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my-sun-m00n-and-stars · 2 months

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Cad Bane Smut

An excerpt from my Cad Bane x OC fanfic on AO3. 4k words.

The Sleight of Hand looked much like how Kiara remembered it. They entered through the small cargo bay made for transporting goods and prisoners. She glowered at the cages as she passed by, recalling the first time she had ever been aboard the vessel. They climbed the ladder up into the bowels of the ship, emerging into the cockpit.

“Why hello there, Master Bane! I have the ship prepared just as you asked for—all ready for launch. Is there anything else you require?” Todo popped out of seemingly thin air, his gears whirring with excitement. He paid Kiara no attention.

“Secure yerself fer takeoff n’ shut down,” Bane replied gruffly, pushing past the little droid to sit in the pilot’s chair. Todo seemed to wilt, and in spite of herself Kiara felt a pang in her chest for the little droid.

“Hello Todo. Are you going to call me Mistress Scarr while we’re on this mission?” she teased.

“Certainly not! I have one master, and that is Mister Bane. You are simply an asset!” he cried, pointing a quivering metal finger at her, as if the very idea of disloyalty to his creator caused him great anguish.

“Quit harassin’ m’ droid n’ sit down. Let’s get off of dis cesspool n’ into hyperspace. Den ye can see de rest of de ship,” Bane barked. Rolling her eyes, Kiara obeyed, and Todo engaged his metal clamps onto the wall before shutting down, his yellow glowing eyes going dark.

Based upon the size of the ship looking at it from the outside, Kiara was skeptical as to how much of it there was left to see. It was smaller than Slave One, and that had barely enough room to house multiple people. There only could have been one, maybe two more rooms that she had yet to discover on the vessel.

Bane took off from the ship depot, carefully maneuvering above the tops of the buildings on 1330 but staying low enough so that he would not be in danger of grazing the roof of the level. He seamlessly merged into a skylane, and in the distance Kiara could see the golden rays of sunlight that signaled the existence of a porthole to the surface. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, absorbing the pleasant warmth on her face as the cockpit became illuminated by the natural light of the sky as they emerged into the fresh air.

She took one last glance at the exit she would have taken to fly back to her apartment, and then it was gone, and they were soaring above the top level of Coruscant. Instinctively she scanned the horizon for the Jedi Temple, and the Senate building that resided adjacent to it. Her breath caught in her chest as she squinted at the small glint of a window on the top floor of the Senate building, where she knew the Chancellor’s office was located. But that too faded away as they climbed higher, the horizon turning deep navy blue as they entered orbit of the planet, waiting for their turn in the hyperspace lane.

She had always been enraptured by the view of Coruscant from the heavens. The bursts of warm light from the densely populated urban districts and the glowing lines that traced the most popular traffic lanes painted a beautiful, webbish picture. It truly was a shame that the planet held so much…anxiety for her.

Although, said anxiety was ebbing more and more the further away from the surface they drew, and once inertia pinned her back into her seat when they entered hyperspace, it dissipated entirely. Sidious could not reach her now. Taron could not reach her now. For the next five days, it would just be her, Bane, and a neurotic droid as they made the long journey to Raxus on the opposite side of the galaxy.

“Come. I’ll show ye de livin’ quarters,” Bane announced, unstrapping himself from the pilot’s chair now that the ship had stabilized into hyperspace travel. In the back of the cockpit was a door, and he lead her through it to a small kitchenette. It was smaller than the kitchen she and Darius had in their apartment, but looked to be just as functional with a stove, small icebox, sink, and oven. She nodded in appreciation, and he showed her through one more door to his chambers.

She could not help but smirk. The queen-sized bed in the corner took up most of the space in the room. A small closet took up the entirety of the left wall. She wondered if he had identical racks of dusters and hats hanging up in there.

He watched her expression with a sneer. “Ain’t up t’ yer lavish standards?”

“I would have thought it wasn’t up to yours, given how you decorate your apartment,” she shot back.

“Dis ship is fer functionality. Ain’t no time fer relaxin’ when yer on de job,” he scoffed. She shrugged.

“Not very functional for two people,” she pointed out. “Tell me, when you bring other partners on the job do they all sleep in your bed?” she asked, her voice lowering into a sultry rasp as she raised an inquisitive brow at him.

“Only de pretty ones,” he replied, his chest rumbling. Maintaining eye contact, she dropped her satchel of her few necessary belongings onto the floor.

“Don’t see the point in either of us wearing all of this gear when we’re all alone like this,” she almost whispered, toying with the strap of her armor. A fang popped out from his lips. She could see his internal battle with himself, torn between his lust and his resistance to her request for him to be naked. She shed her traveling cloak next, allowing it to pool into a puddle of black around her feet. He shrugged off his duster and satchel, allowing them both to clatter to the ground. Feeling brave, she took a step forward until their bodies were just inches apart. Gently, she trailed her fingers up the cloth of his tunic, letting her fingertips rest against the top button.

“Please?” she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he lifted his fingers to replace her own, undoing the buttons of his shirt and allowing it to fall. Giddy, she set to work on her own armor, expertly loosing her straps and buckles. She could see in her peripheral vision as he removed his boots and gauntlets, his movements growing feverish. With a hiss, his breathing tubes detached and he set them carefully on the nightstand. Her own movements grew hurried as well, breathing deeply as she removed her utility belt and slunk out of her scales.

No sooner had she stripped down to her underwear than he was touching her, him in nothing but his undergarments. She drank in the sight of his nearly-naked body, running her hands over the lean muscles in his chest and arms, the bumps and divots of scar tissue, and the small differences in his reptilian anatomy. He touched her with just as much zeal, covering the creamy expanse of her skin with his large blue hands, squeezing, kneading, and massaging her curves. He latched his teeth onto her neck, sucking, biting, and leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. She clutched onto the exposed skin of his neck, lolling her head back to give him easier access.

“Get on de bed,” he commanded, and she did not need him to say it twice. She removed her bra as she crawled onto the bed, and shimmied out of her panties, throwing them aside.

Oh, how he had missed this sight. How he had pleasured himself to the memories of her body over the past six months. Part of him had questioned whether or not he would ever get the chance to have her in his bed again. He should have learned by now to never doubt himself.

“Eager lil’ thing,” he commented, tilting his head as he looked at her. “Flip over.” She did so instantly, her cheeks flushed in anticipation. He grabbed her by the ankles, and she yelped as he dragged her down to the end of the bed. She closed her eyes and lifted her hips into the air, waiting to be filled, wanton.

She did not expect his tongue. She gasped out and lurched forward as he took a taste of her core. He gripped the backs of her thighs to steady her, practically pulling her backwards and onto his face.

He worked agonizingly slow. It was as if he was savoring every moment. His tongue worked languidly, the rough strokes starting at her clit, dipping inside of her pussy and tasting her sweetness, before dragging up to the end of her slit. He took deep breaths in between each lick, smelling the scent of her arousal. She felt her muscles tense every time he dragged the appendage over her bundle of nerves, sending spikes of pleasure shooting up her spine.

Kiara dared to look behind her, clenching the sheets as she watched Bane at work. He met her gaze with eyes narrowed in amusement, before he changed his pattern, focusing solely on her clit with his mouth. Jolts of pleasure washed over her as he settled into the rhythm that he had discovered six months ago that brought her to her finish.

She moaned and groaned as he worked on her, feeling that familiar feeling of release building up within her. He hummed appreciatively as her pussy began to produce more wetness in her heightened arousal, lapping up every drop eagerly.

She came in his mouth with a cry, clenching the sheets into her fists and her legs curling upward off of the floor. He remained latched on, bringing her to completion and then some, grunting as he attempted to lick up every last drop. Eventually her thrashing grew to be too much, and she threw him off of her as her body trembled, recovering from the intensity of her orgasm.

“Tastes even sweeter dan I remember,” he chuckled, and she felt him clamber on top of her as she lay on her stomach, her legs quivering. “Don’t tell me I licked de fight outta ya already,” he whispered into her ear, his fang grazing her lobe. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. Sliding one arm under her limp hips, he lifted her up just enough to slide the pillow under her hips, raising her pussy to the perfect angle.

“It’s been a while for me,” she said weakly in her defense as he nudged her legs apart, nestling himself in between them. She felt as he rested his heavy cock against the crack of her buttocks.

“Find dat hard t’ believe, seein’ as I watched ya go home wit’ dat rich brat de other night,” he replied as he sank two fingers into her cunt. “Still tight as ever, though,” he continued, almost in disbelief, as he began to work his fingers inside her, opening her up for him.

“I didn’t do that for pleasure, I did it for money,” she replied breathlessly, her face turning red as he explored her insides.

“But when I ask ya t’ do dat, it’s a problem,” he grumbled, his fingers growing more animated.

“Trillionaires are a bit of a different story,” she replied through gritted teeth, the wet sounds of her own pussy drowning out her thoughts.

Bane fell silent as well, laser-focused concentration on his hand as he watched his fingers sink in and out of her, creamy whiteness from her previous orgasm coating his digits. He couldn’t take it anymore.

She whined as he removed his fingers, turning into a scream as he rammed his cock into her from behind. His diligent efforts had done much to ease his entrance into her, but she still felt the sting of pain as her cunt stretched to accommodate his alien size. By the Force, she had forgotten just how big he was.

She keened and cried out as he pounded into her mercilessly, the pillow allowing him to go deep. He settled over her, his body weight crushing her into the blankets as he pistoned in and out of her, his balls slapping against her clit.

There was nothing she could do but lay there and take it, unable to move, unable to do anything, unable to think of anything other than the dick pumping in and out of her. He propped himself up on his elbows on either side of her, encaging her in on all sides. She felt with agonizing pleasure every ridge on his cock as it moved in and out of her, the pointed tip grazing her cervix with every thrust. She closed her eyes and held onto the bed for dear life as his movements became more rapid, chasing his own high, feral.

His hips stuttered, his strokes growing uneven, his breath becoming ragged, his head hanging over her shoulder.

“Gonna fill ya up, lil’ lady,” he said hoarsely, his chest heaving as he desperately drove himself into her again and again.

“Please,” she implored, doing her best to throw her ass backwards to meet him. With one final strangled grunt, he sunk his fangs into her shoulder, latching on, and at the same time thrust as deeply as he could, his seed exploding within her.

He gave a few more limp thrusts, his cock twitching inside of her as he recovered from his climax. She basked in the feeling of being filled, of his cool body on her warm one, and the endorphins still rushing through her system.

Two little spots of red appeared on her shoulder where he had bit her, and he sucked at the spot lazily, applying pressure with his mouth until the bleeding stopped. The angle of his head over her shoulder allowed her to press a little peck against his cheek. He gave her a startled look, and she giggled.

“You had your tongue halfway up my pussy, but a little kiss on the cheek makes Cad Bane blush?”

“Quit flirtin’,” he glowered, pushing up off of her and out of her, sitting back on his knees. Her core ached at his absence, but she took the opportunity to roll onto her back and stretch out, enjoying the way his eyes still examined her form even whilst he was spent.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off more often?” she questioned, examining him with equal scrutiny.

“S’ inconvenient,” he replied simply, reaching over to his nightstand to grab a cig. “Why, like what ya see?” he asked as he lit it up.

“Yes,” she replied truthfully and unabashedly. “But it’s so much better when you’re both naked,” she argued.

“It’s even better when I don’t have’ta worry about my weapons bein’ out of reach,” he countered.

“Oh please,” she laughed, “who’s going to attack you in the middle of a fuck?”

“Ye can never trust a whore,” he said derisively. “A woman dat can be paid t’ let ya between her legs can be paid even more t’ slide a knife into yer back while doin’ it.”

She felt a twitch of annoyance. “I feel like there’s an insult directed at me somewhere in that statement.”

“A hit akk-dog will holler.”

She glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest, deciding that he had lost his breast-viewing privileges. “You’ve got a lot to say about whores for a man who utilizes their services so frequently,” she snipped.

“What makes ya say dat?” he asked, grinning at her wickedly.

“Everyone knows that bounty hunters and whores go together like bread and butter.”

“I can’t eat butter,” he said. “I only employ deir services when I don’t have de time t’ find somethin’ better.”

“What could be better than a whore?” she inquired, only half-serious. “Aren’t they the most experienced?”

“Experience n’ skill don’t always go hand in hand,” he muttered. “De real treat is a challenge,” he continued, eyeing her lasciviously. She laughed heartily at that statement, throwing her head back as genuine chuckles shook her. “What’s so funny?” he demanded.

“Why do you men always take sex so damned seriously? It’s just a thing that you do with another person for mutual benefit. Or it can be a tool. Whoring is no different than taking a hunting job for a client,” she stated.

“I t’ink dere’s a few key details yer missing in dat comparison,” he said skeptically. “I say dere’s no difference between huntin’ fer a bounty and huntin’ fer a pretty partner for de night. De more excitin’ de chase, de sweeter de reward.” As he said the words, he crawled forward and on top of her, missionary style, his cock hardening once more. Her core throbbed in response, but she was not prepared to give up the debate yet. She sat up, leaning forward until their faces were only an inch apart.

“And what do you think I am, Cad Bane? I slept with you for information. I slept with that trillionaire for money. Do you think I’m a whore?” she whispered sweetly, her eyes on fire.

Bane knew a trap when he saw one. “I think yer in a class of yer own,” he replied suavely, running a finger along her jawline. Goosebumps erupted over her skin, but Kiara held strong. She reached down between their bodies, and pumped her hand over his hard cock a few times.

“Who’s flirting now?” she chuckled. She hesitated a moment, before continuing. “I dabbled in sex work once, you know.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Somehow dat don’t surprise me.”

“It was after I left Death Watch, and was searching for some way to make money. Once I figured out that I was beautiful, it seemed like the natural choice. Quickly learned that it was not for me, though.”

“How do ya mean?”

“The amount of bullshit that you have to put up with from men is astronomical, and as you know, I have a bit of a temper on me.”

