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The people who go on about how Anidala is supposedly greedy and selfish don’t seem to grasp that maybe a massive religious group that has the backing of the government who expects you to dedicate your life to only that religious organization and that government while not really letting you have a life outside of that is actually even more greedy and selfish? I have more of a problem with the religious group who believes that they have exclusive rights to babies with special abilities over a couple who just wanted to be together because they are in love.
#star wars#pro jedi people just don’t get star wars#jedi critical#pro jedi dni#pro anidala#pro padmé#pro anakin#padmé amidala#padmé naberrie#anakin skywalker#anidala
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i've seen a post the other day that was a some kind of analysis of a scene from tcw blue shadow virus arc where it was stated that anakin forgot about his padawan in favour of padme after they were both rescued from that lab with the blue shadow virus.
however i've recently rewatched the said arc and i cannot exactly agree that anakin forgot about anyone? when the virus is set loose, the lab is sealed and obi-wan and anakin go back to theed, they're immediately told there's an antidote on a planet iego and anakin wants to go there the very next second because, and i almost quote, his padawan and padme are trapped in the lab. he doesn't forget about either of them through the episode. when he and obi-wan talk about them, they talk about them both.
now, he does kind of disregard the clones' lives but no more than any other character so far? besides general krell or whatever was that guy's name from the incident on umbara. the clones are generally treated horribly, just as separatists droids are, anakin isn't even the worst here.
also, back to padme, before they're all rescued padme and ahsoka call obi-wan and anakin, saying that they destroyed all the droids and the planet is safe. then padme tells anakin to never unseal the lab and says her goodbyes to him, clearly thinking she's going to die soon. so i really cannot begrudge at a man, who thought his wife was going to die so very very soon, for running straight to her to check on her. and i don't quite see her praise about ahsoka as a reminder to him about his padawan since he has never forgotten about her in the first place. and he made sure to praise her, it's not like he could do more after the rescue than he'd already done for all the victims of the virus.
and there was also a point about how padme was less sick than ahsoka. yeah, padme was exposed to the virus later than ahsoka but if you closely, ahsoka is a little bit more resistant to the virus than humans. like, when she and padme call anakin and obi-wan, padme looks almost as bad as ahsoka even though she fell ill later than her. besides, viruses tend influence different people differently, and i believe that is also the case here, since there's at least one clone who presumably died only after a few hours of getting ill. this all, of course, doesn't excuse anyone treating ahsoka's condition lighter than padme's. and nobody does treat it lightly? and certainly not anakin.
(the virus is kind of weird by the way. if it kills so quickly how can it be carried from a person to person? shouldn't it be a little slower or something...)
so these are my thoughts. you don't have to agree with me, that's fine, i don't exactly need to know about that. this is just what i've seen myself and how i interpreted it.
#anakin skywalker#padme amidala#ahsoka tano#star wars the clone wars#blue shadow arc#pro jedi dni#please i don't want any arguements i dont have time for that#just my personal thoughts
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If you needed evidence that the pro-Jedi fandom is filled with western Christians, their repeated equation of "victim = moral purity/sinlessness" is a pretty good indication, I think.
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i absolutely refuse to take stars warring as a series too seriously... and then i see people that do that and i get scared
#i get frightened so easily#i was so scared in 2015 especially#this doesnt mean people who like it or characters or a ship a lot#i saw someone that said 'pro-jedi dni' in their bio and like#what?#im so lost and i dont think i wanna be found#these were just sillygoofy space movies i used to watch when i was like 6 😭😭
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Imperial Crosshair x reader smut
Implied Poly Bad Batch
Summary: When Crosshair finds you and the Batch on Bracca things don't go as you planned.
Uninjured Crosshair
Dividers belong to: https://www.tumblr.com/djarrex
Warnings: SMUT, violence, swearing, non con (kind of), Dom/sub
MINORS BE GONE!!!!
Minors DNI
All was quiet. Or at least as quiet as things could be with the Batch. Tech, Hunter and Echo where all inside the old Jedi cruiser while Omega and Wrecker where outside as Wrecker was teaching her how to disarm a bomb.
It was so sweet how much the boys took care of her, as their newly minted younger sister, but she was very much loved.
It was amazing how easily she got used to her new surroundings with the Batch. It took me a while and then things started to get spicy between us it was a whole new kind of relation ship to maneuver. But I wouldn't change it for the world.
I joined the batch Before Echo, the Kaminoans thought it would be good to have a proper medic for the Bad Batch but didn't want to waist a medic form the regs. Tech, with his wide array of knowledge had no problem acting as a medic but before I joined them I was a doctor in an ER before I joined the army. I could treat a plethora of wounds and injures with speed and precision. I was also the only one who Wrecker would let give him needles so that was a bonus
I sigh, a smile on my face as I remember my times with everyone. Or at least I was till I heard a panicked voice. Immediately I activated Medic mode only to realize that Omega had clipped the wrong wire and the bomb was about to go off.
She didn't know but it wasn't an actual thermal detonator. I couldn't help but snort a little as Wrecker made the poor girl think it was real and told her to make a run for it. Right as the so called ‘thermal detonator’ went off I turned my head to the sound of footsteps behind me.
Echo came over and gave me a loving smile.
“How’s it going?”
“Wrecker made her think it was a real bomb and now she's a little upset.”
He smiled.
“But I think she's more upset about failing her test than it being a smoke bomb.”
Echo nodded.
“Wrecker, Omega, pack it in Hunter wants us back at the Jedi cruiser!”
As Omega and Wrecker started to make their way over to us you could hear Wrecker telling Omega not to feel too bad.
Once the two made their way over to us I pated Omegas head.
“Don't worry kiddo, With Wreckers help you'll be an expert in no time, besides, you can't expect to get everything right the first time round’.”
I give her an encouraging smile. She smiles back, her mood lighting a little.
Wrecker let out his big deep laugh and hoisted me onto his shoulder with one hand.
“You bet kid, I failed my first disarming test to, with my help you'll be a pro in no time.”
His little encouragement made her feel a bit better than mine did, which was understandable. She felt much closer to the boys then she did me but we where still like sisters in a way.
As we made our way back to the cruiser, me still perched on Wreckers shoulder with his hand wrapped on my things keeping my securely in place, Echo’s mood seemed to shift, so did Wreckers.
Wreckers arm tightened around my legs a little.
“We’ve got eyes on us.”
“Yeah, I see em’.”
“How may?”
“At least three, stay casual, Wrecker you ready?”
“Waiting on you.”
Wrecker sets me down. We started to jog. I held back little as Wrecker and Echo went to try and capture the scrapers. I wasn't a fighter, I never was. I took an oath to do no harm and I uphold it proudly.
Omega on the other hand eagerly followed behind her brothers. It always kind of worried me how she was so ever to follow them into danger but I guess she was a clone, this kind behaviour was in her blood. She was more alike to her brother than any of them realized. It always warmed my heart to see the little similarities in their behaviour, but also concerned me just as much.
Echo wasn't able to keep up with the scrapers but Wrecker characteristically grabbed onto the back of their platform speeder.
After a few minute we were able to catch up with Wrecker and the know unconscious scrapers.
After tying them up we make our way back to the Cruiser.
Once back Hunter gather us all together. He talks about our dept and how we had a chance to make a lot of money right here. He was right it was also a good chance to relax and regroup.
It was sad that Rex had to leave so soon but we still had plenty of time to do everything else we wanted.
Echo expressed his displeasure about the idea. It wasn't hard for him to not be a soldier anymore, the ideals of one still ever-present in his mind, especially since he had just gotten his life back. But after some convincing he let it go, all be it reluctantly.
Me, Omega, Echo Hunter and Wrecker all make out way to the armoury while Tech heads over to the control centre of the ship to download some hardware.
Hunter and Echo grab a hover-cart to help hall all the new weaponry onto the Marauder.
Wrecker and Omega start to look at all the new ‘toys’ while Hunter and Echo seem to be having a slightly tense conversation. I walk over to them and tap Hunters shoulder. He turns his head over his shoulder, starting at me with sharp yet loving eyes. They eyes that made it so easy to fall in love with him.
“Imma’ go see if there's any medical supplies still ok to use and start to load the Marauder.”
He nodded and I scurried away not wanting to bother them anymore.
Echo and Hunter worked really well together but Echo was very secure in his beliefs. They weren't something he would let go of easily. That stubbornness was on of the reasons I fell in love with him.
As I make my way over to the med bay I find myself reminiscing on the times that made me fall for them.
First was Tech. It was a few months after I had just joined and everyone was still learning how to accommodate for a women. Everyone was really tense and carful around me. But not Tech. With his wide repertoire of knowledge he was very eager to have a new brain to pick even if he didn't really show his intense joy.
One day while he was shoved under the console of the Marauder I walked in. I needed a quiet place for a bit. After a mission I was always kind of drained, not really having the same stamina and tolerance for the violence that the boys had.
Lets just say I never got that quiet place. Tech noticed I was there and he started to talk. For about an hour he just info dumped me, I thought I needed quiet to calm down but as Tech talked I realized that the quiet wouldn't have helped me very much. Techs words and his fun little facts made me forget about my fatigue as I sat in the chair beside the console he was under leaning forward so I could hear him properly.
After he was done he sat in the chair beside me and just continued to talk. He talked and talked and talked. I stared into his eyes as he uses his hands to explain and emphasize his words when it hit me. I loved him.
Next was Wrecker. For missions I often stayed on the Marauder unless called out to the field because someone was hurt and they couldn't get them back to the ship with out proper medical care.
I was siting on my bunk my elbows on my knees with my hands folded to my mouth waiting for a call to come in on my comm or for someone to come in growing in pain being supported by his brothers.
This time it was Wrecker. He was limping but didn't need help from his brothers I stand up. He was lightly groaning and was clearly in some kind of pain but nothing looked damaged as I looked over his armour. I looked kind of confused. I blinked at them all owlishly waiting for someone to tell me what wrong.
As I look around the room Tech was going off to do his own thing Hunter was standing by Wrecker and Crosshair was leaning on the wall with a smug smirk on his face. Once my eyes fell on him I raised an eyebrow in question.
Crosshair took out the tooth pick he was chewing on and his smirk widened.
“He stepped on a nail and can't get it out.”
His voice was coiled like always but still very amused.
I have to try and hold back a laugh. Wrecker was clearly uncomfortable, who wouldn't be after stepping on a nail so I try and calm myself so as not to laugh and pat my bunk.
“Lay down and give me your foot, big guy.”
He did as told all be it reluctantly, he hated when I had to work on him but never fought me, luckily for me. I would clearly never win that fight.
He showed me his right foot as I hold it by the ankle and rest it on my thigh. I lean my head to the side and down to get a good look and sure enough there it was.
I almost gasp, a nail! This was a full blown spike!
“How the heck?!”
I look up at Wrecker his face was red as he turned away.
“How did this happen?”
Agin hunter and Wrecker didn't say anything but Crosshair was almost to eager to share.
“He wasn't looking were he was going in the ruble after the mission and stepped on it when he stomped his foot celebrating.”
Crosshairs smirk only seemed to grow as did Wreckers blush. Hunter shooed the slender sniper away and left to give us some privacy so as to save Wrecker from his shame.
So that's way he’s embarrassed, it didn't happen in battle.
The spike had shoved its way through his boot. The bottom of the boots where a little less protected then the rest of the armour but it still must have been some kind of stomp to get it through.
I examine his foot till I look him in the eye. I couldn't take off the boot and give him some numbing because of the flat end of the spike still on the outside of his boot.
“Imma have to take it out as is, big guy.”
I look at him remorsefully, he started to shake his head.
“No, no way.”
I sight and grab some big tweezers to lock onto the spike.
“Tech!”
Tech emerges from the cock pit after I call. He comes over.
“Yes, Cyare?”
I smiled, me and Tech hadn't said anything about our new found affection but our attitudes towards each other changed after that day. I was happy that he felt the same way as I did. After that day something clicked. He started to touch me a little more. A hand on my back or my shoulder but most notably, his nickname for me in Mando’a I still didn't understand. But from the boys reaction it was something sweet.
“Could you grab me a syringe with some pain relief meds. I’ll need to be quick once the nail it out.”
Wrecker started to squirm.
“No! No needles!”
He tries to get up.
“I’m fine now, nothing hurts.”
