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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER ONE
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: pet play if you squint, oral (male receiving)
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count: 2k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
Cast list
May the Force be with you✨
You wake up to your wrist comm beeping. It’s your best friend in the entire galaxy; Skylar, messaging you to wish you a happy birthday.
*BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP*
_____________________
Sky: Wake up, Bitch it’s your birthday! LET’S PARTY!
Sky: WAKE
Sky: UP
SKY: Remember the plan for tonight, 2300.
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“Shit,” you curse under your breath, ripping the covers off the bed and stumbling into your en suite bathroom. You look in the mirror at your reflection and inwardly groan. You rub your tired eyes and splash cold water on your face in a feeble attempt to wake yourself. It doesn’t work. You hurriedly apply makeup to your face to look presentable in front of your family.
It’s your 21st birthday and on each and every birthday your family makes a big deal about it, especially your father. You are his only child of course. His precious little princess. You aren’t so little anymore. And you don’t like being called ‘princess’.
You rush around like a tornado; getting dressed for your usual birthday breakfast. When you open the door you hear your parents calling for you.
“Happy birthday, sweety!” Your parents say in unison.
“Thanks,” you feign enthusiasm for their benefit; not your own.
You can feel your parents' excitement ooze from them as they present you with your birthday breakfast. It makes you want to vomit. But you know they love you.
Your wrist comm beeps again to remind you of today's martial arts class. You thank the stars above that you have something to distract you from your parents- at least for a little while. You quickly shovel food down your throat, very ungracefully of course, while apologizing to your parents for leaving the table early. Your father still has strict rules about eating together as a family, because it's your birthday so he lets it slide this time.
When you return home you find the house to be empty. As you roll your eyes, you think about how your parents are always busy- even on your birthday. Why can't I just get one day to spend time with them? You may find their expression of love for you to be suffocating, but they are the only family you have. You shake the thought from your head and sprint up the stairs to prepare for the evening. Unsurprisingly, you find a light gray dress lying on your bed. Gray is your family color which seeps into everything your family does: what you wear, the color of the walls and furniture is gray, to the car your family travels in. The dress is made from the finest cotton from Naboo. Despite its simple high neck and long sleeves– which your father deems modest–, it will still show off your curves. After a quick shower, you curl your hair and put light makeup on to compliment the outfit.
As you ascend the staircase to the main level of your family’s elegant Coruscant apartment, you feel your heart flutter with anticipation. Remember the plan: get through this party, sneak out undetected, and meet up with Sky. What could go wrong? A warm smile spreads across your face as you catch a glimpse of your parents laughing with someone you don’t recognize. As you make your way to your parents, more and more unfamiliar people are filling your home. You wonder if they are here for you, or to get closer to your father, the senator. As you approach your father’s side, you plaster on a perfectly crafted smile. As your father introduces you to the gentlemen, your whole body freezes as you force yourself to shake the man’s hand and not recoil in fear. A fuzzy memory from your childhood pops into your head of this man and your father in his office. Lots of yelling, broken glass, and amber liquid on the ground.
The last thing you remember is a pair of deep brown eyes; quiet and watching. As you release your hand, you automatically respond with a forced “Thank you.” Your father leans over and whispers in your ear that he has important business to take care of. You nod expectantly to hide your rolling eyes and slyly wipe your hands on your dress from the awful encounter. As your parents go their separate ways your stomach reminds you that you've barely eaten. You drink, eat, and dance to pass the time as the sun begins to set.
Suddenly, a loud noise from upstairs tears you from your rhythmic trance.
You look around to see that everyone is dancing and enjoying themselves. You must have been the only one to hear it. You casually and cautiously make your way to the stairs. You are only a few steps from the top of the staircase when you hear the office door creak open and your father’s intimidating voice fills the hallway.
“Get Mikkah in here NOW!”
Without a second thought, you sprint the remaining distance to your room just as someone leaves the office. Finally safe, you collapse against the door for a few breaths before running around your room like a Gryffus without a head to pack your “go-bag”. Just as you are about to put your hand on the doorknob, you hear the familiar thud of Mikkah’s signature leather boots against the marble steps. Mikkah has been your father’s bodyguard for years now. He’s not much older than you and has been with your family since you were a girl.
You exhale the curse that was forming on your lips and shut the lights off in your room. You hold your breath as his footsteps near. The office door slams shut. Mikkah must be pissed. You pray to the stars above that you will survive this night. Cautiously, you open the door and peer out to see the hallway is empty. In utter relief, an audible sigh slips from your lips. “Fuck that was close.”
When the world remains still, you dash down the steps. The music gets louder as you feel the vibrations that make you quicken your pace. The crowd is a sea of people that anyone can easily disappear into. Maybe this will work, you think to yourself. You push your way through the enormous crowd and, in what feels like an eternity, finally, you see the finish line. The front door. The same one that holds your ticket to a night of questionable choices, but towards fun nonetheless. As your hand reaches out to touch the cold door knob, you hear hurried smacks of leather ricochet off marble steps as many pairs of boots come rushing to the bottom. As you turn to leave, the hair on your neck suddenly stands straight as a beskar spear. Bright and burning green eyes pierce your soul. You immediately freeze on the spot as time slows around you. Your heart stops too, thinking you’re about to get caught, but you’ve already put your plans in motion, and nothing stops you now. You flash an apologetic smile to those burning eyes; to Mikkah, then dash into a nearby turbolift with only one thought- freedom.
As you approach the apartment complex's lobby, you see the one person you desperately need right now; Skylar. She is dressed from head to toe in black including her eyeshadow and lipstick. Her beaming bright smile and blue hair contrast the darkness in her attire.
“Cute shoes,” she scoffs as she peers at your feet. You changed into soft shoes so you could run faster. You shrug at her comment. “You should have seen Mikkah’s face when he caught me leaving,” you shove Skylar’s shoulder playfully as you leave the building. “Can’t wait to hear all about your little escapade!” Skylar beams as you both get in the air taxi.
It starts to rain as you descend the many levels of Coruscant. You have always been within the surface of the city planet. Nerves grip your stomach as tales from your childhood ring a warning in your head.
“Hey, buddy can you put up the privacy screen for my girl here?” Skylar yelled at the driver. He grunted in response but raised the glass partition.
“Sky-”
“It’s fine, get dressed back here. He won’t be able to see you, I promise.”
Sky squeezes your hand. The gentle pressure helps you calm down immensely. She always knows how to help center you.
“I can turn away if you want me to?” A playful smirk crosses her lips. She knows your answer before you even have the chance to open your mouth. She turns away still holding your hand. You squeeze her hand back before you let it slide off your shoes. You shimmy out of your dress and quickly slide on the new dress that is sure to catch some eyes tonight. It sparkles like the twilight sky; dark charcoal with radiant constellations of silver sequins. You tug your dress down your thigh for comfort and cross your ankles, nervously. Goodbye, father's little obedient girl, and hello to the new me…well at least for tonight that is.
During the ride, your eyes slowly drift towards the scene outside the window as Skylar's voice fades in the background. Too bewitched by the view to pay attention to her droning on about the men she has been sleeping with, you greedily drink up the city soaked in a neon glow and graffiti-covered concrete walls. The dilapidated scene starkly contrasts the immaculate city on the surface.
It’s dangerous down at this level. You’ve heard rumors that no polic force ventures to this level of the planet. What if someone finds out you are the senator’s daughter? What if you get taken? You desperately try to shake the thoughts from your head.
All too soon the car comes to an abrupt halt in a dark alleyway only illuminated by the bright full moon. Your eyes make out a long line of people; humans, androids, Twi'leks, Togrutas, and species you've never seen before standing by a large building with synthesized music emanating from its red double doors.
"Welcome to the Concrete Jungle, " Sky beams as she takes your hand and pulls you from your thoughts and the taxi.
I stand tall overlooking the crowd of my second-story office. Head to toe in my signature black outfit. In the privacy of my nightclub, The Concrete Jungle, I don’t need to wear a mask to conceal my identity. The lowlife-my people- know who I am. They are safe to be whomever they desire.
Tonight I get to watch them while they are completely oblivious. I hum the song that reverberates through the wall until a knock on the door rudely interrupts me.
"Come in," My voice comes out sharp like the Mandalorian Kal fastened to my belt. Ever fought a Mandalorian? No? I stabbed him right under the helmet with his own knife…
"Sir, your father is dead. "
I curse inwardly keeping my face still as beskar. Hot anger pulses through my body and I slam my fist onto the window.
"Call Nashira. Now," A low growl escapes my lips.
"Of course."
When a knock on the door finally comes, I turn from the window to see Madam Lyra leading a crawling female Twi'lek on a leash.
"Thank you, Madam Lyra," I say as she hands me Nashira’s signature leather leash. I nod and Madam Lyra dismisses herself from the office.
With a silent command, I point to the rug on the floor. Without hesitation, the Twi'lek crawls on all fours to the thick furry rug beside the desk. I add another finger pointing down and Nashira kneels.
"That's my good pet," I chuckle softly as Nashira nuzzles against my outstretched hand. I gently caress her lekku with slender tattooed fingers. This causes a soft moan to slip from her mouth. Her bright yellow eyes shimmer with desire.
"So needy for my touch," I tsk.
I sit down on the leather desk chair and begin rubbing against the growing erection that tightens my pants. Nashira crawls between my legs, as I pull out my throbbing cock. I tap two fingers on my pet's cheek, the signal for "open" and she does just that. She licks and kisses my cock teasingly.
But tonight I am in no mood for games as I clutch both of Nashira's lekku and pry her petite mouth open. I push my thick hard cock into her warm mouth until she gags- a warning and punishment. Her eyes squeeze shut as she adjusts to the invasion. I slowly withdraw from her mouth, and before my tip reaches her lips she lets out a small whimper. I slam my cock into the back of her throat and she starts to suck.
Pressure builds in my core as I slump back in my chair. Nashira quickens her pace, sloppy and hungry. My core tenses and eyelids get heavy. On the edge of euphoria, a flash of light catches my eye; stealing me of my bliss. Frustrated, I push Nashira off, and point to the door, silently commanding her to leave. Nashira scampers to her feet and bows her head lowly before leaving the room.
Once again alone, I approach the window in search of the distraction: A human girl in a short gray dress. Under the strobe lights, her shimmering dress reflects a kaleidoscope of color. She is dancing in the middle of the crowd, arms swinging above her head immersed in complete abandon.
Craving the rush, I start stroking my cock as she sways her hips to the song's beat. My jaw clenches as I tighten my grip. My thighs begin to tense and I rest my free arm against the window for stability.
I stroke my length faster and faster in tempo with the pulsing beat of the music below. On the edge of climax, I suddenly make eye contact with the girl in that damn dress. Euphoria ripples through my body in waves as I cum all over the window.
