#trilla writes

[spookiekewchie]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: og form!Ryomen Sukuna x woc!reader

Summary: Sukuna has some points to prove.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: my poor attempt at coming out of retirement, monsterfucking bc sukuna, mean!sukuna (imean is there any other type of sukuna?), rough sex, restrained reader, crying, possessive behavior, there's a slap, biting, bloodplay (sukuna bites the reader with his fangies), p in v, this is literally just filth with no plot or reason, sorry not sorry.

A/N: Yeeeah so if this is trash my bad. It's been a minute since I wrote anything, but leave it to the walking red flag that is sukuna to drag me out of retirement smh. I gave it a look over but I might have missed some errors and typos. My bad if I did. The divider is by @cafekitsune

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don’t forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Sukuna laughs, the sound just as mean as it always is coming from him. It’s a mocking sound as he looks down on your panting form, a hard thrust of his fat cock spearing into you just for good measure, all so he can watch the way you tremble and choke on your screams. This is how he likes you, helpless, trapped under him as two of his hands hold your thighs apart and the other two hands keep your wrists pinned. There’s nothing you can do to escape him as he fucks you past your limits, using you until you think you might truly break apart on his cock. 

He’s obsessed with pushing you to this point, craves seeing that proud attitude of yours crumble as he fucks you mindless and reminds you of your place. Under him, at his mercy, his to possess and own because he can’t let you go. It’s not love, but merely obsession. The closest he can get to such a cursed emotion, and with every thrust that drives his cock deep inside you he punishes you for making him feel this way. You’re under his skin, in his thoughts, worming your way in so much so that you can push him to moments like these where his self control shatters. He can’t let you go because he won’t have his perfect pet used against him, and he won’t kill you because despite all his meanness he wants you close. 

You know it too, that’s why you push buttons, and do what no one else would ever dare to do. Because you know you’ll get away with it with your life intact. Your ability to walk on the other hand? Well that might take a day or two, at the least, to recover. This is your only real revenge against Sukuna, pushing him and provoking him to act on what he feels just so you know you aren’t the only one affected by his obsession with you. Funny how your revenge always ends up with you in tears though. 

“S…sukuna, please…” There it is, what he wants to hear out of you. That broken, tearful plea for mercy that he has no intention of showing you. The hands at your thighs move to push your knees to your chest, spreading you open more for his benefit than your own. The sound you make when he manages to sink even deeper inside you is like a sweet symphony to the King of Curses as he shifts both of your wrists into one hand so he can grip your chin with the other. 

He leans down, turning your head to the side. You shudder when you feel his tongue dragging over your pulse point before you feel his fangs dragging against it. Your mind is too lost to try and stop him, and you can only give another broken, sobbing moan when you feel him bite down. It hurts for only a moment before he soothes over the place he’s bitten, tasting the sweetness of your blood with a heady groan. You know he’s marked you in a place that you won’t easily be able to hide. You clench around him, so hard and so tightly that the formidable King of Curses lets out a deep rumbling growl as he lets his hips surge forward. “You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and each one draws a broken cry of pleasure from your lips.

The grip he has on your chin tightens, your head snapping forward as he forces your gaze to return to him. Tears stream down your cheeks, and he swears there’s no more beautiful sight than you being brought to tears by his cock. Sukuna grins, fangs dripping red, and his mouth still bloody from marking your flesh. He uses his grip on your jaw to make you nod your head. “Say it.” He commands, and you have no fight in you to deny him. 

“Yours. Only yours.” You sob, the pleasure overwhelming and far too intense. You’ve no idea how many times he’s forced you to fall apart around his cock, but you can feel yourself reaching that impossible peak again. You feel as if you’ll go mad if he pushes you past it again, and you try weakly to plead with him once more. “Please…I—” He cuts you off with a growl that reverberates through your whole being and strikes you silent. 

“You can.” Sukuna tells you simply, “and you will.” He continues, his cock continuing to rock into you again and again as he claims what’s his. “Now.” It’s an order, and your body bends to his will, the climax hitting you so hard that your vision whites out and you let loose a raw, hoarse scream as your essence floods his cock. Sukuna chuckles darkly at the way you go limp under him, his perfect broken toy. The thought of someone as strong as you, as defiant, and difficult under him like this is enough to send him careening the edge himself. “Who am I?” He questions, giving your cheek a sharp slap to rouse you enough to your senses to answer. 

