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imogenkol · 4 days ago

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— MUSIC/WIP DAY

Currently feral over this cover for Imogen x Bix

Darling, we both know

That the nights are mainly made for

Saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe l'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

and for the WIP I’ve been plotting out more of a s2 arc I’ve had planned for Imogen when Luthen decides it’s time to take her off the chess board because she’s too unpredictable. Bix takes it upon herself with Cassian’s help to find Imogen and make sure she survived.

Frantically, Bix burst through the medcenter with Cassian on her heels and headed straight for the first desk she saw. A blue-skinned Pantoran nurse looked up and opened his mouth to greet their arrival, but the mechanic cut him off.

“I’m looking for a human woman who was involved in a possible crash, she would have been admitted two or three days ago.”

He sat straighter and his golden eyes studied them both suspiciously. “And are you immediate family?”

“Can you just tell me if she’s here or not?” Bix pressed impatiently. “Pale skin, brown hair, early thirties–”

“We can only disclose information on our patients to immediate family, miss.”

“She’s my wife, is that good enough for you?”

Bix practically felt the air beside her shift where Cassian stood. The ease with which she declared Imogen to be her wife would have surprised her as well if she had the time to consider the words that came out of her mouth, but she was desperate at that point. Bix would have said anything just to know if Imogen were alive. At the back of her mind, though, she realized she didn’t exactly hate the way it sounded.

“Very well,” the nurse said and raised his datapad. “And this man here? Is he family?”

“He’s my brother,” Bix answered curtly.

The tension only increased as Cassian turned away, no doubt to hide his appalled expression and stifle a scoff. The uncomfortable silence dragged on as the Pantoran leisurely tapped away on his datapad, having less than a fraction of the urgency bursting through Bix’s chest.

“It seems we do have an unidentified human woman under our care that fits your description. If you would kindly follow me, I will take you to her,” the nurse said.

His emphasis on kindly forced Bix to keep her more unruly emotions in check with the staff from there on. She feared they may turn her away before she could even set eyes on Imogen if her impatience pushed them too far.

As they travelled through the sterile hallways, bypassing nurses and doctors and patients of all species, Cassian sidled up beside her and leaned in to whisper “Brother?” as if the word were the most offensive thing she could ever possibly call him.

Under different circumstances, Bix would have found it amusing how much that bothered him.

“Only immediate family,” she replied under her breath. What was she supposed to say? She doubted that ex-boyfriend she could never seem to shake would make the cut. And Cassian certainly would never pass as Imogen’s brother, either. “You’re welcome to wait outside.”

He begrudgingly continued on without further protest.

They were led to a secluded room where a medical droid busied itself with maintaining the various apparatuses keeping Imogen alive. The scene shocked Bix down to her core.

Imogen was black and blue and bandages covered the more grizzly injuries, but she saw the surface level cuts that marred her exposed skin from shrapnel. A few areas were burned, but luckily nowhere near the charred flesh Bix feared she would see. Once they confirmed the identity of his patient, Bix heard the nurse inform her that Imogen had just returned from a bacta treatment the previous night and directed the medical droid to fill them in on the rest of the diagnosis so that he could return to his post.

Each notable injury that the medical droid listed with its monotone, robotic voice caused nausea to twist in Bix’s gut and creep up her throat. Broken leg, ribs and vertebrae. Collapsed lung. Substantial blood loss. Head trauma. And an induced coma that they could not definitively say she would wake up from despite the promising response her body had to treatment.

Bix gripped the edge of the bed that Imogen lay in to steady herself as she stared at her lover’s bruised face and the tube feeding oxygen directly into her damaged lungs. Bix had never seen the bounty hunter look anything less than pristine. Imogen would hate to be perceived the way she is now, Bix knew. But she couldn’t look away – couldn’t stop the sickness from reaching her thoughts and whispering that the woman she loved may never wake up.

After the droid rolled out of the room, silence fell on them.

