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Bounty gone wrong (Fong Do x reader)

Bounty gone wrong

Bounty gone wrong 2

Bounty gone wrong 3

Bounty gone wrong 4

You belong to me (Count dooku x reader)

You belong to me

You belong to me 2

You belong to me 3

You belong to me 4

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Me when someone comments on my fic on ao3, and it sounds genuine and I reply:

And then I find out it's most likely a scammer/spam:

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Bounty gone wrong 4

Fong Do x reader

Summary: After the explosion, Do saves my life with his selfless actions. Feelings bloom between us, making the situation more complicated. We get saved by knew friends and make our way back to the ship. There Do finally wants to reveal the truth.

Author Note: Yay we are getting closer to the big reveal! Who hired the bounty hunters and how the relationship between Reader and Do get's deeper and more passionat. You will see in the next one! Hehehe...it will get intense...

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My eyes flutter open and land on the face infront of me, my heart breaking at the sight. His lips are pressed together, his jaw is tightend and his eyes are closed. He breathes heavily and only now I see that he is hodling up stone, making sure it doesn't crush us. However he is getting weaker by the second and If there is no wonder happening now we will both die.

Tears start to fill my eyes. We will both die. Just like that. Crushed beneath stone, never to be seen and found again. It's a wonder that the explosion didn't kill us. My hands cup his face and he opens his eyes. „I am so sorry“ Tears stream down my face and a sob escapes my mouth. Do snarls and the stones groan, his arms slowly start to give in. I lean closer towards him and give him a soft kiss that get's answered with a weak groan.

Our eyes fluttering close and his lips start to move against mine. His body gives in a little, falling now on mine, only his upper body part still holds up the weight. The kiss is a gift. A goodbye gift. The tears on my face still stream down covering my cheeks and the ground beneath my head. Maybe we could have beome more If this hadn't happend. Now we wouldn't be able to find out. To explore the galaxy together, to grow together. It's all over now. „Do I am so sorry“ My lips part from his and I look into his eyes.

He gazes back, his gaze not filled with sadness. Passion and determination reflected in them. He wouldn't give up, he does not want to. „We...will...not...die here Y/N...“, he breathes out. His eyes stay on mine. Do tries his hardest to hold up the weight, however I can see it will be over soon. We die here. That's the end. „Y/N I...“ His breathing turns heavier, his body starts to tremble. „Here they are!“

Do crashes on top of me when the stones are lifted of off us. His whole body going still. Fear spreads through my body and I hold back a cry. No! Please Do! Don't be dead! Please! A sharp intake of breath lets my panic ease and listen closer. One breath, then another and another. He is breathing! His warm breath stroking my cheek gently. When I look up, blue eyes connect with mine and I realise it's one of the newcomers.

„Are you alright?“ „Her fiend looks hurt. We have to get him of off her and treat him.“ Another man comes into my view and he pulls Do of off me. The first man offers me his hand and gives me a soft smile. „My name is Anakin. I hope you are alright? Don't worry your friend will survive. I am sure of it“ Anakin looked at me with honesty and calmness that made me calm down. At least a little. I have to hope. To wish for the best.

To my suprise I am mostly unharmed. Only my legs ache a little and thats it. Do must have protected me from way more pain than I can imagen. My cheeks are still wet and I wipe them dry. A light blush spreading across my cheeks when I remember the kiss we shared. Even If it was me who kissed him, he responded. He wanted the kiss. How his lips moved against mine with softness made my heart fill with warmth. My eyes scan our surroundings, the dissaster around me making what happend more horrific.

The bar is gone now and all thats left is dust and stone. Some are injured and some are dead. There bodies just lying on the ground. In my heart I speak a small prayer for them. Hoping their souls will find peace in the afterlife. Anakin leads me to his friend and when we reach them I see a purple Twi'lek talking with him. He seems angry.

On a makeshift table lies Do. „Obi-Wan, Keth how is his condition?“ Obi-Wan turns to Anakin and sighs. „He is stable however he will need a lot of rest. His friend-“ „Y/N, her name is Y/N“ „Alright. Nice to meet you Y/N. You have to make sure he rests and watch over him. He will need to get his cuts cleaned and bandaged. Are you able to do that?“ My eyes go to Do who is already watching me. We gaze at each other for a while and then I nod. „Yes I am. Thank you so much for saving us. I owe you something“

Anakin smiles and Obi-Wan shakes his head. „That-“ „Thank you Y/N that's kind of you. We will remember that“ Obi-Wan gives Anakin a side eye and the Twi'lek next to them starts to say something in Twi'leki. He does not sound happy. Then I remember. A woman was with them. Keth the purple Twi'lek looked like he felt something for that woman. The gaze they shared was heartbreaking. It reminds me of Do and I. Do we have feelings for each other? Can I even love him? He is a bounty hunter after all and not so long ago was after me.

„Y/N“, Do croaks. I walk over to him and take his hand in mine, our fingers lacing together. A small smile on my lips. „I am so glad you are alive. I thought I had lost you for a second“ He presses my hand and shakes his head. „You will never lose me. I promise“ His eyes look deeply into mine, no lie in them. He means it. Happiness spreads through me, however I hold it at bay. We still have so many unspoken things between us.

There is also the problem with my bounty. „Come, I will bring you back to the ship. Can you get up?“ He whines when he sits up and I help him. From the corner of my eye I see Anakin approach. Obi-Wan follows after him. Keth behind them. „Here is a communication device If you ever feel the need to contact us and we can contact you as well“ Obi-wan gives it to me and my eyes go wide. If they ever need my help and I am sure this is what this is about that, than I will be happy to lend a hand.

„Thank you Obi-Wan“ He smiles at me and looks at Anakin before turning around, followed by Keth. „Y/N we are leaving. We need to save a friend of ours. I wish you and your friend all the best and a good recovery. It was a pleasure to meet you“ I give Anakin a small smile. My arm wraps around Do's back to support him and he stands up. „Thank you Anakin and I wish you all the best. I hope you will find your friend soon. It was my pleasure to meet you too“

We say goodbye and I watch the three of them leave, continueing there own journey. They have a hard way before them and will master it with blood, sweat and tears. Hopefully they will find their friend soon. Do get's heavier by the second and I give everything I have left of my strenght to bring him to the ship. Once there I tug him into his bed and watch over him. His wounds cleaned and bandaged just like Obi-Wan had told me to. When I pull the blanket over him and stand up to get something to drink he stops me. His hand holding my wrist weakly. „Stay please...Y/N do not leave“

He looks at me, pleading me to stay. Slowly I sit down onto the edge of his bed. A small smile on his lips. „Thanks...you know this reminds me of how you saved my life in your home“ A soft chuckle leaving his mouth. I remember. How he got hurt and was bleeding on the floor. The other bounty hunter whom... I killed... in order to save him. Time has passed since then. We have changed, grown together. „Are you aware that those who saved our lifes were Jedi...well at least to of them“ I give him a soft smile and intertwine our fingers. „Yes I am. However you saved my life first. Do...why did you do that? You could have died“

He gazes into my eyes and lifts up his other hand, cupping my cheek. His thumb brushes over my skin. Do's lips are slightly parted and I am able to see his teeth. „I did not want you to die. The moment I realised that there we're bombs I wanted you to get out of the bar. Away from danger. It was all I could think about. Then when the bombs exploded I protected you with my body. I did not care If I died because of it, all I cared about was you. Y/N...I like you a lot“

His thumb stops stroking my skin, his eyes are locked with mine now. A weak but honest smile on his face. He knew it would hurt him and still choose to protect me. Inside my chest I could feel my heart jump and ache at the same time. „Do please never bring yourself in harm because of me. I could'nt bare the thought of losing you...it would kill me“ My voice shakes and I hate the fact it does. I want to be strong, strong for the both of us. My first priority now is to make sure he get's fit again. That he heals. „Y/N do not be to hard on yourself. Please...for me?“

My eyes go to his again and I sigh softly. Lifting up his hand, pressing a soft kiss against the back of it. „Rest now, I will go get you some water“ I stand up, placing his hand gently back onto the bed and leave. My head spins and I need to be alone for a while now. So many things have happend and I need to think about a lot of things. Work through them.

I haven't even digested the fact that I...killed someone. My blood goes cold and I wrap my arms around myself. Was it right to do it? In order to save our lifes I needed to, right? Shit I don't know! How should I know. I am not made for a life like this, well I wasn't. Now that I have spend so much time with Fong Do I am not so sure If I would even be able to return to my old life. Would I even want to? To be honest no.

I know it's selfish of me but I want to stay with Do. The kiss coming back to my mind, making me feel warm. I shake my head and push the memory out of my mind. Now is not the time for that. I get Do the water he needs and bring it back to him. He is happy and looks way better than he has before. Nautolans are amphibious right? I wonder If Do needs to shower more often in order to stay healthy? To stay wet and stuff. I have to ask him one day.

He gives me back the bottle with water and I put it away. His hand placing over mine. „Y/N...I will tell you...tell you who hired me. You deserve to know. It's time to tell you everything.“ My eyes widen at his words. Now after such a long time I will finally know who hired bounty hunters to take me out. The truth will turn my world upside down, the things I believed to be true will turn out to be false. The horror has only just begun.

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You belong to me 3

Dooku x reader

Summary: Dooku brings you to his homeland. To your shock he reveals what he wants from you. The story has just begun...

Author Note: We finally got to the point we're we slowly start a relationship with Dooku! I have a lot of plans on how I want this to continue but I plan on not making it to dark...or maybe it will become dark who knows. Hehehe . Have fun while reading!

Warnings: complitcated feelings, forced kiss, use of the force to keep reader under control

You belong to me

You belong to me 2

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Fingertips brush over your cheeks, lips, jaw and neck. It's like the person who dose this wants to memorize the shape of it all. Burn it into their memory. Slowly but surely you swim back up, out of the darkness. Your eyes fluttering open to meet his. He is scanning you. „Did you rest well?“ Dooku holds your hand and presses it softly.

A wave of calmness washing over you again. It feels so familiar and known. You have a feeling he did this a lot while you were asleep. „Yes“ Still a little disorianted you sit up. You are what appears to be in a cozy room, a room that belongs to the very person who sits next to you. Dooku's room.

You open your mouth to ask him the question that had been on your tongue since you got handed over to him. His finger on your lips stopping you. „I am very much aware that you have many questions dear and be sure that I will answer all of them when the right time comes. However not now. My wish is that you rest as much as possible. I will leave you alone for a while now but I will come back“ The count brushes your hair out of your face and his thumb strokes your cheek tenderly.

He gets up from the bed and leaves the room. Your heart races in your chest. This is wrong. Very wrong. The way he touched you, it showed you that he feels something for you. Feelings that might be really dangerous. Why would the count have such feelings towards you? You have only seen him once. Once. That is not enough time to develop feelings. Deep down you we're not so sure. Slowly you stod up, your legs feeling like jelly.

It was important now to figure out we're exactly you are. One thing you already know is that this is the counts bedroom. You just know it. They way he felt save here and how he felt at home already told you enough. Serenno. You must be on the planet Serenno. His homeworld. So many questions run through your head. Why did he want you? For what purpose are you here? All of this makes no sense. No sense at all. You walk towards a window and gaze outside.

Lush rainforests and mountain ranges fill your vision. It was broad daylight and made the mountains and rainforests appear more beautiful. Magical even. This planet is really beautiful. Sadness spreads inside of your heart again. You wished your friends could see the beauty of it too. They did not have to die. A knock on the door makes you jump. A protocol droid coming in and bringing food.

