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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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Sinful voice pt.2 ft “Morax”/Prof!Zhongli + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, oral and fingering implied but like it's just fantasizing?? petnames (sweetheart, babygirl, dear) Reader is DOWN BAD LMAO and suffers second hand embarrasment.

notes: EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU @localplaguenurse!!They gave me a F A N T A S T I C idea that just inspired me to continue this wip and ended up not even being featured here yet but HEY... future p3!! //winkwink. That said I did NOT expect how much this would blow up and how ppl loved it and wanted more, y'all gonna make me giddy and/or cry pls (consider checking some of my other stuff too mayhaps? <3) Anyway I REALLY hope this delivers bc boi am I afraid of not meeting expectations vcgvhjbnjnmklal

Weeks had passed since your ‘big discovery’ and you still weren’t quite sure what to do with this information.

At first you chalked it up to just your imagination because… there was no way, right? Your new professor could just have a… similar voice… yeah… that was it.

Except the more you listened to his long-winded explanations the more you picked up certain words and intonations here and there and you knew you were just fooling yourself.

A lot had happened in these last few weeks, from organizing your new living space, to meeting your roommates, to grocery shopping, classes, and you had even considered the idea of maybe getting a part time job somewhere close by. There were plenty of small shops and places around the college campus neighborhood that not only offered valuable services to poor college students but also the opportunity to make a bit of money to help them out.

It had all been rather exhausting and stressing, exams, essays and projects were already starting too…

Lying back in bed you sigh and roll over, feeling the familiar faint throb of desire pooling between your legs, one you’d never really managed to sate with a person so much as with fantasies. But tonight, as you lay awake in bed aching for your usual touch, you feel conflicted.

Ever since that very first day you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up Morax’s website again. Hell, a new month had rolled over and you’d dutifully paid the subscription along with your other usual bills.

Part of you was itching for it, curious, frustrated.

And very very horny.

Thing is, your fantasies had often featured a faceless man, strong, imposing and dominating, taking you like a blushing maiden and making you beg for the pleasure he’d give, allowing him to do anything he wanted with your heated body. Now that man had a face… your history professor Mr. Zhongli.

You used to get off to imaginings of Morax tying you up and having his way with you, teasing you, fucking you into the mattress and making you cum over and over. Now it was Mr. Zhongli. Polite and courteous Mr. Zhongli with his refined gestures and well-mannered demeanor.

You wanted to cum, to reach that high and come undone and let out all the pent-up stress and frustration until you melted into a puddle and didn’t have to think about classes or money or life anymore, but the second your fingers began to rub at your clit, Mr. Zhongli’s voice would hit you with that even tone he used when scolding someone for gossiping during his lecture.

“Disgraceful behavior…”

A hot flash of shame burned at your face but for whatever reason it just turned you on more. You wanted to get fucked so bad you felt like you were going insane. You wanted that man to pin you up against a wall and thrust inside you until you turned into an incoherent moaning mess. You wanted to get bent over at his desk and filled up with cum until you were left gaping and oozing and told what a good girl you are. You wanted to get fucked on your hands and knees squirming and crying from overstimulation.

Lying in bed, you squeezed a pillow against your face and screamed.

You wanted to fuck your handsome history professor Mr. Zhongli.

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It’s barely first period and you couldn’t concentrate.

You were sleepy, hungry and overall, in a bad mood. Standing in line at the cafeteria for a much-needed morning coffee and some snack you yawn and browse around your phone. Math. Gods you hated math.

At least you didn’t have history today. That was a whole other can of worms.

You figured you’d eventually have to get over it but it was just… so bizarre. Mr. Zhongli was quite the popular teacher, you’d learned. Extremely knowledgeable in various topics, a strict but kind and just teacher and good looking on top of all.

No wonder the upperclassmen flocked around him, probably half the campus lowkey had a crush on him, male and female students alike. It was genuinely a miracle he was not married or even had a significant other apparently.

And he was also Morax. Sensual dominating Morax who would just not leave your head-

“Good morning, how may I help you?” The cashier called out cheerfully and you pulled out of your thoughts.

“Morn-”

“Good morning.”

You gasp so sharply you almost launch into a coughing fit; your eyes widen and whole body tenses and oh shit-

Somehow you manage to trip and fall in the clumsiest, stupidest way possible.

“Woah-!”

“Miss?!”

Except you don’t actually fall, but someone manages to hold you, a hand grabbing your arm and the other pressed against your back steadying you as your poor brain goes into overdrive.

That voice!

It’s him!

Too close!

What is he doing here?!

Way too close!!

The seconds it takes for you to react feel like ages as you stare up at Mr. Zhongli like a deer caught in the headlights.

His hands are warm…

His cologne smells soooo good.

His eyes are gorgeous!

He’s so hot!!

“Are you alright Miss l/n?”

“I’M FINE! I-I’m fine!” You yelp, way louder than intended (or normal) and quickly scoot back to put some distance between yourself and the handsome professor. He picks up his dropped bag and dusts it a little, as well as his clothes, still pristine as ever. “I… think I got a little dizzy s-sorry I haven’t eaten yet and… yeah…” You chuckle nervously.

You see him frown slightly. “Going without food for long periods of time can be quite dangerous.” He states, obviously concerned. “Maybe you should head to the infirmary see Dr Baizhu, you look quite pale and the dizziness could be a symptom of low blood pressure. Do you have anything sugary to eat or drink?”

“I w-was about to buy something…”

“It might be best for you to sit down for the moment.” He nods, resolute. “Allow me.”

…And that’s how you end up sitting at one of the nearby small tables with a little glazed donut and a bottle of water, courtesy of your dear history professor.

You stare at the little treat in your hands, half eaten already as he insisted, at least your hands stopped shaking and some color returned to your face. Mr. Zhongli seemed content enough, sitting across from you.

“T-Thank you.” You mumble, refusing to meet his gaze. “How much was it? I’ll pay you back I have som-”

He sees you rummaging through you bag and raises a hand. “None of that, you needed it. I’m glad to see you’re looking a little better, please take care of yourself, health is very important.”

“Um, ok.”

Then he smiles, and it’s gentle, soft. “You’re Miss l/n, right? One of the new students from my history class?”

Huh?

“You didn’t do very well on the essay assignment…”

Ack. You sigh and take another bite of the small donut. “History is just… not my strong suit. Too many dates and names to remember.”

He chuckles and oh God who gave him the right to make that sound? Your skin tingles.

“Fair enough. I know my classes can be a little daunting, I’m very particular about certain topics and tend to ramble sometimes. But I can tell you really put effort into classes and pay attention to my lectures.” He looks pensive for a moment. “Let me propose something. I usually impart some private tutoring sessions to students on more advanced levels, but I could make an exception for you. If you have time available it could help lift your grades.”

You stare up at him in surprise, grateful to not have a mouthful of donut or you would have probably choked again like an idiot. Did you hear that right? A private tutoring session after hours at his office?!

Now that sounded like a title for one of Morax’s audios: Hot professor bangs his stu-NOPE.

“I-I’ll think about it! Sure.”

He nods and gets up, sparing a glance at his watch. “I have to leave now, please do consider it. And do try to eat at more regular intervals and take better care of yourself, you look quite tired.”

A polite way of saying you had marked eyebags, yep.

“I’ll try.” You mumble. Suddenly a little sad to see him go. “Professor… thank you.”

There’s that smile again, you could melt. “You’re welcome, my dear.”

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And yet that night, you’re once again rolling in bed unable to sleep.

My dear.

You couldn’t stop thinking on the whole incident, you’d certainly made a fool of yourself but the memory of his strong arms holding you, touch firm but gentle. The scent of his cologne that you wish had clung more on your clothes.

You really were down bad, this is ridiculous…

You bite your lip.

You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.

Oh but you will, just one wouldn’t hurt.

