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thejediscrolls · 8 months

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Love In Silence

Marrok x I’m no Jedi reader

A powerful match.

Angst / Fluff

1 year ago

“You wish for me to work with… Him?” I motioned to the tall dark figure.

His posture was tilted downwards to the left, as if he didn’t have a care in the world… It irked me.

But those were the first words I ever said in the presence of Marrok. I remember that clearly.

“The force has showed me the truth. I have seen it my padawan, you two would be more formidable together.” My master Baylan stood beside Shin.

I stared at the masked man who hasn’t even said a word. Why isn’t he saying anything?

“Wouldn’t Shin be a better fit?” I motioned to the girl who was like a sister to me. She raised her brow at me and I gave her a shrug.

“No. Shin still has much to learn about the ways of the force.” Baylan explained.

I crossed my arms as I turned away from the inquisitor, “You know I work better alone.”

“Yes and that is something we must fix.” Baylan sighed, “You must learn this for when you train your own padawan.”

“But Master-” I began to say something, but he cut me off with a raise of his hand.

“That is enough.” My master’s voice darkened and I knew then that I had to obey, “Do as I say, padawan.”

I bowed my head, “Yes master.”

“Shin come with me.” Baylan motioned for her to follow which she did, but not before passing by me with a smirk as if to say… Good luck.

I huffed as the door closed and my attention travel back to the inquisitor.

“Do you have anything to say?” I asked him with my arms crossed.

Silence.

I waved one of my hands about with an annoyed expression on my face, “Do you talk at all?”

Silence.

“Well this is going to be fun.” I sighed as I took a seat.

Just perfect…

Eight months later and I was still attached to the tall inquisitor. Nothing I seemed to do would make him leave. Not to mention the fact that it was like talking to a ship wall.

“This isn’t working!” I yelled, as I used the force to throw a boulder off a cliff.

We were on a planet as we waited for our next orders to free Morgan. It was filled with much crash and cliffs that overlooked a massive sea. It was away from any civilization which made it easier for me to throw boulders during my tantrums.

“You need to focus.” My master held in a sigh as he watched the two of us spar.

He’s been trying for months to make us fight as if we were one and yet the only thing we have managed to do is not slice each others heads off with our lightsabers.

“I am focused, but him!” I motioned to the cocky man who has not said one word to me for months, “He’s not following anything I’m telling him, he’s just doing his own thing! It’s… It’s frustrating!”

“To fight together is to follow each others movements. To know one another.”

“But I don’t know him! And he hasn’t said one word to me to even try to know me. And- and just look at him!” I motioned to the way he stood so nonchalant as if he had better things to do with his time.

Maybe he did, but I sure as the force didn’t care.

I groaned, “All I get from him is that cocky stance and brooding nature. What am I supposed to do with that?”

I glanced over at Shin who was trying not to laugh at my demise, but failed to hide the smirk on her face.

“I see you.” I glared at her to which her smirk grew.

Baylan shook his head, “I’m sending you both on a mission.”

“What?” I looked back towards our master, “A mission? But we’re not ready.”

“You need to find a way to work together before Morgan is freed or else we’ll have a bigger problem on our hands. Now.” Baylan pulled out his data pad, showing coordinates to a shipment yard on the world we’re currently on.

“I need you both to secure some parts for the ship. I’m sure you both can handle that.” Baylan raised an eyebrow.

“Yes master.” I said and this time I held in my sigh as I headed to my speeder.

“Try to keep up.” I muttered to Marrok as I hoped onto my speeder and took off.

I didn’t look back to see if he was, I could tell he was behind me as I felt his force signature.

I can’t believe I have to do a task as simple as this. I thought as I stopped behind a hill.

Over it was a shipment yard that were filled with workers from this planet.

“We’ll have to wait until night.” I spoke softly, before getting comfortable against the plushness of the grassy hill.

“I’d say we can talk about ourselves, but that would be a waste.” I muttered as I closed my eyes.

He didn’t respond of course, but I could hear the annoyance in his voice as he let out a huff. I could hear him make himself more comfortable a few feet away from me and I decided Now was a better time then any to take a nap.

A touch more gentler then I expected awoke me as I blinked back the heaviness of sleep. I looked up to find Marrok towering over me, his armor glinting in the moonlight.

“Are you going move?” I asked to which I received a shake of his head as he stood up and began to walk.

I followed the silent inquisitor as we made our way down to the shipment yard which was now relatively empty aside from a few security guards here and there.

“This is what we need. I’ll find these two parts and you find this one.” I handed him the data pad with the list, “You head that way and I’ll go this way. I’ll comm you when I’m done and if anything goes south, head back to the speeders.” I told him before walking off.

It was almost too easy finding the first part I needed and I was glad that it was small enough to shove into my back pack. Now the other part… The other one was safely tucked away behind a security building making it nearly impossible with the guards blocking its way.

Should I comm Marrok? I wondered, but immediately shook my head at the thought. I didn’t need him. I can do this on my own.

It seemed simply enough in my head. Sneak past the guards, grab the panel and make a quick break for it. Now I just need a distraction…

I looked around and found a grate. I used the force to lift it before sending it in a direction far enough from me. I could tell the guards took the bait as they immediately unholstered their blasters to check out the noise. I snuck by the moment their backs were turned and felt a rush through me when I grabbed the panel.

I did it!

Or so I thought I did…

A sharp pain in my gut had me dropping the panel as a young guard stood five feet away, his hands shaking vigorously as he stood there with a mixture of shock and fear.

“Nice… Shot.” I muttered as I fell to my knees.

I lifted my wrist up to my lips as I commed Marrok a simple command, “Run.”

“Don’t move!” The young guard yelled, “Who are you calling? Are there more of you?!”

I shook my head, “Just me kid.”

“I don’t believe you! We shoot thieves around here!” He yelled as he took a wobbly step towards me.

I motioned to my gut with a cringe, “I can see that. So why not finish the job?”

“I am!” He yelled and he seemed so certain of himself as he pointed the weapon at me again.

I closed my eyes and hoped that Marrok had gotten far away from here with at least one of the parts. Better one then nothing. I thought as I felt sadness flood through me. Of course this had to be the way I go instead of for something I believe in.

I waited for the final shot, but the sound was not what I expected as I heard a lightsaber ignite.

I opened my eyes to find Marrok killing the young guard in an easy motion before swiftly making his way to my side. He carefully picked me up in his arms and grabbed the panel before casually making his way out of the shipment yard. I could make out the bodies of a dozen guards as he walked by them without a care.

“I thought I told you to run.” I muttered as I began to feel the heavy weight of sleep take over me.

The last thing I heard from him was a rumble in his chest as he let out a deep, “Hm.”

Now

The ship was silent as we were being transported to a factory carrying a hyperdrive we will need. This will help us grateful in our attempt to build a spacecraft great enough to get us to Grand Admiral Thrawn. I leaned my head back against my seat as I tried to deal with the unsettling feeling in my gut.

I glanced over to my partner. To say that things have changed greatly in a year between us would be an understatement. After that night at the shipment yard where he risked his life to save mine… Something formed between us that brought us closer together. To say I was now attached to the silent inquisitor was absolutely true.

“Marrok…” I spoke his name, my tone growing much more gentler with him after these past few months.

I made sure to keep my voice low so that the droid pilot I call Lindt and Marrok’s battle droid wouldn’t pick up on our conversation as I waited for Marrok to respond.

The slight tilt of his head told me to continue.

I traced his helmet with my eyes, taking in details I have already memorized.

“Do you think we’re really going to find the… Grand Admiral Thrawn?” I whispered.

He didn’t give me an answer, but he listened and that was all I needed from him. I have since grown used to his silence and small hm’s as the days carried on. Before it had annoyed me to no end, but now… Now it has brought me an odd comfort in my life that I never thought I needed.

“I’m worried.” I continued as I turned my face from him to hide the guilt on my face at even speaking against my master and Morgan’s wishes.

But with him, I felt like I could tell him anything.

“I’m scared that we may be doing something wrong here… That the Grand Admiral is not supposed to be found.” I sighed as I closed my eyes, “I don’t know if my master can see the signs through the force and I know that I shouldn’t be questioning his wisdom, but I can’t help… But question all of this.”

A small part of me worried that he would stick his lightsaber through my chest and end me for good.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything…” I muttered sheepishly.