“My king…” You mutter, words slurred and barely above a whisper with how exhausted you are. It’s enough though, just enough to have Sukuna chasing his own release until he spills deep inside of you. The sound of your pathetic needy mewls as his spend paints your walls, earns a low hum of approval, though he doubts you’re conscious enough to bask in it. 

“That’s what I thought.” He says, hands releasing your limbs while he pulls himself from your warmth, admiring the way he leaks out of you for a moment before his thick fingers are pushing his cum back into you with a laugh at the way you whine. “Perhaps you’ll think twice before trying to provoke me again.” His words are mocking despite knowing this is a lesson you will never learn. Sukuna hovers over you for a moment, watching your barely conscious form. If you could see it you’d swear he was on the verge of kissing you, the thought of you opening your eyes to see him so close with a look of…near fondness on his face is enough to make the King of Curses pull away. Muttering to himself he stalks over to where he’s cast off his robe, shrugging back into it with a mildly frustrated grunt before he calls out. “Uraume!” 

The loyal servant of Sukuna appears in a near instant, obediently awaiting instruction. “Clean her up, tend to the bruises and…” He pauses for a moment, silently cursing himself for the impulsive mark he’s left behind. “And her neck.” It’s all he says before he stalks off to contemplate just how much of a mistake it was to keep you this close. He doesn’t see the way Uraume scowls at the task they’ve been given, he would hardly care if he did. He knows that they will complete the task to the best of their ability, and you’ll be cared for in the end.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x black reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x woc!reader #sukuna reader #sukuna fanfic #sukuna fic #sukuna fanfiction #woc!reader #black!reader #trilla writes

[kanerallels]

So. This is happening, thanks to an ask I recieved

Honestly, I've missed this au. And I've reached the point at which I wanted to start posting again, and also this is in honor of the Ahsoka show coming out. Basically, it felt like it was about time, you know?

Anyways, prepare for some highly sporadic updates, but I'm back at it! First lines under the cut!

Taglist: @firefoxtessa @day-to-day-thots @auroramagpie @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @opalknight @seleneisrising @cassie-fanfics (let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

There was something comforting in the familiarity of making caf to Hera, the rhythm of it. She’d done it so many times that muscle memory would generally take over, leaving her free to contemplate whatever was on her mind of late.

And considering everything that had been happening lately, she had plenty to think about.

It was a little over a month since they’d rescued Kanan from Tarkin’s Star Destroyer over Mustafar, and things had only gotten crazier since then. They’d started working more closely with the Rebellion— picking up fuel and cargo, milk runs, the like. Hera had to admit, she liked working alongside Phoenix Squadron and the others, being part of such a big team. For a while, things had been, if not normal or easy, at least peaceful. To some degree.

But then they’d gotten a transmission from Maketh Tua, and they’d returned to Lothal.

#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ezra bridger #trilla suduri #quinlan vos #asajj ventress #kanera #the steve miller au #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[jinmukangwrites]

Just something little I wrote. I was going to use this for my BTHB card "handcuffed/manacled" but got to a point where I don't know how to continue to a resolved ending even if I was to make this a multi-chapter. But I also don't want to just scrap the idea. Idk, maybe this can inspire someone else. The idea simply came from "what if Cal is captured by the Empire on Bracca"

--

"To the Empire... we're all just expendable!"

"Yes," the second sister says, her voice calm like silk as she steps fluidly in front of Prauf, lifting her hand above his chest. "You are."

Red bursts from the saber in her hand, and Prauf's dying shout rings loud in Cal's ears. His heart shatters, vision becoming blurry with horror, fear, anger.

He screams, all of his terrifying emotions overriding his 5 year programming stay under the radar, pushing through his teeth in a throat burning "No!"

He lights his lightsaber before he can think about what that would mean. What that would change. The single act of lifting the humming orange blade is a final nail in the coffin, he can never go back to the life he tried so hard to hide in.