“This is his doing, you know,” Bix said with barely contained venom. Not that she ever fully trusted Luthen or was shocked, but rage replaced the desperation in her veins.

“What do you want me to say?” Cassian asked impatiently. He knew who was responsible, too. There were no doubts, it had Luthen written all over it. “That I can’t believe he would do something like this? That she doesn’t deserve it?”

Bix shut her eyes tightly until she was able to swallow the lump in her throat. “I can’t lose her.”

“Have you considered you might be better off?”

For a moment, her rage became directed at Cassian. She wanted to turn around and strike him right across the face as hard as she could for suggesting such a thing — for his lack of empathy in what Imogen meant to her.

“I’m not stupid,” she snapped. “I know what she is, Cass.”

“I never thought you didn’t. I just don’t understand it.”

“And I don’t know how else to explain it to you. I can barely justify it to myself. She just…” Bix trailed off, still staring at the injured unconscious woman before them with an unbearable ache in her chest. “She sees me.”

“I see you.”

“No, you don’t,” Bix said bitterly. Then she took a deep breath and shook her head. The last thing she needed was to get into a screaming match with Cassian over this. Her energy was limited and Imogen would be more vulnerable than ever. Bix needed to keep her senses sharp and focused. And perhaps Cassian didn’t deserve the full brunt of her ire. Not for what happened to Imogen, at least. “There was a time I really thought you did. Well, I wanted to believe you did.”

“How can you say that?” He moved in closer to her and she flinched away, causing his steps to falter. “The moment I arrived on Ferrix, I saw you. I saw only you.”

“You noticed me,” Bix corrected with a forced calm. “But you didn’t see me, not really. Not like she does. I had no clue just how alone I was until she came along.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?”

Bix finally turned to face him. All of her anger seemed to fade when she saw the hurt confusion on his face. For all of his faults, Cassian truly did not understand, and she couldn’t fully blame him for that. She couldn’t forgive him, either. She didn’t want to. But it was too exhausting to keep blaming him for something beyond his comprehension. Especially when her efforts were better spent on what mattered most to her now.

“You’ve always been liquid, Cassian. Just when I thought that maybe I had you — really had you, you’d wash away again. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, you’ve always had your own crusade and that’s fine. But Imogen is…” as if pulled by an unseen perpetual cord, Bix found her gaze drawn towards her lover again, “solid ground, as crazy as that sounds. With her, I feel steady for the first time in my life. Without her, it’s like I’m free-falling.”

Cassian threw a thoughtful look over at the broken bounty hunter on the medical bed as well. After a long moment, he finally pursed his lips with a resigned nod. “I hope you don’t land too hard, then,” he said quietly.

“Don’t tell Luthen. I’m sure if he doesn’t already know she’s alive, he will soon, but he doesn’t need help finding out.”

“I can’t promise anything,” Cassian said, stepping away.

“You know,” Bix said as he brushed past her, “if your roles were reversed, she’d protect you.”

That stopped him short and he spun on his heel just enough to fix her with possibly the most exasperated expression he ever had, which was saying something.

Bix rolled her eyes — nearly feeling the urge to scoff at the admitted absurdity of her statement �� but set her hands on her hips and conceded. “I’d have to ask very, very nicely. But she’d do it.”

“Are you going to ask me very nicely?” Cassian said with a slight influx in his tone and a knowing smirk. His dark eyes twinkled with that look he used to give her when they were teenagers and he needed to convince her to get into some trouble.

Fortunately for Bix, she had built up an immunity to that look. “I’m gonna ask you,” she answered flatly.

He lingered by the door, shifting hesitantly on either foot. Then he nodded. “He won’t hear anything about this from me.”

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#oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #bix caleen #anyway time to post this I guess 💀#I finally got my trailer so I’m proper deranged #I’m sorry it’s only gonna get worse. yeah it’s terminal I fear.#love putting cass in an awkward af position with these two #but I also think it’s really interesting to explore. ya know there’s love there between Bix and Cass and there always will be #but it’s changed because of time. circumstance. priorities. war criminal girlfriend. etc.#they’ll always look out for each other even when they have a hard time doing it. it’s the Ferrix way.