I was going to let the silence continue and pray silently to the force that hopefully he wouldn’t relay this to the others, but then…

I felt his gloved fingers dance across my arm before finding his hand found it’s rightful place in the palm of my hand and I knew from that touch he wouldn’t whisper what I said to any other soul.

The comforting squeeze of his hand brought a small smile to my face and a calmness that spread over my heart. I leaned my head on his shoulder as his thumb brushed against my hand.

“Thank you.” I murmured.

“We will be docking in one minute.” Lindt called out as he began our short descent.

“Thank you Lindt.” I said as I stood up, “I’ll go with you.” I told Marrok as I grabbed my lightsaber.

Except Marrok was already in front of me, gently stopping me with a placement of his hand on my shoulder.

“But what if something happens to you?” I asked worriedly, “How will we protect each other if we’re apart?”

He only shook his head and I knew that his order was final. We felt the motion of the ship dock, Marrok gently holding my waist to keep me steady.

My shoulders slumped in defeat, “I don’t want you to go alone… I want to be with you.” I muttered selfishly.

He gently placed his helmet against my forehead and I took a deep breath as another calm wave washed over me.

“Alright, but be safe and… Come back to me.” I stated, pressing a light kiss to his helmet.

A small hm could be heard from his modulator before he turned and descended the ship with one of his battle droids.

“I’ve been ordered to take us to a safe distance until Marrok is ready for pickup.” Lindt said.

“Alright.” I nodded as I took my seat once again.

I closed my eyes and felt his signature through the force, praying that everything will go smoothly… Minutes that turned into an hour passed and my growing anxiety to get to Marrok grew as I waited for the blinking light of the comms to signal he was done.

“It shouldn’t be too long now, right Lindt?” I asked the pilot droid.

“By my calculations, everything should be ready in about ten minutes.” Lindt stated.

I nodded my head with a sigh of relief. That didn’t sound so bad. I could wait for that…

But then I felt something different in the force and I knew then that there was a Jedi present.

“Something’s wrong. We need to get to Marrok now.” I told Lindt.

“But I was ordered to-” Lindt began to say, but I spoke over him.

“I don’t care. I’m telling you right now we have to go.” I urged and I was grateful when Lindt took off, flying the ship to the meeting point.

All I could feel was intense anxiety and fear as the ramp opened to find Marrok battling against a Jedi… Not just any Jedi, but Ahsoka Tano.

I urged him through the force to stop fighting and get on the ship and I was grateful when he did because knowing him… He would fight until his death and that was something I did not want to see.

I grabbed onto him the moment he stepped onto the ship as I looked him over. I could see him staring out at Ahsoka. I turned to the Jedi and watched as Marrok summoned his lightsaber towards us, something that Ahsoka easily dodged.

“I’ve only heard stories about her. She is powerful.” I murmured as I turned away from her to check for any wounds, “Are you alright?”

He nodded his head once and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw he had not been harmed. He held his own against a powerful Jedi and that my chest fill up with pride.

I placed my hand on the side of his helmet, tilting his head down to look at me, “You did well.” I spoke with a softly smile as I felt his fingers graze along my sides, “But I’m not leaving you alone again. Like Master Baylan said, we are more formidable together.”

Who would have thought my master would be right?

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 6 months

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Trick or Treat!!

Do you remember that time in Wrath of Darth Maul when Talzin took a little nick of Maul's blood, then later used it in the Talisman of Finding given to Savage to retrieve his lost, unhinged brother from Lotho Minor after some jerk Jedi cut him in half?

What if that's not all Talzin used Maul's blood for?

Pairing: Nightsister Reader x Shadowperson Maul Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,534 words Warnings: Grief mention, dub con, power dynamics, dps, necromancy, horror imagery Notes: A current knowledge of Star Wars: Ahsoka is required to best understand the insinuations here. The "Reader" character plays with perspective to put you in the driver's seat, but she exists in canon.

Summary: Alone on your ancestral homeworld, Dathomir, you call to the spirits of your long-dead sisters, but something else answers instead.

Black spheres are an omen, you remember, staring up at Dathomir’s twin moons for the first time, your feet firmly planted on ancestral soil:

A cryptic portent writ into the book of Gethzerion by another of your kin before the tome was lost, but what was lost can be reclaimed. The thought harries you, tugging at your skirts like the spirited winds that trundle through Dathomir’s peaks. The air tastes of ash and dirt, humid with the bog reek of the endless grave thorn forests whose silent, empty pods sway above your passage towards the mountain.

Your ship is mired in the swamp behind you.

There is no way out. No way back. Only forward into an uncertain future.

The cold breath of opened graves breathes new life into everything that slumbers when your footsteps lead you into the temples of your fallen sisters.

You’ve never been here before, but the spirits that plague your dreams mapped the way across the stars from core worlds to the Quelli sector, beckoning you back to red shores and silent peaks on a pilgrimage to find nothing at all —

Nothing save the dead.

The carved effigies to the ancient mothers await, staring down at you with dark eyes and distended mouths, and everywhere, everything is at unrest. The Force churns. Nothing lives here but the memory of the old ways persists.

You hear it in the echoes and whispers, disembodied and powerless.

The mountain is a mausoleum.

Bones everywhere.

Trampled.

Piled and burned otherwise by soldier’s hands. Men. Handling the bodies of sacred warriors who should have been dressed and placed with care into their hanging coffins to rise again when beckoned to their fulfill their duty:

Death is not the end.

Death is a threshold.

You know this.

But you’ve never understood dishonour until you see the bones of your sacrificed sisters scattered and piled and broken and charred. They died defending Dathomir. They died with honour. Disgraced in death.

You feel their loneliness.

Their rage.

Their hunger to be avenged.

Empty eye sockets stare from all corners of the old lair, bones bleached and flesh desiccated. No power here. Nothing left. Not a drop of the ichor for your dry hands, dusted with their ashes and their dead flesh so lovingly caressed.

Arise.

Awake, you beckon them —

No one listens.

They were never properly prepared.

You sink to your knees.

You lie down.

The Force drifts in eddies, but the dead offer no wisdom and no answers. Alone and abandoned without answers or even solutions.

You find stillness among your dead kindred, curled there on the dusty red floor of your ancestral home, awaiting a sign that your journey has meaning and that not everything is lost —

Not the books, nor the legends, nor the voices of the fallen, hours passing as gloomy day drifts to dreary night while the ghasts creep from their cave dwellings and the feeble light finally wanes.

It takes everything in you to rise from the hard stone cavern where you’d slumped, curled into yourself, fingernails raking through red dust with your cheek to the dirt as if your tears alone might offer relief where there is none. The ache runs deep. Grief is a bottomless well. The Dark Side offers only anger to fill the empty places.

On Dathomir, nights are long and the darkness remembers an older world, where the sounds of distant predators creep from their hiding places to hunt the weak beyond the mountain.

You build a fire so you can better see what lurks in the little crannies. Beyond it, the shadows splay up the cavern walls, pulling long streaks of graduated black from the shrines and braziers, the windows where the Nightsisters dwelled little better than a columbarium.

All is silent, the flames flickering red and orange and yellow. The mists shift across the water but there is no ichor. You wish you could feel it — that archaic power spoke of in the sacred texts.

You’ve never understood loneliness. The Force has always provided, its unerring presence a constant in your life, but maybe there is a lesson here: in order to understand what you’re missing, you must first face death in all its many acts of decomposition: what you’ve found in your dismay is a civilization buried.

Wasted.

You’ve never felt anything like it. It creeps into the hollows of your being with little black tendrils, the shadows surrounding you breathing closer as the flames flicker, emboldened by your inaction.

You can’t feel them, and distracted by the way your power strains around you at the discomfort of so much nothing, you don’t feel the interloper’s presence until it’s too late.

You don’t belong here, it whispers, rising the down on the back of your neck. Your kind is dead, my dear.

Your voice echoes through the chamber. “Who’s there? Show yourself, stranger.”

Laughter trickles; disembodied and floating to the ceiling, from the crevasses, across the river. It’s everywhere — he is everywhere.

No Nightsister would dare threaten one of their descendants.

The warmth of your body beneath your ceremonial wrappings attracts it, maybe, or the blaze of the flame after so long without light in dark places. The fire gutters — little better than a candle when the wind rises like a breath moaning through the ancient cavern.

The fire shivers, ash and cinder scattering. You feel it finally:

The old. The forgotten. The rage that drives it.

