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Febuwhump Day 17: Silent Tears

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Clone Wars

Warning: Character death

   Obi-wan had done all he could. When General Grievous showed his face he knew his day was about to get worse; everyone's day was about to get worse.

    Grievous showed no mercy. He grabbed a nearby clone and turned around. As the Jedi pulled his lightsaber from the ground the clone whispered a quiet help. Kenobi met the separatists eyes and in a split of a second the clones skull was crushed in. Blood splatter against the Jedi. Anger festered in Obi-wan's heart. Blinding guilt led his next movements as the clone fell to the ground. He would later learn that the soldier's name was Robin and that in Cody's words a shiny. His first battle became his last.

    The blood stained. Once back on The Negotiator the Jedi scrubbed at his face and hands. It wouldn't come off. When the battle had ended Obi-wan had taken Robin's body to the burial ground for the battle. Staring at his hands, now colored slightly lighter then the crimson blood that had covered them, he rubbed the rag harder and harder until his hand hurt. He found it ironic as in his eyes Robin's blood was on his hands. It was his fault.

    Obi-wan gave up on his hands and desperately tried to clean his face. The splatter pattern made him shake. His skin became irritated as the rag dug into it. At the realization the evidence of his failure would have to fade the man through the cloth to the ground.

    Memories like this never came at convenient times. It simply didn't matter to your brain where you were. Silent tears ran down Kenobi's cheeks as the council meeting went on. No one noticed until they looked to him for his input.

    The man's eyes were rested on the ground; his legs were folded in the chair with him. The only movement other than the tears was his hands harshly yet barely being rubbed together.

    The room was silent. "Master Kenobi?" Depa Balaba spoke. No answer.

    "Master Kenobi are you alright?" A different Jedi master asked.

    This time Obi-wan heard them. He looked up. "Oh yes. Why?" His voice was shaky.

    "Crying you are."

    "I am?" He raised an arm and brushed a finger under his eye. "Oh it appears I am." The Jedi attempted to chuckle to ease the tension. He cleared the tears from his face and tried to calm himself.

    Plo Koon stood and walked over to Obi-wan. "What's going on?" He whispered.

    "I'm alright really. Thank you Plo." He sighed and nodded, signaling Plo to go back to his seat. "My apologies. What are we talking about?"

    The room was covered with concerned faces. Slowly Mace Windu gave Obi-wan a brief explanation of what the group had been talking about. After adding his opinion the general asked if he could step out for a moment. The grand master nodded and he excused himself.

    When he walked back in no one could tell anything happened. Most came to the conclusion that the problem had something to do with the blood stains that painted his face and hands.

    Silent and not silent tears became more and more common in the safety of the counsel room. As the weight of war crushed the masters they cracked more and more during meetings. Sometimes simple words triggered the memories and sometimes no one knew what happened. Most were friends and tried to help each other. Meetings were inconvenient for metal breakdowns but a safe place was a safe place. No one judged as they knew the horrors of war well. The Jedi were born to be peace keepers; born to be companionate. Now the lead soldiers into battle. Their hearts were breaking and their tears showed the irreversible damage that had been done.

Febuwhump Day 18: Can't stay awake

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

Warning: This story deals heavily with graphic depictions of suicide and self harm. Please proceed with caution.

This is what he wanted right? The blood that spiled from his wrist started to make him dizzy. Tech was tired of feeling ostracized by the regs, by his brother's. No one seemed to understand him. Sure he expressed things differently and sure he didn't

always know when or what to say but the man did his best.

    Not only was he done with people he was done with the war. The sights he'd seen through his googles frightened him. The blood, tears, the evil, and the lack of empathy was something no amount of training could properly prepare you for.

    Was this what he wanted? It's what the regs wanted. They never failed to let Tech know he was less than them, that he'd be better off dead. His eyes fluttered. At first he didn't agree but as time went on the regs words started to sting. When they no longer stung they burned into his mind and heart. Physical fights became waiting out the storm and taking care of himself later.

    Tech knew the signs and saw them in himself. He thought of telling his brother but in the end decided he'd deal with it on his own. When the man started to think more seriously of killing himself and of harming himself he knew it was time to tell them. Every time he tried his throat closed and tears welled. At the end he walked away to try again another day.

    The first time he gave into the thoughts saying he deserved to bleed, deserved the horrors of what the regs and what the war did to him; the blade calmed his mind in a way unexpected. From then on though he knew it was unhealthy and a problem, he didn't really care.

    Tech started caring less about his safety. This stressed Hunter out as he started seeing the signs as well. The sergeant wasn't sure what to do so he just watched him carefully.

    Now four neatly folded notes laid at the end of his bunk. The others had gone to the mess hall for dinner.

    Was this what he truly wanted? What about the brothers he had written to? Would they be okay? None of them really knew what was going on in his head, hell Echo hadn't seen him any other way than he was now, but all had done their best to help him. He pushed them away.

    No this wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to feel better. If he died he wouldn't feel better, he wouldn't feel anything. Now he tried to fight against the looming tiredness that hung over him. Tech just had to last until his brothers returned. What would they think? That doesn't matter.

    "I think I'm gonna go back to our barracks, I'm not really hungry" Echo excused himself.

    In the barracks Tech's breathing slowed. He couldn't stay awake. If he succumbed to the exhaustion it was all over. His eyelids felt heavy as they tried to shut out the world for good. The clone was already curled up. He inched one of his hands down to the worse of the two wrists. It would only help a little for he could put much pressure on it.

    Tech's comm sat on the table closest to the bed. He wanted to reach for it but couldn't muster the energy to. Next it the comm sat the piece of shrapnel that he used to make the lacerations. Finding blades with no heat element to them was difficult so Tech got... Creative. Next to the comm and sharapnal rested his blaster and broken googles.

    The clones breaking point was when Kitty broke them. Kitty hatted the batch and for no good reason. He was an angry man and the batch seemed to be his favorite target. The four never provoked him. Echo got rapped into his torment when he joined the family. Breaking the googles felt simbolic. The shatter of the glass to the shatter of his hope, the breaking of his heart and brain.

    Echo walked though the halls. Something felt wrong. Without realizing it his pace quickened. Arriving at the room he opened the door and greeted Tech. Brown eyes landed to the notes at the end of the bed. From the bed they drifted to his brother, then to the table. Broken googles and bloody shrapnel confirmed Echo's suspicions. He ran to the others side and pushed him to his back.

    Something was going on. Tech saw a face. Slowly he relieved who it was. "Stay with me Tech alright." He spoke softly. Echo had seen this before. Suicide wasn't exactly uncommon for soldiers. Now he just had to keep him alive. Rather Tech liked it or not.

    Tech tried to nod. He wanted to answer Echo. He wanted to get to know Echo. With the little coherent thoughts he could have he regretted his decision to let it get this far.

    "I know it's hard but try to stay awake Tech. You're gonna be okay." Echo grabbed his own blanket quickly and pressed it against the cuts.

    The world was fading. Echo's comforting voice was starting to be drowned out by silence and his eyelids finally won and closed.

    Echo kept an eye on the others pulse. It was weak but it was there. Medics would arrive and take the injured to the medic bay.

    Now to inform his brothers. They were still in the mess hall. He sat down. Hunter immediately noted the blood on Echo's hand. "What happened?" Concern laced the man's voice.

    He looked at the three. He had all of their attention. Worry grew on their faces. "Tech tried to kill himself. He's in the medical bay. It's not looking good."

    Tears formed in Wrecker's eyes. "What?" He muttered.

    "What's wrong sad batch?" Kitty antagonized.

    Crosshair stood. He walked over to the bully, "If he dies you're next!" Wrecker snatched Crosshair and the four walked to the medical bay.

    When Tech would wake he found his family surrounding him, faces panted with worry. What does he tell them? How does he explain everything?

    "Hey Tech." Hunter softly smiled. Tech returned the sentiment. The four had been informed of the numerous other scars that littered his body. They mixed with war injuries. Well both were war injuries, one a war against the separatists and one a war against himself.

    "Why didn't you tell us?" Hearing Crosshair sound so soft calmed and spooked Tech.

    "I.. I didn't know how." His voice came out shaky and quiet.

    The family talked for a while before letting Tech get some rest. They would help him through the battle with his mind and when rummers flew about what happened they defended him. All of them would make it through this. Together.

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Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Summary: "Kylo was nothing if not a sadist,"

Warnings: Language, WarPrisoner!Reader, Toxicity, Weaponizing Hux, Humiliation, God Complex, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smut +18 (Minors DNIA, DEAD DOVE FIC, Dark fic, Sadism, Masochism, Inexperienced!Kylo, Ownership Kink, Dry humping, Forced sex, Spitting, CNC, Dubious Consent, Massive Degradation Kink, Inappropriate Use of Force, Choking Kink, Size Kink, Impact Play, Groping, Breast Play, Premature Orgasm, Controlled Orgasm, Dom/Sub themes, Dom!Kylo, Sub!Reader, Brat Tamer!Kylo,;Bratty!Reader, Slight!Exhibition Kink, Humiliation Kink, Inappropriate Mind Reading, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Mentions of Rape, Fingering, Rough Sex, Dacryphilia, Gagging, Subspace.

Do not read this if you're incredibly sensitive to violent imagery. If this doesn't make sense don't say anything or i'll cry <3

As Hux walks diligently ahead of you, you could not tell by his tense shoulders and his palms clasped behind his back that he was following the duties of a madman.

While he escorts you, Hux thinks back to his slip-up with Ren.

The way he shouldn't have mentioned your name in a comprehensive report about the overall running of the Starkiller. The way he should've known how dangerous Kylo is when it comes to anyone taking even the vaguest of interest in playing with his toys.

"Despite having the accolades of an established pilot for the resistance," Hux had said moments earlier when Kylo was pacing up and down his private chamber, "Your prisoner refuses to put any of her skills to use aboard the Starkiller. She's essentially useless dark matter," He uttered his words rather clumsily. As if forgetting he was reporting to a beastly excuse of a man.

Hux only realises his mistake when Kylo stops his various pacing to turn slightly. His unmasked head tilts to the side as he advances on Hux in a low, large gait. Everything about the boy being so unnaturally large.

"My prisoner?" He steps closer, "Or the First Order's?"

Kylo's laugh appears unnatural without the mask. Not any less intimidating but certainly, frighteningly human.

"You act as if my will is not synonymous with that of the First Order, general," Kylo's blood runs fucking cold at the thought, "You insinuate that I keep her here out of my own free will,"

"Well, we all know how much a boy fancies his toys," Hux's degradation causes Kylo's Adam's apple to bob and a deep frown settles over the boy’s face. Whatever weakness Hux was accusing him of, it rattled the foundations of his already fragile ego and Hux smirked.

"Go tell her I wanna see her," the first command left Kylo's lips in a fairly controlled and monotonous manner. The second however... "FUCKING NOW!"

Robotic inclination bleeds from the mask of the stormtroopers “Yes Sir-”

Without sparing the stormtroopers so much as a single glance, Kylo spat, "Not you, fucking degenerates," Kylo stares Hux down as he steps towards him. His voice is ice cold. "I want you to summon her," he takes immense pleasure in the way Hux's smile drops.

Kylo has observed the glances Hux throws your way and it makes his fucking stomach turn. He's seen the uncomfortable leering and the lecherous thoughts. Kylo was nothing if not a sadist. Humiliating Hux using the object of his desires.

He wants you and that makes Kylo want you even more... Violently so

"Where are you taking me?"

You could feel the rest of the crew watching your every movement as you trailed behind General Hux like you were compelled to do so by some unseen leather leash. You cannot help but feel as though you have done something very bad and very naughty.

You try to rid yourself of these thoughts immediately.

Perhaps he was taking you to see the vermin underneath the mask.

That thought should not sprout such a deep desire within you. Kylo was your captor and yet, he fascinated you more than anything ever could.

"At least slow the fuck down," You breath out, trying by all means to evade all eye contact with curious onlookers.While you walk you try to keep your head high and appear unaffected by their piercing glares. Every stormtrooper, navigator, pilot- even down to the measly technicians all keep their eyes trained on you and you glare back. Leering your head forward with narrowed eyes because being held captive on the Starkiller was punishment enough. You would never allow yourself to be intimidated by the judgemental stares.

"Do you ever plan on disclosing our destina-"

You're interrupted by a sharp and loud hiss before two doors part. Your eyebrows furrow before you're dragged into the chamber, quite literally against your will. You did not wish to get acquainted with any more rooms on the Starkiller. Hoping that one of your comrades in the resistance might have saved you long before you ever had to make this ship your dwelling place. But you've only crawled deeper into the Starkiller's core and you find yourself here, standing before him in his black cowl with his hands clasped behind his back.

The room is as lifeless as the rest of the vessel. The bed, colourless and hard. The only signs of vibrance is the east window depicting a slab of stars in hyperspace.

"I am told you've made yourself fiercely unlikable in the flight deck.” Kylo says, completely ignoring your slightly shocked experience at seeing him without his helmet.

“That's what this is then?” You turn briefly to make eye contact with Hux before turning to Kylo with one arched brow, “I'm being scolded now?”

“You're insolent when given any orders,” he oaces before you while Hux stands behind you by the door, “You disobey at every given turn and you're resistant. Vexingly so.”