„I am C-6TU. The count ordered me to bring you some tea and vegetable stew. For your health I advise you to eat all of it. If you need something tell me, I wait just outside the door“ The droid leaves and you stare at the food. Should you eat it? Your stomach growls answering your question. You nip from the tea and sigh softly. It tastes delicous. Slowly you start to eat the stew, struggeling to swallow it down.

Not because it tastes bad, no it is one of the best stews you ever got to eat, it's just that your mind is elsewhere. Thinking about your friends and the explosion you heard. What If they survived somehow? What If they are still alive? A small glimmer of hope lights inside your heart. Yes, of course they survived. You have to hope. As long as you hope nothing is lost. They will come looking for you and everything will be back to normal.

So while you wait you could at least do something usefull. „C-6TU?“ No sound reached your ears and then the door opened. „You called mylady?“ You stand up and stop infront of the droid. „Can I read something? If yes would you be so kind to bring me a book? About the flora and fauna of this planet“ A long pregnant pause follows after your words. The droid walking past you and gathering the empty plate and cup.

„I will have to ask the master about this. Rest please mylady“ With that the droid leaves again. Of course the droid needs to ask him. Otherwise you could ask anything and demand anything. Your wait was long and you believed the droid wouldn't come back anymore when the door opend suddenly. The droid coming in with a few books. „The master allows you to read. However If you want to know more about this place he reccomands you to ask him yourself. I am outside the door mylady If you need anything else“

You take the books and the droid leaves once again. Funny, how should you ask him If he is not here. A sigh leaves your lips and you make yourself comfortable on the bed. The first book looks old and worn, like someone spend quite amount of time reading it over and over again. You open it and start to read.

Many animal species live on Serenno, such as spikebats, spine-wolves and most famous of all the Tirra'Taka.

Pictures where shown of each species and your fingertips brushed over the old paper. Wonderful and fascinating species. Your loved the spikebats the most. Somehow they we're cute.

Spikebats are mostly active during the evening and live in the forests.

Good to know. Maybe one day, hopefully sooner or later you will get out of here. You have to be prepared for everything that might come.

Spine-wolves live in the forests and should not be threatend.

Great so not the friendly kind. The more you read the more you learnt of the planet you are on. It also confirmed to you that you are indeed on Serenno. He had brought you to his homeworld. Why though? You were so focused on reading that you did not hear the door open, let alone the fact that it was not the droid who entered.

Only when a hand reached into the field of your vision and pulled your book out of your hand, you looked up. Noticing that you weren't alone anymore and that it was nighttime. „You enjoyed reading it I see. I am glad to find you at ease“ He puts the books away and invades your space. Sitting on the edge of the bed and taking your hands into his. In comparison to yours they we're rough and bigger.

You noticed the way his thumb brushed soothingly over the back of your hand. „I am sure you are aware by now why I have brought you here?“ You hold your breath and gaze into his brown eyes. His body leaning closer to yours. „No I have no idea“ His hand cups your cheek and your heart rate shots up.

His lips curving up into a smile. „You want me to tell you? Good I will. Y/N you belong to me. You always have and now that I have you I will not let you go“ His voice sends shivers down your spine and fear crashes over you. His force wraps around you and you try to push it out. Dooku makes a displeased face but doesn't say anything. He just strokes your cheek softly.

„You will be by my side. Be my wife. I will teach you all I know but only once you are willing to stay with me on your own wish.“ His thumb brushes over your lips now and you are frozen in place. He leans closer and his dreamy eyes are locked with yours. „You belong to me“ His hand that still holds yours, squeezes you softly.

Your eyes widening when his lips press against yours. It's like the time has stopped. This is wrong. This is really wrong. Dooku wants you. In ways that make your heart nearly stop. His tongue licking over your lips, causing your hand to go to his shoulder. Your nails digging into his shoulder, trying to press him away.

He groans against your lips and kisses you one more time before pulling away. His force wrapping around you, making you go calm again. „Stop doing that. Stop using your force on me“ He sighs and removes your hand from his shoulder. „You are not ready yet. It will take a while for you to accept it all. Till then I will have to do this. Otherwise I would have to put you in chains and we wouldn't want that.“

His voice turns deeper, like he would like the Image of you in chains. Another shiver running down your spine. „Thats enough for today. Come, we should sleep“ It doesn't leave you that he said we. You and him should sleep, in the same bed! He prepares the bed and because you take to long to react he wraps you into his arms.

Now you both are under the blanket and your back is pressed against his chest. This feels so wrong in so many ways. You hear Dooku's breathing, how it slows down and that he is falling asleep. Your mind races. A small voice inside of you telling you that it might get way worse. Without you wanting it you fall asleep in the counts arms.

[ballard96]

Im genuinely obsessed with Qui-Gon idk what to do cus i genuinely want to play with his hair and plait it like cmooonnnnnn let me at him

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Qui-Gon Jinn NSFW Alphabet

first post woo!! requests are open, read my rules on my pinned post :)

minors dni! smut! rah!!

A = Aftercare: 100% his love languadge is touch, so after sex he is very very cuddly. I think aftercare for him is usually cuddling, playing with your hair, rubbing your back etc. Sex to him is VERY intimate and ritualistic, and I don't think that ends after an orgasm, I think it just evolves into the winding down stage of it (aftercare)

B = Body part: his favourite body part of his is probably his hair. I think it holds a lot of spiritual significance for him and he probably spent awhile growing it out and would only cut it under specific circumstances. Of yours, his favourite body part is your waist, just touching it in general. hand on the back of it to guide you, gripping it during sex, kissing it before he goes down on you..

C = Cum: Cumming isn't the goal or the end of sex. I think he has a very intimate, spiritual idea of what sex is and treats it like a ritual. But I can also see how cumming would play into this, kind of like how some people use orgams to manifest? Let's be honest, he's a teacher, he's a master.. He would definitely talk you through it, watching your face as you cum, learning exactly how to make you do so, how to tell when you're close etc... As for himself, I think he only like's to cum once, but lowkey he has a thing for cumming on your face. He just won't say that at first. And creampies. For SURE.

D = Dirty secret: Like I said before, wants to cum on your face. Swallowing is hot but seeing you on your knees... His cum painted on your face, oh yeah. I also think he'd really be into like, almost primal, animalistic sex, just hot and sweaty and grunting; neck biting, doggy style etc.

E = Experience: Honestly I think he is pretty experienced. Lord knows he's never followed the code like ever. I doubt he'd be all "nooo i can't have sex the council would be mad". Likely not as often when he's older because I think with age he developed a more intimate and spiritual idea of sex but at first, as a young knight, oh for sure.

F = Favourite position: Cowgirl and Missionary. Cowgirl because he gets to see all of you, touch you and also train you at the same time. Like he's talking you through it, just like in your training sessions, him correcting your form, using his hands to guide you.. But also missionary when he's feeling a little more.. impatient.

G = Goofy: I don't think he's super goofy or making a lot of jokes during sex, but I also don't think he's rigid either. I think sex is serious for him, but not intimidating. He likes the vulnerability of it, the union, the joining of two souls, and that includes the awkwardness/shyness, so he's not taking himself or you too seriously.

H = Hair: Bush. No further comment.

I = Intimacy: So intimate. Like I said before, ritualistic. Slow or fast, sex with him is like merging souls with him. Eye contact and encouraging you to keep your eyes on him make it even more intense

J = Jack off: I don't think he does this much to be honest. Maybe when he was younger, but sex for him isn't just the need/horniess, it's the connection. So by himself it just isn't the same.

K = Kink: I feel like this man is lowkey extremely horny but not every time. He can have vanilla sex and make it the most passionate, exciting experience ever. But he does have his kink. I think power dynamics are a big one for him, he definitely prefers to be dom. He likes the feeling of having someone trust him, rely on him, bare themselves completely to him. Also breeding kink. No further comment.

L = Location: Of course, usually the bed so you both are comfortable. But he also loves doing it outside, especially at night. Under the stars, breeze on your skin. What better way to experience the force?

N = No: He wouldn't do any threesomes. Doesn't share, and he's too private for that. I also don't think he would do CNC in my opinion, or anything that would seriously hurt you.

O = Oral: Loves recieving and giving for sure. He usually gives during foreplay, but I think he also treats it like a reward though. Sometimes slow, teasing, gentle... Othertimes with his fingers digging into your hips, humming as he devours you like a starved man. But he LOVES recieving head. Standing while you're on your knees, guiding himself down your throat, praising and encouraging you... He treats it like training. Seeing how far he can get down your throat each time before you tap out, encouraging you, training your body to take him. Listening to your whimpers and gags. He loves it.

P = Pace: Takes his time during foreplay, but a steady pace during intercourse. BUT, also depends on the mood. Think he loves a slow, sensual pace if he's feeling especially soft or romantic. But I also think he's a firm believer that sex is an encapsulation of the forces most basic, powerful energy = creation, and that lust is to be released and cherished, not constrained. So I can see himself indulging and losing control, hips snapping against you aggressively, grunting, hands desperately grabbing all over your body as he chases both of your releases.

Q = Quickie: Can't see him liking these too much to be honest. I don't think he like's to feel rushed, or more so like he's rushing you.

R = Risk: He LOVES a risk. We know this man is a rebel, it's canon. He has a strong moral compas and he is firm in what he believes in, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy the risk of the consequences sometimes. And I think outdoor sex, on missions in particular.... Oh he eats that up

S = Stamina: Sex is meditation for him, but it's also training. He uses it as exercise for the soul and the body. So I think his stamina is pretty damn good. We know that man is fit. And he also takes pleasure in seeing how far you can go as well.

T = Toy: He's not against using toys on you at all. He likes learning about your body and toys are one of the ways he can do that. But I think that he prefers to be the one touching you, having something else do it almost takes away from the intimacy of it for him.

U = Unfair (teasing): I don't think he's much of a tease outside of the bedroom, but inside, oh that man can edge. He likes to push you, build the pleasure and the need up not to tease you, but to make the release even better.

V = Volume: He talks you through it a lot, but it's quiet. Gentle, soft murmurs and whispers against your skin. During particularly rough or fast fucks though, he's grunting and panting much louder, really letting go. He likes to hear EVERYTHING from you. There's no use trying to surpress it or cover your mouth, he'll draw it out of you one way and he'll gently encourage you not to hide it from him.

W = Wildcard (random headcanon): It turns him on when you're training and you're panting and sweating. Reminds him of all the times you look like that underneath him in... different training scenarios.

X = X-ray: The man is 6'4". Let's use our thinking caps.

Y = Yearning: High sex drive, but he can control his impulses really well. When he lets go though, it shows.

Z = ZZZ: He encourages you to rest after, letting you fall asleep in his arms as he plays with your hair. But oddly enough I think sex would energize him. Not to say he doesn't enjoy sleeping with you afterwards though.

xx,

L

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Bonded (Dooku x ofc)

Because I can't be the only one that sees the potential

Eleonora knew that she was able to move objects with her mind since she was five years old. And being the lazy girl she was and would hopefully remain she had used it as much as possible. Phone laid forgotten on her desk? Just a question of her mind. The water bottle right next to her? Sure she probably just could have stretched her arm out but why do that if she could use her mind to let the bottle hover above her and do the job for her.

Hell, the first time she had forgot her keys at home she had gotten the grandiose idea to learn how to first open the window for her and then get her keys through that window and then close it again.

She had felt drained for a while after that. Her mind had ached as if she had just come back from a workout.