“Fuck.” I sigh as I pull my pants back on. As my mind floats back to reality; my vision is filled with her; this obvious outsider. My new plaything. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of her. And I stalk out of my office with only one thought on my mind- find out everything about her.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER TEN
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: THE END OF THE SLOWBURN; oral (f recieving), hot shower sex😏
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was. A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:1.4k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
Cast list
Master list
May the Force be with you✨
Zebastian leads you to his private refresher connected to his bedroom. Sleek charcoal tile lines the walls. Centered by the vanity sink is a large round mirror lined with red lights that reflect the ambiance of the room.
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize the girl looking back at you. Wide eyes and a purple bruise forming on your cheek. Your hair is full of tangles and dirt. You examine the bruise more closely as the soft sound of water fills the room. Once steam starts to creep on the edges of the mirror, you abandon your ruminations.
Grimacing, you hesitate to lean down to remove your shoes.
“Allow me.” A deep voice rumbles from behind you. Startled, you stagger backward against the vanity as Zebastian crouches down at your feet. You suck in a shaky breath as you watch the usually intimidating man gently pull off your shoes.
“Thank you,” you smile down at Zebastian peering up at you, his signature dazzling grin spreading across his face. Your cheeks heat when he winks back at you as he places your foot on the tile floor. The cool surface soothes your aching feet.
As Zebastian rises he helps you remove your sling. You begin fumbling with the straps of your dress as a warm hand covers yours and guides the thin fabric down your arm. His body heat permeates the threads of your dress as he shifts to help you with the other strap. Zebastian turns away as you approach the shower, clutching the dress close to your chest. Goose pimples creep up your legs and arms as the fabric falls to the floor. The warm water greets you instantly and your sore muscles cry out for relief.
Stepping into the refresher after the senator’s daughter, her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open. Sure, this wasn’t really the time I thought I would see her naked for the first time; I would have preferred her to be spread out on my silk sheets bare and ready for me, but someone had to help her bathe.
And that someone is me.
She steps back into the steady stream of water, wincing as she tries to cover herself with her good arm. My eyes stay fixed on hers looking up at me, her thick lashes shielding her eyes from the water. Her jaw clenches as I lean over her to grab soap and a cloth. I can see the fight in her eyes; she wants to stop me- to do it herself- but when she closes her eyes and tilts her head slightly, I know that’s all the permission I need as exhaustion melts her to my touch.
“Can I touch you?” I mumble into her ear, nerves tightening my stomach as the memory of her fear-stricken eyes flashes before me.
“Yes,” she hums.
Gently caressing her shoulder, I lather her bad arm first as it dangles at her side. She winces at first so I make quick work on it to move to her chest. My dick twitches when soft sounds trickle from her mouth as I caress her breasts. Thank the void her eyes are still closed. Even though I would do anything to make more of those pretty sounds tumble from her mouth, I move swiftly to clean her other arm. I hesitate when I look down at her fingers, smooth and unmarred compared to mine; scarred and etched in ink.
Suddenly, my mind begins to wander what it would be like if my hands were around her throat; imagining the sounds that would erupt from her mouth. Another hum from her tears me from my filthy thoughts. It’s strange to fight back the urge to touch more of her body, to let my finger graze every inch of her. But I want her to make the decision for herself.
Everything she has ever known has been decided for her, until now.
My hand on her hip keeps her steady while I wash the softness of her tummy and circle the cloth down her thigh. Before crouching at her feet again, I instruct her to hold onto the wall to keep her balance as I lift and wash her foot. I do the same to the other ignoring how close her cunt is to me. Her thigh twitches slightly to adjust to the awkward position and arousal shoots straight into my gut.
Swallowing a groan, I adjust to caress the back of her thighs to keep me stable but when I look up at her, her body glistening beneath the water and her swollen bitten lips, I can’t stop myself.
Gripping her hips I pull myself up and spin her against the other wall and away from the water. She yelps in surprise as her back smacks the tile. Her eyes are wide but there's a spark that shimmers across her iris.
“Can I touch you here?” Leaning down, my lips brush against hers as my hand snakes between her legs to gently cup her sex. Her body shivers to my touch, back arching off the wall. Her body is screaming yes. Nipping at her bottom lip, I try again.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“Yes, Ze-,”
My name fades into a soft moan as I crouch down and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Spreading her folds apart with my fingers, I lick from entrance to clit, sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. She cants against me as I wrap my arms around her hips pulling her closer. The fingers of her good hand grip my damp hair while the injured hand rests on my shoulder.
I’m drowning in her touch and I can’t get enough.
Flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit earns me the most beautiful sound from her bitten lips. Leaning back slightly, I peer up at her through hooded lids to find her head rolling back against the wall, and her eyes closed in bliss as her mouth pops open with every labored breath. She’s close. Her thigh tenses when I kiss and nibble the delicate flesh- a distraction- as I slowly slide one finger inside her.
“Oh,” she rasps breathless, as her pussy walls adjust to the invasion. I lick at her clit once more before sucking it between my teeth and curving my finger just right and suddenly...
Pain.
Pain shoots through my shoulder when she digs her fingers into me at the same time she clenches around the digit thrusting in and out of her. She tugs on my hair as I press my fingers into her hips, not enough to bruise but to keep her stable as her body tenses with overstimulation. Her body spasms and her back arches off the wall when she screams my name and drenches my tongue with her juices. Groaning against her wet heat, I suckle and slurp every last bit of what she gives me. She tastes divine and I crave more; a drug I can’t shake.
A chuckle forms in my throat when my lost girl pushes me away from her. A wide grin spreads on my face when I take in the sight of her ethereal bliss. Her body glistens from the mix of sweat and water, her hair sticks to the sides of her face and her bitten lips are red and swollen. The satisfied sigh from her lips is all I hear once I turn the water off.
“Hey,” I say softly as I caress her cheek with my thumb, her eyes flutter open and her breathtaking smile spreads across her face.
“Hi.”
“Are you ok, did I hurt you?” My chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling of concern as I guide her out of the refresher.
Her cheeks flush pink before she responds with, “Yeah I’m OK.”
She huffs a protest when I wrap her up in a towel, her usual spark returning- but is muffled by a yawn. After dressing quickly, my hand on her back leads her back to my bedroom where she flops down on the large bed in the center of the room.
I rummage through the walk-in closet to find a black tunic and loose cotton lounge pants. She mumbles a thank you before I return to the bathroom to collect her dress with the hope I can salvage it for her.
I lean against the door frame as I watch the senator’s daughter snore softly in my bed. Tranquility washes over her soft features illuminated by the city lights. Sighing, I push myself off the wall when my wrist comm buzzes.
Duty calls.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER FOUR
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: sexual assault, use of emergency contraceptives
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:1k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
Cast list
Master list
May the Force be with you✨
Days have passed since your birthday. Mikkah has strict instructions to keep an eye on you while your father is off-planet for a diplomatic event. During the day, you help your mother at her artisan shop in the market square of the city and at night you work dutifully on your studies.
It’s inventory night, so your mother calls for the driver to pick you up as she will be working late. You look down at your wrist comm thinking for the thousandth time about telling Skylar everything that happened. But you are pulled from your thoughts when the car arrives. You yawn as you enter the senatorial car and your mind begins to wander… to him, his eyes, his strong arms, and… suddenly you clench your thighs together.
The car comes to a stop and you hurriedly exit without pleasantries. You must always greet and thank your drivers, your father’s reprimand rings in your mind. You almost stop yourself, but then dismiss the thought and hurry to the apartment. The only light source in the apartment comes from the city lights and the moon.
You change quickly into my usual nightgown and flop onto your large bed. Exhausted you don’t even bother with the covers. Just as sleep is about to take over you hear your door creak open and closed. Before you have time a react a large hand covers your mouth as a hard body straddles you. You let out a muffled scream.
“Shut up!” he yells.
Mikkah?! Your head begins to spin as your body goes rigid.
“I heard you like it rough. Had to sneak off to 1313 to get whatever freaky thing you are into.”
Tears sting your eyes when you realize you can’t fight back- you should not fight. Your brain and body battle one another.
“Don’t move or I will tell your father everything.” His breath reeks of Corellian Whiskey.
And you don’t.
Mikkah removes his hand from your mouth and quickly buttons his trousers. He strokes his now-hardening cock a few times before grasping both of your wrists in his one hand, pinning them to the headboard.
You shut your eyes tight and will yourself to take calming breaths. It will be over soon. Abruptly he slams his cock into you fast and relentlessly. His hand finds your throat and he presses down tightly. Stars speckle your darkened vision as Mikkah pumps inside you faster. He grunts and tightens his grip more around your throat.
Your mind drifts to the breathtaking forests of your home planet of Chandrilla. The ponds of starlight. The rustling of the leaves and the scent of the morning dew.
He slams into you faster a few more times until he releases himself into you and claims your purity. He cleans himself off on your bed sheets and buttons his trousers.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he threatens and he stalks out of your room.
Still regaining your breath, you stumble to your bathroom to vomit in the toilet. After you have cleaned your face off in the sink, you order a pregnancy prevention elixir from your wrist comm. You stare at yourself in disbelief as you wait for your droid to arrive. You answer the door quickly and take the drink from the droid’s mechanical hand.
“Not now YN-21,” you say before the droid can question the drink choice. “Don’t tell anyone.
“Yes, Miss,” YN-21 murmurs in its electronic tone.
Once YN-21 is gone you close the door quietly and chug the elixir quickly. It is not the best tasting nor the worst tasting. You crawl into bed physically and emotionally drained; crying yourself to sleep.
Morning sunlight filtered through your bedroom window, waking you from your restless sleep. You rub your eyes and stretch your body long as last night's terror flashes in your mind. You shake the awful thoughts from your head and get ready for the day, praying to the stars above for a distraction. You dress in a plain long-sleeved lightweight gray sweater and cotton trousers. Comfy and understated. You keep your makeup minimal and wrap your hair in a tight bun.
As you make your way downstairs you hear laughter and glasses clinking from the sitting room. Your father is back home with his entourage…and Mikkah. With another shaky breath, you put on a fake smile.
“Good morning, Father!” You force out. Act normal. He returns your greeting with a curt smile but his eyes could never lie. They are a fury of rage. You watch his jaw clench as you pass. Hold. It. Together. Your mother greets you in the kitchen with a kind smile and a hug. It takes every fiber of your being not to flinch at her touch. Bless the stars, she doesn't ask if you are alright.
As you finish breaking your fast you hear your father call you into the sitting room. As you approach he says, "Why don't you join us in my office dear, I have some important news about your senatorial aide candidacy. You gulp down the fear and bile rising from your stomach. And you do as you are told.
The last time you stepped foot in your father’s office was when you were seven and one of your so-called friends dared you to go in. Your stomach tightens in knots as the memory flashes in your mind of the familiar desk and decanters. There is a collection of ancient weapons hanging on the wall where the brown-eyed boy stood all those years ago.