He scoffed at that. “‘A bit?’” She smiled wryly.

“I got fired from the strip club I worked at within two weeks of being hired. They told me I only had to dance, and that I didn’t have to touch the clients. They lied, and I ended up clobbering a man who booked a private dance with my stiletto.”

“I think ye should demonstrate yer dancin’ skills t’ me sometime, without de clobberin’ part,” he quipped.

“And I think that you’re a smooth-talker, who should be careful what he wishes for,” she murmured, planting a kiss on his open mouth before placing her foot on his chest and pushing him back. He fell backwards, catching himself on his elbows, his face contorted in fury.

“If ya think ya can tease me on my own damned ship-”

“-I’m simply providing the ‘challenge’ you asked for,” she explained innocently. “Now lay back and let me on top. It’s only fair.” She was practically salivating at the image of straddling him and showing him just how skilled she could be.

Her mirth died at the look in his eyes. His red eyes darkened, his expression stoic. His cock, painfully hard, looked downright dangerous. Her smile faded.

She watched nervously as he stood up from the bed and stalked over to his nightstand.

“It seems dat we need t’ set a few things straight before we really get started on dis mission,” he said calmly. He opened a drawer, and withdrew a pair of magni-cuffs. Heat washed over her body at the sight, but she remained defiant, giving him and the cuffs a guarded look. “Just because I agreed t’ fifty-fifty don’t mean dat ye can start gettin’ funny ideas about who’s de boss in here. Now hold out yer wrists.”

She could feel slick dripping down her inner thigh. She swallowed. “Come here and put them on me.”

For one moment of agonizing tension they sized each other up. And then he pounced.

Bane grabbed Kiara by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed. She curled her legs up and pressed her feet against her chest again, holding him at bay. Snarling, he grabbed her ankles and wrenched her legs apart and moved in between them, rendering her kicking feet useless. She pushed herself back up into a sitting position, but he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her down with one hand. Her hands automatically came to grab his wrist, and he used the opportunity to use his free hand to cuff one of her wrists. He released her throat to grab her other wrist, his sheer physical strength overpowering hers, forcing her hands together.

The metal clasped around her other hand with a clank, and he forced her arms above her head until the magnicuffs stuck to the wall with their magnetism. She huffed in frustration, trying to gain purchase with her spread legs. He watched her efforts (particularly the way her breasts bounced) with sadistic amusement. He placed his hand around her throat again, quieting her, not squeezing, but placing just enough pressure to let her know that he could if he wanted to.

“Should’ve known ye’d be into dis type of shit,” he said, nodding at her wetness and flushed flesh. Kiara knew that there was no point in denying him, allowing her silence to act as an answer. His hand trailed away from her throat down to her chest. “I’m afraid dat I haven’t shown dese tits de appreciation dey deserve,” he said, more to himself, using both of his hands to caress the soft mounds. Her face burned both with pleasure and with embarrassment at being so easily quelled, and she set her jaw and looked determinedly away from him as he fondled her.

Eventually his groping could satisfy him no longer, and he took his cock in hand, lining himself up with her entrance. He paused.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and she found herself obeying. “When we’re in dis bed, or any bed fer dat matter, ya do what I say. I’m de one in control. I make de rules. Understand?” he exacted, his voice icy. She stared up at him, eyes blown wide. He leaned over her, placing his hand over her throat again, this time squeezing the sides of her neck lightly.

“Understand?” he hissed. She nodded hastily.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected, baring his fangs.

“Yes sir,” she repeated. She did not care anymore. She just wanted his cock inside of her.

He sunk into her, and she moaned at the feeling of being full again. He set a savage pace, as he always did, grabbing her tits as he bounced in and out of her. She moaned freely, arching her back as pleasure washed over her with every thrust, her cuffs clanking.

With their first sloppy round of sex out of their systems, he was determined for the second to last much longer. He grabbed her ankles and brought her legs to rest on his shoulders, experimenting with different angles.

“Look at me, Kiara.” She did once more, staring at him blearily as he rearranged her innards. He ran his thumb over her lips, and then pushed it into her mouth. She sucked on it instinctively. “Yer gonna cum on my cock two times before we finish. Got it?” She nodded, still sucking on his finger. “What a good girl ya are,” he said with a smirk, still maintaining his steady pace of thrusts.

He removed his thumb from her mouth with a pop, and brought it down to rub on her clit, using the lubrication from her saliva. She mewled in pleasure, tugging on her constraints.

“Ya like dat?”

“Yes,” she sighed, tossing her head from side to side as pleasure threatened to overwhelm. Bane changed around the angle of his hips, searching for the one that would allow him to hit her sweet spot on the inside. He knew he had found it when she screamed at a particular thrust, her entire body convulsing.

“‘N how does dat feel?” he teased, snapping his hips sharply and hitting her G-Spot a few more times. He still drew circles on her clit with his thumb.

She responded with a thunderous orgasm raging over her, all of the muscles in her body tensing at once as she raced over the peak of her pleasure, her back nearly arching entirely off of the bed.

Bane let out a gravelly groan as her pussy squeezed and fluttered around his cock, the force of her contractions nearly forcing him out. He relinquished rubbing her clit, giving her over-sensitive nub time to recover, instead grabbing onto the backs of her knees with both hands.

“C’mon princess, give me one more,” he breathed, still hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, his aim just as precise as his shot.

“I can’t,” she whined, the ramifications from her most recent orgasm still spasming across her body. In spite of her words, she could already feel the second one building, the constant stimulation from his cock overpowering her body.

“Ya can, and ya will,” he growled, moving his hands to grip her hips, dragging her body down on his cock again and again. He could feel his own climax approaching, but he would hold himself at bay until he brought her to completion again.

She stared up at the ceiling, her view bobbing with each thrust as he used her body, and watched as stars bloomed over her vision. Her body begged for respite, but her mind craved more.

“Cad!” she cried.

Kiara’s final orgasm took her violently. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as it rippled through her body and her soul, setting every nerve on fire.

“Fuck,” he cursed, spilling himself into her, white-hot pleasure taking hold of him. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her chest. They lay there, panting, in silence. Her body still shook with the force of her climaxes, trembling beneath his body. He reached up and released her wrists from the cuffs, and they fell limply onto the pillow on either side of her head.

Bane propped himself up again and looked down at her, her bruised lips, her flushed cheeks, her dark lashes saturated with tears.

She certainly is in a class of her own.

“I think dis is goin’ t’ be a very pleasant partnership,” he declared, running a finger against her cheek that felt demeaning in nature. “As long as you know yer place, and ye respect mine.”

There it was, that spark of rebellion he always knew how to awake within her. Her glazed eyes became focused and she stared at him intently. She did not need to say anything; the ghost of a smirk on her face said it all: Good luck with that.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc #cad bane x reader #star wars #duros

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starlightrows · 1 day

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Hello and welcome back to Krax Watches. Tonight I am binge watching The Bad Batch Season 3, Episodes 10-14.

Episode 10 — Identity Crisis

• The little kids being imprisoned made me cry. Like immediately. I’m on my period okay? Leave me alone

• Why haven’t they killed Nala Se?

• I was hoping we would have more info on Emerie by now. Like is she really a clone? And if she is, is she a female clone of Jango or a clone of someone else?

• I know it’s already been established that Cad Bane is a known child abductor, I hate looking at it with my own two eyeballs every time. ITS LITERALLY A BABY

• I’m so glad Boba Fett murdered Cad Bane like 35 years later.

Episode 11 — Point of No Return

• The second she put down Lula and Tech’s nerd goggles, the ship was toast

• I hope someone kills Sid. Snitches get stitches and also fuck you

• Hunter really fell from like a hundred feet up and just swam his ass back to shore

• I hate that this season has made me go back on my hatred of Crosshair. I still think he’s a crusty dusty musty asshole. But god damn am I weak for sibling tropes, especially older brother tropes.

• You just know he is beating the ever loving shit out of himself for losing Omega to the Empire

• Mystery masked guy, that is definitely Tech, really just allowed Omega to be loose back there behind him while flying at the end there… I know this is still sort of a kids show and they would never actually do this… but Omega could totally bash him in the back of the head while he’s flying. Or garrot him or something. Maybe even yank off his helmet.

Episode 12 — Juggernaut

• Omega looking at Emerie… hello traitor

• Kinda forgot that Crosshair and Phee haven’t met yet

• Phee still refers to Tech as brown eyes, cute! But don’t all of them have brown eyes… ya know… because they’re clones

• …. What was Admiral Rampart arrested for again? I remember hating him… but I can’t remember anything else about him

• Phee is cool as fuck and I love her

• Rampart is racist… alienist… whatever, fuck that guy

• Wouldn’t it have been a wild connection if Rampart was in a work camp or work facility like the one Cassian was in?! Way harder to get him out, but would have been a cool connection

• Wooooooo! Jail break!

• Playing chicken with a tank!

• Lmao throwing Rampart like a sack of potatoes

• I kind of can’t figure out what it is they are trying to accomplish with Omega and the other high M count kiddos. Maybe I’m just dense

Episode 13 — Into the Breach

• It makes me intensely sad thinking about the fact that Omega has spent the majority of her little life in captivity

• They’re making the children take care of the literal baby

• Echo my boy! You’ve returned!

• I like how Omegas legs are almost too big to fit under the table, she’s groaning up 😫

• She’s so devious and crafty, I love Omega

• They stripped the paint off their armor. Why does that feel so foreboding???

• Rampart is cranky because he hasn’t gotten dick in months, damn shame

• Even with the paint stripped off their armor, they look wildly out of place

• Wrecker playing is playing Candy Crush, scrolling space Tumblr, swiping on galactic Hinge, reading fanfic on space AO3

• I want to cuddle that owl baby so bad

• I love bitchy little R2 units

• Crosshair saying, Relax, Echo’s on it, makes me emotional

• Literally can’t believe that fucking worked

Episode 14 — Flash Strike

• Howmst the fuck did they know that it was Clone Force 99 and Rampart? They didn’t get caught by anyone

• I feel like Wrecker hasn’t gotten to do anything or have any personality this season :/ he’s kinda just there

• This bitch with the bangs is going to be an ongoing problem. I hope the children kick her shins until she croaks or something

• Lamo what does Rampart sound like that?!

• Echo really needs to get a prosthetic hand at some point his little screwdriver nub is a dead give away

• Did they leave Batcher on Pabu? I didn’t realize she was missing until now

• Rampart have ZERO self preservation skills. There is almost nothing preventing the batch from killing him

• Inventory droids always have a stick up their ass

• Thanks for the hand! Oh my god 😂 I was right!!

• Please let the monster eat Rampart, PLEASE let the monster eat Rampart. PLEASEEEEEEE

• What the fuuuuuck? I forgot about the Zillo Beast

• I was such an anxious child. I would have been so worried about Omega I would have thrown up

• Omega’s poker face is iconic!

• Let’s go Emerie! You have exactly one opportunity to not fuck this up

The final episode next week is going to be chaotic as fuck. I have no idea what to expect. I feel like there are waaay too many loose ends to tie up. Which further leads me to believe that there’s going to be another spin off about Omega or about Rex or something.

#Krax Chats #The Bad Batch #TBB #tbb spoilers

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stargirl-writes · 5 months

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[chapter four] the secret history of anakin skywalker

the attempt

pairing : assassin! reader x anakin skywalker word count : 3k previous | next series navigation | masterlist

sypnosis

you have only known one truth about this war, the republic and the seperatists are two sides of the same coin. but now, your master count dooku has disposed of you after your consequent failures. his betrayal fueled your thirst for revenge. and in the cruel twist of fate, you have found yourself with an arrangement with the enemy. general anakin skywalker is willing to do what it takes for the republic to win, even if it meant dealing with you, his nemesis.

chapter summary

rako hardeen escapes with two known bounty hunters on orandia. anakin skywalker claims obi wan kenobi remains alive. and a revelation by cad bane made you head down a bar and drink the night away.

warnings : drinking, contains spoilers for star war's 'the clone wars' season 4, episodes 16-17.

notes : omg hello beautiful darlings! thank you for your patience for this overdue update 🥹 i really tried to outline how this'll go and suffice to say i think i've decided to commit to an ending that feels right (for the most parts). also, i've published on ao3 as well, so if you want to read there, here's the link.

likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

The first saloon in Nal Hutta leads you to a trail to Orandia.

Rako Hardeen had not been alone. He has escaped with two known bounty hunters, Cad Bane and Moralo Eval. They had just left the planet when you and Anakin Skywalker arrived.

The Jedi emanated a rage you recognized. You noted it in his silence. How his eyes darken after realizing he had been so close to catching the man who killed his master.

Now, your ship enters the atmosphere of Orandia. A silence blanketed your mind, there were so many things that had gone wrong. You've exhausted yourself trying to find the reason for all of the things that unravel. It is simply how things are now, and you're at the mercy of fate, or rather, Anakin Skywalker's.

You center yourself on the task at hand. Finding Hardeen would secure your alliance with the Jedi.

"There!" Skywalker points towards a ship loading gas.

Your eyes followed the direction he was pointing at. You recognize Cad Bane entering the hatch.

Skywalker unfastens his seatbelt. You saw the desperation in his intense glare.

"Hold on, they're leaving" You hissed as Skywalker stood up.

You held on to the control yoke, cursing under your breath at Skywalker's recklessness. You steered the ship, following Bane's ship.

You never really excelled in flying, and it was exacerbated by the way your ship was falling behind. You heard Skywalker grunt in annoyance.

Skywalker leans down behind you, extending his arm to grab ahold of the yoke. The coldness of his bionic fingers touching yours made you flinch.

"We're trying to follow Hardeen, not lose them" He comments.

You pulled on the accelerator, and your ship levels with Hardeen's.

Skywalker presses the button on the control board and the upper hatch opens.

Before you could even implore him to slow down, he was already out, jumping toward Hardeen's ship midair.

What an idiot, you cursed.