I roll my eyes trying to keep him down. Tech comes back with the syringe and hands it to me.
“Once more thing”
Tech stares into my eye waiting for his next instruction.
“Once I take out the spike I need you to take off his boot immediately so I can administer the drugs.”
He nods and starts to undo Wreckers boot so when the time comes he can take it off fast and easy.
Wrecker started to squirm. Hunter and Crosshair came back over to help hold his down.
“On the count of three.”
Tech is still holding the boot while Hunted and crosshair are precticly standing on Wrecker to keep him still.
“ONE!”
I grab the spike tightly.
“TWO!”
On two I yank of the spike. Wrecker screams and flails a little. The second the spike it out Tech rips off the boot and I administer the drugs.
Wrecker stops squirming after I gave him the meds. Hunter and Crosshair get off the poor guy. Hunter huffs with a smile taping his brothers shoulder and Crosshair grumble and walks away even though we all knew he was happy his brothers want in pain anymore.
Tech places his hand in-between my shoulder blade and walks away after a second.
Once me and Wrecker were alone again I wrap up Wreckers foot and give him a pat on the leg
“There all done.”
Wrecker stands up and starts to walk over tot he cock-pit to join his brothers.
While I was cleaning up my bunk I pick of the spike. It was pretty big and sharp. No wonder it got stuck up there. but as I inspect it closer I see something through the blood.
I squint my eyes and walk over to the ‘fresher. I rinse off the spike and gasp a little.
“oh no.”
I walk into the cock-pit everyone was relaxing. At some point we had taken off and were in hyperspace on our way back to Kamino. All the boys were only in their blacks, their armour laying around here and there. It would be a long trip and they wanted to relax. This was perfect.
Hunter is the first to look at my concerned face.
“Whats wrong?”
“wreckers I need you to stay calm for me, ok?”
He nods a dumfounded look still on his face.
I hold up the spick a little more.
‘This is rust.”
He nods.
“It was in your blood stream so that means you can get very sick.”
“Ok...”
He docent really react nothing I wasn't really expecting but then I pull out the small needle.
“I need to give you this so that you don't get hurt more.”
I was expecting his to start yelling telling me no. The others seemed to be expecting the same thing, getting ready to ponce on their vod as a moments notice.
But we are all surprised when Wrecker dosen’t make a move to run and get away or even protest.
I look around, not really knowing what to do, this had never happened before.
“Are you ok?”
for a moment I thought he had frozen with fear or something crazy like that. HIM, frozen in fear, NEVER.
“Alright.”
‘What?”
We all stare shocked.
“Do what you gotta do.”
Without even thinking I move quickly to administer the drug, thinking it was some kind of failed confidence and wanting to take advantage of his lack of squirming while I still could.
Once I was infant of him he showed me his arm but I shake my head and tell him to turn around.
he dose and before anyone could blind the needle is in his ass cheek and the drug had been given.
Wrecker gives a yelp. Most likely not expecting to have the drugs administered thought his very toned ass but other them that dosen’t make a sound or a move. Crosshair lets out a laugh at Wrecker’s yelp, I didn't thing anyone was expecting I would have to give him the needle in the ass and thought it was just the funniest thing. But to be fair if I was in his position I would laugh to.
Wrecker groans but sits down and gives me one of his warm smiles saying thanks.
THANKS.
I walked away, flabbergasted, Wrecker thanked me from giving him a needle, the thing he hates most right after hights.
I couldn't help but blush when I realized it was because he trusted me enough to let me do it. And just like that I was in love again.
Next was Hunter. After a mission I had gotten hurt when I was too close to an explosion that went off by accident. I was looking for some supplies or anything we could use and didn't have enough time to get out of the way.
I had passed out. Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t leave my side after Wrecker had taken me back to the ship and Tech treated my wounds but I was still out cold.
Once me, Tech and Wrecker became more lovers than friends everyones attitude started to change. It was clear to everyone we all loved each other, Even Crosshair changed, but of course none of us ever said anything. It was too embarrassing for me and the boys were to proud to admit it and none of us really knew how so we just let out actions show it.
Everyone stayed close Tech constantly checking my vitals and making sure all was right while Wrecker held my hand. Hunter was behind Wrecker with a look of utter agony on his face.
Crosshair had his same straight face as he leaned on the doorway to the cockpit. He looked the same as always but the give away was that he wouldn't take his sharp amber eyes off me. Usually he would clean his 773 Firepuncher Rifle but instead he just stared at my unconscious body.
When I woke up Crosshair walked into the cockpit, Tech made sure I wasn't in any pain and Wrecker asked if I needed anything. My throat was dry so I asked for some water. Once Wrecker left Hunter took up my hand and kissed each of my knuckles. I smiled at him not wanting to talk because it really hurt my throat.
“I’m so glad you're ok ner kar'taylir darasuum.”
I didn't understand what he though. But Wrecker came in seconds latter saying
“She was my kar'taylir darasuum first, sarge.”
His tone was joking but also dead serious at the same time as he handed me the water. I chugged it down as he helped me keep my head up.
Tech came over and started to rub some bacta on the side of my face. I winced.
“Well technically-”
Wrecker rolled his eyes but gave up. I wince again and try and pull away.
Techs other hand worked its way around my head keeping me close so he could finish.
“Hold still, you want it to heal properly don't you cyare?”
I nodded and held still as best I could.
After that Hunter wouldn't leave my side. He was the first Batcher to ever sleep with me. Wrecker was very jealous. Soon enough all three started to sleep with me. It was nice being so close to them.
Things between me and him changed after that, his protectiveness almost suffocating but I knew it was because he loved me and was worried and I couldn’t help but love him back.
Finally it was Crosshair.
I started to tear up at the memory as I gather some bacta patches. I missed him but the memory was still nice.
It was a few weeks after the accident. I got a scar on the side of my face about the size of my forefinger. Crosshair started to stay close. In battle since he was a sniper and could stay away from too much danger he often dragged me with him saying that it was best to not get in the others way, everyone else agreeing.
I was lucky enough they let me come into the field int he first place but still.
His hand often lingered on my face sometimes tracing the scar.
Once we were back on Kamino once he grabbed my hand after I was done eating in the mess and started to drag me away.
When I asked where he was taking me he never told me.
He dragged me till we were in the shooting range. No one else was in there , it was way to early. Without a word he handed me a gun. I held it sheepishly, my finger nowhere near the trigger as I lookup as him with just my eyes.
He points over to a stall.
“Start practicing ik'aad girl.”
I stare puzzled. I look up at him after and I make my way into the stall he pointed at waiting for more instructions.
“If you're going to stick around you need to be able to protect yourself. I intend to make sure you can do that.”
I started to hold the gun the way I saw Hunter and Tech do. It was the same kind of gun they had, a DC-17 blaster pistol. Nut before I could even attempt to squeeze the trigger Crosshair stoped me.
“Hold on.”
He came up behind me. He was very close his arms snaking around me and position my hands properly. He moved one of his legs in-between my own and pushes my foot out a little.
Once I was repositioned properly instead of pulling away he came even closer to me. He leaned his head to my ear. His lips brushing my ear.
“Try now.”
I nod and fire the gun.
It kept going like that for a while. He taught me to shoot and eventually we got closer. He was the first one to kiss me, whenever I got a bullseye he kissed my neck or my cheek.
I wipe my the tears off of my cheeks as I think about how much I missed him. I finish packing up all the supply's I found and headed over the the door when everyone came rushing through the hallway on their way to the med room.
Without a word Tech grabbed my upper arm and started to walk around alternating corridors. Tech was the first to speak.
“The Empire is here.”
I stare with wide eyes.
“What?”
Hunter was next.
“The empire found us, he is here.”
Tears came back to my eyes. Crosshair was here and he was trying to capture or kill us. I wanted to stay strong for Omega and the others. Not wanting them to know how much I really missed the tall sniper but it was too hard. Know that he was here it broke my heart to know one of the men I loved no longer loved me or his brothers and new found little sister.
“I have jammed their signal but that won't stop him. they will do a forward to aft search so if we keep this up all will be well Cyare.”
He let go of my upper arm to work on his data pad. After a few minutes of walking around and hearing the troopers all around as as we evaded them.
As we walk in silence it was hard to stop crying but I kept silent.
“Talk to me Tech?”
“I’m trying to tap into the regs’ comms so we can monitor their movements.”
As we hear banging down a side corridor Hunter points his guns.
“Someone coming”
We all get back, the shadows in the corridor with no working lights hid us. The troopers march their way through the dark halls. We all crouch down. Weapons ready as I hold Omega. They walk right past us. It was too dark to really see anything, or maybe we are just really lucky.
As the troopers turn down a corridor we get up when Techs data pad let out a beep followed by blurred comm chatter.
“I’m in.”
I lean In closer to listen.
“All squads.”
“Yes sir.”
“Push the targets toward the hanger, we’ll pin then down.”
“Roger that.”
We hear Crosshair coiled voice on the comm, the voice I still loved. More tears fell as I feel Omega stiffen a bit.
“Aren't we headed for the hanger.”
Omega looks at Hunter worriedly.
“Not anymore, we’ll cut through the artillery deck.”
We made our way over to the deck guns at the ready as we tread carfully.
The deck itself was decrepit and rotting with two giant cannons never to be used again. We walked as quiet as we could but the creaking of the broken down room was unavoidable.
Lost in my own thoughts I was still letting out silent tears as Echo came over and held my hand rubbing my knuckles lovingly understanding my how I was feeling.
Me, Wrecker and Tech head over to a big window that the barrel of an old canon was meant to stick out of and looked down. It was a long drop down.
“Uh... okay, I'm not going out that way.”
I couldn't help but smile a little at his words. But it was short lived.
The second the words left his lips Troopers started to swarm us from all angles.
“There they are.”
We all hold our weapons at the ready as I hold Omega close behind Hunter. His hand out protectively.
“Stand down.”
I blink. It was a rather feminine voice. Not something I really expected.
The sound of a door shutting behind us makes us turn around only to see Crosshair and four other troopers with him.
Hunters guns still held hight as I pull Omega even closer know that we weren't behind Hunter. For an extra measure I slowly moved Omega behind me, hiding her with my body.
“Tapping our comms to track our movements? So predictable.”
I sneer at Crosshair a little, but it was hard. I still loved him, but he didn't love me.
Wrecker scoff at the statement popping his head out from behind a cannon.
“Nice to see you too, Crosshair.”
Tech and Echo where still unseen behind the cannon along with Wrecker when I could hear Tech speak lowly to Echo. Low enough not to draw attention but loud enough for me to hear a little.
“Echo, scomp in and reroute reserve power to the cannons”
My eyes widen a little.
‘The hell is he thinking’
Echo seemed to have similar sentiments.
“If these cannons fire, this whole deck will collapse.”
“Exactly.”
Techs tone was almost... playful?
I hold Omega tighter to my back her hand know wrapped around my waist. I mentally prepared my self and got ready to turn and grab her as we fall.
“Look at you all, scavenging like rats. It’s pathetic.”
It kind hurt to hear him say those words, knowing he saw me as nothing but a rat, but I had to remind myself that it was his chip, nothing more.
“Why come after us?”
Hunter still had his gun pointed at his old vod.
“You’re traitors.”
Each word he said stabbed me even harder but I held back my tears, but I bet my eyes looked like water in glass.
After his words Crosshair moves his right arm and points to the side, at the motion a few troopers started to surround us even more. Some moving from behind us. I could feel Omega cling a little harder as I hold onto her hands that were on my stomach and one on her head trying to comfort her.
“Done.”
I look to my side at Echo when he spoke softly to Tech. Tech started to press some more buttons. I give Omegas hand a subtle squeeze to let her know it was almost time.
Hunter still had his gun on Crosshair as he spoke.
“Crosshair, wake up. You’re being controlled by an inhibitor chip.”
Omegas hold losses on me as she steps forward a bit.
“He’s telling the truth. The Kaminoas put chips in all the clones. Remember what I told you in the brig, you can't help it.”
Her voice was strong and clear, it made my feel proud. My voice no doubly was very shaky. I’d probably stutter if I said anything. But the pride was short lived.
Crosshair stepped forward a bit, in response so did Hunter, standing in front of us with the gun at the ready.
“Aim for the kid.”