Right now, he doesn't care. All he can see is Prauf's face going slack. All he can hear is the pounding of his heart. All he can smell is burning flesh. All he can feel is adrenaline, moving his legs forward and swinging his arm around, aiming for the Second Sister's head.

With chilling grace, she lights a second blade to her saber, blocking his strike. Prauf slides off the first blade, crumbling to the floor. Cal knows he's already dead.

"Look at this," she says, and terror freezes Cal in place, pressing his blade against hers. "A lightsaber." The last word is spat out in a snarl.

She effortlessly pushes him away. He scrambles for purchase, the rain on slick stone doing nothing for his boots. His brain screams at him to defend himself; widen his stance and lift his blade how his Master taught him to... but it's been 5 years. He barely manages to lift his lightsaber and see somewhat straight before she throws him back into the air with a solid wall of Force. It knocks the air out of his chest, spins his head, blacks out his vision for just a second until he comes to a screeching halt with the hand of the larger woman who had come with the Second Sister.

She holds him by the scruff of his poncho, the collar pressing painfully into his neck, as she lifts him high like a pesky kitten. "I found the Jedi!"

Cal blinks, the word Jedi sending tendrils of pure panic into every single one of his muscles. He blinks the spots from his vision, then grinds his teeth. With a swing, he reignites his lightsaber and blindly attempts to cut the woman down.

She doesn't give him a chance, she throws him forward with a laugh before his blade can hit, and he tumbles on the soaking stone ground. The tumble is so painful and chaotic that his Master's lightsaber falls from his hands. He tries to get to his feet, but there's sudden, spine bending pressure on his back; it forces his torso and stomach down to the ground, pinning him like an insect collector's newest specimen. He scrambles, stomach clenching and twisting, heart in his throat, trying to reach his lightsaber or at least throw the woman's boot off from the small of his back, but her weight presses down on him, crushing him.

The familiar sound of a lightsaber being ignited rakes its claws down his nerve endings, desperation becoming poison as the hum of the blade gets closer, resting between his jaw and shoulder like a lazy threat. He gasps and becomes still, the heat of the blade practically threatening to boil the rain on his skin; the red light nearly blinding.

"Pathetic," the woman sneers, pressing down on his back further until he's sure the pressure will snap something. "Thought you'd put up more of a fight, scrap rat."

She lifts the blade, and for a second, the body-freezing terror makes it easy to accept what he knows will come next. The Galaxy turns slowly, and the rain nearly stops mid-air. He can see the other scrappers standing back, still at gunpoint from some of the black suited troopers. The Second Sister stands by coldly, looking entirely unphased in her smooth posture. The other woman screams, slamming her blade down at what will surely be his neck; and he waits for it.

"Wait."

The saber freezes, he can feel the tip mere breaths from the back of his neck.

"This rat is not worth our time," the woman snarls, but she does as she's told. Cal gets the feeling that the Second Sister, whoever she is, is ranked higher than every other imperial on this cliff edge. Perhaps, on the entire planet.

"He's young, Ninth Sister. Inexperienced. His emotions are so loud. He's..." The Second Sister walks toward them, her pace unbothered and almost effortless. She stops when her boot lands over Cal's lightsaber hilt. It's all he can see. He can practically hear the metal creek over the thundering rain. She doesn't break it, however, she keeps her weight perfectly balanced to only threaten. "Impressionable."

She bends down, slightly, bringing her emotionless helmet inside his field of view. Cal watches with a sick feeling as she looks down at the weapon beneath her boot, then back up at him.

"You couldn't have been older than a child," she says. "Who was your master, Padawan?"

When he doesn't answer, her voice grows saccharine.

"Someone I killed, perhaps? What Jedi gave their life so that you might live?"

Cal's been in hiding for a long time, but Bracca is practically a central beating heart of the Galaxies Mid Rim. Hyperspace lanes litter the system, bringing all kinds of people and a constant stream of Imperial manpower. Cal tended to avoid sticking his nose into anything that could possibly out him as a Jedi, but he's heard things, here and there.

People with red lightsabers; those who wield the Force and hunt their own. They slaughter and torture Jedi, and they're merciless about it.