Your father beckons you to sit down on the black leather chair by his desk. You grip the arm of the chair as the door closes behind you. The men disperse throughout the room, except for Mikkah who stands nearby. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“Did you enjoy your birthday?” Your father asks as he leans against his desk and crosses his arm over his chest. “Yes, I did.” The breath you were holding finally released. Your father begins to pace around you.
“Yes,” he repeats. “I see, then why were you sneaking around 1313?” He stops in front of you and searches your face for answers. You open your mouth willing any words to stumble out. Before you can form a single syllable, stinging sears your cheek. Your father raises his hand to smack the other cheek.
“I’m sorry!” You cry as tears flow from your eyes. “I-”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. You cost our family’s reputation. I am renouncing your candidacy as my senatorial aide."
Your father leans over and grabs you by the throat. "You are nothing to me!" He pulls you from the chair and slams your body to the ground. "And you will have nothing."
Everything you have worked for, the countless hours of studying and sleepless nights. Gone, in an instant. Your world crashes around you as he storms out of the office with his men in tow. It takes every bit of strength not to crumble on the floor. A low chuckle from above tears you from your misery
“Pathetic,” Mikkah smirks as he slams the door shut leaving you alone with your shattered heart and fractured dreams.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER NINE
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: none
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
word count: 2k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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May the Force be with you✨
Scorching pain spreading through your hand jolts your body awake. As your eyes adjust to the dim light you find yourself sitting on a hard and dirty floor surrounded by concrete walls, much like the warehouse Zebastian held you captive.
But this isn’t the warehouse. Iron bars barricade you in from the rest of the area and you can hear shallow breathing in the distance. Skylar?
Suddenly, distorted mechanical chatter pulls you from your exploration. A medic droid is pulling a syringe from your hand after expelling some clear liquid into your bloodstream. Fear grips your stomach and you have to swallow down the bile threatening to release itself from your esophagus.
“What are you doing!?” Panic pitches your voice high and thin as blood pounds in your ears. Your vision starts to darken when you manage to push yourself away from the machine with your legs as you clutch your injured hand tight to your chest. But the pain is no longer there.
“What did you do? What did you put in me?!” The droid does not respond to your questions but rather turns away to plunge its key from its metal arm into the keyhole by the bars. Metallic whirring ends with a clink as the locks click and a small section of the bars gives way just small enough for the droid to roll through. Much too small for you to squeeze through. Without warning, a deep voice cuts through your panic.
“To heal you, of course,” a deep distorted voice comes from a dark figure appearing from the shadows. Instinct takes over as you spring up from the floor ready to defend yourself with- well the only thing you have, your fists. You square your shoulders and clench your fists as adrenaline pumps through your body.
“Why did you heal me?” you bite out as the figure approaches the metal bars. This didn’t seem right, your captor healing you. It’s not like they were just going to let you leave.
“To prolong the torture.”
The figure steps into the dim light, dressed from head to toe in black flowing robes and a mask covering their face. You step back until your back hits the wall, each step taking your bravery with it. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you tremble, wishing someone could save you.
Just as the bars of your enclosure begin to slide open, two stormtroopers burst in dragging someone with them. The body stumbles into the cell with you. When they right themselves you let out an audible gasp and try to reach for them, but your feet feel like they are weighted down with cement.
“Father?” you croak. All you can muster is this fragile state.
Before you can react, the shadowy figure glides to your father’s side and shoves a glowing baton to his back. Your father howls in pain and hunches over, breathing heavily.
Your captor turns to you and says, “He’s not here to save you. This is his test to prove his allegiance to the Empire.” You stand frozen in horror as your father towers over you. In a flash, any conflict he had before is gone and what is left is pure anger. Just like in his office when he found out you snuck off to level 1313 for your birthday. You set your jaw when the realization hits you that your father is not going to save you.
Don’t say a word.
“Tell me what you know about Zebastian,” your father spits out his name.
Anger starts to boil in your stomach, but you keep it at bay with your steady breathing and cool expression. In a blur of movement, his large hand makes contact with your cheek and pain shoots through your face. Stumbling backward, you lose your footing and crash into the wall, your arm bracing the impact. You scream as excruciating pain rips through the same limb as before.
Tears flow freely from your eyes now blurring your vision as the shock sets in. Blinking away the tears, you notice your wrist comm is shattered. Your lifeline, your only hope, gone. Guttural cries pull you from your despair. Your father is lying crumpled on the ground as more electric currents assault his body.
Swiftly, the shadowy figure steps aside keeping its gaze in your direction. Your father grunts as he rises to stand, a string of saliva drips down his chin as he bares his teeth.
“Don’t make me say it again,” he says through clenched teeth. Slowly, you shuffle to your feet, clutching your injured arm to your chest. You stare your father in the eyes preparing the words you and everyone in your defense training class were taught when you were learning to become a senatorial aide. Clearing your throat, you square your shoulders not breaking eye contact with your father.
“My name is-” smack. thud.
You don’t know how long it's been since you finally come to. There is a small bump on your head and your arm is definitely broken. You’ve become numb to the pain as tears stream down your face when you curl your legs into your chest for warmth as a cool breeze rushes over you.
Suddenly a swarm of shadowy figures rushes into the room. Your heartbeat races and you shut your eyes tight, curling yourself into a ball in the corner hoping to just disappear. A metallic ting rings into your ears as the bars unlock. You grip your knees tighter to stop your trembling body. Your heartbeat beats in time with the fast footfalls flooding the small cell. The air gets thick and your breathing shallows.
“There’s my lost girl,” a soft and warm voice envelops your shivering body. Afraid your mind is tricking you, you remain still for a breath longer. The same voice calls your name again and this time you look. Concern flashes in a familiar pair of brown eyes and you let out a small sob of relief.
He’s here. He’s really here.
A thousand questions flood your mind as your eyes scan the shadowy figures in cloaks and red skull masks. Your eyes bug wide and your mouth drops open. Zebastian takes a cautious step backward sensing your fear. He is surrounded by the lethal members of the Scarlet Dagger. The most notorious gang in all of Coruscant.
“Please,” he breathes out, his eyes not leaving yours. “We don’t have much time.”
Seeing no other way out, you accept his outstretched hand, covered in his signature leather glove. Somehow you comfort in his familiar touch and smell.
“Hold still,” Zebastian instructs as he leans down to grab the hem of your dress. Your brows knit together as he pulls the kal from its holster at his hip, and starts to tear the bottom of your dress into one long strip.
“Wait-”
“I need to bandage your arm,” he says quickly once he finishes debasing Skylar’s dress. Now you owe her a new dress and an explanation…if we make it out of here.
He makes quick work of splinting your injured arm and then hoists you into his arms. You want to argue that you can walk just fine, but your mind becomes hazy as the stress hormones continue to surge.
Once Zebastian starts to move the shadowy figures fall in place, shielding us as we move as one through the halls. Sounds of blaster fire ricochets off the walls and the bodies surrounding you spread out wide to cover more ground. Zebastian moves quickly through the corridors when the coast is clear. Suddenly, a deep voice crackles through Zebastian’s comm, “We got her, let’s go.”
Footsteps get louder as we approach a side door and Zebastian breaks into a sprint. You pull yourself into his chest, shutting your eyes tight until you hear the metal doors shut behind you.
A blur of blackness engulfs the group when we finally make it outside to the waiting starfighter. The vessel is sleek, matte black and hides amongst the shadows as more cloaked figures approach the landing ramp. A shock of electric blue peeks through the darkness. Relief washes over you as you watch Skylar being carried into the ship.
Finally safe at last.
In the medical bay of the ship, Jax and Revan rapid-fire questions at you as they assess your injuries. Exhausted, you rub your temples as a pang of jealousy shoots through you. Skylar lays peacefully oblivious and unconscious on the other bed next to yours. Both of the men have reassured you numerous times that she was unharmed but you have your doubts.
You consent to the syringe of pain blocker as Revan fits your injured arm into a sling. Once the pair have finished doting over you, which you find strangely comforting, you ask Revan to help you up from the bed. Before leaving the room, you insist they stay and watch over your best friend.
You shuffle through the small corridor to the command deck, tugging Jax’s cloak tighter against your small frame, but stop dead in your tracks. A gasp spills from your lips as you take in the scene before you.
“Wow,” you whisper, etching to memory the gold and green hues. In awe, you barely register a tall body coming to your side to ask you if you are okay. Blinking, he says your name again and you quickly nod your answer, your eyes never leaving the breathtaking landscape.
Suddenly, a warm hand envelops yours, your feet moving on their own to the chair in front of you. A deep voice mumbles something inherently behind you but you don’t hear it until a hand shakes your shoulders when it hits you.
“What?” you ask as you peel your eyes away from the trees passing by. You suck in a breath as your cheeks blush when you meet Zebastian’s bright playful gaze and dazzling smile, no mask in sight.
He takes a step closer and leans down to whisper, “Strap in princess, we are about to land.” A shiver washes over you, his voice settling into the base of your spine.
Quickly, turning away to hide your embarrassment, you pull on the lap belt at your waist and keep your eyes forward as the ship slowly descends. Nervously fidgeting with your hands on your lap, you take in a deep breath to calm your nerves only for your lungs to be flooded with his scent as Zebastian takes the seat behind you. Any attempt to cool the bubbling arousal in your stomach is useless against his suffocating proximity.
“Ready?” Zebastian asks, extending his gloved hand for you to take. Rising from the chair he leads you through the ship to the landing ramp when Revan and Jax trek ahead pushing the medical bed Sky inhibits.
A medical droid and humanoid male with the hurried men escorting the trio into Zebastian’s massive house. Heavy feet plant you to the ground as you take in your surroundings. Tall trees circle the house, a natural camouflage to a random drifter. Twirling around you realize no one would ever find you here and that simultaneously terrifies and excites you.
Noticing your absence from his side, Zebastian turns to you, “Coming?”
Zebastian, the leader of the most notorious and deadly gang, let you- you of all people, see his home; the forbidden place that very few people see and get to live to tell the tale. With a racing heart and wide smile, you confidently take his hand and let him lead you into his home.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER SIX
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: ⚠️‼️THIS CHAPTER TURNS DARK- PLEASE USE YOUR DESCRECTION WHEN READING‼️⚠️
drugging, graphic descripions of murder, post murder fuck, anal sex (male receiving), blood, blood kink
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:2k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
Cast list
Master list
May the Force be with you✨
“Leave me alone!”
You sprint out of the warehouse. It’s all too much. You gasp for air as your legs give out. You cry out at the pain searing through your legs. Your head slumps into your hands as uncontrollable heartbreak consumes you. Your chest heaves against the tops of your knees.
A warm hand on your back startles you. “Go away!” You try to push the body away but they step back from your grasp. When your blurry vision clears, a large figure crouches beside you.
Zebastian.
