" she yelled, waving for me, but I was already following her.

She slammed into the pilot's seat, and I landed next to her in the copilot's a moment later. We sped through all the takeoff protocol together, perfectly in sync, and within minutes we were safely out of the hanger and into hyperspace.

I sank back into my chair once we were officially safe, suddenly exhausted now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Then, I turned to Padmé with a grin.

"You are insane."

Padmé chuckled, suddenly looking a little sheepish.

"Well, we needed to get out of there before they could use us as leverage. And unfortunately, this has happened to me enough that I've developed some skills-"

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't like it," I said, quickly holding up my hands. "You totally saved me, after all. Besides... it was amazing watching you do all of that."

Padmé grinned. "Really?"

"Really," I replied, heat rushing to my face. I just hoped she didn't notice. "And, you know, since you saved me... maybe I could take you out to dinner, once we're back in friendly territory?"

"As a date?"

"Yes?"

Suddenly, my crazy idea of asking the gorgeous, amazing senator on a date seemed far too crazy for the day (despite all the other crazy stuff that had happened). But to my relief, Padmé smiled. I even thought I caught a small blush dusting her cheeks as she met my eyes.

"I'd like that," she said. My heart leapt.

"Really?"

"Yes."

We shared a smile, and then Padmé sighed, her attention turning back to the control panel before us.

"I should probably let a few people know we got out of there," she said. "More than one of my friends and coworkers are the kind of people to dive headfirst into an insane rescue plan if they're told I've been taken hostage without calling me first to verify if it's true."

I laughed. "If they have even half the skillset you do, I think they'll be fine. But yeah, it'd probably be better if it didn't get to that point."

I relaxed back in my seat as Padmé started dialing numbers of GAR leadership, watching the stars fly by around us. By the time we got back to Coruscant, I would have the perfect date planned, ready for the absolute perfect girl.

I couldn't wait.

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 1 year

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Imagine: Turning into The Dark side ( instead of Anakin)

( Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi wan)

You were in Ashoka’s crèche growing up, honestly one of her best friends.

Ahsoka would eventually match so well with Skyguy because she too had little chill

So you were the perfect partner for her — skilled enough to keep up with her in all her shenanigans but cautious enough to help warn her away from the first plans that went through her head

Ahsoka, after being paired with Skyguy, kept the thought that you’d do well under Master Obi in the back of her head

Instead, to the surprise of pretty much the entire Temple — Quinlan Vos had swooped in and asked you to be his new padawan

And equally surprising, you hadn’t spent much time thinking it over before you agreed

You confided in Ahsoka a few months later that you had felt the Force nudge you into agreeing and that you had personally thought you needed a Master that would help you step outside of your small comfort zone, help you learn to stand on your own feet

And you did!

Quinlan left you with Master Obi a lot — Quinlan was involved in a lot of heavy missions, things that he didn’t want to drag a brand new Padawan into so the 212th had an occasional baby Jedi Commander with them

(And Ahsoka was pleased to find out you worked fabulously with Master Obi — it only took you a week to master Obi-Wan’s signature disappointed look, all hip cocked and extreme frown and raised eyebrow. You stopped both Quinlan and Skyguy flat out with it the first time you broke it out on them)

But you’d been with Quinlan for long enough he finally felt confident enough to bring you with him on a run of the mill mission — something relatively easy to start dipping your feet into the undercover work he was helping you train in

Ahsoka guessed you had spent to long with the 212th and the 501st — you had picked up their bad luck — because it had only taken a day on the ground for things to go catastrophically wrong

Quinlan swore to anyone that was around him that he had only looked away from you for less than a minute but in that time you had been taken

It had to have been a professional group because Quinlan had immediately leapt into action and had tore apart your last known location, even dragging in his favorite clone Commander Fox and the entire Corrie guard but you were nowhere to be found

It had wrecked a lot of people when the news of your disappearance came out — you had been known and close to quite a few different Corps and it had devastated all of them

Ahsoka knew that no one ever completely gave up the search for you but eventually the rest of the War took over and finding you became a secondary or tertiary objective for most everyone

Not Quinlan though. Ahsoka knew he was still tearing his way through every dark corner and whispered boogeyman to find you

The Council had let him do so because a) they wouldn’t be able to stop him if they tried and b) his efforts were weeding out quite a few undesirables — not necessarily in ways the law abiding citizens approved of but Quinlan, even in his obsessive search for you, was careful to not present himself as a Jedi

Now though, Ahsoka had to hope that Quinlan hadn’t found you, would never find you…

The red of the lightsaber illuminated the corridor quite nicely. Certainly enough that Ahsoka couldn’t argue with herself — it was you in front of her, eyes a sickly yellow and a new hilt humming in your hand. The buzz of your lightsaber was the only sound Ahsoka could hear, even drowning out her heart breaking.

Your name slid from her lips without Ashoka’s knowledge and shattered the uneasy silence that had grown between you.

“Little ‘Soka isn’t so little anymore is she?” The words were purred, the malice dripping from your lips ripping right through her. Ahsoka tried to stop herself from flinching away from you but she feared she failed.

Lowering her hands to her sabers, she shifted into a ready position. She wasn’t going to let you get away again, no matter what had happened when you were taken. Quinlan had come back to the Light and Ahsoka knew he’d be by your side the entire time as they yanked you back to the Light.

“Oh? Does Little ‘Soka think she’ll be able to stop me?” You pouted at her in laughter, confident in your skills but Ahsoka didn’t let that deter nor distract her.

Ahsoka was a Jedi, she was a hunter who wore an akul headdress, and she had your scent. You weren’t going to get away from her again.

Again, you were a crèchemate with Obi-Wan, bold and brash and confident

You were a few years younger than the rest of the group but you had some pretty extreme shields guarding your mind that made you the perfect partner for either Quinlan, who’s psychometry wasn’t yet under his control, or Obi-Wan, who’s connection to the Force left him with pretty severe nightmares and visions that he often unknowingly projected around himself

You had been born with strong shields and that gave you the perfect protection against those two and so you had been quickly moved into their room as a buffer

Their clan had been kinda insular, most everyone making quick and sure friends with everyone — you had fit right in, quickly catching up with where everyone else was study wise

You had been the last one to get a Jedi Master and you credited it mostly to Obi-Wan that you had gotten one at all

While Obi was settling into being Master Qui-Gon’s padawan, you made a menace of yourself, invading their space frequently

This led you into being noticed by Dooku

Dooku and Qui-Gon famously Did Not get along but Dooku never really let that stop him from watching over his padawan

And he was amused by your determination to insert yourself into his Lineage’s lives but he felt that you rough edges were just a little too rough

And he was sure that he could smooth them out — not into a stone but into a knife, sharp and deadly

It was a subtle affair when Dooku asked you to become his padawan. He had asked your teachers to let him test your various table manners over a many course meal meant to simulate a variety of different systems customs

It really wasn’t something that was done but Dooku is Just Like That and he managed to slip it between questions about the rules of silverware during a Royal Naboo dinner and the correct way to seat dignitaries at an Alderaan banquet

Your partnership with Dooku brought him and Qui-Gon closer because now when you invaded their rooms, you always brought Dooku with

The partnership you held with Dooku was rocky to start but he had a strong Will and strong opinions on the correct way to behave but it wasn’t until you saw the way he insulted over 2 dozen different people during a senate debate without anyone knowing that you buckled down to learning his ways

You spent a lot of time on diplomacy missions but you were also sent on a lot of missions with the Jinn/Kenobi pair

You were actually supposed to be on the mission to Naboo that ultimately led to Qui-Gon’s death

Unfortunately, you had suffered a pretty severe broken leg from goofing around with Quinlan and Obi-Wan beforehand that led you to be Temple bound for a few weeks while it healed and Qui-Gin snuck out with Obi-Wan before Dooku could decide whether he wanted to stay with you or go with them

That…caused a lot of unspoken tension when Qui’s death was announced — you started to blame yourself for getting injured but also Quin and Obi for going so far in what was supposed to be a friendly afternoon, Obi-Wan felt like you had started the roughhousing that ultimately meant you were absent when he needed the help the most, Dooku was mad that Qui-Gon left without him, mad that Obi-Wan was part of the reason you were injured enough to require a long healing rest, and mad at you for getting injured

All of this was paired with his feelings about the senate and the roll the Jedi played in the Galaxy so he left. And he Fell

You stayed in the temple. At that point you had passed your trials to become a Jedi Knight and it took a couple of days after Dooku left before you heard the news