Inquisitor, his brain finally supplies. They're called Inquisitors.

He wonders, distantly, how many Jedi this woman has killed. How many the Ninth Sister has. How many Jedi, good Jedi, Jedi that made it to Knighthood and Masters and hell, maybe even Council Members... fell by these traitor's hands?

What hope does he have? He was only a Padawan. He's weaker now than what he was as a Padawan. His swordsmanship is rusty, and his ability to connect to the Force is shattered... he's doomed.

That realization must show on his face, because the Second Sister laughs. She stands, shifting her foot and bringing his lightsaber up to her hand with a tug of the Force. Then, she silently lifts a single hand. The troopers behind her get into a quick stance, raising their blasters, and killing the other scrappers before Cal can even blink.

He screams as he watches them fall. He's barely even aware as the Second Sister cooly tells some of the troopers to restrain him. He watches as the others fall; some, he'd worked with. Some he talked too, perhaps not daily, but enough to where he knows their name, he knows them in the memories of borrowed tools or brushes of clothes against the bare skin of his arms.

Dead.

Because of him.

The Ninth Sister releases her foot, but he's quickly crowded by black garbed troopers. They wrench his arms behind his back, snapping something cold against his wrists. He has just a moment to feel echoes of fear, resignation, futility, loss, before the cuffs lock on, completely tearing the Force from him.

Everything goes silent, for just a moment. His mind is completely his own. Even as the troopers haul him up to his feet, the plates of their armor have no stories to tell. As a youngling, a Padawan, as a newly alone and terrified scrapper, he would have given anything to not be constantly hounded by thoughts and feelings that weren't his own... but with it torn away like this? With Prauf's body, all the bodies of good people, laying on the ground with holes through their vital organs?

He's never felt so alone.

"Call for a prisoner transport," the Second Sister says to her troopers. "We're bringing this one to Fortress Inquisitorius."

#jedi fallen order #cal kestis #trilla suduri #jin writes #star wars jedi fallen order #fanfiction

[laughingphoenixleader]

chapter 4 is up!!! Idk if anyone but like two people on here read this but here you go lol

@undying-lilies @kanerallels @accidental-spice

sneak peek under the cut!

That was the last time he ever saw a friendly face. 

He wonders if a goodbye would have made it better or only more painful.

The ride to the Fortress Inquisitorius passes by in a haze of fear, seeming to take hours as Cal’s dread grows more and more overwhelming, the urge to jump out the window or something similarly insane growing more and more powerful. The Sixth Brother’s promise to keep his friends safe is the only thing keeping him from doing something like that. Whatever happens to him, it’s worth it for them. 

(Whether that was proved to be true or not remains a mystery.)

#cal kestis #fanfiction #inquisitor au #inquisitor cal #jfo #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #bd 1 #nightsister merrin #trilla suduri #angst #sw fanfic #my writing #swr #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #star wars rebels #star wars #ezra bridger #sabine wren #kanera #garazeb orrelios #greez dritus #chopper #c1 10p #cere junda

[multifandomnonsense]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order Series (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merrin/Trilla Suduri | Second Sister Characters: Merrin (Star Wars), Trilla Suduri | Second Sister Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, swfsf2024, Alternate Universe - Trilla Suduri Lives, she also joins the Mantis crew, Established Relationship Series: Part 3 of SW Femslash February 2024 Summary:

Merrin and Trilla talk about home, both the ones they lost and the one they found

Femslash February Day 4: Home (from the prompts on the tumblr blog @starwarssapphicweek)

#swfsf2024 #fanfic #fan fic #star wars #jedi fallen order #nightsister merrin #merilla #trilla suduri #sky writes stuff

[moodiestmags]

“I should write a prequel to my oldest complete fic” I think, ignoring the one fic that only has two chapters left to finish, and the newest fic I’ve barely started writing.