Quite the opposite actually…

Unable to contain yourself (or your horniness) you take no time to pop in your earbuds and start scrolling. Hmm… there had been a couple new additions in these last weeks.

You can’t help but wonder why he does these. When. How. You never really considered or thought on it before, Morax has quite a lot of patrons (not a surprise) and thought you know nothing about sound and video recording or editing technically he’s making money just by using that honeyed velvet voice of his. That had to bring in some cash, right?

But then again, if you knew anything about these types of subscriptions it was that they required constancy and that meant hard work and dedication. Did he enjoy these? He really puts in the effort given the amazing quality…

You can’t help but picture your handsome professor unwinding a little after a long day, casual clothes, a cup of that tea he loves and setting up to record those dirty words and sinful moans.

Did he sometimes get worked up about these too? Did he also touch himself during or after recording a particular scenario? Sitting back slightly sprawled on the chair, brow slightly furrowed, stroking his co-

Aaahhhh you needed to stop thinking on him.

…

Yeah right.

“Daddy eats you out and prepares you for his big cock.”

Well, this looks promising.

The audio starts like many others, with some dialogue from him and setting the scene and oh… you had kind of missed the playful teasing tilt of Morax’s voice. You can’t help but chuckle lightly, this scene is so domestic. He calls you “sweetheart”, “babygirl” and there are the kissy noises.

You wish you could kiss him…

“Hmmm… daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready. Spread your legs for me.” Oh, you certainly do. “Daddy’s gonna get down here between them.”

You rub at your tights slowly, sensual, remembering his larger hands.

“Oh your little pussy is already so wet and swollen.” Morax coos, voice soft and airy. “You think it’s already ready I know.” He chuckles. “But you know daddy’s cock is big, yeah, your little pussy’s gonna need to stretch a little bit hm?” A kiss.

You whine.

“Shhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good sweetheart.”

Lewd wet noises invade your ears and you waste no time starting to stroke yourself, slow and tender. He groans and sighs and you whimper, hips jolting from the bed.

Gods how was he so…

“Yeah… nice and gentle hmm, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

His words were a complete 180 from the long lectures about politics and wars, and yet, his voice…

“D-Daddy…” You sigh. “Please!”

“Oh I love how sensitive your little clit is… you like that babygirl?”

You rub and stroke at the little bundle of nerves and see stars already.

You were so pent up, so needy. Your orgasm was already building too quickly, mewling and whining at his words, his noises, trying to match the pace and follow his instructions.

“That’s a good girl.”

“F-Fuck-”

Your eyebrows furrow, your body trembles and you bit your lip to contain your noises. Morax warns you when he adds a finger, and after a few seconds another, chuckling low at how you clench, praising you, coaxing out your pleasure.

You can only picture him at the end of the bed, licking and sucking obscenely at your juices, pumping those slender fingers in and out, in and out…

That tantalizing voice teasing you, your fingers knotting that dark brown hair tipped amber, golden eyes staring up at you half-lidded but feral and fascinated. Focusing on you. Only you.

“A-Ah! Mhmm…”

“Now I want you to cum babygirl come on, in five… four…”

You stroke and pump faster, frantic, lost in that rapidly approaching high.

“Three… two…”

You cry out, a spark cursing through your veins.

“One… hmmm that’s it my dear.”

“Z-Zhongli…!”

He ushers you out of your release with soft words before saying something else, but your mind is floating and hazy. Your take off the earbuds and place them away catching your breath for a moment, arm draped over your face, the audio still has a long way to go but you’re drowsy and sleepy so you decide to call it a night.

It is only a little later, once you’re done with a quick cleaning and putting everything away, curled up under the covers and dozing off that you realize…

Shit.

You’d called not for Morax but Zhongli.

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #crys writes #fem reader #professor zhongli #man I really hope this doesn't feel rushed or forced vghbjnk pls I tried my best OTL I know the scene jumps are jarring but #fun fact 1 when I was in uni there was this one beautiful amazing french teacher that half the campus had a crush on #literally everyone loved her she was amazing she was not my bi awakening but boi she CEMENTED it #and it's funny bc literally like ??? girls and boys crushing HARD on her and she was bi and SINGLE and so kind and cool and around our age #anyway that's zhongli 1000%#fun fact 2 I once almost fainted at uni bc I had. in fact. not eaten breakfast or dinner the night before #and my blood pressure just dropped also bc the heat didn't help so rip I got better with a coca cola tho

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hajimedics · 2 months

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welcome home persona AU, aka mostly an excuse for me to draw my human designs in classy children’s fairytale-inspired outfits

#welcome home #welcome home restoration project #whrp persona AU #wally darling #eddie dear #frank frankly #sally starlet #julie joyful #senjart #senja when he has a hyperfixation: crossover it with ANOTHER hyperfixation #already wrote down their arcanas and persona names THIS HYPERFIX STUFF IS SERIOUS #they are named mostly from books and opera ….. giving it more of a fairytale feeling #I think the AU’s main themes and storyline is about the strings of fate and deciding your own life….. like maruki’s dreamworld #their persona awakenings are basically them being bound by strings/chains/vines/etc and they break out and yell their persona names!!!!#BECAUSE THEYRE TRAPPED…. PUPPETS IN A STRING…… BOUND BY FATE…. YANNOW YANNOWWWWWWWW #AND THEN THEY GOT THEIR OUTFIT AND THE SICK P5 GUITAR RIFF PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND #’’yes we’re forced to come into terms that our reality and the cope of our imagination has been limited but at least we got these outfits’’#(sally voice) DON QUIXOTE! AGIDYNE!!!!!#also Home is the navi. it speaks as a disembodied voice that’s creaks and bangs to outsiders and coherent voices for persona users

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littlebugs · 11 months

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lady ren

summary: you're kylo ren's wife. the resistance thinks he's taking advantage of you, but little do they know... warnings: reader goes by she/her pronouns, short reader, major character death, no y/n use, reader was a jedi, kylo ren is a warning himself.

(my works are diverse to all races and ethnic backgrounds, as a mixed race girlie i feel yall's pain my fellow poc's)

a/n: i've been gone far to long, but i've discovered the beauty called kylo ren. also he looks so hot in that gif.... love dat emo space daddy.

When Rey first saw you, you were on Jakku. Surrounded by The Knights of Ren, you looked tiny, your arm latched onto Kylo's waist as he towered over you, looking brooding in his mask. You had vanished shortly after, but Rey had gotten a glance at you. Beautiful. Shiny hair, glowing skin. But not...evil. You didn't look like you belonged with the First Order. In fact, you gave off an aura somewhat like a Jedi.

Little did they know... you had been. You and Kylo were both trained under Luke Skywalker to become Jedi, and had become close friends, although Skywalker had tried to split you up. The darkness in Ben had slowly grown into you, and the night that Luke tried to kill him was the breaking point. You had ran and joined the First Order. At first you kept mostly to yourself. Following Ben- now Kylo, wherever he went. As he slowly gained respect in the First Order, and caught attention of Supreme Leader Snoke, so did you. You were both praised for leaving the Jedi, and soon people became afraid of Kylo... but they might as well have been more scared of you.

You were quiet, but you were also funny, even in the gravest of situations, which was somewhat disconcerting. Although you usually listened, rather than talked, when you did have something to say, everyone listened. Not to mention the fact that you bested some of the First Order's most prized soldiers. You were Kylo's closest confidant, his only friend, and the only one who could calm him down (especially when he decided to wreak havoc on some poor lab tech's control panel.)

It was no surprise when he asked for your hand in marriage, and you got engaged. Kylo wanted the wedding to be perfect, waiting to become officially married until you could both return to his home planet, Chandrila. But there was much to do before that.

Rey told Leia and Han of their son's mysterious mistress. The beautiful woman, standing in the heat of Jakku. Of course, they were shocked, at the mere thought of their son having... anyone. But intead of elation, as a mother might usually feel for a son, General Organa felt worry. She had no idea who this woman was, if her son was using her, or if it could be the other way around.

