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His little wife

Yandere! Shock trooper x reader

TW: for delusion, unconsensual relationship, homicidal thinking, wishing harm on others, yandere themes

They were meant for eachother, he was sure.

Angler knew he should've probably at least properly introduced himself before concluding so, but how couldn't they be? She was so lovely, sweet, and gentle. Perfect for him. He would do anything to keep her safe, to keep her comfortable and happy in their life together. His perfect little wife.

Well, once he had that set up for them.

Being a shock trooper with a packed schedule and little time off didn't help in the ways of courting one's love, but he was determined.

All the trooper could really do right now was bide his time, keeping his beloved safe from all that threatened her in the meantime.

Like that male friend of hers, always wanting to be so close and personal. Angler knew what he was really after, even if his girl was too good-hearted and trusting to believe it herself. He was proud of how convincing he had made that speeder crash look.

Or her landlord, who was always coming around when he wasn't wanted. Not only making his baby uncomfortable, but very nearly walking in on Angler when he had been going through her laundry basket on one of his breaks.

The shock trooper had needed his brother's help for this one, (seeing as the man owned several properties on Coruscant and therefore had many connections that would notice him missing) but they were no strangers to this game, the guard had him out of her life in a matter of days.

He smiled to himself as Coruscant skyway whizzed by him, taking a few turns down a familiar route. He liked her new landlady, a sweet, older Twi'lek who seemed to care for her genuinely. Not as much as he did, of course, but it was nice to know someone was looking out for his impressionable sweetheart when he couldn't. Plus, he was sure she was the type to let her out of her lease pretty easily when the time came for him to move her out of that run down complex and into somewhere nicer, somewhere their's.

Angler finally came to a stop, parking his speeder in an alleyway he knew had the perfect view. The trooper removed his helmet, propping his elbows up on the handle bars and resting his chin in his hands. He gazed up at her window, watching as she read on her couch.

Sometimes he liked to imagine, when they spent time like this, that they were the two protagonists in one of those forbidden romance novels she kept on her small bookshelf. Him waiting outside her window to talk sweet nothings to her under cover of darkness, to which she would come down and grant him a kiss.

He supposed the love they shared was forbidden, in a way, but he couldn't care less. In all his existence he had never felt so whole as he had when she had talked to him, the day they'd met. She had been so warm, so genuinely caring to a clone she didn't know.

He needed her, and it had become glaringly obvious that she needed him just as much.

It might've driven him crazy, the waiting, but there had been whispers, recently. Rumors of a place far away from Coruscant, where the clones could bring the ones they cared for, for those that no longer held loyalty for the Republic. A number that grew by the day.

It wasn't so much that Angler held no care for the cause he had pledged himself to from conception, it was only that his loyalty now rested solely with her, as it always should have been.

But no matter, soon, he would be making that up to her tenfold. Soon, she would finally know his love for her.

Finally, all his.

His little wife.

Saving Grace

Yandere Coruscant guard x reader

Pt.1

TW: for suggestive themes, yandere themes, murder attempt of major characters, obsession at first meeting,

(Very slow updates)

You sighed, trying to shake the drowsiness that seemed to stick to you like gum. You woke up a little late today. Scratch that, you had woken up exactly on time, but fallen back asleep almost just as quick. Luckily for you, it didn't affect your trip too much (seeing as you had learned to walk at a clip when you needed to) other than putting a bit of anxiety about getting to your job on time behind your actions.

Hoisting your work bag on your shoulder, you enjoyed the feeling of the wind whizzing by the open air transport as you lazily watched the guards patrolling the car in front of yours. They were doing what they usually did, checking tickets and making sure that no one was causing too much of a ruckus.

You rather liked the patterns and colors of the guards armor; one with stripes and the other with more of a color block paint job. They entered your car with a swipe of a security card, coming in silently and beginning to ask for tickets. Nodding blankly, you dug around your bag for your pass, only looking up when you heard a man raising his voice.

“I don't have to show you anything, clone.”

You turned to glare at him, only in time to see him shove the guard with the striped armor. Hard.

So hard he fell right past you and off the transport all together.

You gasped, grabbing for him without thinking. Catching his arm, you felt yourself lurch forward from his weight, falling to your knees as you tried to stop him from falling into the seemingly endless void of Coruscant traffic.

His helmet was gone in an instant, knocked loose by the blow and disappearing into the flow of cars.

His terrified eyes bore into yours as you struggled not to fall over yourself, trying desperately to pull him back to safety.

Your fingers felt like they were on fire as they dug into the space between his vambrace and elbow plate, only able to grip onto the black body glove underneath

Finally, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back from the edge by the waist, helping you succeed in pulling the guard up onto the shuttle once more.

He pushed himself up as his brother ran back down the train after his almost killer.

“Oh my god,” You panted, still on your hands and knees as you tried to catch your breath, “Are you alright?”

He was shaking, tears streaming down his face as he stared, looking in shock at the ground in front of him.

Your expression softened, tears of your own welling in your eyes for the man.

You reached over, resting your hand softly on his arm, “Hey,”

That made him look up at you, eyes unfocused for a moment before they widened, taking you in. They then moved to the hand you still had on his arm, making you blush.

You took it away quickly, “Sorry!”

The trooper shook his head, his own cheeks turning a bit red.

You both just looked at each other for a minute. It made you shift uncomfortably, unsure of if you should be the one to break eye contact first. Reprieve came in the form of the transport's robotic voice calling your stop, making you stand quickly. You felt bad for leaving him just sitting there, drying tears on his face in a transport full of strangers, but you didn't know what else to do.

You really needed this job.

“Sorry- sir, it's, um, my stop.” You said quickly, waving a bit as you stepped off, free of the once terrifying now awkward interaction.

You felt eyes on your back until the transport started moving again, leaving you mostly alone on the platform.

Von was in love.

He laughed to himself, feeling over the places she had touched him. Von felt himself twitch under his codpiece as his breathing became more ragged.

She was perfect. His perfect little savior. So soft and sweet, unlike her surroundings. Such a disgusting city didn't deserve someone like her, but he thanked the stars she was here anyways.

He hadn't been able to get her flustered face out of his mind since his brothers had brought him back to the barracks to recover from the attempt on his life. He had just been laying there for a few minutes, fantasies of her circling his thoughts as he stared into nothing.

Oh she was adorable.

The way she was so worried about him after getting him to safety, her sad little whimpers as she attempted to get him and all 70 pounds of his armor back onto the platform, how she flushed when she'd touched him.

He wondered how she'd blush when he touched her, knowing just the right spots to make her-

"Von, brother? You doing alright?" Hack called from the doorway, looking concerned.

He nodded, smiling and assuring the other clone, "I'm fine! Thanks, brother."

The blond clone nodded, "Just wanted to make sure,"

He walked back out into the hall, leaving his sibling once more, "You've been in there for hours."