I gasp as Crosshair as his troopers aim at Omega. I grab her as fast as I could and shield her with my body.
“Your issues with me, not her.”
As I hold omega close concealing her from sight. I could hear Wrecker whisper.
“Hurry up.”
“Systems online in three, two one.”
As Tech counted down Crosshair gave us a warning.
“I suggest you drop your weapon.”
Suddenly the cannon went off, shaking the whole deck and sending Crosshair flying back.
Hunter starts to fire as he yells at us to “GO.”
We all start running but that wasn't the only shot. Once again the cannons fire making debris fall for the already unstable hole in the roof crushing some troopers.
Omegas hands shoot to her head as I try and shield her. Unlike me she immediately composed herself and pulled out her energy bow and started to take down some troopers. But I couldn't do it. Even if Crosshair was trying to kill me both as a doctor and his lover I refused to hurt him or anyone else, even if they wanted to hurt me.
As the cannons kept firing we could all see the roof about to drop on all of us, at least what was left of it.
As It started to fall Hunter pushed Omega out of the way.
“Look out!”
As everyone dodged the falling roof pieces we all had to scatter.
Wrecker was taking down troopers with his bare hands, throwing them out the window. He grabbed the bombs as we all regrouped and made our way to the door only to be met with a very unwelcoming flamethrower. In response Wrecker throws his proton torpedo at the unwelcome surprise.
“Direct hit. Yeah!!”
After Wreckers little celebration we all made our escape into one of the ships ion engine chambers.
“The Ion Engine chamber? Why'd you bring us here?”
“Because this is our alternate egress off the cruiser.”
Wrecker groans at his vods answer.
“I don't even know what that means.”
I pat wreckers shoulder.
“Don't worry, I don't either.”
We all make out way to the end of the ion chamber.
Tech raises his finger.
“It means that this is our other way out.”
I smile a little at his matter of fact tone.
As we slip down onto the bottom of the camber I couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it.
“We’re almost there, a little further.”
Hunter was trying to lift our spirits and motivate us a little but it wasn't really working, but I still smiled knowing he meant well.
“I didn't think you meant we would be escaping through the engine.”
“I could not have been clearer.”
Techs response to Echo made me laugh a little to myself. even though to him it was clear Tech sometimes had trouble understanding that others needed deeper elaboration.
“Whoa, I've never been inside an ion engine before.”
“Thats a good thing, Omega.”
I couldn't help but respond to her funny statement.
“Yeah, it would be weirder if you had, kid.”
“These chambers are quite the engineering marvel.
“Yeah, they are huge and effective, it’s amazing.”
Once again I marvel at the utter size of the engine.
“Yes, this blast primer coating is capable of withstanding--”
Before Tech could finish his fun fact Wrecker interrupted him and pushed him forward.
“No one cares, keep movin’.”
“Hey.”
I complained too Wrecker after he interrupted Him.
I could practically feel Wreckers eyes rolling.
“Ok, (Y/N) cares but still.”
Once Hunter and me are at the opening of the Ion engine, Hunter steps out ready to find a way down when Wrecker groans again setting down the case of bombs he was still lugging around.
“Well, now what?”
Tech steps forward but was interrupted by a blaster bold almost hitting him.
I gasp and rush over once Tech who was stumbled forward but was caught by Hunter when he almost fell to make sure he was ok.
Hunter pokes his head around before I could protest but I was silence when I heard Crosshair’s voice from afar.
“Try again, Hunter. I told you before, you’re surrounded.”
A ship lands behind Crosshair as Hunter turns back to face us.
“Double back.”
As we all run back I could start to hear an unsettling rumbling and machinery whirring to life as I feared the worst.
‘no’
“What is that?”
Omegas question was hesitant probably worried about the answer, as she should be. It was Hunter to break the news.
“Sounds like the engines coming online. But that's not possible, right?”
After his question Tech puts down his flashlight and pulls out his data pad.
“Technically, it is. I restored the ships main power core when I accessed the central system, which means the engines can be activated.”
“Crosshair, wouldn't do that, would he?”
Omega looks at me.
“a-apparently he-he would.”
My voice cracks a bit, trying my best to believe he wouldn't.
“How much time do we have?”
Echo asked the question we all needed to know.
“I estimate less than two minutes.”
I hold omega close again as air was getting sucked in the ion engine as a blue fire was starting to appear.
“What do we do.”
It was the question on everyone mind as I tried to wrack my brain. As we think I could hear the ship outside start up and fly away.
‘He really was going to do it.’
Tears come to my eyes. At this point I was shocked I even had any left.
“Uh. what about plane 7?”
Of all people it was Wrecker to come up with an idea, that was, till Echo mentioned.
“Plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!”
“well--well you think of something!”
Wrecker challenged as he held the case of bombs in front of him.
“Can we use the explosives from the armoury to disable the engine?”
“It won't cause a large enough reaction to effect the thermal chamber. But if we place a series of charges around this cone, we may be able to break away form the cylinder while destabilizing the core.”
Techs answer made me shiver, yay, more dropping.
“Break away, you mean fall, all the way down?”
“It’s that or be incinerated.”
Echo made a point, still it was an unpleasant prospect.
“Everyone take an explosive. Tech, (Y/N) up top with me. Omega stay here.”
We all nodded and got to work placing the charges. Once set and activated we all backed up as Wrecker held the button that would let all hell break loss.
“Everybody, get down!”
The second Hunter said it I grabbed Omega again shielding her for anything that might go wrong.
We all start to bounce as the chamber started to fall. Braking away from eh rest of the ship.
“Hold on!”
Despite Techs warning I didn't have time to grab something as we started to plummet. I started to slip away from everyone else, immediately letting go of Omega and giving her and little shove toward Hunter. As the cylinder fell I only got pushed farther away from the others.
When the cylinder falls and breaks in half I found myself alone.
I had landed on my back and groan as I sit up, only to yelp and fall back. Once I felt my head I see what was wrong, the upper side of the right thigh had a big gash in it.
I whimper as I try and move to treat my wound. Once I slow my bleeding with my shirt I flop back. Luckily I had a sports bra underneath.
I lay there for a few seconds. After I regain my self and start to think a bit more clearly through the pain I reach for my comm only to grab at nothing.
My head shoots up as I franticly look around the the device. I sit up and look around not seeing anything.
I jump a bit when I suddenly hear engines above me. Right as I look up I see a ship with a bright lights shining down on me. I lift my hand to cover my eyes as I stare at the ship hoping it was the others.
As the ship slowly descends my fear shoots through the roof. Once I realize who it was I try and crawl back only to scream as I drag myself by my arms and one uninjured leg.
Once the ship lands a few meters away I expect to be shot on sight by some troopers. But instead of troopers coming out It was Crosshair.
He didn't have his rifle with him or any weapon for that matter. He walked over to my whimpering form as I kept trying to get away from him.
Crosshair didn't say a thing as he knelt down beside me once I couldn't move back anymore, my back against some metal debris as he stared at me through his green visor on his helmet. I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want the man I love to kill me with his bare hands and before I knew it, I was begging him.
“Please--please... don’t d-do it.”
My voice was horse and broken as I begged him. I felt like my world was closing in around me.
Finally, Crosshair takes off his helmet. He was smirking at me.
I cry and shake as I continue to beg him not to kill me, as I do Crosshair looks over me. His eyes linger on my chest for a while as he takes in the sight of my breasts, his smirk widening, until he sees my leg.
Then he scowls at my leg. The second his smirk leaves his face I Immediately I stop begging. Only letting out a few whimpers and crys from the pain that I couldn't hold back.
“Look at you, see what happens when you aren’t carful?”
He touches my thighs just below the cut in it. I hiss and try and ball up in an exempt to feel safer. I love Crosshair and it broke my heart to know that I no longer felt safe and secure when he was close.
“Come on ad’ika. hold still”
I whimper and try to get away this time moving to the side.
“D-Don’t-- please. p-please don’t do i-it.”
The tears were uncontrollable, Crosshair lifted his hand to wipe them away.
But just as he opened his mouth to say something the others started to come.
“(Y/N)!”
They all yelled for me once they saw who I was with, Crosshair reaches for his comm without a second thought.
“Kill them.”
Suddenly my mind when numb along with my leg. Without thinking I grabbed Crosshairs arm.
“No- no Crosshair please!”
He didn't say anything.
“(Y/N)!”
They called for me again getting closer and closer.
“RUN!”
I scream as loud as I could realizing crosshair wasn't going to do anything to stop his order.
“GET OUT OF HERE, HE WILL KILL YOU. RUNNNNNN!”
Crosshair turned to me and growled. but he didn't do anything. The other reluctantly turned back once they saw all the troopers coming their way. I sigh in relief knowing if nothing else I gave them a chance.
Once they were out of sight I let go of Crosshairs arm. Crosshair stares at me. I was finally able to stop crying but I couldn't look him in his eye. I didn't want the last thing I see to be the man I love stare down at me with utter hatred.
I close my eyes getting ready for the final blow, but instead I feel his hands on my cheeks. I flinch but still didn't open my eyes, thinking he would move them down and strangle me.
After a few seconds I feel his hands pull away from my reddened and puffy cheeks. I could hear his armour adjust as he moves around. A part of me was hoping that he would just walk away. That maybe some part of him that still loved me. I wasn't a Jedi or a clone but I was with clones that, in their words, ‘were in violating of order 66.’
But I also knew he was probably getting up to grab his rifle and shoot me. I curl up into a ball my arms over my head and my left knee up to my chest. I tried to move my right leg but the gash in my thighs felt like it had fireworks in it every time I moved it.
I prepare myself for the end, mentally praying that the others got away, that they weren't hurt and that Omega was safe with her brother so she didn't have to see Crosshair shoot me.
Mid thought I felt two strong hand on my waist. I yelp as my eyes shoot open. Before I could do anything Crosshair lifted me up and on his shoulder, his arm around the back of my thighs keeping me in place.
I scream as he lifted me, the movement itself wasn't harsh or painful but because I was being moved so did my leg which meant harsh pain for me.
I grip his black armour so hard my entire hand seemed to turn white. I try and compose myself, the pain making it hard to focus and think straight.
I didn't even notice that he was taking me to the shuttle they came heer in until he set me down on the floor. He sets me against a wall of the ship so I could lean on it.
I stare up at him after I compose myself a little. My eyes must have looked wide and crazy, begging for answers and very confused. He didn't say anything but he did stare.
I didn't say anything either, scared that this moment would end. Scared I was really dead. My eyes said everything I needed them too. His eyes were different, even though he had a cold exterior his eyes often betrayed him if you knew what to look for. His eyes where clear back then, open. Now they were closed, like something was preventing him from showing me how he felt but he was fighting through it. I could see a little bit of emotion in those eyes. I just hoped it was enough.
We were broken out of our staring contest when one of Crosshair’s troopers came over.
“Sir, we need to leave. let’s kill the girl and report back to Kamino.”
Crosshair didn't take his eyes off me while the trooper spoke, but I did, staring up at the helmeted trooper as she spoke. I started to shake when the, what I assumed to be a woman, trooper mentioned killing me. That was when I looked back to Crosshair. I only stare it for a split second before his eyes seemed to darken before he whipped his head around and stood up. His nose almost touching the helmet of the trooper as he towered over her, but to be honest, aside from Wrecker he towered over everyone.
“She will not be killed, we will take her back with us to be interrogated.”
He gestured over to me.
“She will know what they plan to do next.”
The trooper just started at her superior for a moment till she nodded and walked away.
Crosshair scowled and placed a toothpick in his mouth, chewing it and moving it from side to side in his mouth.
I couldn't help me stare at his lips, wanting to kiss him and thank him for keeping me alive. He turned back over to me while grinding the toothpick between his teeth for a second. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done that's for sure. His lips seemed to hypnotize me.
He had kneeled down in front of me again, I only got shot out of my own thoughts when he chuckled at me. The sound was so smooth, it made my stomach twist with butterflies.
“Like what you see, mesh'la solus?”
The old nickname brought tears to my eyes. I never knew what they where saying. Whenever I asked any of the boys what their nicknames meant they would just smirk at me and tell me it was a secret.
I was crying a little but I couldn't help the smile on my face. Crosshair kept smiling at me. He raised his hand, I thought he was going to rub my cheek. I flinch when I feel a sharp prick in my neck. It was fast and over in a second. I hold my neck looking at him with shocked eyes.