Han had been worried too. But it was his nature to be more curious. So when he first saw you, watching from a bridge above, guarded by two of The Knights of Ren, he had to wave, and you waved right on back. You tapped the ring on your finger and smiled, doing a little dance. But wherever you were, Kylo was always nearby, and as you watched Kylo storm onto the bridge to see his father, you grimaced and pointed at the flurry of darkness.

Rey and Finn watched you, perplexed, as to how someone could take the entire situation so lightly. "Who does she think she is?" Finn had asked, slightly annoyed. "I don't know" Rey replied simply, watching intently as Kylo approached his father, and you leaned over the railing slightly smiling.

Kylo turned back to look up at you, just before approaching his Han, and you audibly giggled. Rey had scoffed. Rey and Finn's eyes bounced between the scene unfolding before them, with you, talking quietly to the two knights, Ushar and Vircrul, and Kylo and Han, seemingly... rekindling?

And finally... Kylo took his helmet off. It dropped to the ground. He quickly looked at you, and you winked, biting your lip. Vircrul probably snorted (but he would never admit it.) And just as Kylo was about to shockingly give his lightsaber to his father...

Rey and Finn watched in horror as the lightsaber went through Hans. They were both frozen in shock, and looking up, expecting you to see the same. But you weren't terrified. You weren't even shocked. You simply smiled down on Kylo, and made your way down to see him. As Han's body fell of the bridge, you squealed in delight. You picked up Kylo's mask, rose up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the nose, and simply placed his helmet on his head again.

As Rey rushed to escape, followed by Chewie and Finn, she thought she couldn't have been more wrong about the Lady Ren.

#star wars #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x fem reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren fluff #the force awakens #kylo ren blurb #kylo ren x wife reader

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helpinghanikan · 7 months

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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 8: Marking (Kylo Ren)

Kinktober Masterlist

No one knows about what lies under all that black and brooding. Not even the supreme leader or the knights of Ren knew about the bite marks. That knowledge was only for two people to share; the one who got the bites and the one who gave them.

“It’s cold,” Kylo will mumble when he gets into bed.

He wasn’t wrong. It was a generally accepted fact that space was cold, no matter what ship you were on. Considering he wore head-to-toe covering every day it shouldn’t be surprising that Kylo felt a never-ending chill run through him. Sometimes it seemed that the only way to help was to get as close as possible. Hold him as tightly as you can and sink your teeth into the thick muscular neck and back.

It’s times like these, when you’re supposed to be sleeping, that you get the chance to really touch him. When he’s stripped bare before you and it’s not Kylo Ren that you are laying down with. He was just your man, and your man needed to be fucked.

“Come closer,” You practically beg against his mouth. Gently rolling back and forth on his cock, holding the back of his neck as though he might escape.

Your nails dig into his neck, scratching just enough to leave the impression of a scar. He doesn’t notice you doing this. He’s too busy feeling your lips leave his mouth, travel to his jaw, and suck at his neck with almost desperation.

Kylo never talked much while you had sex. He makes plenty of noise to make up for it. Smacking of strong thighs pumping upwards. His Groans from so deep in his chest that they could only be considered animalistic. His eyes, when you can see them, are half closed from how drunk on love he was.

“You taste so sweet,” you praise him, sucking to be sure your mark stays prominent.

He's trying to control himself from throwing you off and taking complete control. Being the apprentice to the dark side taught him a balance of power and submission. As the apprentice, he doesn’t have the right to force anyone to their knees just yet.

You weren’t an apprentice of the dark side, however. You were simply a woman he could take an order from.

#reader insert #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars the force awakens #Kylo ren #Kylo Ren x reader #Star wars reader insert #Kinktober 2023

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sh0ckwaveprime · 9 months

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Did this one a while ago, have a little Fright rider for funsies

#Art #Skylanders #Fright Rider #Skylanders Fright Rider #Skylanders giants #skylanders spyro's adventure #Skylanders swap force #Skylanders trap team #Skylanders superchargers #Skylanders imaginators #Skylanders ring of heroes #Ring of heroes Fright Rider #Awakened form Fright Rider

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rubixcubi · 3 months

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I wish I was the one they sent to Ach-To

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fic describing the interaction between the Luke and the reader when they first arrive on the island. All I’ve seen is like, cut to after they’ve settled in.

I want to scale the faces of those jagged cliffs, my feet slipping over rocks as waves crash onto the shore below, urging me onwards to find him.

I want to stumble upon the cloaked figure meditating at the cliff’s edge.

I want that “Luke..?” as an air of recognition graces my expression, my eyes wandering his weathered face, rugged features framed by a scruffy beard and a mop of matted greying locks, until my gaze falls on those piercing blue eyes, devoid of any kindness or warmth they once held.

#sorry if none of this makes sense I’m not much of a writer #just a thought #luke skywalker #star wars #sequel trilogy #sw sequels #star wars sequels #the last Jedi #the force awakens #Luke Skywalker x me #Luke Skywalker x reader #star wars imagines #Luke skywalker imagines #mark hamill #luke skywalker imagine #imagine

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months

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Rebel

Media Star Wars The Force Awakens

Character Petty Officer Thanisson

Couple Thanisson X Reader (Rebel)

Rating SMUT AF!

Concept Forced recruitment

Smut prison guard x prisoner / semi nonconsentual / grinding/ humping / nudity/ clothes ripping/ 'good boy' / 'cutie' / cockwarming/ breast play / raw sex / suggestive speech / edging / reverse cowgirl /

I sighed as I stood on the finalizer's shiny floors outside the prison cell, this is not my job! why am I doing it! I am a goddam petty officer why am I on bloody guard duty! probably because that last attack took out half the stormtroopers and this prisoner had a reputation or so I had heard we had lost many guards because of escape attempts so at this point they just throwing anyone to guard the door regardless of rank just because we don't have anyone else. It was just me standing in the dark boring corridor given the officer who was meant to be helping me got shot yesterday by a malfunctioning blaster.

I saw a trooper approach and it was about prisoner dinner time and he even had the tray in hand I was going to let him in but he stopped and offered me the tray, Oh hell no! This is not my job!

"No"

"That's an order," he says

"I'm a petty officer I don't get my orders from you"

"Higher up says so now take it"

"No. it's not my job to deliver food."

"Look man, do whatever but I'm not going in there with her again"

"Why not?"

"She nearly cut my fucking dick off man."

"Ohh so my dick is expendable"

"Not like you use it thanisson" He says "I'm not going in there with her so you figure it out" he says handing me the food tray and heading off back down the corridor

"dick" I sighed I opened the door scanning my hand and headed inside the door shut behind me and I scanned my hand again to open the second door revealing the small black prison cell with a red bed and chair. The prisoner was some rebel girl I don't know who she was, but she lay on the bed facing away from me in the usual prisoner red jumpsuit but this one was uhhh... I think a little too small for her because whoa, I could see her every curve and fuck that ass looked good. But I shook my head out of it, focus! unless you want you're dick nearly cut off. I headed inside the room and set the food tray on the table beside the small chair "Dinner Prisoner" I said but no response "I said dinner" Still nothing so I moved a little closer "Hello?" I asked at this point almost leaning over her bed

"Ummmm" she moans turning over a little to lay on her back with her knee up, her long braid sprawled on the pillow her chest almost popping out the jumpsuit's zip

"Uh" I tried to speak but nothing arrived "Dinner" I said again which caused her eyes to flick open and she tried to kick me in the gut but luckily I moved back just in time, she tried to bolt but luckily I grabbed her wrist and forced her against the wall with all my strength pinning her there, holding her wrists above her head

"Ughh! Let me go!"

"You think I'm stupid! after what you just did to me"

"I didn't mean to"

"Didn't mean to? you think I'm dumb don't you!"

"I didn't know it was you, I thought it was that fucking bastard General back again"

"General Hux?"