You scramble to your feet and stumble aimlessly into the dark alley. You can’t see what’s in front of you but it doesn’t bother you. You just need to get away. You stagger further into the alley until your body crashes into something cold and hard. A concrete wall halts your path of despair. You slump back into the wall for stability as its rough texture somehow grounds you.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Zebastian’s voice is low as if he is trying to soothe a scared animal that escaped the Coruscant Zoo. Footsteps crunch against gravel.
“Liar,” you bite out. His footsteps stop.
“I mean you no harm. Not anymore.” Zebastian puts his hands up in defense. “I needed answers.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I needed to know why my father was murdered…” He trails off. He clears his throat. “I’m sure you need answers to…” His voice is soft and sincere.
“I don’t need answers, I need a distraction.” You cut Zebastian off. “I don't want to think right now. I don’t want to think about my father and especially you.”
You bite out the last word and it strikes Zebastian just as you intended. You don’t know what Zebastian wants. One minute he’s trying to hurt you then he’s trying to help you. It’s all too much.
“I can help you with your distraction.” Zebastian makes one step closer to you. Even in the dim light, you can see his jaw clench. His face still surprises you every time you see him without his mask on. He’s strikingly handsome.
“You swaying in tempo with the music.” Your body freezes as he takes another step.
“Bodies pressed against without a care in the world.” You suck in a breath as he closes the distance between you. He slams both of his hands on the wall; caging you in.
“The dancefloor beckons,” Zebstian’s hot breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine.
You should push him away.
Should decline his invitation.
But you don’t.
The beat consumes you and takes your racing thoughts with it. Despite the dense air and body heat, you can finally breathe. You sink deeper into the bliss as the tempo picks up. Closing your eyes and raising your arms into the air you release all abandon into the void. You are safe. The bodies pressing against you on the dancefloor don’t care who you are. They don’t ask questions. They just want to feel the freedom of music just like you.
A warm arm wraps around your waist followed by a cool metal one. Nash. The memories of him in the alley flood your mind. His metal hand holding you still so Revan can violate you. You should run, but his earthy scent and body heat flood your system making your head spin.
His cybernetic arm pulls you closer to his chest holding you to him as his other hand roams the side of your body. Through the soft fabric of your dress, you can feel the heat emanating from his fingertips. You roll your head back against his firm chest, your body swaying to the beat.
You could get lost here in the Concrete Jungle.
Without warning, Nash grips your wrist with his metal hand and pulls you off the dancefloor. You try to protest but he can’t hear you against the loud music. His hand grips you tighter as you stumble through the crowd. Nash leads you through a dark hallway and up a flight of stairs.
“Where are you taking me?” You ask between pants. He doesn’t answer you, instead abruptly opens a door and pushes you inside. “What the-” you stagger into the room as Nash slams the door shut leaving you in the room.
When you turn from the door you lock eyes with Zebastian. Your breath leaves your lungs as your mouth drops open. He is lounging in a leather chair behind his desk. His feet are propped up on the desk and crossed at the ankles. The top few buttons of his black shirt are popped up and the sleeves are rolled up exposing his tattooed arms, chest, and neck. His hair is slicked back into a small bun with no mask in sight. He looks so different; comfortable, and confident.
“What’s going on? Why am I here?” Your voice comes out more breathy than you would like.
“So many questions,” Zebastian says lowly. “Please sit down.” He gestures to the leather couch. You don’t know why you comply, but you go to the couch.
“It seems like your father has sent his pet to come get you.” Zebastian takes a sip of what looks like wine. Your brows knit together in confusion.
“Pet?” You echo.
Zebastian just chuckles. “Come over here.” Zebastian gestures to the window behind him but you hesitate. He lets out a breath. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
This time you believe him. You make your way to the window behind his desk, tugging at the hem of your dress subconsciously. His intense gaze makes your stomach tie up in knots. Your eyes go wide when you see Mikkah.
“W-what’s he doing here?” You stammer.
Zebastian takes a sip of his wine. “Your father’s dirty work.” Zebastian’s says nonchalantly. “He’s here to come get you.” Your mouth falls open again as your thoughts spiral out of control.
“Do you want to go home?” Zebastian’s unusual question rips you from your thoughts.
“I can’t go home, not after what my father did to me…what Mikkah did to me.” You watch as Mikkah is being dragged down by a group of men.
“Mikkah? What did Mikkah do to you?” Zebastian asks in a low husky tone.
“I-I- can’t say.” That’s all you can muster as you pull yourself away from the chaos.
“Did Mikkah hurt you?” Zebastian says through clenched teeth.
You don’t have the words or the courage to admit what happened to you. You try to turn away from Zebastian, from the embarrassment and shame about to bubble and overflow; but a hand grabs your wrist, freezing you in place. His hold on you is surprisingly gentle but a spark manages to cut through you when you look up at him.
“Stay,” Zebastian says softly. “I will not hurt you and neither will he.”
Lost in your spiraling thoughts you did not hear the door open. When you follow Zebastian’s gaze you find Revan in the doorway. You pull out of Zebastian’s grasp and take a few steps back until you hit the wall. The memories of that night in the alley flash into your mind. Your heartbeat quickens and your shoulders tense.
“You,” You breathe out staring at Revan. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears now.
“He will not hurt you, not ever again.” Zebastian turns to you. “He only did that to you because I asked him to. It was the only way.”
Zebastian buttons up his shirt and grabs his coat and mask from his desk. He makes his way to Revan as he puts on the mask, but stops and turns to you again.
“Go with him, now.” Zebastian’s eyes turn dark and menacing.
You will never understand how quickly he can change from quiet and comforting to stern and dangerous. Before you can probe more, Zebastian storms out the door.
“Would you like a drink before we go?” Revan smiles softly.
When you hesitate he adds, “It’s not tampered with. It’s from Zebastian’s personal stash.” Revan gestures to the bar in the corner of the room.
“I’ll even let you have the expensive wine if you’d like.”
You watch as Revan pours himself a glass of whiskey. It couldn’t hurt to calm the nerves. Could it? You nod your head and Revan pours you a drink. You close your eyes and knock it back quickly. The warm liquid burns the back of your throat making your eyes water but it settles your nerves almost instantly. Revan reaches out his hand for you to take. Reluctantly, you take it.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, gripping your hand tighter. Your brows knit together in confusion, then all at once your vision blurs, and your legs give out.
I slowly descend the dimly lit concrete spiral staircase leading to the basement of the nightclub. Lights flicker on with each step I make. I revel in the sound of slapped skin and grunts of pain. Mikkah should have never stepped his polished boots in my territory.
Mikkah’s screams get louder as I near the bottom of the steps. The Senator is going to pay for meddling in a place he doesn’t belong.
Mikkah is in the center of the room tied to a chair as Nash and Jax flank him. Jax pours water over the hood on Mikkah’s head while Nash lands punishing blows to his bare chest and side with his metal arm. When they hear my approach, Nash goes to perch on an Imperial crate against the wall while Jax brings over the cart of knives.
This is going to be fun. My heartbeat pounds in my chest as I rip off the hood. Mikkah’s eyes go wide and he tugs against his restraints, spurting out muffled pleas through his cloth gag.
I glance over Mikkah’s surprisingly toned chest now marred with red and purpling splotches. He is bigger than I imagined. I watch as his shoulders tense to my gaze. He could have easily held her down with his weight alone.
Anger flashes through me and I can’t stop myself from smashing my fist into his ribs. His ribs crunch against the impact; sending Mikkah screaming and gasping for air.
I turn and snatch a knife from the cart. The blade glints in the low light as I tower over him. I cut the gag and yank it from his mouth. Before Mikkah can spout a syllable I knick his collarbone with the blade. He winces as blood starts to bead at the incision.
“What are you doing here?” I stalk around him watching his shallow breathing. His jaw clenches shut and he glares at me.
“Loth-cat got your tongue?” I chuckle to myself.
I get right up in Mikkah’s face and press the tip of the blade onto the delicate skin of his neck. Mikkah leans his head back as I press the blade harder. Mikkah spits in my face. It takes every ounce of willpower not to slit his throat right then and there.
In one swift motion, I slice off his nipple. Mikkah howls in pain and I dig the tip of the knife in the other nipple.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“T-the senator sent me-.” Mikkah sputters out between shallow breaths. I press deeper. “To get his daughter.”
Mikkah sighs when I remove the knife. Blood is starting to drip down his torso. Mikkah’s eyes gloss over as adrenaline sets in.
“Was she everything you hoped for?” I drag the blade up his torso collecting his blood.
“W-what?” Mikkah stammers.
I plunge the blade into the wound. “The senator’s daughter.” I clamp down on his shoulder with my free hand and twist the blade inside the wound. Mikkah shrieks in agony. “Was her pussy that good?” I step back, examining my handiwork leaving the blade in his body as he processes the pain and the question.
“Y-yes,” Mikkah chokes out.
Before he can finish the word, I yank the blade from his chest and slice his throat.
Blood gushes everywhere, spattering my clothes. This only makes my cock strain harder against my pants.
Fuck.
The light drains from Mikkah’s eyes as his head slumps over. Adrenaline and arousal course through my veins.
The bloody knife slips from my hand as my head begins to clear. I hear footsteps nearby. Jax is getting to work cleaning up the body.
A body shuffles in the corner of my vision. Nash. His eyes are full of primal lust. He loves blood as much as I do. He takes a swig from the flask he keeps in his jacket pocket before loosening his belt.
Our post-murder fuck.
Nash has his boxers and pants around his ankles in an instant. He leans over an Imperial crate for leverage. Fuck the Empire. I unzip my pants and free my hard cock from its confines. Spitting on my hand to add more lubrication to the blood already there, my core ignites with every stroke from my hand.
Without warning, I plunge my throbbing cock into his ass. Nash grunts at the invasion. I grip his hips and drill into him further.
“Fuuuuuck, Zeb,” Nash groans as his walls adjust.
I slowly withdraw from him until it's just the tip. He whimpers with anticipation and it makes my heart skip a beat. I dig my nails deep into his hips, scratching his skin. He pushes against me practically begging for more. I thrust into him without mercy. Clenching my teeth, I fuck him through my orgasm until cum has nowhere else to go but down his thigh. When I pull away from him Nash dutifully drops to his knees to lick and clean my softening cock.
Jax’s monotone voice cuts through the haze of my mind. “It’s finished.” After I’ve adjusted my clothes, I turn to find the basement completely free of any evidence a murder occurred.
“I need a drink,” I say dryly.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER FIVE
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: hostage/interrogation scene
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:2k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
Cast list
Master list
May the Force be with you✨
Lounging on a red leather couch in the office my sleek matte black wrist comm alerts me of a message. ‘Green’ is all the message says from an encrypted line. Jax. I reach for my data pad that is on the small table beside me. Immediately the black screen lights up and shows me a fuzzy image at first and then it clears.
Her.
Nash and Revan have been on the surface of Coruscant for about a month- watching her- waiting for my order. Daily they complain about how miserable they are on the surface. Despite the long days, their bodies have not adjusted to the natural sun, even as it sets for the day. The lower levels of Coruscant use artificial sun and energy to power them.