It had taken her some time to figure out that even that would lessen the more she used it. It was just like a muscle. You simply had to work it with breaks and it would get stronger and stronger.

Elle had been seven when she found out that she could make herself hover. It had been after a disastrous tumble from the swing that would have ended up with a broken arm if she hadn't stretched out her arms in reflex, her mind doing the rest.

Her mother had seen in happening. She had hurried over once she had thought her child in danger and watched as she hovered above the ground for a second before tumbling to the ground with a smack that could have been much worse.

Her mother, that night had pulled her aside and talked to her about her grandmother, who apparently had been able to do the same thing.

No one knew what it was, where it came from or why or how it happened.

What Jennifer Branding made clear to her daughter however was that no one was ever allowed to find out about it.

Apparently people got scared quickly.

And scared humans just weren't a good idea.

And so Elle trained it on her own. Her grandmother had died quite a while before she had been born after all and had never written about it either.

It left the young girl to explore it alone.

Looking back it might have been a good idea because she had been free in her exploration. Nothing was taboo.

She learned with glee that hovering wasn't the only thing she was capable off. One night playing on the trampoline when it had gotten dark around her, she jumped and then tried to stop herself mid air. Ten years of age, she obviously crashed back down but she could have sworn to feel this tiny pull. So she did it again.

And again.

And again.

The next two weeks had been spent with bruises from her fall and a constant headache. But she had managed.

Flying was suddenly not completely out of the question anymore and the pull she felt around her grew with everyday.

It was calming.

It felt like hands hugging her.

It was warmth.

Elle felt it around her all the time. She grew used to it and she grew to love it.

First as a child with a sense of wonder.

Then as a teenager after getting her heart broken the first time, the pull remaining with warmth. The one thing she could always depend on.

And now, as a young woman being in her last stretch of university, ready to start her life, it still pulsed around her. Calming, warming, loving.

Elle had started meditating a few years back, back when she had first started her degree realising that it took away the stress. It made her mind feel relaxed and sometimes she imagined feeling it far far away from her.

It felt like life. Like family.

But it was always so far away that she did actually pushed the thought aside. She had always been creative after all.

However, as she stepped through the woods on that evening, nothing but animals around her she felt it once more.

Far closer than she had ever felt it.

And then she saw it. Hidden away in the depth of the Alaskan woods.

Elle stopped in her tracks, still hidden away by bushes and trees.

It was a metal construction, it looked close to an air plane but she had honestly never seen something like it. And from the looks of the fire building around it, it had crash landed.

Hearing the flowing water from the waterfall she started concentrating on that, navigating a huge ball to the construction and letting the water fall on the fire.

A wild fire was the last thing she needed after all.

Not seeing anything else suspicious nearby and figuring that she would probably be fine, Elle took a careful step towards it, but jumped right back behind the tree when what was supposedly a door opened up.

From behind her hiding place she watched three men walk outside.

They were arguing but looked normal otherwise.

Except for their strange clothing. It was robe like and outside of cons she had never seen someone wear something like it. At least not in Alaska.

For some reason Elle felt her attention almost instantly fly to the oldest of them. He was tall and made a shiver run down her spine. He was dangerous. She knew that instantly. He was older than the both of them. His beard longer his shoulders similarly straight as the one with beige robes. His eyes seemed red. He was annoyed. She could basically feel it herself.

Tearing her attention back to the other two, she tried to take in of them as much as she could.

One, the youngest one, seemed to wear shoulder pads. It reminded her of armour.

“Now look at what you've done again!” The other one spoke. He was blond and wore a beard. His robes a beige, brown tone that suited him well. He sounded aggravated and annoyed but somehow like he had expected the crash landing

“How else, did you expect me to get us here at least partially intact?” The other one in his blue garbs argued back.

Before Elle could decide if she wanted to listen further her attention fell on the third man once more.

What made Elle halt however wasn't the grim look on his face but the bindings around his wrists.

That looked very similar to handcuffs.

That man was a prisoner. And she didn't think she wanted to be in those same chains, so it would probably be best to let the Aliens handle themselves and go home. Sleep and hope that she had simply been hallucinating.

Before she could take a quiet step back, the man's head turned towards her.

And that split second was enough to know that he had seen her.

“As much as I enjoy hearing your grating voices argue. There is a person. Maybe we could do something productive to get off this damned planet.” His voice, surprisingly pleasant and still sharp, made the two others stop instantly, their gazes falling onto her almost instantly.

The one in blue garbs, who was probably close to her age, somewhere in his twenties, smiled brightly at her once he saw her.

She realised it was meant to get her guard down, because it didn't reach his eyes.

“Please, we mean no harm.” The blond one called out to her.

Letting her eyes roam between the three men one last time she figured she'd be able to make a get away through the trees if necessary. But she was curious. She felt a connection. They all felt like the pull inside her. And she wanted to get answers.

“Huh, force sensitive.” Blue garb murmured in slight shock, as if he hadn't expected it.

When she stood in front of them, still out of reach just to be safe, beige – brown smiled at her encouragingly.

“Thank you, dear. My name is Obi Wan Kenobi, and this is Anakin Skywalker. Could you maybe tell us where we are? It seems we got a little bit lost in Hyperspace. The attack before wrecked our ship as well so if there's anyway we could get some parts to contact the fleet we'd be very grateful.”

Elle stared at them as if he had grown three heads and he might as well could have.

Hyperspace?

The fleet?

What attack?

“You're actually aliens. What the fuck.”

Shocked she through her hands against her mouth. God she was with people too rarely. What even were manners.

“Aliens?” The one introduced as Anakin asked.

She shook her head, letting her hands fall to her sides before crossing her hands before her chest and then letting them fall again, deciding she felt more comfortable having her hands open.

“Sorry, that was rude. Uh, I'm not sure how I'm. I mean well,” she stuttered. Meeting someone who was clearly not from earth hadn't been on her checklist.

“Speak, fool” The one still unknown to her spat at her. Geez. Maybe they should have put a muzzle on him as well.

“Excuse the count, please. He's an old man and never learned patience.” Obi -Wan spoke once more.

So they had royalty as well, huh?

“Sorry,” she squeaked, “you're uh, in Alaska. On earth to be precise. I'm not sure I can help you with anything else but that.”

Anakin looked at her as if she had grown a third head now. “Listen, we know we're standing on earth, but what planet is this? Where in the outer rim are we?”

What was outer rim even supposed to mean.

“Earth is the planet. You're on earth. I know not the most creative of names but I didn't have anything to do with the name, so you'll have to take it up with someone who cares.”

“Earth?” Obi-Wan asked again.

She nodded.

All three of them looked stunned.

“Never heard of us I guess?” She tried to joke but the situation made her more uncomfortable by the minute.

“Maybe you could bring us to your Master. Maybe they can explain better.” The count Dude tried again. He was looking at her as if she was stupid.

“Master?” She asked offended. What the fuck? “I don't have a master, nor do I need one. The hell are you talking about?”

“I think the word means something different here. You seem to have offended her.” Obi – Wan spoke.

“You don't say,” Anakin joked, his eyes never leaving her. “What the count meant,” he tried to explain, “is that you are obviously trained in the force. So we would like to speak to whoever taught you.”

Force? Was that the pull she felt. Was that what it was called?

“No one taught me. My grandma died before I was born so I taught myself. That is if you mean the pull I can feel around all three of you.”

Now they started to look worried.

“Pull?” Obi – Wan asked. “Did you not know it is called the force?”

She shook her head. “I've never come across someone like me, so I never had someone who knew about it.”

Before any of the three were able to say something else about it, all of them suddenly started to realise that it was getting dark. And in Alaska that also meant cold.

Shit. What was she to do now. She couldn't just leave them here, right? But inviting three strange men into her home, as a woman that lived alone also seemed like a bad idea.

They were Force users as well. They would be able to tell her what was going on with that. So maybe she could make an exception just this once?

“Alright then,” she mumbled to herself, before saying louder.” It's getting late and I'm kinda hungry. And I'm guessing you guys probably are as well, so I'd say lets continue the conversation at my place. You guys do eat, right?”

From the looks of all their faces she probably shouldn't have asked.

The three men slowly walked up to her. They seemed to not wanna frighten her. At least the two nice ones of them.

“He isn't dangerous, right?” She asked pointing at the oldest. Obi Wan shook his head. “No. The cuffs make the using of the force rather difficult. You don't have to worry about him.”

“So, what's your name?” Anakin asked, walking next to her now.

“I'm Eleonora Branding. Elle though, please. My full name is a dozy if you ask me.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you Ms. Elle.” Obi Wan chimed in. He seemed to be a stickler for the niceties.

“So how did you guys end up here?” She asked carefully, still not sure if she even wanted to know.

“We were one our way back to Coruscant to bring Count Dooku before trial when something hit our ship. We were kicked out of hyper space, which by the way really shouldn't happen and we somehow ended up here.”

“What's a Coruscant?” Anakin halted for a second looking her up and down. “It's the capital of the republic. You know, the Jedi order and all that stuff is there?”

“Oh, right. How could I forget.” She laughed up at him nervously. What the fuck was a damn Jedi? She didn't like the feeling of seeming stupid.

“Nothing of what I just said, made sense, did it?” He asked, pity in his voice.

“Nope,” Elle answered him, popping the p.

“Sorry, but how do you not know? How far out do we have to be? Do you at least know about the war?” He started to sound worried and Elle was grateful that she could start to see her house in the distance.

She picked up the pace. The whole situation made her head spin.

“I think you are overwhelming her, Skywalker.” That was the Counts voice. He was walking caged in between Anakin and Obi Wan.

“Anyways,” she interrupted the brewing argument, “we're here. So get in, but leave the shoes at the entrance please? I just cleaned up.”

Grumbling all three followed what she had asked of them.

“Does any of you need a shower or something similar?” Kenobi seemed to perk up at her words.

“If it isn't too much trouble?” She nodded leading him to the bathroom, explaining quickly how everything worked before turning back again to the other two men standing lost in her entrance hall.

Sighing, she nodded to herself. “I'll see if I find some clothes for you guys to wear. That way you'll at least have clean clothes. I can throw those in the washer as well if you want.”

Anakin's brows drew further up the longer she spoke. “I'm not sure, we fit in your clothes.” He tried to tell her politely and it took everything in Elle to not facepalm at him.

“Of course not my clothes. I should have some left from Tyler. It'll be a bit long for the most part but it should fit your Count.”

Without waiting on an answer she hurried into her room, where the carton stuffed with her exes clothing still remained. Shuffling through it she found some trousers and shirts. That would have to be enough for now. Hopefully they would be able to find a way out before she needed to go and buy clothes. That after all wasn't really a possibility for her. Feeding three more people would be difficult enough.

“There you go.” She handed the clothes to the two men, before motioning to her own room and the living room. You guys can go and change there. It's probably more comfortable than the garb thingies you're wearing. I'll be in the kitchen once your done. It's the room through the hall and then left. I'll leave the door open”

With that she basically ran away, after quickly putting another pair of clothes in front of the bathroom door, as she had informed Obi Wan she would do. She needed some piece and quiet. Pronto.

In the kitchen, Elle took a few breaths. She felt uncomfortable. It was the first time since her mothers death that this many people were at her place again. They were from another planet as well for gods sake.

Tapping into the pull, no the force, she corrected herself, she tried to calm herself, but it didn't seem to work. She wasn't used to feeling it around herself this much. Her fingers were starting to shiver, until a sudden wave of calm enveloped her.

It wasn't her own. Her own felt different. On instinct she tried to reject it.