"yeah that ginger dick"

"Well, why would you be trying to escape if it was him?"

"I wasn't trying to escape you dumb ass, I was trying to get him away from me. the bastard keeps coming in here and putting his hands where they don't belong"

"Ahh... I see" I nodded I didn't want to say anything to her but yeah General Hux did have a habit of getting 'handsy' with the female prisoners I wouldn't be surprised if he picked out that jumpsuit for her on purpose for exactly that reason "So you won't try and bolt if I let you go?"

"no"

"You swear?"

"I swear"

"Alright" I nodded letting her go "Dinner"

"Thanks" she sighed heading over and starting to pick at it

"You don't... seem all that dangerous."

"Thanks," she says

"I mean, having heard you've gone through so many guards kinda thought you'd be a lot scarier"

"I wouldn't have hurt any of the guards they kept their hands to themselves"

"That's fair" I nodded "What about the stormtrooper he said you nearly cut his dick off?"

"What was he doing with his dick out around me?"

"Fair enough" I nodded "So you're not dangerous?"

"I doubt it, not even meant to be locked up in here I'm innocent"

"That's what they all say"

"I'm not a rebel. I'm a cargo haulier,"

"You were caught with a whole ship of rebel tech"

"Yeah, Hauling it. I didn't know what was in the boxes, I didn't ask, they didn't tell me. picked it up from some guy in Mere's port and paid me to take it to New Loslin."

"You didn't question it?"

"Why would I? People ship a lot of weird shit."

"why haven't you just explained that?"

"You think you're bosses give a shit what I have to say? Especially when they all seemed to be like Lismen's in heat around here" She explained

I did feel bad, this wouldn't be the first time stuff like this happens normal people have a habit of ending up in the first-order crossfire. Soon enough she finished eating and handed back the tray to me

"Thanks,"

"No problem,"

"Hey, you gonna be on guard all night?" she asks going to sit on her bed

"Yeah, rest of the night"

"Well, if you get bored out there and fancy a conversation, Just a conversation mind you. not like I'm going anywhere" she says

"I'll think about it, uhh?"

"Y/n"

"Thanisson" I smiled before I scanned the door it opened up and I stepped in she didn't try to come at the door she even gave me a little wave as the door closed, once it was locked I scanned my hand again and headed out letting it close up behind me I sent the tray back to the kitchens and returned to just standing guard.

I stood for a couple of hours before I was beyond bored out of my mind so I scanned my hand and headed inside when the second door opened she seemed surprised to see me

"Ohh Hello there" she smiled

"Hi, I'm not disturbing am I?"

"Uhhh no I'm not busy she joked"

"You don't mind? it's insanely boring out there"

"Sure, just to warn you it's equally boring in here," she says

"At least it's someone to talk to" I shrug going and sitting on the chair we chatted about little things for a while and honestly it was nice she laid on her bed dangling her head off the end I did my best not to look too much as the small zip was pretty much the only thing allowing her tits to defy gravity

"You know, you're kinda cute for a first-order boy"

"I-I am?"

"Ummm" she nods

"Uhh thanks, you're pretty cute too"

"Yeah the jumpsuit helps I think"

"I mean I wasn't gonna say it but-"

"But yeah?"

"But yeah... Sorry, kinda been away a long time"

"it's fine, I'm sure you miss your pretty girl back home"

"Ohh I don't have one, The first order doesn't like us having people waiting on us it's kinda shit but what can you do"

"You can leave?"

"It's not that easy"

"I don't know seems it" she shrugs "Don't agree with it just leave what are they gonna do?"

"Hunt me down and torture me"

"Cunts" she sighed "So? how long have you been stuck on here?"

"Six years"

"Awww you poor thing, and no... pretty ladies in that time?" she asked sitting up on her bed

"No, first-order regulations."

"Awwww no wonder you guys have been going crazy" she says getting up and resting her hands on her hips "You know, I wouldn't mind helping you out" she smiled coming over

"wha- what!"

"I wouldn't mind, you're cute" she smiled running her finger suggestively down my pants

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh" was all that arrived at my mouth which made him giggle before she climbed onto my lap wrapping her legs around the chair sitting perfectly over my belt pressing her chest to mine and giving her tight jumpsuit and my cheap uniform... there wasn't much between us

"Wouldn't that be nice Thanisson?" she cooed fixing my hair for me

"uhhh yeah that uhh that would be nice" I blushed

This is definitely not my job but I am not telling her no!

she chuckled "You're so sweet" she cooes wrapping my arms around her and letting me sit my hands on her ass grinding herself against me and pushing her tits against me

"Ughhhhh!" I groaned in shock from the overwhelming pleasure

"Humm such a little cutie" she giggled kissing my neck

"Ummm" I groaned relaxing into her sweet kisses

"And stupid" she smirked

"wha-" I began but I felt the cold of her knife from dinner against my neck

"And utterly gullible"

"Oh shit"

"Yeah, oh shit."

"You are a dangerous rebel girl aren't you?"

"Yeah" she nods

"Oh damn it"

"Ohh hello Thanisson" she smirked "You guys really are repressed aren't you?"

"You sat on my lap! kissed my neck and called me cutie what did you expect!"

"To not be impaled in five seconds" she laughs "Now be a good boy and unlock the door"

I knew I didn't have a choice so she forced us to stand and stood at my side knife to my neck I scanned the door it opened and we moved inside

"what are you going to do to me?" I asked as it locked

"Nothing providing you keep quiet" she warns

I unlocked the next door and we headed out down the corridor she kept the knife close to my skin

"docking bay 4. Lead the way Cutie" she smiled

"Your ship won't be there, they'll have it down in impound by now"

"Fine, then take me to the nearest place I can get a ship"

"Fine. But I don't know how you think you're gonna get away with this"

"Simple. anyone asks I'm a prisoner you're transporting me"

"That's not my job! I'm a petty officer. You'd at least have a trooper with you"

"Yeah well, short staff."

"No thanks to you"

"Now go" she demanded

I did as she asked and lead her through the finalizer doing my best to avoid places I knew people corrugated and given how short-staffed we were got all the way to departure bay 2 without even coming across anyone, I hoped someone would see the cameras but she was damn smart as even I know its camera guard change over we'd be lucky to even be noticed

"You lair" she whispered as she brought me over to a very small ship

"what is this thing?"

"This is the blackbird. My ship"

"You're ship! you said you were a hauler" I said this ship was smaller than even the tie fighters, all-black with a small but powerful landing gear I had seen similar like this used by rebels spy ships designed to sneak in under scans due to their small size and powerful shields and attach on to large ships like barnacles

"Yeah I lied" she smirked "Now get in"

"I'm not going with you!"

"Yeah well, I don't trust you won't squeal cutie." she smirked "Relax I'll drop you off the first rock I find" she said forcing me inside the ship with her it was tiny some small equipment and one leather seat by the controls she shut the door but kept the knife on me "Now... how are we gonna do this?" she said more to herself she loosened the straps on the seat and forced me to sit there before then sitting on my lap herself this time her back against my chest before I could fight she had locked the straps around us "This is gonna bet bumpy, just shut the hell up and let me drive" she says starting the ship up it was almost silent putting her helmet on in order to actually fly it as there was no flight controls on the window meaning her visor of her helmet had to have them by now we had attached some attention but she tiny ship shot off like a bullet before anyone could do much of anything

"You can't just expect me to sit here and let you kidnap me!"

"Why not you seemed to be enjoying it" she laughs

"I'll send a distress signal!" I said trying to touch the controls but she pushed me back mostly using her hips

"Don't. touch. My. ship." she warns

"Make me" I told her trying to undo the straps, press buttons, do anything I could to cause her as many problems as possible until she grabbed my hands

"STOP!" she demanded "I think I've been really nice to you so far I could have cut you're throat when I got to my ship, I could have cut off your hand in my cell, I'm letting you live and when I get back to base you can fuck off wherever you want. but if you keep doing this I will not hesitate to kick you out the fucking airlock thanisson"

"I don't want go to some stupid rebel base"

"You've been complaining all day about the first order,"

"So!"