Now I can see what they mean. The image shifts to Revan who is pacing by the small round table they are sitting at. From Jax’s discreet body cam, I notice Revan’s hair is tied loosely atop his head accented with small braids woven throughout. I chuckle to myself because I know Jax braided Revan’s hair when he met up with them earlier in the week. I am certain Revan fussed about it the whole time, just like he always does. But Revan won't admit he enjoyed it.
"Can you hurry up?" Revan grumbles looking straight at the cam, straight at me.
His eyes are tired and sad. I know he is struggling with the situation, still getting over the attack I orchestrated. The role he had to play was to rough her up; to violate her. Even though he hated every minute of it, he played the part well. They all did.
She fell right into my trap.
Jax turns again and I can see Nash sampling what appears to be Corellian Whiskey. I shake my head. Even on a mission, he finds ways to drink. I notice the vendors nearby are closing for the night and Jax turns back to the artisan shop. There is a closed sign on the door.
Time to execute the plan.
5
I watch as Nash and Revan walk over to the door until Jax passes beside them into the nearby alley. The sun has set and the alley is only lit by moonlight. From a few meters away I can hear Revan talking to an older human woman who answered the door.
4
She shrieks as I imagine Nash and Revan have pushed their way into the shop.
3
Jax is leaning on the parked landspeeder so I can only see the concrete wall and a few feet into the store from the side door. My breath quickens with anticipation.
2
Muffled screams, scraping wood against the floor, and a loud thud from a flipped table. Feet shuffle through the shop.
1
The side door bursts open as Nash and Revan drag the girl with them. There is a hood over her head and her hands are bound.
“The lost girl has been found, boss.” Jax’s stoic tenor is the last thing I hear. Then the transmission ends.
“By his blood, he is chosen!” Everyone echoes, raising clenched fists into the air exposing the red dagger tattoo on their wrists.
I stare intently at the ceremonial stone in the abandoned warehouse recalling my initiation night. The night that changed my life forever; my father’s passing and then meeting her. There is something about her, I can’t stop thinking about her.
Frustration tightens my stomach as I glance down at the ever-present scars and the bands of black ink that came with them. Tonight, I can’t be the man I want to be but who I must be.
“She’s awake,” Jax’s voice fills the empty air.
Jax has always been the level-headed one of the group; the calm and cool water that snuffs out the wildfire in my veins. Anger pulses through me as I remind myself of who I have to become to get the answers I want.
Jax tosses a glowing orb at me when I walk by. The small room we are keeping her in has no other light source than the luminescence in my hand.
I storm into the room letting the metal door slam against the wall. She shakes in the chair, letting out a small whimper. How adorable. I throw the glowing orb in the air and it illuminates the room with soft white light.
There she is, the lost girl; the outsider. Memories of her dancing in my nightclub curl the corner of my lip, if only for a moment when I’m jostled back to reality by her rustling in the metal chair.
“There’s the lost girl,” I smirk when I rip off the hood.
The anticipation of her attention is making me delirious. Her eyes bulge wide as she scans over me with her gaze, my familiar mask, and my dark outfit.
She tries to beg and plead through the cloth gag around her mouth. She rattles against the rope binds that will soon make her wrists raw if she doesn’t stop.
I can’t stop from chuckling to myself as I examine the binds. Nash did well this time, even with that damned cybernetic arm. Watching her struggle does something to me that I can’t quite describe.
I crouch down low at her level to search her face. Maybe she’ll give herself away before I ask a single question. Her breathing becomes labored and tears well up in her eyes.
“It’s ok to cry,” I feign sympathy as I caress her cheek.
Anger flashes through her eyes as she thrashes about in the chair. She has some fight left and I want her to let loose.
I lightly push away the hair to expose her long neck. I pull my mask off and throw it on the ground. Instinct and desire take hold of my body as I lean down and graze my lips on her neck. The taste of her sweat-slick skin turns me feral.
“Stay still,” I whisper into her ear. “Or this will go from bad to worse.”
I breathe in her scent one more time because I can’t get enough. I place the blade of my kal against her neck and she goes rigid. Perfect. In one swift swipe, I make a small cut. She yelps softly as the pain courses through her.
I let out a small groan as a small bead of blood gathers at the incision. Something primal takes over and I lick up the blood dripping down her neck.
Ecstasy swirls in my mind and adrenaline pumps through my veins as I cut the gag loose from her lips. My mind is still hazy from the chemicals when she cries out “What do you want from me?!”
Her hasty question pulls me from bliss…again. Red-hot fury takes its place when I lean over her and grip her jaw. "You don't get to ask questions,'" I bite out.
Her crafted expression is void of emotion, but her blushing cheeks give her away. Her breath hitches and she shivers against my touch. My dick twitches.
Disgusted with myself, I push myself up causing her to rock in the metal chair. She squeals as the chair rights itself. Her noises alone will be the death of me.
I clear my throat and ask “What’s your name, Lost girl?” She doesn’t flinch this time when I approach her. Good, she finally remembers her father’s teachings. More of a challenge for me.
“Going quiet on me now?” I raise my voice right in her face. “Too bad I want to hear you-.” A knock on the door cuts me off.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT!” I yell as I shove the cart of knives beside me.
I scream in Jax’s face as he opens the door. He doesn’t flinch, he just nods slightly. His unyielding composure makes him incredibly intimidating; but for me, it's incredibly irritating.
As the door closes behind me I have to bite down a groan as her muffled screams ricochet off the walls. My wrist comm buzzes and a shadowy figure appears on the hologram.
“I hear you found the senator’s daughter,” the staticky voice breaks through. “I need the answers now. You may be the leader of the Scarlet Dagger but you still answer to me.”
The transmission abruptly ends.
The room is silent now when I approach. Jax is standing in the corner casually flipping a dagger in his hand.
“She’s a feisty one,” Jax laughs without humor. “She claims to have no idea who your father is and what happened.”
Her head is slumped over. I watch her shoulders rise and fall with each breath. Of course, she doesn't. She has no idea who her father really is.
🗡🗡🗡🗡
Piercing bright light from the sun sears your vision when you finally come to. You tug at the rope binding you to the metal chair. When your vision clears, you see masked figures lurking throughout what appears to be a warehouse. Panic rises in your stomach as you look for the nearest exit. You shout through the cloth gag to get anyone’s attention until …
A hologram of your father appears in the center of the room meters from me. “Father!” You try to yell but it comes out raspy and ragged. You shake against the binds to get his attention.
“There you are! Are you alright?” Your father asks his eyes wide as Mikkah steps into view, his face is without emotion. Tears tumble down your cheeks and anger sparks at your insides.
“Your daughter is fine for now, Senator,” A familiar deep voice comes behind me. You yelp in surprise as a cold metal hand wraps around the back of your neck.
“Please don’t hurt my princess,” your father pleads.
Mikkah’s eyes move from you to the shadowy figure pacing nearby. Suddenly another strong hand grabs your jaw and your vision becomes filled with him.
The world stills around you as you examine his maskless face. His lips are a thin line, and his dark eyes search yours. Tattoos spread down his neck and defined shoulders.
All too quickly, he crouches down, brings his lips to your ear, and whispers, “Your father calls you princess.” A shiver slithers down your spine. You try to turn away as the metal hand tightens around the back of your neck.
“What do you want, Zebastian,” your father demands.
Zebastian.
Zebastian laughs to himself as he paces beside you. “You don’t get to ask the questions, Senator. Isn’t that right, princess? He sneers, turning his gaze back to you. Heat rushes to your cheeks as your heartbeat quickens.
“What happened to my father?” Zebastian’s voice booms beside you.
“I don’t know what you mean,” your father says cooly.
“Wrong answer, Senator.” Zebastian sneers.
Abruptly, the metal hand leaves your neck only to have a warm hand make contact with your cheek, jostling you in the metal chair. You scream as the pain trickles through your face. Tears form in your eyes as drool drips down my neck.
“Dammit Zebastian!” The vein on your father’s neck begins to bulge. “He’s dead.”
All at once, Mikkah disappears from the frame and something small and metallic shines in the corner of your vision.
Without warning, the fabric tears and then goes slack. You spit the gag out as different emotions surge through you.
“Tell your daughter why you did it,” Zebastian says flatly. Your father pauses for a brief moment. Something cold and flat lays against your neck.
“Please…” Your father begs. Zebastian’s body turns rigid beside you.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Zebastian says lowly pressing the blade’s edge against your neck. You wince with anticipation, but he does not move.
“Your father found out I work for the Empire,” your father blurts out.
Your vision starts to darken as you gasp for air. Your entire world crumbles in an instant as you stare at your father. The man you love and admire has betrayed you. Anguish consumes you as the tears flow relentlessly down your cheeks.
“Princess, please say something.” Your father pleads as Zebastian cuts your ties freeing you from the chair. “I will come to get you. Please anything.”
You rise from the chair and take a step closer to the hologram. “I’m not your princess anymore,” you spit out.
The holo goes black and you fall to your knees burying your face in your hands as you sob uncontrollably while despair washes over you.
You can't go home.
You can't stay here.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER THREE
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: ceremonial initiation, inspired by the trial of knives, graphic description of cutting, lots of blood. Please head the warnings.
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:1k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
Cast list
[Chapter One][Chapter Two]
Sheer panic ignites your veins when a knock on the door awakens you. Exhaling a shaky breath as the memories flood through your mind: the nightclub, the masked man, and his terms.
At some point, sleep overtook you despite being in the home of a stranger, he made you feel safe. You quickly examine your body for anything amiss to find that you are still dressed from earlier that night.
A knock pounds again.
“I’m awake… now.” Your voice is thick with sleep.
Another stranger opens the door, which you assume is the bodyguard. In stark contrast to your masked savior, this man has long mousy brown hair that grazes his middle back. Half of it is tousled up into a bun while the rest hangs in soft waves. Soft brown eyes are framed by bags under his eyes like he hasn’t seen sleep in days. In his large hands, he holds a small box and a set of clothes.
“This is for you,” he says. His accent is none like you have heard before despite all of the senate meetings you have attended with your father; all of the people you have met from different regions and planets.
You open the box to find a small and sleek wrist comm. Despite your family’s wealth, you have never seen something so elegant and luxurious.
“Thank you.” You slide the comm on and it fits perfectly. The screen lights up and notifications blink.
Shit.
“Breakfast is ready,” he says interrupting the panic rising from your stomach.
You follow the sweet scent of food cooking as you survey the rest of the house. Your mouth drops open when you walk into the living room to find it full of the rising sun.
Floor-to-ceiling windows are scattered throughout the room. Outside the trees and grass are set ablaze from the sunlight. How is there grass down here? You wonder to yourself. You haven’t seen grass and trees since you were a little girl growing up on the green and blue planet of Chandrila.