#this is because my jedi fallen order phase creeped up out of nowhere #and I’m writing Trilla Suduri x Lirii stuff so #star wars #jedi fallen order #hep #help #cal kestis #rambles

[haleynwriter]

three is not a crowd - a merrin/cal/trilla taylor swift playlist

This is all because @exponential-disaster accidentally dared me into making a Taylor Swift playlist for Star Wars characters, and also her fic deserves every accolade and cheer possible.

art on playlist by @oldtestleper

Chapter 1: Cal Kestis

The Archer || I'm ready for combat. I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

mirrorball || I'm still a believer, but I don't know why

You're On Your Own, Kid || 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take

Chapter 2: Nightsister Merrin

my tears ricochet || I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

invisible string || time, mystical time, cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Mastermind || If you fail to plan, then you plan to fail

Chapter 3: Trilla Suduri

hoax || You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart

the great war || my knuckles were bruised like violets

this is me trying || maybe I don't quite know what to say

Chapter 4: Together

peace || would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

daylight - live from paris || I once believed love would be black and white, but now it's golden

sweet nothing || All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

#cal kestis #nightsister merrin #trilla suduri #merricaltrilla #merrical #star wars #jedi: fallen order #jedi: battle scars #jedi: survivor #is anyone surprised that this is mostly a folklore/evermore playlist lol #also that i gave all the anxiety songs to cal #anyways since elizabeth's fic happens like years before survivor none of that was taken into account #or merrin and cal's songs would've been even angstier #but ha guess what elizabeth is writing a trilla in survivor au!!! #anyways go read elizabeth's fics for clear skin #i made the playlist w/o the art bc adhd then found the art and asked for permission #permission was granted so added to post as well as playlist description

[mamawasatesttube]

i think that since bart is a gamer AND a geek, i might be within my rights to suggest that if he ever gets his spaceship back, he names it the mantis, in honor of jedi fallen order,

#rimi talks #over yesterday and today i watched a friend stream it for me and um. #hand on glass gazing miserably into the sky. TRILLA.... AUGH....... #im in shambles #and coincidentally i DID just start writing core four in space fic properly the other day. so i Do need a name for bart's ship. #SO I MEAN. I COULD ..............

[jedimasterbailey]

At long last, I have finally updated my most popular story, The Padawans after a year and half long hiatus 😅 Hope y’all enjoy!

#it feels so good to be back! #the padawans #my fanfic writing #barrissoka #ahsoka x barriss #ahsoka tano #barriss offee #luminara unduli #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #darth sidious #trilla suduri #star wars fanfiction #star wars

[jessicas-pi]

Midnight Snacks, Space PowerPoints, and Intercultural Jedi-Nightsister Relations for the WIP ask game!

ooh, this one is fun!! I was gonna share a snippet but then I started rambling soooo...

This si from my Problem Children AU, where Obi-Wan has a Padawan (a psychometric Mirialan boy) and Ventress has an apprentice (an awkward traumatized Nightsister girl.) Esme (the Nightsister girl) and Jadan (the Padawan) became friends, and so, when the Nightsisters were all killed, Esme and Asajj Ventress took one other survivor, Merrin, and went to Coruscant.

Why? Because Separatist space isn't safe for them anymore, and there's an old, old Republic law that basically gives them the legal right to claim sanctuary in the Jedi Temple. It's audacious enough that it WORKS, and they're put in a holding cell overnight (they dont get to just WANDER AROUND) while the Council decides what to do with them.

Coincidentally, Cal Kestis has a Space PowerPoint presentation on a Force-Using Non-Jedi Group due tomorrow morning in his Cultural Studies class that he hasn't even started yet, and Merrin got hungry and decided to dematerialize her way out of the cell and go look for a snack.

They meet and strike a deal: he can interview her about Nightsisters for his presentation if he shows her the way to the refectory and doesn't tell anyone that she broke out.

Buuut then she learns about all the Offensive Stereotypes in the galaxy surrounding Nightsisters and becomes very invested in this presentation being accurate and Done Right and well... the teacher did say they could work with partners? Like, Cal's pretty sure they meant a partner from the class but... this counts, maybe?

Meanwhile, Esme wakes up and finds that her Sister is missing and Freaks Out. She calls Jadan, convinces him to let her out of the cell, and they both go looking for Merrin and also awkwardly flirting a little cause theyre both totally smitten.