Unfamiliar.

Embers bank the walls, sending up sparks revealing nothing at all as you twist to look over your shoulder. Nothing there. No spirits. No magicks.

But how easy it was to forget the first lesson as the cold slither that passes your toes and ensnares your ankles in dark tendrils:

Some shadow things persist even when you remove the light that casts them.

The fire dies, and you’re plunged into darkness as your body jerks forward through the dirt, a swirl of embers revealing the after-image of a figure that wavers before you feel the smothering heft absent a body. He’s on top of you: an impression of broad shoulders, a smear of limbs that might’ve once been a man flinging you onto your stomach, the elongated spears stretching from the crown of his head, the weight of your face is pressed into the dirt where you left tears like offerings but not your scraped skin.

Horns, you think.

A Nightbrother, or what’s left of him.

This is my world now, the voice growls into your ear.

He jerks you forward, intent on instilling fear where you only feel indignation.

Let this be a lesson from an old Master: no one trespasses.

A tongue of shadow licks across your chin and down your throat into the folds of your robes. It’s cold. And the shadow creature is a pervert. You shiver against the intrusion, flesh pebbling against the sensation.

“Dathomir is not your inheritance, demon,” you tell it, your muscles rigid and straining against the strength in those shadowy tendrils that brace you against the floor.

His voice reverberates, humming through your skull. My claim is stronger. I was born here.

He could beat you until you broke beneath him. He could suffocate you with darkness. But he doesn’t.

Perhaps you already know the answer why.

A flicker of shadow coils up your thigh, licking over your backside and around your waist. Finger of shade raking through your hair. Investigating. Seeking something familiar from the foreign. Perhaps it’s power he craves — dominion over the matriarchs that kept him subservient. Perhaps revenge.

Despite your resilience, your breathing hitches when the sensation tickles over the shell of your ear. You grimace.

“You’re trapped here,” you tell him. “All alone in the darkness. No living soul to offer you entertainment.”

The spindles of shadow wrapping you tighten, rising you up to your knees and binding your movements. Like ropes, they notch closer, squeezing your flesh into contortions that make it difficult to draw breath. It’s uncomfortable, and meant to threaten, but he’s toying with you in a way that makes you think he’s interested… or perhaps it’s been too long since he’s touched anything living.

Maybe he misses it.

“If that’s all you can accomplish, then I suggest you remember your place.”

His laughter reverberates down your spine, curling around your bones as easily as if he could sink into your body through your clothes. The fabric flutters, plucked by so many invisible fingers that you realize the lack of substance doesn’t mean he can’t choose for himself the form he takes.

Witch, your threats are misplaced. I am no servant. I do not obey.

Prideful thing. You remember the old ways. The old teachings. The efforts to power that maintained equilibrium.

“What’s your name?”

A glance at your pinned wrists reveal a slant of shadow across your skin — the strength in his grip unyielding. This was a warrior, once. You are certain. You remember the vitriol, the rage.

I — he falters.

The strain in the silence ripples into waves that break across your body, and then in shivers.

Anger threatens. I do not remember.

“Perhaps you weren’t given one.”

No. I had a mother.

“You’re a spirit, then.”

An echo. A collection of impressions absent memory to bind them.

“A shadow.”

A shadow, he agrees. Whatever is left when the body dies and the soul cannot evanesce.

Interesting. Nightbrothers believe in something different — lands of plenty. A place steeped in bounty.

“Have you no body? No anchor to resurrect under the right conditions?”

The hesitation costs him, because there is much revealed of longing through silence.

You have no such power over the ichor.

“That was not my question.”

A lilting hesitation. In another place, perhaps. A long way from here. Bones are brittle, but the mechanics — he trails away. I do not know why that preoccupies me.

Dust trickles across the floor, like sand flittering over dunes at a distance — pulled in glittering, dark waves that dance in swirls as he stirs them with his near-translucent fingers. He’s the wind. He’s everywhere. He is nothing.

And more:

He is lonely.

You understand it as surely as you sense the feeling that lingers: wasted potential. A wasted life. Pushed around by forces greater than him. But you can sense him. You feel him, as sure as the nexus. Intriguing.

“Perhaps it is purpose you’re missing,” you suggest, a plan formulating.

Destiny.

The sound shudders around you, trilling down your arms and across your belly, notching between your legs to puddle with the vibration. The air around you moves with the word, and you know it’s significant to him, even if he can’t remember the particulars. You shudder with the tremulous air, your bindings loosened just enough that you can feel how his grip has left you tender. And, heartbeat throbbing in the places where he touched you, you find enough slack to turn your head.

“Yes.”

The Force stirs, the nexus restless. Everything churns and you know, somehow, that this moment was fated. He did not bring you here, but perhaps the Mothers wished you to find him — this lost son of Dathomir — to give him new purpose.

You watch him, visible only on the periphery of your sight as his density gathers strength, layers sliding together like sheaves to create form from nothing. So powerful. So eager.

“Shadows shouldn’t have strength,” you tell him. “But you are more than that, aren’t you?”

He hesitates again. Perhaps he is trying to remember.

“Would you like to be, stranger?” you ask him.

Carefully, you tug a hand free. Lifting it, you raise your fingers in a familiar gesture — a curve of your digits and you slide into that in-between where green flickers edge the darkness.

Something lingers.

Something special in this one.

Tread carefully, witch, he murmurs. You’ll find this form isn’t so receptive to your tender ministrations.

Ichor shimmers along the outline of his figure — nebulous and uncertain, but bearing markings of a life half-remembered, obscured by tragedy and distance.

You strain, the effort leaving sweat beading along your brow, but the sensation catches all at once, and tugs him into you, dissolving on a breath that rains ichor around you in delicate, green shimmers.

Magick lives on in him, even without form or substance. You feel the being’s shudder. It warbles on the air around you, landing like an unsteady hand on your shoulder as if to brace himself.

“So many would shatter without a Nightsister’s blessings. You must have curried great favour from the clan Mothers,” you murmur, appreciative of the show.

Quiet punctuates his hesitation.

“I can help you.”

The words hang.

Presumably if I extend the same courtesies, he murmurs.

A smile threatens. You bow your head, acquiescing.

Indeed.

“There is a word in old Dathomiri I think might suit you nicely,” you tell him.

To what purpose?

“Something to call you, if it suits. A courtesy.”

Another hesitation.

“It is tradition that to Name something confers power to it. A grace of not forgetting that it is known, and appreciated.”

A squeeze, and tendrils slither — a myriad of serpentine limbs drawing you closer into the offset where his edges blur and deepen, a form coming together without details or features, only the rough timber of his voice to guide your chin upward as if he’d crooked a finger beneath your chin.

I will not call another ‘Master,’ he murmurs.

The soft viciousness of the assurance leaves you wondering.

“A gesture of our partnership,” you offer again.

He likes that better, you think.

“I cannot subdue a creature that I cannot grasp in my fingers,” you explain. That small smile again. You let him see it.

I am not partial to subjugation, he says. But perhaps, with persuasion, I might be willing to negotiate on the particulars of our arrangement.

Invisible fingers stroke over your shoulder and down your chest, steady and curious as they dip into your bellybutton and between your legs. You part your knees a little as if welcoming his exploration.

The air hums with his interest. Your skirts lift and flutter, everything inside you roiling at the feeling:

Power beyond measure threads through your fingertips when he takes your hands in his, lifting your arms overhead to hold you in place. Who was he, you wonder?

A lick of cold curls against the heat of your sex, resting there as if he knows he belongs there.

Then perhaps the second order of business is a body, my Lady.

“What is the first?”

Against your ear, you feel the shape made by his lips, the trail of a tongue tasting your sweat and the barest trickle of fear as fingers split into tongues to burrow deeper into the warmth of your body. Curious. Or maybe controlling, because you gasp a breath as those fingers grow firmer and thicken.

What will you call me under circumstances where I’d prefer you to scream it?

Fingertips shiver against your lips, begging to seal your bargain with a kiss.

“Marrok,” you whisper, your breath hitching as another tendrils presses against the pucker of your ass, the one in your cunt throbbing larger with every second that passes, stretching you to fit every part of his ichor-infused being.

You sigh at the feeling of fullness as your body succumbs, letting him cradle you as you sink into his darkness.

“Marrok,” you say again before the word is stolen with the press of his tongue to yours.