Everything started to go black, my eyes started to fluter closed as I find myself falling over. Before I could completely black out and hit the floor I felt Crosshair’s arms again.
“I got you, Just let go.”
Then... nothing.
I wake up with a start. I sit up so fast my mind was spinning. I groan and hold my head. Once I compose myself I open my eyes again and look around.
I was in a cell with a red shield door. I recognized the space as a cell on Kamino. I was laying on the metal slab that jutted out front the wall.
I shift to have my legs hanging from the ‘bed’ but wince mid moment.
I groan and look down. My thigh was wrapped up in white bandage. I was in a black tank top and underwear.
I touch my leg. The gash felt like it had be stitched with minimal blood seeping through the bandage so I didn't tare my stitches which was a refill.
While I was distracted inspecting my leg I didn't hear the whoosh of the door.
“Shocked?”
My head shoots up, it was the female trooper from earlier.
“The commander said we had to keep you alive, couldn't interrogate you properly with you bleeding out.”
I didn't say anything. I gave her a strait face. I had shown too much emotion already. I didn't want to give her any reason to think I was weak. I mean, I was. but she didn't need to know that.
After a few seconds of silence she walked over to the consul and pulled a lever to deactivate the ray shield.
It crossed my mind briefly to get up and fight. But unlike her I was both injured and not very good at hand to hand combat, and in Crosshair’s words ‘my aim was shit.’
She walks back over to the front of the cell.
“Come on get up.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. I had a gash going all the way down the side of my thigh.
She didn't seem to get it or she didn't care so I just sighed and started to try and get up. I place my hands on the slab and slowly get up. After some teeth grinding and pained groans I was able to stand up placing most of the weight on my left leg.
She rolled her head with a sigh clearly annoyed at my partially immobile state. If she didn't have head helmet on I bet she I would have seen her roll her eyes to.
She walks over to my shaky form grabbing me by my upper arm tightly. It hurt but as she started walking, her harsh hand was probably the only thing keeping me upright. As we walk through the always I get a lot of side glances The new non-clone troopers probably wondering who I was and the few clones that were still around wondering what I was doing here.
As she walks and I pathetically hobble around I can't help but think of what will happen to me.
It felt like forever till we got the the interrogation room. I feel like she dragged out the walk by going the long way to break me down before interrogation. It was a good way to soften a civie like me up, there was just one problem.
I didn't know shit.
I wasn't a part of the ‘attack’ part of the squad as I liked to call it so I never new any plans. And I never asked, not really caring. It was my job to take care of them when the boys where injured and I always did no matter what so it didn't really matter if I knew where we where going or not.
I often just stayed on the Marauder. And besides, so many things have been thrown at us. One complication after another so there was never really a fixed plan, we always had to change what we were doing.
The room was small with two metal chairs on either side of a metal table and a bright light on the ceiling.
She shoves me harshly in the chair furthest from the door but dosen’t sit down herself.
Once I sit I check my leg to make sure nothing happened to it. Once I conform no stitches were torn I looked up at her. My face still straight but I imagine my eyes had enough fear in that that it didn't really matter.
She didn't sit in the chair, opting to just lean forward on the table with her two firsts.
“Where are they?”
I almost sigh in relief. That means they got away. But I hold it back.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.”
The trooper finally took off her helmet gently placing in in front of her on the table. I made a mistake by following her helmet and not keeping my eyes on her. The second the light tap sound was heard as she placed it down and loud thwack was heard followed by a yelp.
My head twisted violently to the side after she slapped me. The hard slap pulled tears from my eyes. As I bring my hand up to my now burning left cheek. I looked back at her.
“Try again.”
My face hardens more. I know that my lack of answers was going to piss her off and end up causing me a lot of pain but it was worth it to piss her off so much. She needed answers but I wasn't the person with them.
Knowing she wouldn't get anything from me made me happy.
I didn't really see a point in taunting her further, she was already pretty pissed and would only get more pissed as time goes on so I might as well tell her the truth, it would probably annoy her more once she figures out I really don't know anything.
“I don't know where they are. If they're not on Bracca, how could I?”
She growled and slapped me again.
I had accidentally bit into my cheek this time. I whined at the pain and spit out a glob of blood to the floor beside me.
My cheek was throbbing. I had to consider myself lucky however, she was only slapping me so far but damn was she good at it.
I look back at her but didn't say anything just star at her, waiting for her next question or to repeat her last on again.
“What was your plan?”
“On what?”
She growls at me but doesn't make a move to hit me again.
“Why were you and you're little friends on Bracca?”
“Surgery.”
I smirked a little as she growled again, She wound up her arm and I close my eyes in anticipation. Just as the blow would have landed the door whooshes open and a harsh voice rang int he room.
“STOP!”
I open my eyes to see a very angry Crosshair and a very shocked and kinda flushed trooper. She stuttered a little trying to explain and probably trying to figure out why he was so angry.
To be fair though, so was I.
Crosshair seemed livid. His face contorted with anger.
“Why is she here.”
The trooper was finally able to get some word out.
“I wanted to interrogate her as soon as she woke up, sir.”
“I told you I would interrogate the prisoner, you've disobeyed a direct order.”
The trooper stands at attention and salute’s him.
“I’m sorry sir, it won't happen again.”
“Get out.”
The trooper grabs her helmet and moves out of the room quickly. Crosshair didn't take his eyes off her as she left. I found myself staring at the metal table as I run my tongue along the cheek I had bit pretty hard, still tasting some blood as I place a hand to my now most likely bruised cheek.
I flinched a little when I felt Crosshair’s hand on my cheek. I look up. I was scared now. A random trooper torchering or killing me, what was fine. But him..
I freeze.
“You’ll tell me what I want to know, ad’ika. Whether you want to or not.”
His voice was eerily calm as his thumb runs over my cheek.
Before I knew it I was in the batches old barracks.
Crosshair had picked me up and with an injured leg I couldn't stand on it so that made it hard to try and get away from him.
He set me down forcing me to lay down as he hovered over me. His gaze felt predator like. He was a wolf while I was a measly little bunny biding her time.
He was fast about it, making sure nobody saw it. I felt safer knowing I wasn't in the interrogation room but his words earlier made me more than a little nervous.
To scared to look at him I look around the room trying to find some kind of comfort in the familiar area, only to find nothing.
It felt wrong. Techs writing on the wall was gone, Wreckers bunk was made and clean. The room smelled clean and Hunters Clone force 99 symbol was gone. Even Crosshairs old paper shooting targets were gone.
It felt wrong. It didn't feel like it was my boys place. But I didn't have much time to dwell on it.
Crosshair was hovering over me. Holding my wrists over my head.
I could feel my pussy throb. it was like our first time. All the boys are different in their approach to sex.
Tech was very much into toys and experimenting with positions and places.
Hunter was sweet but very much primal when he got really into it.
Wrecker knew he was big so he was very gentle but efficient.
Echo usually wanted me to take the lead while I straddle him riding his cock. Not wanting to hurt me.
Crosshair, oh Crosshair was hard. Hard and fast. He liked it hard and in every place he could think of. His love of fucking me wherever he could made getting caught a common worry.
“Where are they?”
I had to blink a few times. I was so lost in thought I shoot my eyes up to his trying to calm down but his eyes, oh his eyes, it took me a second to comprehend the question while my pussy throbs.
“I-I...”
I couldn't get the words out, I had them in my head I just couldn't speak them. I didn't have the answers he wanted and despite me trying to tell him this I was just a stuttering mess, especially once I realize what position we where in.
He was still hovering over my body, his long slender fingers griping my wrists not too hard but hard enough that it let me know I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.
But what made me even more nervous was he closeness to my face. His nose almost touching mine, his warm breath fanning over my face, the smell of crisp peppermint settling in my nose. It made my knees weak. But I only become more hyperaware of our position. With my pussy throbbing intensely I tried to close my thighs, wanting to rub them a little to get some much needed friction. only to go eye wide at t he realizing something was in the way.
My head shoots down, not even thinking, almost hitting Crosshairs nose with my forehead in the proses if he didn't pull back a little at the prefect time.
My face turns as red at a tomato when I realize that Crosshairs still armoured knee and thigh where in between mine. Just a breath away from brushing his knee on my pulsing sex.
I can almost feel the vibrations of Crosshairs chest when he chuckles at the reddening of my poor face. But the colour only seems to deepen when he leans down into my ear, his lips brushing it a little almost pressing his lips into the ear making me shiver uncontrollably.
“Lookin’ a little nervous there, ik’aad girl.”
My eyes move away from the sight of his knee between my thighs but up to his amber eyes filled with a playfulness I only remember seeing when we where alone.
I couldn't help the tears coming from my eyes at both his favourite nickname for me but mostly the fact that his eyes looked much less clouded now, more open and free like they used to be.
His smirk drops a little when he sees my tears. He moves both his hands off my wrists. At the motion I bring my hands over my face to hide it from him, not wanting him to see me cry like this.
I could hear him grumble a little before pulling my hands down and holding my wrists above my head again but this time he only uses one hand, his other is occupied, to busy holding my side as his warm thin lips attack my neck with kisses and some a-little-too-hard love bites. The pain wasn't to bad but it was enough to get me out of my own thoughts and force me to focus on him..
I still had a few tears on my puffy red cheeks so as he moves his kisses and bites from my neck to my jaw up to my lips when he pulls away for a second he notices the little shiny gleam of liquid on my cheeks and kisses them away.
Once again I was completely speechless, His attitude towards me now was a huge contrast to early with the batch on Bracca.
He stares at me for a few seconds. His face remained relaxed fro a moment until out of nowhere his eyes became hard to read again.
“Where are they, cyare?”
I take a second to collect myself, longer than I would have liked. Crosshair was still eh man I loved but he was different. More dangerous than before. I couldn't help but get a little exited at his new demeanour but for him this definitely wasn't a sexually thing as far as I could tell.
“I--I don't know.’
He stared at me for a while, reading me. trying to fish out if I was lying or not.
“Still don't tell you anything, huh ad’ika?”
I nod a little, not really sure when else to do.
He leans down to my ears again, as he whispers his gently rubs his knee against my crotch. Touching my clit just enough to make me squirm a little.
“Well then, let me tell you something.”
His lips brush lightly on my ears, almost tickling it ever so softly.
“ You and your friends have been giving me a lot of trouble lately.”
He wiped at my ear a little too hard, making my whine a little.
“I think it’s time you pay for it.”
My eyes widen and I try to squirm away. His grip on my wrists became bruisingly tight even though he was still only using one hand. His other was still occupied with my hip, his thumbs stroking it.
I couldn't get any words out before his lips where sealed tightly on mine, swallowing my defiance along with it.
The kiss was so warm, so sweet despite being hard. His kiss held so many meaningful memory's. In my mind it was pointless to fight. he could kiss me and I wouldn't do a thing to stop him, not being able to live with myself if I hurt him in any way.
Besides it felt good. Having him touch me like he used to, all-be-it a little more rough then he normally would, it still felt so good.
His knee kept grinding on my pussy that was still only covered by a pain of black underwear. His free hand starts to move down slowly, caressing every part of my skin. His hand left a trail of tingling heat behind making me feel all the more flustered under him.
His hand wandered too low, to cut up in the heat of the moment it seems both of us forgot about my leg, his hand started to groped my hip, wait and down to the top of my thighs till his moved down to the bandage. Too distracted by his welcoming warm lips I didn't think to stop him. By the time I realized when leg he was squeezing it was too late.
His squeeze wasn't very heard but since the wound was still pretty fresh it hurt like hell.
I immediately go eyes wide, I pull away screaming. Moving my head to its side I press my cheek into the sheets behind me head as I soaked them with my tears.
Crosshair immediately pulls his hand from my thigh and lets me pull away from his kiss but otherwise doesn't move.
I didn't even have time to collect myself before he let go of my wrists and moved his hand to the cheek facing him kissing my eyelid as I cry.
I calm down for a second, shocked by the caring kiss. before I could stop hiccuping however he was already kissing down my neck, sucking on my soft spot making the pain numb a little.
I figured it was his version of a little apology, even without his chip he wasn't very good with his words, emotionally anyway. He always let his actions speak for him.
But to my surprise he goes lower and lower and lower. once he kissed them top of my underwear he looked up at me.