“For someone who learned herself you're surprisingly adapt. If only you had had someone who actually knew what they were doing. You would have made a great force user.”

Elle had jumped in shock at the voice behind her, whirling around to face the Count.

He stood in front of her unchanged. How did someone manage to look this in control when they weren't at all and how did she learn that?

“Well, what can I say. I'm a natural.” She grinned before turning around again and finally starting to search for her fridge for something to make.

“Why are you helping us?” He asked and she could feel him move from the entrance to the table where she presumed him to sit down.

She gnawed at her lip as she pulled some vegetables from the fridge. “You're like me,” she decided on saying, “I've never met someone like me. It's kinda nice to be honest.”

Another wave of calm hit her.

“Why are you doing that?” She asked him, turning in a way that made her back not completely turned on him.

Before she could answer, Anakin strolled in, dressed in his own pants but wearing at least the hoodie she had given him. “The pants didn't fit,” He explained, “Is there something I could do to help?” He asked as he sat down at the table as well.

She shook her head. Making guests work, no matter how unusual wasn't something you did.

Before Anakin could ask something else it was Obi Wan's turn to stroll inside the kitchen. He as well was wearing his own pants paired with one of the shirts she had found. Tyler had been more on the Counts side in terms of size at the end of the day.

“Please,” he said, “we're already infringing on your space. Least we can do is help.”

Fuck, fine. It would make everything a little faster.

Sighing she gave one of the knives to Obi Wan and handed him a bell pepper as well. As she cut the onions he quietly started on that.

“So, is this your house?” Anakin asked into the silence. “It seems rather big for just one person.”

Elle let the sting of the onion hit her before she spoke. “It's the house I grew up in. My mother died a few months ago, so it's only been myself since.”

“What about your father?” The Count asked. For some reason it surprised her. She didn't quite know why, but it struck her as weird.

“Never knew him,” she couldn't keep the anger out of her voice, “he abandoned my mom, once he heard she was pregnant.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Anakin spoke.

“Don't let anger cloud your judgment, dear. The force is sensitive to your feelings. The calmer you are the better it is.” Obi Wan spoke and Elle felt as if a feeling of deep annoyance hit her from the Counts side. What the hell was up with that?

“Huh, so there is a connection. I wondered. I remember it felt different for a little while after my first heartbreak. Back then I chalked it up to puberty but after Mom died it felt a little unstable again for a while.”

All three men had leaned forward at er admission.

“What do you mean unstable?” Obi Wan asked.

“You know,” she started, taking the bell peppers from him since he had finished cutting them. “The usual. It took a little bit longer to feel normal in my own body again. You know that feeling of Zen you get? Like everything is fine? Just piece I guess. I had to wrestle with myself a little. I just felt very emotional. Wasn't a big deal, honestly. Probably just what you usually feel after a loved person dies.”

“And nothing feels changed since then?” Anakin asked surprised. “What's supposed to feel different?” She asked finally putting the other cut up vegetables into the pan as well. “Sure, I felt unstable. I wanted to cry for quite some time and I was a lot more on edge but I'm not gonna start throwing stuff at people no matter how much I feel like raging inside. Emotions ebb usually. Allow yourself to feel them when you're alone to process and the pull – well force I guess turns back to normal. At least that's what it's like to me.”

“No change at all then?” Obi Wan asked again.

She simply shook her head.

“What about anger? When you think about your father? What does it feel like then?” The count- she was starting to get annoyed at calling him by his title, asked.

“He's not my father.” She nearly spat. There was little that made her as angry. Still. She considered his question. The force, pull, whatever, was streaming through her. Just as normal. She could feel spikes in it like little ice spikes on her skin. It wasn't a pleasant feeling but it was still flowing as usual. Nothing she felt that was unusual or dangerous to her.

“Nope, still normal. Just flowing as usual.”

That's interesting.” Obi Wan said softly, seeming in his own mind, “and without a master even. You should be proud of yourself. Not many have accomplished that kind of connection.”

The term 'master' made her shutter. She couldn't think of it as a normal everyday turn. She'd die before ever calling someone that. What happened to pride?

She decided to finish the dinner instead of asking about it.

Sadly it seemingly wasn't up to her this time.

“The word 'Master' seems to disgust you. What is the meaning of it here?” Anakin asked, in innocent wonder. She really would have to get over it wouldn't she?

She tried the noodles first before answering. Yup, al-dente. Nearly done.

“It's just a really old term based in subservience. I can not think of one instance where there isn't some kind of weird power balance. No thank you.” With that she got rid of the water in the noodles and started plating.

“For us it's simply a way to talk to a teacher of some type.” Anakin explained.

She nodded, finally sliding on to the chair next to the Count. Anakin and Obi Wan had both seated themselves on the same side and though the man made her nervous as hell, there wasn't really another place if she didn't want to seem rude and put the chair at the head and sit down there.

Dinner was a silent affair, Obi Wan being kind enough to thank her for the food and telling her it tasted fine, where the only things spoken during the whole time and she was rather thankful for it. A light headache had started spreading. She wasn't used to the feeling of the force flowing this heavily in other people. It was an adjustment.

After Dinner, Elle rolled out two mattresses she had found up in the attic. One person could sleep on the sofa and the other two on the mattresses next to it.

She excused herself to her own room after having made sure that all three of them were as comfortable as they could be.

As she laid down under her covers, the young woman tried to make sense of every feeling she had and everything that had happened during the day.

There were three alien men, currently sleeping in her living room. One of them was a criminal, and while she felt all three around her, there was something in the force that made her more attuned to the Criminal.

Because that obviously was totally normal.

Tossing and turning for abut three hours and only having dozed off a couple times, at about three in the morning, Elle decided what enough was was enough.

Throwing the covers back and only putting on a cardigan she stepped into the kitchen. It was time for coffee and then she'd try to get some work done. There was an exam she'd have to take in about a week and she had done too little for it in the past couple days. Maybe it would get her mind of things.

Settling into her chair she pulled her legs into a cross legged seat. The coffee next to her and her laptop in front of her, she made it a whole thirty minutes before her piece and quiet was disturbed.

“I feel like you shouldn't be allowed to walk around without supervision.” She said, without looking up from her screen. She didn't need to. She already knew his force signature intimately. Which was weird but she'd simply roll with it until he was finally gone again.

“That is awfully rude. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be sleeping?” He asked, sitting down next to her.

Another thing that struck her as weird.

“Right back at ya.” She told him, then yawned and reached for her coffee. Since he didn't answer and simply continued to stare at her she realised he was expecting an actual answer.

“I'm working on some uni stuff. I'm writing an exam in a week and I still have to study. I can't sleep, hence the coffee. You guys know coffee, right?”

She took his drawn up eyebrows as a no and jumped out of the chair. With her back to her, she didn't see his eyes roaming over her body, still dressed in only a pair of shorts and the top with the cardigan. It was her sleep wear after all.

She did feel it though and quickly decided to not react to it. The man seemed like a prideful person. He probably didn't react well to being teased.

Even if everything inside her screamed to make at least a little fun of him.

“There you go,” she told him, putting another cup of coffee down in front of him. “I'm going out on a limp here, but you seem like someone who takes theirs black. The stuff is great. It can help keep you awake.

She watched him expectedly as he drank. The only answer as a 'hm' and he didn't seem like he would giver her any more of a reaction.

Spoilsport. She thought as she sat back down.

“You should sleep rather than study. We'll be off this planet in about three days I'd wager.” He told her after simply watching her work after another five minutes.

“Oh, you guys know, what's wrong with your space ship?”

There was a weird shine to his eyes. “Call it an educated guess. But I think we got what we came for.”

Yup, that was the kind of crazy she would not be touching. Good looking or not. “Well, that's great and all, but I'll still have my test, so if you excuse me.”

Elle expected fully to be left alone. Instead the laptop was pushed shut in front of her.

What the fuck?

“I wager you won't be taking that exam.”

That sounded like a threat. Was that supposed to sound like a threat?

“I will not be threatened in my own home.” She told him, the anger not well concealed. He smiled at her.

It was cold and made all the hairs on her back stand on edge.

“That wasn't a threat, dear. You will not remain on this planet. I fear Skywalker and Kenobi are already planning to bring you to the Jedi council. Someone like you could end up being beneficial in the war effort after all.”

She looked at him through glaring eyes. “Somehow I don't believe those two will be my issue.”

The count stood. “Then,” he said, his back already turned to her as he walked out of the kitchen, “you are far more foolish than I thought.”

His words froze her to her core. Yeah. She definitely needed to stay far far far away from him.

Elle would however quickly realise that the Count had been right.

The four of them made their way to their aircraft about three hours later. Finding out that nothing was broken beyond repair. They would be able to fix what they would need to and Obi Wan approached her the following night asking her about coming with them.

Elle felt overwhelmed. She had her life here. But he had made a good point. She'd finally be with others that were the same as her. She wouldn't need to hide anymore. She'd be able to learn about herself.

And so, Elle found herself agreeing to come with them to that weird Capital city.

Having packed very little, both Obi Wan and Anakin had told her that fashion was apparently quite different, she was seated with the Count in the back of the aircraft, watching outside the window in wonder as it made it's way up, up, up. Her house getting smaller and smaller in the distance.

Elle saw the moon.

She saw the damn moon. Like up close. At that she had actually jumped up to watch. It was crazy. She was in space.

Fuck she was in space.

Another wave of calm basically crashed into her. Glaring at the Count she took it as a sign to sit down again.

“Wouldn't want to disturb the old man.” She grumbled. “What was that?” The sharp response made her shut up.

When they entered hyperspace she jumped up once more. She needed to see that. It was weird as hell. A long suffering sigh could be heard next to her. What the hell was it to him, that she was excited.

“Lesson number one,” the count spoke and she could feel herself being pulled down through the force by him, “learn to shield your excitement. Not everyone wants to be bombarded by your feelings.”

Glaring at him she pushed herself in a cross legged position nonetheless. As rude as he might have been about it he probably was right.

In all her excitement she never realised that it was the first time the Count had used the force he was supposedly unable to use.

It was quite a few hours into their flight when she felt the ship come out of hyperspace. Obi Wan came into the back just a few seconds later. “We'll have to make a fuel stop on Naboo. If you want to go explore, please don't walk too far from the ship. Anakin will stay with you while I'm gone.”

She was buzzing once more when he returned back to the shuttle and it once again earned her another long suffering sigh. What the hell had she done now? Was this man allergic to curiosity?

Elle practically jumped outside the aircraft once it had landed. The fresh air hit her out of nowhere. She had never smelled air this fresh. Pollution didn't seem to be such a big problem here. That was crazy. How had they managed that?

Anakin watched her in amusement as she stared at a weirdly shaped animal. It seemed to mainly be stomach, but was still kinda cute. “What is that?” She called up to Anakin who after all still had to keep at least one eye on the count and had therefore remained on the platform way thing up to the door.

“They are called Shaak. They aren't usually dangerous, but you shouldn't get too close nonetheless.” She realised that his voice had gotten closer and when she looked up once more and away from the strange animal he was standing next to her.

“Shouldn't you be watching the Count?” She asked him. He grinned at her as answer. “The old man will be fine. Nothing much he can do with those handcuffs on him.”

She nodded looking at her environment again.

“Is it normal, to feel another's feelings through the force? I don't with you or Obi Wan, but I constantly feel like I can feel the Count and it weirds me out. How do I shut him out?” Elle asked after a while, still shaken up from the last conversation back when they had still been in her kitchen.