"So maybe try the other side for a bit maybe get a taste of freedom once in your life"

"No!" I pouted again trying to argue with her

"Ughhhh! sit still!" She demanded

"I'll sit still when you turn us around and go back to the finalizer," I told her doing my best to be annoying

"Ughhhh! Why don't I have anything in here to restain hands" she complained but she grabbed my hands and put them on her tits which I admit did stop me for a moment given she's sat on my lap with my erection between her ass and now my hands fully on her tits with only the jumpsuit between us "There happy now? if I let you keep your hands there will you shut the hell up?"

"I uhh I uhhh" I began trying to argue with her but my brain kinda turned to mush gently squeezing and rubbing a little feeling the weight of them in my hands gently fondling as she flew, ummmm boobs- No come on brain think for god sake! I know you're horny but we're being kidnapped! "No!" I argued moving my hands away "I cannot be distracted so easily!"

"Really because that was a good twenty minutes since you said anything"

"Twenty- oh my god what is wrong with me"

"You're repressed thanisson. This happens to a lot of first-order boys you've been brainwashed to be soldiers you're whole life the first time you get a flash of skin it breaks your brain, relax rebels don't give a shit where you stick your dick. Go crazy"

"How do I know the rebels won't imprison me when we get to you're base?"

"Ohh they will, if you're being a dick about it. If you come willingly you'll be accepted with open arms especially if you have any intel"

"So you'll use me"

"if that's how you wanna think about it" she says

"Turn us around!" I complained kicking and trying to cause problems for her

"My god you're like a freaking toddler!"

"Turn us around and I might allow them to keep you alive"

"shut up and I might allow them to keep you alive. Hell I'll kill you if you don't shut the hell up"

"You can't silence me!"

"Can't I?" she smirked as she set the ship up clearly to work mostly on its own and removed her helmet, she grabbed the fabric of my trousers hard so much so that as she ganked she ripped my uniform "Cheap ass first order?" she says "Whoa... Hi Thanisson" she giggled rubbing herself on my now exposed erection

"I'm not going to be so easily manipu-" I began but she sat up a little and managed to rip her cheap jumpsuit at the crotch enough to expose her and as she sat back down she let me slip inside her "Oh holy- fuck"

"There, now you going to be a good little passenger thanisson?" she cooed gently moving her hips to ride me

"Ughhhhhh ughhhh uuhhh" I moaned uncontrollably

"I take that as a yes" she giggled "Now if you behave for me, I'll let my cutie cock warm me all the way to the base okay?" she cooes moving her hand back to stroke my hair

"I uhhhh I ughhhh...okay" I nodded

"Good" she smiled getting her helmet back on and continuing with things, she barely moved but she didn't need to just the feeling of sitting inside her feeling myself throb and feeling her tighten and wetten around me for a very long time so much so even just the little bounces and shifts she did was enough to almost make me cum, I know I didn't exactly like being kidnapped by a rebel and being taken to a rebel base and all the madness that had happened over the last twenty-four hours but... she was breaking me, I think that was some of her intention not only to keep me quiet but to slowly manipulate me into melting for her which I was really struggling not to do! but so little of me had resistance against her now, maybe this is Stockholm syndrome? Ummm I don't care any girl that'll let me literally cock warm inside her for over two hours can't be all that bad can she? or if she is... I don't care!

"Y/n?" I cooed nuzzling with her neck

"Yes?"

"could I uhh? please?" I whined moving my hands in front of her chest

"Will it keep you quiet?"

"Yes. I promise"

"Will you behave?"

"I will I promise"

"Alright then" she says

I immediately took her tits back in my hands lost in my own world of slow and sensual pleasure having her ass against me, her tits in my hands and being inside her even if I was desperate for more but I milked it as long as I could enjoying us like this for another hour before I spoke up "Y/n?" I asked as sweetly as I could, rubbing my nose on her neck a little

"Umm yes thanisson?" she laughs

"I'll be extra good if maybe you bounced a little?"

"Would you now? would you give me some nice first-order secrets if I was to bounce?"

"Maybe"

"Alright" she cooes gently moving on me

"Ughhhh uuhhhhh!" I moaned trying desperately to thrust up

"ah ah ah" she warns pushing her ass against me hard "Not too egar cutie"

"Uhhh y/n please, I'll behave I promise, I'll tell you anything you wanna know just - just let me cum"

"Too late" she smirked slipping off her helmet and I noticed we had landed-

Oh. Guess I wasn't really paying attention she unstrapped us both and grabbed a different jumpsuit from a box behind us quickly changing which honestly almost made me cum just seeing a quick flash of her naked

"Here" she says throwing me one too

"Wait- you could have changed at any point on this journey?"

"Complaining?" she asks zipping hers up

"No" I sighed changing myself

"Now, you can scamper off and find you're way back to the finalizer, or... my little cutie can stay here with me and help out the resistance?" she cooes wrapping her arms around my neck

"If I stay will we-"

"Yes, I'm more than happy to continue our snuggles thanisson if you stay."

"Well... I don't know the first order is my whole life"

"You can stay in my tent" she cooes kissing down my neck

"for tonight?"

"for forever cutie" she cooes

"Uhhhh ummmm tempting"

"Humm if you come with me and let us have you're first order intel I'll give you a very special reward when we get back to my tent?" she suggested rubbing her nose on mine

"Yeah? what kinda reward? because my intel is very valuable I'm sure its a high market value to you rebel-" I began but she moved to her knees and licked my shaft through the jumpsuit while never breaking eye contact with me "uhhh yeah that'll do"

"umm good boy" she cooes grabbing my hand and basically dragging me out with her

#thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #star wars force awakens #starwars #officerthanisson #thanisson

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ave09 · 10 months

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the three times han saved you-and the one time you saved yourself

note: i apologize in advance for this one

———

(1)

you were surrounded. the stormtrooper armor was all you could see. you swallowed nervously, brandishing your weapon forward. but considering they all had blasters, your antics weren’t that threatening to them.

so was this it? was this how you died? you thought back to leia organa, the woman you were sworn to protect. surely she’d be fine without you. she was strong, capable of handling herself.

just as you were accepting your fate, you heard an obnoxious shout in the distance. you furrowed your brows, glancing around in search of the sound.

and there he was, her knight in shining boots, han solo rushing forward, “duck!” he shouted, and you wasted no time dropping down as han pulled the trigger of his blaster, laser beams flying ever way. the stormtroopers were now disoriented, giving you a chance to slip away. you scurried toward han, tugging on the man’s arm harshly to get him to move. the two of you needed to get to his ship now if you wanted to escape.

“thanks,” you said breathlessly.

“your welcome, sweetheart.”

———

(2)

explosions were loud outside.

“shit!” you exclaimed, trying to work the controls and becoming more frustrated when they didn’t work. you thought you’d be safe in hoth, but the imperial empire had found the rebellion. you and leia had started the evacuation, but things were going downhill too fast.

leia had left with han, leaving you to finish out the evacuation. but it was cutting it close, you had to get out soon. as you were finishing up, an explosion erupted on the side of the room, throwing you onto the ground. you groaned at the impact, watching as the walls began to crumble. if you didn’t leave now, the ceiling would fall and you would be trapped in the debris. you rose slowly, rushing toward the exit.

you jumped back in surprise at the sight of han solo, eyes wide with worry. “there you are! come on!” he grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him through the quivering corridors. they would collapse any minute now.

“run faster!”

and so you tried too, but in the initial fall, you must’ve hurt your ankle, because the more you tried to increase your speed, the more pain you were in.

you tried to keep up, but it was becoming more and more difficult. you winced softly as you almost went stumbling to the ground. han whipped around at the sound, his gaze falling upon your swelling ankle. without exchanging a word, he moved to you, a hand on the small of your back before he hoisted you up with ease.

and he carried you bridal style to the falcon, saving your life for the second time.