“You know what pain feels like... now let me show you pleasure~.”
I shudder at his words not really knowing what to even say.
His left arm wraps around my injured right leg gently, just underneath the bandage and lifts it up ever so softly to give the bandage a lingering kiss. A pleasant pulsing ran through the wound, not painful our sore, not even sexually but more, calming?
I didn’t really understand it. it was strange to feel so much pain just for it to be gone in seconds after a kiss.
His teeth nip at my underwear pulling them down slowing still being careful of my leg.
The sight was utterly sinful. I tilt my head back and moan, the sight of him between my shivering legs too much to handle. The memories of him pounding into my quivering pussy making my shake even more with anticipation.
I could feel how wet I was for him, some things never changed. He seemed to agree with me.
“Wet for me still?”
It wasn't a question that needed answering. I stared into his amber eyes getting lost in them as he chuckles at my current state.
with my bottom half now bare he moved up my body again. I was a little confused. Not really expecting it. Apparently my face clearly shows my confusion because Crosshair was chuckling at me.
“Easy, girl.”
I didn't really get his words but I quickly forgot about it when his knee came up to my bare pussy stroking it with his knee juuust right. My head rolls back along weight my eyes. His hard armour on my already swollen clit too much. My moans became uncontrollably as I became putty in Crosshair’s hands.
I nearly registered Crosshair’s low chuckle in my ear.
“You like that ik’aad? Like how I make you melt.”
I nod, not being able to get a word out.
I completely forgot the position I was in right now, Being held by the Empire, supposedly getting tortured and having no escape plan of any kind. and yet I couldn't be happier then I was right now. Being held under the man I love as he grinds his knee on my puffy little clit. This was heaven.
I could start to feel the perfectly tight feeling coil in my tummy, bringing me closer and closer to that oh so sweet release. But just before it cam loose, he stops. I practically sob at he pulls away, feeling the need to have his touch me, use me, do anything to me. As long as he was touching me I was in bliss, having his pull away was like torture.
He chuckled again, his deep smooth voice making the coil come back for just a moment only to disappear as quickly as it came.
His still gloved hand came down to my pussy, stroking my soaking folds painfully slowly, gathering my slick on his fingers. Almost caressing my clit only to pull back down at the last second. I couldn't help but whine. A wordless beg to have him touch me.
“Relax, you'll get what you want if I decide you should have it.”
His words where hard but lost all sharpness to them with his slightly playful tone, alone too slight to notice. But for someone like me, who has been so imitate with him before, it was easy to tell he was playing around a little. wanting to drag this out.
For a moment my mind cleared a little, coming out of its blissful fog, raging this out, what would happen to me after? Do I go back to my cell? Will he still torture me? With the other rescue me? Do they even know where I am?
Before I could spiral top far I was Brough back to reality when I felt two fingers slip into my tight pussy, Two bare fingers.
My head It still tilted back into he sheets but I look down at Crosshair when I feel him again.
My pussy throbs after I see him. Some time during my little freak out he and not only striped his armour but also the top of his blacks, leaving his in only his tight fit lower blacks that did nothing to hide his raging hard on. At the sight my mind flashes to all the times I had seen his like this, hard and ready to pound into me. without mercy.
But to my dismay he seemed content on taking his bloody sweet time this go round.
Prick.
I didn't have much time to be pissed however, his fingers weren't his dick but right know it was good enough. It had been a while since I had been fucked good let alone at all. With Omega around it was important to keep things kid friendly. But as a result I was pretty pent up and in need of a good hard fucking.
I rolled my hips up into his fingers meeting up with his thrust and finding a good rhythm.
“Eager?”
I nod desperately,
“Words, ad’ika~”
I rolled my hips deeper into his hand, my eyes rolling back when he toucher that oh-so special spot inside me.
“Yes~”
I moaned out so loud, after all this time I was a bit more sensitive than usual, I love Omega but damn is that kid a cock block.
Despite seeing my sensitivity and desperation Crosshair seemed to what to take advantage of my precarious position.
“You won't cum till you tell me everything, cyare.”
I groaned coming back to reality a bit, right, I'm still technically a prisoner.
Joy.
“ I-I don't kn-know where they a-are~”
I was breathless with my answer since Crosshair was still pumping his long perfect fingers into my wet pussy, hitting the spots that make me feel lit putty in his hands.
“I believe you.”
He picked up his pace a little, I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, panting hard, my body begging for a release.
I could feel Crosshairs lean forward to whisper in my ear, the action giving him easier access to my pussy, being able to delve further into it. drawing out a hard whimper and moan from me.
I was so close, so so close but he seemed to notice and slowed to a snails pace. I whimper at the loss of friction.
“I want to know a few things so let’s start with the easy question, yeah?”
I nod desperately trying to thrust into his hand only for him to stop completely. I also sob.
“Why where you on Bracca, Mesh’la?”
I was shaking, not from fear, I fact I wasn't scared at all for some reason, I had every right to be but I wasn't. No I was shaking because of my denied orgasm. It kind of was hurting. The tense muscles in my lower abdomen not able to relax with out that rush of endorphins through my whole body. Fucking Biology.
“The c-chips.”
My voice was breaking the pain being a little too much for me.
“P-ple-ease~”
I didn't even have to elaborate. Crosshair you me well enough to know I was hurting. Mostly for experience, this certainly wasn't the first time we played the denial game.
Without saying anything he started to thrust a little again, not enough to make me cum but enough to relive a little pain.
I sigh in relief. relaxing a little more.
“What about the chips?”
I final open my eyes again to look up at him, his face was still hard but his eyes looked a little confused, clearly wanting more.
It shocked me a little not to hear his deny their existence.
“We got them removed, Wrecker almost killed Omega, whe---.”
His fingers brushed up against my g-spot again making me shiver and lose my track of thought again.
He leaned closer kissing right behind my ear.
“Keep going.”
He stoped thrusting again making my groan breathlessly again.
“We want to Bracca after Wrecker started getting bad headaches. Omega mentioned that it could be the chips, Tech said we should get them removed but we had to do it discreetly so we did it on the abandoned Jedi Cruiser so as not to draw attention to ourselves.”
I decided to leave Rex out of the story, not wanting to make him a target to. it was better if they thought he was dead, safer too.
Crosshair started to thrust again, this time with a little more purpose. he slowly picked up speed, pressing all the right spots inside me that only the boys knew about.
I cried out as I got closer and closer but he started to slow down again. And for just a second I got angry with him and completely forgot the position I was in.
“Dank ferrik Crosshair let me fucking cum!!!”
For the first time in almost forever I screamed at him. being so sexually pent up and sensitive I just couldn't take it anymore and all rationality seemed to fly out the window into the story sea outside.
I move my head to glare at him but he second I look in his eyes I remember where I was and who I was with. I gasp covering my mouth and shut my eyes tight as I wait to be hit or slapped or anything but it never came.
When I open my eyes again I see a very smug looking Crosshair. It take me by surprise seeing him look so cocky. His smirk still made me feel things though.
“I guess I could---”
For a moment I had some hope, finally getting to cum and actually think straight.
“If you beg~”
His smug tone immediately makes me hesitant as I glare at him a little again. His smirk just seemed to get wider. it felt like electricity shot through me when he slowly started to pump into me again, teasing me, trying to get me to give in.
And it fucking worked.
“Please Crosshair, Please~ let me cum on your fingers~”
He sins seem to need much more convincing, that rock hard budge in his skin tight blacks making it clear that he wanted this as much as I did.
I thought he would just speed up his thrusting, making even start to fuck me for real but I wasn't expecting his next move.
before I could even let out a breath he moved down faster then I could blink and stacked his thin lips to my clit, sucking and licking it mercilessly.
I gasp as my body starts to shake like I was in and earthquake. That tightness in my tummy coming back as if on a mission.
Crosshair knew exactly how to make me weak. As I back my hips up to his mouth, desperately chasing my orgasm, only to be stops when his free hand that was doing who knows what, at this point I could barely register anything that wasn't his two fingers and his lips and tongue, comes up and holds me down by pressing on my stomach.
Just as I was about to protest the knot in my tummy snaps with a vengeance, I gasp and shake violently when I finally get my precious orgasm. My body becoming racked with pure ecstasy that only Crosshair could give me.
Crosshair helps me ride out my hight then pulls away coming back up to my face, a shit eating grin on his face as he licks away my arousal seductively, almost making me cum again.
He kisses my lips, lingering longer than normal, when he finally pulls away leaving me breathless once again his lips still lithe brush on my lips as he whispers to me.
“I’m not done yet, ik’aad girl~”
“Huh?”
Before I could think Crosshair had flipped me over onto my hands and knees exposing my bead ass to him. I yelped in pain for a second, the fast moment irritating my poor right leg again.
With all this rough handling I was kind of worried about it so I reach down my hand to feel if I tore any stitches. Just as I was about to find the start of the stitches beneath the white bandage my head was shover down into the sheets by a hand on the bace of my neck followed by both my hands being tied behind cuffed behind my back.
“Cross, my stitches.”
I could hear him huff in annoyance but I could hear the sheets ruffling and two fontal fingers tracing the sticked up gash under the bandage. After dragging his fingers up and down the wound about two times he pulled the hand away and placed them on my hands that are pressed close together from the cuffs in guessing he got from his tool belt on the floor.
“Your fine.”
His voice was sharp but also, dare I say, needed. (eyebrow wiggle)
before I had a chance to even roll my eyes I feel a sharp stinging on ym ass and yelp.
“Di...did you just... spank me?”
I could head a coiled chuckle from behind me, right in my ear. It made me jump a little, too distracted by the stinking on my poor unsuspecting ass cheek.
“Yup”
Was all the response I got before he wiped at my ear and thrusted into me with one hard push of his hips.
I cry out again, it didn't hurt, seeing as I had taken him before and I had already cum so I was plenty wet now. It was shaking, everything moving so fast with barely a moment to think. I was still pretty overstimulated from my previous orgasm, my body fast electric as his hands my arms down to my back with the help of cuffs not allowing me to move them at all.
Crosshair was mostly noiseless when we had had sex before an Deven know he wasn't overly loud, mostly just soft grunts but it was enough to let me know he seemed to miss this as much as I did.
He was pounding relentlessly, the position he had me in letting his long thigh dick to kiss my cervix with each thrust, making me tremble with pleasure. If the bad wasn't built into the wall I think we would have broken already.
This wasn't the first time I had been handcuffed during sex before. Tech liked to experiment with bondage, but it was the first time in this position, with Crosshair and most notably, without a safe word.
The intense venerability made me feel like I was on cloud nine, I didn't know If I asked him to stop he would, and it felt good.
I was moaning uncontrollably, wanting to say so much but not being able to.
Crosshair leans down, using his left hand the was previously on my hip to my side to prop himself upright as he leaned over me to my ear.
“You like that, Ik’aad? Like being...uuuuhh fuck... held down and fucked like a whore.”
My body was rock forward with every thrust, the only thing keeping me in place being his hand that was still on my two bound hands, and I loved it. The feeling of being at his mercy felt good. It felt good to let go. To not be in charge or responsible.
“YES~”
I didn't even hesitate, the words coming out so easily.
I could hear him chuckle behind me, the coiled sound making a knot come back.
“Good girl~”
My eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him above me, taking me as hard as he wanted to.
After a mother minute I couldn't hold back anymore, I needed to cum.
“Cr-cross, I I-i’m.... CLOSE.... ahhhhhh~.”
He growled and kissed my shoulder.
“Cum~”
It was on order, a command from a superior officer that had years of experience putting bad recruits in their place, one I would happily give in to.
With his words my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My body shakes uncontrollably, I couldn't think, racked with so much bliss I couldn't even move.
My mind was in a fog, I could tell Crosshair hadn't stoped thrusting into me, helping me to ride out my high as he chased his own.
After a few more hard thrust and my whining, feeling so overstimulated after two mind bending orgasms being him to stop thrusting but not being able to make any congruent sentences, he finally came.
“UHHHHHH!”
He pressed into me completely, melding my body with his. I felt so safe, like I wasn't with the empire, like I was back on the Marauder. I finally felt safe and secure when he was close. His body pressed to mine. I could feel his breath and his heard beating violently agent his build chest.