But it was hard after that

Your Lineage now had 2 fallen Jedi in it plus Qui-Gon’s maverick ways and Obi-Wan’s new padawan who was too old and too angry and just too much

Obi-Wan had sequestered the two of them away so that Obi could focus on making sure Anakin quickly caught up and that meant all of the Temple’s scrutiny and attention fell on you

You honestly lasted longer than you thought you would but about 2 years after your master Fell, the final straw came and broke the camel’s back

You had been a model Knight in those years, with several wins and successes under your belt. During one of those missions, you had found a force sensitive child and had brought them back to the Temple

The council saw the way the two of you interacted and guessed that you would be asking to become their master as soon as they were old enough

They spent a few weeks watching over your interactions with the child and knew their guess was right

They called you in for a meeting and very bluntly told you it wouldn’t happen. They weren’t going to risk such a child for the former padawan of a Fallen Jedi

You didn’t know where you personally went wrong. You didn’t think it was fair to blame Dooku’s Fall on you and you had spent the last 2 years becoming then being a model Jedi

It was then that you received communication from Dooku again — a long talk about how the Jedi were straying from their path, were bending to the Senate’s demands…

His message spun around and around in your head for weeks but it was the sight of Obi-Wan and Anakin laughing as they came back from a mission that firmed your resolve

Obi-Wan was in nearly the same position as you - Dooku was his grandmaster and Xanatos was his padawan brother, the Maverick was his master…why did Obi-Wan get to have a padawan to bond with and teach and guide into the future but you couldn’t?

That night you backed your bag, filed the flimsiwork that severed your connection to the Temple and left, leaving only your lightsaber behind

You had been outspoken about how much you disproved Dooku’s path since the minute you first heard he left then Fell and so nobody thought to look for you in his direction

Obi-Wan kept a wary hand loosely around the hilt of his saber. Something in the air, in the Force, was warning him. He wasn’t sure what the warning was but he knew it was there.

Obi-Wan knew he should be relatively alone in the Force on this planet — there were no records of the natives being Force Sensitive and the War had spread the Order thin enough that it was rare the he was ever sent out with a partner that wasn’t Anakin.

…and yet…

There was a sense in the air, something indescribable and uniquely Force in nature — the middle ground between touch and taste — that told Obi-Wan that someone was nearby and using the Force.

It was only his careful consideration of his surroundings that let him dodge the sweep of the red saber blade that was intent on taking off his head. It was a quick paced battle that took of from there, the Force being liberally used to help overcome the near complete darkness that support him and his opponent.

When Obi-Wan was thrown through the doors of the warehouse he had been hiding out in, the week sunlight that managed to break through the cloudy day was enough for him to see your face.

The shock that ran through him at the sight of you again was almost enough for you to gain the upper hand. Unfortunately for you, he had spent nearly his entire childhood and the actual entirety of his padawanship drilling with you on the various saber forms and he knew your style front to back and back to front.

It was that intimate knowledge of you that allowed him to keep living. You hadn’t been shocked to see him and you hadn’t suddenly started to pull your punches. In fact, your attacks gained in power and strength, a fury racing through you at the sight of his face.

“What happened?” It slipped out without his intent, sadness flooding itself around the words to drag them to the ground in disbelief.

“You did,” your voice was vicious, barbed, and aimed at him to shred him to pieces.

“All of this,” you spread out your arms to encompass the entirety of his view, “is your fault. It is because of you that Master Dooku lost Qui-Gon and it is because of you that Master Dooku left me and it was because of you that I FELL.”

Here your attacks gained strength and speed, an unreal whirlwind of unrelenting attacks.

But it was the next sentence that caused the most damage.

“Everything I’ve ever done because I Fell? Can be placed on your shoulders Obi-Wan.”

You were a healer in your last years of training when Anakin was first brought to the Temple — in fact, you were the one who took out Anakin’s slave chip

You had been in training for field medicine for the purpose of being a traveling medic and so you were used to explaining every step of your process — it calmed a lot of people down when they knew exactly what was happening to them and why

That kind of care had been really rare for Anakin and he quickly formed a bond with you because of it

That bond was very useful when you had to give him a full physical and the entire panel of vaccines — you didn’t move on to the next procedure or vaccine before you described in detail what it was and how it would help

Whenever he had to go to the Halls for healing, he always asked for you

And when you did finally earn the rank of knight and started to leave the Temple on your missions, Anakin was quick to “subtly” suggest to Obi-Wan that the two of them should follow in the same direction

It worked out — the Kenobi/Skywalker pair were ones to fall face first into major trouble and the Council decided it would just be quicker to send the three of you into the same areas for missions

Anakin really looked up to you — he never forgot his dream to free all the slaves and he knew you were working towards that goal, slowly but determinedly

And when the War broke out, Anakin was one of the most vocal supporters of you continuing your traveling work — he wasn’t afraid to argue his support of the good you could do. The War was going to negatively effect so many people, he said, and having Jedi still be seen helping people, healing people, would help with the support of the Republic

So you continued your way through the Galaxy, through the War and the death and destruction it brought

And that…broke you. You were only one person and there were just too many people that needed help

You Fell reaching for more power to just help one more person

The Holonet blasted out the announcement and a picture of you with the Classic Sith eyes before the Temple knew

And Anakin was devastated.

You had been an Idol for him, a pillar of Good

He actually refused to believe it for the longest time — you fell after the Rako Hardeen mission and Anakin was convinced this was another trick by the Council

It wasn’t until he saw you cutting down your former fellow Jedi to drain them of their power that he knew you were gone

The healer he had known would have never harmed anyone

The silence on the bridge was deafening. Anakin was frozen in his spot, his Master and his Padawan slowly crowding up against him in support. The holo footage of you was still playing on a loop, each frame of it as damning as the first time he saw it.

A blink and there you were dropping onto a Jedi Knight’s shoulders. A blink and your new saber, blood red blade a vicious wound across your body, was cutting through the Knight’s chest. A blink and you were kneeling over the dying Jedi, your eyes now a cancerous luminous yellow as you drew the Knight’s power and connection to the Force into yourself. A final blink and you had had the audacity to blow a kiss towards the dying Trooper who captured the footage before sashaying away.

Anakin wasn’t sure how long he watched the holo repeat itself before his heart hardened itself against you. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as they slowly slid shut. Leaning slightly against his Master, Snips a comfortable warm line against his other side, Anakin finally reopened his eyes and turned to Rex and Cody.

“Make sure to get that footage circulating through the troops and sent on to the Temple. We need to start planning the appropriate approach when Darth Insidiae is next spotted,” his voice steady and sure, Anakin knew that his words were a death sentence for you.

But, Anakin thought to himself, you had already died. Now he was just taking care of your killer.

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luminalightsverse · 2 years

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Okay hear me out

We all know that the Clones don't have any rights and are just the property of the republic.

Also the separatist alliance used this for their own propaganda like in these pictures

Even in the republic there were people who weren't okay with how the clones were treated by the republic and didn't agree with that. Also, Senator Den Skeenah said that they had rules and rights for every living being, even for plants but not for clones. He also criticized that clones didn't have legal status, freedom or representation.

And what do people do if they're not okay with something? Right they demonstrate. So imagine the war would have lasted a little longer. Long enough for people to say okay enough is enough and they all would go to the streets with posters, loudspeakers, megaphones etc. and everyone is fighting together for the lives of the clones and for their rights. Something like BLM but for clones. So like they would scream Clone Lives Matter and they would write or put stickers everywhere which says "CLM", "Clone Lives Matter", "Rights For Clones", "Freedom For Clones" etc.

Just imagine the clones watching all these people take to the streets and fight for their rights, give them a voice because they don't have one themselves. And slowly but surely the clones take off their helmets, drop their weapons and also take to the streets to demonstrate for their rights, their freedom and their lives. Because this is what they deserve. They deserve their rights, they deserve to get paid, they deserve a live and they deserve to choose what they want to do with their lives. They just deserve everything good, after all they've done.

Just imagine….

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findmeinasunshower · 2 years

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𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚: 𝑨𝒉𝒔𝒐𝒌𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒐

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summary: post-tcw!Ahsoka x reader. oneshot.

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood

Ahsoka came into your life completely by surprise: A strange, hooded figure appearing at your door and asking for work as a mechanic.

You didn’t really need one—your moisture farm on Raada was small, only really big enough for you to work on alone—but something about her made you say yes. She looked about your age...and tired in a way that went beyond physical.