‘Shadow,’ he murmurs, appreciative of the translation. How fitting.

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lxstfathier · 6 months

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more marrok smut pleaseee 🙏🙏 i need him to *%^#$&$%^^***&%$$#/%$

Omg i thought that i was the only one being a whore for Marrok HAHSHAH 😭

But you’re right anon, we need more content cuz that man (or whatever he is) drives me feral…. so i offer you a ✨thot✨

imagine him raw dogging you, with deep hard thrusts, feeling his cold chest armor pressing against your back. And his thick cock stretching your tight hole feels so good that you can’t help but cream around him and moan so loud that he has to shove two gloved fingers inside your mouth to shut you up 🤤

#masked men kink go brrrr #marrok smut #marrok ahsoka #marrok x reader

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x-0ophelia0-x · 7 months

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two separated souls, reunited.

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x F!Reader Warnings: Ahsoka S1 Spoiler!, it’s my first fic too, please have mercy, it’s also not proof read, supposed to wake up for school in 4h :D

word count: 1,4k

summary: you and Ezra were in a relationship. After his disappearance back in Lothals big fight, you promise to yourself to find him, no matter the cost.

authors note: as I mentioned before this is my first story, well in english at least. I’ll correct the mistakes tomorrow, just wanted to post this already due of the lack of Ezra content here :´D

I hope you like it! <3

„I couldn’t have wished for a better family…can’t wait to come home“

Those lines were stuck in her head.

10 years had already passed since that eventful day.

10 long years of not knowing what to do.

Her nightmares where plagued by her memories.

The horrific sight of Thrawns flagship being held by purrgils, ready to jump into hyperspace. Knowing that he was still in there.

Not being able to see him one last time before their ways parted for who knows how long.

Only hearing his voice through her comm link.

And just like that he was gone.

Gone somewhere far away from them.

y/n didn’t want to give up.

Ezra meant the world to her and that day just broke her.

And as the years passed by she started to lose hope.

What if he didn’t survive the hyperjump? What if he lost his memories?

What if-

What if he died?

She didn’t want to think about that, she’d feel it if something would’ve happened to him, right? Their bond was strong, there’d be some sign trough the force if he really was dead.

But just as she started to accept the fact that finding him would be impossible, Ahsoka had found a map that may have Ezra’s location on it. And with Ezra’s of corse Thrawn‘s too. Her discovery didn’t go unnoticed though.

Morgan Elsbeth who was currently working on to get Thrawn back found out about Ahsoka finding the map, sending the ex Jedi Baylan Skoll and his apprentice Shin Hati after her.

That was kind of the start of how everything started to go downhill after that.

Sabine managed to unlock the map but the joy didn’t last long.

Droids attacked her, followed by Shin. They managed to steal the map, leaving Sabine wounded.

Those days where filled with quite the action, leading them to this point.

Ahsoka, Sabine and y/n tracked the hyperspace ring.

They then hid themselves somewhere on that planet.

Shin and the Inquisitor Marrok found them, attacking them to eliminate the threads to Thrawns return.

A lot happened, leading to the situation of Ahsoka being thrown off a cliff, Sabine lying knocked out on the cold unforgiving ground and y/n having to make an decision.

Whether to give them the map and follow them as their prisoner, having the chance to finally find Ezra. Or destroy the map and with that the last chance to find her lover.

It was a tough decision but deep down she knew what she had to do.

If there was a chance that Ezra was still alive, she’d have to try her best to find him, to bring him home.

And just like that she handed the map over to Baylan.

And her journey began.

She was now riding on a howler, recalling everything that had happened.

Thrawn was alive. And he had an army.

There were more Nightsisters, helping Thrawn.

But the strangest thing?

They just let her go, even gave her some Proviant and a Howler.

y/n already got attacked by some smugglers or hunters…

honestly, whatever they where, they wouldn’t stop her from finding him.

Not when she was so close.

The attack destroyed some kind of device though, showing her Ezra’s last known location. y/n Just hoped to find him by some miracle.

At some point the howler seemed to have found something.

It went to a dried out river she assumed, sniffling on some rocks.

„damn.. I think you’ve lost it.. those are just rocks“

She chuckled, stroking the howlers back.

But it didn’t stop and just when it’s sniffling intensified, the rock moved.

„karabast..“

She whispered.

That rock just moved.

The howler ran closer to that.. thing?

„Hey.. we’re not going to harm you.. and you don’t have to hide anymore

since we kind of already know about your camouflage“

It took some seconds but the creature in front of them revealed itself.

It was some kind of an walking crab thing, looking innocent.

„There you go.. so…“

y/n was at a loss of words. She didn’t even knew if that creature understood her, well most likely not considering that she was from another Galaxy.

But then something caught her attention.

That crab creature wore some kind of necklace, with a sign on it.

It was Sabines firebird.

Her eyes widened at the realization.

„E-Ezra Bridger..“

She looked deep into it’s eyes, hoping that it’d understand her.

„Do you know Ezra Bridger?“

It seemed to be confused at first, but it also seemed to recognize the name.

„Ezra Bridger?“

It asked with a high voice.

y/n nodded.

„Yes.. I’m his friend! Do you know where he is now?“

The creature seemed to think about something, it then called

for his friends, leading to some ‚rocks’ start to move and reveal themselves as crab creatures.

They then gestured her to follow them, leading her to a small village.

Their houses were small, looking like they would only be temporary there.

Crab people where walking around, doing their daily chores or just relax, sitting, sleeping or playing while the others looked at their new guest.

They then stopped, leaving her alone.

She looked around, capturing the sight in front of her.

Never in her life would’ve she expected herself to be standing in the middle of a village, somewhere in another Galaxy on a planet called Perridea.

Just as she was looking at some things of the village, she heard a voice.

„I knew I could count on you… y/n“

She felt like as if her heart skipped a beat.

She’d recognize his voice everywhere.

The voice of the one person whose made the ultimate sacrifice to keep his new family, his planet and his Galaxy safe from Thrawns games.

Ezras voice

She slowly turned around, her eyes fixating on the man in front of her.

He was leaning against the wall of one of those houses, his arms crossed. A smile, so warm, kind and loving placed on his face.

He had grown, which was to be expected after 10 years of corse.

His hair had grown longer, his curly waves being a stark contrast to the buzz cut he had when she last saw him.

He even had a beard now.

Her eyes then shifted to his, locking gazes with him.

They were still the same vibrant blue as the day she lost him.

Still so beautiful that she got lost in them for some seconds.

„Ezra..?“

She then asked, giving her everything to hold back tears.

„It sure took you long enough to find me..“

He chuckled, but his voice gave away that he also was holding his tears back.

Her legs then started to move on their own, running to him, not wanting to waste any more second.

Ezra still stood there, opening his arms to catch her, to pull her into a tight embrace. And so he did.

She clung to him as if he was her lifeline, not daring to let go, scared that he’d disappear again if she’d loosened her grip on him.

„I missed you.. so much..!“

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

They now streamed freely down her face.

„I missed you too..“

He said, holding her as close as he could.

Both of them had so many questions that didn’t seem to matter right now.

Everything they needed was this one embrace, ensuring them that they found each other again.

When they pulled apart, they were again looking into each others eyes.

Ezra then wiped away y/s‘s tears, placing his hand on her left cheek while trying to find the right words.

„Thank you… thank you for finding me“

She then placed her hand over his hand, holding it gently.

„Don’t thank me for that… I love you, I’d do anything for you, even if it means to fly into another Galaxy to find you“

She said, laughing at the last part. And he too chuckled while hearing it.

„I love you too.. and I can’t wait to come home“

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger #Star Wars rebels

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gothy-froggy · 2 years

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Ril Ardo Eyi

Embo x reader (Twi'lek), gender neutral

Warnings : sidetracked, not proofread (first draft all the way baby!), Fluff, Embo speaking Ryl/twi'lek's language

Requested by : https://puff-hugs.tumblr.com/ (Hope the link worked. I don’t use this app often man lol)

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It’s been rough the past few days. Recently, Embo hasn’t visited for a while. Things would’ve been easier if Embo would just let me travel with him. During these tough times we often chat threw the holo-pads.

“Embo, jun rha rol, why don’t we start traveling together? That way we can have more time and I can help around.”