Once he relaxed I was ready to pass out. I didn't realize he had un-cuffed me till he turned me around to face him, my sweaty back against the sheets. He hovered over me again, his face sweaty and a little red.
He looked blurry, and the room was spinning.
I was exhausted.
Between the bloodless, the fear and stress, and the two hardest orgasms I think I have ever had, I was ready to sleep for the next week.
“What? Too much for my baby girl~?’
I could hear the smugness in his tone. I would roll my eyes at him If I wasn't starting to lose consciousness, so I just nod.
He chuckled again but I could hear the difference in this one. It wasn't smug or cock not even mocking, It was loving. Like he used to laugh at me when I tried to distract wrecker from a needle or when I would tell him a horrible joke.
He laid down beside me moving me to face the wall. He was on his back, I figured he would just leave me alone after that. But to my surprise he moved me to lay on my side facing him.
He moved my head to rest on his chest and moved my leg to drape over his with his left arm underneath my head with his hand on my shoulder with his right hand resting on my side moving up and down to softly lulling me to sleep.
“Goodnight ner kar'taylir darasuum.”
And with that I knew, this was still the man I loved.
Translation:
Cyare: Beloved
Ner kar'taylir darasuum: My love
Kar'taylir darasuum: love
Ik'aad girl: Baby girl
Ad’ika: little one
Mesh’la: beautiful
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Martyrs and Kings - Chapter 9
Only Ghosts
Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI
Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC
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Warnings: angst; iconoclasm; the inevitability of time; boundary testing; SMUT; semi-public sex; accidental voyeurism; hair-pulling; biting; sex under the influence of alcohol
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The galaxy had changed a lot in the last half century, but Coruscant still smelled the same. The stench hit Kix like a punch in the face when the shuttle doors opened. It wasn’t so bad on the upper levels, but it got noticeably worse as he descended. Captain Ithano had sent him a list of supplies to requisition when Kix notified the Meson Martinet that he was headed to the old capital, and most of them were only available from some of the shadier establishments in the Coruscant underworld. More than one of the items were a complete mystery to Kix, and he didn’t bother to ask exactly what it was that he was picking up for his totally legitimate, not-at-all-disreputable employer.
Republics and empires could rise and fall and rise again, but some things never changed, and black market dealers seemed to be a universal constant. Kix kept his head down and his blaster close. He wore his armor, craving both protection and anonymity. This deep in the city, it was always dark, and anyone who let down their guard was likely to get robbed or worse. He kept a watchful eye on the shadows, ignoring the fetid puddles and skittering vermin on the walkway. Ithano’s errands kept him busy most of the day, and his life was only threatened twice, which was a marked improvement over the last time he’d gone to level 1313. His last stop brought him near a familiar neighborhood, and as he headed back topside, Kix made an impulsive detour.
The building still stood, of course. 79’s had been located in one of Coruscant’s massive skyscrapers, so it was no surprise that the platform and facade were still intact. But the bar itself had obviously gone out of business years or even decades earlier, and nothing had moved in to replace it. Even the iconic neon sign was still installed over the doors, though it was not illuminated any more, and he could see that the transparisteel was broken in several places. The doors were boarded up, but it was easy enough to work a few free so he could squeeze through the gap. He switched on his helmet light and looked around, wary of finding something—or someone—living in the derelict club. It looked like nobody had been inside since it closed.
The floor was littered with assorted detritus: broken glass, cocktail napkins, faded drink menus. A few crumbling pro-clone propaganda posters still hung on the walls: actual posters made of paper, not holosigns. He could see bits of graffiti scratched into some of the tables, and he laughed quietly as he remembered the night he had scrawled “Fives’s sister” next to a sketch of a wampa in the refresher.
Kark, he had so many memories of this place. He remembered his first trip to Coruscant as a wide-eyed shiny, dragged to the bar by his new brothers in the 501st, terrified the entire time that he was going to be reconditioned for breaking the regs. He’d overheard a cute civilian sigh, “Captain Keeli. The prettiest clone in the GAR.”
Kix had spotted the legendary clone captain right away, sharing a drink with his Nikto Jedi General Di. That night, Kix went back to the barracks and drunkenly shaved his head in imitation of the older clone. Jesse had teased him relentlessly, telling him he’d gotten the pattern wrong.
“I didn’t get it wrong,” Kix had retorted. “I made it my own.”
When the news came back that Captain Keeli, General Di, and their entire company of clone troopers had sacrificed themselves to protect the Twi’leks of Ryloth, Kix had kept the hairstyle to honor their memory and added a tattoo that read, A good droid is a dead one .
He’d lost count of the nights he’d spent here, celebrating victories, mourning fallen brothers, searching for something more than the life of a man bred exclusively for war. Nights spent dancing and drinking with Jesse, Fives, Cerra, and Tup; nights spent seeking out nameless hookups with beings who only saw him as a piece of meat; nights spent brawling just to feel something, even if it hurt. Anything to drown out the screams of the brothers he couldn’t save, to drive away the memory of blood on his hands.
The last time he’d been here, he’d come with Jesse to celebrate his brother’s successful completion of ARC trooper training. It was his first time visiting the bar since the fateful night Fives had cornered him in the filthy bathroom, ranting about inhibitor chips and conspiracies and corruption at the highest levels of government. Kix had avoided the place after that, but Jesse had been so proud of his promotion, and he’d wanted to show off his new armor, and Kix had never been able to say no to Jesse. They’d started the night with tihaar shots, and then somebody had passed around tablets of sansanna spice. Kix had a vivid memory of a stunning Zeltron woman trailing her hand suggestively over Jesse's pauldrons.
“I like your armor," she'd said. "It’s so thoughtful of the Republic to provide leg rests.”
The night had degenerated into a wild blur of spice, booze, and anonymous sex after that. Jesse had loved every second of it. Kix, on the other hand, had been in full self-destruction mode after losing Fives and Tup, and that particular outing was when he hit the bottom. The next morning, bandaging his knuckles after a fight he didn’t remember, reeling from a nuclear hangover and a deep feeling of self-loathing, he’d commed Cerra and asked her to help him follow Fives’s investigation. He started by removing his inhibitor chip, growing his hair to cover the scar. It had been strange to let go of something that had been a part of his identity for so long.
Without direct access to the Kaminoan data, it had taken months to uncover the full potential of the chips, and he’d been assigned to the mission on Skako Minor before he’d completed his investigation. Finding Echo alive had renewed Kix’s determination to save more of his brothers, and he’d redoubled his efforts. Within weeks, he found what he was looking for, and then the Separatists found him.
He couldn’t save any of his brothers after all.
Kix took a long, last look around. The galaxy had moved on from the Clone Wars, and 79’s had failed to adapt and survive. All that remained of the clone bar was an empty shell, and only ghosts within.
It was late when Maree arrived on Coruscant. Teejay had booked a driver to pick her up from the spaceport and take her directly to her hotel at the top of one of the city’s gleaming towers. It had been a long day, and she desperately wanted to take a shower and go to bed. She stared at the garish holosigns that flashed by the speeder, replying mechanically to her driver’s inconsequential chatter.
It had taken longer than anticipated to receive approval for Kix to enter the Imperial Military Records Archive, and thus several days had passed since they had spent the night together. He hadn’t contacted her except to acknowledge that he’d received her message explaining the delay. The approval had arrived in the late afternoon, and Maree had Teejay book transport to Coruscant that night. As soon as she boarded the shuttle, she sent Kix a message with instructions to meet her at the archive the next morning.
Maree avoided Coruscant whenever she could. Something about the planet gave her the shudders. It was strange; she loved Hosnian Prime even though it was also an ecumenopolis. She had attended university on Coruscant and left the planet at the first opportunity. Accustomed as she was to the endless expanses on the planets of the Outer Rim territories, she felt claustrophobic and panicky among the towering spires and plastcrete canyons of Coruscant. At least on Hosnian Prime she could see the planet’s actual surface. The only way she could do that on Coruscant was to visit the peak of Mt. Umate in Monument Plaza, as if it were a curiosity or a tourist destination, and not the very foundation on which the ancient city was built.
But beyond all of that, Coruscant had always seemed to Maree to have an air of desperation. Strip away the glittering facade of the upper levels, and underneath one would find only pain and misery and exploitation. She was too young to remember Coruscant under Imperial rule, but she couldn’t imagine that much had changed with the formation of the New Republic. The corruption here was too systemic, too entrenched, to be undone with a mere regime change, no matter how determined or well-intentioned the government might be. It had been this way under the Old Republic; it had continued under the Empire; and there was no sign that anything had improved under the New Republic.
The soft chirp of her commlink startled Maree out of her pessimistic ruminations. It was a message from Kix.
Are you on 000?
She typed out a quick reply. Yes. Heading to my hotel now.
Have you eaten? He responded immediately.
Not yet, Maree typed. I was planning on getting room service.
Want some company? He replied.
Maree was a little surprised at the offer. She’d thought that his lack of communication had signaled that he wasn’t interested in continuing what they’d started his last night on Hosnian Prime. She’d told herself it was for the best, even if it stung a bit. She didn’t do long term, as Valsi had pointed out. The rational part of Maree’s brain said she could hardly fault Kix for sharing her attitude. But there had been something different about her time with Kix—something she could almost have believed was special, if not for the haunted look in his eyes as he’d left her flat.
Still, it couldn’t have been such a terrible night for him if he was interested in a repeat. The cynical voice in her head told her it was just more convenient for him to booty call her than to go to the effort of picking up another bedmate. Maree took a moment to consider. Kix had been good in bed—fantastic, actually. She definitely wouldn’t mind going another round or three with him. She was fully capable of keeping her feelings under control—it was her specialty, after all. And if she felt a twinge of disappointment that he only saw her as a warm body, it would fade.
Sure, she replied. Meet up at the hotel bar in an hour?
She sent him the name of her hotel, and he replied with a thumbs-up. She sighed a little, thinking wistfully that she’d have to settle for a sonic shower. She could see the hotel from the speeder now, and by the time she checked in, she had just enough time to unpack her bags and touch up her makeup after getting cleaned up.
Kix was already at the hotel bar when she arrived. She spotted him immediately, leaning against the bar, looking impossibly handsome and absolutely radiating unfriendliness. Something in his posture made him look dangerous in a way she hadn’t noticed during their earlier encounters. The other bar patrons gave him a wide berth. He stared down into his glass and didn’t notice her until she slipped into the space next to him. He looked up, and his stormy expression cleared at once.
“Hey, stranger,” she said, stretching up to kiss his cheek. “Am I late?”
He shook his head. “Got here early. Nothing better to do.”
Maree raised her eyebrows. He wasn’t slurring, but his breath smelled like whiskey, and she wondered how many he’d had. She signaled the bartender and ordered a cocktail, while Kix ordered another whiskey. The bartender shot her a meaningful look.
“Let’s get a table,” Maree said. “I’m starving.”
“Can I get anything started for you?” the bartender asked.
Maree glanced at the menu and ordered an assortment of appetizers, then led Kix to a cozy little booth in the back corner of the bar. Remembering his dislike of having his back to a door, she scooted into the side with the best view of the room, then patted the seat next to her. He dropped into the booth and immediately slid his hand high up her thigh.
Damn, he’s not wasting any time, she thought.
“How’ve you been?” she asked, hoping to pump the brakes a bit.
He shrugged. “Didn’t come here for small talk.”
He leaned in to kiss her, and she pulled back automatically.
“Agreed, I came here for dinner,” she said pointedly. “When’s the last time you ate?”
“Don’t remember,” he said. “Not hungry. At least not for food.”
He pushed his hand higher up her leg and cupped her sex through her gown. She suppressed a twinge of irritation and—to her horror—arousal.
“Well, I am,” Maree said, firmly pushing his hand back down her leg to rest safely on her knee. “I guess you’ll just have to wait.”
The bartender approached with their drink order as well as two glasses and a large pitcher of water, then beat a hasty retreat as Kix glared at him. Kix reached for his whiskey, but Maree picked it up and moved it to her side of the table.
“Water first,” she said.
He glowered at her, but she didn’t back down, meeting his eyes squarely with an expression she normally reserved for arguments with NRGL administrators. He grumbled a protest but drained one of the water glasses, and Maree refilled it before she gave him back his whiskey and sipped her own cocktail.
“Bossy,” he muttered.
“Yep,” she said agreeably. “If you’re a good boy and do what you’re told, maybe I’ll let you have dessert later.”