Then Obi-Wan wakes up and discovers that HIS PADAWAN is missing, and while he's looking for Jadan, he runs into Quinlan, and recruits him for the search...

#basically this fic is all cracky nonsense and characters running around after each other lol #also trilla is like. the TA sort of in cal's class. and she is about to have The Most Very Day tomorrow. #thank you for the ask!!! #the problem children au #jadan sa'al #esme ereth #fic ramble #jessica's writing nonsense

[hegrowth]

I just remembered I saw a Trilla cosplayer at di/sney world for St/ar War/s day and I'm so upset I didn't get a picture :c anyway. my SW experience is largely just me clutching my collectibles / fav characters to my chest while people talk about canon lore and stuff that I have no knowledge of. like. I bought Fallen Order because I thought it looked neat and really enjoyed playing it. I collect SW things because I think they're cool. idk does that make me a bad / fake fan ?

#《 ° selkie.exe 》 oh im trash just not approved trash #° personal ! #° to be deleted ! #100% of my anxiety about going into fandom spaces is not knowing enough and potentially being labeled as a fake / bad fan #its why i stopped writing in the assassins creed rpc tbh. i got behind on content. same with the marvel rpc actually. #its why im nervous about going into the bg3 rpc. because i have 0 knowledge and barely played the game. #its why i never wrote cal or trilla. because i was scared people would judge me for my limited knowledge of SW lore

[kanerallels]

Mantis crew combo of your choice, coffee shop au

Okay this one was REAL fun!

Being part owner of a coffee shop wasn’t exactly the easiest job in the world. Cere Junda had known that it would be hard when she bought into the Mantis Cafe, and the job had just proved her point.

It was hard enough being a small business in the world of chain restaurants and incredibly tricky rules surrounding the whole thing. But the Mantis seemed to have a habit of attracting lost souls, so to speak.

Cere shouldn’t have been surprised, as she herself definitely qualified. And her co owner, Greez Dritus was no better, as a burned out chef who owed a lot of money to the wrong people.

But then the others had begun to arrive. Cal Kestis, a college dropout and runaway who Cere had found in the back alley, fighting off a few members of the local gang. Originally, Cere had planned to just feed him and send him on his way. But it had been clear that he had nowhere to go. So she’d offered him a job on the spot.

There was no doubt about it, Cal definitely helped liven the place up. Part of this was his good natured humor— and he had a way with the customers. It wasn’t long before he’d won Greez over, too, and adopted the alley cat who Cere’s father had always fed before he passed away.

After that, the others came streaming in. Merrin, a girl with pale hair and an odd accent, who was standoffish with the others but Cal quickly befriended. Bode, who still hadn’t fully opened up to them, but cracked jokes with Cal and Greez easily. And Trilla, the girl who Cere had mentored through high school before both of their lives had fallen apart. Now she was back, and Cere was hoping for a fresh start.

It was starting to look like that was what this place was all about, after all.

#thanks for the ask!! #jfo #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #(no spoilers though!) #cal kestis #cere junda #greez dritus #nightsister merrin #trilla suduri #bode akuna #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[jasmines-library]

Not All Is Lost Masterlist

Summary: Alongside Cal Kestis and the rest of the crew on the Mantis, you fight to find the holocron to rebuild the Jedi order. But what happens when an old friend makes an appearance and you are soon reliving a past you tried so hard to forget?

Gender Neutral Reader

Main Masterlist

Read here:

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

#star wars #star wars x reader #writing #angst #fallen order #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #trilla suduri #second sister #x reader #gender neutral reader #nightsister merrin #cere junda #greez dritus #fallen order x reader

[heyitsaloy]

Dreams and Regrets: Trilla Suduri x AFAB!Reader

A/N: This idea is searing my brain at the moment, and I needed to write it out. Also, I should be working on the other fic, but oops. Probably shouldn't be writing this while I'm extremely tired, but I did it anyway.

Warnings: Reader death, angst, Order 66, and typed and wrote on my cell phone, so bad formatting and potential bad grammer. Use of Y/N. Also, the tense changes a lot, it's likely distracting, but it's how I write.

Word Count: I have no clue, sorry.