Of course the same response that I figured out meant no. Embo tilted his head up and squinted his eyes. I sighed softly before uncrossing my arms. It wasn’t just an answer to my idea. bounty hunting isn’t an easy job in the first place. The risks are very high at all times, hence why he doesn’t let me go with him. But it also means getting a job and succeeding is very difficult. He hasn’t been having a lot of luck recently. Multiple times Embo has lost a bounty to another hunter. It’s been happening quite a lot recently though.

“Did someone else get the bounty?”

Embo let out a soft sigh and gave me a single nod. He took a small breath and looked back up.

‘I’m coming back for a little while. Nothing but dead ends right now.’ He said in Kyuzo. He realized his mistake. Embo cleared his throat.

“Ril’ll...kii tar’don.”

His Ryl isn’t the best, but he’s been trying his best recently. I only grinned. It’s been months since he last visited. It may not be as long as others, but for us that’s a long time. He has always made sure to visit as often as he can, to make up time we’ve lost.

“Ril...ael..nu ’Kyuzo’ tenii ril...circoo.”

Kyuzo. That’s his first language.

“Are you trying to say you’re going to teach me Kyuzo?” I asked.

“That’s- Luhak waku qa ril trek...’saying’, ka.” Embo gave me another nod.

“Ril’ll kii circoo tenii kor rol chir jus.”

Morning came around shortly after the chat. It wasn’t long when someone came up to the house. The translation droid wobbled up.

“Master Embo has arrived.”

I couldn't stop the smile creeping upon my face.

"Arn nu, K7." I pat the droid's back. Threw the window I saw him land and walked towards the house. I knew Embo wasn't the one for touch, but I couldn't help it. I wrapped my arms around him as I felt him tense up.

"Welcome home, jun rha rol." I shook his hand.

Embo gave my hand a light squeeze.

'Ril xama li nima." He whispered. Embo gave his bags to the droids and walked to the house. It wasn't long when Marrok jumped into his lap. Calming Marrok down, Embo guided me next to him. He dropped a bag into the palm of my hand. Giving him a lingering glance, I open the bag.

"Li jiljoo..'stolen' jiljoo" He said.

The gem had a hole drilled into it. I wasn't surprised that the gem was stolen. He must've gotten it off of someone during the bounty.

"Was this going to be a necklace?"

"Ka."

I took his hat off and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

"Very sweet of you Embo, I love it."

"Master Embo says that he is glad to hear that you enjoyed his gift. He now has a second gift to help you learn Kyuzo." K7 translated. I placed Embo's hat down and gave Marrok a pat on the head.

"Really now? Well what is it?" Looking back at Embo he brought out a holo-pad, revealing so many different languages across the galaxy.

"Master Embo says, it translates languages across the galaxy into a language you can understand. You'll be able to read almost any language with the device. He'll teach you how to speak in Kyuzo with the time he has."

Embo stood up. He took the crystal, pulling out a string and putting it through the hole. He placed it around my neck and tied the string into a knot. I held the crystal in my hand with a smile.

'It's time for your Kyuzo lessons, Jun Ann."

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'I'm home, my dear. Are you ready for your lessons?' Embo gave his hat to Marrok.

'Yes, I am.'

Hours when by as Embo taught me the basics of Kyuzo. Kyuzo seems like a very complicated language, but manageable. Embo stood over me as I looked through the basics of Kyuzo and learn to right them.

'You're a fast learner. Impressive.' Embo spoke up.

'I just have a good teacher, jun rha rol.' Embo seemed taken away by the comment. He sat down across the table.

'Dinner will be ready soon. Now let's go through the basics again. Starting at good morning." Embo pointed at the hologram.

'Starting with good morning, ending at....fireplace.' Embo pointed at the word.

'You'll be good at Kyuzo in no time.'

"Ril ardo eyi, jun rha rol." Embo tilted his head in confusion. He turned to K7.

Walking up to Embo, I gave him a hug. Embo still hasn't gotten used to physical affection. Looking up at him, I whispered,

"Ril ardo eyi jun rha rol translates to, I love you, my bright sun."

Embo hesitated before wrapping his arms around me.

"...Ril ardo eyi, Jun Ann."

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Ril ardo eyi = I love you

Jun rha rol = my bright sun

Jun ann = my moon

Li jiljoo = a gem

Ka = yes

Ril xama li nima = I have a gift

Ril'll kii tar'don = I'll be home

Ri'll kii circoo tenii kor rol chir jus = I'll be there at the time the sun is up

Luhak waku qa ril trek ka = that was what I was (saying, not translated), yes

Ril ael nu Kyuzo tenii ril circoo = I will (teach) you (Kyuzo) when I get there

#star wars #clone wars #star wars embo #embo #embo x reader #embo star wars #bounty hunter embo #clone wars embo

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dissociativedaydream · 2 years

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Felucia

Pairing: Embo x reader

Word Count: ~700 (little one)

Tags: Fluff, teeniest bit of angst

A/N: Italics are Embo speaking Kyuzo. Just a cute little piece for one of the LizardBoys™

You were tired.

So tired that you slept through the sound of your apartment doors opening and closing. So tired you didn’t hear your name being called. So tired that you didn’t even stir when the mattress shook as your partner sat on the edge of it.

What did wake you were familiar fingers as they trailed up your arm. You stirred slightly, thinking you were still dreaming. He was supposed to be on a job for 6 months and you were only 4 months in, it had to be a dream.

“My dear,”

A really realistic dream. Something nudged your side.

“Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?”

Granted, you’d never dreamt in Kyuzo before.

Slowly you peaked from heavy eyelids, feeling a little stupid. Embo’s fingers trailed up and stroked your cheek as you woke.

“What are you doing here? I thought the contract was for 6 months.” You sat up slowly, still not trusting your eyes.

He sighed and looked away, his normally expressive eyes blank. “It went bad. Target was killed by his own kid.”

You rubbed your eyes before leaning forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder. “That’s rough, I’m sorry. Did he pay upfront?”

He shook his head as he replied, “Only half and after splitting it with the crew I only have enough for a few months' rent.”

You felt guilty, even though you knew you shouldn’t. You’d met Embo while a server for the Hutts. After flirting for what felt like forever, he’d asked you out. There had been a period of a few months you’d go without seeing him and after a while of not knowing when he’d be back next, he asked you to come with him. You’d been together for a couple of years now and he had been insisting that you didn’t have to work for just as long.

“You know what we should do?” You lifted your head to see him staring at you, listening intently.

You moved to straddle his waist, his hands going to your waist as his fingers dug into your soft skin. His eyes were soft as he peered down at your face.

“We should move to some backwater planet and just have a farm far away from everyone else, where we can live out the rest of our days in peace and quiet.”

He chuckled in response but didn’t say anything so you continued.

“What was that planet you did that one job with Sugi? The one with the turtle-lizard people?”

The laugh that time was more hardy before he answered. “Felucia.”

“That one! Let’s go there.” You giggled, leaning in and rubbing your nose against his mask.

“Perhaps one day my dear.” He traced your cheekbone with a single finger, trailing it down your neck.

You sighed. You knew it was a far shot but couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Then I guess I should find a new job, huh?” You got up, grabbing your datapad from your nightside table.

He shook his head again, “unnecessary, I make more than enough for us.”

“But the more money we have, the easier time I have convincing you to retired and become a farmer with me.” You smirked.

He shook his head as you glanced down at your datapad, intent on your new mission. You both sat in silence for a little bit. Marrok came in excitedly jumping onto the bed and tucking himself under your arm.

“Is that really what you want?”

“Hm?” You blinked, when you weren’t focused you had trouble translating his native tongue.

“You really want to go be a farmer somewhere?” He asked again.

“With you, yes.” You teased but he remained quiet, staring down at the floor.

After a few moments of scrolling on your datapad, you noticed he hadn’t moved. Marrok got up from your side and nudged his owner’s arm but he still didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge the pup’s existence.

“Embo?” You called, not used to this sort of behavior from him.

He glanced at you, his eyes searching your face. Finally, he spoke. “Let’s go then.”

You giggled, “yeah, okay.”

He stood, patting Marrok’s head as he did. “I’m serious. Pack your bags.”

Your mouth hung open. Embo didn’t joke around much and usually, if he did, it was dry or sarcastic. He was in fact serious.

“Right now?” Your brain was having a hard time catching up to the current situation.

He leaned down, bumping his forehead against yours. “Why wait my love?”

Why wait indeed?

He extended his hand which you took like you’d done multiple times before. But it felt different.