Anakin looked at her in alarm. “What do you mean feel him?”

She shrugged, concentrating. “Right now, he's,” she interrupted herself, “huh. He's pleased. Weird. Didn't think he had that emotion.”

Anakin interrupted her in a hurry already turning towards the space ship.

“What do you mean pleased?”

“I don't know,” she answered, jogging up to him, since he had already jogged up to the craft again, “he. Uh,” she concentrated once more, “feels like he found something important to him.”

“And right you are. I must say, I really am impressed. Your handle of the force is notable, even if unpolished. Which is why you'll be coming with me.” At his words she felt how she was being pushed through the air, then back again. Looking down she saw both Anakin and the Count with outstretched arms pulling and pushing at her.

And it hurt.

Elle wasn't good with pain.

But there was another thing that took her attention at least for a second. Both had something in their hands. They were glowing and for some reason she knew she didn't want to run into either of them.

At another push and pull, she felt how one force user had her at one arm while the other had her at the other,

“One of you will have to let go, or you will push my body apart!” She called in between the bouts of pain she felt from being pushed into two different directions. Anakin looked worried and she saw the second where he made the decision to let go of her to instead be able to attack the Count completely. She felt herself being pushed in the Counts direction, closer and closer to the red thing in his hands. She had to do something.

Trying to find her own signature in the chaos proved difficult especially under the threat of fucking dying but somehow Elle managed to find something and pulled.

It was the wrong something.

It made her hurl towards the count even faster. It was only a split second in which he graciously stepped out of her way stopping one of Anakin's hits.

Yup, that fall would hurt if she didn't start doing something.

It was the wing situation all over again.

Fuck she couldn't get her brain to

There we go.

With a huff and sweat on her face she had somehow managed to make the landing.

That had been stressful and was not worth repeating.

As she started at the two man fighting, she realised that the Count nearly made it look like a Dance. The man knew what he was doing and Anakin was quite a bit younger as well. It made her afraid for him but she also wasn't exactly in the place to do something.

Especially not, when she heard the sound of another aircraft and the Count who suddenly jumped away from Anakin. She could feel the feeling of his force pulse around her once more. Only this time she was crashed into his shoulder while he was in mid jump.

If she wouldn't have been so damn scared she probably would have been impressed. Now however she had to watch Anakin try and catch up to the older force user who had quickly gotten into the other airship with her still pressed against him.

Only when the glass window was closed above them he let the arm around her shoulder fall away, but it didn't change the close proximity because this was obviously planned for one person only.

At a sound above them she saw Anakin standing on the glass.

The count on the other hand had the audacity to roll his eyes and started flying the damn thing in loops.

She watched in Shock as Skywalker fell down and the distance seemed to get too far for him to be able to catch up again.

It only hit her, when she saw the blue of Skywalker's blade disappear into the weird contraption.

She had just been kidnapped.

What the fuck was actually happening?

And how long would she have to stay this close to this man. Because she wanted out. Quickly!

“Your use of the force under pressure is as bad as I expected it to be. I guess that will be the first thing to work on.”

He had the nerve to berate her. He was actually berating her.

Just as she wanted to open her mouth to argue back, she could feel pressure building against her head. It was a blinding headache.

“I would watch how you talk to me. I will not allow back talk. Have we understood each other?”

The pressure wouldn't let up until she nodded. Then it disappeared leaving her exhausted.

“You will remain silent until at least after we boarded the ship. Understood.”

She nodded again, her fingers starting to shake in her lap.

She had been right. He was dangerous. And somehow he had gotten into her head.

Now the only question that remained was how to get him out again.

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Pet Project (Chapter 2)

General Grievous x F!Reader

Summary: The General has no one with him on the third moon of Vassek but his bodyguards, his doctor, and his roggwart, Gor, where he resides. You are the victim of loathsome pirates. Your ship crashes in Grievous’ backyard. As you lie injured and immobile, dying, he sees himself reflected in your eyes.

There’s no reason EV-A4-D can’t fix you—not because it’s right, but because he’s selfish. No one needs to know—especially not the count. You become his pet project. What harm could it do, to have a little real company for once?

Warnings: This chapter contains conversations about blood, injury, and surgery. In the future, there will be explicit sexual content, as I am gearing up for smut.

Word count: 2k

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Grievous did not trust his MagnaGuards for this, carrying you himself, bridal style. Your weight was slight compared to his immeasurable strength, like lifting a child, or a bird—albeit one that was broken and flightless.

He had cut the metal rod sticking out from your belly with an artful swipe of a stolen lightsaber, leaving the exposed shard buried in your guts with the knowledge that you would bleed out should he remove it. Additionally, the debris that had fallen on top of your legs, he had displaced, one of them being mangled below the knee.

The Kaleesh could be careful, his powerful, cybernetic legs carrying him down, up, and across the rocky, unforgiving surface of Vassek 3. He had chosen this place for a reason: no one dared to attempt to infiltrate his lair.

Though he did not speak of it to those bodyguards that surrounded him, he knew your chances of survival were slim. And it was not as if they would care, or that he should care, though he felt a connection to you—however small—knowing what it was like to flirt with death, barely clinging to life by a single thread.

Whether it was kindness or necessity—a stroke of luck or a bid for total control—Grievous was still here, living, breathing—though often with difficulty—a testament to his warrior spirit. And no one—no one—would ever take that away from him.

Not now, not when he was so much more a machine than man, able to repair himself easily, to come back from what would be an early grave for others—improvements, modifications bestowed upon him by Separatist cybernetic experts and Geonosian biotechnicians under the orders of Count Dooku—giving him access to capabilities only dreamt of by those of mere flesh and blood, those who were simply mortal.

Though to most, he was not a thing of dreams but of nightmares—a creature to haunt your memories, his name inspiring fear in the hearts of all who laid their eyes on him. It was what he wanted, what he deserved—and the Jedi would pay; never would their slight against him and his people be forgotten.

Perhaps you would be no different. So long had it been since he had interacted with anyone who was not out to give him orders, who was not out to conquer or destroy him. Besides the inferior, useless battle droids assigned to his command, he was forced to be content caring for Gor or dealing with his nettlesome doctor.

That was where he was currently headed, and regardless of the outcome, he knew you would be forever changed, whether you wished to accept it or not. This time, he was in the pilot’s seat, though he knew nothing about you or where you had come from.

Your clothing was that of a commoner; it was obvious you were not wealthy, nor were you someone from a prominent household—not like the Count of House Serenno, the Head of State of the Confederacy of Independent Systems…

And what would Dooku have to say to this? General Grievous, the Supreme Martial Commander of the Separatist Droid Army, taking in a lowly human woman to his den.

The Kaleesh came to find he did not care. What he did in the privacy of his own residence was none of the count’s business! Barring this internal argument, he had already made his decision. You would live—he would make sure of it, if only out of spite.

“We have arrived,” Grievous said gruffly—not that you could hear him. The three IG-100s strolling to either side of him turned their heads in unison, as if he was addressing them, as if they did not know their current whereabouts already.

“Open the door,” the Kaleesh commanded. The nearest of the MagnaGuards pressed a centrally located block toward the bottom of the monumental structure that stood before them, its movement slow, the gateway parting incrementally until enough space was provided to allow the group to pass.

Grievous was greeted by a sound—his loyal roggwart waiting for him just beyond the entrance of his lair, snorts and growls accompanying the wagging of his forked tail and the waving of all four of his cybernetic limbs.

“Gor! Not now,” his master protested, pushing away the creature’s face from investigating your battered body. The horned beast whined. Though predatory, Gor submitted to one man only—the sentient before him, Grievous, waving a hand toward his nearest guard.

“Go—feed him, play with him,” the general ordered. The IG-100 unit turned without a word, coaxing the fanged monstrosity down the opposite end of the hall.

Grievous stopped to watch, though time was of the essence, and gave the last two MagnaGuards separate instructions: they were to return to their recharge stations and wait to be summoned should a need for them arise.

He took a moment to gaze down at you, asleep—or rather, unconscious—in his arms. You were pretty, like a flower, and just as delicate.

The warlord had spent little time around human women—or those incapable of fending for themselves. Even his beloved Ronderu lij Kummar had been a mighty warrior. All ten of his wives, lost to him back on Kalee, had been formidable and fierce.

Grievous lowered his head, bringing it close to your face. His reptilian eyes studied you as he brushed your nose—more out of curiosity about how it might feel than anything else—his integrated sensors allowing him to do so.

Soft, came his thoughts, wondering if he should do it again. Then, a voice called out to him—the doctor had spied him on the holofeed. His speech was more than abrasive to the ears; it was dry and insipid, his tone conveying immediate disapproval, though it mattered little to Grievous. He did not answer to him.

“Master, what are you doing? Who is that? What is going on? You were gone so long, I thought the MagnaGuards had bested you. I have spare parts waiting, just in case.”

“Fool!” Grievious grunted, “as if they could defeat me.” He paused, looking up toward a nearby camera, knowing the droid was watching from his place in the medbay. “It is a woman,” he said matter-of-factly. “I need you to repair her.”

“Re-repair?” EV-A4-D asked apprehensively. “Master, she is human. Humans are not—”

"You can and will fix her,” the general growled, beginning his trek toward the back of his lair, passing room after room filled with Kaleesh history, weapons, armor, and his most prized possessions—his trophies, earned in the heat of battle.

“You can’t be serious—you are serious,” A4-D complained. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do,” he stated blandly, leaving behind the surveillance equipment and his bird’s-eye view to retreat to his workstation, where he began making preparations for Grievous’ and your arrival.

What a bizarre request, he thought.

Though the general’s footsteps were loud, reverberating throughout the halls, you did not stir. The Kaleesh watched your chest rise and fall, though your breathing was shallow.

He made a sound of reproach and adjusted you in his arms. Then, his right shoulder dislocated itself so his cybernetic limb could split apart into two—he needed the extra hand to activate the secret door that granted him admittance into his control room, the most inaccessible part of his home, protected from intruders should anyone ever attempt to ambush him.

“Master, I hope you know this is highly irregular.”

Grievous made a sound of irritation, pushing past A4-D with your body held gingerly aloft. He was so tall that the doctor only came up to his midsection, yet A4-D behaved as if he were impervious to the general’s wrath.

“You will do as I say,” he concluded, moving you toward a surgical table.

“No, not yet—she will need the bacta tank before I am ready,” the droid interrupted. Grievous’ head swiveled toward him as he glared, but he nonetheless took his advice, carrying you to the tank that stood just off to his left.

“And don’t bother removing her clothes. It’s more to mitigate pain than anything else. We don’t want her wounds closing over the object.”

Grievous hesitated at the thought, coughing loudly before he continued his upward climb.

“Count Dooku commed while you were away,” A4-D informed him dourly. “I expect he wishes to hear from you as soon as possible.”

“The count can wait,” Grievous returned, not in any hurry to answer his beck and call.

A4-D inspected you, even as Grievous ascended the final stair of the tank’s entry platform. He knew this much, at least—how to connect a being to a rebreather, understanding that even if your lungs were damaged, you would still need oxygen.

“She is in bad shape, Master, I am not sure that I will be able to help her,” the droid said glumly.

“What did I tell you?!” Grievous bit back nastily, “you can and you will!”

A4-D was silent for a moment, his microprocessors calculating outcomes and trajectories, components needed, tools required for operating on human flesh—it was so… tender compared to that of what he was used to—even Kaleesh hide was tougher and more resilient.