So, against your better judgement, you invited her to stay and work on your small plot of land. She fixed up the busted droids that hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and you remember your surprise seeing them rolling out of your family shed. Before she came along, you did almost all of your work by hand.

Throughout all of this time, she said nothing about her past, and you were content to leave her to her mystery. Until some weeks later, the Empire found their way to Raada and destroyed your year’s worth of work to build an outpost.

It was over a quiet, tearful dinner that night that Ahsoka suggested forming a rebellion.

And now, almost two years later, you’re still by her side in a rebellion of a much larger scale. When the worn Togruta showed up your doorstep, you didn’t think you’d end up on a starcruiser lightyears away from your home. But some part of you knew, even that early, that Ahsoka had no choice but to be stuck with you.

You decided you liked her when she punched your xenophobic neighbor without hesitation for sneering at her lekku.

You knew you trusted her when she told you about her past as a Jedi padawan.

And you realized you loved her when you watched her get sucked into outer space.

It doesn’t matter how the Imperial spy got aboard the cruiser. All that matters right now is your grip on the grooved vent cover and the fact that the last thing Ahsoka did before she got vacuumed into the great beyond was Force push you so hard that you slammed into the wall.

“C-8!” You scream, and hope you’re not imagining the quiet beep from up near at the control panel. “You have to get the gravitational field up! Now!”

You hear C-8 beep in confirmation over the howling wind, and you thank the stars that you weren’t imagining the droid before. You chance a glance up towards the droid just in time to see a supply crate zipping toward you, and your ripped fingers protest as you swing yourself closer to the wall to avoid getting hit. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you find the strength to look up again and see C-8 has made it to the control panel.

And just like that, it’s over. You gasp as the gravity shifts back to normal and you think you feel a rib crack as you slam back down onto the hangar floor.

“Shit,” you hiss and grip your side with bloodied fingers, as if that will help the internal injury. You don’t even have time to take stock of the situation before you feel the now-familiar heat of a blaster bolt whizzing just over your head. “Shit!”

You push yourself up and scramble behind the nearest X-wing, drawing your blaster as you go. You surprise yourself by nearly dropping the damned thing with your slippery red hands. Damn, that vent really did a number on you.

Holding the blaster under your chin, you peer around the X-wing just in time to see Lyra (your personal favorite pilot) poke her head out of her own ship. She motions to you to stay down and you drop into a crouch just in time to see her lean over her hull and take out the spy, who had been sneaking up behind you.

You sigh in relief and lower your blaster. “C, is that all of them?” One chirp for yes rings across the hangar. “How long were we down?” The droid chirps again and your heart sinks.

The gravitational field was only down for a thirty seconds. Thirty seconds. And the only reason you’re still standing here is because of Ahsoka.

“Oh, stars.” Ahsoka. You quickly tuck your blaster into its holster and take off running towards the blue force field at the end of the hangar. A group of pilots and mechanics are gathered towards the middle of the field, staring out at the bodies and various debris floating in the space beyond. Your heart speeds up as you scan the debris desperately and it’s not long before a flash of orange catches your eye.

As usual, she’s at the eye of the storm, and one hand is extended out in front of her as she pulls herself back toward the ship with the last bit of strength she has left. You rush over to where she’ll drop in, and the force field warbles as she enters the gravitational field and drops like a stone, unmoving.

"Ahsoka!” you shriek and sprint toward her, shoving the pilot who reached her first out of the way so you can kneel beside her.

Every inch of her is covered in ice from the tips of her lekku to her boots. Her eyelashes are white with frost, and when you take her hand in yours, you notice that the tips of her fingers are blue.

Your hands are shaking as you bring them up to cradle her face gently, feeling the thin layer of frost crumble beneath your fingertips. Tears well up in your eyes when she doesn’t move an inch under your touch. “Ahsoka?” you whimper her name, to no avail. “Ahsoka, please, don’t do this.”

Still, no response. After a few moments of suffocating silence you rock forward on your knees and press your forehead against hers. “Ahsoka Tano, you have to come back to me,” you command. “If you do this to me I will never forgive you.”

And, as if on cue, just as you open your eyes, her beautiful blue ones flutter open.

“Oh stars, Ahsoka,” you sob with relief and press a frantic kiss to her forehead before wrapping your arms around her shoulders and burying your face in her neck. Her body is ice cold.

“(y/n),” she mumbles, voice gravelly in your ear. “You’re bleeding.”

You huff out a hysterical laugh and pull back just enough so you can see her face. “Oh, that’s so typical. You just pulled yourself out of outer space and you’re worried because my hands are bleeding.”

The Togruta cracks a small smile. “That’s right.”

“I can’t stand you,” you say, even as you feel your face crumple with relief. You dip your head and press a kiss to her cheek. “Force, Ahsoka, I thought you’d died. You can never do that to me again, okay?”

Your tears only intensify when you feel her arms wrap weakly around you in return. “(y/n), if you’re going to kiss me...just do it.”

You laugh hysterically and press a long kiss to her lips, savoring the fact that she’s alive. She’s not lost in outer space, never to be seen again. And if that’s what it took for you to finally kiss Ahsoka Tano, then you can’t be too mad about it.

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toastnpretzels · 7 months

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bad caf

relationships: crosshair x reader

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word count: 1700

warnings: medic reader (yes this is a warning im sorry its basic), injuries but its not super descriptive, fluff

summary: 2 idiots would rather not talk than admit their obvious feelings

author's note: sorry for the lack of posts. im trying to write more than i do but school is taking up most of my time. i have so many drafts that im trying to finish. hopefully more posts soon. i also want to start a series. thanks for reading :)

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Your feelings for Crosshair were confusing.

Well, maybe not yours, but figuring out how he felt was.

You knew how you felt. You liked him. You liked everything about him, although you would never admit it out loud to anyone. You didn’t know how he felt, though. Somedays you thought there was something there, but Crosshair was so quick to change moods that you could never really tell. He would do everything that would say that he felt something, the lingering touches, the small conversations that he wouldn’t have with anyone else other than you, but it was Crosshair. Nothing ever made sense with him.

The day had started as it usually did. Crosshair wakes up before everyone else, not being able to sleep. He makes you caf. It’s the horrible kind, but somehow, he finds a way to make yours enjoyable. He leaves it on the shelf in your bunk, not bothering to wake you. The smell of it is what stirs you awake, only to find he had already left the room. This had been happening for several rotations. Always the same. You stumble out of your bunk, careful not to wake anyone else, and head to the refresher with the caf in hand. It was too early to already be thinking about your feelings for him.

You sat down with him before anyone else was awake. This was your favorite part of the day. Crosshair was more vulnerable without his brothers around him. You both sat there drinking your caf. You tried to savor it just so you could have more time with him. Little did you know, he was doing the same thing.

“The caf is terrible.”

He laughs a little, something most people don’t see from him. It makes your heart swell.

“It always is, yet you still drink it.”

He was right. He didn’t know you only liked it because he made it.

You looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. He rarely smiles. He has the cutest smile. Gods you have to stop thinking like that, but you can’t help it when he looks like that. For a moment, you thought he was finally going to say something about what was going on between you both.

Tech walked into the small room and just like that, the moment was over. It wasn’t Tech’s fault. You were probably just reading too far into it. Nothing was going on between you and Crosshair.

If you would’ve known the day would end with you being shot by a Separatist droid, you would’ve stayed in your bunk.

The mission couldn’t have gone any worse. There were more droids than expected. Tech was injured, which is why you ended up injured as well. Being a medic during a war meant taking risks to help others during a battle.

Crosshair didn’t care. He didn’t want you anywhere near the action. He wanted you to stay on the ship. But he knew the second Tech had gotten hurt, you would be there. Tech could handle himself, he always did even before you were there. He only had a cut, sure it was big, but he would have made it out just fine. Now you were laying here unconscious and there was nothing he could do. All because you made a stupid decision to help Tech. He felt horrible. He could only watch as Tech stitched your side.

Crosshair knew he had feelings for you. He hated it. It made him soft. Vulnerable. Weak. Things that he couldn’t afford to be during a war. You were their medic. It was wrong. But he couldn’t help it. The way you smiled, the way you treated him so gently, the way you matched his sarcasm. It made him melt. He loved it, all of it. And he hated that he did.