———

(3)

“lando! grab on!” you shouted, extending a stick to the falling man. he reached for it, his hand grasping the end. “hold on!”

“pull me up!” you used whatever strength you could muster up, but immediately began failing as you were pulled forward. “dammit!” lando was slipping closer and closer toward the sarlacc pit.

“come on! pull me up!”

“i’m trying!” you glanced around, han and chewie were both occupied, if anyone was going to save lando, it would have to be you. you adjusted your grip, straining as you tried again, but to no avail.

you felt lando begin to slip down and suddenly you were being pulled with him. “no, no, no!” you exclaimed, pulling on the stick, feeling your body be lifted from the ground.

just as you were about to tumble over the edge, a strong pair of arms hugged your waist, keeping you grounded. “i gotcha,” hearing his voice was soothing. keeping you grounded, you were able to use your remaining strength to hoist lando to safety.

a wave of relief washed over you, turning to han, “thank you, again.” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you always seem to be getting yourself into danger.”

“well lucky for me, you’ll always be there to save me.”

——— 30 YEARS LATER ———

a scream tore through your throat as the lightsaber was activated, stabbing your love.

this couldn’t be happening.

it couldn’t!

you tried to rush forward, but felt chewbacca grab onto your arm, pulling you back gently. “let me go! let me go! han!” you watched tearfully as the man lifted a hand, placing it against his son’s cheek. the lightsaber was deactivated, and han went tumbling into the abyss.

“no!” you shouted, your voice cracking. he couldn’t be gone. not han.

not your han.

kylo ren glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing. anger pulsed through your veins, you were gonna kill him.

you felt chewie pull on you again, urging you to go on. but you couldn’t move. you just felt numb. this wasn’t like the time he was frozen in carbonite.

he was gone.

his voice rang in your head, thinking back to his words, “y’know, i’m not always gonna be here to save you.”

you had shaken your head, “don’t say that.”

you knew it to be true, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. you knew that if you didn’t go now, you’d be gone with him.

and you considered it for a moment.

han would want you to keep fighting.

and so that’s what you did.

you reached for your blaster, shooting at any stormtroopers who came in your way as you followed chewie out of the star killer base and back to the falcon.

once in the pilot’s seat, you sobbed. this was han’s spot. everyone was supposed to survive. it wasn’t supposed to end this way.

in a flash, the entire trajectory of your life has changed, and nothing would ever be the same again.

#han solo #han solo x reader #han solo imagine #han solo fanfic #harrison ford x reader #young harrison ford #harrison ford movies #chewbacca #star wars #a new hope #empire strikes back #return of the jedi #the force awakens #fuck kylo ren

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 6 months

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Going to therapy is great because you can rant to your therapist about the untapped potential of Star Wars Sequel Characters for ten minutes and they are a captive audience forced to hear your very reasonable valid points and you can do this instead of talking about your issues hope this helps <3

#kat talks #no one irl will ever listen to me that rey poe and finn were decent characters that had POTENTIAL #kylo ren is a bit of a lost cause im afraid #(by that i mean the sequel trio had more personality and plot motives in the first movie than he did so he'd need a lot more rework)#I still cry and scream internally that they were still cowards about hayden christensen and wouldnt let him show up to tell kylo ren off #i still think that was a major thing about kylo ren's character that WOULDVE BEEN INTERESTING #like imagine worshipping your grandfathers literal worst sins only for his force ghost to show up and tell you off #SUBLIME #anyways the way I watch sw is I stop at Force Awakens #and im like 'wow what a fun what-if story after rotj its so sad they never made more movies after it :)'#and THATS HOW IT SHOULD BE WATCHED #thank you for listening to my ted talk #(and also rogue one was great definitely included in the sw movie rewatch between rots and anh)

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In the hypothetical alternate universe where Lego is willing to throw all available budget at a Bionicle G3 and you somehow found yourself in charge of the story team, how do you think you'd approach it?

Here's a weird thing about me. If you were to ask most people to boil Bionicle down to its bare essentials, chances are most people would say something along the lines of:

Six biomechanical, elementally-powered heroes wearing Masks of Power

A vibrant, likely tropical, island setting

An overarching sense of mystery, or at least history, that is central to the plot

And fetchquesting

If you were to ask me the same question, I would rhyme off all of those things plus one more: a giant robot.

Judging by G2 and a lot of fan opinions I've seen on how they'd do a G3, most people don't seem to consider the Great Spirit Robot an absolutely necessary part of the Bionicle story, but to me, it's indispensable.

Now sure, you can tell a good Bionicle story without a giant robot; I don't think G2 was bad specifically because it didn't have a giant robot. But the way I see it, the Great Spirit Robot, or at least some equivalent to it, is key to Bionicle's identity. So much so that the franchise is named after it. Bionicle is a shortening of "Biological Chronicle," it's the story of Mata Nui's biology. Now if you wanted to do away with the giant robot plotline, you could say that your version of Bionicle actually means "Biomechanical Chronicle" instead. You could totally do that and there would be nothing wrong with that. But if I was in charge of a hypothetical G3's story, I would want to stick to the franchise's roots. Which means the giant robot would be a central part of the story; that robot is what Bionicle is all about.

Of course, I don't think it would be wise to try to pull off the same twist again. Any returning fans, and any new fans that did their research, would be expecting the giant robot twist from the get-go. So instead, I wouldn't hide the robot, I would make it a focal point of the story from the very beginning.

My idea is this: Just like we're used to, the robot crashed landed long ago on a watery world, but unlike in G1, it wasn't a clean crash. Not all of the robot is underwater, and it was severely damaged in the crash, to the point that is 100% no longer operational. Not asleep, just totally wrecked. The story would pick up some time later, maybe 1000 years, just to be quaint, or maybe not, and biomechanical beings now live on the islands around the crashed robot, which they routinely travel into to scavenge materials to build and maintain their settlements, technology, etc. Very much playing with the idea of whalefall. The characters live their lives off the body of a dead god.

The plot would be centred around the questions of where this robot came from, and why was it made? What purpose did the characters serve inside the robot, presuming they know they came from it in the first place? I could see potential long-term plotlines based around finding information inside the robot, discovering it was conscious and that consciousness may have survived the destruction of its body, maybe even an end goal of restoring the robot. There's lots that could be done with this premise.

Where G1 started out very fantastical and transitioned more into hard sci-fi, I think my version would do the reverse. The robot is right there from the beginning, the sci-fi is plain to see, but as the characters dug deeper and more secrets were uncovered, things would get weirder and weirder until it became clear that there was little difference between this world's science and magic.

But yeah, that's pretty much how I'd handle it. I don't really have any concrete ideas for how each story year would go, like what the specific plot behind each set wave would be, but the general idea would be this story of characters wondering and learning about their origins, with themes of exploration and discovery. Bionicle meets Ghibli-esque hopeful post-apocalypse, kinda.

#bionicle #g3 concept #i get this image of rey's intro in force awakens #except it's takua poking around his island's section of the robot #looking for useful parts or anything else interesting that catches his eye #just that image of exploring the giant wreckage of mata nui is really striking to me #it's kind of like what i imagine was done with the wrecked gsr post-canon #except it happened much earlier on aqua magna instead

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Ch. 5 Escape - Baneful Royal (Kylo Ren x Reader)

[A/N] so the last time I had posted for this fic, it was a hot minute ago. And when I say hot minute, I mean about close to a year. SO with that being said, here is the 5th chapter. This one was kinda hiding underneath a bunch of commission files so finding it now was very nice. If you would like to read more Kylo fics from me, I have a Masterlist link in my bio, as well as a A03 and wattpad under the same name. Thank y’all for reading <3

There was no time to feel guilt.

There was no time to feel anything.