You smiled at him. “Okay, let’s go.”

#embo #embo x reader #clone wars imagine #star wars imagine #clone wars #star wars fanfiction

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sporadicthingcollection · 3 years

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Skin and Bones: Chapter 1/4 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: While in the middle of a job, Cad Bane crosses paths with you once again. He proposes you help each other -- you'll both go away happy for once. But, as things usually do when you're involved, things quickly go pear-shaped and it's up to him to save both of your sorry asses. Sequel to "Business and Pleasure."

Pairing: Cad Bane/F!Reader

Rating: 🌶️ Explicit 🌶️

Warnings for this chapter: Murder, gambling

CHAPTER 1

Too high, can't come down It's in the air and it's all around Can you feel me now?

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Cad Bane is not a happy man.

He hates getting mysterious coordinates that lead him to a backwater mining town with one saloon, he hates hearing from voices being coy about their identity, and he hates when they promise a big score. The last time that had happened, Count kriffin’ Dooku himself hired him to spring Moralo Eval from prison, run a gauntlet of death traps, and lead the kidnapping of the chancellor.

Which would have worked if someone hadn’t been playing dress up with Rako Hardeen’s face.

Yes, he was still mad about that.

As such, when he sees Marrok trot across the threshold with his master not far behind, he can’t help but let out a sigh.

Embo has similar feelings. 「We kidnapping the chancellor again?」 he quips as he sits on the stool next to him.

“Sure as shit hope not,” Bane mutters. He waves the bartender over and orders a drink for the other bounty hunter. He wouldn’t call him a friend, but they had a mutual respect for one another.

「Regardless, we check for Jedi this time.」 Embo lifts his mask slightly, just enough to take a quick swig. Bane tries to steal a peek at his... Do Kyuzo have mouths? But he lowers the mask before he can get a good look. 「Is it just us?」

“There’s one more, but he won’t be joining us in person.”

Bane turns to the bartender and realizes he’s looking at the owner of the mysterious voice. He’s a demure little fellow, a Human with blonde hair and holospecs. He looks between the two bounty hunters as he polishes a beer glass.

“Cynga Paol,” he says, answering the question on Bane’s lips. He smiles. “Pleasure to meet you. I have a proposal for the two of you.”

「If you’re kidnapping someone, I’m not interested,」 Embo says quickly. Marrok wuffs in agreement.

Paol just smiles. “No kidnapping today, gentlemen.”

He steps out from behind the bar and waves for them to follow him. Embo glances at Bane. He gives him a shrug. Worth hearing the man out.

They slide off their stools and follow Paol to a holotable in the corner. Bane brings his drink with him. It’s decent whiskey. Why waste it?

A few button presses later, and an image of a very large, very fancy, very Core World building appears.

“Apicay Coda. Finest casino on Coruscant,” Paol says. He smiles. “We, my friends, are going to rob it.”

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A week later and Cad Bane is still not a happy man.

But he will be, in about an hour. That’s when Ike will patch the security feed of the vault and Embo will make a ruckus on the main floor of the casino. In the commotion, he can slip into the vault unseen and grab the cases of unmarked credits that arrived today.

Now, he just has to kill time.

He tugs at the cuffs of his jacket sleeves. The casino had a dress code that required him to give up his usual duds in exchange for something more “respectable,” as Cynga put it. He managed to keep his hat, at least -- after some threats and bargaining on his part.

Sitting at the bar, he nurses a whiskey. So many people in one place makes him nervous. He can’t scan for threats as effectively, can’t tell friend from foe. Not to mention the noise -- constant chatter, a whole band playing, and the clatter and clang of the machinery. How can anyone focus in here?

Sounds of an argument drift toward him, rapidly growing closer. A nasty one, it sounds like, though he can only hear one half of it. For lack of anything better to do, he drops a few eaves.

“I had it under control!” a man is saying. A woman replies, though he can’t make out what. “Everything woulda been fine, if you hadn’t--” More words he can’t make out. “Don’t-- Get back here!”

The stamp of heels approaches, and he glances up.

His heart nearly stops. There’s no karking way. It can’t be.

It is.

You come stomping by in all your finery. A fur stole draped across your shoulders, a floor-length dress with matching gloves, and a feathery fascinator pinned to your coiffed hair.

He hopes that it isn't you, but then you speak. “Shut your damn mouth, Ghoni. I don’t want to hear it.”

It’s definitely you. You don’t even notice him. That stings a bit more than he’d care to admit.

He wants to ignore you. He really does. He really should. But the barrel-chested man you’re arguing with reaches into his jacket as he follows you. Bane knows a holdout blaster when he sees one, and he’d be quite disappointed to see you shot in the back.

And because any other commotion besides Embo’s would ruin the plan, of course. Not because he’s actually worried.

The man follows you into the powder room. Bane waits a moment to enter. He sets the lock on the door behind him. Just in case. He peers around the corner.

You're powdering your face in the mirror and looking very angry about it. Ghoni looms over you, furious.

“I almost had it!” he’s saying. “I was this close! It was your dice that crapped out on me!”

You whirl on him. “My dice?!” You reach into your cleavage and pull out a trio of small cubes. “These are my dice!”

Ghoni’s expression drops as he realizes his mistake. But instead of owning up to it like a man, he just gets mad. “Why didn’t you tell me you switched them out?!”

“I tried to, but you were making eyes at that Theelin floozy,” you say. You replace the dice to continue powdering yourself. “She stole your wallet, by the way. Also tried to tell you that.”

Ghoni, now red in the face, grabs your shoulder and spins you around. “You don’t talk to me like that,” he growls. “I should kill you here and take your share for myself.”

You have your back to him, but Bane can imagine the defiance on your face. “Yeah, sure. Explain to our employer why you couldn’t pick those analog locks.”

Bane frowns. There was nothing in the blueprints about analog locks. He doesn’t like the sound of that.

His thoughts are interrupted by a sharp smack and a shriek. You clutch your face, eyes wide and watery. Another sharp smack and you go sprawling to the ground. You miss the edge of the counter, but your knees take the brunt of it. Ghoni approaches you, rolling up his sleeves.

Rage flares in Bane’s chest. Pulling out his own holdout blaster, he steps out from behind his corner and gives a quick whistle. Ghoni whirls around. His barrel chest makes him an easy target, and Bane has three shots off before he crumples into a lifeless heap.

“Ain’t no way to treat a lady,” he mutters. He gives him a prod with his foot. Satisfied with the lack of response, he turns to you.

You stare at him with a mix of relief and disbelief. You find your words eventually. “Why is it everywhere I go, you show up?”

“Yer welcome.” He grabs Ghoni’s collar and starts to pull him. “Ya gonna help me move dis lump or not?”

You climb shakily to your feet. Grabbing the dead man’s boots, you help drag him towards a closet. You’re stronger than you look, he observes.

“How’d you even know I was here?” you ask.

The closet is unlocked, and he heaves the body inside. “I didn’t ‘til yer boyfriend started makin’ a scene. Saw him reachin' for his holdout and thought ya might be in trouble.”

Your nose scrunches up. “‘Boyfriend’ is a strong word. He brought me on for a job,” you say with a curl of your lip. Suddenly, your expression goes neutral and you turn to him. “You want in?”

“On bein’ yer boyfriend? Or on the job?” You shoot him a withering look as he knocks down a few shelves of linen to disguise the body’s presence. “No t’ both. Already on a job o’ my own.”

“Then tell me what you’re after so we can stay out of each other’s way.”

Bane regards you with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t trust you. But you’re a sensible woman. You wouldn’t damn yourself just to rat him out.

“Credits from da vault,” he says. You smile, and he frowns. He levels his blaster at you. “Don’ tell me you’re goin’ after ‘em too.”

Still smiling, you shake your head. You remove a holopuck from your cleavage -- again with the cleavage! -- and switch it on. An image of a massive gem appears, hanging on a pendant with a number of other stones.

“Mighty big rock,” he drawls.

“The biggest,” you say, still smiling. Desire glitters in your eyes. “Two hundred carats of flawless pink amazptase. Last owner lost it in a sabacc tournament. My employer wants it, so here I am.”

Stars, you’re beautiful when you talk like that. “So how ya gettin' to it?”

"Special dice."

“Dey explosive?”