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imogenkol · 3 months ago

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NADYA: picture her stocking overstuffed because so many people put lil gifts and treats in there for her 🥰

JAYDE: something healthy curtesy of her wife. Greg the cat also snuck in there and ate the sweets.

IMOGEN: mostly self explanatory, but Bix stuck a little treat in there for her sweetheart.

LYS: a ton of homemade treats curtesy of Bellara and Harding leading a group holiday baking session at the lighthouse

I was tagged by @lilywatt @neonshrike and @voidika to do this cute stocking picrew! Thank you lovelies!!

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#oc insp: Nadya Bishop #oc insp: Jayde Thatcher #oc insp: imogen kol #oc insp: Lys

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imogenkol · 3 months ago

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— WIP WEDNESDAY

I’ve been tagged a lot (thank you to those that have 💕) so I’ll just throw in the general tag list (ask to be added or removed!): @socially-awkward-skeleton @neonshrike @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @simonxriley @tommyarashikage @buggknife @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @unholymilf @thedeadthree @cassietrn @jackiesarch @d-esmond @loriane-elmuerto @shellibisshe @katsigian @captastra @simplegenius042 @theelderhazelnut @g0dspeeed @strangefable @statichvm @sevikagf @cptcassian @hexmaturgy @euryalex @auricfog @confidentandgood @e-the-village-cryptid @raresvtm

Been playing around with a concept to make Imogen’s life a little more difficult 🥰

The child trembled, his scrawny body curled in on itself to make him appear even smaller. There was no clear indication of how long he had been in the cell, but Imogen recognized the hardened gleam in the boy’s defiant glare. He experienced enough not to trust anyone who could open the locked door.

In those piercing eyes, the former Inquisitor recognized something else. A subtle strain at the edges of his features told Imogen that it took a massive effort to put on such a brave face.

Imogen saw a faint resemblance of the girl she had struck down all those years ago. That child had been slightly younger than this one, and she had been so very afraid, yet she stepped into the path of Imogen’s blade anyway. As if that would spare her younger brother behind her from an Inquisitor’s wrath. Even children reach for the smallest victories.

There was no one else this boy could protect besides himself. And even that was moot. The restraints on his wrists made what little he could use to defend himself obsolete. The boy knew it. Imogen knew it. Still, he scowled fiercely as if daring her to do her worst.

Imogen grinded her teeth and glanced left, then right. The other troopers on the block were dead and the hallway lay barren. She should not bother with any diversions, but she thought that perhaps granting this child a chance — however meager — may begin to balance the scales.

A chance was far more than she ever got at his age.

With a twitch of her fingers, Imogen forced her mind into the inner workings of the binders and released them. They clicked open and clattered onto the cold durasteel floor at the young boy’s feet. He glanced down and then blinked back up at Imogen in shock. The unexpected act of kindness only seemed to make the child more suspicious of her, so Imogen took a step back and pointed down the hall.

“That is the way out,” she said curtly. “I suggest you take your leave quickly.”

Imogen did not spare the child any words of comfort or even another glance before she turned on her heel and marched onward. She got several paces along until the gentle patter of a rushed gait behind her reached her ears, nearly drowned out by her own steady steps.

As she turned back, she saw the young boy come to an abrupt halt a mere meter away, his eyes wide and suddenly desperate.

“That way,” Imogen commanded and pointed in the opposite direction with more insistence.

The boy stood with such an unfazed expression that Imogen wondered if he even understood Basic until he spoke up. “I… I have nowhere to go.”

“The exit is a good start.”

“What about after that?” He shuffled on his feet and stared into his now empty cell as if that were the most viable option. “I don’t even know what planet I’m on.”

“That is not my concern,” she replied coldly.