“How clever of you, it seems as though you'd only just discovered a key characteristic from a member of the resistance.” You say with a smirk, “Clever, Clever boy."

“It's that mouth of yours that's gonna get your head slain from your very shoulders.” Kylo advances you like a midnight storm and you fight to stand your ground.

“I have grown terribly bored of this place,” You say, “Perhaps even death might be more eventful then whatever you are, Kylo.”

Before Hux is able to make his escape Kylo grabs at your throat, encircling his hand around your skin like a vice until he is forcing you to look at Hux ahead of you.

"This is what you want?" He isn't speaking to you but to Hux, pushing your cheeks together in a painful display of humiliation. "This is what's been plaguing that mind of yours-"

"I've no time for this-"

The very last thing Hux is able to see before he leaves Kylo's quarters, is your frightened eyes and Kylo looming behind you. A mere mouse being imprisoned by a God.

You make the mistake of thinking that Hux's absence might soften Kylo's resolve, but your time as his captive should have let you know that there was nothing soft about this man. Nothing at all.

"You should be grateful, you know that?" His lips graze your head and you're suddenly hyper aware of his proximity.

You're hyper aware of the closed metal doors that were probably being guarded by a pair of heavily armed stormtroopers. There is no escaping the clutches of this monster behind you.

And yet; you still find yourself scoffing, "I should be grateful?" You ask, hoping to assimilate every shred of confidence you had left, "I should be grateful to be your prisoner-" you wince when his grip on your jaw tightens and he's wrenching your face until you're craning your neck backwards to face him.

Large, looming, and completely fucking livid.

"You should be grateful that you're still fucking breathing, you brat-"

And then, a very strange thing occurs.

Since the moment Kylo had wrangled you off your home planet, you had sworn to be nothing but defiant. In honour of everything you stood for, you would never let him see you weak and yet here you are, carelessly allowing the faintest of whimpers to slip through quivering lips.

The sound confuses Kylo initially. In fact, he cranes your head back further, not caring whether you were comfortable or not as he bends down, appearing to inspect your mouth for that peculiar sound further. He squeezes your cheeks lightly, prodding the round tissues of fat as if fervently trying to search for whatever button might allow for that little sound to spill from your lips again.

"How completely and utterly curious-"

"You're fucking hurting my neck-" the fire returns and with it, comes your will to wrench your face out of his grip. You're only able to get free because he lets you and you know this.

"What..." Kylo bends even lower towards you and you turn your head to face the blank wall ahead of you. Evading eye contact with this man was nothing if not crucial. "What was that sound you just made-"

"It appears as though hearing nothing but the cries of utter doom and damnation has defamiliarized you to the sound of pleasure, Ren-"

Your breath is wiped clean from your throat not even a second later when you steal a look downwards at a gloved hand interlocking itself around your throat once more. Seemingly his favourite place.

"All the praises that could fall from your mouth..." Kylo drawls before pressing himself firmly against your backside, "All that you could say to worship the hand that feeds you and you still choose to be insolent-"

You try to escape his death grip but he doesn't let you out this time around. All you can do is be thankful that he had the decency to allow you to breathe.

"That's all you fucking know how to do right," Kylo's lips are at your ear and your knees buckle. "Insolence. Insolence. Insolence." Your legs give out, but before you're able to topple to the ground in a puddle of your own lustful perversions, his other hand curls around your waist, keeping you firmly pressed against his front.

“Today's the day you fucking obey," he whispers, "Understand?"

"I-I-”

Kylo is not sure how he does it, or why he does it, or where he got the understanding to do it, but his hand makes its very slow descent from your collarbone, to the spot right above your pillowy breasts. Clad in nothing but your knee length tunic, a garment stitched with fibres indigenous to your homeplanet, you suddenly feel incredibly naked and incredibly exposed. What was once an act of rebellion, is now your undoing.

"There is a way to make you disobey isn't there?" You can hear him becoming excited. "Every cattle has their price. What's yours?" Before you're able to turn and possibly beg for some sort of mercy, he's already in there. The stuff Kylo sees digging around in your mind, is enough to have him staring off into hyperspace. His eyes are trained on nothing at all as he rapes your most memories and most private desires. All while drawing you impossibly closer, until his mouth was buried in your hair and his hand was closing around your left breast. You squirm underneath him until finally, he's released from your stupor.

You did not dare turn around to look at him, in fear of seeing his dark eyes dilated with enlightenment.

"How barbaric." He whispers. "That's what I have to do in order to get you to listen to me,"

"I-I don't know what you're-"

"Open your mouth." Before you're ever able to interject even a single word, Kylo's hand is digging into the skin of your jaw, "Do I have to do it for you- open your mouth-" He wrenches your mouth open and cranes your neck back once more.

"That's it," You're absolutely frightened to see the violence that has darkened those irises. This is the look that's shielded behind the mask during times of battle. This is that look no one got to see.

Yet here you were.

"You're so fucking filthy, you know that?" You're nodding before your brain is aware of it, "You're a filthy, perverted little creature," one by one, your inhibitions slipped away from you until you could feel yourself become completely and utterly dumb for him. Your mind becomes a tabula rasa as Kylo bends his heavy frame downwards, spitting directly into your open mouth. There it is. That whimper he wanted to hear so badly.

You're not even aware of his hand reaching around your front until he's parting your legs with determination. "Is this where you want me?" Your mouth hangs open and you look up at him glassy doe eyes as he cups your drenched heat. Kylo locks his full lips and presses his front impossibly closer to your backside. "This whole time I've needed to get you in line, and the answers been here this whole fucking time?" A gloved hand swipes your underwear to the side and the wind is completely knocked out of you when Kylo pushes his fingers in immediately. He fucks his fingers into you with zero restraint and zero preparation, and the roughness has your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your skull as you grow limp in his grip. Lucky for you he's so large, lucky for you he might as well be a stone wall behind you, letting you lean against him with your long legs spread wide for his absolute assault.

"Look at me." He says, holding you against him by your throat while his index and middle finger violate your soaking cunt. Despite his orders you're still a drunken, blundering mess with half lidded eyes, promising to keep you locked away in your pleasure.

"If you don't fucking look at me, I'll stop and you'll suffer." He squeezes your clit quite painfully, immediately bringing you out of hedonistic stupor-

"FUCK- WHAT THE FUCK-"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, with a note of cockiness that had your brows furrowing.

"Are you stupid?! Of course I don-" before the curse could even escape your mouth in its entirety, Kylo's blocking out your airways. You fight to scratch at his gloved grip around your throat but his grip is fucking metallic.

"Look at how docile you look when you're not running your mouth,"

Your insides were screaming for oxygen, yet your hips rut against his hand. Kylo slyly adds a third finger inside your slippery cunt. "What a whore," he whispers, causing you to fuck forward against his hand, nearly humping yourself to completion as the blood flow to your brain seems to stop completely. You need oxygen and you need to cum. You just don't know which you need more.

"You're nothing but fucking filth-"

Your mouth opens to let a moan escape but it never does, and Kylo watches your struggle with a pained expression of his own.

"F-Fuck, I've never seen anything so vile-"

You were slipping. Whether it was into unconsciousness or an orgasm you couldn't tell. "If you pass out I will fuck you," he whispers, "There's not fucking escaping me-"

And in that very moment, Kylo unlocks the invisible grip on your airways and suddenly you can breathe and cum. Almost immediately you're slipping into a violent, damn near supernatural orgasm that has you seeing every star in the known galaxy.

"F-FUCK- oh my-" You're rutting against his hand, tongue lolling out all while Kylo continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

"That's it," He whispers, "Cum for me, you useless fucking whore-" Every vile sliver of degradation causes a fresh wave of pleasure to roll through you until the first droplets of tears are rolling down your cheek.

"Don't fucking do that," he whispers, pulling you closer than ever, "Don't fucking do that unless you want me to fuck you right now-"

He watches the tears roll down your face and absolutely loses it. Now suddenly aware of his own cock aching in his pants.

"K-Kylo please-" You try to push his hand out of you but to no avail. "It's too much-"

But his eyes are shut, and your body is overcome by wave after wave of electrifying shivers. The pleasure quickly bleeds into the pain of being so heavily overstimulated but Kylo is lost in his own world now. He clutches you impossibly closer, mumering obscenities into your hair as he ruts against your ass and you fucking pray for it to be over. Your pussy is fucking spent and yet he's still keeping his hand there, as if driven by his own need to cum.

"You stupid fucking slut- look what you made me do-" He's rutting against your ass, eyes squeezed shut as his hips stutter, "F-Fuck-" the whimper that breaks his voice is utterly intoxicating and you find yourself slipping into another dry orgasm as Kylo pushes against you, cumming in his pants with various expletives falling from his pillowy lips. When your orgasm falls you beg him to let go of you and when he does, you topple to the floor.

Never in your life have you felt so weak. So spent. So utterly used.

Kylo does not spare you a glance when he turns around. "This is where you will reside from now on," he says with finality. Careful to let his voice relay how utterly broken he feels. Just as broken as you.

New Fic:

Yorsha fic (one-shot)!

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category:

F/M

Fandoms:

Star Wars - All Media Types

Star Wars: The Acolyte (TV)

Relationships:

Yord Fandar/Osha Aniseya

Osha Aniseya & Yord Fandar

Osha Aniseya & Sol the Jedi

Yord Fandar & Sol the Jedi

Characters:

Yord Fandar

Osha Aniseya

Sol the Jedi (Star Wars)

Original Medic Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Post-Canon

Canon-Typical Violence

Yord is touched starved you cannot change my mind

Osha is a sweetheart and needs to be protected at all cost

Blaster Wounds (Star Wars)

Fluff and Angst

Light Angst

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Hurt/Comfort

Yord Fandar is down bad for Osha it's actually painful

Sol better not die next episode because I swear to God-

Idiots in Love

How Do I Tag

i love them your honor

Canon What Canon

Timeline What Timeline

delulu hours

THE CIRCUS IS BACK IN TOWN BABY

OTP Feels

Yord's got the Jedi code so far up his a$$ every time he bends over

he squeaks out precepts of the code

laces clown shoes on

No beta reader we trust Bazil

Or whatever the lil furry guy's name was

Language: English

Reminder that the Yorsha server (Yord/Osha) server is up and running!! Shoot @zorosnavigator or me @maul-of-shame a dm to get an invite!!💛

Tomorrow.

Pairing: Rey x Reader

Word count: ~540

Warnings: discussion of being shot and its side effects, death

Summary: Rey has gotten used to the fact that casualties are a given in any war. She just wasn't ready for you to be one of them.

a/n: oops

A blaster shot slices through your torso, singing your skin like a red-hot poker. You cry out, and your own blaster clatters to the mossy ground as your vision goes spotty. Fuck, it hurts - there’s air moving through the wound, ripping through layers of sinew and muscle.

Stumbling, you make your way into the forest, eventually collapsing to the ground.

You tilt your head up to the canopy of trees that stretches forever and ever above your head. It makes you feel so small, so insignificant. It’s weirdly comforting.

You choose to not think about how colors begin to warp and smear around you like some kind of sick kaleidoscopic vision.

From her post at a nearby blast door, Rey sees you run into the forest, clutching a hand to your side. Her stomach drops.

No.

She races after you, frantic, throwing aside any trooper who dares to get in her way. They fly back against the trees, their necks snapping as they hit the firm trunks with a loud crack.

“Y/N!” she screams, sprinting through the cluster of foliage and branches.

“Rey?” you call out as loud as you can, swallowing thickly as blood fills the back of your throat. She follows your voice, eventually finding you tucked between two thick trunks that seem to extend for miles into the sky. Falling to her knees beside you, she gathers you in her arms, cradling your head with a shaking hand.

“Heyheyhey, look at me, ok? Just look at me.” You do as she says, and glance up, your eyes finding hers, filled with tears. An overwhelming feeling of guilt surges in your chest. You don’t want to leave her like this.

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” she murmurs, looking for anything she can use to pack your wound. “You’ll be ok. We’ll be ok.”

“Rey,” you say, a pained look on your face. She furrows her brows, fervently shaking her head as she begins to tear off a piece of her tunic.

“No, we’ll- you’ll be fine, I can-”

“Rey,” you say again, your tone pained but firm. She looks back at you, lips trembling.

“Please. I can’t lose you.” There it is again, that guilt. Your mouth contorts as you try to hold back tears.

You bring a blood-smeared palm to her cheek and rest it there, your touch gentle as a gust of warm summer air. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” you say quietly. “Have I ever told you that?”

She lets out a strangled sob. “Y/N...”

“And I know-” you grit your teeth as another jolt of pain racks through your body. “-that this isn’t the best time, but...I don’t think there’ll be-”

“Stop,” Rey breathes. “Just...tell me tomorrow, ok? We can take the Falcon out to that beach planet, the one you like. Tell me then.” You nod tightly, shifting slightly so your head is in the crook of her elbow.

“Tomorrow, then,” you say, words slurring. She nods tearfully, brushing your hair away from your face. You lean into the touch, sighing. Your eyelids close.

“Tomorrow,” she says, and you go limp in her arms.

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Daisies

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)

Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this

Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.

A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.

You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, leaned over the sink, blood dripping from your cracked lips.

You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.

Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.

At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.

But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.

Leia could too.

She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concern written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and just let you be.

But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.

To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.

Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.

You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.