You were ushered without a thought. Running on autopilot, the disturbing sounds of a city thrown into chaos were drowned out with your focus elsewhere. Cate’s arm was looped into yours, the cloaked figure of Kylo walked in front of you without assistance or care. The deed was done, and the next step was approaching soon.

Pushed into a carrier, it wasn't until you felt the deep rumble of the ship coming to life that you finally came back to the present. Seated and strapped in, you glanced around you to see Cate at her place behind you. On her side, two guards of Ren stood like stone, waiting patiently. For what, you didn't know.

Voices spit out necessary actions for takeoff, with a confirmation greeting. A captain’s seat sat in the middle, with Kylo planted firmly. With each acknowledgment of action, he nodded. A shake, and you were off into the air and into the atmosphere.

“What’s happening now?” You turned to Cate. “Where are we going?”

You knew of your certain protection, but nothing else after. Had you left when the Colonel told you to, maybe you wouldn't have been labeled a possible enemy to the planet. Gone off quietly, you might have still been on Naboo. You showed yourself rather idiotically. With a hand out in offer, any chance of going home was thrown out the window.

Cate looked straight ahead blankly, ignoring your asking gaze.

“I said where are we going?” You asked. Ignored, you watched as Cate’s pupils flashed quickly to her side, towards the knights. Turning back in your chair, you realized. You sabotaged her mission, and any other advice or word could further deepen a possible and serious “demotion”.

Watching as Naboo faded away in the side windows, you were startled with Kylo's sudden announcement. “On our arrival, we are to ignite engines for light speed on route to Coruscant immediately.”

“This wasn't part of the plan.” You said aloud, shocked. “I didn’t agree to this part.”

“Then what was, councilwoman?” Kylo called to the reluctant voice. “Had you listened, we wouldn’t be taking the actions that we are now.”

“I wonder with whose help.” You spat back. The newly deceased governor was right. There was an argument wherever you went.

“The option to go back and drop you off is always open. But, I hope you realize that actions will have consequences.” He stated, almost tauntingly. “It would be a shame to see your head on a spike.”

“A favor was given for the good of the people.”

“They won’t see it that way.” He sneered, leather glove squeaking. “The truth is soon to come out. Where are you going to go when that does happen?”

It was best to shut up.

With many to witness, the assassination of a government official was without a doubt a high profiled crime to commit. To accompany the ill news, the revelation of a colleague and former head of state with her hand in his murder would surely send embarrassment to the planet. More harm was caused than good.

Maybe it was the smartest idea to escape.

You shut your eyes tightly as you the grim thought of Abie and Sara finding out. You lied to them both. Hatred was a driving factor, but not murder. You prayed that they could one day forgive you. It was probably going to take a long time to do.

You saw the faint reflection of the Finalizer bounce off the glass panels, indicating your destination was close.

“The Supreme Leader’s secondary vessel requesting permission to dock, copy.”

“Permission granted.” A modulated voice rang out. “Prepare to unload.”

The last First Order ship you had visited was nothing compared to this. The vast high ceilings towered over all, with as many small ships docked neatly into the walls. Officials ran amok, hurrying to finish a job or to clear the way. The ship jostled as it landed, causing you to tussle in your seat.

“Wow.” You whispered.

“I believe it is time to disembark, councilwoman.” You heard Kylo say, taking off his seatbelt. You did the same, standing up as gracefully as you could.

You felt the faint brush of Kylo’s cloak graze your leg. Standing next to you, but not fixated on you. His presence felt overpowering, like he had done this many times before. The adrenaline was still rushing in you, garnering you to shake and quiver slightly.

As the hatch opened, you saw two single file lines on either side of stormtroopers. They stood with their blasters in hands, looking straight ahead in respect. As you inched forward, you caught eye of a special trooper. Tall and donned in shining silver, this stormtrooper was like no other. A black cape hung over one shoulder, with a red line trimmed on its hem. With no eyes to look into, you could only imagine what kind of a being they were. Their air was grand, big shoes that were filed with fear and respect.

“Welcome back, sir.” They said to Kylo. Their feminine tone was evident in their voice, clear and orderly. You had no thoughts, except one. If they are a she, then that is one big woman.

Still in awe, you almost missed the silver commander’s next question. “Have we acquired the subject?”

“Affirmative, Captain.” Kylo replied, walking next to her.

“Hold on, subject?!” You called out, still two steps behind them. You tried to rush to Kylo, desperate for answers. Before you could reach him, gloved hands pulled you by your forearms and held you back. You glanced at them both, visors staring down menacingly at you. With Cate’s footsteps echoing off the ramp, the image of her strode in front of your person. Still blank.

“You are to be escorted onto the ship until we hit lightspeed.” Was all she said before turning and joining Kylo.

Your head dropped. All of this felt fake. Nothing of it felt real at all. Not even an hour ago, you were home. With a skip in your step about the future and being free of the thorn in your side, only to be replaced with another. Slowly and painfully, it was going to be hard to dig this one out.

A First Order vessel. Shooting out of the sector and into the inner Rim. The death of a political official and your life as you know it. All within a short amount of time. The time to process it began as you were escorted out of the hangar and into the ship itself.

You felt like you were hit with a ton of bricks.

The hallways bustled with every employee of the Order, rushing to unknown locations. The memo of lightspeed must’ve been ordered quickly. All of their heads were down as you passed them, averting their eyes from walking cloaks of darkness on either of your side.

You clasped your hands in front, careful to take note from those around you. You glanced up at the Knights, whose boots clanked almost like the Supreme Leader’s. There was emptiness to their step, like strictly programmed droids who were on the way to the next task.

“Are you both allowed to talk to me?” You asked, looking up at one of them. They continued in silence. “I see. Maybe a vow of silence.”

You felt the need to press further. It looked like a risky attempt to talk to monsters carrying you to your death. Risky, or maybe sad.

“Those weapons look menacing. Serious damage to anyone that crosses you.”

Silence.

“Good, I didn’t want to talk to you bucketheads anyways.” You muttered, rather disappointed from the one sided talk.

You heard the same leather squeak from them like you did with Kylo earlier. You looked down at one gripping his weapon rather tightly. You swallowed, yet taking another que. At least it relieved some of the stress you were carrying, saying that. Sad that they were in your path of insult, but then again, you would swiftly be met with a blade in your throat.

The tight hallway grew to a broader area, full with more First Order personnel. Stormtroopers guarded every corner, standing at full attention. The knights beelined you to two sets of blast doors, with people bustling about. Most walked in and out, in pairs or with a holopad in hand. When coming into their sight, there was another hush among them. But this time, there were slivers of notice. Gawked at wasn’t new to you, but the setting was.

The blast doors opened, revealing the bridge of the ship. Various stations were hard at work operating the ins and outs of the ship’s defense and operation. So focused, there was no acknowledgment of your presence. There was a quick conclusion that if they were looking anywhere besides their screen, they would be shot on sight.

Ahead of you were the giant windows out looking at Naboo. It felt like a screen, seeing your home from miles above the surface. Growing bigger as you were walked further in, you couldn't help but tear up just a little.

These conflicting feelings of justifying your dark deed for the good of the planet and your own wounded morals clashed against one another, fighting for the dominance of your stand. You had sickened you, the need to fill your own selfish gain. Moment of passion destroyed your life as you had known it. Now it was time to pay the consequences, but stubborn as you were, it was going to be hard to accept it.

“You are to wait here. Our Master will join shortly.” One Knight croaked, voice startling you out of your moment of sentiment.

They backed up some, keeping their distance. The blast doors opened again, this time the flamed hair general jaunting towards you. You flipped around, taking in a deep sigh. Bound to be on an official First Order ship, you had to at least expect to see him sooner or later.

“Ah, councilwoman.” He shot you a grim, wide smile. “We meet again, under some unfortunate circumstances.”

“Unfortunate, indeed.” You replied, gripping your hands tightly. “Where’s the Supreme Leader?”