“Hungry?” a soft voice breaks you from your enchanted disposition.
“Yes, please. I’m starving!”
When you turn from the window you stop short as you take in the sight of your masked savior in the natural light. He is still wearing his mask. His hair is tied in a small bun and he still wears a black shirt and pants, but in place of last night’s jacket is a long black silk house robe. You notice the tattoos on his hands and fingers as he piles fresh fruit onto your flatcakes.
“Caf or tea?”
“Definitely caf with a little cream and sugar,” you add as you take your place on the chrome bar stool.
“Will you join me for breakfast?” You ask between bites.
When you look up you notice his eyes darken slightly. There is something so familiar about his eyes. Suddenly the memory of you sneaking into your father’s office flashes across your mind. The last thing you remember is a boy with big brown eyes. It can’t be him, can it? Your spiraling thoughts are cut short.
“No.” He pours himself a cup of caf. “The mask stays on,” he says casually.
“Like always?” You blurt out.
He sets the cup down and leans over to the counter getting right up in your face. You feel your cheeks warm to the sudden proximity and your breath hitches. He stares deeply into your eyes for what feels like an eternity when he whispers, “If I show my face then I’d have to kill you.” He lets out a dark chuckle and the corners of his eyes crease. Your mouth falls open and your body tenses. A small yelp comes from your lips when your wrist comm buzzes.
It’s your father.
The sun begins to set as I open the door to the run-down warehouse to find dark figures lurking by. The room is filled with an eerie silence. Red skull masks hide everyone’s identity.
Bad blood and a dirty deal, led to the night I’ve been dreading for my entire life: initiation night. I knew it was risky but my old man was a stubborn bastard. My father was the leader of the Scarlet Dagger, like his his father before him. Greed and power course through my family’s veins; my veins.
I walk to the blood-stained rock in the center of the room. Thousands of years ago, my ancestors constructed this building around the massive rock which would become the ceremonial stone. Blood from hundreds of men has seeped through the crevices of the rock.
My body is tense and ready for what I know will be coming next. I’ve been preparing for this night- although reluctantly- for my entire life. Everything my father taught me- had drilled into me, comes rushing to my mind. My heart rate quickens and my shoulders tense prepared for the danger lurking around me.
Quickly, I turn on my heels to catch a bright red knife about to make contact with my skull. The scarlet dagger; the same one that my father held and his father before.
A smirk curls the corner of my lips as I make eye contact with the person who threw the knife. Dark eyes meet mine and I am suddenly aware of everyone watching me as I stand behind the rock.
Let’s get this fucking over with.
“I, Zebastian son of Kane, am the rightful leader of the Scarlet Dagger.”
Confidence and power fill my tenor as I grip the knife tighter bringing the blade to my skin right below my elbow. The anticipation is exhilarating.
As I pierce my skin with the sharp edge I chant- “By my Blood… I am Power.”
Warm blood drops from my arm and onto the rock. I’m still high on adrenaline so I don’t feel any pain. I make another cut on my skin. “By my Blood… I am Control.”
This cut is more profound and blood gushes faster. The adrenaline is wearing off and my hand begins to numb. “By my blood… I am Passion.”
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“By my Blood.” I grit through my teeth, making the fourth cut in the middle of my forearm.”I am Justice.”
The pain finally made its entrance. I grip the knife tighter; my knuckles turn white as the snow on Hoth. My breath turns shallow as the pain becomes unbearable.
Two.
More.
Cuts.
So.
Much.
Blood.
The stone is drenched in my blood. My lifeline.
Tears threaten to sting my eyes as pain sears my wrist.
“By. My Blood. I. Am. Death.” I grit through clenched teeth. My jaw aches but I bare it.
Warm blood gushes from the wound pooling at my feet. The final cut. Just below the red dagger etched in ink on my skin. The edges of my vision darken as I gasp for air.
“By my Blood… I am the Chosen!” I yell out for the whole room to hear.
As the blade leaves my skin for the final time I pull my arm out wide for all to see as my blood swallows the stone. My knees become weak but clench my jaw to push through the pain.
Suddenly a whirl of black appears in my periphery and someone clutches my bleeding arm and raises it high over the stone. “By his blood, he is chosen!” The stranger chants as warmth spreads through my body. A Force user!? Wait-it’s dark magick.
“By his blood, he is chosen!” Everyone echoes, raising clenched fists into the air exposing the red dagger tattoo on their wrists.
The scarlet dagger binds us together.
When he releases my arm, I look down to find 6 bands of black ink wrapping around each scar.
The mark of the Chosen.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER TWO
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: assault, blindfolding
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count: 1.4k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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May the Force be with you✨
Bodies of humans and aliens press against yours as Skylar pulls you in closer. Your head begins to feel dizzy as you sway to the music on the dancefloor. Stars speckle your vision as sticky sweat drips down your back. Breathing becomes heavy as you notice Skylar’s flushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. A delirious giggle trickles through your lips as you release all abandonment, raise your hands high and grind against whoever is nearby.
So this is what it feels like to be carefree
“Are you ok?” Skylar yells into your ear over the music.
“Yeah?” Your brows furrowed in confusion when suddenly your legs become weak.
Strong arms grasp your arm and pull you up. One was warm and the other one was cold metal. You spin around and stumble into a firm chest. Flustered, you step back and peer up to find soft brown eyes framed by short brown hair, looking down at you. His grin was wide and dazzling.
"Are you ok?" His soft voice managed to cut through the noise.
Your breath is shaky when you respond “Yeah, I think so.”
Skylar hooks her arm into yours as she says “Why don’t we sit at the bar for a bit.” As Sky leads you to the bar, you turn to thank the stranger but he disappears into the sea of bodies on the dancefloor.
“I heard you took quite a spell on the dancefloor,” the bartender says holding back a laugh. His long almost black hair waves in sync with the glass as he slides a bright iridescent blue drink your way. “This tonic should help you feel better.”
Skylar starts to protest but he puts his hands up to stop her. “I promise it’s safe, I’ve been working here for years and I’ve seen a lot of things. I know how to care for my patrons.”
You turn to Sky to search her face for the answer. “If something happens to her..” Sky trails off as her eyes turn dark and protective.
“I swear to the stars above your friend is in no harm. The name’s Revan,” he says charmingly as he cleans an empty glass. “Please come to me if you need anything.”
Skylar hands you the glass and you knock the drink back. A bright burst of flavor you can’t quite describe bubbles down your throat. It leaves your breath minty and relief instantly floods your body.
”How are you feeling?” Skylar asks as you set the glass down.
“So much better,” you sigh as Skylar’s wrist comm beeps.
“Shit, we need to get going.” Skylar looks down at her wrist comm.
“I need to freshen up then I’ll meet you outside,” you say as Skylar helps you from your seat.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes are filled with concern. You squeeze her hands to reassure her.
“Ok,” Skylar lets out a reluctant breath. “If you aren’t outside in 15 minutes someone is dead meat.”
She is serious in her threat but the corners of her mouth turn up as she chuckles softly dissolving the tension. Her steps are still in tune with the music as she leaves and soon the only way you can discern her from the crowd is through her signature electric blue hair.
The stark cold air whips past you causing your hair to twirl around you as you make your way outside of the club. You clasp your elbows to try and keep warm as you search the alley for Skylar.
“You look cold.” A familiar soft voice comes from behind you. Before you have time to turn around to identify the voice, a rough leather jacket is pulled onto your bare shoulders but his large hands don’t leave their place. Your body tenses to the sudden intrusion. One warm and one… metal?
“It’s just me, the guy that saved you on the dancefloor,” he chuckles. You try to turn to face him but he grips you tighter keeping you in place.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His soft words become sinister. Fear spreads through your body as you tense to his touch.
“Ah, there she is,” another voice cuts in.
“Revan?” You whisper as your eyes widen and the pressure on your shoulders is lifted. You turn swiftly on your heels to find the two men dressed in all black with masks and hoods covering their faces. They follow you like a Manka Cat stalking its prey.
“W-what do you want?” Your voice shakes.
You try to negotiate with them. You don’t want any more attention drawn to you. What if they find out who I am and who my father is? What if my father finds out? He can’t find out.
They stalk closer to you as your back hits the cold concrete wall.
“Are you lost, girl? What are you doing here? You don’t belong here.” Revan purrs.
Frozen with fear, you watch as Revan closes the space between you and swiftly grasps both of your wrists simultaneously pinning you to the wall, crushing your wrist comm to pieces.
“You never answered me,” Revan growls as he leans down to nip at your exposed collarbone. Even through the mask, you can feel the warmth of his breath and sharp teeth.
“I-it’s m-my birthday” you stutter as he trails his nose up your jaw inhaling deeply. Your mind begins to race. What is going on?! Where is Skylar? I can’t fight the two of them and they know it.
All of a sudden, rough fabric brushes against your lips. You squeeze your eyes tight as your body turns rigid. Just as quickly as he kisses you, his lips vanish for yours. You open your eyes to find Revan on his back on the ground clutching his jaw. A fury of black whirls around you as the mysterious person fights off your attackers. In the moonlight, something shiny and metallic catches your eye. Wait, is that a sword? You gap at the thought of someone using such an ancient weapon, but it seems to be working. As quickly as it all started…the frenzy stopped. The mysterious man too, was clothed head to toe in black. A black mask covers his nose, mouth, and neck. His short brown hair is drenched in sweat. The longer pieces in the front stick to his forehead.
“Leave her alone.” His growl strikes every bone in your body yet sparks an unfamiliar feeling that tingles your core. He sheaths the sword to his belt as the others retreat.
“Are you ok?” the mysterious man asks while keeping his distance. With your mouth still gaping open all you can muster is a small nod.
“Are you hurt?” You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut. I should have never left the house, you berate yourself.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says while taking another slow step closer.
“That’s what one of them said before and then he violated me,” you squeak out in a whisper.
“Can I take you home?” he asks putting his hands up in surrender.
“No, I-I can’t go home,” you muster. “My parents can’t find out I snuck out of the house.” You can feel your cheeks warm with shame. You turn away so he can’t see how embarrassed you are.
“Please just leave me alone,” you say to the wall unable to meet his gaze. “My friend will take me to her house.”
“I’m sorry, but your friend is gone. No one is looking for you,” Genuine concern fills his voice. “May I take you to my house? I promise to keep my distance. My bodyguard will make sure you are safe.”
Shock and desperation spread across your face as you turn to face him. Your mouth opens and closes and opens again like a scalefish as you ruminate on the offer. Subconsciously, you look down at your wrist comm to find it broken. For krike's sake. You can’t call for help. And your parents cannot find out you snuck out of the house and into the prohibited industrial sector of Coruscant. You sigh in defeat about to accept.
“Before you agree or decline, I must tell you the only condition is that you must either be blindfolded or unconscious. I take my privacy very seriously, albeit too seriously. I need a verbal yes or no.”