His eyes darkened. Maree hadn’t missed the way he responded when she’d called him a good boy in the bedroom, and she was not above exploiting that tidbit of knowledge to get him to make at least slightly healthier choices.
“Why wait?” he rumbled.
“Because the food is here,” Maree said, stifling a relieved sigh.
A service droid rolled up and deposited a tray of food at their booth. Maree picked up a bite and offered it to Kix. He ate it directly from her hand, his warm lips brushing against her hand.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said.
“I should hope so,” Maree replied, handing him another bite.
“Do you know how much whiskey it would take to get me drunk?” he asked.
“I don’t know. How much have you had?” she asked.
“Not enough,” he replied. “I don’t need to sober up.”
“What do you need?” she asked.
“Something stronger than whiskey.”
“What happened, Kix?” she asked. “Why are you doing this?”
He sighed, looking away from her. His eyes focused somewhere in the middle distance on something only he could see.
“It’s this kriffing planet,” he said at last. “Too many memories.”
“I didn’t realize you’d spent much time here,” she said.
He laughed humorlessly. “I used to live here. It’s been a long time.”
“I take it that things didn’t end well?” she asked, feeding him another bite, and then scooting his water glass closer.
“You could say that,” he said. His glance flicked between her face and the water glass, and his lips nearly twitched into a smile, but he obediently took another drink of water.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
“Not particularly.”
Stars, the man held onto his secrets like they were made of solid beskar. It didn’t bother her, exactly. After all, he was technically just her client, and spending a night together had not changed that, nor had she expected it to. She shrugged and began to eat her own food.
“Well, with any luck, it won’t take long to find what we need in the Archive, and you can get back to your life and leave this place far behind,” she said.
Kix made an odd expression, but he didn’t reply. Once she’d gotten him to eat those first few bites, he seemed to realize that he was ravenous, because he polished off the three plates she’d set in front of him and then began to steal bites off of her plate, too. He drained a second glass of water as well, so she didn’t object when he finished his whiskey. Throughout the meal, he’d kept his hand firmly on her leg, though he didn’t attempt any further explorations after she shut him down. Instead, he contented himself with drawing lazy circles on her thigh with his thumb.
They ate in silence, and Maree couldn’t help contrasting it with their banter at the hanging garden. Just when she had thought she was getting to know Kix, he reminded her that she really had no idea who he was.
He flagged down the server droid and ordered it to bring the bottle of whiskey. Maree sighed but didn’t intervene. She wasn’t his mother, and if Kix was determined to get plastered, that was his call to make. Still, she had no interest in watching him make a public spectacle.
“We’ll take it to go,” she said. “Charge everything to my room.”
To his credit, Kix didn’t stumble or weave on the walk to the lifts. In fact, he didn’t show any visible signs of intoxication at all. He was a perfect gentleman until they entered the empty lift and the doors closed behind them. And then he pounced. His mouth crashed into hers as he pinned her against the wall. All the air rushed out of her lungs, and she nearly dropped the bottle of whiskey. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing, stroking. His kiss was rough and hard, and Maree let out a strangled moan as he used his tongue and teeth. He kissed and licked and sucked his way down her neck and chest, pulling her neckline down to give him access to her shoulder. He bit her hard enough to leave a mark, and she flinched. He pressed his lips soothingly to the mark, and then returned to her mouth, consuming her with a kiss that danced along the edge of pleasure and pain. She didn’t even realize he’d rucked up her dress until she felt his rough fingertips slip into her underwear. She broke the kiss with a gasp.
“Kix, w—wait,” she panted.
He froze.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked raggedly. “Isn’t this why you told me to meet you here?”
“Yes, but you’ve been drinking, and—”
“Do I look drunk to you?” he demanded. “I know what I am doing. If you don’t want this, tell me now, and I’ll leave.”
“No, I—I want this,” she said, and he lunged back into action, kissing her until she was breathless. He yanked the fabric of her panties to the side and stroked his fingers over her pussy, hissing when he felt the wetness there.
“Not so calm as you pretended, are you, dirty girl?” he asked. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes, damn you,” she cursed as he slipped one of his fingers inside. Her body convulsed around him. “F—f—fuck!”
He thrust into her over and over, stretching her out until he could fit a second finger inside, dragging his thumb over her clit. She arched into the sensation. Her legs quivered and gave out, but Kix was there to catch her, wrapping his arm around her waist as she clung to his shoulders. There was no trace of the gentle man who’d touched her so reverently the last time they were together. This time, Kix was dominant, almost aggressive, handling her with a sublime roughness that had her trembling on the edge of an orgasm within seconds.
The lift slowed and emitted a soft chime.
“It’s not our floor,” Maree gasped.
Kix moved to shield her with his body just in time for the doors to slide open. He snarled at the hapless intruder, an Ishi Tib who stumbled back with wide eyes as he took in the scene before him.
“Sorry!” he squawked. “I’ll take the next one!”
The doors slid closed. Maree’s cheeks burned with humiliation, and she hid her face against Kix’s shoulder.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your face when you come all over my hand.”
His filthy words, the deft movements of his fingers, and the adrenaline rush of getting caught were too much. He wrenched her pleasure forcibly from her. She whimpered in surprise as her body clenched around him, her orgasm bursting through her.
“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s my beautiful woman. Kriff, you look so gorgeous like this, coming apart around my fingers. I could watch you for hours.”
He didn’t slow his movements until she stopped twitching and slumped against him with a breathy moan. Still supporting her with his arm around her waist, he gently withdrew his fingers from her. He stroked his thumb across her clit in one last, soft caress, and then he allowed her skirt to fall back into place, smoothing the wrinkles. She leaned against his chest, gasping for air. He wrapped both arms around her and held her close, whispering into her hair, telling her how well she’d done, and how sexy she was, and how he was going to take such good care of her.
“I can’t wait to get you back to your room,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck that pussy until you scream my name. Everyone in this karking hotel is going to know who is getting you off.”
Her knees buckled. He caught her with a dark laugh, taking the whiskey bottle from her loosened grasp.
“Not much longer, love,” he said. “Just a few more floors. Can you hold it together for me?”
She nodded, dazed. She was already wildly turned on again by the way he mixed praise with the dirtiest of promises. The lift slowed and the door chimed.
“This is us,” she said, her voice sounding embarrassingly unsteady.
She led him down the hall and fumbled as she keyed in her door code with shaking hands. He followed closely, dropping the whiskey on the console table and crowding close to her, his hands roaming greedily over her body. Her skin felt like it was on fire wherever he touched her. He tugged her dress off over her head in a single fluid motion as he backed her up against the bed. She tumbled onto the mattress, and he stood back, eyeing her with a hungry look.
“Stars, look at you,” he breathed. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You are overdressed,” she observed.
He began to strip off his clothes as Maree propped herself up on her elbows to watch. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a thick chest that tapered down to a lean waist. His smooth, golden brown skin was criss crossed here and there by scars, and he had a smattering of dark hair. She had seen him naked before, but she hadn’t had time to admire him at her leisure. He was glorious.
As he lowered his trousers, she could see that he was fully erect, and a bead of precum had dampened his underwear. She sat up to reach for him, teasing his cock through the fabric before easing the garment down over his narrow hips. She made a happy little noise and leaned forward to swirl her tongue around his shaft. He tangled his hands in her hair with a curse. She loved the gentle tugging on her scalp and hummed with pleasure at the taste of him. His hips bucked forward at the sensation. Before she could proceed, though, he used her hair to pull her head away from him, then pressed her down onto the mattress, climbing on top to straddle her hips.
She could feel the weight of his erection resting on her belly. She traced her hands up his thighs, but he stopped her before she reached his cock. Gripping her wrists, he pinned her hands to the bed. He leaned down and began to explore her body with his mouth. Rubbing his cock against her torso, he kissed and licked down her chest, and then he drew one breast to his mouth and bit down, hard, as he sucked on her. She let out a ragged, broken sound.
“You’re going to remember me,” he growled as marks bloomed across her skin. “Don’t ever forget me.”
“Never,” she whispered as he sucked bruises onto her breasts again and again.
“That’s fucking right,” he said, and he plunged into her in a single, hard thrust, sheathing himself fully in her slick heat.
She cried out his name as he drove himself into her again and again. She could feel her body pulling taut around him, drawn like a bow, all her sensation pulling itself into the base of her spine, building in intensity until all at once, it was too much. The bowstring snapped, and she shot into ecstasy. Kix ground out a curse as he buried himself deep inside her and spilled into her heat. His arms gave out, and he collapsed onto her chest, breathless and utterly spent.
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I humbly apologize to the 79's girlies (gn). If you'd like to read about the club in happier times and tag along with Kix and his friends on a night out, please allow me to recommend my fic "Do It Again," which shares continuity with this story.
Chapter 10
Tagging: @blueink-bluesoul @secondaryrealm @spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @goblininawig @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5
#kix has tricks#and is a switch#dystopicjumpsuit writes#martyrs and kings#tcw fanfic#star wars tcw#sw tcw fanfic#sw fanfic#star wars#clone medic kix#kix x oc#post stasis kix
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I know part of this comes from how Tumblr’s search engine operates but there’s no reason for the “pro jedi dni” tag to exist for any reason other than to be an absolute jerk to pro jedi fans. Like you couldn’t just stick the regular anti/critical tags? I’m sure most of us blocked have those tags already so why try to appropriate a tag for positive jedi discussion. Also if they really didn’t want heat then don’t include the fake apologetic “sorry, not sorry” phrase. God I’m sick of the Palpatine/Sith Apologists.
I've only seen one post that uses that tag so far and I don't think it was Jedi critical, but I do wonder what the purpose of that tag even is. If there are others I can't see (because I blocked them) then that is a rather hostile method of tagging your posts.
Like I'm all for someone being able to use the general tags for characters/topics/whatever that they don't like but coming up with a new tag that serves the same purpose as the "Jedi critical" tag just so the Pro Jedi people will have to see the posts is a really strange thing to do.
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I’m curious what you all think:
Sometimes on tumblr, I see people’s bios have a huge “DNIs” (Do not interact list), I’m just curious, but is it just me or is it unhelpful? If someone is truly going to cause drama, they’re just going to ignore it. I am all about controlling what you see in media, especially for mental health.
I am not referring to things such as no terfs and talking about avoiding racists/sexists/homophobics/transphobics.
There are totally valid reasons to dislike characters/ships/factions, but
I’m referring to things like a large list of
“If you’re a fan of character xyz - DNI.”
“If you ship any of the following - DNI”
“If you’re pro Jedi, DNI” (Star Wars)
“If you’re Pro Mage / Templar/etc DNI” (Dragon Age)
“Pro Iron-Man/Pro Captain America” - (Marvel)
“Anti Authors/Directors/Actors/ A, B, C, D, fans DNI” --- can be valid for sure, especially for someone like JK Rowling.
When it’s a massive list, I just don’t get it.
I think it’s easier to block the tags as best as possible and either scroll past posts or block people who leak through the tags.
I think it also backfires in that people who may be interested in interacting are going to have second thoughts if someone has a huge post of “Do Nots”.
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📌Jedi Appreciation Blog
This is a Jedi appreciation blog. Extremely pro Jedi, especially the council. You won’t get anywhere by trying to change my mind about “oh but actually both sides were bad.” Or “the Jedi were the bad guys all along.” I will try to not engage in these bad faith interpretations of the Jedi.
If you are an Anakin Stan please block me. You won’t like what I have to say about him. You won’t like how I depict him in my head canons. And I definitely won’t like you writing meta’s underneath my posts about why the Jedi failed Anakin and he actually did nothing wrong and isn’t responsible for any of his own actions.
Also quite anti Padme Amidala. She, in my mind and based on her own actions in both the clone wars and the movies, is a “moderate” political figure who waffles on actions that is actually important and the fact that she hid the massacre of an entire tribe of indigenous people to protect a person she knew a total of less than a month is heinous to me.
📌DNI (mainly because I will not engage and block you so you’re wasting your time either way)
Anti Jedi Order
Thinks the Jedi Order stole kids and erased their culture
Stanikins
Anidala fans
Don’t waste your own time. Block me and move on. I won’t entertain your responses anyways.