Something awoken in his head the moment he saw you unconscious. He knew Tech had given you something to knock you out, but he still felt guilty somehow. Like he should’ve been there to protect you. He decided in that moment that he couldn’t do this anymore. He would push away all feelings for you. It was changing him and he couldn’t have that. Not now, not when any of them could die at any moment. And especially not when you didn’t feel the same.

Crosshair was different after that day. He didn’t speak to you anymore, didn’t look at you, and definitely wouldn’t make you caf anymore. It had been months since your injury. You were physically fine, but the emotions were taking its toll. You missed his sarcastic remarks, you missed the way he would roll his eyes at you, you missed his laugh. You missed him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t there. He was physically there. You just couldn’t figure out why he shut you out. It hurt.

You and Wrecker were sitting in the cockpit. It was Wrecker’s watch, but you couldn’t sleep. It was nice to just sit with him and watch space as it flew past.

“What’s going on with you and Crosshair?”

Of course Wrecker would ask. He was your best friend. You just didn’t think anyone noticed anything was different.

“I’m not sure what you mean. Nothing’s going on,” you replied. You couldn’t tell him how you felt, especially not with the risk of anyone else hearing. It was stupid, you trusted Wrecker, but you couldn’t admit it if you can’t even find the courage to talk to Crosshair about it.

“You both aren’t talking to each other. And you seem sad.”

That was true. You were sad. You missed him so badly, even in just a friendly way.

“I promise there isn’t anything going on. You know how Crosshair is.”

That was also true. There was nothing going on.

You sat there for a few more minutes before deciding you should try to sleep again. It was late and you couldn’t spend another sleepless night longing for Crosshair. At least you could ignore the pain in your sleep. You said good night to Wrecker and walked out.

You didn’t expect Crosshair to be sitting in a chair cleaning his rifle. Had he heard what Wrecker said? You hadn’t been alone with him since before the accident. You should have just kept walking, but you just stood there staring at him. It wasn’t until he moved to get up that you said anything.

“Wait… please,” you whispered at the end.

He stared at you. He didn’t say a word, just stared waiting for you to talk. Gods his eyes were so pretty. And just like that, all of the emotions came crashing down on you. You loved him. And you needed him to listen.

“I’m not sure what I did or if I even did anything. If you don’t want to talk that is fine. You are not obligated to. But I need you to know you don’t have to leave a room every time I come in. You don’t have to ignore me. You don’t have to do anything for me. I don’t need an explanation for any of it. I just need you to know that I miss you.”

Fuck. You didn’t mean to say that last part. It all came out in a jumble of words. Maybe he didn’t hear it. He certainly wasn’t responding. You could feel the tears about to come any second. You moved to walk away, just needing to get away from his stare.

Just as you were about to walk into the bunks, you heard him.

“I miss you too.”

You stopped. Did he actually say that or am I imagining it? You turned around to see him staring at you again. It didn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t he talk to you then?

“I want to talk to you, I just don’t know how,” he whispered.

It was making even less sense now. You walked back to where he was and sat down.

“You almost died.”

Oh. That’s what this was about.

“Cross, I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad, I barely even have a scar from it,” you lifted your shirt as you spoke, showing him the small scar above your hip.

“You know I’m not good at this. I’m not good at talking about… my feelings,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean your feelings?”

He looks at you with those pretty eyes again. Fuck. You were going to crumble. His hand reaches for yours. He rubs his thumb against your knuckles. Gods can he hear how fast your heart is beating? He intertwines his hand with yours and looks at you once again.

You get it. You understand all of it now. For months he’s been trying to tell you in his own mysterious way. No one else would understand him. It wouldn’t be enough for anyone else, but it is for you. Because you understand him better than anyone.

“I love you.”

He says it. He doesn’t have to. You knew he always did. It all makes sense.

“I love you too. Always have.”

You didn’t have to say it back. He always knew you did. Because just as you know him, he knows you. Better than anyone else.

You both sat there for hours, enjoying each other’s company, talking about everything and nothing all at once. His hand didn’t leave yours for more than a second the rest of the night. You had no idea what any of this meant for both of you going forward, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in this moment. He loves you. You love him. You could figure it out in the morning.

You woke up the next morning to the feeling of someone climbing in your bunk. You opened your eyes to see Crosshair with 2 cups of caf. He set them down on the shelf where he always does. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. You love him. And he loves you.

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kaminokatie · 6 months

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Feelings || Kylo Ren

Synopsis - After first meeting you, Kylo Ren can't get you out of his mind. After the First Order Ball, Kylo takes you back to your quarters.

Warnings -NSFW.

Word Count - 3.1k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You were General Hux’s personal assistant, you had been for the last four months now. He had decided that he needed some help with paperwork and had elected you for the role. Your duties stemmed far from paperwork though; you helped plan battles and all sorts. You were currently bent over Hux’s office table, pointing at a map of the galaxy when the door had opened behind you. You stood up and straightened your back, looking at the intruder.

“Am I interrupting something?” Came the modulated voice of Kylo Ren from underneath his mask.

You gulped and shook your head. “Not at all, Mr Ren.” Despite knowing who he was, this was your first time meeting the infamous force user.

Kylo’s head snapped in Hux’s direction as he cleared his throat. “The Supreme Leader wishes to see you, General Hux.”

“He does?” Hux asked. A speck of fear shone in his eyes, but he gulped and nodded. “Of course.” He said his goodbyes quickly before exiting the room, leaving you alone with Kylo Ren.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you as you rolled up the map of the galaxy and placed it underneath your arm. You were about to excuse yourself when Kylo spoke. “What’s your name?”

You looked startled for a second, looking around the room to make sure he was definitely talking to you. “My name is Y/N L/N,” you replied, trying to sound confident in yourself.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” he mused, walking further into the room. “What is it you do?”

“I’m General Hux’s personal assistant,” you responded. “I help do paperwork and also go as far as planning some of the battles.”

Kylo hummed. “That will be why I haven’t seen you around at all then. Hux must be keeping you all to himself.” You couldn’t help but blush at his statement pondering, for what reason you weren’t sure. There was more silence as you continued to clear up your things from the desk. “How long have you been working with the General?” He asked, walking up to you slowly. His lightsaber was swinging by his side with every step he took and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated by his large presence.

“A few months,” you looked over your shoulder at his cracked mask. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr Ren?” You asked suddenly once your things were cleared away.

He shook his head. “No. I don’t believe there is.”

You nodded in response. “Well if that’s the case I shall head out and get to doing some paperwork.”

“Of course,” Kylo replied. He watched as you walked out of the room carrying your things by your side. He knew that his mind would be plagued by you for weeks to come.

Since that day Kylo had been seeing you everywhere. If Hux was around then so were you, by his side. Tonight was the night of the ‘First Order Ball’. This was a simple yet elegant ball put together by General Hux and yourself for all the members of the First Order to celebrate the most recent successes across the galaxy. Kylo had begrudgingly agreed to attend - to show his mask for a while before leaving. Although this was a formal event, Kylo wore his usual attire; a mask to cover his face and completely covered from head to toe in all black. As soon as he stepped into the ship’s main room, his eyes landed on your form. You were tucked away in the corner, of course with General Hux by your side, chatting with colleagues and sipping on your alcoholic beverage. Your elegant black dress, paired with black flats, flattered your frame perfectly and Kylo felt his mouth run dry at the sight. Kylo felt his eyebrow raise underneath his mask as General Hux’s arm wrapped around your waist. Were you two a couple or something? He didn’t even know why he cared so much, but he did.

Kylo felt a lump form in his throat as he found himself walking over to you, his feet seemingly moving on their own. His presence was noticed by most as he approached you and your group of colleagues and as soon as Hux realised he was there, he retracted his arm from around your waist and stood to attention.

“Good evening Mr Ren,” you said, a polite smile gracing your lips.

Kylo felt his heart skip a beat as you addressed him. “It’s nice to see you. Y/N, was it?” He asked. Of course he remembered your name, he just wanted to act ‘cool’.

“That’s right,” you grinned with a nod. “It’s nice to see you too, Sir.”

“Ren,” Hux said sternly, his eyes boring into the masked man’s frame. “I didn’t expect you to show up.”

Kylo looked at you and smiled underneath the mask before responding, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You blushed at his words and looked down at your feet before sipping at your drink once more. The night continued with laughter, dancing and of course, drinking. You could feel the alcohol coursing through your veins as the night went on, your vision becoming more and more blurry with each drink you downed. Kylo stood by your side, watching you without saying a word. He was just enjoying being in your presence. As the night came winding down, more and more people were leaving the ball to go to bed. Eventually it was just you, Hux and Kylo standing in the large empty room.