“Internal bleeding, tissue damage, perforated organs... She will require a laparotomy, not to mention her right leg will most likely need to be amputated and replaced. And we’re going to have to remove that rod impaling her—sooner rather than later.”

Grievous did not speak, but stared, listening intently to the doctor’s assessment.

“I will need scalpels, forceps, scissors, retractors, and suction equipment. In addition, repli-limb prosthetic organs for her stomach, intestines, and quite possibly her liver.”

Grievous turned his eyes back toward you, using the support mechanism himself—a rather rudimentary pulley system that allowed your body to be lowered in through the tank’s top hatch.

“Then get them,” the Kaleesh answered harshly, watching as you were now fully submerged in bacta, A4-D shaking his head as he turned to putter off.

“It will cost you a small fortune, but whatever you say, Master.”

A low rumble began to unfurl deep in Grievous’ chest cavity, the general tempted to scold A4-D for being bold enough to challenge his decision, though the droid was saved from further insults by the chime of his communications console coming from the room next door.

“That would be Dooku,” he heard the doctor say before he disappeared around the corner, Grievous not in the least bit amused.

Despite this, Grievous stomped his way forward, closing the door to the surgical chambers behind him. He hacked a cough, then took a seat, finding himself face to face with the wavering, faint blue outline of none other than the Count of House Serenno himself.

“Greetings, my lord,” the general said, knowing when to pay the count his due respects. After all, he did not wish to come off as suspicious—acting as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening, deciding to keep quiet about the last hour’s activities.

“General, I have new orders. You are to capture Outpost 716. It is a well-defended command center used by the Republic. With it out of the way, our enemy’s supply chain will be broken, giving us the upperhand.”

“I understand,” came the droid general’s terse reply.

“You will leave immediately.”

Grievous felt the need to protest but withheld. “As you wish, my lord.”

Dooku’s image faded away into nothingness as the call ended, the Kaleesh venturing back toward the medbay. A4-D was walking hurriedly between cabinets, withdrawing various tools and implements, a datapad held in the opposing hand.

“The order has been placed—rush shipping, of course. I’m using the same supplier that manufactured your gut-sack—BioTech Industries. We could cover her modifications with synthflesh, but we can put a hold on that for now. The most important thing is that she makes it through the night.”

“See that she does,” Grievous snapped, turning from his faithful doctor to make good on his promise to the count.

“Master, are you leaving?”

“I will return shortly. Do not fail me, Doctor.”

“One question,” A4-D interjected. “What’s so special about this human? Where did she come from?”

“Her ship crashed. I found her like this.”

That was all the droid needed in the way of an explanation; he finally understood.

“I’ll do my best,” came his reply. “But no promises.”

[nightheartbatwings]

You belong to me 2

Dooku x reader

Summary: You are brought to an unknown destination. The loss of your loved ones turns into something Dangerous and you find out who wants you.

Author Note: Carefull this chapter is a little rough and someone get's killed! So be warned. Still I hope you all enjoy reading this and are as excited as I am on how it will continue! Love you all 🦇

Warnings: Death, feelings of loss, anger, rage, murder, bounty is delievered (you)

You belong to me

You belong to me 3

Your heart was still pounding violently in your chest and your ears we're still ringing. Tears starting to fill your eyes making the anger inside your heart rise to eats peak. You do not want to cry. Not infront of them. The sick scum called bounty hunters don't deserve to see your tears.

They just murderd your friends, the ones you loved most. For that you will take revenge. Make them suffer. Just like you are suffering now. We're the hell they are taking you, you have no Idea. What you do know though is that you want to stop Aurra Sing from smirking at you. „Look at you, poor little thing. You really believe that you can change your sitiuation do you?

I will let you in on a secret. You will not be able to change a single thing“ She held her gun up and pointed it straight at you, her smirk groing bigger. In your mind you already picture her dead body lying on the floor. It will be a big satisfaction. With nothing to lose anymore this will be a peace of cake. A piece of cake that will taste delicous. „Stop that nonsense. We are to bring her alive.

Not dead remember? There will be no credits If she is dead“ Bane comes into view and lowers Aurras blaster. „That's why I hate working with you“ She looks at him warningly however doesn't attack him. Instead she turns around and walks to the cockpit. Bane moves towards the cage you have been thrown into and kneels infront of it.

„You have a murderous look on your face. I don't blame you. Somehow I understand how you feel. Let me give you a tip, don't let others bounce on you. Be the one who bounces on others. Like this no one will be able to hurt you. Trust me I know what I am talking about“ His eyes scan you, trying to see something.

What that something is, you don't know. You gaze back into his red eyes and hold eyes contact. „It is easy to say when I am the one who is locked up here and you are the one out“ He chuckles and tilts his head. „But let me tell you something. When I am out of here, I will murder you. Aurra will be the first. You will be afraid.

Believe me on that“ Your eyes burn into his now, your hands balled into fists. The force around you getting thicker, rougher and sharper. Like knives ready to be used. The air in your lungs burning and your vision turning red. Bane shakes his head and stands up. „I don't think so“ He leaves to the cockpit. The cage starts to groan and you start to thread a web around it.

The force inside of you turning into a volcano. You have no Idea where you are, what is going to happen to you but you decided to take matters into your own hands. The handcuffs you Had breaking, falling onto the ground. The rods of the cage break too and you push against them hard breaking free.

A loud thud thundering through the ship. Clearly they heard you. But the force was one with you and that's something they don't know. Guided by the force you hide, hiding away your presence from others around you. „She broke out! We have to find her“ Aurra curses and already starts searching while Bane studies the damaged cage. You watch from the dark, your fingertips already tickling.

Ready to strike. „It doesn't matter, she is still on the ship and we are already we're we have to be. We still have to land“ Bane's voice is calm. Like it doens't even bother him that you broke out. He walks back to the cockpit. Aurra alone with you now. She doesn't know it yet, but this will be over. You lift your hand and lift her, chocking her. She gasps and squirms in your hold.

Now you are the one who smiles. Your thoughts going to Obi-wan, Anaking and Keth. Escpecially Keth. Your heart aches, it burns horrible. It's all their fault. They died because of them. You choke her harder and already hear her bones breaking. With one swift motion you snap her neck and her body falls to the ground with a thud.

Your blood boils through your veins and a strange sensation curses through your body. The fact that you just killed someone out of rage throws you of balance. It's like you are not really alive and alive at the same time. The worst part of all. You enjoyed it. The way she squirmed in your hold, how the light left her eyes and how her neck sounded when you snapped it.

It filled you with so much joy, easing some of the pain from your losses. The sound of clapping fills your ears, making you look up. Bane stands before you, smiling down at you. „I see you finally took matters into your own hands. However a little to late. We are here. He is already waiting for you“ Bane smiles brightly and you can't help yourself anymore. You feel exhausted.

Drained like you just ran a marathon. You never used your force like this. Maybe that's why you feel dizzy right now. What even just happend? It's like the last couple of minutes got deleted from your head. Bane comes closer and puts on new handcuffs, pushing you to your feet. To weak to protest you just let him pull you out of the ship. The light blinds you and your eyes need a few seconds to adjust.

Batte droids surround you and you see another ship. A solar sailor that you asociated with someone dangerous. Something pulled at your heart, at the force inside of you. You push it out, exhaustion crashing over you again. It will not take long till you will pass out because of how drained you are. Strangely you manage to keep the intruder out. Then someone steps out of the solar sailor and your heart starts to race. Fear. Pure fear spreads through you.

The count walks over towards you. His eyes scanning you, taking in your appearence. „First the payment, then the woman“ Bane holds you tightly and you try not to wince. Dooku lifts his hand and battle droids come towards us with a box. They open it and your eyes widen. That amount of credits will keep you feed forever. Why would the count give away so many credits and that for you? Bane looks pleased and leans closer towards you. His warm breath brushing over your ear.

„Thanks dear, take care of yourself“ He pushes you towards the count and takes the credits. You manage to stop the fall with your hands but wince. Your legs feel numb now and you are not sure If you will be able to get up. Bane leaves and you are alone with the battle droids and the count now. „Why?“ Your body shakes with exhaustion and your hands ball into fists. He kneels down infront of you and his fingers lift your chin.

Tears streaming down your face. Tears you have held back since the moment you heard the explosion. The moment you know your friends we're lost, gone forever. His brown eyes gazing into yours. „You will not have to worry about a thing now. Know that you are safe and are coming with me. I see you are exhausted, you can rest while we travel“

He takes your hand and helps you up, leading you to his solar sailor like a gentleman. A wave of calmness washes over you and instead of pushing it away you embrace it. To exhausted to fight. In the ship you are forced to sit next to him. Your eyes feel heavy and fall closed. You try to fight it but to no avail. Sleep crashing over you like a wave. Taking you into the deepest darkest parts of the ocean, where there is no escape.

[moon-heart22]

You belong to me

Count dooku x reader

Summary: Your old friends visit you on Ryloth and inform you about a bounty hunter that hides there.

Author note: Hello again. I hope you all are doing alright and have a good day! I have so much fun writting the last couple of days and I will probably make multiple chapters for this story. Hope you like it and love you all! I would love to know what you think about this. ❤️

Warnings: Bounty hunters, mention of the blue shadow virus, explosion, mention of anger

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If one thing was a lie, then that life was easy. Easy for everybody. Some are gifted, some have luck and some have nothing. However all of us had one thing that made us all equals. Death. No matter who we we're, you could not escape it. Those who tried, failed misserably.

„Obi-wan, Anakin it's good to see you“ It had been some time since you have seen your friends and you could not help yourself but to smile brightly. Years ago you saved their lifes. This unacpected accurence turned your whole life upside down. Maybe it was destiny, maybe it was luck who knew?

At the time you already knew that you we're different from others but you never had dreamt that you had potential to become a Jedi. A strong force power resided within you. Raw and still unformed. Something that made you sad was when you got told that you we're way to old to be trained in the arts of the Jedi.

This did not stop you from training yourself in the force. „It's a pleasure to see you too Y/N. After all this time on Naboo you have grown quite a bit“ Obi-wan gifts you a gentle smile and Anakin next to him pats you softly on your shoulder. The last time you saw them was a year ago, helping them to save Naboo.

Things have changed over the past few years. Wars have broken out all over the galaxy and there we're many, many deaths. They we're not here on Ryloth for good old times sake. „Where is Cham Syndulla?“ They had to talk with him about a bounty hunter. A bounty hunter who apperently escaped their crasp and landed here on Ryloth to hide.

„He is where he always is. Follow me“ You stride towards Cham's usuall spot. The moment you enter Cham's home he turns around and he smiles. His sharp teeth showing. It reaches his eyes.

„Master Kenobi, General Skywalker it's a pleasure to see you again. Y/N informed me that you had important matters to discuss with me, after you contacted her.“ They start telling him about the bounty hunter and that he is a big threat. Cad bane.

You have heard stories about this bounty hunter. He is very good at his job, dangerously good. Bane never fails to do his job, never. If they fail to capture him or at least stop him, you don't want to picture the damage he could cause.

A familiar hand rests on your shoulder and you look over your shoulder to see your best friend smile at you. A Twi'lek with pruple skin and bright blue eyes. Keth dyss was the one who stayed by your side most of the time. The first time you met he saved your life. Since then the two of you got inseperable.

Warm feelings spread through your body and he leans closer. „What are they discussing? I just came here to check on you but now I am curious.“ Keth's voice is low when he speaks into your ear. It sends a pleasent shiver down your spine. „There is a bounty hunter here on Ryloth. Cad bane to be exact“ Your eyes look deeply into Keth's and he smiles softly.