Your ship's velocity kept on accelerating and when you turned your face, a huge hill appeared. With all your strength, you pulled the yoke, your heart racing faster than your ship.

The ship manages to get past the hill, but it screeches from the contact. The system started blaring an emergency alarm. Your instinct commanded you to your feet, bracing yourself for the crash landing.

When you open your eyes again, a numbing pain accumulates on the temples of your forehead.

You force yourself to stand up, despite the blurriness of your vision. You held on to the walls to move out.

When your mind clears, you see the smoke of Hardeen's ship in the distance. You ran up, following the light of Skywalker's saber deflecting blaster shots.

When you got near, Hardeen was strangling Skywalker by the throat. He uses the force to push you back, but you persisted.

Cad Bane was walking away, back to their ship. "Ah, Wraith" Bane half turns when he sees you.

Hardeen stands up, Skywalker falls limp and you swallow your terror.

You eyed Skywalker's lightsaber on the ground, and you drew it with no hesitation.

You stepped forward, stance ready to deflect shots, carefully shielding Skywalker away from their range.

"Skywalker, stand up," You say through gritted teeth.

Rako Hardeen studies you as if he was trying to figure out how you were igniting a saber for the Jedi.

Bane fires his blaster, allowing Hardeen to run back to their ship. You charged, but Bane's shots kept you from going any nearer.

"Why Kenobi?" You yelled to Hardeen, accepting the fact that you won't be able to pin him down just yet.

"Why did Dooku want Kenobi dead?" You insisted after Hardeen's silence.

Cad Bane sneers "Oh, you mistake it, Wraith"

Their ship's hatch was beginning to close. "Kenobi was an excess. The bounty was to kill you."

You felt your blood drain from your head, and your grip on the lightsaber loosened.

"But you're not worth the hunt anymore. Dooku has new priorities, so you're free to live another day."

The hatch closes and the ship zooms up, jumping to hyperspace.

Your knees buckle. You hadn't even considered the thought that Count Dooku would have sent someone to ensure your death. The small part of you that hoped it had been an attempt to rescue you wounds you. As if the initial betrayal didn't hurt, this made it feel even worse.

Skywalker sits up, and you feel yourself caving in. Your breaths become shallower and it felt like the ground was disappearing and you're falling with no end.

You remembered thinking the world ending not long ago. It has steadily been crumbling ever since.

When you turned to face Skywalker, he had an expression you couldn't decipher. Empathy, confusion, offering solace, he seems to be able to exhibit all.

You handed his lightsaber back. Looking away, as if you felt him see you so vulnerable.

Skywalker stands straight. The rage and wild instinct he had before vanishes, and you despised that he was looking at you with some sort of pity.

"Obi-Wan's alive" He states.

You tilted your chin at his claim.

"I thought I was imagining it then, but he's undercover as Hardeen"

You raised an eyebrow, half-convinced that he'd been so drowned in grief he was becoming deluded.

"And if he was, why would he not tell you?" You challenged his eyes to contradict you, but he looked away as if he too was only considering it. You know you could be gentler at his good news, you just can't find the heart to be more hopeful. You hoped the way he is doing now, and you're hollowed by the truth of it.

The bounty was to kill you.

"The ship crashed, we'll have to find a new one," You said.

Skywalker presses on the holo channel on his arm. The device emits a crackling sound. "There's no signal, We need to find reception"

You nod, it was getting dark anyway, so it'd be best to stay where people are.

You soon found a small village nearby. Since the planet is Huttese territory, the streets are covered with a malaise you recognized. A sense of bracedness, it all felt too familiar. So, you kept walking close behind the Jedi.

"Here" Skywalker halts in his steps, finally gathering a reception.

You stopped to survey the surroundings, you were standing in front of a bar. Finally some good luck. You thought to yourself.

"Great" You expressed with a triumphant smile. A drink would dull the feelings you were having.

Skywalker's attention shifts to your enthusiasm and you see his lips pursed in annoyance as he follows you inside.

You sat at a bar stool, Skywalker next to you. You had no credits, but that problem will have to resolve itself later.

"Two please" You ordered to the bartender.

"Tempting, but no" Skywalker comments on the shots in front of you. He presses on the holo channel. Mace Windu had been dialing him to inform him that he shouldn't interfere with Obi-Wan's mission. He missed all six of them.

You suspected Saint Windu, always dogmatic, to have been the one to purposefully leave Skywalker in the dark. Dooku always commented on Windu's involvement with the Jedi Council's misguidedness. Dooku was not wrong in teaching you that

Skywalker's exterior becomes an expression of dissent. You tried putting yourself in his shoes. Wondering if being blatantly lied to by the Order you are guided by feels like a betrayal.

Did they not trust Anakin Skywalker?

Is he not supposed to be their chosen one?

You downed your drink. The bartender comes back to pour you another.

"I was under the impression that the Jedi Order worked as a collective" You delighted in the excess of boldness brought by your third shot.

"I did too" Skywalker answers plainly. "They won't be able to send Ahsoka til early tomorrow"

You sighed, after all that occurred, you wanted to rest. The Jedi Order would never run out of Padawans to deploy to come to rescue Skywalker. Perhaps, the Council did not want Anakin following undercover Obi-Wan again.

"You've scared them off, cheers to that" You raised your shot.

Skywalker's eyebrows furrowed "What's that supposed to mean?"

You took your drink, your cheeks beginning to warm from its effect. "Well, you have these— outbursts" You criticized. "You're too involved with your feelings, maybe they wanted to delay you"

Skywalker's expression hardens, you wanted to laugh at how obvious he was with how he was feeling.

"How can I not? They made me believe Obi-Wan was dead." Skywalker eyes the glass of alcohol, and you see him try to resist the urge.

You felt a tinge of guilt rush through you for judging Anakin's turmoil. Anyone else who'd face the same betrayal he feels now would react in the same manner. You certainly would.

"Ever since your Council got involved with politics, they became too concerned with appearing righteous." You tried speaking more leniently. "They'd not want to appear as though they want to seek revenge for their dead. It'd make the Jedi look vindictive."

"It would be justice to avenge Obi-Wan" He doesn't hide the anger coating his voice.

"Yes," You agreed. His eyes pierce on yours.

"Unfortunately, they are too caught up with appearing... holy." You were having trouble trying to be eloquent in your buzzed state.

You saw him withdraw— as if he did not really disagree with your opinion. You noticed that this was becoming a pattern with him— there's a place in his mind he runs to.

Skywalker puts his drink to his lips and he grimaces at the taste. You chuckled at his expression. "What is drinking also forbidden?"

"Not entirely"

"But you don't?" You pried. Skywalker does not answer.

Perhaps the act of his drinking was an attempt to spite the Order he holds with utmost importance. If they can lie to him, he can do this.

The bartender comes back to refill both your drinks.

"You Jedi, holy, righteous saints," You thought out loud. "Honestly, your denial of emotions is the reason why you're so susceptible to giving into them...in extreme amounts"

"Yeah?" Skywalker turns to face you with eyes narrowed, locking into yours. Wanting to defend his beliefs. "And you're so sure your Sith manners are superior to our constraint?"

"I'm not a Sith" You cringed at the thought.

Skywalker's head retorts. "But you're Dooku's apprentice"

"Doesn't mean I'd give in to his cruelty"

"So you're not a Sith, what are you?"

You scoffed a breathless laugh, what are you? who are you really?

You got caught by his gaze. For a moment, you felt like you were willing to talk to Skywalker nakedly. To let him in. His eyes seemed inviting enough to let you vent out.

But you looked away.

"The same as you" That much you could say, an elusive comparison. You took a slower sip of your drink. "Perfectly crafted weapons, targeted at the right people."

Skywalker's expression softens. You thought, there was some sort of understanding he contemplated on. He, the peacekeeper reduced into a hound dog for the Republic, and you, the oppressed become a warrior leaving bloodshed.

You place your glass down, deciding you've had enough for the night. The alcohol was supposed to make you forget for a moment, but it just made you feel like you wanted to ball up and cry.

"You're right, you know," Skywalker says after a while. "I don't agree that we should keep repressing our emotions"

You wondered if he'd been able to say that out loud to any of his Jedi accomplices before.

"It's not evil to use it." You shrugged.

"You give in to it because it's reliable, it delivers you results. Anger is not supposed to be antagonized, it's your mind communicating how it feels it has been wronged. How you act on it is what matters. Anger is... corrosive, as much as it is helpful" You recognized your words as some of what Count Dooku has taught you. Lessons you lived by, lessons that made you an effective force wielder.

You sadly thought about the many ways these lessons are now tainted with resentment. Because all of it had been for nothing. All of it had been to serve your master's interests, and he needed you to be his tool, his weapon.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Skywalker raising a hand for the bartender to refill his drink.

"Did Dooku teach you that?" Skywalker's eyes were hooded, the intoxication manifested in his eyes. Everything else seems perfectly controlled, and you find yourself growing jealous of that, because now, your cheeks are warm, hands held tightly into fists, heart beating rapidly.

"You forget, he was once a Jedi, he was proudest of his padawan, Qui Gon Jinn"

Skywalker looks down as if he is remembering too "He was the best of us"

You're flooded with the many situations in which Dooku has made it clear you'd never be half as good as Qui Gon Jinn. "Indeed" You answered with a clipped voice.

"I think he realized the importance of acknowledging the presence of our emotions and how to act without being informed by it" Skywalker narrates. "It never meant much to me, I was too young to understand."

Then he smiles, but one out of a resignation. "I still don't know how to"

You mirrored his expression, surprised by the similarity you shared.

It's easier to imagine not giving in to rage when you're not nearly drowning in it. But it eats at your soul. It corrupts, and in the heat of the moment, it feels more cathartic to find a release by giving in to the destruction. At least, for you, your anger has always defined you. Why seek to control it when it is the only thing that can protect you? Maybe Qui Gon Jinn was really better than you, in that sense. Dooku has never really finished your training. He utilized the way you were an angry little thing.

"The answer must be in the attempt" You look up to Anakin.

It must have been the alcohol, but for one moment, you saw Anakin Skywalker smile with some sort of understanding.

The Bartender takes a long look before the both of you. "Your poisons not going to refill by itself you know" He had a sour expression you wanted to laugh at. "Pay up, then I'll leave 'ya to 'yer business"

"Oh, right, my companion here was just telling me how we'll pay you up" You raised both your wrists to Skywalker, to make it painfully obvious that you won't be able to use the force.

Skywalker's eyebrows knit when he realized what you were asking him to do.

"You don't also happen to have a spare room or two to stay for the night now, wouldn't you?" You quirked.

The Bartender eyes you both suspiciously. Skywalker sighs and raises his fingers, not taking his eyes off of you when he said "We're your guests and you'll give us a room to stay for the night"

You saw the idea sink to the Bartender, he nods and pours both your glasses. "Follow me" He smiles complacently.

"Thank you" You mouthed, taking your last shot and standing up to follow the bartender.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor" You crossed your arms as you stared at the singular bed in front of you.

Skywalker sighs almost imperceptibly. "Well, are you sure you don't have an other rooms left?" He turns to the Bartender who shakes his head profusely.

Skywalker's shoulder slumps, he walks towards the bed, tossing the pillow on the floor.

Skywalker shifts uncomfortably on the floor. "Good night" He mutters.

"Good night" You answered, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You wanted to tell him he can take the bed. You knew you're not going to sleep. The small voice festering your mind was commanding you to stay awake, to not lay vulnerable in a room with Anakin Skywalker.

He swore never to hurt you.

You can't entirely reason out the voice that remained. You can't hint that some part of you is still scared.

Not when Kenobi is apparently alive. You were anticipating he'd bring it up. The very reason you were working with him is because he wanted to avenge his master.

You relied on his grief for mercy, without it, you're not quite sure if you mattered to him anymore.

Will he turn me in? Will I live the rest of my days rotting in Coruscant?

But he did not abandon you tonight. Not yet.

Maybe he was too wounded by what the Jedi Council did to him to decide what your future will be like. It was odd, how you were discovering so many layers to Anakin Skywalker. It hadn't been so long ago when he was just a face you encountered on the battlefields of the war. Now, he feels more... real, it's quite unsettling.

To realize that even a Jedi, who is supposed to live by being of service to others, can act according to his grief. To see the chosen one lied to by the Council that was supposed to be nourishing him. To see yourself in his conflict, his anger, and his suffering. To have the bed when he's supposed to be hating on you.

You thought, perhaps you were more similar than you want to admit. He listens to your philosophies. And you don't like how he looks at you like he thinks you're still worth saving.

You won't allow him to know you. It will be an open invitation for humiliation.

In the morning, you'll have to meet with your inevitable faith.

The initial buzz of the alcohol died and you're only left with your heavy heart.

It kept bringing you back to the truth that Count Dooku, the closest thing you could've called a father, sent bounty hunters to ensure your death.

You were lost. There's nothing left to lose.

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Cad Bane - Dark Woods Part 2

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Western!AU Cad Bane and F!Reader (only because I like when Bane says Lil’ Lady too much)

@xinambercladx requested a sequel to my oneshot for more context, and after some thought I agreed there is more story to tell. So therefore my original concept is altered, but the story is consistent.

Amazing art by my friend @stormytitan

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Warm and cozy, a young woman sat alone in her home. Outside the evening sun poured light through the green leaves of the forest. She waited for no one, because she lived alone, secluded and hidden in the woods outside of town, so she was alerted to the sound of approaching hooves breaking the peace. Although rare, she would occasionally get a visit from the sheriff, or possibly a lost traveler. She always welcomed both, and so when whoever was outside knocked on the door she didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Hello! How can I help–” Her friendly smile vanished as she looked up into the blood red eyes of her guest. Gasping, she quickly tried to close the door but the man’s hand came up and kept it open as he forced his way inside. He was tall and intimidating, with sapphire skin and scars covering his scowling face. The woman didn’t need to know him to know he was dangerous, but he was infamous around these parts. She recognized the notorious outlaw.