“I’d say that was a success,” you slurred, placing down your last glass of wine on a table.

“A success indeed,” Hux replied. “Are you feeling okay Y/N? You’ve had quite a lot to drink.”

You threw your hands in the air and grinned. “I feel fantastic.”

Kylo couldn’t help but smile underneath his mask at your drunken silliness but Hux was unbothered. “You should really go to bed,” Hux said sternly. “We still have a job to do tomorrow. Come, I’ll take you to your room.”

Kylo placed a menacing hand on Hux’s shoulder to stop him from grabbing your arm. “I’ll take her,” his modulated voice came. “I’m heading back to my quarters anyway.”

Hux pursed his lips but nodded. “Fine.”

“Come Y/N,” Kylo said, holding out a gloved hand to you. You continued to grin and clumsily took his hand, skipping out of the room. Hux watched with disdain as you dragged Kylo out of the room, leading him to your quarters.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You eventually asked Kylo as you made your way down the halls.

“It was… tolerable,” Kylo replied, his eyes glued to your form as you continued to skip down the halls. Your hand was still firmly grasped in his. “I enjoyed it more than I thought I would if I’m being honest.”

You smiled widely. “I’m glad.” The rest of the walk, or in your case skipping, was done in silence. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you reached your quarters. You squeezed Kylo’s hand before letting go and pressing your back against your bedroom door. “This is me.” Kylo hesitated for a moment, but you just smiled at him and whispered in a seductive voice, “would you like to come in?”

Kylo was slightly taken back by your sudden forwardness and his eyes widened. Despite this, he still felt himself nod his head in agreement. You opened the door to your room and stumbled in, Kylo following closely behind. Once you were both in your quarters, you closed the door with your foot and stumbled further into the room. Kylo’s eyes followed your form as you began to unzip your dress. His mouth ran dry as he watched your bare back come into his view as your dress slipped down onto the floor. You looked over your shoulder at him and smirked, stepping out of your dress that was now pooled at your ankles. “What are you doing?” Kylo asked, trying his hardest not to stutter.

“Getting undressed,” you slurred. You kept your back to Kylo as you picked your dress up off the floor and threw it in the washing basket in the corner of your room. His eyes stared at the plump of your ass through your lace underwear as you bent over and he felt his cock harden at the sight. Kylo was so far in a trance he hadn’t noticed you had turned around and were staring at him with folded arms covering your bare breasts. “See something you like?” You asked cockily, swaying from side to side.

Kylo’s hands gripped into fists by his side as he fought off the thoughts in his mind. You were drunk, so drunk, and he was sober. He couldn’t do this, but by all the God’s in the world did he want to. Ever since he first met you, Kylo had been unable to get you out of his mind and now you were standing in front of him, almost completely naked, clearly putting the moves on him. “You’re drunk,” he finally spoke up.

“So?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Your arms dropped to your sides revealing your perfect tits and Kylo felt his resolve break. He was nothing but a weak man in a mask. “I’m not a force user, but I sense that you want me,” you whispered seductively as you walked up to him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and stood on your tiptoes to whisper where his ear would be had he not had the mask on. “I want you too.”

Almost immediately, Kylo pushed you onto the large bed behind you. You fell backwards with an ‘oof’ leaving your lips as you stared up at him with wide eyes. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he growled, climbing on top of you. You could feel his hardened cock beneath his trousers push against your leg and you let out a soft whine at the feeling. Kylo let his hands roam around your body, stopping at your breasts as he began to knead them desperately. “Since I first met you all those weeks ago, I’ve been unable to get you out of my fucking mind.” You said nothing but whimpers as his gloved hands played with your nipples, forcing them to pucker up. “Your body is so beautiful.” He was enjoying playing with your tits as if they were toys, but his painfully hard cock was begging for some sort of relief. Kylo grinded himself against your thighs, soft gasps leaving his lips and coming through the modulator like music to your ears. You felt yourself beginning to sober up, desperate for more.

“Touch me,” you whimpered.

“I am,” Kylo replied, his hands still playing with your breasts and nipples.

“Not there.”

“Then where?”

“Here,” you whispered, grabbing his hands and leading them down to your clothed cunt. Kylo sucked in a breath as he touched the lace of your underwear, fingers dancing under the waistband. You stared into the eyeholes of his mask, knowing he was staring back at you as he slipped a finger inside of you. You couldn’t help but let out a soft little moan and bite your lip as he began his movements inside of you. With a few more thrusts he inserted a second finger into you, stretching you open deliciously. “Mr Ren,” you whimpered out.

“Call me Kylo,” he replied, biting his own lip as he stared at you. The faces you were making were pushing him over the edge. Kylo needed to be inside of you. He withdrew his fingers from you and fumbled with the belt of his cloak before letting it drop to the floor. You could see the outline of his muscles through his tight clothing and you truly realised how big he actually was. As you stared at him, mouth hung open, Kylo took off the rest of his clothes until he was completely naked: cock standing to attention. He was leaking pre-cum already.

He went to take off his mask but you stopped him in his tracks, “don’t,” you whispered. “I don’t want to see who I’m fucking just yet…”

Kylo tilted his head to the side in confusion but nodded. “As you wish.”

He climbed on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, Kylo slowly pushed inside of you inch by inch, your eyes widening as he bottomed out inside of you. He went to move but you shook your head, “give me a second,” you whimpered. Kylo nodded and kept himself still for a little while longer, allowing you to adjust to his large length. After a few moments, you finally nodded. “O-Okay, you can move.” Kylo retracted his cock from your sopping cunt before ploughing himself back in, his movements starting off rough already. He couldn’t get enough of your warm wetness enveloping him, his cock already threatening to explode as you clenched around him. Your sweet moans filled the room, head spinning from the alcohol in your body and the pleasure that was filling your senses. It was all too much.

Kylo’s hips thrusted against yours, soft moans leaving his lips with each movement he made. His hands were located on either side of your head, bunching at the sheets below. “You’re so tight,” Kylo groaned, his movements slowing down slightly. You blushed at his words, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his torso closer to yours. Your breasts pushed against his bare chest, bouncing with each painfully hard thrust. “Gods I’ve wanted this from the second I saw you.”

You couldn’t talk. You were being fucked dumb. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, moaning shamelessly as his words hit your ears. “More,” you whimpered out. Kylo happily obliged, his thrusts speeding up once more. He pulled out of you completely before slamming back into you a few times, forcing you to let out a little scream of pleasure. “I’m going to cum!” You cried out, your orgasm bubbling in your gut. Within seconds, you were coming undone on his cock. Gushing over his length as he continued to rock into you.

“Oh fuck,” Kylo gasped, his own release prematurely spilling out of the tip of his cock as your walls fluttered around him. His hips stuttered as he continued to cum deep inside of you, muffled groans coming through his voice modulator. As his hips slowed down to a halt, your breathing became more shallow as you came down from your own high. “I’m sorry.. I-I couldn’t help it,” he whispered. His intimidating demeanour changing to one of a vulnerable man.

“Hey,” you grinned. “It’s okay. It was amazing.” He pulled out of you with a pop and rolled over, laying on his back and seemingly staring at the ceiling. He didn’t respond to you, after all, he was slightly embarrassed. “Can I… See your face now?” You asked shyly.

Kylo sat up, staring in your direction. “Are you sure?” He asked. His heart was beating rapidly both out of nerves and from the activity you had just done. You just nodded. Kylo sighed and lifted his hands up to remove his mask. His face came into your view: he was extremely handsome, more handsome than you ever imagined. Too handsome to be hiding his face under such a mask. His black hair was wavy and was slicked to his face with sweat and his brown eyes avoided your gaze.

“Hey, look at me,” you whispered, using your finger to direct his face to yours. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” was all he replied.

“Don’t worry about anything,” you cooed.

He gazed into your eyes and silence fell upon you once more. All that could be heard was both of your breathing echoing off the walls of the room. Eventually, Kylo spoke again. “I probably should have asked you this before but… you and Hux… Are you two together?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you couldn’t help but laugh slightly. You shook your head, “no. No we’re not.”

“You’re very close,” Kylo mumbled. His voice was deep without the modulator, you thought it was music to your ears before, but now it was a symphony.

“I’m his personal assistant, I have to be,” you chuckled.

“Be my personal assistant,” Kylo said quickly and without thinking. He didn’t even need a personal assistant, he just couldn’t bear the thought of you being around Hux more than him.