„I am sure with our help they will capture him in no time“ His hand leaves your shoulder and instead he takes your hand into his. Your relationship has grown deeper for a while now. And sometimes Keth steps over a few lines that you would consider more than just friendship.

His lingering touches, his hands taking yours and the way his eyes gaze at you differently than before. With deeper feelings inside of them. Feelings that wait to be released from their box. Still the both of you didn't dare to ask. To ask If your friendship is something more now. If the both of you should become lovers.

„We thank you for your support Cham, we will search for Cad bane imidiatly and keep you updated“ The discussions are over. You squeeze Keth's hand and let it go. „Would you acompany us Y/N? It would be fun to have you with us“ Anakin looks at you with a smile, his gaze shortly moving towards Keth before going back to yours.

„Yes it would be my pleasure“ Keth follows us outside and Obi-wan looks at him. „You are friends?“ „Yes we are“ You both answer in unsion. Obi-wan chuckles and Anakin throws a knowing smirk in your direction. „My name is Keth dyss. I have heard many great stories about the two of you“

You are glad they like Keth. Anakin tells about the time we're you saved Naboo with them a year ago. About the blue shadow virus. Remembering it makes your blood freeze. It still haunted you a little, but it is not as bad as it used to be.

Keth is proud of you, his smile big. It makes your heart warm. After talking for a little while longer you decide to start your search here in the City. Lessu is wonderful as well as the Twi'leks within.

Traveling through Lessu City was always magical. New things everywhere you looked and people always smiling. Even though the war has been rough on them they haven't lost their joyfull nature. „So Y/N how did you and Keth meet?“ Anakin looks at you with a smile.

He clearly is aware that the both of you harbor feelings for each other that are deeper than friendship. Why else would he smirk at you like that all the time. „I saved her life. Her ship had crashed here on Ryloth, further out in the wilds. For her luck I was wandering around close to the crashsite.“

You remember it. He pulled you out and he was the first thing you saw when you opend your eyes. In that moment you believed he was an angel. You must have looked really terrible, maybe even close to dying but he still took care of you.

„You crashed why?“ Obi-wans gaze is full of worry but you only shake your head. „This is a story for another time. We should focus on the task at hand“ You still had to find Cad bane. He was your first priority. After that you could share stories.

„So one thing I do not understand is what exactly is Cad Bane after?“ Anakin looks at you worried and shakes his head. „That's the thing, we do not know. He is after a person but whom is unknown.“

You stopp in your steps and your eyes widen. Keth frowns next to you and you feel his unease. „So you are saying he could be after anybody?“ Obi-wan nods. „Yes“

This whole situation just turned worse. „Great, that means the faster we find him the better“ Anakin nods and smiles. „Indeed Y/N. Do you have any Idea or a plan where a bounty hunter like Cad Bane would reside?“ You think for a while, your gaze going to Keth.

His eyes already on you. He nods. „I might have an idea“ All of you ended in the most visited and liked bar in Lessu. You had put on different clothing and coats to not be reconised imidiatly.

The bar was full and laughter rang through the air. Nothing looked out of place or seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe he wasn't here. „Stay guarded. He is here“ Obi-wan had leaned closer to you and you noded. The four of you separeted and searched the bar.

Obi-wan ordered a drink, Keth set down on a table further away and Anakin and you walk around the bar. Still no Bane in sight. Maybe Obi-wan was wrong? No, he is here. Even you felt it. The threatening energy that curses through the room is getting thicker by the minute.

Your eyes meet Anakins and then a deep voice rings through the bar. „Don't move Jedi or your friends die.“ Cad Bane was standing behind Obi-wann a weapon to Keth's head. No. Anakin moves imidiatly but then stops when someone shoots a warning shot.

Bane is not alone. Obi-wan turns towards Bane. „This will not end good for you Bane. I hope you are aware of that.“ Bane laughs and smile menacingly. Suddenly you feel a gun on the back of your head. A woman stands behind you and gives you a cruel smile.

„We found what we wanted. Let us leave and nobody dies“ Obi-wan lifts his hands showing that he wouldn't attack and Anakin sigh frustrated. Keth looks worriedly at you, realising what this means. They we're after you. The both of you might never see each other again.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. It's all you are able to hear now. „Come sweetheart, don't make a mistake believing you could save your friends and yourself. They will die If you plan something stupid“ The woman behind you warns.

Her hold on your arm get's bruising and she shoves you forward. Out of the bar and away from your friends. Only now you see that there are two more, who work with the bounty hunters. You had lost the moment we entered the bar.

Bane pushes Keth against Kenobi and leaves. An explosion reaches your ears shortly afterwards, your heart aching. „No“ The woman next laughs and smile cruelly at you. Disgust and rage blooming inside your heart. You want to murder her.

„Aura we have to get her to the ship now“ Bane demands and he puts handcuffs on you. Pushing you towards their ship. Your thoughts are with your friends and you pray that they are alright.

„Count we have captured the person you wished for“ „Good, I knew I could trust you to fullfill this duty. You will be paid acordingly“ A smile spreads on the Count's lips. Finally, he has what he wanted. Everything will work out perfectly, just like he planed.

[moon-heart22]

Bounty gone wrong 3

Fong Do x reader

Summary: Do and I reach the planet Ryloth. He doesn't answer my questions about the one who hired him and I get frustrated. On Ryloth we get thrown into unexpacted crossfire.

Author Note: Hehe this is so much fun. I love to write this story and maybe some of you noticed that here we meet with the charackters from “You belong to me”. If you haven't, now you do. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. ❤️

Warnings: Kissing, slow feelings, threats, drinks, explosion

My palms we're sweaty, my mouth slightly parted and my eyes open wide. The blue around us terrefieng me. Do gazes at me and his hand reaches out towards me. „It's okay. Nothing will happen to us. We are in the hyperspace now. It wouldn't take long till we reach the planet now“ His hand is now on my arm and he sqeeuzes it softly.

Why do I feel so calm when he is touching me? This is fucking wrong. He got hired to kill or capture me. I still haven't figured out why the hell he would help me all of a sudden. This could have been a terrible mistake.

A mistake I might regret for the rest of my life. I have to ask him about the one who hired him. He needs to tell me. „Who hired you? Please Do tell me. I need to know“ He shakes his head and removes his hand from me.

His gaze going back outside. Why is he not saying anything? „Please Do I need to know“ He sighs and looks at me again. I can not read his expression. „I am very sorry but I will not tell you who it was. Not now at least. Look Y/N we have other problems now. I promise to tell you, but not now“

A frustrated sigh leaves my lips and I look to the side. My heart filling with anger. The feeling spreading through my whole body. I need to be patient If I want to know who it is. He is right. I will have to wait. The ship shakes a little and we leave the hyperspace.

„We are here“ A Planet I have never seen before comes into my view. Do flying straight towards it. „What planet?“ „Ryloth“ My eyes widen at his words and we are now on the planet. A city coming into our view. „What the hell are we doing on Ryloth!?“

He gives me a look from the side and shakes his head. „Hiding. Calm down Y/N please. You will make it harder for both of us If you freak out“ „It's hard not to freak out if you do not tell me a thing“ Do lands the ship and stops the engine.

He gets up and I follow after him. We leave the ship and the sun is blinding my eyes for a few seconds. „We are in Lessu City now. The twi'lek are a very friendly folk and we can hide away here because we are basically nowhere. I thought about Tattoine but we will go there later. Come“

It's lively here, people walking past us and paying no mind to us. „Has Ryloth not been freed from the Seperatists a while ago?“ The twi'lek look alright, like they have started to get better. It's good that they are getting better.

It must have been nightmerish to have suffered hunger and nearly death because of the droids that had taken over their planet. I do not want to imagen the horror of losing loved ones. „Yes indeed they have. It's good to see them get better.“

He turns towards me and takes my hand, pulling me closer. His fingers brushing over my cheek. My heart races in my chest and my eyes widen. His touch leaves my skin burning. Do leans closer and smiles softly. „Have I told you that I can sense certain things?“

A deep shade of red spreads across my cheeks and I shake my head. He is close. To close. „I love the dreamy look in your eyes.“ His breath is now on my skin, his lips brushing over my nose. For Twi'leks that walk past us it must look like we are a couple.

That thought makes my heart race. A couple. „Do I do not think that we should do this“ My voice comes out weak and I hate that. Why can't it come out strong, certain. Show that I mean it. I do mean it right? We need to focus on surviving.

„Hm...maybe you are right“ His lips brush teasingly over my earlobe before he pulls away. A pleasent shiver running down my spine. A smile is on his face and he watches me. Clearly eager to see all of my reactions. How I look right now.

„Come, I want to drink something“ I follow after him and try to calm down my racing heart. Why do I feel like I am slowly but surely falling in love? This is not good. We reach a bar and enter. It's lively inside, full of people and laughter.

Do orders drinks for us and we sit down in a more hidden away space. It's so fun in here. Good music and the drink is really good. „That is delicous. Have you had this before?“ Do smiles at me and shakes his head. „No I haven't. Still I had a guess it would be very good. I am happy you like it“

His eyes smile with him. He has a beautiful smile. I love it. I nip at my drink and my gaze drifts through the crowd. Four new people enter the bar and my heart beat stops for a second. They are wearing coats and look like they do not want to be reconised.

Do notices my worry and eyes the new comers. He takes a hold of my hand and leans closer to me, whispering into my ear. „Do not worry. I have a feeling that they are not after us“ „How can you be so sure?“ He nods into the direction of one of the figures and I look closer.

The person hides a lightsaber behind the cloak. A Jedi. Do finishes his drink and leans closer towards me. „We should stay close like this. Just in case. Nobody will figure out who we really are like this“ His warmth seeps into my body.

Why is he doing this? If we have nothing to fear from them than why? To get closer to me? The thought makes my heart race again. I take a big sip from my drink. He chuckles and his warm breath is against my neck now. „You are warm“

My whole body tenses. Do is playing with fire. My hand goes to his thigh and I squeeze, hard. He has to stop this or I will scream. Scream my lungs out. My eyes look around the room again and something catches my eye. Way back behind us, hiddin behind a plant is a blinking red light.

What the hell is this? Another thing catches my eyes, a blue alien with a big hat. Where have I seen him before? „Do...who is that?“ He lifts his head and looks into the direction I tilt my head in. His hand tightens his hold on mine and he gets tense. „What is it?“ He looks at me again, leaning closer.

His arms wrapping around me, pulling against him. My eyes widen again and his breath is warm against my ear. „This is Cad Bane. A very good Bounty hunter. One of the best. By the looks of it he is not alone“ My breath catches when he presses a soft kiss onto my ear.

„What now?“ „We wait, we don't know If he is really after us“ Another kiss is pressed onto my ear and my hand squeezes his thigh. He is such a tease. He pulls away but still holds me close. Not as close as before.

Suddenly the laughter dies. We watch the scene before us unfold. A Twi'lek that is purple has a gun on his head by Cad Bane. He talks with one of the other new comers. Warning him. A warn shot is shot because the Jedi wanted to interfere.

A woman now having a gun at the back of her head too. The look she shares with the Twi'lek is heartbreaking. Poor woman. She could have been me. Me with a gun at the back of my head. They leave and take the woman with them.

More red lights fill my vision. No this is not good. „Shit bombs“ Do curses and pulls me up trying to run outside. To late. The bombs go off and everything turns pitch black.

[moon-heart22]

Bounty gone wrong 2

Fong do x reader

Summary: Many things are still unclear and danger looms on the horizon. Do makes an unexpected offer that I have no choice but to accept. The future will show how this will end.