But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.

Because you knew he felt the same way.

Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.

And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.

It was killing you. In more ways than one.

“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.

“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”

You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?

“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”

You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.

“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”

“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”

“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.

“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”

Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”

“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”

“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.

“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”

Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.

She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.

It happened on a Tuesday.

You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.

Poe found you.

You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.

But things never really did go your way, did they?

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Just Today

Pairing: Finn x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Periods, cramps, etc.

Summary: Finn finds out about periods and goes a little crazy gets a bit overprotective

a/n: guess who's been glued to her bed with a heating pad for the last two days *screams internally* (also sorry for any typos it's 4am and i'm not gonna beta read bc i'm t i r e d)

Out of all the days, it had to be today.

You woke up feeling fine, but almost as soon as you stepped into the shower and saw blood running down your leg, you knew to brace yourself for the symptoms sure to wreak havoc on you as the day progressed.

Sighing, you pull on a looser pair of pants and a softer jacket, knowing you'll thank yourself for it later as you quickly tame your hair and slip out of your quarters into the bustling hallway, getting swept along with the flow of the base.

You head for the mess hall, a smile of relief breaking across your face when you spot Rey and Poe sitting at a table. You make a beeline for them, flopping into a seat beside the scavenger and burying your face in her shoulder.

"You too?" she asks, and you mutter a jumbled confirmation into her sweater, along with some choice swear words that make Poe chuckle. You and Rey's cycles tend to run similarly since you spend so much time together. It's nice to have someone to empathize with you when it feels like your insides are being blended into a smoothie.

She sighs, wrapping an arm around you.

"I'll be right back," Poe says, getting up from his seat and walking off to somewhere in the mess hall.

He returns a few minutes later, tapping your arm as he sits down. You look up, and he smiles warmly as he slides a paper cup across the table to you. You take it, confusion turning to pure bliss as you realize he's brought you hot chocolate.

"Thanks, Poe," you say, smiling at him as you sip at the drink, savoring the sweet taste.

"No problem," he says, nodding. "Oh, look who it is."

"Morning, everyone," Finn says, sitting down to your left. You look over at him, beaming. "Hi, honey," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning," you reply with a warm smile.

Poe gags.

"I've got to go bedazzle my trash can," he says, pretending to throw up as he walks away.

"He's so immature," Rey chides, laughing slightly. "I'll let you guys have some alone time. Y/n, let me know if you need any meds or a heating pack, okay? I've got plenty in my quarters."

"Thanks, Rey," you call after her as she walks to dispose of her breakfast dishes. She shoots you a smile over her shoulder as she goes. Finn's brows furrow.

"What's that about meds?" he asks, concerned. "Are you okay?" You nod, finishing off the last of your hot chocolate.

"I'm fine, it's just my period." He looks at you with a blank expression. "You know, my menstrual cycle?"

"Doesn't ring a bell," he says slowly, shaking his head.

"Right, sorry," you say. "It's, well..." you trail off, cheeks warming. BB-8 chirps from under the table. He'd stayed behind, knowing any work Poe was pretending to do would be pointless and unneeding of his assistance. "Sure, buddy, go ahead," you say, nodding.

The droid rattles off an extremely technical recap of how exactly your uterus is trying to get you to suffer as much as possible. You watch with amusement as Finn's face contorts at some of the symptoms. When BB-8's done, he turns to look at you, eyes wide.

"You're joking, right?" he ploys, scanning your face for a smirk or any hint this is some weird prank. You shrug, shaking your head.

"It's normal."

"You have to deal with this every single month? For a whole week?" he asks, horrified. You nod, laughing as he wraps his arms around you.

"Baby, it's fine, really," you assure him, patting him on the back.

"You're taking a day off," he says, pulling you up from the table and toward the door, throwing your cup away for you on the way. You try to resist, but you're no match for his strength.

"I can't just take a day off for cramps," you protest as he leads you down the hallway to his quarters, shaking his head.

"You are going to rest up and watch a Holovid with me until you feel better."

"I suggest you listen to your boyfriend, Commander," you hear a gravelly voice say. You turn around, nodding to Leia as she smiles at the two of you.

"Morning, General. I'll get all my work done today, I promise. Someone-" you shoot a look at Finn. "-is being a bit overprotective."

"You can't just-"

"Babe, it's fine-"

"Take the day off, Commander," Leia tells you, mirth sparkling in her eyes. "I'm not letting you collapse in my comms room again. That's an order." Finn narrows his eyes at you. You grin sheepishly at him.

"You what now," he says quietly. Leia laughs, continuing on her way to her office.

"I, uh, forgot to take pain meds one day, and I was really dehydrated and stressed. My cramps got really bad, and- FINN!" You shriek as he swoops his arms under you, hoisting you up and holding you to his chest, carrying you down the hallway. "You're the worst," you grumble as he sets you down outside his quarters. You try to sneak off as he punches in the door code, sighing with defeat as he catches your wrist and gently but firmly guides you inside.

"Rest. Now," he says, nodding to his neatly made bed. You scowl at him, kicking off your shoes nonetheless.

"I don't want to mess up your blankets," you say sarcastically. He laughs warmly, shaking his head at your teasing.

"I'll do it, then," he says, flopping backward onto his comically large pile of pillows. He grabs hold of your hands, pulling you down onto the mattress next to him with a huff. You try to squirm out of his arms as they wrap around you, but you eventually realize your labors are in vain and stop thrashing, letting him hold you.

"You're so annoying," you gripe, not quiet giving up yet. He just laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"It won't kill you to take a day off. You need it," he muses, bringing a hand up to run a hand over your hair. You sigh, nodding reluctantly.

"Okay," you concede. "Just today, though."

"I promise."

You turn to face him, intertwining your legs together. You look up at him, letting a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you say quietly, and his eyes soften.

"Of course." he presses his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you smile into the kiss and feel him do the same, the hold he has on your waist tightening. You tuck your head under his chin when the two of you pull away, breathing in the scent of his soap and whiffs of your hot chocolate.

You could take a break for today. After all, it was just what the General ordered.

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501st x F!Jedi!Reader General Skywalker clearly wasn't a reliable source of intell, having pointed you and Rex's squad into the icy tumbra of a long deserted planet, however, it was due to his calculated mistake that the Clones were able to reveal your deeply hidden desires. Being stuck in a cave with numerous handsome, attractive men was not on your to-do list, yet you weren't complaining. Word Count: 3028

Warnings: Unedited, random brain rainbow vomit I had whilst practicing writing techniques <3 It's somewhat (quite) spicy towards the end. There is a lot of fluff throughout most of it! A/N: This is mostly just Tup, Rex and Fives x reader as this was a very spontaneous fic T_T pls forgive me.

"General Skywalker said this would be an easy mission," Fives hissed under his breath, the deep, reverbrating sound of his voice lost underneath the wolfish howling of the wind, clusters of snow beating at his helmet. This was supposed to be a quick and easy diplomatic trip, but where did he and the 501st Legion find themselves? Somewhere on a deserted, icy, snowy planet. "My toes are about to fall off!"

"Yeah, he promised us there'd be clear blue skies and hot weather. A beach even!" Echo added on, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Rather than being on a hot, sandy beach, the brothers had found themselves treading through waist-deep snow, their fingers and toes turning into icicles, their blasters heavy in their grasps. 

"I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic trip, Captain," Fives continued, his voice becoming white noise as Rex all but ignored his brother, gracing him with an occasional hum or grunt, to let him know he was listening. But he wasn't hearing. Rex was also unhappy with the circumstances, but it was his job to do this kind of thing. It's not like the clones could refuse not going on a mission, not going head-first into a battle, so he definitely would have appreciated General Skywalker's honesty, over trickery. 

The weather was only getting worse, the wind and snow beating at the men cruelly, the blue paint on their armour completely disappeared under the clusters of snow that had latched themselves onto the clones. 

He paused in his tracks, scanning the area through his optical goggles. He spotted something. Something dark, something round. His men stopped behind him, eerily silent as they anticipated their Captain's next words. 

Rex, turning to face his brothers, couldn't help the way his shoulders visibly relaxed as he relayed the news, "I see a cave entrance just a couple yards ahead, boys! We will seek shelter there!" He exclaimed, waving his arm, signalling for them to keep going, to keep following him. 

In the very back, just behind Tup and Jesse, a lone, female Jedi guarded their backs, one hand hovering protectively over her weapon, the other shielded away in the pocket of her coat. A backpack hung onto her shoulders, the leather material soaked and cold, receiving most of the onslaught of the weather. 

Her mind was wandering, body craving to feel the heat of a hot sun glazing against her bare skin, just as Anakin had hinted to. But instead, she was stuck walking through a blizzard, her body cold and tired.

She had also been excited to spend some quality time with the boys from the 501st, whom she had been recently often paired with for missions. The sight of them all relaxing and enjoying their time on the beach, with their tops exposed, tan skin glistening under the sunlight.. Yeah, that would have been a sight worth seeing.

A sudden, much harsher gust of wind jolted her from her thoughts, clumps of snow quickly settling against the icy skin on her face. 

Her robes, too, were soaked, struggling to maintain the warmth in her body as she did her best to follow the path created by the clones, snow crunching under her winter boots. 

She too wasn't made aware of the true conditions of the mission. She couldn't tap into the force either, to predict or to feel some kind of warning of the mission ahead. What was Skywalker thinking? He was lucky none of her men had fallen! The moment she'd get back, the moment her eyes would land on him, he would be wise to run for the hills. She could imagine the fear in his eyes as she comically choked him out, swaying the male back and forth in a fit of anger.

Relief flooded the squad as one by one, they made their way into the cave, it being cleared by their Captain and medic, Rex and Kix. 

Quickly setting camp, the clones hovered around their makeshift fire, some huddled close together, others snuggling under individual, soaked blankets. The snow had penetrated all of their supplies; food, water, tents and blankets. All they could do was hope that the fire would last long enough for the storm to pass, for their blankets to dry out and warm up. 

"What the hell was the General thinking?" Fives muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed his bare hands together until they were warm enough, and then he shifted closer to the fire. 

His feet stung, the feeling just barely coming back to him after that gruelling tread. He was sure if his feet didn't fall off yet, then something else soon would. 

You exhaled a heavy sigh, a blanket resting over your shoulders as you extended your palms out towards the fire. Rex had been kind enough to lend you his blanket, noticing that your robes and skirt were practically drenched from the weather. Sure, you weren't dressed for the beach, but you also weren't dressed well enough for a blizzard. 

You were lucky to have been warned, or rather told, by Master Kenobi of the true conditions of your mission. If you hadn't been, your troops wouldn't have had enough time to prepare for the weather. 

Looking over your squad, you made eye contact with Tup. A worried frown ghosted over his rough features, the creases that you hated so much appearing on his forehead. 

Slowly, you made your way over to the trooper, one hand outstretched.

"Tup? Are you okay?" You asked, resting your hand over his shoulder. As if startled, the man looked to you, his brows quirked in surprise. 

"G-General? Why do you ask?" He questioned, gaze flickering down to your hand, before coming back up to stare into your eyes. A soft, pink hue dusted over his cheeks, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sure, he was sweet and kind, he was the shyest of your men. He was almost like a puppy, his chocolatey brown eyes so deep, so sweet, you had lost yourself in them again. 

He was the only man who gazed into your eyes long enough for you to drown, a soft smile erupting on your face as you fought your best to not reach up and caress his cheek in your palm. 

"General? Are you listening?" He asked, his gloved hands reaching up to shake at your shoulders, gently. 

Your lashes fluttered over your eyes, taking in a deep exhale, you shrugged. Were you really okay? 

Taking a moment to respond, your gaze flickered up, noticing how wet his hair was. 

"Tup, d'you want me to dry your hair?" The words tumbled from your mouth before your brain could finish processing their meaning. Tup's eyes widened into saucers as he stood there, frozen. You had never been so caring to your men, at least, not like this. 

Remember that pink hue that dusted his cheeks just a moment ago? Yeah, now that's turned into a beetroot blush, the colour painting his ears, his face and neck in a deep shade of reddish-purple. Would it be okay for you to display such blatant acts of affection? Wouldn't that be against the rules and regulations of the Jedi council? Against the regulations of the GAR? If so, would his brothers snitch?

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You started, your mouth quickly dropping into the shape of an 'o' as Tup interrupted you.

"General, I would love for you to dry my hair." He said with a soft smile, scratching at the back of his nape.

Realising it was too late now to back out, you gave a small nod of your head before taking his gloved hand in yours, the leathery material scraping nicely against your soft skin, as you led him closer to the campfire. 

Motioning for Tup to sit down, you stood directly behind, and, above him, reaching to remove your dry blanket from your shoulders. You didn't have a towel, so a blanket should be a good enough substitute. Your hands reached to remove his hairtie, sliding it over your hand to rest on your wrist, your fingers quickly making their way to masssage Tup's scalp. 

As he leaned his head back into your soft hold, Tup couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Your fingernails grazed softly against his skin, tugging gently at his soft curls, sending eletric shivers down the male's spine. 

But it was when your hands slid from his scalp, over to his nape and shoulders, applying soft but firm pressure against his tired muscles that the involuntary groan escaped his lips, rumbling deep from within his chest. 

Your body stiffened, stopping your ministrations as a familiar spark shot through your heart, right down to your abdomen. 