Before he could argue further, Imogen turned her back on the boy again and continued on. She did more for him than she should have and would certainly not burden herself further. If he lacked the basic intelligence to escape or even take care of himself then he would not last long in the galaxy anyway.

“But you’re like me!”

Those words stopped her short. Imogen hadn’t the faintest idea where this random child had gotten such a notion. Had the boy not wasted so much of her time already, Imogen would have found his claim amusing.

“Is that so, child?” Imogen asked incredulously as she shot an impatient look over her shoulder once more.

The boy reached out and suddenly Imogen’s blaster flew out of the holster at her side with surprising velocity. She only had a split second to react and catch it with her own mind before the weapon could land in the palm of a child no older than twelve. The blaster remained suspended in the air between them as Imogen took a moment to weigh the boy’s strength in the Force. His talent was no match for hers, but the pull she felt against her whispered of this boy’s potential.

Seeing enough, Imogen wrenched the blaster free of the child’s influence and it floated into her gloved hand. She remained quiet as she returned it to its holster and regarded the boy with more interest. He clearly was no simple deviant the troopers had picked up off of the decrepit streets, but this revelation complicated things. Imogen had no desire for complications.

“I’ve never met anyone like me,” the boy stated in wonder, his bright eyes shimmering like she was a beacon before him.

Imogen should have known that her sins would be no easy task to atone for.

She sighed heavily. If nothing else, she could pawn the child off on Cal once she returned to him. The pretentious Jedi could finally have more students. “Stay close. Do not get in my way. Do not speak unless spoken to.”

The boy perked up and nodded emphatically. He trotted over to her like a pup. “My name is—”

“I do not care to know it, boy.”

#oc insp: Imogen Kol #Imogen at any given moment with this kid: nearly threw hands with an 11 year old #everyone is gonna be terrified that she’ll kill this kid and she’s gonna have to be like #omg the child murder thing was ONE time give me a break 🙄#also yes this is gonna be a Kratos situation were she exclusively refers to him as ‘boy’ even after she learns his name

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imogenkol · 24 days ago

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— WIP WEDNESDAY

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Imogen may be a war criminal, but she was a child soldier first

“Have you seen battle?” The general questioned.

“Yes,” Imogen replied.

A senator with pristinely combed salt-and-pepper hair beside him scoffed as he folded his arms across his ornate robes. “Terrorizing farming communities on Outer Rim moons hardly counts as battle.”

She stared him down with a calm, knowing smirk for a prolonged beat. “I served during the Clone Wars, Senator.”

“You must’ve been only a child during that time,” he remarked, not believing the experience of a known traitor to his lost Republic.

“Indeed,” Imogen casually confirmed. “I was thirteen when I saw my first battle from the front lines. Fourteen when I began commanding troops. And sixteen when I witnessed my peers and teachers be slaughtered all around me.”

She stepped closer to him, holding his gaze as she gracefully entered his space with a measured step like the predator he must have forgotten she was. His hands became fists and dropped to his sides instinctively, but Imogen did not intend to attack him. At least, she did not see any reason to at the present moment that would be worth the inconvenience of upsetting the entire room. His unease amused her, though.

“Do not question my experience with war,” she said in a tone low enough for only him to hear. “I have known war intimately.”

#oc insp: imogen kol #I just really love the idea of Imogen being surrounded by people who would have her arrested in .001 second as soon as the war is over #and she knows it and is like ‘can’t wait for you to try <3’#but they’re all forced to work together until that time comes

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imogenkol · 1 month ago

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— WIP THURSDAY

I’ve been tagged by a lot of you in the last few weeks 💕💕💕 so I’ll just throw in the general tag list (ask to be added or removed!): @socially-awkward-skeleton @neonshrike @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @simonxriley @buggknife @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @thedeadthree @cassietrn @jackiesarch @d-esmond @loriane-elmuerto @shellibisshe @katsigian @captastra @simplegenius042 @theelderhazelnut @g0dspeeed @strangefable @statichvm @jacobseed @cptcassian @hexmaturgy @auricfog @confidentandgood @e-the-village-cryptid @raresvtm @minaharkers

with season 2 finally just a few months away I’ve been trying to rein it in, but the anticipation has been making me think about what I wanna see and I got stuck on the concept of Bix getting to murder someone feral and bloody style and how Imogen might react in the aftermath.