You laugh your chirpy little laugh as you deposit the puck back into your dress. “If you win enough, the pit boss has a little talk with you before she gives you your earnings. She lets you sweat it out before she comes to meet with you. Ghoni was supposed to cause a distraction out here to extend that time enough for me to get into the vault through her office, but...”

The light goes out of your eyes, and you cast a frustrated look towards the closet. You punch the panel to close the door. Wordlessly, you return to the mirror to continue powdering your face.

Bane pays you no mind. A plan is blooming. One he’s excited about. One that’s easier than the original plan, which involved shafts and laser cutters. This one would involve gambling, lockpicking... and you.

A vast improvement, in and of itself.

“I could give ya a bigger distraction,” he says.

You pause and look at him in the mirror. “Explain.”

“My associates and I had a similar plan,” he says, approaching you. He draws a finger across the nape of your neck, making you shiver and suck in a breath. “Let’s combine ‘em. I get my credits, ya get yer jewelry. We both go home happy fer once.”

You turn to eye him. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he says. He moves his hand to your collarbone, dragging his thumb along the ridges of your spine, all the way up to your pretty hair. It tickles as it brushes his knuckles.

Your mouth is parted slightly, revelling in his touch. You gaze at him, your eyes lidded, a little smirk on your face. “And if I politely decline?”

He can’t help but smile as he leans down, close enough to brush the shell of your ear with his lips. He tightens his grip on you. “Den I knock ya out and turn ya in fer da reward,” he purrs.

Bane wishes he could bottle your expression and keep it forever. Wear it as cologne. Bathe in it. Paint it on the nose of the Justifier. Lust evaporating into confusion, shock, anger -- it’s glorious. He considers himself blessed to have been able to see it.

“You wouldn’t,” you hiss.

“I would.” He straightens up. “So what’ll it be, li’l lady?”

You shove him away from you, scowling. “You’re not giving me much of a choice.”

He gives you a fangs-bared grin. “Finish yer face so we can get started.” He slips his comlink from its hiding spot. “Ike, come in.”

The com crackles to life. “What’s up, Cad?”

He bristles at the young man’s impudence. “Pull up da building blueprints. Tell me if dere’s anything about analog locks,” he says, “and don’t ever call me dat. Only people I like call me dat.”

“Must be a short list. And analog locks?” He scoffs. “No one uses analog locks. That’s ridiculous.”

“Can’t hack an analog lock. They wouldn’t be in the main blueprint,” you say. You put your powder puff back into its case and slip it into your cleavage -- how are you fitting all that stuff in there? “They’re in the encrypted layer.”

“Encrypted layer? There’s no--” A long, long pause. “Oh. How ‘bout that.”

Bane grits his teeth. He hates working with amateurs. “Just get it open and report back.” He stuffs the comlink back into his jacket. He looks at you. “Ready?”

You sigh dramatically. “As I’ll ever be.”

He unlocks the door. You step out first. After a few moments, he follows. He quickly catches up to you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Partly to keep you from scampering off, partly to make his hovering around you look natural.

You yip in surprise as he pulls you against him. He’s been close to you before -- very close, multiple times -- but he never noticed how warm you were. And how pretty you smelled. Like a flower shop.

“We got thirty minutes,” he says. “Where we makin’ dis bread?”

You toss your chin to the karconi tables. “Look for an Aqualish dealer with a cybernetic eye. Paid him to look the other way with the dice.”

The dealer is easy to spot. Bane ushers you over, and he slips the pair of you in alongside the other players. He puts some chips down as you bend over, seemingly to adjust your shoe, but he sees you slip the loaded dice from your bosom.

“Shaved?” he asks, voice low.

You shake your head. “Chemical reaction.”

Before you can elaborate, the dealer hooks the casino’s dice over to you. You scoop them up and, with a quick sleight of hand that he’d have missed if he wasn’t looking for it, swap them out for your trio of dice. You roll them around in your hand before presenting them to him.

“For luck?” you ask with a coy smile.

Oh, he still hates that smile. It still makes his stomach flip. And yet he can’t help but return with one of his own. Pursing his lips, he blows a little puff over the dice.

Your smile turns to a grin. You rattle the dice in your hand. “C’mon, a dress for Mama, a hat for Papa, and new shoes for the baby...!”

Your throw is stiff and the dice go soaring across the table before hitting the edge. It’s a throw made by someone who’s only gambled at tables and not rolled bones in dim alleys.

It’s no wonder you roll Gran eyes.

Your face slips into shock as the dealer hooks them over to the next player. “Looks like yer dice did crap out,” he quips quietly.

You shoot him a glare, only to do a double take. “Your damn tubes!” you hiss. “I bet those messed with it!”

You explain how the weighting works in a low voice -- something to do with exhaled carbon dioxide -- but he only half-listens. He watches the dice nervously as they go around the table, hoping it’s not too obvious that they’re doctored.

Fortunately, Lady Luck smiles upon him. The white-hatted Besalisk to his side rolls a 'Tooine queen and the dice move to Bane.

He places a few chips down before picking the dice up. He juggles them in the hollow of his palm, adjusting the numbers he wants face upwards. You eye him dangerously all the while. Just roll so I can have them, the look says.

He gives you a fangs-bared smile. He holds the dice up to your lips. “Give ‘em a blow, izrin.”

The slightest hint of confusion creases your brow, but it soon passes. Glowering at him, you give a curt puff.

With a practiced flourish, he tosses the dice across the table, giving his fingers a snap on the backswing and closing his eyes. Niner twelve, he silently prays. Niner twelve, niner twelve...

He’s not a religious man, but there are no atheists in casinos.

“Twelve,” the dealer says. The dice clack against the stick as he hooks them over. “Your roll again.”

Opening his eyes, Bane lets out the breath he was holding and glances at you. You look like you might faint from relief, based on your pallid cheeks and the way you’re white-knucking the edge of the table and slumping slightly--

Oh. Shit. You might actually be fainting.

Bane wraps an arm around you, hooking his arm around your torso. “Don’tchu fall,” he hisses.

“I won’t,” you croak. You clear your throat and straighten up to give his chest a pat. “Good roll. Think you can do it again?”

He scoops the dice up and gives them a heft, rotating the cubes to the numbers he wants. He holds them up to your mouth. “Depends. Ya feelin’ lucky?”

You give him another little smile. Your blow is more languid this time, circling your lips into a perfect ‘o’ and puffing your cheeks out.

For a brief moment, he’s reminded of your first encounter. How you wrapped your lips around his cock, your cheeks puffed out to accommodate his length...

What he wouldn’t give to see that again.

He tosses the dice, snapping on the backswing. Another twelve, as expected. He makes a triumphant fist and glances at you. You clap your hands together as you grin broadly, making little dimples on your cheeks.

Three more rolls gives him two twelves and a nine. He’s starting to amass quite the stack of chips, which you dutifully bet on his behalf.

As the dealer redistributes the chips and takes the bets of the other patrons, you wrap your arms around Bane’s waist, leaning into him. He lets you.

“For once, I’m glad I ran into you,” you say.

He has a wry response all ready to go when a hand grabs his ass and squeezes. He goes straight as a post, and an embarrassing noise almost escapes him. Almost. He’s able to bite his lip and swallow it before it gets out.

The hand squeezes again, and he looks down to see you looking at him with lidded eyes and a sultry smile. He rummages around in his brain for a reply, only to come up with nothing. For the first time in a long while, he’s at a loss for words.

He feels his comlink buzz in his jacket. There’s his out, thank the Maker.

“Gotta take dis,” he says, slipping from your grip and handing the dice to you. “Don’t ruin my streak.”

Your face falls slightly, but you nod. You give them a shake and toss them as he slips away. He doesn’t see what you roll, but based on the reactions of everyone else, it was a good one.

He slips into a small alcove. He pulls out the comlink. “Talk t’ me.”

“I got good news and bad news,” Ike says. “The good news is--”

Bane interrupts him. “Bad news first.”

“Analog lock on the vault doors.”

Of course. Bane clenches his jaw. When this is all said and done, he’s going to strangle this kid. “Good news?”

“...I got the blueprint decrypted.”

Nope. He’s not even going to waste his energy strangling him. Two shots to the head, quick and easy. “Fortunately fer you, I ran into an... associate who can take care of da locks. Yer splitting yer share with ‘er.”

“But--!”

A roar of cheers rises from the karconi table. He looks up to see the Besalisk wrap a pair of arms around you as you celebrate, one on your shoulder and one around your waist.