“I don’t know about that,” you grinned. “I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate very much with you around.” Kylo sighed but nodded his head in understanding. He wanted to attempt to persuade you, but he knew that you wouldn’t budge on the situation. You were comfortable where you were.

You stared at his lips as he thought deeply. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now. To seal your night with a passionate kiss, but you didn’t want to intrude. “Do you maybe want to do that again?” Kylo asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You smiled widely and nodded. “I’d very much like to do this again.”

Kylo smiled weakly at you and moved to dangle his long legs off the edge of the bed. “I should probably get back to my quarters.”

“No!” You said quickly, holding your hand out to his shoulder in an attempt to stop him from moving. “Stay with me tonight. I won’t tell anybody, I promise.”

“You really want me to stay here tonight?” He asked. You just nodded. “I guess I can stay,” he said, suddenly smiling at you.

“Come to sleep with me,” you said, tugging on his arm and pulling him under the covers next to your naked body. Kylo settled in beside you, wrapping his arm around your form. He placed a kiss on your temple as you closed your eyes. You were content in this moment and never wanted it to end.

“I like you alot Y/N,” Kylo muttered as you began to drift off to sleep.

“I like you too Kylo,” you mumbled, half asleep. Within seconds, you were snoring lightly which made Kylo chuckle slightly, being careful not to wake you. He hoped that you wouldn't regret this when you woke up next to him in the morning, that you meant what you said when you told him you wanted to do this again, but only time would tell. For now, Kylo closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep, possibly the best sleep he had had in a long time. Consequences be damned, he liked you and you liked him. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful.

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skyvaikers · 2 years

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padawan found [ bad batch ]

SUMMARY — the bad batch take in an injured jedi padawan

WARNINGS — gn!jedi!reader, order 66 mentions, angst

REQUESTED BY — anon

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EVERYTHING YOU’D KNOWN HAD GONE TO RUIN. your life, your master, and your precious jedi temple. the last thing you wanted to do was run, but you knew you had to. to save yourself.

you sought refuge — if that’s what you’d call it — on bracca. even though the planet displayed the bones of jedi cruisers, it provided at least some cover from the empire. that thinking was ironic, considering the empire was all over the planet, scavenging for parts and in the back of their minds, jedi.

fortunately for you, they hadn’t found you. you made a cruiser bridge your home. dangerous as that was, there wasn’t much else to do or go.

unfortunately for you, while you were finding the place, you fell and tore up your leg pretty badly. you tried to wrap it up, but you knew you’d need some form of stitching to officially heal your wound. because of that, you had a growing infection in your leg.

you were slumped against the control panel, trying not to let the fever overtake you. you exhaled slowly, attempting to control your breathing. you looked down at your lightsaber, which laid loosely in your hand. what used to be a symbol of peace was now a symbol of treason.

“commander?”

“you’re in violation of order 66,”

“MASTER!”

“RUN!”

it didn’t make sense to you. none of it did. those words forever haunted your mind, and those were the words that blared in your ears whenever you looked at your lightsaber, which to you, was now a symbol of failure.

a creak interrupted your thoughts. it was a lovely distraction from the throbbing pain in your leg. you slowly stood, bracing on the control panel. as you stood there, your breathing being the only thing you could hear, you started to hear voices. sure, voices carried once you were in a cruiser, but that’s the thing, once you were inside.

you grasped your lightsaber tightly in your hands. you told yourself you were ready for whatever threat has come to try and take you from the galaxy.

they came closer by the second. you didn’t want to ignite your saber, not wanting to fight anymore, but you didn’t want to die. as the voices drew nearer, you recognized them. they were clones. fear seeped into your chest as you ignited your lightsaber. you hated how the clones that were once your friends were now hunting you, and every time you ignited your saber against one you died a little inside.

“there’s someone in here!” a girl. she sounded young, but you didn’t recognize the voice. she was blonde and wearing a bright smile; what was she so happy about?

the others followed, and as the clones showed their faces, you raised your weapon.

“woah woah woah, kid, easy now,” you didn’t know which one spoke, but you assumed the one with his hands out. you watched as he carefully removed his helmet, revealing his face. adorned with a skull tattoo and a bandana, it somehow made you feel safer, but you still kept your lightsaber raised.

“we’re not gonna hurt you,” skull-tattoo spoke again. his voice was soft, like the clones she used to work alongside.

“i don’t believe you,” you whispered. you were terrified. why hadn’t they killed you yet? maybe you were going to be the empire’s next prisoner.

“i know, but we’re not like the others. we’ve had our chips removed,” skull-face spoke again. he seemed to be the leader, given how the rest of the men took off their helmets and followed his lead.

you clung onto the word ‘chips.’ you hadn’t heard of them, but based off of a rumor, it’s what made the clones turn against the jedi. three simple words rewrote everything the clones believed in.

hunter could see the gears turning in your head. maker he felt bad for you. he didn’t think there were any jedi left, but he was proven wrong. he wished he had the words to say to you, but he knew no matter what he said you were never going to trust him.

“my name is hunter, this is tech, echo, wrecker, omega, and rex.” hunter introduced, gesturing to the other members of the group. the one named rex looked normal, given his armor, but the way his face was twisted into a frown made her feel safe for some reason; rex knew things.

“y/n,” you nodded slowly. you deactivated your lightsaber, but didn’t clip it back to your belt.

“your leg,” the one with the goggles — tech — pointed out, “it’s bleeding,” his observation brought you back to reality, which was that you had a fever from how badly your cut was infected. you wobbled, your vision blurred as the adrenaline started to wear off but you stood your ground.

“sit down, kid, you need help,” rex spoke this time. you analyzed him as you sat down, not being able to hold yourself up for much longer.

“you were up the chain of command,” you observed as tech got to work on your leg.

“i was captain of the 501st,” he knelt down beside you.

“anakin skywalker’s battalion. you guys were legends,” you hissed as tech applied disinfectant on your cut.

“i guess you could say that,” rex shrugged. you could tell he was tired. you believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt you. you flicked your eyes to the others as they knelt around you, their eyes filled with exhaustion and even a hint of fear; they were on your side.

“i didn’t mean to threaten you,” you mumbled as tech wrapped up your leg.

“don’t apologize. if i was in your position i’d do the same thing, maybe more,” hunter sighed, “i’m sorry about…well, all of this,” he chuckled dryly.

“not your fault. the clones were pawns,” you grunted as the one called echo helped you up, “and unfortunately still being used as such,”

silence fell over the group as echo helped you out of the cruiser. you didn’t believe you’d be leaving that hell-hole, but it was definitely time for hope.

“thank you,” you called to the group.

“ah, don’t mention it! we love helping people,” wrecker laughed. you liked him. he’d lift your spirits.

“you don’t mind tagging along, do you?” hunter asked as he glanced back at you.

“i don’t mind at all,”

“it’d be nice to work alongside a jedi again,” echo spoke softly. you didn’t press his choice of words, you could sense he’d been through a lot like the others, but it seemed a little more sensitive. so, you smiled and nodded at him.

“like the good ol’ days,” you chuckled, even earning one from echo. like the good ol’ days.

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still not over order 66 SO here’s some hope in the midst of it! i hope this met what you had in mind anon! i’m not sure if i met the exact request but i did some platonic stuff with our fav boys + rex 🥰 anyways enjoy! and pls pls stay safe and healthy out there lovelies! as a reminder, requests are open!

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echoisbabe · 2 months

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Starved

Commander Wolffe x Reader

This is like after sex pollen? I’m not very good at writing smut so it basically hints at it. So nsfw?

Rushed ending because I’m exhausted and trying to write with a concussion is hard 🙃 hope everyone that reads enjoys and my request are open!

The mission had been a success, a wonderful experience until it wasn’t. You had never encountered such a powerful, yet deadly plant before. No text in the Jedi temple had prepared you for it. No amount of meditation could have prevented it, or help you understand. You wish a black hole could swallow you up but that isn’t likely to happen.

Walking the halls of the Triumphant felt like a task. With each sluggish step you took felt like you took two steps backwards, if that makes sense. Oh, nothing makes sense anymore. Your heart beats like a drum in your chest, but reminds you that you’re okay, you made it out alive. You had Wolffe to thank for that as well.

Wolffe had been the one to follow you into the jungle. You had been advised to wait for the guide to take you and the troopers back to the village but you were impatient. Why couldn’t you have just waited? What had been so important that you just had to go? Skipped right into the jungle like you knew everything.