“Are you hurt?” Imogen asked, carefully and thoroughly assessing her mechanic for any damage.

Bix shook her head and blinked at the floor, expression hollow. “No.”

The bounty hunter, satisfied with the certainty that none of the blood coating Bix’s hands and face belonged to her, pulled her along. “Come, love.”

The only sound to pierce the silence in the washroom was the gentle disturbance of water. Imogen knelt beside the tub and slowly dragged a damp cloth across Bix’s tawny skin — which had taken more of an ashen pallor despite the heavy steam in the air and warm low light from the lamp — and watched as blood fell into the bath water like droplets of crimson ink, turning it from crystal clear to a subtle shade of pink.

The quiet cleaning of her lover felt meditative or ritualistic. There was a kind of worship on Imogen’s part, not like she washed away the brutal act of murder and made Bix pure again, but like every inch of flesh she wiped clean was done with patient reverence — like she polished a deeply treasured statue. Like each caress of the cloth was a soft brush of her lips on the cool stone. Bix remained vacant, though, so Imogen continued to quietly work and raised the cloth to her cheek.

The initial rush of bloodlust had left Bix now that her mission was done. Imogen knew all too well how intoxicating the high could be, and how devastating the descent was. It would pass, she was certain, and Bix would become stronger — powerful, even. Imogen could not be more proud. But for now, her priority remained with cushioning the fall for her love as best she could.

And it was as simple as washing the blood from her hands. Imogen thought if their roles were reversed, the blood on her own hands would cause the tub to overflow — the entire room would, for that matter. She wondered if it may be the same for Bix once this war was over.

She hoped.

#oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #who says aftercare is limited to just sex?#this is a little rough and #this might get scrapped but at least I got something down #it’s been too long since I’ve really written anything

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imogenkol · 10 months ago

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— I COULD LOVE YOU…

I commissioned my wonderful and talented friend @rcrisdraws for a much needed kiss between my brainrot couple. As you can see, it is absolutely stunning. The lighting and mood is so peaceful, which is what they desperately need, and I’m obsessed with the way Bix is pulling Imogen in with both softness and conviction 🥹 it is perfect. Cannot thank you enough for yet another gorgeous piece, Cris 💕 If you get a chance, commission them!

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#oc insp: Imogen Kol #ship insp: if I had a heart #oc art/commissions #this is. I’ve been a puddle on the floor all night.

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imogenkol · 4 months ago

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— OC FAMILIARS

tagged by @lilywatt @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn and @g0dspeeed to take this quiz for some of my ocs to find out what their animal familiars are! Thank you 💕🎃🦇

CROW

The Crow is a very interesting, complex familiar to have, and seems to have a lot of personality to its behavior. Though it is seen by some as representing evil, it is in fact a sign of luck as well, either good or bad, and is strongly tied with magic as well. Despite its worse side of its reputation, it is not a trickster, but in fact very wise and adaptable. In the same way, you are a very intelligent and creative individual, though you may be misunderstood by your peers.

The Crow familiar brings good luck to their master, acts as a mentor or guidance to them, and inspires them with bright and creative ideas.

This Familiar Represents: CREATIVITY / CLOSENESS TO MAGIC / LUCK / INTELLIGENCE / WISDOM / ADAPTABILITY / BEING MISUNDERSTOOD

TIGER

The Tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They are often the companion of one who has strong feelings of vengeance or hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check.

A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle, helps their master through mental stress, and gives them the will to continue on.