Your mouth opens and closes as your brain processes the racing thoughts in your head.
The thought of you being blindfolded next to him makes your heart race and butterflies fill your stomach. The unusual request is exhilarating. “Yes,” you breathe out. The stranger unties a blood-red ribbon around the hilt of his sword.
“Close your eyes,” he softly commands.
Reluctantly, you do as you are told. His piercing dark eyes are the last thing you see.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE (Bad Omens x Star Wars)
Chapter Eight
Pairing: Bad omens x female reader
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. On your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when a mysterious masked man saves your life.
CW; none
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count: 1.5k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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May the Force be with you✨
Nerves bubble in your stomach as you knock on the door. Fear swells in your mind as you nervously pick at your fingernails. You raise your hand to knock again when the door springs open.
“You’re alive!” Skylar exclaims, pulling you into an embrace. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as she tightens her grip around you.
“Yeah, I am,” you say softly. Skylar squeezes you again. “I missed you so much,” she says pulling away to wipe away a fallen tear from your eye. “I missed you too.”
“You must be starving,” Skylar says softly. Right on cue your stomach growls.
Skylar leads you to the small table in the corner of the open floor plan. You always admired Skylar’s apartment. Despite her dark fashion choices, her home was decorated with splashes of color from artifacts and paintings her parents brought home from different planets.
Skylar fills you in about the guy she is seeing and how her parents are doing off planet. She picks up like you just saw her yesterday. You swallow down the fear threatening to rise from your stomach as the realization hits you that you don’t know how long you’ve been gone. Nodding you sink back into the familiar cadence of letting your friend chit-chat away, forcing non-verbal cues to encourage her to continue.
You keep up your charade in hopes she doesn’t ask how you are or where you’ve been. After a few minutes, she finally looks down at your plate and notices that you’ve barely touched your food. Her jaw clenches slightly as if she wants to ask you what’s wrong. If this was an ordinary day her question would be natural; expected even. But this moment is far from ordinary.
Skylar’s lips curl at the corners as she says, “Why don’t you look through my closet for something to wear while I clean up”. Your heart leaps out of your chest. You can't wait to wear clothes that actually fit you. You can’t wait to feel normal again.
Skylar’s bedroom has an elegance to it that makes your stomach ping with jealousy. Your room is gray and simple.
Parallel to the door is a large hexagon window showcasing the stunning cityscape. The sun cast a warm glow on the skyscrapers beyond. Skylar’s bed is pushed against a matte black wall and across from it is a dark wooden wardrobe.
Before pulling the doors open you spy silver-painted stars and moons scattering along the edge. Your heart tightens and a grin springs onto your face as the image of your friend painting her wardrobe flashes across your mind. You can see it now, her thin brows scrunched in concentration.
You pull open the doors to find luscious fabrics all in one shade: black. Your stomach tightens and your hand hesitates. All you’ve ever known are your family colors. Your outfits have always been chosen for you ever since you were born. Not just clothes, but the food you ate, the friends you hung out with, your career- everything predetermined by your father for the perfect image. To be the perfect Senator’s daughter.
At this moment, you get to make the choice. Before you change your mind, you close your eyes and grab at random. You gasp as you look at the black chiffon dress in your hands. You pull the dress in front of you and the fabric falls gracefully to the floor. Your stomach tightens as you glance at the plunging neckline and clingy fabric. If your father ever saw you wearing this he would dump you onto the streets. He has already cast you out.
What more could you lose?
As you descend the stairs, you find Skylar lounging on the crescent-shaped white leather couch watching the holovision. Emperor Palpatine shows up on the screen as you come to Sky’s side. You stare at the holo a second longer trying to make out the words he is saying but it goes dark.
“Damn, you look hot in black!” Skylar takes in your new look. “We have to go out!” Skylar rises from the couch and grabs her purse from the coffee table. Suddenly feeling insecure you clutch your arms around your chest.
“I-I’m not sure that is a good idea.” You look at the ground not able to meet your friend’s gaze. You don’t want to disappoint her as you are still visibly shaken up from the past few days.
“Please,” Skylar pleads as she entangles her fingers into yours. “I promise to never leave your side.” She squeezes your hand and you finally look at her. Excitement and relief spark through her electric blue eyes. You could you a distraction…a distraction.
Zebastian.
“Hello?” Sky’s voice pierces your daydream. “So are we going?”
With a huff and a small smile, you agree. Skylar hooks her arm around yours and leads you to the door.
Synthesized jazz music swarms your ears as you enter the cantina. The room is dark and hazy with patrons scattered about at various tables, eating and playing games like Sabaac. A band of silver metallic droids plays a variety of instruments in the corner.
Skylar scores two metal stools as the circular bar at the center of the establishment. You fidget with your long dress as you plop down on the stool. You fuss with your hair as Skylar orders two Wicked Womprat cocktails from the droid barkeep. Resting your arm against the illuminated bar top, you look down at your wrist comm and your heart tightens.
“Where did that come from?” Sky asks as she hands you your drink.
“Oh um-” your eyes shoot up to meet hers. Your cheeks redden as you stumble over the words swirling in your head. “Zebastian gave it to me.” Your hands clamp over your mouth as your eyes go wide. Zebastian’s warning rings in your ears. “I meant, Revan… he gave it to me.” Skylar shoots you a questioning look. You take a sip of your drink to hide the guilt you feel but it doesn’t help you feel any better. “I need to use the refresher,” you rush out as you slide off your chair. Suddenly, a prickling sensation spreads from the base of your neck. Like someone is watching you, but Sky’s voice forces you back to reality.
“I’m coming with you,” Sky announces as she sets her drink down.
“You don’t have to,” you counter. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.” You flash her a smile you hope to the stars above she believes. She doesn’t. She grabs your wrist and pulls you close.
“I made you a promise and I intend to keep it,” her tone sharp like glass. Sky follows you into the refresher and locks the door when she notices you two are alone.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Skylar squares her shoulders and folds her arms across her chest. Your mouth pops open and close like a fish. “We aren’t leaving until you tell me everything.”
You close your eyes and rub your temples to soothe the weight of her words. Your chest rises as you take in a breath to center your mind. On the exhale, you tell your best friend everything. Skylar holds you tight as you sob against her shoulder.
A loud commotion on the other side of the door pulls you from your overwhelmed state. Skylar looks at you and then back at the door as muffled screams filter in through the door. You clutch onto her hand while she unlocks the door. Skylar leads you around the corner and you both stand frozen as the scene before you unfolds.
A large and vicious black-furred Wookiee holds a frightened Trandoshan patron by the neck. The Trandoshan squirms trying to break free as a female Twi’lek approaches the Wookiee. Her ethereal presence is jarring against the tough aliens. Her long white dress skims the floor and the sequins of the bodice reflect the neon lights. Her voice is soft yet stern as she de-escalates the situation. It is her establishment after all.
“Come on,” Skylar whispers. “Now is our chance.” Together, you creep along the low-lit walls toward the front door as everyone else watches, frozen in fear. A guttural scream breaks your concentration as your eyes follow its origin. The Wookiee rips off the Trandoshan’s arm and the room erupts in a panic. Bodies rush in every direction attempting to get free. Strong hands push you to the ground. Landing on your hands and knees you struggle to get upright. Another blow to your side causes you to fall forward. Searing pain shoots through your hand as someone steps on you.
“Sky!’ you scream in agony.
The corner of your vision darkens as adrenaline kicks in. Your chest heaves as you lift yourself up from the ground clutching your hand. Dizzy, you stumble forward leaning onto the bar for support. Something hard hits the back of your neck and you let out a nightmarish scream as your body goes limp and your vision goes black.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: female masturbation, mentions of murder and drugging.
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count:2k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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You shoot straight up when a loud noise wakes you. As your blurry eyes adjust to your dim surroundings, fear grips your stomach. You are in Zebastian's home once again. You try to recall how you got here, but your mind is fuzzy from whatever illicit concoction Revan gave you. You scrub your face with your hands to wake up.
Your dress hitches up when you slide out of bed. You are still dressed in your birthday dress that Zebastian kept. You didn't care that his face lit up when you asked for a distraction, and he told you he still had the dress. Or that he made sure you felt safe at the time. He is dangerous and you need to get out of here.
You storm out of the room, but instead of searching for an exit the sound of distant meowing piques your interest. Memory takes you through the hallway and into the open living room. You stop dead in your tracks when you find Revan petting a four-legged creature on the couch. A cheeky grin spreads across his face when your eyes meet.
"This is Nyx, she's a long-haired Tooka cat."
The jet-black cat, if that's what you want to call it, stares at you with its bright violet eyes. Revan continues to pet the 'cat', and it starts to pur. Seeing the man who drugged you innocently petting a cat has your head spinning...again.
"I'm sorry-"
"Wait, you drank from the same bottle, too." You interrupt, shooting Revan a questioning look.
"I didn't actually drink it," Revan confesses. "I-I needed a way to get you out of the nightclub quickly and safely," Revan stammers, looking away from you.
"What do you mean?"
You brace yourself against the wall in the hallway for support as you start to process everything. Revan's leg starts to bounce as he twirls a strand of hair around his finger. A nervous habit.
"Well, things with Mikkah went..."
"Mikkah won't come near you ever again." A baritone voice cuts Revan off.
You yelp in surprise, practically jumping out of your skin. Moving out of the hallway, your mouth drops to the floor as Zebastian and Nash walk into the light, covered in blood. You glance over at Jax and wonder how he managed unscathed.
Revan's frantic voice cuts in. "For Krike's sake, Zeb. You need to get your clothes off, now!"
You just stand in complete shock as Revan starts to undress Zebastian and Jax does the same to Nash. They work efficiently to gather the stained clothes leaving both Zebastian and Nash bare except for their undergarments.
No one says a word as both blood-stained men depart to their own respected refreshers. Once again you are utterly alone until Nyx starts rubbing against your leg. Curiously, you decide to crouch down to pet Nyx.
"I think she likes you," Revan says, crouching beside you. "And she's hard to please." His deep raspy chuckle makes your heart skip a beat. "I am really sorry about all of this. Zebastian can be really stubborn sometimes." Your fingers brush against Revan's while you pet Nyx. Revan doesn't move his hand as he continues.
"And when he has his mind set on something, he won't stop until he gets what he wants."
Revan stands and offers his hand. You hesitate at first but his soft smile quells the fear stirring in your mind... at least for now. You grasp his hand, and he leads you into the kitchen.
Scorching hot water stings my tense muscles. I stare at my feet as the blood pools around them. Just like that, I'm aroused all over again. That's what the sight of blood does to me. I grip my throbbing cock and for a split second, I think about asking Nash to join me in the shower. I know he would if I asked. He would if I didn't ask too.
"Fuuck," I groan out stroking my cock. I imagine Nash is doing the same thing right now too. He's a bloodthirsty bastard too. I grit my teeth stroking faster as I brace myself against the tile wall. My thoughts shift from Nash to the senator's daughter's yelp of surprise and her innocent wide eyes. Between the thoughts of the two of them, my release comes fast and hard. Sighing against the tile I muster the strength to finish cleaning myself off.