You are partly glad it had been him and not one of the others. Partly because of your feelings for him, oh maker, your feelings for him had been amplified ten fold due to the effects of the plant. You had never seen him look so… so unsure, anxious even. He had stumbled towards you, his hands looked to have a shake in them.

“Wolffe, please” you remember the whine in your voice, the desperate tone laced with each word that came spilling from your mouth. His hands had cradled your face, his touch delicate but erupted a fire inside of you.

The sudden need for him, left him speechless. He stuttered over his word like all his training had gone within the instant he knew you were in trouble. You had confessed to everything, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In that moment it was him, he was the very thing that had breathed life into you. His touch awakening things that you had long forgotten.

Your door swooshing open brought you back to the present. You didn’t even remember putting the code in but you did. Once inside and the door had shut behind you, you begin to undress. Your body aches in ways it’s never ached before. Taking your time to get inside your refresher before pressing a few buttons and the water begins to rain down on you.

“I love you!” The words had clawed their way out from the deepest parts of you. You had crumbled in his arms begging for more, begging for him. He had been such a beautiful sight, one you can selfishly say is yours and yours alone.

However, you remember how your name had sounded coming from his mouth. How he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes had never left yours, its etched into your brain. You are sure it’ll be a lasting memory that you would revisit over and over again.

“Cyar’ika, oh maker, I love you” his words had been enough for you to come undone for him, and only him. He had been so gentle the first time but it wasn’t enough.

There’s a slight sting on your shoulder, and you bring your fingers to run over the surface of the mark. He had bitten you and a small smile forms on your lips. You didn’t even realize he done it. You are sure there are more marks littered along your body marks he had given you.

Once out of the refresher, you dress in your Jedi robes. You slowly sit on the floor. Trying to think of anything other than what had happened. You couldn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends. You close your eyes, two thoughts clouding your mind. One, you should apologize and two just forgetting the whole thing happened.

However, you can’t just forget. Your whole self had been laid out for him to see. Even sides of yourself you had not known had been shown to you. You have to face it.

Wolffe sit in his barracks, he had just finished washing himself up. He didn’t know how to tackle something like this. Should he go apologize? If he didn’t go after you then this would not have happened. Yet, perhaps someone else would have stumbled upon you, his jaw clenches at the thought of one of his brothers being the one to find you in such a state. He wouldn’t have been able to protect you.

He has already convinced himself that everything you had said and done was due to the plant. He couldn’t let what happened ruin his friendship with you. Unless it’s already ruined. He really hopes it’s not. He should have just talked you into letting him bring you back to the ship. He could have put you in a bacta tank.

“Please, I need you” your voice had been so desperate, his forehead rested on yours, he didn’t have much time to think properly, you were in pain. Your lips had been so soft against his, the kiss alone and unlocked every feeling he had for you.

Every noise you had made, every word you had uttered echos in his mind. He could never forget it. He would revisit the memory and it would still be fresh in his mind.

“I would leave the Jedi order, for you and only you” the look in your eyes, like you spoke the truth. He would leave all this behind and follow you anywhere. He could selfishly admit that he is yours and you are his and only his. He would give you everything and anything.

He had been in love you from the start, the moment he had met you he had been lost in you. He spent days and weeks trying to figure out how to be next to you. In the end all it took was a simple conversation that lead to you never wanting to leave his side.

“Don’t let me go, Wolffe” you had pleaded and he broke down every barrier “I love you, I love you” the words laced together leaving you both gripping on to each other, trying to get closer. Lips finding each others, bodies moving as one and his lips had found your shoulder, leaving a sloppy kiss before he barred his teeth and suck them into your soft skin.

His body had moves before he has an idea where he’s going. He’s in the hall, practically running. He shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. He should have stayed at your side. Helped you into your room, helped you clean yourself off from everything. He stands at your door, his finger pressing in the code and door swooshes open. You stand before him, eyes bloodshot, hair still dripping. Your mouth opens but he shakes his head. He steps into the room and pulls you into his arms.

You’re both apologizing. He leads you back over to the bed, he lays you down before climbing in beside you. Your head rests on his chest, his heart is pounding in his chest.

“Stay with me” you whisper as you lift yourself up to look at him “I don’t regret walking into that plant, I don’t regret what happened, you’re all I want” you press your forehead to his and his hand cup your cheeks “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he lifts up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

PAIRING: commander wolffe x afab!reader

SUMMARY: what is love, if not living through the fear of it all with someone? what is love, if not coming out on the other side, hand in hand?

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst upon angst. reader is pregnant, no mention of she/her pronouns, use of y/n. clones using mando'a terms.

NOTES: personally, i think this shit is juicyyyyyyyy like cannot reread it without screaming. i like it, just kinda felt like writing some angst and this was a topic i felt could suffice the angst gods??? i love wolffe so damn much i just be thinking abt him all the time

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Fear.

Fear had filled your veins with ice and had long since made its course throughout your bloodstream ten times over. Shock and plain confusion chased after it, hanging on its coattails as you stood outside of the medical clinic with eyes looking blindly.

As soon as the MD had spoken the words, it felt as if you’d shut down. They echoed in your ears, repeating over and over like a broken holorecord, and your body moved on its own. As you gave your signature at the end of the appointment, fingers swiping over the holopad screen with no intention, the words were deafening in their volume. As you walked down the corridor to leave, the nerves in your face buzzed in tune with the deep baritone of them. As you crossed the threshold of the building to the outside world, it almost felt like you were going to explode.

The hustle and bustle of the Coruscant streets and skies broke it.

Noise, life, had broken through the big thoughts and their big weight and it felt like air was entering your lungs once again. Eyes clearer, head quieter, you were still heavy as a breeze caressed your exposed arms.

Pregnant.

It was not like in the dramas that came on late night holonet, not romanticized and not attainable for the average person.

Well, that wasn’t the truth. You were not the average person, for they could and very well do have that moment; but not you. You had been one of the many people to go against the grain and actually fall in love with one of the Republic’s own soldiers.

Pregnant and alone. The breeze felt nice, you swayed on your feet to the lull as you gathered your senses again.

He would be back. When, you did not know, but he would. He always came back, always came home, but those moments in between were the hardest. When your home was empty save for you, when your bed was too big because someone was missing, when things got hard and you were on your own.

But he would be back. Commander Wolffe was a lot of things, but a liar was most certainly not one of them.

A father, however? You couldn’t say.

Your feet moved, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment with thoughts still reeling. He was timid, to be approached with caution, but he was a lover. You were possibly the only person in the galaxy who could truthfully say that, but it was something you really believed. He loved you, with everything he had to give, and he showed it by trying. He stepped out of his comfort zone, he learned, he grew, he listened. A man like Wolffe wouldn’t do anything half assed, and he wouldn’t give anything his full effort if it didn’t deserve it, and that’s how you knew your relationship would work.

It did work. Beautifully, as a matter of fact—you moved and lived as if you were made to be together, and perhaps you were. It felt like you were.

If it worked so well, then why were you so afraid?

To be alone was frightening. You were not really alone, he was out there somewhere; but he was not here. To not know what to do was frightening. You loved Wolffe with your whole heart and vice versa, but did he want a baby? Did he want to be a father, to bear the weight and responsibility parenthood brings? Did he want to be with you that way, tied together forever by another human, half of you both? It was a fear induced by the unknown of it all, the unfamiliarity of the path and the lack of support almost paralyzing.

It was also a fear of startling him.

He tried so hard, and you were so thankful, but it had taken so long. So, so long for him to open up, to freely breathe and speak. To trust you, Wolffe had needed time and that is what you gave him. Would this revelation rock that trust, undo that time and send him on his way? Would he cut the ties you had formed before he got in too deep?

Lightheaded. You took a deep breath, leaning against the wall beside you for a moment. Calm down, you told yourself. Panicking in the streets of the city wouldn’t give you the answers you needed, wouldn’t lessen the stress and worry tearing at every nerve in your body. It wouldn’t help, so it was not worth it. That’s what Wolffe would say, to clear his head—focus on the objective, and all things pertaining to it.

The walk home was neither long nor short, for your head was in the clouds again. You were present, but not entirely. People moved around you, and you paid them no mind, their conversations blending together as background noise while your thoughts attempted to order themselves. Your home is empty when you return, and though it wasn’t a surprise it still made tears prickle your eyes.