Cad Bane closed the door behind him, trapping her inside. The woman felt herself shake. What did he want with her? She had never met him before and had nothing he would want. The man tipped his hat politely before he spoke. “Are ya alone, Lil’ Lady?” Should she lie and tell him there was someone on their way? Surely he would see right through her deceit.

“There’s no one. “ She answered honestly. He accepted that answer and gestured towards the chair she’d been sitting at. She obeyed and sat back down, terrified of what he might do to her. But he turned his back to her and peered out the window, moving his head back and forth like he was looking for something. Was someone else coming? “Sir, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help?”

“Does de sheriff know his way up ‘ere?” Bane asked.

“Yes, he visits me sometimes.” The woman could see this displeased Bane as he bared his fangs at the window and reached up to touch the brim of his hat. A few minutes of silence passed between them before they saw rising dust and heard the sound of many approaching hooves. The woman felt relief as the sheriff and a posse approached the house, weapons drawn. Cad Bane moved away from the window and quickly stalked over to her, gripping her by the wrist and roughly pulling her along with him.

“I have de Lil’ Lady dat lives ‘ere.” Bane shouted through the closed door. “If ya don’t want her blood on yer hands you’ll holster yer weapons.”

They wouldn’t do that. Sheriff Vanth had wanted Cad Bane brought in for so long, he wasn’t about to stop now. He’d let her die before he let the outlaw escape again. She teared up, fearing what would come next as Bane waited for his response.

“This isn’t your style, Mr. Bane. Just let the girl go and we’ll settle this like men.” The sheriff shouted. When there was no response from inside the house, he was forced to change tactics. “Fine, we’ll do it your way. Come on out.”

Bane brought the woman in front of him and held her tightly against his chest with one long arm. With the other he drew one of his dual revolvers and held it to her head. Opening the door a crack, he made sure the men had indeed holstered their weapons. “Yer gonna take yer boys back into town. S’long as I ain’t pursued, I’ll let de lady go tomorrow mornin’.”

Finding himself with little choice, Sheriff Vanth nodded in understanding. “Fine, but she better be unharmed. Anything happens to her, there’ll be hell to pay.” With that he turned his horse and quickly led his men away. Bane watched from the doorway, and as soon as he felt they were far enough away he withdrew his weapon back to its holster and released the woman.

She was in disbelief. The sheriff had actually complied… and left her alone with the most dangerous man around.

“Ya see why yer town’s such an easy target, Lil’ Lady? Yer Sheriff is a weak fool dat can’t take down a lone man, even with a small army.”

“Sheriff Vanth is a good man!” The woman defended him as Bane pushed her forward out the door. The man put his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. She saw movement from the trees as a horse emerged from its hiding spot and came to them. The animal was dangerous looking enough, with it’s thin frame and blood red eyes, but the woman knew this horse. Rana was her name, and it had been said there was no horse faster. People also said she was an unfriendly beast that only liked Cad Bane.

“Comeon.” Bane took her by the arm and led her toward the horse. “Get on.” When the woman tried to comply, the animal pulled away, nostrils flared and neck arched aggressively. “Easy, girl.” Bane’s voice went from harsh to calming as he spoke to his horse. He gripped her bridle and brought her attention to him, stroking the side of her face with his long fingers. “Shhh, yer alright.” Rana quickly settled, her desire to please him overriding her fear of other people.

The woman had been so distracted by how gentle this cold man could be that she’d forgotten what he’d instructed her to do until he turned his red gaze back to her. The horse was very tall, and she struggled but was eventually able to climb up. Bane came around and expertly pulled himself up, sitting directly behind the woman who now felt awkward with how close they were. He was pressed tightly against her, and she was even more trapped as he reached around with long duros arms to take hold of the reins. The position was strange, but the man likely didn’t want his prisoner behind him where he had less control. To her surprise, Bane turned the horse towards the trail where the sheriff had gone.

“We’re heading back to town? Why?” She asked, wanting to understand his plan now that she was part of it. She smelled the smoke and alcohol on his breath as he spoke behind her in that calm voice.

“I ain’t leavin’ til I get what I want. De sheriff expects us t’be headin’ in de opposite direction. Towards dat wild country I always lose him in. Soon as he was outta sight, he headed dere t’cut us off. I’m sure of it.” He explained. It made sense. Sheriff Vanth had let the outlaw go a little too easily. This way, he’d save her and bring in the infamous Cad Bane. Or so he thought, because really he’d left the town defenseless.

The sun was setting now, and Bane pushed his horse to go faster. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled again, confusing the woman. Had he not been whistling for his horse earlier? Was he calling for someone else? Before she could ask, a shrill howl sounded in response. It was distant, and had come from behind them. Whatever had made it wasn’t human. The man seemed un-bothered and was silent until they cleared the trees and could see the towns’ lights up ahead. Pulling them to a stop, Bane reached up and cupped his hand under the woman’s chin, forcing her head back as he lowered his chapped lips to her ear.

“Listen now, Lil’ Lady. Yer mine til mornin’. Ya do as I say, don’t try t’escape, and come dawn I’ll release ya unharmed. Understand?”

By now the woman’s fear of the man was waning. Despite his threats, he hadn’t harmed her. She had expected to die the moment he showed up at her house, but now here she was - on his horse about to participate in his scheme. Feeling bold, she made a condition of her own. “I’ll do as you say, Mister. But when this is over, you will promise to leave me be. And never come by my home again.”

Cad Bane was a lawless man, but he wasn’t without his own code. In this world, you didn’t give something for nothing. Contracts went both ways. Releasing his hold on her, he accepted her condition. “It’s a deal, Lil’ Lady.”

This should have made the woman feel better, but the binding of their deal felt so eerily final. She was silent as they continued into town. Rana’s eyes glowed bright red in the darkness, and the few people in the street fled at the sight of them, not wanting any trouble. Bane stopped in front of a nice looking house. The woman recognized it as the home of the local shopkeeper, a social man who had plenty of wealth. Of course this would be Bane’s target. The outlaw dismounted and the woman didn’t have much choice in the matter as Rana immediately bucked her off. Bane, perhaps feeling a bit guilty, helped her up. She wiped dirt off her face and she looked down to see more mud and dirt covering her clothes. She expected Bane to make some snide remark, but he surprised her again by moving ahead with her instructions.

“Get him t’come out. Don’t care how, I just need him clear of de house.” Bane’s voice was calm even though he was about to commit a crime. The woman had little choice, although she was grateful he hadn’t asked her to rob or kill someone. As she approached the house, an idea formed. She knocked on the door rapidly, causing the man inside to hurry to the door.

“Yes, Ma’am, are you alright?!” The shopkeeper recognized the woman, although she was never in town this late. She looked like a literal mess, and was clearly distressed.

“I need help! Please!” She gestured in the direction opposite Bane, drawing the man’s attention away. “I was helping someone and there was an accident. Please!” The shopkeeper didn’t have time to question any of this, and left the house to follow her lead, only to be stopped on the street by a familiar voice.

“Thought ya could get outta it, did ya?” Bane approached from the shadows where he’d been hiding. “Callin’ de sheriff on me, now dat was low even fer you.”

“B-Bane!” The man stuttered in surprise. The woman pulled away from him and he realized he’d been set up. “You! You’re with him?!”

As the woman shook her head no, Bane nodded yes. “De Lil’ Lady’s with me tonight, but don’t’chya worry ‘bout dat. I’m here fer what ya owe me.”

“Our deal’s over, Bane!” The shopkeeper insisted. “I paid what I owe you, now leave me be.”

“Ya did, but den ya took somethin’ else.”

The shopkeeper paused, trying to understand what the man could be referring to. He’d made a deal with the outlaw, and he’d paid him back, although reluctantly. Bane had insisted he owed more, something about accrued fees. But when he’d refused to pay more, he’d caught a glimpse of silver out of the corner of his eye. An animal. “Is this about that stupid coyote?!”

Bane’s lip curled, breaking his calm demeanor. It was the only warning the man got before the outlaw drew his weapon with inhuman speed and shot him dead. The woman couldn’t help the cry that escaped her. She had grown too comfortable with Cad Bane, and had forgotten that he was a cold blooded killer. He hadn’t even hesitated. She turned to run, but he quickly gained on her and took her by the arm. She struggled in his grip until he reminded her of their deal. She’d stopped fighting him when they heard a voice call out. “WHO’S OUT THERE??!!”.

“Shit!” Bane had been correct about the Sheriff, but he hadn’t factored in that Vanth would have left a new deputy to watch the town while he was away. They couldn’t see the man in question, but a poorly aimed shot fired over their heads. “Comeon!” She didn’t have to be told twice. They retreated back on the horse, and this time the woman sat behind Bane, clinging to the man as he dug his heels in. Rana gained speed quickly. Behind them came more wild gunfire.The woman hated to admit it, but the sheriff really was bad at finding competent people to assist him.

They cleared the town, and could now see the deputy in pursuit, although they were losing him quickly. Even with two riders, Rana was the fastest horse the woman had ever ridden. They would easily get away, but the woman was filled with fear. Trying to gain control of her emotions, she buried her face in Bane’s back, not caring if he noticed or not. The deputy had seen them. She could never return home now, because she was a criminal. She had lived her whole life being a decent person who never caused trouble, and Cad Bane had taken that away from her.

Their pursuer was long gone, but Rana didn’t slow down as they made their way deep into the forest. It was night now, and the woman could see the light of the full moon through the trees. She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped a bit when Bane whistled once more. Before she could ask him what he kept calling to, the same howl responded, but this time nearby. Rana slowed as Bane took them toward the direction of the sound.

“Todo, come’ere.” Bane called out. Through the brush came a small, silver coyote, yipping and wagging its tail. They came to a stop, and the man dismounted, followed quickly by the woman who didn’t want to be ejected again. The coyote circled him, panting happily. He was unique enough, with his unusual silver fur that glowed in the moonlight, but it was his glowing yellow eyes that stuck out the most.

“He’s like a ghost.” The woman commented aloud.

“He is.” Bane’s reply took her by surprise and she almost laughed. But she quickly realized he was serious. The man knelt down and Todo went to lick his face, which he begrudgingly allowed. He stroked the animals’ long ears and spoke in that gentle voice she’d only heard him use for Rana. “I went back an’got him, Todo.”

The woman was understandably confused. “If Todo is a ghost, how come we can see him? How can you touch a ghost??”

Bane straightened and touched the brim of his hat to hide the top half of his face. It was like he was unsure about how to answer her. Probably because he didn’t want to seem crazy. “Dese woods work differently. Dark Woods I call em, since it’s always night here. Guess death don’t work de same ‘ere either. Todo ain’t de first ghost I’ve seen, an’dey’ve all been dis way. Same as dey were in life, ‘cept de eyes.”

Todo continued to show his happiness, circling and wagging his tail, and as he turned the woman saw a dark hole in his side. A bullet wound. “He’s…” She didn’t want to admit it out loud. This couldn’t be happening. The coyote was known to follow Bane around, often joining him in town and robbing people when they weren’t looking. That explained why he was shot, but the woman had one more question. “How did you know he was a ghost?”

“I didn’t.”

The woman recalled the first time he’d whistled and there’d been no response. Only when they were heading back into town did the man try one more time. Which meant, regardless of whether the coyote had passed on or not, Bane had always intended to avenge Todo.

Todo stopped in his tracks, tail tense and ears alert like he’d heard something. He turned away from them and trotted off, head down. Bane followed and although every rational inner voice told her to flee while his back was turned, the woman followed as well. The trees gave way to a cliff and Bane hunched down. “Get down.”

She obeyed and crept forward to see what they were looking at. Below them they saw men on horseback. Lamps out as they navigated their way through the darkness. The woman recognized Sheriff Vanth and his posse, who had given up the pursuit and were headed back to town.

Cad Bane drew his weapon, holding it in his hand like he was fantasizing about ending their game of outlaw and sheriff now. Hours ago, the woman would have tried to stop him, or shout down a warning, but now she sat quietly beside him. She knew he wouldn’t do it.

“I FOUND YOU!” The shouting voice from behind them startled the four outlaws. It was the deputy. What shitty luck that the idiot had caught them while they were distracted. The man’s gun was drawn and pointed right at Bane. “I HAVE HIM!” He shouted again. The grin on his face widened even more as below them Sheriff Vanth was alerted and started heading up their way. He’d only been promoted that afternoon, but now he’d managed to do what no other person had: capture the notorious Cad Bane.

He had been so distracted by his catch that he’d forgotten the woman. Bane was a terrible man, and one day he would deserve his justice. But not today. She charged the Deputy, knocking into him and tried to pry his gun from his hand. They were so entangled that Bane couldn’t risk a shot until it was too late. The bullet hit her, killing her as her body fell backwards to the ground. But the woman remained where she stood. She looked back, and saw her lifeless body on the forest floor. Dead. She was…

… fading. She willed herself to stay, fighting to remain on this mortal plane as she heard Cad Bane shout for her. She saw him shoot the deputy.

… fading.

The sheriff and his men had appeared and caught Bane.

“No!” The woman tried to shout as Sheriff Vanth looked down at her body and blamed the outlaw. “He didn’t do it!.” She tried again, but her voice wouldn’t carry.

… fading.

“Hang him!”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, please don’t…” She pleaded with the last of her will.

…

The bullet passed through her. Confused, the woman stepped back, almost falling over her own body on the forest floor. She remembered. She remembered everything! She searched around and saw Todo had now joined Rana, staring at the two of them with his blank eyes. Cad Bane stepped closer to her and by the light of the fire she could see the dark marks on his neck. She gasped as she looked up at his glowing ghost eyes. It didn’t matter if it was her fault or not, she blamed herself. He didn’t deserve to be here.

“This doesn’t have to be our curse.” The woman reasoned, hoping to quell his anger at the injustice. “It’s over, we can move on. Wait– why am I here?” Despite fighting it, she had eventually let go. She had no reason to stay, and yet here she was.