This Familiar Represents: SHADOWS / WILLPOWER / ANGER / UNPREDICTABILITY / MYSTERY / WISDOM

DOMESTIC CAT

Being a very curious and clever familiar, the Cat is well-known for its personality and tendency to get into trouble. However, it rarely has any bad intentions, being an adventurous and ever-curious animal. Along with its spirit of adventure, the Cat also represents knowing one's limits and being sure of themselves, and never question who they truly are. Similar also to the cat, though you are friendly to others, you would much prefer to be independent and in a quiet place instead of in a group.

The Cat familiar has a tendency to pull their master into adventures or exploring. They are also somewhat tied to magic.

This Familiar Represents: CURIOSITY / ADVENTUROUS SPIRIT / UNIQUE PERSONALITY / INDEPENDENCE / PLAYFULNESS / KNOWING WHO YOU ARE / MAGIC

GRIZZLY BEAR

A Grizzly Bear undeniably represents the power of nature, closeness to the earth, and the heart of a brave, persevering warrior. At times, they can seem calm and stable. However, if one hurts them or their cubs, they will fight with some of the greatest ferocity of any animal on earth. In the same way, you will fight until the very end to protect those close to you. However, despite your toughness, you are actually a very soft-hearted, peaceful individual inside.

A Bear familiar is an excellent companion in battle, will loyally protect their master, and fills them with bravery when they need it the most.

This Familiar Represents: PROTECTION / POWER / COURAGE / FREEDOM / UNPREDICTABILITY / FEROCITY

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#oc insp: Gemma Porter #oc insp: Imogen Kol #oc insp: Ianthe Redwyne #oc insp: Jayde Thatcher #damn. this quiz ate and left no crumbs.

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imogenkol · 2 months ago

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— SHE’D DO ANYTHING FOR ME

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 3.3k warnings: possessive behavior, codependency, fight and make up summary: tfw when your ex finds your taste in women extremely questionable

notes: this is another older-ish one that I feel compelled to post on its own.

Everything felt so... calm and peaceful. In the same way the sky looks before a storm. Imogen should be fleeing for her life or at the very least preparing herself for the inevitable destruction. But she didn't — she couldn't.

All she managed was to lie in bed beside the woman she fought so hard not to love. The warmth of her body half draped over Imogen's after a night of passion. It was such a simple thing, to have her beloved's head rest against her chest and feel their breaths as one, yet she could not recall ever feeling so content.

Destruction might just be worth it.

Bix trailed her fingertips along her bare collarbone which caused Imogen to smile. Her own caress lightly traveled up and down the mechanic's spine in aimless patterns. It even felt extraordinary to touch her just for the sake of it.

"I'm starting to believe you actually like waking up next to me," Bix said in a lighthearted tone.

"I have always desired this," Imogen admitted softly, tilting her head enough to nuzzle against hers.

"Meaning you've always been afraid of this."

Imogen tensed. The hard-wired urge to pull away and fiercely deny such an accusation threatened to overcome her, but there was no sense in refuting the truth any longer. Not from Bix. Gradually, the bounty hunter willed her muscles to ease. She wondered how long it would take to train these instincts out of her. "If we... truly commit to one another –"

Bix's fingers suddenly twitched into a fist against Imogen's skin. "If?"

"No," Imogen quickly corrected herself. "No more ifs. What I mean to say is... Well, I have a lot to learn."

"So do I. So does everyone," Bix stated matter-of-factly. She leaned up on her elbow and met the other woman's apprehensive expression. "You're here. You're trying. That's all that really matters to me."

A strand of dark hair dangled over the mechanic's cheek. Imogen reached out and delicately tucked it behind her ear. She took in the unobscured beauty of her beloved for a few prolonged beats, her thumb tracing some of those features that left her in awe.

"I am quite certain there is one thing in this galaxy that I would not be able to bear," Imogen muttered under her breath – almost to herself.

Bix moistened her lips as she inched closer. "And what's that?"

A rhythmic knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Along with a gruff voice that called out "Bix? It's me."

Imogen hoped her glare would burn right through the durasteel to strike Cassian down.