Your eyes, wide and unblinking, stared into Tup's as the colour red flushed his cheeks once more. His eyes searched yours, a worried glint dancing across as he waited for your reaction. His lips stuttered as he was about to apologise, provide an excuse, tell you it was okay if you didn't want to continue. 

But the words fell short on his tongue as the corners of your lips tugged upwards, your hands applying the slightest bit more pressure to his sore muscles. 

A grunt was stiffled in his throat, his eye fighting hard to stay open, looking anywhere but at your face. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, give you the wrong idea-

None of his brothers did. 

Though a lump formed in his throat as Tup looked around the cave, noticing the numerous lingering gazes of his brothers as they sat there, watching your movements. He could almost feel the jealousy vibrating off of Rex in waves, his gaze hardened as the corners of his lips fought to stay straight. 

A smirk tugged at Tup's lips, as he noticed Jesse squint his eyes at him. Deciding to add fuel to the fire, Tup groaned again when your hands pressed against a particularly tense muscle in his shoulder. 

"Woah, General, where did you learn this?" He asked, a familiar warmth blooming in his abdomen as your nimble fingers danced across his shoulders, tugging at the black suit he wore, exposed now as his armour rested beside a sleeping bag nearby. 

"Oh, you know, just learned bits here and there when I was stationed with Commander Wolffe," You chuckled, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, "That man was full of knots in his shoulders." You added, feeling Tup's shoulders relax more and more, until you had mentioned Wolffe. That's when his posture straightened, from a relaxed lean, to a pin-straight sitting up position. 

He tilted his head back to look at you, a curious yet worried glint in his golden eyes.

"Were you and Commander Wolffe close, by any chance?" He questioned, his breathing paused. 

If you were Wolffe's girl, then he knew the 501st couldn't, wouldn't pursue you. 

Or, if you weren't, then they knew at least they could ask the Commander of his previous.. Experiences, with you. 

Slowly, you caught onto Tup's drift, and your gaze travelled around the room. Some of the men were fully facing the two of you, legs spread, eyes laser-focused as they listened to your conversation, the cave suddenly, and eerily silent.

A shiver travelled down your spine, and a gentle smirk tugged at your lips.

"Oh, just you know, the occasional date here and there.." You said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. Your smirk threatened to grow as you heard someone scoff, and you looked up to see Rex rolling his shoulders, a scowl on his face.

"Date? Isn't that, like, forbidden?" Fives questioned across from you, leaning over curiously, his eyebrows raised, resembling the blue markings on his helmet. 

A giggle escaped your lips as your hands returned to Tup's hair, suddenly remembering why you were giving him a random shoulder massage. You reached over to grab the blanket Rex had given you, placing soft curls between the two valleys of softness created by your hands, which were hidden underneath the soft cushion.

Your hands brushed through Tup's soft hair, gently dragging the strands through the dry, fuzzy material of your blanket. 

"I don't mean a romantic date, Fives, though I wouldn't be opposed to one." You mused, softly tugging at the locks. "I don't particulaly agree with the 'No Attachments' rule. But that doesn't make me less of a Jedi, or does it, do you think?" You questioned, your gaze softening, a small scowl now tugging at your lips. 

"Of course not, General," This time, it was Rex who spoke up, albeit too fast for his liking, "You're one of the most dedicated Jedi I've had the pleasure of working with," He stated, soft footsteps making their way closer and closer to you, "Plus, it is human to wish to form attachments." He whispered that last part, now standing directly above you as you twisted Tup's hair into the towel.

Your heart fluttered at the proximity, warmth enveloping your pinkening cheeks.

"Is it now, Rex?" You asked, looking up at him. Your heart palpitated at the close proximity, your hands gliding down to caress Tup's shoulders. Your gaze stayed unwavering, unbreaking as you looked into Rex's deep, honey-gold eyes. The Captain suddenly shifted, breaking eye contact as he stepped back a little. 

"I-I believe any of us s-should be able to form attachments," He paused, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, and back to your eyes, "Romantic ones, especially." A chorus of 'Yeah's' and humms of agreement followed, catching your attention as you looked around.

The atmosphere in the cave seemed to have completely shifted, the sound of howling wind drowned out underneath the loud beat of your heart. You swallowed a forming lump, looking between Rex and his brothers, Tup now stood by your side, sandwiching your body between his and Rex's. 

Gloved hands came up to softly caress your shoulders, fingertips lightly tugging at the edge of your collar, grazing the skin underneath. 

"What do you think, Commander?" He whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"Of?" You prompted, turning your head lightly to look at Tup. 

"Of close relations between Jedi and their Clones?"

Your eyes widened, feeling a familiar heat rush over your body, and you took inhaled a slow, deep, shaky breath. As you looked between Tup and Rex, the latter had made his way closer to your body, his hands making their way to your hips.

The sound of soft footsteps reached your ears, and you saw Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma and Hardcase making their way closer to the three of you, looking completely entranced by the conversation. You hadn't casted any spells on them, have you?

Your breath hitched in your throat, shivers overtaking your body as someone nuzzled their nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a shaky sigh. As they spoke, your heart fluttered with recognition. 

"General, answer the question." Fives whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, one gloved hand gently grasping your chin, twisting it to face him. His gaze flickered to your lips,  just mere inches from his own. He could almost feel the taste of you on his tongue. Oh how he wished to kiss you, right then and there. He was so sure you'd let him, too.

Sure, maybe you did fantasise about the men from time to time, when your thoughts weren't preoccupied by ongoing battles and Jedi duties. How you wished to be allowed to form a connection deeper than General and Trooper, but did they?

"I- I.. I don't k-know?" You questioned, a soft whimper escaping your opened mouth, before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours, his hands latching themselves into your hair, pulling you closer, if physically possible.

The kiss was, to simply put it, sweet. His goatee rubbed nicely against your chin, his lips melting together with yours, as if they were always meant to. His tongue prodded at your bottom lip, asking for permission. Slipping in, it danced with yours, hot breaths mingling together as you felt something press up against your front.

Rex.

You had almost forgotten you were trapped between Rex and Tup, too engulfed with the sudden kiss Fives had engaged you in.

The smell of pine and smoke invaded your nostrils, their scents overwhelming, flooding your senses as Fives became rougher, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair. With one hand, you grasped the side of his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his rough skin, your breath hitched as a groan escaped his lips.

"Okay, that's enough I think." Kix spoke, the kiss abruptly interrupted as he pulled Fives away by the scruff of his neck. 

"General? Are you okay?" Rex's voice was soft as he neared you, his breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear. 

Inhaling a shallow breath, you grasped his biceps with both hands.

"Call me Y/n.." You whispered, hazily meeting Rex's stare, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

"R-Right.. Y/n, d'you want us to continue?" He questioned, bringing a hand to gently clutch your chin. 

Your eyes widened as you took in the situation around you; eight men surrounded you, watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce, the moment they received your permission. 

And receive it, they did.

With a brisk nod, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as Rex closed the gap between the two of you, his lips rough but warm as his body pushed roughly against yours, your back meeting Tup's chest in a close embrace. 

Your hands rested against Rex's chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt underneath your thumbs. His chest was warm and firm under your touch, the feeling of his heart racing beneath your hand had your own chest swelling with joy. A sigh left your lips as you felt a pair of lips press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of your neck, a new pair of hands rubbing up and down your hips, encouraging you.

You weren't dreaming, were you? You weren't about to wake up, were you?

Your questions were answered as you felt Rex bite your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair.

No, this definitely wasn't a dream.

And if it was, it wasn't one you wished to wake from.

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A lone tear cascaded down his face, leaving a wet, salty trail from the midpoint of his eye, down the plush softness of his cheek, dripping off the edge of his jaw. Just like her scar. He let his thumb caress the rough, broken, damaged skin, his lips twisted in a pained frown, stunned to silence. 

Her hand, one that used to be so soft and so gentle, was now gripping tightly at his wrist, a gentle shadow on her cheeks, on her scar, casted by her eyelashes. When did she get it? How did she get it?

Her head twisted to the side, making the most effort to hide that side of her face from his gaze. 

"Don't.." Rex whispered, no, he warned, taking a hold of her chin, forcing her to turn his way, to face him. Lowering his face to hers, his voice was strained, rough, pleading. "I want to see you.. Let me see you, mesh'la." The word spilled from his lips with such ease, with so much delicacy, as he touched his nose against hers, his eyes fluttering shut. His lips hovered just an inch above hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against his skin. 

He had dreamt of this day, every night, every day, for so. Many. Years. 

He had dreamt of lifting her into his arms, of kissing her, of crying with her, of holding her, of crashing her against his bed, leaning on top of her, letting her feel his undying love for her. For so many kriffing years.

She's alive. 

She's breathing.

She's here.

"I missed you. So. Kriffing. Much." He muttered, his voice becoming more strained with each oncoming word, his eyes squeezed shut, his forehead flush against your own as he fought every fibre in his body against the awful, suffocating need to kiss you. Another pained whimper left her lips. And that was what undid it for him. 

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Fives x F!Reader x Echo Pt. 1 After the events of the Citadel, Fives is forced to embark on a journey - inform people of Echo's passing. Fives knew his brother like the inside of his pocket, but who knew Echo had been hiding a gem all this time? Certainly not Fives. Word Count: 2886 Warnings: Echo's death, swearing, sad Fives, alcohol consumption A/N: I'm missing fives because he didn't get enough screen time and it's called 'The Clone Wars' for a reason :c

"I'm sorry," His voice carried a certain lightness to it, spinning in your ear canal like a pearly white feather on a windy, gloomy day. Though his words, oh his words, they pierced through your heart like a rusty dagger, the bitter metal permeating through the organ like a chartreuse, acidic poison. "There was nothing we could do to save him."

You were always afraid that one day, after a long, dreadful mission, he just wouldn't be back.

No matter how many times your best friend reassured you, that fear just lingered somewhere deep within your subconscious, sharpening its' shiny black talons, awaiting the day it could re-emerge into your heart.

Fives swallowed harshly, counting down the number of awfully loud heartbeats echoing in his head. He could feel a tension headache rising as he eyed you wearily, ready to offer comfort if you were to start crying, or having a go at him.

Your lack of response worried him. It was like you knew as soon as the door opened, his fist stuck in mid-air as the gears turned in his head. By the time he had gone over the pleasantries and the uncomfortable silence, your eyes had seemingly lost their spark, your face paled in the early sunshine of the Coruscantian morning, and your voice lost that high-pitched note to it when you spoke.

And now, here he was, his neck feeling awfully warm, his gut twisting as he thought of every whichever way to escape this hellhole. He hadn't even had the time to mourn his brothers death, yet alone truly understand it and now he had to go making rounds to people, informing them of it?

The Republic was cruel, and shitty, and full of shit and-

"H-How did he..?" His gaze was laser focused on his hands, the tension in his shoulders worsening as he looked up from his lap. You had unshed tears trudging the edges of your waterline, your eyelashes already wet from having to blink away thick, hopeless tears.

The green of the wallpaper that peered round the corner seemed much more inviting to look at than your eyes were, Fives thought. The colour was that of pine trees, lighter swirls of white decorating the expanse of the wall behind you. It used to be Echo's favourite colour. His brother always said how it brought joy for him to see that dreaded colour, how it always made him feel hopeful in an otherwise unsure battle. Fives, even though having made fun of Echo for being such a sap, had also secretly shared the same opinion.

But now all he felt when he saw the colour was disgust, nausea, and worst of all, guilt.

"Fives..?" Your voice gently lulled him out of his thoughts, like a lighthouse at sea, calling out to his ship, and his eyes widened as he realised you had reached your hand over to his, your thumb rubbing at his armoured forearm. Kriff, he didn't even take his bloody armour off.

His lips opened and closed, his eyelashes fluttering as Fives tried to map his way around, trying to find the right words to say.

Eventually, he settled on a fairly common pair.

"I-I'm sorry," He winced at the shakiness of his voice, scrunching his eyes shut. How the hell was he supposed to say it? For some odd reason, you were the one comforting him, rather than the other way around. What kind of soldier was he? What kind of man was he?

"He.. He died heroically," His voice was soft, trembling. Fives couldn't bring himself to speak any louder, afraid that the deeply buried emotions in his chest would come crashing down, like waves against a rocky shore, "He was the bravest man on that battlefield, ready and willing to do anything to complete the mission. He was so.. He was so inspiring. What happened next.. I- I couldn't get to him.. in time." He took in a shallow, shaky breath, forcing his eyes shut as tears began to prickle at his eyes.

"I couldn't save him."

"Fives it's-"

"The droid blasted the ship just as he reached the entrance and I wanted to help him, to get him out of there, but someone screamed my name and all I remember is seeing his body fly, and his helmet drop at my feet. I wish it were me instead of-"

"He would never forgive himself for that and you know it." Your voice tore through his tangent, sharp, snappy and cold as ice. It was as if you had thrown cold water in his face. You knew Echo, you knew he would never let his brother sacrifice himself for him, "He was a good soldier and he died as one." You whispered, peering down at the man seated in your small, pale yellow kitchen.

The wrinkles on his forehead and the tired bags under his eyes told you everything. He desperately needed a safe place, and some well deserved rest.