The corner of Cad Bane’s mouth curled into the first smile the woman had seen from the man.

“Lil’ Lady, yer mine til mornin’. At dawn I promise t’leave ya be and never bother ya again.”

The woman looked up. The trees were so tall that before she thought they blotted out the sun. But now she knew there was no sun to hide. Only the glow of the moon.

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Authors Notes:

I tried to be less vague in this part, because I confused some people last time. But feel free to ask any questions you still have!

"This isn't your style, Mr. Bane." - A reference to part 1, where I originally had Cad Bane kill reader to use her place for a hideout. For me, this came across as out of character for Bane, and I was glad I could fix that plot hole here.

Finally I reveal that Todo is a coyote in my western au. Some of my followers may remember my coyote headcanons for Cad Bane. While I originally intended to make Todo a person, his personality and relationship with Bane works better if he’s an animal. More on yote Todo later.

At the moment, this story is not canon to my western AU. An AU to my AU I suppose.

Rana is the horse I designed for Cad Bane

#Cad Bane #rana #todo360 #western au #my writing #ghost story for spooky season #tw death

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downrightembarassing · 2 years

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Plush

What you thought was a one night stand with Bane turns into a two night stand. As per usual I can’t write summaries but yeah, this follows “Seeing Double.”

The usual warnings, F/M, P in V, P in A, just everywhere, dub-con (gotta throw that one in there), spanking, delay/denial, restraints,swearing, jealousy, toxic relationship, seriously not healthy, thank god for fiction, my lovely trash writing style, self-indulgent x100, minimal to no proofreading, written while sleep deprived, Cad’s an ass and I’ll stand by that.

This was actually inspired by an offhand comment from my husband, which made me feel a lot better about my figure. So I had to write it out.

As a side note, in no way shape or form is this body shaming on anyone. It’s more of a way for me to process and continue learning how to appreciate this body I have to pilot around.

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The Duros is back.

You almost tripped and dropped the tray of clean(ish) glasses when you noticed the familiar broad hat, lean leather covered form, and long knobby blue fingers.

Remembering what those fingers can do…

Dazed, you freeze in the middle of the busy carina as memories from the last…encounter crash through your mind. The things he did your body again, and again, again.

Cad Bane tips his hat back, runs his scorching gaze up and down your frame, and smirks. One large hand reaches for a toothpick, places it between hairline thin lips, and gestures you over.

Taking a deep breath you carefully place the glasses down, card a nervous hand through your hair, and saunter over to the hunter. It doesn’t hurt to add a bit of swing to your step, a little extra sway to your hips, and his smirk broadens.

“We’ll hello dere li’l lady, looks like ya remember ol’ Cad Bane,” his deep modulated voice rasping around the breathing apparatus.

“You’re a hard man to forget Bane.” As a smirk of your own flits across your lips.

The Duros removes the toothpick from his mouth and takes another long look, his red eyes taking in your warm, mammalian curves, taking note of your flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

“Gotta’ be hard ta be good doll.”

You’re entire body warms under his scrutiny as you inhale sharply. Memories of his unique anatomy, and how it had fuzzed every coherent thought from your head, parade through your thoughts.

Bane grins. “How ‘bought ya close up shop early an’ let me remind ya how much ya like these Duros cocks.”

A blush stains your cheeks as your core clenches. But no, you tell yourself firmly, the money is more important than acting like some bounty hunter’s booty call…barely.

“Sorry Bane, but I need the credits more than I need dick. You’re going to have to wait, I’ll send one of the droids over with a drink.” You throw him a cheeky wink and saunter off, making sure your hips sway with every step.

——-

Cad Bane growls around his drink. It’s a low noise, rattling deep from his chest. That little minx, thinking she’s got the upper hand. He gets what he wants, and right now he wants to fuck the smirk right off that pretty little mouth.

He watches her stroll away, watches every other eye in the bar take an appreciative glance at her plush hips, round ass, and deep cleavage. Hell, he can SMELL the arousal pouring off the cantina clientele as she walks by. He’s halfway tempted to take her now, on the bar, and let every sleemo in this joint know who she belongs to. Spread her open so every lowlife scoundrel can see her shudder and clench…dripping for him, ONLY him.

The doors open, breaking his train of thought, and a gaggle of tipsy females of various races stagger through the door. A lean Twi’lek, listing slightly, makes a beeline for the hunter’s empty booth. Bane watches her, appraising the situation. This could work well.

A cruel smile twists across his face, revealing sharp canines. That little minx is gonna learn some better manners.

——-

Just an hour left to go. Just. One. Hour. Your mind is chaos as you attempt to keep up with the late night rush of inebriated customers and try NOT to think about what the bounty hunter will do to you after the last drunk is kicked out.

A shiver of apprehension rolls down your spine. Bane isn’t the type of creature you say no to. If he’s really pissed you might be spending the night getting yourself off. But he most of anyone should understand the need for credits…hopefully.

During a lull in the press of bodies at the bar you glance at the corner booth where the hunter was sitting and go rigid with shock.

The lanky blue Duros is still there, relaxing, with a thin Twi’lek practically sitting in his lap. Her hands trace lazy patterns down his leather trench and he dips his head, to murmur something in her ear. She giggles, it’s a high pitched sound.

Rigidly you tear your gaze away from the sight before you. You know he’s doing this as retaliation for turning him down earlier but it still hurts. Physically the Twi’lek is your exact opposite, all lean muscle and narrow hips. Exactly like Bane.

Cursing under your breath you resume your job, pointedly ignoring the dark booth and the asshole sitting there.

——-

Bane watches her from under the brim of his hat while the Twi’lek prattles drunken nonsense in his ear. That minx behind the bar is pissed, that’s for sure. Her normally fluid movements are stiffer, the casual teasing and flirting with the clientele seems forced.

Perfect. Time to rile her up some more.

He pushes the body next to him roughly. The Twi’lek squeaks in surprise.

“Time ta go missy.”

“Where we goin’ big boy?” she slurs.

“I ain’t goin’ no where, you are.”

With that he pulls out one elegant LL-30 blaster and fires two shots above the crowd. The silence after is deafening.

“Everybody OUT” he rasps.

He meets your furious gaze “I’ve got business with tha bartender.”

That cruel smirk crawls across his face, fangs flashing in the dim light as he settles back into the booth.

He’s already hard.

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You’ve never been so pissed in your life.

Pushing past the rush of bodies quickly exiting the bar, you storm up to the Duros reclining with his hat tipped back.

“You ARROGANT cocky son-of-bi…..all over some skinny ass Twi’lek….Why don’t you just fuck off with her and NOT WRECK MY BAR!” It’s hard to string a coherent sentence together.

Bane tilts his head. Interesting, he’d expected her to be mad about the blaster marks but she seems more riled up about the Twi’lek. She’s yelling right now, but not in the way he wants her yelling. Time to fix that.

Bane steps up to you and you meet his deep red eyes. Emotions boil over and you reach a hand back to slap him.

Should have remembered what happened the last time you tried that.

Quicker than humanly possible Bane catches your wrist.

“Bad move li’l lady.”

Before you have time to sputter out a reply the bounty hunter is behind you and has your wrists trapped in a set of his bracers behind your back.

“What the FUCK Bane! Not the fucking time for thi….”

A gag is forced through your teeth, cutting off your tirade.

“No more a that now.”

The Duros steps back around in front of you, grinning and the enraged expression in your eyes. He leans in, breath brushing against your neck.

“Gonna teach ya some manners princess, not polite ta ignore ol’ Cad Bane when he comes all this way ta see ya.”

You can’t do anything but glare at him. At least until he hoists you up and unceremoniously dumps you on the table. Your breath leaves your lungs in a huff as he arranges your body to his liking. Ass on the cold table, sitting up facing him, with your legs dangling towards the floor.

The Duros wastes no time, pulling down the straps of your dress and yanking the bottom up from under your ass. Now it’s just a wrinkled band of fabric arouind your middle. Your undergarments are next, torn if half in his haste to get them off. He steps back to admire his work.

You’re exposed, cuffed, and gagged glaring up at the hunter. He pushes your torso back until your leaning on your bound elbows.

You have never been so mad.

“Much betta’”

You have never been so turned on.

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Cad Bane is not one to waste time. He looms over you, broad hat shading his face from the bar lights, and places one massive hand on each thigh, spreading them open. You clench your legs together, determined to make it as difficult as possible for him.

He chuckles and overpowers you easily, holding open your soft thighs.

“Well look at’chu li’l lady, already drippin’ fer me.”

Your feel your face flush deeply, humiliated at how your body responded to his rough treatment.

“Now princess, you’ve been a li’l minx tanight, flauntin’ that ass” he gives it a squeeze hard enough to bruise “those tits” he gropes your breast, engulfing it in one massive hand “that sweet, warm little body.” His right hand moves closer to your soaked sex.

“Gonna make sure ya got your priorities straight.”

He pushes two long, knobby digits into your soaked cunt. You’re wet enough where he slides in with ease, and a rattle emits from his chest in appreciation.

Every damn time. Those damn fingers get you every. Damn. Time. Your back arches and a moan vibrates against the gag in your mouth. Anger slips away and those thick digits send sparks up your spine as his fingers reach deeper than any other species has been able to.

Bane sets to work, pounding into you until white flickers at the edge of your vision and your arousal is pooling on the table. Your walls clench, and the heat in your groin coils tighter and tighter. A couple more thrusts, a couple more taps against that sweet spot deep inside your cunt and…

He pulls his fingers from you completely.

The needy whine you make around the gag is even more humiliating than your obvious arousal. He sneers at you as your cunt clenches on nothing. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Gonna be a good girl now princess?”

Shit. Good girl? Why does that cause your entire body to tighten up? You swallow the excess saliva dripping behind the gag. Wide eyed you nod.

“That’s right” he rumbles as he reaches behind your head to remove it.

The gag drops the the table and he shoves his fingers back into your throbbing cunt. Working his hand he pumps into you hard, while his thumb comes up to circle your clit. His other hand grasps and kneads the supple flesh of your breast.

Your climax hits hard and fast, swamping your body with pleasure as your cunt clenches around his pounding fingers. Back arched, braced against your still bound arms, a guttural moan is torn from your throat as slickness soaks your thighs.

Panting and whimpering you come down from your high and dimly watch the bounty hunter remove his blasters, unbuckle his belt and pull out his alien anatomy.

Those twin cocks, stacked one on top of the other, blue, and achingly hard. He begins to stroke upper one, mixing your juices dripping from his hand with the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

“I wanna see dat ass princess, roll over.”

Awkwardly, struggling with your bound wrists, you manage to roll over. Your face and chest are now pressed into table, legs supporting your lower half, ass presented to the hunter.

“Wider.”

You spread your legs as wide as you can, exposing your dripping cunt and tight ass to him. The cool table beneath you feels divine against your overheated skin. It’s always like this, the little voice in your head reminds you, you’re always the one shaking and gasping and WET, exposed and presented to the Duros like a damn feast.

But somehow you can’t say no. Can’t stay angry.

“Good girl” he rattles behind you, and watches your cunt clench at his words.

Cool fingers trail through the slick leaking from your core and smear it around the tight ring of muscle. Your entire body twitches.

His other hand cracks across the meat of your ass, hard, as he slips one finger into your ass.

“That’s fer tellin’ me ta leave with a damn Twi’lek.”

You’d completely forgotten about the Twi’lek.

Another smack, another finger slipped inside.

“Ain’t gonna fuck no bony ass, I want it soft” Smack “thick” Smack “plusssssh” SMACK.

The last word comes out as a hiss, a warning. Your cunt throbs with every hit, and the slick between your thighs gets wetter.

One hand kneads the hot tender flesh of your ass while he starts to scissor his fingers, buried deep inside it.

“I like me a mammal li’l lady, curves and warmth. A nice pillow ta pound into.”

All you can do it gasp for breath.

The gasps become whimpers as he sinks a cock into your wet heat, still scissoring and slicking your ass. A couple strokes, just enough to get it wet, and he’s removed his fingers to press it against your now slick hole.

——-

The long, agonizing stretch of him penetrating your ass releases enough endorphins to tranquilize a bantha. The cool feel of his anatomy soothes the burning heat of the intrusion and soon his hips are flush with the red, overheated skin of your ass.

He pulls almost all the way out, lines up his second cock, and slides back in.

You let out a long keening whine at the feeling, his twin anatomy stretching and stuffing your oversensitive sex to the brim. Completely drunk off the dizzying levels of endorphins flooding your body.

��Good girl.”

Your entire frame convulses at the praise. Bane groans behind you as you clench down on him. Mewling and writhing, you attempt to get a little more friction, another hit of the addictive hormones surging through your body.

The Duros starts to flex his hips, building up a rhythm that sends electricity singing down and up every nerve ending. There’s no more room for conscious thought, just the sensations rolling through your body and the whimpers pouring from your lips. Drool leaks down your chin.

A hand caresses your hair before strong blue fingers grip tightly near your scalp, arching your back towards the hunter. The painful sting propels your shaking body closer and closer to climax.

“So…sooo fuckin’ tight princess.” He snaps his hips harder and your volume increases. “Like ya made for this, bent over a table takin’ Duros cock so…so fuckin’ well.”

One hand fisting your hair, one hand pressed into the small of your back he relentlessly pounds himself into your wet heat, pulling and bending your body for his own pleasure and chasing his own release.

Obscene sounds echo around the bar, the slap of skin meeting wet skin, moans, whimpers, curses.

“B…Bane…fuck…h…hard…..HARDER!”

The Duros hisses above you.

“Manners princess.”

You moan, he really is an ass.

“Cad…fuck….Cad please” another mind breaking snap of his hips. “Cad PLEASE…ah….harder!”

“Dats a pretty way ta say my name.”

He grips harder and winds you up tighter. The hand in your hair arches your back, the hand on your lower spine presses into the curve and his movements become rougher, pounding your soft hips into the unforgiving surface of the table.