Trilla recognized that this was just a dream, a memory of a time long past.

The sun filtered in through the small hole at the top of the tent. Local wildlife hummed softly as Trilla opened her eyes. Next to her, with arms and legs entangled, is you, Y/N. She watched as you breathed softly through your mouth, lips slightly parted with the occasional snore slipping out occasionally.

Trilla loves these moments, brief pockets of time in a seemingly never-ending war, where the only people in the galaxy are you and her. Gently, she traced your face lazily with her hand, wanting to commit your face to her memory. Maker, Trilla wished that this could last forever. As usual, nothing good ever stays for long, in this relentless and cruel galaxy.

"Morning," you mumbled, sitting up slowly.

Your face briefly scrunched up as you opened your eyes to see Trilla. Tired, hazel eyes met yours. A light smile grew on your face as you woke up next to your girlfriend.

"Mornin'," she replied, "I believe that Master Tylon is looking for you."

You groaned, not wanting to face your master. The red-skinned Zeltron is not a patient man. Luckily, you kept your armorweave on and only had to add the light protective layers of the traditional padawan gear on.

As you gathered your things, you lifted Trilla's chin with two fingers and kissed her softly.

"I'll see you soon, Tril," you whispered against her lips, "I love you until the end of the galaxy and beyond."

Five long years have passed since the issue of Order 66. Five years since Trilla felt your death within the Force. She felt your fear and your worries. You worried about her even as you laid dying, even as the clone troopers closed in. Trilla hated that you died alone and in great pain. She regrets that she never got to tell you, her girlfriend, that she loves you so much.

Trilla watched as you exited the tent, not knowing that this would be the last time you saw each other again.

"Second Sister," a Purge Trooper droned, "we have arrived on Bracca."

The bland voice pulled the Second Sister out of her thoughts, away from dreams of times gone. Focusing, she fueled herself with the hate and anger, which had been that since that fateful day.

Now, the Second Sister is on the hunt, leaving her regrets behind, to find the Jedi scum.

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[allatariel]

Cere wasn’t altogether certain how Cal and BD-1 had recovered Trilla’s lightsaber during the chaos and confusion of her confrontation with Darth Vader and their subsequent escape. By rights it should have been consigned to the depths of Nur; laid to rest as Trilla herself could not have been. But somehow it was here, its crystal, its heart crying out in anguish and rage.

Because of what Cal had told her he had seen when he brought it back to her in place of the holocron they sought, she knew it was the same lightsaber Trilla had always carried. Even altered, visibly unrecognizable, Cere could feel that it was indeed the same kyber Trilla had carried since her Gathering and through her whole apprenticeship. Like Trilla herself, beneath the rage and anguish was the barest flicker of the light. An ember of the roaring hearth fire Cere had nurtured for years and then abandoned. Compounding failure on failure.

Cere sighed. Dwelling on her failures was not useful. She had already dwelled on them for far too long.

After escaping the Inquisitorius, after seeing what her actions had brought Trilla to, her own dark and violent emotions had festered into deep despair. But not before she had turned them on herself, tearing and hacking her hair with her lightsaber till the crystal screamed on the verge of bleeding.

Shaking, the hilt had fallen from her hand to clatter at her knees amidst the singed remains of her once beautifully adorned braids.

That was the first time she had pushed the Force down, shunning the comfort it offered, even as she was grateful for its warning. After all, her kyber was only a reflection of her own heart. Beaten and alone, yes, but unwilling to fully embrace the Dark Side.

She had sold her crystal then, because she needed the money to be sure, but mostly to run from the song it sang to her in the Force.

That had been her first faltering step to where she found herself now. Kneeling on the ground outside a ship that had become a home with others, once beaten and alone, who had become a family.

#wip #work in progress #jedi: fallen order #cere junda #trilla suduri #my writing #i should be working on run between the shadows but i just finished the game for the sixth time #and was struck with the need to write this story

[sugarlow23]

Fallen order AU where Trilla and Cal's roles are reversed so it's ex-padawan Trilla fighting inquisitior Cal

#sw #star wars #jfo #cal kestis #trilla suduri #might write a fic Idk