Has he even had the time to process Echo's death? You truly doubted it just by seeing his reluctance, the difficulty he felt of talking about this. As though it was the first time.

You couldn't let Fives go back to the GAR. Not in this condition, not yet. You were afraid he would simply shut down if he were surrounded by countless faces and voices, similar and the same as Echo's. He would have constant nightmares, constant night terrors, constant guilt.

But what about you? What about your time alone, your time to process the news of your best friends death?

That wasn't your priority right now, you could wallow in the bubbling feelings of grief and despair after you've taken care of his brother, his twin.

Taking in a deep breath, you kneeled beside Fives, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh.

"Stay here for the night. You can be gone by morning and we never have to talk of this again." You offered, squeezing his thigh to get his attention. You could tell by the way his eyes widened that he wasn't expecting such an offer, and by the quick downturn of his lips, that he was about to reject it.

"It's not for my comfort, it's for your own," You interjected, determination seeping from each word you said, "I- I don't think you'll be able to sleep there-" You paused, getting up from the floor with a huff, "Here's the plan; I'll draw you a bath, make you some food and then you can go sleep in my room, how's that?" You asked, leaning against the countertop behind you.

A few moments of silence passed, Fives completely stunned and speechless. Where was Echo hiding this.. t-this gem? He had never met such a compassionate woman, person, ever.

All he was familiar with were the one night stands with numerous different women he'd met at 79s. Did Echo meet you there too? Were you really just friends?

Shaking his head, Fives stood up from his seat, looking, no, glaring at that stupidly green wallpaper behind you. At that grisly irritating reminder of hope. Of Echo. "I-I couldn't take such a-advantage of your kindness, ma'am. I appreciate it, but I'll be fine." He stated.

A frown replaced the hopefulness on your face as you noticed the awful change in his demeanour. You weren't talking to Fives, the man, anymore. No, you were talking to Fives the ARC Trooper, CT-5555. You could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed, how his gaze hardened, how his chest puffed up and his shoulders stood to attention.

He's just like Echo.

Neither men preferred to face the difficulty of opening up to others, you noted. But whilst Echo would stutter and refuse, Fives completely shut down, solidified into a steel-strong soldier. But neither of them seemed to like accepting help, whether it be from a friend or a stranger.

Funny.

They truly were like twins, born of the same strand of DNA, or whatever the Kaminoans did, you thought.

With a heavy, disapproving sigh, you gave a slight nod of your head.

It seemed to surprise Fives, as you noticed that momentarily, miniscule raise of his thick brows. He definitely wanted you to be more pushy, but you had learned from Echo that that often led to nowhere.

"Do you have anywhere else to go? Anyone else to inform?" Your voice was soft when it reached his ears, and a defeated expression rested on your face. Since you wouldn't need to take care of Fives, your mind felt at ease enough to let in the new, yet still familiar feelings.

It took him a moment to respond, his throat having gone completely dry.

"Just a couple of friends, really. You were number one on that list so.. I- I guess I'll leave you to it." He half muttered, looking up at you. The kitchens' yellowy dandelion wallpaper behind your frame did very little to brighten up your features. Instead, it seemed to dull them, deep shadows were casted over your features as you frowned.

"Are you sure? You can stay longer if you'd like-"

"No! No, it's okay. Really. I'm on a tight schedule anyway, y'know, ARC Trooper things and all that." Fives insisted as he finally rose from his seat, rubbing his nape with one hand awkwardly.

This was his chance to get out of there, to escape the stuffy, small kitchen. It was like a rainy cloud had settled itself over your shoulders, and he wanted to be gone by the time it began to pour.

"Alright. I won't keep you here any longer. I-I'm sure you've wasted enough time here already." You muttered out as you followed suit, rising from your seat, albeit slower than Fives. 

Did you want to be alone? You weren't too sure. Some of your focus was still locked onto the man before you, worry gnawing away at your conscious. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." You followed up, rounding the rectangular, wooden table seated in the middle of your small kitchen.

Echo used to always nag at you, complaining it was too short for tall people like him. Interestingly enough, Fives had no intention of mentioning the height of the table.

Although Echo had told you many stories about Fives and the Domino Squad, it felt like the two had switched personalities. Your Echo seemed to behave more like Fives when around you, and Fives behaved more like Echo from the stories. 

Your arms were crossed over your chest as you led Fives to the door, and you caught a peek of his expression as you quickly peered over your shoulder. 

He seemed to tower over you as you bid your goodbyes, thanking him for coming all this way, and wishing for him to stay safe and get well. Your chest felt heavier as you unlocked the door, moving aside, observing him as he stepped out.

The dull greyness of the corridor outside did nothing but crumble any resolve that may have lingered within his chest. 

A lone, glaringly white light bulb flickered from time to time, doing very little to actually brighten up the space. It also seemed to wash out Fives' features, make his sun-kissed skin look paler, his eyes more somber, his frown look deadlier.

If anyone were to come by him, they'd tremble on the spot.

The corners of his lips seemed to twitch, just slightly, as he thought over what to say. What do you say to someone you're not sure you'll see again?

Your vocie beat him to is as you bid a short, yet comforting goodbye.

That was it then.

He waved you goodbye as he descended down the stairs, his gaze locking with yours one last time before he disappeared behind the concrete railing.

The distant sound of a hum accompanied your thoughts, the electrical cables working hard to provide light to that narrow corridor, becoming background noise to your running thoughts.

Would he be okay?

Maybe you should have given him your comm number, in case he'd wanna reach out. It was too late though, as his figure had already disappeared down the long staircase, the warmth of his gloved hands still lingering on yours.

The loud boom of the music bounced of the walls of 79s, and Fives' head. It was like a headache that just kept on going, and Fives was refusing to take pain meds, nullifiers. He didn't want the pain to stop. It was the only thing that kept him awake, aware, attentive to the fact that this was reality.

Many of his brothers had died; Domino Squad to be specific. Their deaths were all too sudden, just like Echo's. But he got past them, keeping his brothers memory alive on each and every mission he was sent to. But through all that, he had Echo by his side. And now, Echo was gone. 

How was he meant to get over his death? 

How was he meant to carry on?

How many of his brothers had gone through the same situation, lost their closest friends? Were forced to continue on into battle as though nothing had happened? Were they really, truly that expendable? Did they not mean anything to the Republic? To the Jedi?

Fives wasn't just a number. Echo wasn't just a number. Hevy, Cutup and Droidbait weren't just numbers. They were men, they were men with feelings and they were men who were filled with hopes and dreams for their futures. 

Echo wasn't just a number.

He suppressed a sob as he leaned forward, reaching for another shot glass, the pinkish liquid sparkled in the dim lights of 79s. 

Usually, he took his shots with pride. 

And now? Now he took them with shame, slamming the clear glass onto the table as he roughly wiped at his eyes. God. It burned so bad. But it also eased the pain, bit by bit until all he felt was fire burning through his lungs, and dizziness tugging at his vision. 

He couldn't go back to the GAR in this state. But who cared? He and the 501st had come back, completely and utterly wasted, many times too many. And nobody even batted an eyelash. On Kamino they'd get a thorough discplining, maybe even a smack on the back of the head. 

He was sure the old geezers back there would be more than happy to hand his ass back to him.

Kriff it, he thought.

One more shot.

The liquid burned, the taste smacking at his tastebuds like a blaster to the back of his head.

Another.

It went on for long enough for the barman to stop him, shaking his head disapprovingly at the trooper.

Getting up from his seat, Fives wished the liquid tasted as good as it looked. He thanked the barman and made his way to the exit. 

Where was he going? 

He wasn't sure. He just knew he needed to move. Or rather stumble.

Waking up to loud banging on your front door certainly wasn't your preferred method, but it was definitely an effective one.

"Kriffing hell, what time is it?" You mumbled, rubbing the sleep crust from your tired eyes. The old, digital clock on your bedside table read 0300, in big, bold neon green numbers, casting a gentle green glow on the otherwise pitch-black room.

Your heart pounded wildly, almost as harshly as whatever idiot was pounding on your door at bloody 3AM in the morning.

You already had a hard day, falling into your bedsheets just moments after Fives had left, thick, shiny tears quickly staining the soft material of your duvet a shade darker for the foreseeable future.

"Who do you think you are-" Your voice harshly cut through as you ripped your front door open, leaning forwards, just narrowly missing a black, gloved fist to your face. Your frown quickly dropped as you noticed the idiot behind the awful disruption, and your anger seemed to evaporate into thin air. "Fives?"

As he looked up, the sight of his honey-gold eyes and tear streaked face, had your heart dropping in an instant.

The sound of humming electricity above your head filled the silent hallway, mimicking the white noise inside of Fives's head as his drunken mind tried to scramble up some words.

The smell of strong vodka and whatever else invaded your senses, you couldn't help how fast your hand flew to cover your nose.

"Y/n..- I-I'm sorry-" He hiccupped, pressing one arm onto your doorframe, his figure towering over you. "I couldn't- I couldn't save him, he's dead. He's dead because of me!" Fives gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut as more tears pooled at his waterline.

"What? No no no!" You exclaimed, quickly opening your arms for him to fall into. "Shh, come on, it's okay." You whispered, easing him into your apartment with slow steps. You shut the door behind, seating him down on your sofa before you went back to lock your front door.

His sobs and hiccupped breaths filled the still silence of your small, colourful apartment. Rubbing at your sore eyes, you quickly fetched a glass of water for him before kneeling at his side.

"Here, drink this," You lifted the glass to his lips, letting him take slow sips, "Slowly, you'll feel sick."

You watched him carefully, taking the water away as he gasped out. Your sofa looked too small for the trooper, his frame easily taking up over almost half of the space. A grunt escaped his lips, and panic flooded you. 

This way going to be a long night..

Just a really really nice Boil fanfic for any 212th and Waxer and Boil lovers out there 😭💕

Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 5

A/N: This is part 5 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN, has hair; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves) 

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.1K

Warnings and tags: mysticism; angst; fluff; mild critique of the Jedi Order (but no Jedi hate); fade-to-black sensuality; implied oral sex; ritualistic drug use; a description of being high on hallucinogens/psychedelics

Obligatory disclaimer: Please don’t use this as a how-to guide for or endorsement of drug use, because 1. it’s inaccurate to the real world, and 2. depending on your location, ThAt WOuld Be ILlEGal. This is a Wendy’s fanfic.

Summary: Boil is willing to do what it takes to get answers about Waxer.

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“You sure this won’t make me pop positive if I get tested?” Boil asked, eyeing the tin of tea warily.

“Completely. You have two rotations left of shore leave, and this will be out of your system in twenty-four hours.”

You spoke with certainty, and Boil felt some of his doubts ease. He picked up the tin and removed the lid, giving the tea a curious sniff. It didn’t smell like much; just faintly earthy and vegetal. 

“So how does it work?”

“You brew it and drink it, just like regular tea,” you replied. “After a few minutes, you start to feel the effects.”

“And what do the effects feel like?” He set the tea tin down and took a bite of his breakfast.

“Nothing much at first,” you replied. “But when it hits, you’ll know. Everything will look a little clearer and brighter. Food will taste a little better. Everyday things will start to seem really, really interesting. People will be prettier and funnier and smarter.”

“That just sounds like a couple shots of Cheedoan whiskey,” Boil observed.

“Oh, somebody’s fancy,” you teased. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty.”

He laughed and tossed his crumpled napkin at you, mostly for the fun of seeing you shudder and flick it away with a revolted expression. “The general bought a round for Ghost Company one time.”

“I hope he charged it to the Jedi Order,” you laughed. “Do Jedi get paid?”

“Search me,” he shrugged. “Clones don’t.”

You grimaced. “I know. Kriffing banthashit, is what that is.”

It didn’t change a thing, but Boil still felt a little better knowing you weren’t as complacent as the rest of the galaxy seemed to be about the clone troopers’ situation. 

“So what makes this tea any different from a decent buzz?” he asked.

“That would be the visual hallucinations,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

He eyed you curiously. “I take it you’ve done this before.”

“A few times,” you nodded. “It can be pretty fun. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the Eye of Aldhani—you know what, never mind.”

He laughed. “What about the ritual part?”

“It’s a little different. The dosage is higher, so the effects are more intense.” You hesitated a moment before adding, “There’s another element to it as well.”

“What’s that?”

“Force sensitivity,” you replied bluntly. “You need to either be able to wield the Force yourself, or have a strong connection with someone who can.”

He nodded, recalling a detail you’d told him months ago. “And your grandmother taught you to wield it? Why didn’t she send you to the Jedi for training?”

“Our world isn’t part of the Republic,” you explained. “The Jedi order has no jurisdiction that far out in Wild Space, and to be frank, we prefer it that way. They mind their own business, and we mind our own.”

Boil pondered your response quietly, noticing the strained expression in your eyes, and he remembered that you tried to stay off the Jedi’s scopes. “You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not talk about it.”

You gave him a grateful look and replied, “It’s all right. It’s not a secret or anything. It’s just…” You paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “We do things our own way. And when someone is born with the Sight—the Force—we train them in our own way, too. It doesn’t happen often, and there weren’t many elders with the Sight left by the time I was born. Gran took on my training, but I was only fifteen when she passed.”

Boil gazed steadily at you, feeling a deep sense of foreboding. “What happened?”