The wind up of your body matches the wind up of heat radiating from your core. Three hard thrusts later and it…snaps.

Pleasure floods your ass, cunt, everywhere as your climax wracks your body. White hot it burns down every nerve ending as your vision goes black. Wet heat gushes from your cunt, soaking the front of the Duros’s chaps as you scream out your orgasm beneath him.

——-

It’s just like last time, Bane thinks, she’s like fuckin’ the inside of a reactor. Soft silky and scorching hot. The plush softness of her ass, beet red from his hands, is perfect for hammering his narrow hips into over and over and over.

When she cums beneath him he feels the slick heat coat his groin, his lower stomach…upper thighs.

“Fuck…ah….fuckin’ hot princess.”

The clench of her cunt and ass send him over the edge, one hard thrust later he’s pressed into that warmth as deep as he can go, growling and cursing as her tight holes milk every drop of Duros blue out of him.

——-

You feel the chill of his cum, filling you up and leaving you mewling at the overfull sensation. His hips buck into yours as he pumps it in deep.

You both stay like that, locked together for a long moment, catching your breath as you ride out the aftershocks.

The sound Bane’s cocks make as he pulls out of you is positively filthy and leaves you feeling achingly empty.

Lukewarm cum slides down your inner thighs.

A gentle caress on your ass, the binders click and fall from your wrists and you scratch your sore shoulders forward. A towel is laid across your back. It’s oddly intimate.

“Fuck ya look good like dat, Duros blue leakin’ outta both holes.”

Nothing like ruining a good moment.

Standing is not in the cards right now, not with the way your legs are shaking. Tremors still wrack your body. Settling for sliding the towel on to the booth, you maneuver yourself on to it to try and mitigate the mess.

Finally you turn to look at the Duros. As expected, he’s already tucked himself away and looks just as collected as when he walked in. Jerk.

“You know Cad, I do have a bedroom here. We don’t have to fuck in the bar every time.”

He arches a brow ridge at you.

“Pour me a glass of dat stuff I was drinking’ earlier and we’ll put it ta good use den.” He smirks. “Ya said please just fine, but cha’ still gotta learn ta say thank you.”

It’s going to be a long night.

#cad bane #cad bane x reader #writing #when my husband and I started dating #I was thinner #and I worried about the weight gain #always had an issue with that #but that’s a whole other conversation #anyway he mentioned he appreciates and adores the size I am now #because certain…positions are much more enjoyable #TMI #but there you go #my man is the sweetest thing ever #and he always tells me I’m gorgeous #but this gave me a concrete reason to believe him #cuz my brain needs a reason #always

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sinisterexaggerator · 2 years

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Have you ever thought about making a SW sona/oc? (lets just call me "drunk anon")

Ha! Well, hello drunk anon, and yes, I have! I actually have at least 3, if not 4 in the works. Thanks for asking! I love getting to ramble about my potential characters and current creations!

Zulara Anu Trattu is a half Twi'lek, half Lothalian who was forced into slavery at a young age when her father, a business merchant, lost out on a game of sabacc to the owner of a weapon's shop. He had bet his fortune, but in lieu of losing everything he gave up his only daughter instead.

More can be found about her here, and she is featured in my fic Stars Above! paired alongside bounty hunter Cad Bane.

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Althea Aldrete is the daughter of Lady Ayla Aldrete, a noblewoman of Alderaan who covertly established a smuggler fleet operating in the Core Worlds and Deep Core regions, using her criminal contacts to gather information and map reliable hyperlanes for use by rebel operatives. But, by day, she is a hedonist with high-profile celebrity status, though it is a façade.

Althea is unaware of her mother's secretive lifestyle, which will be a point of contention later on. Althea herself is rich, spoiled, and has hardly known a day of work in her life. That all changes when Alderaan is destroyed by the Death Star and her world comes crashing down around her. Shriv is on the front lines of the diaspora at Princess Leia's request against the orders of General Dodonna. It was titled the "Mission to rescue the survivors of Alderaan," though I will be reworking this a bit to include Shriv's role and this will definitely wind up being an enemies to lovers scenario.

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This lil' lady is unnamed, and I have not decided if it will be a third person OC, or an OC/Reader combo, but she wields a green saber and is originally from Naboo. I want to write a whumpy Cad Bane x Jedi romance, where Cad Bane has been watching her and her various run ins with Inquisitors. It will probably only be 5-10 chapters long, I am not sure. She's crafty, "cheats" by using things like sonic detonators. He's fascinated by her. She's barely 20. Perhaps a Padawan during the initial order 66. I was hoping to give her a pixie cut, make her androgynous, and short, perhaps 5'4". It's a cat and mouse game for quite a bit, but eventually he has a choice to make:

Set her free, or turn her in? At this point she’s given up. Her fate is up to him.

I have not yet begun to write this! I have too many WIPs!

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This is Rumarri Moka. She is a Pantoran, who I am thinking was taken by Zygerrian slave traders from a young age maybe, so no facial tattoos to do with her clan or status. Basically, something else terrible has befallen her, and she is trying to make an escape. Probably wants to flee her slavers. Hondo Ohnaka is there in one of his Corona-Class Frigates, doing business, unsavory things, etc. She sneaks past his guards and gets aboard.

Once she is found back on Florrum, Hondo is impressed this person managed to get past him and his men, but she dressed like a male / young man on purpose, trying to blend into the crowd. He mistakes her as such, asks why she is here, and she makes up a lie to say she wants to join his crew in a panic.

Anyway, now she’s stuck. She has to make the best of it until she can devise a way to escape again. She learns to use a blaster, and trains herself to be a medic. She takes care of his crew’s injuries, but the longer and longer she stays, and the more and more she gets to know him, the more and more this girl is falling for the scoundrel.

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Another unnamed, possible OC/Reader that is barely fleshed out, if at all, which I like to make references for what I imagine in my head while writing. She is of Asian decent, a cadet, and possibly a draft dodger, or she used to be a part of the Imperial Survey Corps. Here is what I have thought of so far:

"You" are clumsy; shy, sweet, and oblivious to danger, a liability, though you favor Shriv Suurgav. He is your new commanding officer, and oh-so-handsome for an alien. He’s worried about you; he knows you are not cut out for this. Will you give up and go “home,” or will you stay to prove him wrong and find your niche?

Again, I have not written anything for this.

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Aurora Ordel is below the cut, or at least how I imagine her to be, a Reader/OC combo from Beauty and the Bounty Hunter. Don't look if you don't want to ruin the reader image you have in your own head! This is just how I imagine her to be myself.

You are Aurora Ordel: the pinnacle of femininity gone wrong. Smart, sexy, but with a sassy mouth. Hailing from Corellia, you live on Coruscant at your career’s behest. You are a “Chief Design Engineer” for The Galactic Empire; inventor of the Onager-Class Star Destroyer - this super weapon is your pride and joy.

Your employer is Palpatine; you answer to Darth Vader; and Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin is always barking up your skirt.

You are also beauty who has met with beast – a surly, ill-tempered bounty hunter who you like to swap spit with. Your problem? - Everyone’s out to kill you for being such a kriffing witch, and on top of that, you’re addicted to that Duros dick. Your solution? – Make Cad Bane your (on call) bitch.

#Original characters #Star Wars #Star Wars OCs #Fanfiction #Writing #Reader Insert #Third person #thanks for the ask!#that was fun #Star Wars Sona

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 years

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Upside Down - Ch. 28

Summary: Follows Season 2 - episode 2 & 3 of the TCW; Nerex deal with the loss of Denal, Kix and Pepper share a moment, Rex receives some advice, Wolffe looks for a mechanic.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Well things are getting more intense, especially for the second season of TCW, I’m really enjoying writing for Kix and Pepper and for Wolffe, but there’s another clone that will be getting some more appearance in the chapters to follow. just not sure when he’ll be making his full debut, can you take a guess who I’m talking about?

Love oo

Bold - Comm

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Clone deaths, feelings of guilt, fluff, angst, unwanted contact, harassment, anger, misdirected aggression, arrest, threats, mentions of being widow, mentions of being single parent, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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DECEPTION

I walked beside Denal as we continued down the corridor, looking for Cad Bane, when I saw a picture of the man, I couldn’t believe he had been the one in my dream; the tension was high amongst us, I wanted to help him relax, smirking as I thought back to walking with Rex in the tunnels “… if only you were there Denal,” I chuckled “you should have seen him, he walked straight into a bar, it was such a loud thunk. I pretty sure there’s going to be bruise, at first I thought for sure he had suffered a concussion.”

“What happened?” He chuckled, keeping his voice low.

“Turned around all innocent, acting like nothing happened telling us to turn on our night vision. Jokes on him, mine was already on.”

Denal couldn’t help himself he let out a laugh, a lot louder then he intended; but he could simply see his vod trying to remain cool and collected in front of his girl. His hud flashed, indicating a comm coming in, “Denal”

“Denal, I need you to send Nerium to meet the General” Rex’s voiced came through clear.

“What happened?”

“The no good bounty hunter electrocuted the Commander, ships breaking up, so we need to move fast. Have her meet them one floor below you, at the entrance of the hangar, we’ve cleared the way to the hangar. Minimal danger here.”

“Sending her now”

“Copy that”

“Rex needs you to meet the Commander and the General at the hangar entrance. She’s been electrocuted by that creep.”

“Do you know if she’s lost consciousness?”

“Rex didn’t say anything”

“Copy that, I’ll head there right now”

“Watch your six”

“You too, Denal. You guys stay safe. Don’t forget to turn on your night vision” Denal’s shoulders shook up and down, as he tried to suppress the laughter, I looked at the rest of our group, they all nodded to me, I pulled out both of my blasters and headed towards Anakin and Ahsoka.

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“Denal, let me look at your injury, I don’t want it to get infected.”

“It’s fine” he mumbled out, barely glancing up to look at me, clutching on to his arm tighter.

“Denal…” my voice was quieter.

Rex placed his hand on my shoulder pulling me back, and walking me to a corner of the shuttle “Give him some time.” Rex’s voice cut into my helmet, he’d opened up the private comm channel between us, “He lost his men, he just needs some time to make peace with it.”

“I know, I just want to help him, babe”

“I know cyar’ika, just wait till we get back onboard the Resolute to ask him to look at his wound, it’s not a serious injury. Once he’s in his proper headspace, you can dote on him all you want.” Although his words were comforting, there was still a hint of jealousy ringing through.

“Aww, are you jealous?”

“Pfft, please”

“Want me to dote on you when we get back?”

“Maybe … however, I’m not injured.”

“Well then, I’ll make sure to give him all my attention.”

Rex stepped closer to Nerium, his hand holding her wrist gently, “All your attention?”

“Thought you weren’t jealous”

“You didn’t answer my question”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Rex, after all we’ve been through, are you really jealous?”

“No. Yet, I barely see you as it is.”

“Well when we’re back on triple zero, we should fix that. Shouldn’t we?”

“Meaning?”

I took in a deep breath, after Denal lost his men, losing some of our men trying to get to Cad Bane and the holocron, losing Master Ropal, I knew what I wanted, “Maybe we can spend time together outside of the barracks”

“Really? Where exactly?” Rex knew what she was referring to but he needed to hear it from her, plus it was fun to tease her like this.

“At my apartment”

“You have an apartment?”

“Did you think you knew all my secrets?” I chuckled as I took in his head tilt.

“I’m looking forward to knowing all of your secrets, but only when you’re ready to show them to me”

“I’m ready”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, and if we weren’t surrounded by Anakin and everyone else, I would take off my helmet and show you, how sure I am.”

“Then we should make it back to triple zero as soon as possible”

“I agree”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“How’s Nerium?” Pepper asked as she glanced over to Kix, they were on their way back to triple zero after losing not only the holocron but Cad Bane.

He let out a sigh filled with deep sadness, another brother gone, another life snubbed out because of war, “She’s pretty upset. Both her and Rex are having a hard time, she blames herself for leaving their side; and for not noticing that something was off about Denal.”

“Didn’t General Skywalker even say he didn’t notice, how could she …”

He held up his hand as she was talking, his way of telling her to stop before she went too far, “You don’t understand Neri, it’s not that …” he ran his hand over his scalp, there really wasn’t anyway for Pep to know her, they spent barely any time together before she was shifted to the 104th, “she spent a lot of time with Denal, he was having a hard dealing with some of his regrets. She was doing her best to help him deal with what happened on Mimban. It took a long time before he actually opened up to her, but when he finally did, they became really good friends. Especially, since he was close to Rex.” Pepper retook her seat on the bunk Kix was currently lying in, his head propped on the pillow against the durasteel wall, one of his arms adding extra support to his neck, “She blames herself for not noticing Denal had been replaced by Cad Bane; well both her and Rex blame themselves for not noticing.”

“Because they both noticed something was off with him but neither one pushed it, chalking it up to the grief of losing his men.”

“Exactly. I think it also made her realize how easily she could have lost Rex; or worse how easily she could’ve lost him and no one noticing.”

She nodded at his statement, it was one thing she was grateful for, Kix hadn’t had to go with them on this mission, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be future missions he would have to go with them. Since she wasn’t a combat medic, she wouldn’t be able to join him in the field like Neri would’ve been able to, that alone made her apprehensive of when he would finally head off.

She shifted back on the bunk curling up beside him, resting her hand on his bare chest, as her head found his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her in closer to him, he placed a kiss on her head.

“You know, I can’t lose you. Especially, since I just found you, Kix.”

“I know, cyar’ika. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere” he pressed a long kiss on the crown of her head, “I promise. I can’t lose you too, Pep.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Plo stood beside Rex as they waited for Nerium to be done with the tests she was currently undergoing with the Jedi healers, “Would you allow this old man to give you some advice, Captain?”

Rex glanced over to the General, who surprisingly and shockingly took Neri under his wing as quickly as he had with his own men, “Of course, General”

“Please call me Plo or Plo’buir as my battalion has loving adopted.”