“Keep rolling like that, princess, and we’re all gettin’ well!” he booms.

You give him a dazzling smile, then glance over your shoulder at Bane. The smile stays, but your eyes narrow a bit. Hurry back or you might get replaced.

He knows you’re messing with him and he hates that it works. His blood boils.

“Make sure Embo keeps on schedule,” he growls into his comlink. Before Ike can reply, he stuffs it back into his jacket and makes his way back to the table.

You’re about to roll again, the Besalisk’s arms around you, but he interrupts before you toss the dice.

“Dis guy crowdin' ya?” Bane speaks slowly, pulling his lip back enough to show the man his fangs.

The Besalisk is smart. “Just thought I’d show my appreciation for your lucky charm,” he says. He withdraws his hands and, with a polite doff of his hat, steps back.

Bane squeezes in, snaking his arm around your waist and taking the dice from your hands. “Minx,” he hisses.

You stick your little pink tongue out at him. In retaliation, he intends to give your ass a pinch. Just a quick pinch, but as soon as he gets his hands on it, he changes his mind. Sweet Maker above, that’s a fine ass. Firm. Round. Shapely. Soft.

He digs his fingers in hard enough to bruise. You jump, knocking over your pile of chips. You give him a half-hearted glower as you gather them up. You place the bet down and, when he presents them to you, huff across the dice.

You’re cute when you’re mad. ---

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In My Dreams

Marrok x Jedi reader

You’ve been having dreams of a man you’ve never met before…

Angst / Fluff

It’s been like this for months…

The first dream I had of him, he stood in a fog. His cape flowing from the small breeze that surrounded us and he was silent. Always silent…

Dark clothes. Figure hidden. Face never seen. Always hidden and yet so gentle.

And that helmet.

That helmet that concealed the face of who I most desperately wanted to see. I needed to know who was behind that mask. Who plagued my dreams night after night. He was like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

“You look tired.” Hera mentioned as we followed the odd man throughout the factory.

“I haven’t been sleeping well. It’s nothing serious, I’m alright.” I replied with a soft smile.

She took my answer with a nod of her head as she continued ahead.

“Same dream again?” Ahsoka asked in a much lower tone as we walked a couple steps behind.

I sighed softly, “I don’t know what it means or what the force is trying to tell me, but he’s always just… There.”

I kept the blush from blooming across my cheeks as I thought of the more intimate mates I’ve had with the strange masked man.

They were usually gentle as I would spend my time tracing the outlines of his black helmet as he touched my face with his gloved hands. Always covered… Never any skin shown to give more light to this mystery.

“There is always a reason. Trust in the force.” Ahsoka commented.

“Of course.” I nodded gratefully to my friend.

I just wondered when the force will reveal him to me.

“It’s leaving on that ship.” The kind droid pointed to the ship we were questioning, outing all those who have been lying to us the moment we stepped foot in this place.

“For the empire!” A voice cried out, but it didn’t do him much good as I shoved my lightsaber through his gut.

“Of course they are traitors.” I muttered disappointedly.

“No time to dwell, Hera get to the ship.” Ahsoka told Hera before motioning for me to follow her out the window.

As I landed on the ground with only a slight discomfort in my knees, I wondered when will the lying end. Why couldn’t these people see that working for the empire was a bad thing? I clenched my fist to control the anger rising in me.

If only they could look past their greed.

I followed closely behind Ahsoka as we tried to catch up to the fleeting ship. Our footsteps smacked against the ground as we pushed faster until she stopped… And I stopped. Our gazes pulled away from the ship towards two figure and that was when I saw…

My gaze flickered between the familiar figure down towards Ahsoka who already took out her two light sabors. I stepped up to her, gently resting my hand on her shoulder.

The look she gave me was one of confusion, but I could only offer her a slight shake of my head.

“It’s him…” I spoke, barely above a whisper, the dread and anxiety clear in my voice.

Of course he was an enemy.

Of course he was going to try to kill me.

Ahsoka could see the turmoil written across my face, “I’ll take out the droid.” Was all she said and I was grateful she didn’t press with anymore questions.

I didn’t know if I’d be able to answer them anyways.

I watched her step to the side in front of the droid and I took my place in front of him…

I slowly reached up, pulling my black hood off my head, just wondering if he would recognize me… If he’s been dreaming about me for months as well.

“Do you…” I spoke softly as an unsure tone took over my voice, “Do you know who I am?”

I watched him make no notion of recognization as he reached up to his shoulder to release the clasp on his cape.

I watched it drop to the ground while he pulled out his own lightsaber.

He doesn’t know…

My heart sunk in my chest and I wondered what I should do at this moment. Do I fight him? Do I tell him I’ve dreamt of us resting in bed on a spring morning? Do I tell him despite not knowing him, I felt like he’s been with me for years?

I reached for my own lightsaber as soon as I saw the familiar color of red. Purple mirrored his red as ignited mine and it was in that quite moment of breath before he lunged and the fight began.

I kept my pace steady as I mirrored his movement and blocked against his hits.

He was fast. I’ll give him that. I thought as I threw a lunge of my own, one he blocked with ease.

This went on for a while, neither of us growing out of breath. It could almost be taken as a dance as we stepped around each other. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine when we were dancing… In my dreams.

He was agile and swift there too.

“Do you not know who I am?” I asked him again as we pressed our lightsabers against one another.

Again my question was met with silence…

I could hear as Ahsoka sliced through the droid, ending her own battle and I feared that my moments with this mysterious man was running thin.

“Please.” I struggled to say as I pushed against his attacks that just kept coming.

It was on pure accident that my lightsaber grazed against his side causing us both to jump back, “I don’t want to hurt you.” I said quickly with panic lacing my voice.

There was no falter in his step as he continued to fight back even harder than before and a graze to my side with his lightsaber told me that he wasn’t going to back down. The yelp I let out as I felt the singeing pain had Ahsoka taking a step forward. I held up a hand towards her quickly to stop her from taking another step.

I knew I had to find away to subdue him before Ahsoka found it necessary to step in and I seized my chance with a quick footing exchange and a roll of my wrist.

In a blink of an eye he was kneeling on the ground with two lightsabers near his neck. He didn’t move. Neither of us did.

I took in a breath as I thought about my options.

I could take him prisoner… But then he would never trust me. I could kill him… But what would that solve? I could…

I turned off the lightsabers as I slowly kneeled in front of him. I prayed to the force that I was making the best decision as I looked at the way his fists clenched in his lap.

“I’ve had dreams about you.” I confided to him in a soft whisper.

He didn’t make a sound of acknowledgment, but I knew he heard each word that I spoke.

“You might not know me… But I feel like I know you…” I clipped my lightsaber to my side before slowly reaching out to his closed fists.

I gently grabbed his right hand, opening it before placing his lightsaber in the palm of his hand.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” I placed my hand against his side as I willed the force to heal him until there was only a scar marred against his skin, “I couldn’t.” I whispered the truth as I waited for his answer.

I had a feeling that he wouldn’t speak and he wouldn’t turn against his allegiance for some random Jedi he just met… But I hope that this was an offer of truce and just maybe… Maybe somewhere down the line what I see in my dreams will become true.

He stood up slowly. He didn’t try to ignite his saber and stab me. Neither did he show any indication of staying, but he watched me stand. Waited as I unclipped my black robe and handed it to him.

“I hope you’ll wear it next time we meet.” I spoke lightly in a soft tone to show him I was no threat… At least not to him I wasn’t.

My heart practically leapt in my chest of joy as he took the peace offering before he was running back to his ship where his loyalties lied.

Ahsoka made her way to my side as we watched them fly off. She didn’t hold any judgement towards me, after all she knows how much I speak of the man in my dreams.

“You didn’t kill him.” She spoke.

“I know.” I replied softly.

“He didn’t kill you.” She noted with a small smile on her face.

“I know.” I nodded at the realization and I couldn’t help, but give a smile of my own.

“What will you do?” She asked as she glanced at me.

I held my hand to my side to try to stop the ache of the lightsaber scar that he gave me. It was comforting in a way, knowing that we had equal marks… Almost like matching tattoos that would have us remembering this day for the rest of our lives.

I looked away her gentle gaze to the black cape that he threw on the ground earlier. I carefully picked it up as I ran my hand threw the thick fabric in my hands before replying truthfully…

“I will follow my dreams.”

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