“I came to Coruscant, hoping the Jedi could help me. I scraped together everything I had in the galaxy to pay for the trip. But when I went to the temple, they said it was too dangerous to train someone who’d been ‘corrupted.’” The word came out harshly, as though it tasted bitter on your tongue. “They sent me away. Said I would be better off knowing nothing of the Force.”

Boil was horrified. “But you were just a kid!”

“Yeah,” you replied grimly. “I grew up pretty fast after that.”

He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t imagine most of the Jedi he’d met ever treating a child with such callousness, but he and his fellow clones knew better than anyone that the Jedi order contained all sorts of beings, ranging from those who were kind and wise like General Kenobi, all the way to monsters like that kriffing traitor, Pong Krell.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last, feeling the inadequacy of his words. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right,” you replied. “I’m older and wiser now, and I realize I probably wouldn’t have been the best fit in the Order. And I’ve picked up quite a bit of knowledge since then—especially since I met Tas. There are more paths to the Force than people think.”

The conversation had strayed into territory that was wholly unfamiliar to Boil, so he was relieved when your serious expression faded and the usual glint of humor returned to your eyes. “Lucky for you, I know what I’m doing.”

He smiled, content to let you steer the topic back to the ritual. “So when you say we need a strong connection, how strong are we talkin’?”

“It requires a very high level of trust. We will have to lower our mental defenses enough to allow each other in. When I’ve done it in the past, it was with people I was very close to—people I had known for years.”

“So you don’t do this for every trooper you bewitch?” he asked.

You grinned. “Actually, yes. After tonight, I will have done this for every single trooper I’ve bewitched. One-hundred percent success rate. Hopefully.”

“So what happens if our connection isn’t strong enough?”

Your smile faltered slightly. “Nothing. We’ll have a hell of a trip, and tomorrow we can thank the Force that it wasn’t our money that got wasted on the tea.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he said. “When should we do it?”

“We’ll need a few hours of uninterrupted privacy, so we’ll want to wait until I get off work tonight,” you replied. “It’ll be about half an hour before you start to feel the effects, and then we’ll begin the ceremony.”

“That sounds ominous,” he laughed. “Is there a blood sacrifice, or is that only on Centaxdays?”

“You know, I’m fresh out of sacrificial victims, so we’ll have to skip it this time.”

Your eyes sparkled, and he inhaled softly, stunned by how beautiful they were when you looked at him with that mischievous expression. Not that he would tell you that, obviously. What was he supposed to say?

You have the sweetest eyes in the galaxy.

I’ve never kissed anyone with such perfect lips.

The last two weeks have been the best of my life.

When I’m with you, I feel like everything is easier.

I don’t want to leave.

Please. He wasn’t a total sap.

“Cutting corners?” he asked instead, a hint of a taunt in his tone. “And here I thought I’d get special boyfriend privileges.”

He watched for your reaction out of the corner of his eye, and he didn’t miss the way you bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, you get boyfriend privileges,” you replied. “Door keycode, toothbrush, unlimited conservator access, your very own caf mug… And other things.”

He grinned, moving closer and sliding his hand around your waist, easing his fingers inside your ridiculous bathrobe to caress the bare skin of your hip.

“What other things?” he murmured in your ear, nipping the skin of your neck softly.

Kriff, you taste delicious.

“Ten percent discount on readings,” you replied.

“Ten percent?” he whispered, trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as he untied the sash of your robe and brushed his fingers lower on your body. “You can do better than that.”

“F—five percent,” you stammered in a gratifyingly breathy voice. “That’ll teach you not to haggle.”

“Mm,” he hummed as he worked his mouth down your torso, dropping slowly to his knees in front of you. “Maybe we could work out a barter system. I’m sure I could provide some services you might find appealing.”

Your only response was a broken whimper as he took you with his mouth, gripping your hips and then sliding his hands back to cup your ass and pull you against his face.

Maker, I could worship you forever. I don’t want to leave.

Boil would rather die than admit he was nervous. For kark’s sake, he faced off against entire divisions of battle droids on a daily basis; how intimidating could a cup of tea possibly be? Besides, you seemed perfectly comfortable as you brewed the tea and lit a stick of incense, and there was no way he’d let you see him blink. He was a soldier of the Republic, and he wasn’t afraid of anything.

Still, some of his definitely-not-nervousness must have shown on his face, because you gave his arm an encouraging little touch as you walked past him into the living area. He watched as you pulled all the throw pillows off the sofa and your bed and piled them on the floor to make a soft, chaotic nest, and then you dimmed the lights. Your flat had already taken on a strange, mystical air, and he hadn’t even tasted a sip of the tea yet.

He watched curiously as you placed colorful stones in all the windowsills and doorways of your flat.

“What are those for?” he asked.

“Just making sure the only spirits that show up are the ones we want,” you replied with a lopsided grin, but the look in your eyes made him think you were deadly serious. “Nothing to worry about.”

He blinked. So I guess that’s definitely something to worry about.

“I’m not gonna get haunted by this, am I?” he asked, aiming for a casual tone and not quite nailing it.

“Definitely not!” you replied, before adding under your breath, “... probably.”

“Probably?”

“I’m ninety percent sure,” you reassured him. “Eighty-three percent sure.”

“Are you kriffing with me, or are you serious?” he demanded.

You laughed. “I’m kriffing with you. You definitely, probably won’t get haunted, and even if you do, Tas has a banishing spell that’ll get rid of anything.”

“You know you’re not exactly inspiring confidence, right?”

Your only response was a playful smile that made him want to kiss you until you forgot your own name, so he did. He caught you by the hand and hauled you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again and again.

“Could you be serious for ten seconds?” he murmured between kisses. 

“No promises.” You flicked your tongue against the corner of his lips, and he nearly called off the entire operation and tossed you onto the bed on the spot.

With a rather impressive display of self control—if he did say so himself—he pulled away slightly and asked, “Are the walls of the Venator going to start weeping blood if I do this?”

“Oh, almost certainly not,” you replied. “Maybe just a droplet or two on the refresher mirrors…”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, then let out a reluctant laugh, dropping his forehead to rest against your shoulder. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and pressed your lips against his temple.

“We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to,” you said quietly.

His arms tightened around you as he inhaled deeply, trying to memorize your exact scent. “No. I want to know. I need to know.”

You held him silently for a moment, and then you nodded. “If you’re sure, then everything is ready.”

“I’m sure,” he said, pulling back just far enough to look into your eyes. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay.” You held him tightly for another moment, then broke away to retrieve the two mugs of tea from the kitchen. You passed one to him, then tapped your own against it. “Bottoms up, Buttercup.”

Boil was expecting the concoction to taste awful: bitter and sinister, maybe with a hint of brimstone. In reality, it was actually pretty good. It was smooth, a little spicy, and sweetened with honey, and he drained the cup without complaint. He waited expectantly, but nothing happened.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now we watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny on Abafar and wait for it to kick in,” you replied, glancing down into the mug to quickly scan the leaves the way he’d noticed you do every time you finished a cup of tea.

Whatever you saw must not have been too terrible, given that you didn’t immediately cancel the evening’s activities. He shrugged and moved to the sofa, pulling you down with him as you turned on the holoscreen. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the luxury of being able to watch whatever he wanted, any time he pleased. Not to mention that your sofa, shabby as it was, was quite possibly the most comfortable piece of furniture in the galaxy—particularly with your head resting on his shoulder and your body tucked in close to his own as he curled around you. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you warned, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lied.

The episode failed to hold his attention, and his mind and hands began to wander. He traced his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm, around your wrist and back up again, enjoying the smooth warmth of your skin. He’d never touched shimmersilk in his life, but he would have bet a month of rations that your skin was softer. Eventually, he draped his arm around your waist and began to play with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up to expose your abdomen.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said, resting your hand over his. “There’s no way in hell I’m going there on your first trip.”

“Even if I want to?” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck.

“Nope. Besides, we’re not just doing this for fun, remember?” You rolled over to face him.

“Fine. Maybe next time.” He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek softly as he gazed into your eyes. “Your pupils are huge.”

You snorted a laugh. “Seems like the tea is working. Shall we get started?”

He nodded. “What do we do?”

“I have bad news,” you said gravely. “We’re going to have to break the cuddle.”

“Not the cuddle!” he gasped in horror.

“I’m afraid so.”

He grumbled, but begrudgingly disentangled his limbs from yours. As he sat up, the room seemed to sway slightly, almost as if the entire building were floating in water. He didn’t want to alarm you, so he didn’t mention that the pattern on your wallpaper was definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent coming to life. The designs gyrated and churned in a nauseating swirl, and he tore his eyes away from it, determined not to abort the mission for a reason as pitiful as tea-induced motion sickness.

He followed you silently to the nest of cushions you’d arranged on the floor, sitting opposite you with his legs crisscrossed. You scooted forward until your knees touched his, and you took his hands, holding them in a loose grip. He stroked his thumb over your palm, and the smile you gave him in return made him forget all about the wallpaper.

“Close your eyes,” you said softly, “and take a slow breath, all the way down to the bottom of your lungs.”

He did as you said, and as he exhaled gradually, he felt his stomach settle and the tension drain out of his shoulders. The pair of you repeated the exercise a few times, and then you asked him to focus on keeping his breath smooth and even. He was starting to feel incredibly relaxed and drowsy, and only his promise not to fall asleep kept him from drifting off.

“Think of somewhere you felt safe and happy,” you said in a low voice. “Picture it in your mind.”

Here. With you. 

“Do you see it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he whispered, envisioning your cozy, colorful little flat as clearly as though he had opened his eyes. 

He was alone in his mental version of the flat, and he took a moment to look around. It was tidier in his mind, with the nest of cushions all put back where they belonged, and no telltale pastry crumbs on the kitchen counter. But aside from that, it was the same, filled with signs of you—the eclectic jumble of teacups on your kitchen shelf; the colorful array of robes hanging on hooks on the wall; the vibrant collection of thrifted art hanging on the walls. It even smelled like your scent. The only thing missing was—

Knock knock.

He turned toward the door in his mind, and then he was standing in front of it without ever having moved his feet. He leaned in to look through the peephole—wait, your door has a holoscreen. The image in his mind warped, and suddenly the holoscreen appeared. You stood outside in the hallway, waiting.

“Will you let me in?” you asked quietly.

Your lips didn’t move in the vision of you he saw within his mind, and he realized you’d spoken the words aloud.

“Yes,” he replied, opening the door.

As you stepped inside, your gaze flicked around the flat, and your breath caught. Too late, Boil realized he’d revealed far more than he intended. He swallowed nervously, bracing himself for your mockery now that you had witnessed the true depth of his feelings for you. 

When you looked at him, though, there was no trace of ridicule in your eyes. You stepped closer and took his hand in yours, and as you did, he felt the soft pressure of a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his physical hands. To his relief, that was the only acknowledgment, though he had a feeling the two of you would be having a long conversation once the effects of the tea had worn off.

“Are you ready?” you asked, and somehow, he knew you’d asked the question directly to his mind.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied without speaking.

You smiled. “In that case, I’d like you to meet someone.”

Your gaze shifted to a point over his shoulder, and he turned slowly. A stranger stood behind him, ancient and wrinkled, with eyes that somehow seemed very familiar and very, very kind. A faint blue glow emanated from her, and though she seemed solid enough, Boil had the distinct feeling that if he were to open his eyes, he’d see nothing but you, sitting across from him in a nest of cushions.

“Is this the boy you told me about?” she asked, inspecting him closely.

“Yes,” you replied. “Gran, I’d like you to meet Boil.”

Reposting this because I fell in love with this fic last night but didn’t like it (even tho I swear I was aggressively double tapping my screen) and I was looking for it for two hours and was about to give up but then I found the author and I need this here. Safe in my blog so I can just find it whenever. <33

Arise, Ascend

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader Word Count: 3.5k Rating: Explicit 18+ Additional tags: Apparent abduction, description of injuries, mention of canon-typical violence, slow burn, eventual smut, age difference.

Series synopsis: They don’t tell you much when they take you to Boba Fett’s palace. Only that he needs a healer, and you happened to be the first one they’d found. You’ve heard his name whispered plenty of times, enough that you’re prepared to hate him; fight him; hurt him if necessary, despite your fear. You’re wrong.

AN: I posted this about a week ago on AO3 as I was undecided as to whether I wanted to crosspost to Tumblr. I’m still pretty undecided, but I loved this cute little header I made to match my theme and wanted to use it (lol) so if this series is something you’re interested in, please let me know if you’d like me to continue posting here or whether you’d rather just read on AO3. Oh and massive thanks to my lovely friends @jangofettswife and @bacarasbabe for their advice and help with getting my ideas sorted out for this one! x

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Tatooine has never been a gentle place, but sometimes it is a beautiful one. You consider this as you watch the lowering suns blooming shadows over every roll in the landscape, bruise-deepening the pale slopes.

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even as a shadow, even as a dream

The tomb preserved everything perfectly. 

Her image was preserved for all eternity in the stained glass. It felt almost larger than life, with her regnal portrait transferred to the stained glass. Her brown tresses framed her face sharply, and her cold eyes carried grace and class in a way that even her best speeches never truly brought on. The immaculate image she sought to cultivate every time that he saw her get ready for in the Senate was perfect. An icon for the ages. 