Jax is cooking in the kitchen, Nash is mixing a cocktail at the bar, and Revan is sitting by the senator's daughter at the kitchen island drawing. Watching all of them in the same room, sharing the same space makes my heart tighten. Her father is my enemy; not her. Nash catches me staring at her and smirks as he approaches me.
"Here's your drink, boss." His fingers linger against mine when he hands me the drink.
Our heated bloody exchange slices through my mind as Nash lingers close by. Nash winks at me before turning to make his own drink. I remain leaning against the wall as Nash makes his way to sit on the other side of the senator's daughter.
She has no idea the world she stepped into when she danced the night away on her birthday. A surprising laugh tumbles from my lips when she shoves Nash on the shoulder for something he said. Relief swells in my stomach as I notice the spark is back in her eyes.
Revan draws her attention back to him as he shows her his tattoos. Her eyes go wide in astonishment and her curiosity takes over as she traces theo ink on his arm. Jax interrupts the moment as he presents her with the plate of food which she accepts quickly. It's been a long few days for all of us, especially for her. Her entire world is about to change.
My wrist comm buzzes; one hour until its drop time. Shit. Pushing myself off the wall, I turn to Jax.
"We have to go. Revan stay here," I briefly make eye contact with Revan. He makes a small nod in understanding. In a fury, Jax collects the dishes and Nash grabs his leather jacket from the back of the leather couch.
"Why don't you have any droids to help around here?" She asks no one in particular.
"Boss over here," Revan points his head in my general direction. "Doesn't like droids. Has strict 'no droid policy'."
"It would be so-"
"Not right now." I cut her off as I collect my blaster from the hidden compartment of the bar. Turning to her now, I pitch my voice lower, softer.
"With Mikkah taken care of, you are not my captive," I say earnestly.
Her brows knit together. "What do you mean 'taken care of'?"
Frustration tightens in my stomach. I don't have time for this. "He's-".
"Y-you killed him," she rushes out as her eyes go wide. Sighing, I run my hand through my hair. For some reason, I can't lie to her. I don't want to lie to her.
"Yes, I-"
She raises from the chair and storms towards me. I don't put up a fight even though I could easily take her down. A tumultuous storm of emotions brews behind her eyes as she slams her hands onto my chest.
"How could you murder him?" She yells between strikes. Jax shifts in the corner of my vision. I know I should stop her, turn away, and leave. But I let her use me.
"Why?" She starts to sob against my chest. My fingers twitch, wanting to comfort her but I clench my fists together at my sides.
"He hurt you," I say slowly. My wrist comm buzzes again and I pull away from her. I pull up my mask over my mouth and nose as I search her shimmering eyes.
"Zebastian," Jax warns.
I want to disappear to run away from all of this. I didn't ask to be a leader of one of the most powerful crime syndicates on Coruscant. But the safety of my territory relies on me, especially as the Empire becomes more powerful and more damn nosy. There is nothing left for me to say and I turn to go.
In the dark of night, black figures dance in a frenzy unloading Imperial crates from unmarked ships into the abandoned warehouse. I tug my mask high up the bridge of my nose as I glance at Jax in his full garb of red skull mask and cloak. He's in his element; head on a swivel watching for any threats. Nash has gone ahead to unload the crates; his metal arm coming in handy.
I'd rather be anywhere than here.
Jax leads me through the illuminated hallway past the room where we held the senator's daughter. I graze a gloved finger over the dilapidated door as we pass. My cursed heart flutters in my ribcage.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost stumble into Jax's solid frame standing in front of a polished metal door. My father was stingy when he renovated this space for our inventory only updating the bare minimum. In this case, steel-reinforced doors for the conference room and the entrance to the lower level where the stash is stored. Jax punches in the code in the access panel. The light turns green and the door unlocks with a hiss.
My body turns rigid when I notice someone sitting in my chair at the head of the table. Then in an instant, I fall to one knee and bow my head lowly. I take in a shaky breath as I attempt to quell the anger stirring inside.
"Rise, Zebastian." The deep voice booms through the room.
"Lord Cyrus," I state coolly meeting his piercing gaze. The man flanked by two bodyguards rises from my chair and gestures to the chair across from him.
"Sit. We have a lot to discuss."
"Of course, sir.
You stare out at the glowing moon from the large window as Revan approaches you. Anger and hurt still boil underneath your skin after Zebastian left.
"Here are some fresh clothes. Why don't you take a bath and get some rest? You've been through a lot in the last few days." Revan's soft and deep voice shatters your daze.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" You bite out, keeping your gaze on the moon. In the corner of your vision, Revan shifts his weight on his heels.
"Well... Zebastian cares about you. So we all care about you." Revan says as a matter of fact.
"Why? He doesn't even know me?" You turn slightly to glare at Revan.
He answers with a shrug. "He knows enough and it's not just because of who your father is either."
Your father. Fists clench at your sides. The memory of your father's corruption flashes through your mind. Your nostrils flare as Revan continues.
"Look, I know things are tumultuous with your father right now, but please accept this as a clean slate." Revan takes one step towards you with outstretched arms. "Since you've decided to stay at least allow us to look after you. Think of us just like your bodyguards on the surface level."
Revan's lips crack into a big grin just as Nyx scampers to his legs and starts rubbing against them. With a huff, you unclench your fists, glancing at Nyx briefly before closing the distance and accepting the clothes. Reluctantly, you let Revan lead you to the refresher.
You settle into the hot bath as the sweet scents from the bath foam fill your lungs. The warmth spreads through your body as you relax further into the bathtub. You close your eyes, relishing in the silence as your mind begins to wander. Zebastian's intimidating yet handsome face flashes across your mind. Images of his dark eyes pierce your soul like a Jedi Knight's lightsaber striking its enemy. How can a man be so evil yet so... Your thoughts vanish as your hand brushes against your thigh.
You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you inch closer to your now throbbing sex. Dark thoughts linger in the back of your mind of what Mikkah did to you, but those haunting thoughts fly away as your fingers find your clit. Your head rolls back against the cool tile wall as the pressure builds in your core. Driven by desperate desire, two fingers of your free hand curve inside you to meet right at the sweet spot.
Water sloshes around you as your body tenses to the rising pleasure. You shut your eyes tighter while you bite your lip to muffle the moan trying to escape your lips. White stars burst from behind your eyelids as your climax claims you. With a satisfied sigh, you clean yourself off and then change into the clothes Revan gave you.
As you step out of the refresher, you stumble into a large firm body.
"Sorry, I-" You take a step back, heat flushing your cheeks red. Did he hear me?
You look up to find dark brown eyes staring down at you. His pupils are blown wide and a smirk plays on his face. Shit.
Zebastian backs you into the door and boxes you in with his long arms. Your body goes rigid at first then relaxes as he leans down into the crook of your neck. The hairs on your neck stand up straight as he breathes you in. I shouldn't want this.
Still buzzing from your orgasm, your head rolls back against the door and your eyes fall shut. A soft moan leaves your lips as he nips at your earlobe.
"Watch where you are going princess," Zebastian whispers deeply into your ear.
His breathy tone sends shivers down your spine. A heartbeat later you finally open your eyes and he's gone. With a frustrated sigh, you push yourself off the door and make your way to the room that must be yours now since you always seem to wake up there.
Hours later you suddenly jolt up from the bed screaming incoherently as the nightmare dissipates from your mind. Tears flow freely down your face as you gasp for air. Desperate to calm your breathing you close your eyes and try to count in your head.
It's no use so you rip off the covers to slide out of bed but you freeze in place. Your eyes go wide as they land on a shirtless man standing in your doorway. Your mouth pops open as you take in the sight of his toned muscles and tattooed skin. Colorful ink wraps around his chest and arms in jagged brushstrokes. Your gaze stops at the ebony bands of ink around his forearms. The mark of the Chosen. He must notice you're staring so he quickly folds his arms into his chest.
Your father's warnings ring in your ear of the largest gang on Coruscant, The Scarlet Dagger. A ruthless gang of masked members who smuggle Spice and illegal weapons.
The edges of your vision darken as your breathing skyrockets again. You scamper to the middle of the bed away from the monster in your room. Adrenaline and fear freeze your body in place.
"I didn't ask for this," he says, barely audible.
Zebastian takes a step into your room and bares his arm to you. Six silvery scars marr his tattooed skin. Curiosity consumes you as you lean over to brush a finger over the scar on his wrist. He lets out a shaky breath as you look up at him.
For the first time, he bares his soul to you, letting you in. He takes a step closer to sit on the edge of the bed. He doesn't break his stare as he cups your face with his large hand. You tense as he brushes his thumb over your tear-stained cheek.
He leans in to whisper, "I'm not going to hurt you."
You shiver at his hot breath against your skin. Suddenly, he plants a tender kiss on your cheek where his thumb had been.
When he pulls away, your fingers graze the heated skin. You wonder how his lips would feel against yours. Would they be warm and inviting or desperate and rough? A part of you hoped for the latter. Another part of you wants him to kiss every inch of you.
You grasp at Zebastian's face and pull him to you. You kiss him hard, and he hesitates. You tilt your head slightly and give him more access. He deepens the kiss before pulling away.
"What was that?" Zebastian smirks, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Goodbye," you say solemnly. You have to find your own path. Not your father's and not Zebastian's.
"I can't protect you." A flicker of sadness crosses his eyes.
"I know."
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE MASTERPOST
Pairing: Bad Omens x Female Reader; Bad Omens Polyverse /Star Wars AU
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. On your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when a mysterious masked man saves your life.
CW: Listed on each chapter; however, dark themes occur throughout such as: hostage siutations, minor character death, blood kink, knife kink, bondage, brief descriptions of sexual assualt, drugging... please be mindful when reading, skip chapters as necessary.
Word Count: 20+K *ongoing*
*Characters inspired by the members of Bad Omens*
This is the masterlist for all of the chapters posted on my blog💜
Cast List
CHAPTER ONE 🗡️CHAPTER TWO🗡️CHAPTER THREE🗡️
CHAPTER FOUR🗡️ CHAPTER FIVE🗡️CHAPTER SIX🗡️
CHAPTER SEVEN 🗡️ CHAPTER EIGHT🗡️CHAPTER NINE🗡️
CHAPTER TEN 🗡️ CHAPTER ELEVEN🗡️CHAPTER TWELVE🗡️
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Lost in the Concrete Jungle
Chapter One - sneak peek
You exhale the curse that was forming on your lips and shut the lights off in your room. You hold your breath as his footsteps near. The office door slams shut. Mikkah must be pissed. You pray to the stars above that you will survive this night. Cautiously, you open the door and peer out to see the hallway is empty. In utter relief, an audible sigh slips from your lips. “Fuck that was close.”
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