“Oh come now, at least give me a chat.” He feigned disappointment mockingly. “After all, this is my setting, my domain. I am more than welcoming.”

“I’ve been told, or rather talked over, that we are to be out of this sector any minute now.” You said. “The Supreme Leader cannot possibly be holding out on an escape.”

“I wouldn’t call it an escape, councilwoman. However, we may just have a chance at some resolution to the chaos that put us here in the first place?” Hux raised his brows.

You tried to read his face to see if it had some truth. You silently hoped that you weren't being pushed into another set up. Peace with Naboo was what you so desperately strived for. It would calm your worried mind. If it meant that you could never return to maintain harmony, you would take it. But not without heartbreak.

“Then let us try.” Hux finished, turning his back to you as he continued with his recent assessment for departure. How acutely they all listened, hanging on to every quip and jeer he threw out in his words. Still able to take orders under such stress, unlike you did. “Annoying as this inconvenience is.”

“I did what I did for a reason. You would too if you were pushed so far.” You snarled back. “Would you have done it too?”

Hux glared at you, his face changing so slightly. Eyes softened, almost to sympathize. Human as you both were, maybe it did cross his mind of holding himself out from the rest. He glanced up. The doors opened and Kylo glided in. The scowl came back and so was the top general of the First Order.

“I give commands and follow orders.” He said. “I see no reason for such emotion.”

“It's a proper system for a machine to work. There's a purpose for it.” Kylo followed up, his helmet still on. “But we are not droids.”

“And you encouraged it.” You said to him, staring into his dark visor. “I'm not the only one at fault here.”

“Who said it was not the right thing?” You heard Kylo said lowly in his helmet. Moving closer to you, his voice was soft enough to not be picked up by the vocoder. “Put trust in that decision, (Y/n).”

Biting down on your lip, losing your focus on him.

“Put trust in me.”

A beep sounded off loudly on the bridge. “This is the Security Force of Naboo requesting urgent communication with your vessel.”

Breathing in deeply, you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Thumping loudly, rhythmically against your rib cage, you would rather your heart did some damage right now. Anything to avoid this, avoid your betrayal.

“Stay here. Leave communication to us.” Kylo said. “You will not move from your spot, unless I say otherwise.”

“I will not move from this spot unles you say otherwise.” Aghast at the loss of control of your body, your feet planted where they stayed. Frozen once more.

“Holograph transmission, sir. Permission to accept?” A controller asked from their position.

Permission granted.”

Kylo and Hux stood in front of the transmission circle, their fronts lighting up with the familiar blue light. You drew in your breath as you saw the Queen, standing solemnly with Abie at her side. The Queen conveyed a deep seriousness you knew deep inside her. Dormant, having been cast aside when the council had done it for her. It wasn’t the childlike display of fear that was present. No. It was the face of a proper monarch, ready to take on her new challenge for her people.

“Appearance is everything,” you told her. “They won’t just take your words into consideration.”

For a brief moment, the creeping anxiety of your situation disappeared. In its place, was pride. Just for a second. Abie, on the other hand. A different story. His anger seethed off of him, being well seen from almost everyone on the bridge.

“Your Majesty, to what we owe the pleasure of your company?” Hux said.

“There is none, General. I would like to be told of the reason for my urgent return to the palace, with my home in disarray and chaos. Our Governor slain and my councilwoman nowhere to be seen.” She proclaimed. “Even with our arms open to your presence in our desperate hour, we are repaid with nothing but hardship.”

“Although a controversial decision, your majesty, it was the right one.” Kylo began, taking over for Hux. After all, who wouldn’t want to hear the murderer tell his side of the story? “Let's face the clearer picture. Governor Sillin was a joke to Naboo. A laughing stock to the galaxy. So in fairness, the First Order did what was the preferable outcome.”

“Did this outcome happened to include the disappearance of Councilwoman (L/N)?” Queen Revisalla snapped back, her tone grew sharp. “Full control is what you strive for, then so be it. But I ask, no I demand that she be returned alive and unharmed.”

“I see.” Kylo replied, feigning a deep thought. “I’m afraid I cannot allow for the release of her into your hands.”

“And why?” Revisalla asked, the tension from her and Abie grew even more. “This is beyond ridiculous. To capture a government official and a former monarch is a serious crime.”

“That does not matter to us, as you can tell your majesty.” Hux cut in, clasping his hands behind his back. “We did ask for full allegiance in order for help from our forces. Young as you are, do try to take a smarter route and think of this as a small price for our assistance.”

How badly you wanted to break free of your place and take down Hux as well. You wouldn’t need a saber for this, only your bare hands.

“I understand your emotions, your majesty. “Kylo stepped forward. “There is a shared understanding when something dear is taken away from us. It becomes a driving force, our mindset. Sometimes for the better.”

You gazed at the queen. Her eyes glanced down, in deepful thought. It wounded deeply as you saw her face drift into each possibility and hard decision. Everything was spilling over. Whatever was to happen next was going to determine your place. Your life was on the line. And so were the million lives on the planet.

“I will not back down without a fight for this.” Revisalla spoke clearly. “We will bring her back, with your help or not. I will see to it that she is returned home alive.”

Your breath was knocked out of you. There was a vague idea on what kind of response that would be.

“So be it.” Kylo said.

“As you left us no choice your majesty, we must do what is necessary.” Hux proclaimed, turning to the rest of the bridge. “All personnel to their stations. Deploy the TIEs. Let's make sure the message is sent.”

“Yes, sir.” The voiced response was swift, echoing in your ears as the worst had to come. Still frozen to your spot, there was no way physically that you could try to stop this. But you were going to try. You heaved as you struggled to move. The fight response in you cried out to be released.

“Wait, no!” You screamed. Suddenly, as if to be let off a chain, you stumbled forward. Catching your step, you rushed to the hologram, panting. Revisalla took a sudden intake of breath, surprised. So did Abie. Shaking your head, you held up your hands. “You don’t want to do this. Please do not do this.”

“Halt the deployment of TIEs.” Hux commanded. Your adrenaline dropped in relief.

“Is your safety compromised, Lady (Y/n)?” The queen asked you. Abie’s appearance could’ve looked just like yours, relieved but shaken.

“No, I’m fine. I’m okay.” You breathed. “I beg your majesty to listen. One person to an entire people, it cannot happen.”

“Excellent point.” Hux mumbled.

You ignored his remark as you tried to find the right words. “I am not worth it. If this is where my path leads me, this is where I stay. I need you to understand that.”

Revisalla swallowed, her fingers slightly tugging on her long sleeve. Not only were you talking to her, but to your heartbroken friend as well. He looked down, so still you thought the hologram was frozen.

“I understand. Efforts in the future to retrieve your person will be permanently terminated.” Strong and loud, you felt the tug of loss. You were now officially a subject to the First Order.

You nodded.

“Before our communication is severed, there is something I need to ask of you.” Revisalla added. “There are words of your involvement in the death of the governor.”

You felt Kylo’s presence flair behind you. His air taunted you as the cold truth was about to be let loose in the open. This was a moment that he was waiting for, as if he was waiting for the downfall of your life.

“Is there truth to this?” She finally said.

You looked back at Kylo. As it pained you to say, this truly meant there was no way to return back to home. The tie would be forever severed. The planet would be safe. Abie and Sara would be safe. The queen will be safe. And maybe peace will find its way back to Naboo, with a brighter future for everyone. The one you so longed to see.

“Yes.” You replied firmly. “I killed Sillin.”

Abie’s shoulders fell in defeat. Revisalla nodded solemnly. The disappointment from both of them radiated strongly.“I-“

“There you have it, your majesty. Loud and clear.” You were cut off from Hux. “It is now time that we make our departure from the sector.”

“I bid you all farewell.” Revisalla’s tone was monotonous, professional. Just another goodbye to visiting “diplomats”. The hologram faded and you were left with the sight of Naboo once again.

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