She stares at him in final judgment; the tone, the serenity, it all carried him back to another woman, with green locks and pale skin, who stood for light and paid the price for her folly. In another life, when his deepest nightmares merely encroached on his reality rather than merge with it, he imagined himself in black with pale skin, holding the weapon shakily as everything bled and suffered to its death. He’d sit the ashes he’d made, hovering over a body, weapon impaling as his bloody hands wrapped around the handle as the Force screamed what did you do. 

My nightmares were always my reality, only I was too weak to see it. I could only hide, and when running was impossible, I crumbled and burned everything else for a chance to escape only to fall into the fire I set ablaze. 

Vader stalks through the mausoleum, footsteps dull and angry despite the hesitance in their master. The doors whistled quietly as they shut, the small thud echoing through the chamber until it became a deafening roar. His cape swished ominously, frighteningly cheery and disturbing large swaths of air. Everything about his presence in the tomb was foul, unnatural and inhumane, yet he felt drawn to it. 

When he finally gained the arrogance to reenter Naboo and attend her mausoleum, he stopped in front of the carved doors for two minutes. His background swirled in that Force-damned red tinge, his limbs weighed him until it felt like agony to simply remain upright, and his breathing so loud it almost managed to drown out the last words of a strangled woman. 

I love you…..Anakin..

Her coffin had her image carved into it, and for a moment he reaches out, to tenderly stroke her face, and he withdraws. He is a monster, she is dead. He will forever hate himself to death, and deny himself the release of impalement, for he would never deserve it. She would remain dead, the galaxy would spin on its uncaring rotation, oblivious to the rage he wreaked upon it. He loved her, oh how he loved her, but that love could not keep her. He'd love her as misery loved him, and even misery's tight fingers felt like a loose grip as he remembered choking the life from her. He once may have proclaimed his desire to move the stars for her joy, to warp reality to her whims, to burn her enemies, smiling at their agonizing screams and to wretch the eyes from her enemies and string them like pearls, but that life was over. None of that weak man, of the lakes of Varykino, of an office corner in Coruscant, of a wine bottle on a speeder exists.

He settles for kneeling, and almost scoffs at the delusions he enjoys laboring under. For all of his denials, hatred and numb terror, he is powerless at her hands. Death, for all of its unstoppable malice and vitriol, could not crush his weakness. 

The whiteness of everything, the morning star’s light filtering through the stained glass, the marble arches and walkways, her coffin, the last image of her that he would ever see, repelled him. The purity, the kindness, the goodness, it all fell into a mockery of sorts. Everything that she dedicated herself towards, he proved himself to be the antithesis of. Her Republic was overthrown, fallen with him to create his Empire. Her belief in the goodness of the Jedi? Lost to the cold sweeps of times, which would wash the Jedi’s deeds away until they were nothing more than an ancient memory. 

The cold marble seemed to freeze into his joints, almost as a warning. Leave, do not return. Poison this place no longer, demon.  

And when Darth Vader turned to leave, he could feel arms around him. He wasn’t sure whether they were holding him in place or dragging him out: kicking, punching, screaming leave leave before he infected her forever. 

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Worldbuilding, Original Character(s), Original Sith Character(s) - Freeform, Eldritch Anakin Skywalker, Yoda's Disaster Lineage (Star Wars), Jedi Can Form Attachments (Star Wars), The Force Ships It (Star Wars), Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Slow Burn Summary:

Anakin just wanted to find the Sith artifact, return to his ship and crawl into his nest to help his padawan with her homework while watching Holocomedies. Getting saved and abducted by strange new Sith was not part of the plan. Then again when has anything ever gone according to plan in his Lineage? What do you mean Force Marriage?

I love this fic, it's like sleep medication for me. It makes me feel so cozy. I know it's active Obikin, with what some people have problems with, but the authors writing is so GOOD. Also Eldritch Anakin.

Hidden treasure || Part I

Words: 3333

Warnings: language, cursing

SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you've been sent back to Hux. He's pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?

Author: Cass & Rouge

Hux growled deeply on his way to the hangar. He was expecting an 'important delivery' that he didn't want to ever get.

"Little spoiled, brat... They could kick her out of the ship one day. What I did to deserve someone like her in my family?" Reddish man muttered to himself.

Hux entered the hangar and waited, stamping his food angrily. "I will kill her when she will get here." He growled looking around.

Fitted black leather pants were hugging your legs nicely as you were getting out of the cruiser which had brought you here. Upper part of your uniform was a black jacket with a brassard on left sleeve, the logo of First Order could be easily seen.

As you stepped out of the small ship, you looked around and almost immediately your sight fell on him. Your older brother, General Hux.

You crossed arms behind your back and walked to him jauntily.

Hux looked at you with a frown as you walked to him closer.

"Take this jacket off." He said pulling it off of your arms. "You are not a part of First Order, and you will never be. How did you even get this?"

He took you out of the hanger. Reddish man was walking with you for a moment, but suddenly stopped in the half of a long corridor.

"Care to explain to me, how the fuck they could kick you out of the Academy, huh?! Who the hell you think you are?!" Hux yelled at you.

"Let. Me. Go." You growled jerking arm out of Hux's grasp. "I found it on the cruiser, chill out!"

Stretching your fingers you yawned a bit.

"Let's say I've made a mistake. And they said I cannot stay there. And I need more.. How to say it? That I need to get more attention to avoid any nuisances." You explained shrugging.

"Y/N, you are 24 years old, and they already kicked you out from SIX academies!" He growled and moved hand through his hair. "I can't believe we are even related... I am a general... When you even can't finish your education."

Hux thought for a moment.

"Listen to me, you little brat. One mistake... Only one. And I will personally launch you out in one of the escape pods, and I don't care what will happen with you, am I making myself clear?"

His eyes were cold like a steel, and you literally shivered under Hux's glance.

"Yes, Herr General." You curtsied theatrically. "So. What now? Because I don't think you'll want to play a happy family, huh?" You walked closer to him and stroked over his cheek. "You're so much like our father. So confident and fierce. He would be proud. At least of you."

Hux closed his eyes and sighed at your touch.

"Yes, and he would be completely disappointed with you. Someone needs to be the mature one. Maybe it's time for you to grow up too, sister."

He sighed sadly and ruffled Y/H/C hair. "And you look just like our mother. Regarding your question... I don't have time to play a happy family, Y/N." Hux took your hand. "I will show you your chamber."

You gave his palm a squeeze while walking by his side.

"Well. As I see you work in a fucking huge base."

You whistled when you were passing huge cargo chamber.

"What I will be doing here?"

"Nothing. You will be living here avoiding problems. My chamber is right next to yours, in case if my little sister will have a nightmare during the night." Hux smiled at you. "Now, excuse me, dear sister, I need to get back to work. For once be a good girl and stay out of troubles." He kissed your forehead before walking away.

"Armitage!" You said aloud, then you ran to him, and hugged to him tightly.

You were staying like this for few seconds.

"Sorry that I'm letting you down constantly."

Hux flinched at the sound of his name, he sighed deeply and hugged you back tightly. "It's okay... I am used to this... but maybe gather yourself up and do something with yourself and your behavior, you little brat." He said rubbing your back. "Now go and rest."

You nodded and came back to your chamber. Since you didn't have any packages, you simply flopped on the narrow bed slipping hand under head.

You sighed thinking about few past weeks and about your older brother. You knew deep inside he loved you, but taking his current position he couldn't let himself to show too many emotions.

You even didn't realize when sleep embraced you.

At morning Hux left a little note in your room. ‘You will find me in canteen, sleepy head.’

He was sitting there waiting for you and chatting with two stormtroopers.

"Oh... you finally decided to arrive, sister." Hux said with annoyed tone.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

You were mumbling under your breath as you were running to the canteen.

You already felt in your bones that your brother will be mad. But what was he expecting? That you will be getting up at dawn to just fool around?

You approached Armitage taking seat next to him.

"Sorry..."

Armitage let out a loud sigh and shook his head.

"I thought you will finally change... But what can I expect from you? You always were a black sheep of our family." Hux rolled his eyes sipping on his coffee. "At last eat something and really gather yourself up, finally."

You didn't say a word, just reached for a bread and honey.

"Do you really have to treat me that way? All the time?" You looked at him with a corner of your eye biting on your food.

"I just treat you the way you deserved, Y/N. Look at yourself, what are you doing with your life?" He looked at with frown. "You are only few years younger than me. Look at my position and look at yours." Hux explained, taking sip o his coffee.

You stopped chewing. Thinking for a while, you were glaring at him. You swallowed and drank your coffee.

"You're forgetting that I am not you, Armitage." This time you dared to raise your voice. "I am not perfect. And you good know how difficult it is for a woman or person of color to join First Order. Oh! I forgot! The white boy had privileges since very beginning, huh?! If Snoke would be wiser, he would never give you this position. Just look at you! Who do you think you are?!" You got up hitting the table with fist. “I am not your fucking drudge!" Your words hung in the air while everyone was looking at two of you.

Without any more things to say you turned around and left canteen, not even looking around at your brother.

Hux watched you with anger and disbelief in his eyes. He didn't say a word when you left, he only looked at others. "What are you all staring at?! Get back to your stuff!" Man yelled and looked away before muttering to himself. "What a drama queen..."

Anger was raging in your soul and you weren't paying attention to your direction.

It was a second. You saw a tall dark figure in front of you, and next thing was a strong collision. Shortly after you were on the floor with a pain in your lower back.

"Watch out next time, man!" You yelled.

Black haired man looked down at you.

"You could show some respect, do you realize to whom are you talking to?" He asked and watched you for a bit.

Man didn't recognize you as Hux's sister.

"Who are you? You are not a part of my crew." His voice was deep and dangerous.

You were about to snap something, but it was when you realized who was standing in front of you. It was no one else but Kylo Ren, the commander of the First Order.

You've heard a lot about him. In the Academy, all girls were fangirling about him while men were setting him as a role model.

Sudden blush crept onto your cheeks. Didn't know what to do nor say, you swallowed hardly.

"I am sorry, Sir... I am new here.. They had sent me from Academy for trainings..."

You bit inside of your cheek. The lie wasn't huge, but still, it felt awful to be lying to him. However, at the moment you didn't have any other things use as an emanation.

Brunette grabbed your hand tightly and helped you got up pulled you closer, watching you.

"I didn't hear anything about someone from Academy... but... Let's say I believe you. Listen to me now... You are on my ship, so better behave and show me a respect... Or you won't return to Academy in one piece and it's not a warning." He growled and then let go of your arm.

Kylo gave you last cold gaze, then walked away.

Heart was beating in unbearable pace and you knees became weak. You leant back against the wall to support youself from falling.

"Oh my... Girls won't believe me..." You whispered under your breath.

Shaking all over your body, you came back to you chamber.

After few hours Hux bursted into your chamber. "You are dead. You ou are so dead, Y/N. Kylo is looking for a 'girl from Academy.' How could you told HIM that Academy sent you HERE?!" He asked raising his voice. "He gave order to find you... And you have to go to him. NOW!"

Truth was that your brother pulled you out of thoughtfulness, and you weren't happy.

"Yes. Sure. I'll go to him, but I get to put on my uniform. Could you be so kind and let me change my clothes?" You got up from bed and came to your brother pushing him out of your chamber.

Hux grabbed your hands tightly and pulled you closer. "Listen to me now, you stubborn bitch. You won't join First Order and you have no uniform, so better move your lazy ass to him now or I will forget that we are even related to me and I will bring him your head. As a proof that you were a spy and that you are dead."

His eyes were full of anger but they reminded cold, Hux pushed you out of your chamber.

You couldn't help. You slapped him straight in the cheek.

"Fuck off."

Improving your hair you went ahead, not even knowing where were you going.

Hux just watched you with his eyes wide open. "Guards! This girls is here!" He yelled and walked away.

Two man walked to you and grabbed your arms. "You will come with us. Someone want to see you." One of them said and they started to drag you into direction of Kylo's chamber.

You were expecting his chamber to be huge but definitely not that big.

As soon as you stepped in, the tensed atmosphere embraced you, so your heart pounded harder. You politely gave a sign to guards that you will be okay, so they left you.

You stopped in front of desk. The leather chair was turned with its back to you.

Kylo turned around on chair to face you. His voice was emotionless. "From Academy for trainings?" He asked with his deep voice. "I knew that something's wrong with you..." He said softly and got up from his chair, Kylo started to circle around you. "So... care to tell me who you are? Without laying this time. I don't like strangers here." Brunette explayned taking his lightsaber into hand.

You couldn't help and let out a quiet whimper seeing how he was holding his weapon in hand. The glove on his palm was black like rest of his outfit. Feeling his gaze on you made a cold shiver to rum along your spine.

"My name's Y/N. And.. Yes.. I am from Academy.. They kicked me out, Sir.. I didn't have a place to go.."

Kylo smiled softly, squeezing weapon in his hand. His glove started to crack.

"What just prove that you were laying... They didn't send you here."

He walked to you from behind. "So... How did you get here? This is not some random spaceship." Kylo said right into your ear.

You shivered but tried to stay calm.

"I've.. I took their cruiser, Sir. When no one was watching..."

Feelinh his warm breath on your nape, you closed eyes. You were afraid that he will use his lightsaber to kill you. "Forgive me, Master Ren."

Kylo laughed quietly.