(This is a side blog of my main, trying to move most of my Star Wars meta and fan fictions to this blog to make my main more coherent)
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What are your favorite non-LM Montgomery stories/fandoms (if you feel like sharing)?
This question sent me wandering down a memory lane! It's actually rare for me to participate in fandoms online, although I'll gobble up funny tumblr posts and fics if a particular story latches onto my brain--star wars is really the only other one I'm active, even if that is primarily just writing fic. I think the only other fandoms I've ever gotten really into are Star Wars and Merlin. Between those two, Merlin definitely is the favorite although Star Wars is probably my favorite story. Sorry to the Star Wars fandom, but there's this weird sense of entitlement I've observed (that's present in any fandom to a degree tbf) about how everyone should interpret the characters op's way or they're basic, and that x opinion is not only bad, it's also immoral. Given how big the fandom is and how there usually isn't one dominant opinion but rather factions, the resulting (and usually hypocritical) squabbling disinterests me. I don't want to feel like I have to have a 'star wars political party' to engage with other blogs haha ("oh i'm dni about this ship but pro jedi" etc etc), especially as I'm the sort of person who will explore different interpretations for fun. That's partly why I have loved my LMM peeps so much, because even where there's disagreement, it's usually civil and more importantly, fun :D
anyhow, now that I've gone completely off track haha and told you about my NONfavorite fandoms, I'll sheepishly actually answer your question. I really loved Merlin when I watched it, because I love me some non-gritty fantasy with a sense of humor and a "chosen one" storyline. I have spent many a glorious hour reading fic where Merlin reveals his magic (ah! the catharsis!) and will probably spend many more. In a similar ilk, I've always had a soft spot for Spider-Man in my heart, specifically the older and crankier teacher Peter Parker version from the comics because he's the Ideal. Both of these are further back on the memory lane (more of high school batrachised than Charlotte lucas period of my life batrachised), but they are still near and dear in my heart.
Now in terms of my favorite stories, for THIS question I had to pull out that bad boy, the bulleted list!! (😱) I generally prefer children's fiction to YA nowadays because I like stories that have something to say, and while there are certainly YA books that fill that gap (I'm about to list several! and btw i'd definitely include THG in that), the expectations for children's novels are such that there is usually a "moral," while a good chunk of YA seems to be more "hot people kissing" and a lot of adult fiction is just dreary to me. I don't really participate in the fandoms for any of these below because first of all, they don't exist lmao, but also I didn't feel the need to change or add anything to the story.
Ella Enchanted. I love Gail Carson Levine's fairytales, and Ella is a refreshing and unique idea. When I say I love fantasy stories, what I really mean is that I love Ella Enchanted. I love how Char and her are friends first, and the scene at the end where she [censored for spoilers] and so gets her happily ever after still influences my writing today.
A Monster Calls. Weeping, on the floor, every time I read it it destroys me. I love its gentleness towards grief, and I love its brutal honesty. I also love its recognition of the power of a story. Sometimes I see (and say myself!) "It's just a story," but stories are powerful and should be treated as such. They aren't worth more than people, but they can teach you much people are worth.
Strange the Dreamer. This novel was gorgeously well-written, and its main character is an absent minded librarian who goes on an adventure--how could anyone resist! I remember recommending it to someone and they stayed up very late to finish it haha, they couldn't put it down. It's too wonderful.
Frog and Toad. Yes, they're picture books, And what about it !!? These picture books are cozy and well-written and have more to say than many a long novel I've read. Plus my blog name and brand require inclusion of a toad related bullet.
The Power and the Glory: I just wrote a post about this one, but anything by Graham Greene always makes me stare at the wall afterwards questioning my life. Funnily enough, this is dreary like the other adult fiction I dismissed, but although it's a hopeless situation with hopeless characters, Graham Greene's writing is strong enough this to have become one of my favorite books. Normally after I read fiction like that, I just feel depressed. This book, while dreary, was thought provoking.
A Canticle for Leibowitz. A post apocalyptic novel...that's not about fighting zombies or a book version of an action movie, but about monks. I know that's a complete reduction of the plot, but the idea of a post-nuclear world from the perspective of monks was such a unique idea, it grabbed my brain and didn't let go.
A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking. I love all of Ursula Vernon's work for her sense of humor. They're always very well written and I nod along to myself at different points thinking "correct," as the narrator discusses how true love is spending time debating your favorite type of cheese, or how baking so wonderful because you put in all that effort and have chocolate chip cookies at the end to show for it.
Holes. This book not only ties every plot thread together satisfactorily, it does it with a bow, it's that well done. This was my favorite book as a child and has stood the test of time because it's still one of my favorite books as an adult.
Up a Road Slowly. Of all the books on this list, this is the most LMM similar. It definitely is sexist, I'll warn, but the characterization can be incredible. The uncle stays with me as a remarkably complex but well written character.
Heart's Blood. The best Beauty and the Beast version, full stop, thank u very much !! In general Juliet Marillier is one of my favorite fantasy authors.
Calvin and Hobbes. there's really nothing to say here other than it's perfect haha.
A Deadly Education. A take on the magical school--that's dark and intriguing. What if Hogwarts was trying to kill you? i never got into harry potter myself because I read the books when I was slightly too old for them, so this was one of the first "magical school" books I read that captivated my imagination.
James Herriot. I love the old tv show (haven't seen the new one), but i love the books more. Siegfried and Tristan are hilarious, and James Herriot is similar to LMM in that he takes a simple and ordinary setting and bestows it with magic through his writing.
Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith novelization. "Puh-lease," you might be thinking, a movie novelization? Listen to me. Listen. I went through a period in my life where I'd casually read movie novelizations for the fun extra scraps of details. Normally, I'd idly flip my way through and be like eh that was okay, it's a novelization so whatever. I picked this up, and was left being like like what the actual fuck did I just read. This novel is incredible. It's so good that it changed my tepid feelings on the movie and prequels to "ROTS is now one of my favorite stories." I finished that book thinking "where was this movie??" I don't know what Matthew Stover was on when he wrote this, but it singlehandedly redeemed the prequels for me.
Other non book ones: i love the LOTR movies (and books but I don't reread them often), the narnia movies, Stand by Me, the secret life of walter mitty, the prince of egypt, greta gerwig's little women (sobbing. on the floor.). and v for vendetta. I also love New Girl because Nick Miller. In general, same with books, my favorite movies tend to demonstrate a distinct moral imagination and grit rather than just focusing on the journey of a character's emotional health. (ergo, I find prince of egypt much more interesting than turning red, although turning red was a good movie!)
There's also Dear Enemy from Jean Webster (aka the author of daddy long legs) bc her work is also similar to LMM, buuuut it literally and explicitly supports eugenics (a character will occasionally and casually say "we need to let those irish die for the good of society") sooo if you choose to read, know that that's in there depending on your comfort level with gross historical period conventions. (the goodreads reviews are kind of funny because people are like well I liked the story but, um,)
thank you for this ask and your patience with my meandering response!! it was a lot of fun to think of "hmm, what have I stayed up to 3AM reading fanfic for in the past," and you're tempting me to revisit some of these stories :D
#on the note of the sw fandom#i remember once I explored a different interpretation than my typical one in one of my sw fics#and I got this long upset comment with the gist of “I thought I KNEW you” lmao#it wasn't even a hate comment- this person was genuinely upset#and I wanted to pat them gently on the head and say “it's not that deep my friend"#fandom is a hobby and not a religion
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I hate this meme so much. They act as is you leaving without any support system because all you have known in life is the Jedi Order is a good thing because the Jedi Order builds a statue of you. Look at how hard life became for Ahsoka when she left the Jedi Order. Do you think a statue is going to help her survive? The only reason why Count Dooku didn’t suffer financially is because he came from an aristocratic family. Others are not so lucky, some don’t even know about their family because the Jedi took them when they were a baby. If I was someone who had left the Jedi Order because I became disillusioned by it and now have struggle to survive, I would be insulted that the Jedi Order had built a statue of me instead of helping me find a way to survive outside of the order.
#star wars#jedi critical#pro jedi dni#a statue is not going to help anyone#tired of this shit#this meme is so stupid#who cares if you are struggling to survive you get a stupid statue#i can’t believe that this is an actual argument pro jedi people are using
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Hi there, I'm Skye! I'm a long time lurker in the selfship community and I've finally decided to participate. To introduce myself a bit, I'm 26 years old, and I'm a freelance writer and artist as my full-time job.
My primary self-ship is a romantic relationship with Cal Kestis from Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order. I'm still figuring out a tag system.
I might add ships over time to chat about publicly if I end up enjoying this blog enough!~
By the way, I'm married in real life but polyamorous - I like to use self shipping to express my poly tendencies and cope with anxiety and depression. I'd love to chat with others who use self shipping in the same way!!
Please DNI if you are pro-CSE, racist, homophobic, transphobic, discriminatory, or if you're generally an asshole who likes to harass people for having harmless fun on the internet. Also please refrain from following if you are under 18!
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If your DNI includes “proshippers/anti-antis,” save me the work of blocking you when I find it, and don’t follow me. If people tag their posts correctly and use the appropriate warnings, people who don’t want to see “problematic” content can use filters to curate their own experience. That’s it.
On a fandom note, I’m not fond of the Jedi and a lot of their philosophies. If you’re one of those pro “the Jedi could never ever ever ever do anything wrong ever and are always perfect in every way” stans, this isn’t the blog for you. The “this is a Jedi hate blog” tag is kind of tongue in cheek, but I certainly do not stan.
If you’ve seen one company abuse copyright and decided copyright as a whole is bad, GTFO. Creators of all kinds deserve to be paid for their work (you know, for doing their jobs) and not have it blatantly stolen left and right. Tell me you’ve never created something in your life without telling me you’ve never created something in your life.
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a writing & art sideblog (main @jaigeye) for the revenant lineage ocs - bernardeau "bernie" namya, leonie luroon, and commander lock [namya]
REVENANT LINEAGE TIMELINE | BERNIE'S DOSSIER | LEONIE LUROON'S DOSSIER
icon by @notsomeloncholy !
• DNI if: you condone or ship clon*cest, rex*oka, m*ster/appr*ntice ships, mauls*ka, r*ylo, or if you consider yourself pro-ship. block me pls i can't stand you
• feel free to draw any members of the lineage or their adjacent OCs, that's super fun ❤️ i may ask u for permission to use it as an icon for this blog for a while! BERNIE REFERENCE SHEET / LEONIE REFERENCE SHEET
• you can always throw Bernie, Leonie, or Lock in as a background character, but just don't write them as main characters or radically change their stories. you can always ask me for tips on how to characterize them!
• no nsfw content of my ocs. you're weird
extremely basic walkthrough; half-zygerrian half-human Jedi Master Bernie Namya was a créchemaster for most of his life before the clone wars began. one of his younglings, the Twi'lek Leonie Luroon, became his Padawan, and she survived the first battle of Geonosis. she was Knighted at a young age. She and Bernie both became Generals of separate battalions, where she began to see her responsible Clone Commander, Lock, as a sort of paternal figure to turn to in times of need. Lock and Bernie fell in love shortly after having met.
• read the fic Heaven's Eye here!
Heaven's Eye fic playlist | leonie luroon's playlist
#bernardeau namya#revenant lineage#leonie luroon#commander lock#bernie and lock#lock and leonie#bernie and leonie
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Heyo I'm Carter ✌🏻💕 || 22 y/o || He/Him
This blog is truly just for reposting and making silly little posts about the fandoms I'm into [namely, but not limited to: DND, VTM, Avatar + the Na'vi, Dishonored, Cookie Run, Monster High, His Dark Materials, The Sandman Series, Star Wars, and more!]
I'm also an artist! @WeathedinLaurels on Insta and @WreathofLaurel_ on Twitter if you're interested 💕
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DNI - jedi master/padawan shippers, cl*necest supporters, ableist, sexist, racist, lgbtqia-phobic, TERFs, HP/JKR related blogs, pro-shippers
[I am literally so liberal with the block button lolll we're bffs]
#pinned post#pinned dni#dni#art#star wars#avatar#avatar 2009#star wars the clone wars#monster high#vtm#vampire: the masquerade#dnd#dnd 5e#dungeons and dungeons#dishonored#the sandman series#his dark materials#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#vampire the masquerade#world of darkness#artist#introduction#transgender#nonbinary#lgbt+#lgbtq+
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