Author Note: The next chapter is out! Wish you all fun while reading and I hope you enjoy it. If you have good feedback for me please tell me. I am excited to know what you think about the story. Have a good day or night! ❤️

Warnings: escape from another planet, mention of looming danger, complicated feelings, cursing

His gaze never left mine. I saw myself reflected in those orbs of his. Why do his eyes have to be that big? He is able to see me, all of me. I swallow and feel the need to say something. Anything. Just to make this fucking silence dissapear.

My mouth opens and closes. The words get stuck in my throat. There is so much I want to ask him. So many things I want to know. Maybe he knows who set a bounty on my head and why they would want me dead?

His hand goes to my face and he brushes his fingertips over my skin. Slowly, lightly and with care that I have never expirienced in my life before. My skin heats up where he touched me and a pleasent shiver runs down my spine. What is happening? I shouldn't enjoy this.

I moved away, getting some distance between us. Suddenly realising how close we are. The fact that he is shirtless doesn't make it any better. With all the strenght that is left inside my body, i try my hardest not to turn red like a tomatoe. Why do I feel attraction towards him. He is a bounty hunter! Clearly I have lost my mind.

„Why are you after me? Who hired you?“ My eyes burned deeply into his. I need to know. I need to know who wants me dead or whatever they want to happen to me. The nautolan infornt of me laughed again and gave me a bright smile. „You don't know? That's funny. Look Y/N, you know people that are really dangerous. Aren't you aware of that?“

I frown. There are no people in my life that are dangerous, right? Someone from the past? No, I always made sure not to get on the wrong side of people. Same as now. The fact that he knows my name tells me it must be someone who is close to me.

Still it does not make any sense. I am at home most of the time, never leaving my four walls. I avoid people. I can't think of anyone who would want me dead. However the fact that he knows my name must mean it IS somebody who knows me or at least my name. „You don't know who it is?“

He cocks his head and studies me closer. His expression turns unreadable for me wich I don't like. I stand up and rub my arms. „It's better for you to leave. I don't want you here“ My best chances are to leave now. But to where? No matter where I am going there will be someone who is after me.

What i need is a plan, a very good one. Fuck, I do not know how i will survive this. What should i do? I turn around and want to walk into my bedroom when his hand wraps around my wrist stopping me.

He crowds my space and he is so close that our noses are touching. The sudden closeness makes my heart race, my breathing quicken. „I have a better Idea. You come with me. Wanna know why? Because you aren't save anymore. Trust me it wouldn't take long till the other bounty hunters show up here.“ My mouth goes dry and I avert his gaze. He is right.

I know he is. It doesn't make it easier. If I can trust him is another story. „Why would you do that?“ His hold on my wrist lossens slightly and he gives me a small smile. „You saved my life. I want to return the favor“ I don't really believe him. He wants something else. What that something else is, I have to figure it out before it's to late. Why else would he Help me?

„How can I know that you aren't tricking me?“ He looks deeply into my eyes, his finger brushing over my lips. A shock of electrisity shots through my body. Shit what is happening to me? This is to much. I move a small distance away from him and swallow. Finally able to breathe at least a little.

„You don't“ His gaze is burning into my eyes. It is like he is staring into my soul. I have to trust him, even though i do not want to. Nor do I know what will happen now. Do I have a choice? My thoughts go to my daily life. Will I ever be able to return here?

If I do, I am not able to see it now. The only thing that i should prioritice is surviving. „Alright, I will come with you“ If this decision was a mistake, only the future will show. What I know is that in order to survive I have to put my trust in him. The bounty hunter who turned my life upside down.

„Good. Follow me“ He puts his upper clothing back on and I look away. I do not know why but looking at him does strange things to me. Makes my heart race with anticipation. I have a fucking problem and am not normal that is clear.

When the rustle of clothing stops i turn towards him again. He gives me a smile. „My names Fong Do. I believe it's only fair for you to know my name when I know yours.“

He strides out of my home and I follow after him. Stopping because I remember I might need a few things. „What now Y/N?“ „I will need a few things, please wait“ He answers me with an anoyed sigh but let's me get the things I need.

„We have to hurry now“ We reach his ship an hour later. I had packed a bag, with a few items and clothing to change. Do waited for me, not complaining or saying anything. He probably felt that i am sad to leave my home. My sanctuary.

Sad, worried and scared. Most of all scared. So many things can go wrong If we are not carefull. Other bounty hunters might already be after us. Sitting next to him in the cockpit is a strange expirience. „Where are you planning on taking me?“ He starts the ship and flys into the sky.

„First away from here. Don't worry Y/N. You are save with me“ He gifted me his brightest smile, his teeth showing. My heart jumped and warmth spread through me. It's breathtaking. His smile is beautiful. More than that.

I should not let my feelings get in the way. He might be a danger. Do could still betray me. But no matter how hard I try, i can not stop the smile forming on my lips. The warmth that spreads through me.

When we reach space I see my planet for the first time. My eyes widen in awe at the beauty before me. It's unlike anything I have ever seen before. A chuckle reaches my ears. „Wait till you see other plantes. There are many that are beautiful trust me.“

„Don't get scared now Y/N. I assume by the looks of it that it's your first time in space. We will fly into hyperspace now. Don't worry though nothing will happen“ He finishes tapping in some cordinates and my nais dig into the seat. He flashes me another smile and the ship jumps into hyperspace. Oh shit...

[moon-heart22]

Bounty gone wrong

Fong do x reader

Summary: It was a day like any other. Or at least you believed that. The moment you went to work, your life has been turned upside down by a certain bounty hunter.

Author Note: This is written in first person. I saw Fong Do and I have to say it's a crime that there isn't any fic about him. So I am here to change that. Have fun while reading.

Maybe I will write something about Dagan Gera in the future 🤭

Not checked for grammer! You can also read this on my AO3!

Warnings: cursing, killing, bounty hunters, blood, wounds

How the fuck did I end up in this situation? Only the gods know. All that has happend, in the last couple of hours was pure fucking chaos. I would have rather dug thousands of holes in my garden, than to get hunted by a bounty hunter, for hours! The amount of credits on my head we're insane! The worst part of all of this? I didn't even know why? Why the hell I, of all people, would be targeted.

So how did this happen? Well it all started early in the morning. I woke up after I only have slept three hours and prepared some coffee. It's a necessasity for me. Without coffee I believe I wouldn't have survived this long. Then I scrolled through the holonews.

Nothing out of the ordanary catched my eye. It was just a peacefull morning. The way to my work place was calm and like always boring. I work in an antique shop and I love my work there. My boss was not there often. He always had other things to do, only coming by when he got new antique ware to sell or to check on me.

The shop often was complitly empty, not a lot of people we're interested in stuff like this. My days we're often filled with cleaning shelfes and placing the new items on them for sale. So I often had peace.

Nothing but peace. The bell rang. Signaling that someone had entered. Happy that someone was interested in antique things, I greeted the customer. He was a nautolan, had green-yellow skin with black dots and red eyes. He also had dots on his tendrils.

„What can I do for you?“ My smile bright and my voice cheerful . He looked at me, studying me and cocked his head. Silence. He didn't say a thing and I started to get a little uncomfortabel. My palms began to sweat. „Well...if you need anything-“ Before I was even able to finish my sentence I had a knive to my throat. „Don't do anything stupid. Don't scream, don't run. Do as I say and you will stay alive.“

I swallowed and looked into his big red eyes. My heart rate shot up. „Follow me“ He grapped my arm and shoved me outside. My breathing turning heavy. I have to go. Run. Run! Without thinking I punch my elbow into his stomach and bolt away.

My feet moving on their own. I was suprised that it worked. How easy it was to escape his hold. However I felt that he was running after me. The chase had begun.

That's how I have ended up in this situation. Running and hiding for hours. I am tired. He must be aswell. I managed to lose him in the masses. Breathing heavy I run home. After hours of running it's the first thought that comes to my mind.

From the looks of it, it must have been a bounty hunter. But why? Why would a bounty hunter be after me? There was nothing I had. Nothing. My eyes scan my surroundings.

The bounty hunter surely has lost me. Making my way home was nerve wrecking. When I reached my home, I locked my door. My heart still racing. To late I realised that this was a big mistake. A gun was held to my head. This time it was another bounty hunter.

Her smile cruel. „Now now...what did I catch here? A little bird trying to escape? Trying to fly away?“ Her mocking tone stabbed my heart. She laughed and I was just numb. That's it. I will die here. It's over.

I will never be able to finish my holonovel, will never be able to get my first kiss, will never be able to find the love of my life. I care more about my holonovel though. „This was way to easy. You know I am actually happy. The one million credits will hold me over the water a long time. Though I can't see why you have that much on your head.“

My heart pounded in my ears and I wanted to cry. One million! What the hell! The door to my apartment crashes open and the bounty hunter pulls me towards her, pressing her gun to my temple. My eyes lock with the nautolan that had been chasing me.

„Oh look who decided to join the party. Fong Do I believe you are way to late. The bounty is already mine“ Her grip got bruisingly tight and the two bounty hunters stared each other down.

Before I could even react she shot at him and I took the change to kick her hard. She groaned and I ran into the kitchen. Fong Do and the woman started to fight each other to get to me. I got myself a kitchen knive and looked out of the door. My heart racing in my chest. It was clear Fong Do was losing this fight. My heart ached in my chest when I watched him get wounded.

Without a second thought, I rushed to the woman and stabbed her into the back. She screamed and I got pushed away. Do pushed his blaster towards me, holding his stomach. Blood covering his hand and slowly surrounding him. I shot at her and she screamed. The scream ringing in my ears and then silence.

She had collapsed on the floor, dead. The blaster falls out of my hands. I killed someone. My whole body went numb. It felt like it was I who died not her. A groan of pain reached my ears and snapped me out of my numbness. I rushed to Do and looked at him. „Isn't that funny? I was hunting you...you...saved me...“

I was still under shock when I registerd his words. My alarm bells started ringing by the way his eyes fluttered closed and he forced them to stay open. All the blood on the floor. „Don't talk. You need your energy. I will patch you up“ Rushing to my bedroom I grab my medcid and a booster. This will help.

Rushing back to him I gaze into his big red eyes. „I will have to remove your upper clothing. Hold on. It will be over soon“ My hands started working and Do didn't protest. He let me pull off his shirt and I started to take care of the blaster wound. His eyes watching me. Never leaving me.

Somehow it made my chest warm. „You are strange...I wanted to capture you, get your bounty. Why are you patching me up? It would be easier for you if I died“

My eyes shortly moved up to meet his. He was in pain, it was written all over his face. That fact however didn't make me go easy on him. „Shut up. You need your strenght to heal. Not to talk“ A laugh escaped his throat, wich he imidiatly regretted. A pained groan leaving his lips.

Carefully I lifted the cloth from his wound and then took the booster. „This will only hurt for a moment“ I pressed it into his skin, causing him to hiss in pain. As the remedy spread through his body, his wound closed up. The agony of the pain from his wound was gone. When my eyes lifted up, I felt my heart rate picking up.

Do was staring at me with an itensety, that took my breath away. The fire inside of them, telling me that this-was not over. Oh boy what did I get myself into...

[rat-talks-about-starwars]

My honest reaction when clones do their fucking big sad puppy eyes

I can't.....

[alnat-art]

Let’s aura farm (or be cringe?) with papa

[ironspider-noctis]

Either that or you’re apologizing for not posting a new chapter in five months.