"I am not your Master... And you are still laying... I've read your documents... Someone as weak as you couldn't get here by herself."

He pressed weapon to your lower back. "You know that good girls don't lie?"

You gave a nod.

"Yes.. I know someone here.. I had contact this person and asked for guidelines.. Please, Master.. I can be useful."

You dared to turn your head around. Seeing him that close was like a bliss. You felt a blush which was forming on your cheeks.

Kylo looked into your eyes. He was showing no emotions. "You? Useful? I wonder how."

Brunet slowly moved away and walked back to his desk only to look at you.

"I learn fast. I know some... People. I.. I know coding stuff and similar... Please, give me a chance and you won't regret.."

Before you thought, you started to act.

With a bit of hesitation you walked to him stopping inches from his form. Your hand traveled to his palm clenched on the lightsaber, and you stroked over there.

Kylo watched you. "What are you doing? My one move... And you are dead, woman." He muttered. "What are you trying to achive?"

He didn't know, like everybody else, that you had some special abilities, and that was the reason they didn't throw you out of the Academy.

"I can do stuff. I can make some objects float."

You looked him deep in the eye.

Kylo frowned looking at your face.

"You? You can make some objects float? How? Prove it. Now." He ordered gently pushing you away from him.

You nodded swallowing hardly. Looking around his chamber you noticed few little metal boxes in the left corner.

You looked at them, you focused as much as you were able to.

But nothing happened.

"Shit.." You whispered looking briefly at him.

Kylo laughed and shook his head. He walked to you closer and wrapped his hand around your nape.

"Now... You will leave my chamber. Before I will decide to kill you. And start to show respect, and don't get into my way. Then maybe you will find yourself a safe place here." He growled through clenched teeth.

You trembled when he came closer to you, he was much taller than you. But when he placed his hand to your nape, things got out of control.

You felt familiar tingling in your chest, and when you closed your eyes, an invisible force pushed him away of you. All the things that were placed in the chamber have floated up. Your hair were floating too, like at the invisible blows of wind.

You opened your eyes, and second later everything what was in the air fell down on the floor.

You slowly sank on your knees gasping for air.

Kylo blinked deeply suprised. He watched you carefuly, thinking about stuff that just happened, he knew what it meant.

"Try not to die here. I need to talk with someone about you." Kylo explained before he left chamber.

It took you longer while to get up and walk to his chair. You flopped on it heavily. Your head hurt, your entire body was still trembling. It was very first time when you managed to do something as spectacular.

Armitage was back in canteen, enjoying his little coffee break. He was happy and glad until he was Kylo entering the same room.

"General Hux, I need to talk with you about this girl from Academy."

Hux froze for a moment, then nodded. "What is it? Shell I find someone who will clean mess after killing her, or shall I find the way to get her out of the ship?"

"Of course no. I wanna take her in." Kylo said camly.

Armitage choked with his coffe. He wiped his mouth and looked at Kylo with disbelief. "What are you saying? So now we are taking every stray person that will get here? What if she is a spy? She should die."

"Are you questioning my orders, Hux?! She is staying here! And it's not under any question! It's an Order!" Kylo yelled angrily narrowing his brows.

Hux shuddered and nodded, thinking about you. Apparently your weird 'talent' started to show up again. He nodded his head. "Yes sir... I understand."

"Very well. You will be the one that have to take care of her." Kylo declared before walking away.

When Ren was gone, Hux let out a loud growl and smashed his cup against the wall.

Comfy bed. What an amazing feeling to lay your head down on a pillow.

You were back in your chamber, half conscious after last event in Ren's chember.

He sent you back with an assist of two paramedics.

Now, you were only dreaming of rest, however it was impossible. You heard that husky voice on the corridor, it was no one else but your brother.

"Wake up, you little scum!" Hux yelled at you as he entered the room. "Are you proud of yourslef?! Is it really your life goal to put shame on our family with your stupid abilities?!" He took one of pillows and threw it on you.

"Stop it!" You sat on the bed rubbing your temples. "It's not my fault! He touched me and... It happened! I didn't plan to!" You screamed.

"I don't care! You should control it by now! That's why we sent you to Academy. So you will forgot about them." He walked to you closer and took your face into his cold hands. "Why can't you be normal, sister? Just like you were when we were younger? Why can't you just forget about this and start live like a normal person? Like your only brother..." He asked looking into your eyes.

"You wanna know why? Because I am not Armitage Hux. I am Y/N Hux. And my abilities are so special that you don't understand them. Admit it, you're scared of my force."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Y/N. One thing that I am scared of is that my only sister will get herself killed by joining wrong place, but who cares that Armitage is worried. No one! Because all you see is your fake thoughts that I am the bad one here! I am worried about YOU... MY little sister." He said and sighed deeply, Hux slowly sat down on your bed and rubbed his chin.

You fell down on pillows. "I know. But look. I don't know what to do with all this. It's scaring me. I can't recognize myself anymore. In the Academy they told me my force is too strong to be subjugated..." You let your eyes closed. "Now we can do nothing. Master Ren wants me to stay here. I don't know what is he planning."

"He is not your master... That's firstly. Second, I don't know, too. He only ordered me to take care of you." Hux sighed sadly and looked at you. "Come here... Hug from older brother?"

You looked him in the eye. U willingly, you sat back again and hugged to him. "I am tired. Can I sleep now?" You asked being nestled to his chest.

Hux hugged you and gently stroked your hair. "Yes. Sure you can, little one. In case if something will happen, I am in my room." He kissed your forehead before he left.

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Hidden treasure || Part II

Part I

Words: 1663

Warnings: language, cursing, violence against the reader.

SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you’ve been sent back to Hux. He’s pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?

Author: Cass & Rouge

Kylo was sitting in his chair thinking about you. If your abilities were that strong it was such a shame that you were waisting them.

If you would agree, he would gladly took you in. You really impressed him by this accident.

Kylo spent few more hours thinking about your case until he made a permanent decision.

You woke up in the middle of night covered in cold sweat. You were gasping shivering all over your body. Not knowing what to do with yourself you went to your bathroom to wash your face. As you did, you got dressed and then left your chamber. You knew you won't be able to fall asleep again, so you thought you will lurk along the ship checking everything.

He sensed you easily. Your force was strong in you. He got up from his seat, he left his chamber. Kylo saw you on one of corridors few moments later.

He walked to you quietly, so you didn't notice his presence.

"Aren't you scared to walk like this here? Alone?" brunette asked standing few steps from you.

You almost jumped hearing his voice. You turned to face Kylo.

"I am not afraid." Your voice was firm. You pulled your jacket more on your shoulders.

He shook his head smiling a bit. "But you are still scared like a little cat. Please, come with me." Kylo said offering his arm to you.

You hesitated but finally you took his arm and followed him.

"You have a power in you. Raw. How did you learn to control this?" You asked softly

"Years of hard training." He said simply. "And you? How it's possible that you have such a strong power? How is it possible that I have never met you before?"

You stopped.

"It's.."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't want to admit Hux was your brother. Firstly, because he would kill you. Second, you haven't ever felt like a part of Hux family.

"Since I was a child I was manifesting some special powers.. I couldn't control it."

You looked at him only to lower head shortly after.

Kylo listened to you carefully. "Than why you didn't try to tame it? It's so strong... So unbridled that it's a shame that I didn't get you into my hands earlier... I want to teach you, I want you to grow strong under my wings." He said proudly.

You smirked sadly. "They tried to tame it. It didn't work. I don't think it's gonna work."

You walked to the wall and leant your forearm against it.

"I won't try to tame it. I will teach you how to keep it under your control and I will show you, how strong you can get. Trust me. I will show you how perfect your ability is." Kylo said and looked at you with his cold gaze. "I want to give you a chance to be someone, to be by my side as my apprentice."

Thoughts were running in your mind, all at once.

After few moments you gave a nod.

"Yes.. Whatever you say, Master."

Your heart stopped in the second you spotted how Armitage came out of next corridor.

"Good... My precious apprentice." Kylo mumbled and put hand to your cheek. "You will be wonderful, my dear."

Kylo looked over his shoulder in the direction you were staring. "Hux, don't you have anything else to do? What do you want?"

Armitage looked at you and Kylo in shock, he cleared his throat. "I... I wanted to talk with this girl."

Slightly shake of your head had to give Armitage a negative signal. "Don't." You tried to connect with Armitage through mind bond, but you failed. You good knew what he was going to do now. "Don't you see I'm talking with commander Ren at the moment?" Instinctively, you took a little step backwards as you spoke loudly.

"Only thing that I see is a little fucking brat that tries to join wrong place. I wanna talk with MY sister!" Hux growled loudly.

Kylo blinked and looked at you with confused gaze. "With sister? You are Hux's sister?!"

Escape. Now. As soon as this thought went through your mind, you turned around, you started to run wanting to be as far from them as possible.

"Stop!" Kylo raised his hand using force to stop you from running away.

"Thank you, Kylo..." Hux said slowly approaching Ren. "Let me take care of this scum." Armitage walked to you and grabbed your arm tightly, then Kylo let you out of his force reach. "You are going with me now!" Hux growled and forced you to follow him.

You looked over your shoulder at Kylo. With pale lips you only managed to mumble "I'm sorry."

Kylo watched both of you, frowning.

You were jerking strongly trying to free your arm from Hux's grasp.

"Let go! Let go!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Hux yelled and threw you into your chamber. When you were laying on the floor, Hux kicked you right into the stomach. "I have. Enough. Of. Your. Idiotic. Dreams. Bitch."

One by one, words were leaving his mouth. Kick, and then another word, kick then and another word, and like this for few minutes.

"You will never join the First Order. You are nothing. You are nothing than the disappointment for our family! Even parents couldn't look at you, that's why they've sent you away!" Hux growled as he pulled you up only to hit you in the face.

You barely could keep your eyes open. With swollen lips you whispered: "One day you'll be the one to beg me for a mercy, and I'll show it to you by wiping you out with all available cruelty I'll be disposing."

As he was holding you strongly by your throat, you snapped your fingers. In the same moment the knife that was on your nightstand floated to you immediately. You grabbed the hilt and with an agile movement you put it to Hux's throat. "You can take everything I have, or you can brake everything I am like I am made of glass, but you'll never own me."

Hux grabbed the knife and threw it away. "Listen to me, scum. I won't break you, I will kill you. I can't believe I have you as my sister!" He yelled before next few punches.

Hux threw you on the floor finally. "I don't have a sister anymore. Father was right... Instead of sending you away he should kill you like he was planning to." With these words, Hux left you alone.

It was like forever to you before you managed to crawl out of your chamber. Two stormtroopers have found you on the floor in puddle of blood. They had the order to bring you straight to Snoke's throne room.

"Where is she?" Kylo asked joining Hux.

"She is... Fine. She is in her room." Hux muttered hiding fists in his pockets.

Kylo only nodded. "Good. Everything's ready, general?"

"Yes. Invasion is ready, stormtroopers are ready. We only wait at you." Hux explained and looked at Kylo. "Can we start?"

"Yes, I am ready too." He said. "What do we know about them?"

"Rebellion base. A single one on that little planet ahead." Hux pointed on the nearest window. In front of the ship there was a planet nearby.

Hux crossed arms behind his back. "We will crush them. I took care of your ship, it's ready to use."

Kylo gave him a look. "Good."

Water. It tasted amazing. Someone was holding back of your head helping you to quench your thirst.

You rolled eyes as the wave of pain hit your head.

"Young Y/N."

Strong voice said firmly. Shorty after came sonorous laughter.

You opened your eyes wider.

Snoke. You haven't seen him before, but you knew it was him.

Snoke beared much resemblance to a human being with fairly pinkish skin and bright blue eyes. He had age spots and a large wound on his left cheek. He was dressed in a golden robe.

"Supreme Leader Snoke..." You mumbled quietly.

His eyes were still on you as he raised his palm to call one of his praetorians. "Bring Ren to me. Now."

Kylo looked surprised when he heard that Snoke had wanted to see him. He sighed heavily and went to meet with his master, he wasn't really happy thinking about this meeting.

Kylo entered the room. "You wanted to see me, Master?" Brunette asked, taking a knee and looking at Snoke.

"Some rumors came to my ears. That mighty Kylo Ren isn't able to tame a single forlorn girl."

Snoke's eyes was drilling Kylo's figure like he would have wanted to reach straight into Ren's soul.

"My young apprentice," Supreme Leader started, "You've been chosen. I want you to take care of our young Y/N. You'll train her, as well as our other recruits. And you'll make sure she has everything she needs in a reach of her hand. She's truly special, endowed with an extraordinary power. We have to reforge it into our secret weapon."

Brunette flinched a little bit. "Of course that I can tame a single forlorn girl... It's not my fault that she is Hux's sister." Kylo tried to explain himself. He nodded his head looking down. "Yes, Master. I will do everything that I can to take good care of her."

"It only helps that she's his sister. You need to fan her rage towards him. It has to spread. She's the spark of conflagration that will burn the Resistance. Along with you, young Solo."

Snoke rose from his throne, and walked to Kylo. He stopped in front of him leaning down.

"I hope I am not mistaken entrusting you with this task. If you'll let me down, I'll make sure to show you what real suffer means."

Snoke turned with his back to Kylo.

"Now go. Destroy that rebels base. You know what to do later."

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