“Of course, General Plo”

The Captain’s reaction made him chuckle a little, “There are those who do not view clones with the respect they deserve or value them as they should be”

“With all due respect General, that’s nothing new. It is something all of us clones have had to learn to deal with since coming into this universe, especially here on triple zero.”

“I understand, unfortunately and ashamedly some Jedis have adopted this view. We’ve tried our best to steer them in correcting their opinion, some have seen their error and how quickly it is to be affected by the dark side, others less so. A darkness is brewing all around us. Things will become … more difficult I fear.”

“I don’t understand what you are getting at General Plo”

Plo let out a deep sigh, “What Nerium saw was a fore gleam of the future, what transpired with the holocron, with Cad Bane, only reinforces what she saw; and the mere fact it is only a stepping stone of the Sith Lord’s reach. In some way, shape or form she is connected with the Sith Lord. He will be trying again to get a hold of her, my fear is he will make another attempt soon, and when that happens …”

“… we might not be able to save her”

“Exactly, and I do not mean simply from him. The dark side is a powerful enemy, but the light side is an ever more powerful ally. There will be more difficult days ahead, not just for her, but for you as her … friend, Captain.”

“Sir, if this is about …”

“I am simply making you aware of the possibility of what could happen, Captain Rex. I will do my best to help her overcome whatever may be present before her, I hope you will help her do the same. I only ask you heed my counsel Rex, remain wary and vigilant, our enemies are growing, and several will not take kindly to those who support clones not to mention, to those who have formed close bonds with them.”

“What are you trying to say, General?”

“Nerium may be in greater danger than either of us realize” Plo turned from watching the current test she was undergoing to focus on Rex, “I believe when she was injured originally on Onderon, something happened that allowed her to see part of the Sith Lord’s plans; or a more likely scenario her connection with the force awakened at that moment”

“You believe she saw the future during that moment?”

“Possibly, maybe she has been unaware of it’s impact on her, as it has slowly been manifesting its way to the surface of her conscience mind to understand.”

“Her inexplicable desire to serve with the 501st?”

“Precisely, her actions up to this moment, could be from her subconscious mind directing her to help us in someway”

“Are you saying …” Rex didn’t know quite how to put this, “are you saying sir, that everything she has experienced until now has not been what she wanted, but rather what the Sith Lord wants her to do?”

“I cannot answer that Rex, you probably know her best out of everyone. You and Kix. However, it is something to consider, and if even in her subconscious she is working with us, that gives me hope.”

Rex had never felt so speechless before, was he saying that everything he and Nerium had experienced, all the moments of confessions of love, their kisses, their moments of tenderness, everything had been because something was directing her to do it, not because she wanted to be with him? No. No that couldn’t be true, the way she looked at him, held his hand, the way she wanted to live her life with him, it couldn’t be a facade. It was real. It had to be. Maybe the General was right and she did see something during her time in the tank, or maybe it was her that appeared to him when he faced Ventress, however that doesn’t mean that she would have just been with because her subconscious directed her to him and even if it did - did that negate their relationship?

“Of course, this is pure speculation on my part Rex, however it would make the most sense. At least until we learn the results of her tests.”

“I’ll be vigilant, General Plo”

“I know you will, Captain” Plo placed his hand on Rex’s shoulder, “Your … attachment and affection for her is clearly evident, Captain. Her attachment and affection for you is as bright as any star. I do not believe her attachment to you would change, nor do I believe it is a facade.”

Rex turned to look at the General beside him, “I didn’t …”

“It would have been a logical assumption, given what I just stated. Her feelings for you are quite real Captain. Have no fear with regards to how she views you. Bare in mind, Skywalker, Kenobi and myself may have turned a blind eye to the situation growing between the two of you, but that does not mean others will. It is clear the Sith Lord does not want you two together, which is an advantage we must consider. I simply will state, you both will need to be wary of your feelings when around others.”

Rex didn’t know why but the General’s statement felt like a vibroblade piercing his heart, “Are you telling me I have to let her go? Or to use her as a tool to fight this war?”

“On the contrary,” Plo smiled underneath his breathing mask, as he gave his blessing to the one who captured his adoptive daughter’s heart, “I’m telling you to cherish her and protect her with everything you have; I believe our solution and the end of the war lies with the two of you. In short son, I’m saying do not let her go for anything.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Let me get this straight, you want me to increase guard presence in the mechanic’s wing of GAR Headquarters because you have a crush on someone.”

“I do not have a crush” Wolffe’s growled at his vod.

“Right?” Fox’s tired eyes narrowed on his vod, “Yet, you want my already stretched thin and tired men to put in even more hours to look after one civilian?”

“I want you to help a citizen of the Republic, who seems to have to be on alert at all times due to her supervisor. After all they do for us …”

“Wolffe, come on” Fox leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, “who are you fooling - you can’t stand civvies any more than I can stand the Chancellor - what’s really going on?”

Wolffe let out a low growl as his eyes narrowed on his brother, “Nothing is going on. I’ve only met this person once. However, they helped out Medic Nerium when she first arrived …”

“Nerium? As in the one who defected from the Confederacy, Nerium?”

“You know her?”

Fox simply nodded, he had been impressed with her fortitude when he met her, “I met her a while ago when they wanted her to work as the Chancellor’s aide, she turned it down not caring how it may have looked. Told them, she couldn’t be working in safety and comfort knowing our brothers were sacrificing their lives for the Republic. She was adamant about it, telling them flat out she felt she could do the most good working on the front lines.” Fox simply smirked “She became a medic? Huh. Good for her.”

“Seems like you’re the one with the crush, vod”

He let out a chuckle, “Hardly. Simple admiration and respect ner vod. Who’s this person you wanted to have extra security?”

“Her name is Mafs, designation JASP93, Mechanic and Tech Engineer.”

Fox grabbed his datapad making notes, “You said she’s having trouble with her supervisor?”

“According to Nerium, yes.”

“Anything else, I should be aware of?”

“She’s a single mom, looked after her kid when her husband passed away two years ago. He died defending the previous Chancellor.”

“I meant with regards to the reason she needs the extra security” Fox raised his eyebrow, doing his best to quell the smirk that was wanting to appear on his lips.

“No, nothing else that I can think of”

“All right, I’m not going to guarantee anything, but I’ll see what I can do”

“That’s all I ask, ner vod”

True to Fox’s word there had been an increase of security present in the mechanic’s wing. Some of the guards however, looked like a bunch of shinies but at least there was some form of protection, not just for Mafs but for others that were there.

Wolffe walked around the mechanic’s area, heading to a very distinct section, looking for a specific table. Every so often he stopped to ask one of the workers for directions, eventually finding the person he was looking for; he was grateful he had his helmet on - preventing for a quick identification as to who he was, although who knew if they would’ve been able to remember who he was. After all, they only met once, briefly.

Yet, he didn’t hold back, dropping the damaged jet pack on the mechanic’s table with a loud clang, smirking as her shoulders jumped from the impact. The magnifiers she was wearing jolting on her head, her hand gripping the soldering iron in her hand, as her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Mafs stopped her soldering, pushing back the magnifiers with her wrists, looking up from her work at the jetpack in front of her. The dark gray and white striped jet pack was unique and oddly pleasing to the eyes; yet, she wasn’t about to give in to whoever this idiot was who thought he could just skip the line. She looked at the hand still resting on the pack, the black gloves clenching on the top, she followed the arm noticing the similar dark grey accent against the white armour, her eyes trialing all the way to the wolf accented helmet staring down at her.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, who you think you are, who you perceive yourself to be in your own little world, but there is a system in place to getting repairs done. You dropping your equipment on my desk is not going to make me want to help you either” she motioned with her hand for him to leave, “so take your stuff off my desk and go see the Assignment Officer.”

Wolffe watched as she focused back on her task pushing the magnifiers back down, “I don’t want someone else to touch my equipment” he growled.

“Well that’s not my problem” she finished soldering the wires in front of her, wiping off the soldering iron on a damp cloth beside her, before placing it back in it’s holder, “I have about seventy-five orders ahead of you, and frankly I don’t see why I should help you to jump the line. Especially, since I don’t know who you are or why you felt I should be the one to help you” talking while her focus remained on the datapad in front of her.

He thought about it, why should she bump him? Well simple, he helped her out, though she didn’t know it. Not to mention, he couldn’t tell her, otherwise she’d have known Nerium told him about the situation she was currently dealing with at work, possibly causing a rift between the two of them, and that’s not something he would do to his vod’ika. Yet, what could be a valid reason? Okay, if he was honest, he was highly impressed with the comms she gave Rex and Nerium, and if she could do something as spectacular as that, she definitely could handle his pack.

There was nothing but silence coming from the Commander in front of her, she may not know who he was, but the way he carried himself was evident of his authority, “You’ve got about two minutes to make your case, if I’m not convinced, you’ll have to go to the Assignment Officer” she mumbled as she closed the datapad, testing out the current, before turning it on.

“I’ll owe you one”

She looked up again at the wolf helmet, “Yeah … so you’ll what? Look after my kid for an evening?” She shook her head, as she turned on the datapad. She tested a few functions, before turning it off, grabbing a packaging slip from the drawer beside her. “Listen I’m sure you think you owing me one is going to make all the difference in the world to me, but that’s not a good enough reason.”

“Why are you always this difficult?”

Her hands froze as her eyes found the visor once again, “Always? I’m sorry have we met before?”

“You really don’t know who I am?”

“Listen here, grey fangs, I’m sure there are plenty of women, who know who you are, and would probably trip over themselves just to help you. However, I do my work fairly, without prejudice and without expecting favours; it’s the only way everyone gets what they need. Don’t feel bad everyone gets treated the same regardless of rank whenever they come to me. Please also remember, everyone is in the same boat, everyone needs their equipment ASAP and you ‘owing me one’ is not …”

“Commander Wolffe!” A voice rang out behind them, he turned to see two of the 501st saunter over to him.

Mafs eyed the grey armour in front of her before looking over to the two men who were irritating but fun to have around at times. How did she not recognize the man who Nerium had mentioned was her new Commander? She met him only once but his grating and grumpy personality should have made it very clear to her who he was.

“Jesse, Hardcase, what are you doing here?” Wolffe answered through clenched teeth.

“Hey Mafs” Hardcase waved at her, “we were told our stuff was ready?”

“Yeah, give me a second” she was grateful for the excuse to get away from him, the Commander in front of her was driving her nuts. The same way he did that night at 79’s. Who did he think he was, just demanding she work on his jet pack as though she didn’t have other work to contend with. Ugh! Was he always use to getting his way? So because he was Nerium’s Commander she should what roll out the red carpet for him?

Her steps were filled with annoyance as she walked closer to the F.R.R (Finished Repair Room), “Mafs” oh maker, no. It was that man. She took in a deep breath as her hand hovered by the door to the storage unit. She willed her nerves to calm down, not because she was nervous, but rather she didn’t want to commit murder especially with the increased Corrie Guard presence. She turned cautiously to look at her supervisor.

“Sir?”

“What are you doing over here?” His eyes slowly took her in, as his tongue licked his lips. It sent a chill down her spine and made her feel sick to her stomach. He was always careful to push the line but never quite go over the line, knowing it would give her the excuse needed to react back.

“Retrieving a finished repair” she almost wanted to add a rather explicative curse word at the end, why else would she go to the F.R.R, what a dumbass.

“Need help?” He stepped closer, crowding her against the door, “Sometimes it difficult to handle such a large equipment on your own, you need the assistance of others.”

She stepped further away from him, “Thank you, but that’s not necessary. I’m fine on my own” her hand clenching by her side, if this man didn’t step back she was going to throttle him.

“Why won’t you let me ease your tension?” His thick dirty finger, reached up and inched closer to her face, maker even his hand smelled disgusting, she thought it was just his breath.

“I’m fine, sir. Please step back, I do not appreciate you being this close to me.”

“Why are you so difficult JASP93? I could make your work here easier, if you just allowed me to help you out. Don’t you want that? Give yourself more energy for more enjoyable things”

His innuendos were not lost on her, and he was really pushing the line this time, all he had to do was lay a hand on her and she should react, claiming self-defence. She watched as his hand was inching closer, closing the distance as he was about to touch her face. His head inched closer too, he licked his lips, his last meal still clinging to the tip of his tongue and teeth, it made her want to gag.

Just as she was about to react, a black glove held on to his wrist causing the man’s face to contort as though he was suffering an unimaginable pain, Mafs followed the glove to the vambrace, seeing the same dark grey accent.

“I believe the lady asked that you step back”

Wolffe pushed her supervisor further away, stepping in front of her, blocking her from his view. She felt relief for the first time, in a long time. Many of the other workers were afraid to step in, afraid to lose their only source of income for their families. Yet despite the relief, she also felt annoyed at his term of ‘lady,’ she wasn’t some helpless damsel in distress, she was just bidding her time, till she could make a proper claim of self-defence, so she wouldn’t lose her job.

“Listen you …” the man began as he clutched his wrist against his chest, only for two Coruscanti Guards to rest their hands on his shoulders, squeezing a little tighter then necessary to keep him still.

“Sir you’re coming with us. Ma’am?” they directed towards Mafs, she leaned out from behind her protector.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to press charges?”

“Um … I …”

“You do JASP93, and you can find yourself …” Wolffe didn’t let him finish, as his hand wrapped around the man’s throat.

“Do. Not. Talk. To. Her.” He growled out, his two Coruscanti vode ignored his actions, keeping their visors trained on her.

“Ma’am?”

“Yes. I would like to press charges.”

At her statement, Wolffe released his hold stepping back in front of her, Jesse and Hardcase stood off to the side, blocking everyone else’s view of what seemed to be transpiring.

“Very well, as per section 15.76.1 subsection B of the Coruscanti Penal Code, you are hereby charged with harassment in the workplace, uttering threats, and attempted assault. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used in the court of law. Do you understand these rights as I have directed stated towards you?” Thire’s eyes narrowed on the man currently being put in binders.