The dam was breaking. Hairline fractures were forming in the foundation that was holding you together, and seeing your apartment, your home together, empty and dark and without a trace of him almost released the flood. Breathing grew increasingly more difficult once again, and thoughts of reaching out just to be met with the void that was his absence only made it worse. You had to stop. You had to calm down, you had to try.

So you tried. You tried.

Wolffe hadn’t answered when you commed him, but you half expected that. You had forced him to turn on the message box and were glad he had listened. You drew in a deep breath before you began speaking, hoping to sound as normal as possible. “Hey, hope you’re doing okay. When you get a chance, could you give me a call? There’s…something big I need to talk to you about,” you trailed off, barely holding it together. You sniffled, and wiped your nose, snapping back. “Alright, love you, bye.”

You had failed. It was obvious something was wrong, your voice was shaky and weak and had even broken when you spoke your farewells. He always picked up on even the slightest shift in your composure, and you knew that your message read loud and clear that you were not okay. Worry crept in, worry that you would worry him while he was away, and guilt followed soon after. Your feelings were strong, and they were all over the place, and after you had done all you could in the moment you let yourself feel them.

You fell apart, and you knew that when he called back you’d do your best to pick up the pieces so you could figure it out.

-: ✧

Three weeks.

Three long weeks of sickness, mood swings, and sleepless nights.

Three long weeks with no call from Wolffe.

You were not there when he landed on Coruscant, when the troops that were successful in their endeavors returned, and that worried him. Surely you would have caught wind of their arrival, you were not the only one to have a lover, a friend, someone special in the army. Why had you not shown up?

He told himself not to be so stupid. Of course you hadn’t come. You had called him, had needed to tell him something with that broken voice and he had ignored it.

After returning from just another stint out in the midst of war, fear crept up on him like a monster in the shadows rearing its ugly head. It followed him all the way home, all the way up to the floor the apartment was on, and right through the front door.

You were there. You had to have been, for his home looked as lived in as ever. Relief, sweet and almost overwhelming, rushed over him. It pushed him through the doorway and into the living room, but he did not see you. “Cyare?” he called, setting his helmet down on the table closest to him. He heard the door to the fresher slide open, and only a few seconds later you emerged from around the corner.

His heart, as guarded as it was, belonged to you; and it broke when he caught sight of the state of you. Eyes puffy and red, tear stained cheeks and cracked lips, hair tangled and messy. Wrinkled and sweat stained clothes cover your slightly trembling body as you wipe your face upon seeing him.

He’s worried. You’re worried. You’re both tired. You’re both sweaty and exhausted, and scared out of your minds.

“Cyare, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Did you not get my message?” you question instead, and your voice is gravelly and quiet. The lack of the usual melody that was you was like a stab wound to the chest.

He didn’t know what to say at first, because he knew saying the answer out loud wouldn’t make you feel any better, so he grunted in response. But your face never changed, still stony and devastating and he knew he had to say it. “I—” he started, but seemed to choke on the words and had to take a deep breath. “I was going to call back, but I…got afraid.”

Oh no. Dread, once again, weighed heavy on you as it showered down your body, trickling slowly and touching every part of you. “Afraid?” you wheezed through heavy breaths.

“Of…of what it was you wanted to talk about. I—” he shook his head. “I was afraid you had met someone else, that you were gonna pack up your things and take off while I was gone and I just…couldn’t.”

You stared at him. Long and hard, your eyes didn’t leave him. While you were stewing, killing yourself with fear and worry, so was he. You could have laughed, as cruel a joke it was.

“Wolffe,” you whispered, tears returning once again. “Wolffe, I’m pregnant.”

It was then his turn to stare, to not say anything as your words hit him. He was never an open book, but he was giving nothing with the blank look on his face and it hurt. Waiting all this time had hurt, waiting for him to react hurt.

“Please,” you begged, “say something.”

“You…you’ve been pregnant for well over three weeks,” he whispered, pain causing a quiver in his words. “And I didn’t even know. I wasn’t even here.”

Guilt, as potent and as painful as ever, drenched his words and covered his face. The urge to ease said guilt was immediate, body acting on its own as your hand reached out for him. “Wolffe—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted, pushing your hand away as he turned, refusing to even look at you. It hurt, it hurt so bad you didn’t even know how you were still standing, and yet you were. Standing there, eyes full of tears staring at the back of his head as he reached up and roughly swiped a hand down his face. “Y/N, I am…I am so sorry,” he took a deep, shuddering breath. “I am so sorry that I wasn’t more careful, because you deserve more than this.”

“No,” you shot out immediately. “Don’t—don’t talk like that,” you gasped out. You were crying, you were yelling, you were terrified. “I have been scared out of my mind this whole time, Wolffe! The entire time I was worrying myself to an early grave, and I was alone! And—and I did it because I fucking love you!”

He was looking at you now, arms down by his side and lips pursed. You didn’t stop to wonder what he was thinking about, the words leaving you in a loud ramble that had been stifled for far too long. This confession had been bottled up too tightly through the fear of it all, and now the top was blowing off.

“Do you really think I would be here alone if I didn’t love you? If I didn’t want you?” Your face was scrunched up, emotion having you in a vice grip as he listened. “Wolffe, do you think I haven’t thought about what this means? I’ve had three weeks to think about what I’m gonna have to do when you’re gone, three whole weeks to worry about it all! So don’t you dare,” you pointed a finger at him, taking a step closer, “come home and talk to me like you’re backing out for my sake.”

“Y/N—” he rasped your name softly, but you didn’t give him the chance to say anything more. You weren’t done, and you knew if you stopped those words would never be spoken, so you pushed on through. Your throat raw, words rough and jumbled together, you continued.

“I am so fucking scared,” you whispered, shoulders shaking as sobs managed to sneak through your words, “that you are going to leave me. But you do not get to blame it on me, shove that weight onto me to make it easier for you.”

“Y/N, it’s not like that,” he shook his head. “But you know me. I was made for one thing, and no child should have to deal with that thing.” He reached out, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly. “I can’t give you the life that you both deserve, I can’t be that man that’s good enough for this.”

The words you whispered brought tears to his eyes, broke down every wall the soldier had ever built in his entire life. “You’re the only man I know that’s good enough for our lives.”

Lives.

Plural, more than one.

You were not just you anymore. It was you and baby, connected in the most personal way. It was the first time you’d said anything like that out loud, actually brought it into the open to be heard.

“Knowing that you are who you are is what makes it worth it,” you continued, pulling one hand out of his grasp to instead place it on his cheek; a gesture made in the very name of tenderness, for you were no longer angry nor yelling. You were confessing, pouring out heart and soul to the only person you trusted. “Wolffe, you are the best man I know. You are not a liar, you are not a quitter, and you are not a coward. You are loyal, you are brave, and you are a lover. Part…part of what got me through these last few weeks was the fact that I never doubted you’d come home, because you told me you’d always come home. I believed you, and I haven’t had a reason not to ever since.”

Your hand slid from his cheek down to the side of his neck, eyes dropping for a moment. “I—I thought you might walk away, at least a part of me did. That you’d come back like you said, find out and get scared off,” your words got thicker, harder to get out as you began to cry again. “You have tried so hard for me, and you have done so amazing, Wolffe, I promise, but I thought this would be too much. That…that you’d cut me off before you got in too deep, and I’m so sorry to doubt you like that,” you shook your head at the look on his face.

“C—Cyare,” he gasped out, choking on a sob that was never meant to show itself. “I am so sorry that you were alone, and afraid, because of me. You,” he grabbed your face with both hands, cradling you gently as he looked at you with all the fear, love, and pain only a man who was in it for the long run could experience, “you are only light in this galaxy that matters, and it has scared me every day since I met you. But I don’t think there's a force out there that could make me walk away from you, because I am yours. If—if loving you means that I am a lover then you’re right, because I love you, Y/N, with everything I have. I will always come home, and I will never quit fighting for the life that you deserve…that you both deserve.” He cleared his throat, lowering his head for a moment before he looked at you again.

“The Kaminoans never taught us what love was, we weren’t supposed to know that emotion, but I have learned it. From my brothers, General Plo, and you, Cyare; and to me, love is being afraid and doing it anyway. Love is easy and not all at the same time, and that’s how it’s meant to be. If I walked away from you after this, then that means I haven’t learned a kriffing thing.”

It had been scary. It had been tough. It had been emotional.

But it had been worth it. Waiting had been worth it. Wolffe had been worth it. You loved him more than life itself, and now you knew that he felt the same. Together, through the fear of it all, you would love your baby.

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