“Yes”

“Good” he lowered his head and voice till it was beside the odious man’s ear, “Please, feel free to resist arrest so we can have an excuse to beat your ass all the way to the prison cell.”

The man looked from one trooper to the next, narrowing his eyes when he found Mafs again, vowing to seek revenge on her in some way or fashion.

Wolffe watched as they carded the man away, he turned to look at the woman he had met only a few days before, she looked shaken and pale, “Are you okay?”

Mafs clenched her hands by her side, she narrowed her eyes, clenching her jaw as she locked eyes with the Commander’s visor, “How dare you!”

Her eyes darted from the Commander in front of her to Jesse and Hardcase, she felt tears begin to prick her eyes, she turned her back on him entering the storage, slamming the door closed behind her. She didn’t even know why she reacted the way she did, or why she was angry with him. She wasn’t. She was grateful he stepped in; but somehow he made her feel … weak and pathetic. She felt embarrassed in front of him.

Wolffe was taken aback by her reaction, did he do something wrong?

He just wanted to help. He saw the way her eyes widened with a hint of fear. The way the man crowded her. The way none of her colleagues reacted. The fact they were in a blind spot to the Guards, worried him, he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

Could he? What did he do wrong?

He pushed all thoughts away, resigning within himself that all civvies were the same, they only looked at clones as nuisances and waste of Republic funds. He turned to look at Jesse and Hardcase shrugging his shoulders, pushing the pain he felt away.

“Don’t take it personally, she’s probably just working through her emotions right now. You gotta admit that was intense, and you did choke a guy” Jesse offered

“Maybe we should give her some space, let’s wait over by her desk” Hardcase suggested, directing the other two towards their previous position.

Wolffe simply nodded heading over to her desk. His eyes took in the damaged jet pack, what exactly was he hoping for? Wouldn’t it be simpler and easier to just get a new one? Plo’buir already told to just requisition a new one.

Maybe it was a bad idea to try to fix it. It was just a momentary weakness of nostalgia wanting to repair the jet pack that had been his life line on more than one occasion. Maybe he should just scrap it rather than try to convince her to fix it for him, along with his pathetic attempt to apologize for his behaviour the first time he met her. Just like she said, who was he to her? His hand clenched by his side, his annoyance growing, why did he care about some stupid civvie who clearly didn’t want his help. Screw it.

“Tell her not to worry about the jet pack, tell her to chuck it” He turned to walk away, offering no further explanation or statement.

“You’re going?” Hardcase asked

Wolffe paused for a mere second, answering over his shoulder “I have a meeting to get to.”

Neither Hardcase nor Jesse said anything further, they looked from one another to the jet pack on her desk, to the retreating form of the Commander who they respected and admired. “What do you think that was all about?” Jesse motioned towards Wolffe.

“Who knows, but I’ve learned sometimes it’s best not to ask when it comes to him”

“True”

It was another few minutes before Mafs came out from the storage room with two boxes, her eyes swollen from tears, her face flushed from embarrassment about what happened. She wanted to yell at the Commander again, wanted to tell him how dare he think of interfering she wasn’t some helpless girl who needed a rescue. But most of all she wanted to say thank you, for protecting her without a second thought and for not allowing that man to intimidate her. She wanted to apologize for her outburst. She looked around the space only seeing Jesse and Hardcase by her desk, the jet pack still in the same spot, but the Commander no where to be found, and for some inexplicable reason there was a weird sensation in her chest, it felt like a dense pit forming.

“Where did …”

“Oh, uh…” Jesse rubbed the back of his head, looking over to his batch mate hoping he would answer.

“He had a meeting to get to” Hardcase took over.

“Right,” Jesse added finally finding his courage to speak, “he also said to just chuck the jet pack, there was no need to fix it.”

Mafs looked at the jet pack, she didn’t know why but she just couldn’t shake the feeling in her chest, she felt … guilty, angry, embarrassed at her reaction. If her son had acted that way to someone who helped him, she would have grounded him and forced him to apologize.

“Mafs, you okay?” Jesse tilted his head as he looked at her, she hadn’t stopped looking at the jet pack the entire time she came back to her desk.

She shook her head out of her thoughts, looking at the two most chaotic clones of the 501st, “Yeah, sorry. Um … anyway, here” she gave each of them a box, “Fixed your helmets, good as new, and tweaked a few of the features. Now do your best not to smash these.”

“Awww, you take all the fun out of being a clone trooper” Hardcase whined as he donned his helmet.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” She chuckled, “I still don’t understand how you cracked these to begin with”

“Oh well see, there’s this game among bounty hunters, where two hunters wear helmets, and the run towards each other seeing who can knock the other one out by ramming themselves against the other.”

“I’m sorry?” She looked between the two, they simply nodded in agreement to Jesse’s explanation, “You trying to give each other brain or neck injuries? What kind of dumb, idiotic …”

Hardcase held up his hand, “Okay, okay, we get it. We got yelled at for two days by Kix and by Nerium when she found out, we don’t need to hear it again”

Mafs rubbed her eyes, hoping to erase the irritation that lay there, “Fine. Whatever. Anyway, boys I got work to get back to, take the boxes and make sure to sign out in the Retrieval Log.”

“Will do. Thanks Mafs” they both shouted in unison.

“Hey, before you go, what battalion is that Commander from?”

“Commander Wolffe is part of the 104th Battalion, Mafs.”

“Same one, Nerium is now a part of” Jesse stated, he missed Nerium. He got to see her and spend some time with her for a bit when they went after Cad Bane, but she was pretty shaken with Denal’s death. In fairness, she always was shaken a little by any troopers death.

“Thanks” Mafs focused back on the jet pack on her desk, well if there was any way to bump the line, making her feel guilty and stepping in to protect her was a good way to do it.

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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 15 – The Bounty

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warning: Angst/Tension/Pain

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

not yet proof read cause' my migrane is killing me -.-

Part 15 - The Bounty

"What kind of problem?" asked Crosshair sharply.

Lando spread his arms a little helplessly and said, "We have an intruder who refused to identify himself, landed without permission, and has already killed one of my guard squads."

"Holy crap," Echo muttered.

"You can say that again," Crosshair grumbled.

Tech frowned and asked, "What does the surveillance video say?"

Lando shrugged helplessly as well as frustrated, " Not working. Got overloaded and all burned out, I don't know how exactly that happened, but I'm guessing whoever is after you guys, they must be professionals"

"What do you know about the ship?" echoed Tech.

"An armed transport," Lando explained "As things stand, I suspect an experienced bounty hunter"

"Identification?", Crosshair wanted to know.

"Justifier"

Echo and Tech listened up and looked critically at each other. Crosshair who had noticed the glances, looked nervously from one to the other.

"What's going on? You guys know something," he grumbled impatiently.

Echo sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Justifier is the ship of that guy who almost killed Hunter when he kidnapped Omega."

Crosshair frowned critically, he didn't know the story yet.

Lando asked, "Does this guy have a name?"

Tech nodded, "A Duros named Cad Bane. He's pretty well known, a-"

"Master marksman, feared, even in his own bounty hunter ranks. Yeah I've actually heard that name before," Calrissian interrupted Tech.

Crosshair looked nervously from one to the other.

"That sounds bad," he remarked, casting an uncertain glance over his shoulder at you.

"Indeed," Tech said "He's one of the very few bounty hunters who regularly messed with the Jedi in their time, he even gave Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker trouble. We definitely can't underestimate this Duros."

Crosshair looked around, he felt naked without his rifle, especially now.

"All our weapons are in the Marauder," Echo spoke his thought.

Lando shook his head and said, "No they are not."

He waved two of his men into the room and they came in with a box and set it down. When Lando opened the lid, Crosshair saw their weapons inside.

"You've been thinking ahead, I like that," he said, grabbing his rifle.

Echo and Tech also took out their blasters and all three checked their weapons.

Lando finally smiled again and said: „You are welcome. I thought the odds are better for all of us if you have your gear“

Echo nodded, confirming: „Good thinking“

Tech looked around critically and said, "I don't like having to say this, but we should split up."

Echo frowned unwillingly.

But before anyone could object, he said, "We're supposed to be in the Marauder in case Hunter reports in. Crosshair certainly won't leave Y/N's side, so we have no choice."

Lando interjected, "I'll leave some of my people outside the door, a few guards, just in case, and there are already some at your ship as well."

Crosshair gritted his teeth, but knew Tech was right, if Hunter called in he needed to know immediately what was going on, both to warn him, Wrecker and Rex and to make sure they got back as quickly as possible because they were needed here.

The Sniper finally nodded and said, "Maybe one of you should stay here and I should go to the Marauder."

Astonished, his brothers looked at him.

"I didn't expect that," Tech admitted bluntly.

Crosshair sighed, "Chances are Bane is here because of me, if I stay with Y/N I might just put her in danger"

If he was really right and this someone, whoever it might be, was really here for him, he didn't want to put you in danger. He didn't want you to get between the fronts, perhaps even get a stray blaster shot. You were already hurt, and probably because of him.

"What if he's after Clone Force 99 in general?" interjected Echo, "We shouldn't split up".

He didn't seem to like the idea at all.

Echo added, "We are weaker when we separate!"

Of course he was right, but that didn't change the facts and the circumstances.

Tech shifted his goggles and said seriously, "We need to make a decision, now"

There were noises outside the door, only brief and not particularly loud, but Crosshair listened anyway. His gut feeling told him something was off about it. The others didn't seem to notice it, because they continued talking.

Tech spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What?" he asked, because he hadn't understood his brother.

The door of the infirmary opened, turning his attention away from Tech again.

There was no one to be seen, but an object came rolling in. The moment they realized what it was, it was too late. The small object beeped, buzzed, and suddenly some kind of electrical charge shot through the room.

A stun grenade.

Everyone in the room dropped to the floor. They were paralyzed but fully conscious. Corsshair could see that the guards outside the door were taken out.

He heard footsteps, then saw someone appear in the doorway. A figure with a hat, a long leather coat and a weapon belt. Under the brim of the hat, two large red eyes peered into the room from a blue face.

"Do you mind if I make the decision for you?" spoke Bane in a low, calm voice, "Best stay right there, together."

He came striding further into the room, unhurried, relaxed. His presence filled the room, like a predator entering a room full of helpless prey. He stepped over Lando and his men, stopped beside Crosshair, and looked down at him with his head tilted slightly to one side.

"Look at that glare. Somebody doesn't like me. But you know what, after today, you're going to hate me even more than you might right now," he said, showing part of his pointy teeth in a small smile.

Bane's gaze drifted to the tank, Crosshair wanted to jump up, turn, reach for him, do something, but his limbs didn't obey him.

"You know," Bane continued to speak calmly "I'm not here for any of you clones. There's quite an interesting bounty on your heads, but not nearly as high as there is for that chick over there"

Crosshair felt his guts want to knot up, he hadn't expected that, none of them had. Who the hell would put a bounty on your head!!!

Bane stepped over Crosshair, Echo and Tech, heading for the Bacta Tank and out of Crosshair's field of vision as he couldn't turn, but he heard him speak.

"Interesting pendant," he laughed softly "I guess I was right about you really hating me after today. The tattoo, your name, her pendant. She's your girl isn't she?"

Crosshair's pulse quickened, his brain screaming at his body to move and do something, but his body didn't obey.

Bane looked at the silent medic droid and asked, "How bad are her injuries? Is she transportable without dying?"

"Three broken ribs and several bruises. She can be transported, but it is not recommended, she will be in a lot of pain," the droid enlightened him.

"Hmm," Bane made, "I can't take that into consideration."

He took a hover stretcher from the wall next to him, activated it next to the tank so that it hovered there horizontally, then entered something into the control panel of the Bacta tank. A hiss was heard, then the liquid slowly drained.

Blinking, you woke up. Confused, you realized that you were still in a lot of pain. You thought when they wake you, you'd actually feel better, but you clearly didn't.

Then you saw the strange person standing next to you, who did not look like medical personnel at all. A Duros, dressed as you would imagine a Bountyhunter to be.

The stranger opened the tank and took the oxygen mask from you.

"Who are you, what is this?" you pressed out between your teeth.

"Pain?" he asked simply.

You frowned.

"Is that a question or your name?" you murmured.

"If you're not well-behaved, both," he returned flatly.

He was not here to help you, that much was clear.

Bane waved the droid over.

"Put her on the bar, strap her to it and give her a painkiller, preferably a sedative, it will make things easier".

Panic rose in you. What did this guy want from you? Where were Crosshair and the others?

The droid refused, explaining that this was not what his patient had in mind.

"Do it, or I'll kill every single person in this room, including you," Bane still threatened in a calm voice, and for some reason you knew this was not an empty threat.

The droid was doing what it was programmed to do, what was necessary to keep its patient alive, so it complied after all.

You wanted to sit up, to fight back, but the very first movement drove through your chest so painfully that you felt dizzy and saw starbursts.

"Fuck..." you groaned.

Bane smiled, baring his creepy, pointy teeth.

"Lie still, you'll hurt yourself," he sneered.

When you felt the needle, you cursed, called for Crosshair in panic and fear, but your senses faded incredibly fast, within a few heartbeats, you fell asleep again.

Crosshair heard you talking, casting every curse he knew in his mind. He still couldn't move, he didn't know exactly when the effect would wear off, the grenade Bane had used was not familiar to him.

When you called out to him it felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart, he heard the fear in your voice. You needed him and he was literally paralyzed, he was here in the very same room as you and still couldn't do anything. The anger, frustration and worry was overwhelming.

Bane finally walked past him with the stretcher, Crosshir saw you lying on it, obviously already sedated. He had at least had the decency to cover you up, or maybe that had been the droid.

Bane looked at him briefly and said, "I'm almost certain we'll meet again. I can't wait to see if you're really as good a shot as I've heard. But for now, I must take my leave. See you around."

Helplessly, Crosshair, Tech and Echo watched as Bane took you out of the infirmary.

On the way out, he used a com device on his wrist: "Todo, start the engine, we're about to leave".

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