"Hang on!" Bix called back. With an exasperated sigh, she slumped down and hid her face in the crook of Imogen's neck for a beat before she forced herself up. At the sight of the bounty hunter's less than pleased expression, Bix said "Don't start anything. I’m not in the mood to deal with either of your shit today."

"He still draws breath, does he not? That is the extent of my manners," Imogen replied curtly as Bix hastily dressed herself. She, too, summoned a great effort to follow her out of bed and do the same. "Unless he wishes to apologize for aiming a blaster at my heart."

"You held your lightsaber at his throat."

"He drew on me first."

Bix rolled her eyes, though Imogen caught the upturn at the corner of her mouth before she turned towards the door. "Come in."

The both of them hadn't quite finished dressing. Cassian entered as Bix fastened the waistband of her pants at the same moment Imogen pulled a shirt over her head. He halted mid-step, his gaze shifting between the two women as if a complicated equation did not add up. Though, the scene before him must have been fairly obvious.

"What is it, Cass?" Bix impatiently urged.

"I just... wanted to talk to you." Cassian's answer came out distracted. His eyes lingered on the bounty hunter.

Imogen looked to Bix expectantly and received a nod. A part of her had hoped that she would have been allowed to remain in the room, but she understood why Bix dismissed her. Without another word, Imogen collected her coat in one hand and intended to make her exit when an impulse emerged. She would not have Cassian misinterpret anything here, not if she had any say in it.

In a few strides, Imogen went to Bix and pulled her in by the back of her neck. While their lips met with intention, it was no less soft or passionate than the kisses they shared in private. Imogen indulged in a few strokes and had to fight not to get lost in the sensations, nearly forgetting the witness she intended to show for.

Once Imogen pulled away, she gave Bix a parting caress and said "I will come find you later."

The mechanic had a knowing glint in her eye, but she nodded again. "Alright."

Cassian had not moved and the nature of his continued gaze turned from dumbfounded to outright suspicion. Imogen glared right back at him as she made her way towards the door. He stood far enough into the room that she could have easily maneuvered around him, but she instead shoved her shoulder into his as she walked past. Just to make sure her point came across clearly.

Cassian let it happen and she exited the room with an air of confidence.

Despite having been dismissed, Imogen’s curiosity compelled her to linger just outside the door. Cassian could be there to simply check up on his friend, or he could be there to stir up tension. Either way, Imogen didn’t trust his judgment or his motives and prepared to intervene if she must.

She leaned against the wall next to the door and shut her eyes to focus her hearing as best as she could past the thick durasteel wall. Through the Force, she could pinpoint each of their positions and the vibration of their voices became clear in her ears.

“I didn’t realize you two were back to your original arrangement,” Cassian said.

“We’re not,” Bix replied curtly.

“No? Then what was all that about?”

“We’re trying something different.”

Cassian scoffed. “Different. With her?”

“Yeah. With her,” Bix asserted and Imogen sensed that she placed her hands on her hips as irritation began to swell in the mechanic’s chest.

“Alright then.”

“Look, did you just come in here to rag on my personal life choices or was there actually a point to this conversation?”

“I’m not ragging,” he insisted, shrugging his shoulders defensively. “I just – I don’t get it.”

“Well, you sound pretty judgmental. Which is rich coming from you, Cass.”

“At least I haven’t slept with an Imperial Inquisitor.”

“She’d do anything for me.”

Cassian did not try to hide his disdain. “Where have I heard that before?”

“Imogen is not Timm,” Bix snapped.

Under normal circumstances, Imogen would never allow anyone to come to her defense. All that mattered was that she had enough power to stand up for herself. And yet… she realized that no one ever has spoken up for her in any capacity. The utter conviction in Bix’s statement filled her with an unexpected swell of pride.

“No,” Cassian agreed patronizingly. “Timm never waved a red laser sword in anyone’s face.”

The jab only seemed to antagonize the mechanic more. “What is your problem?”

The two of them struggled to keep their tones leveled, but as tensions grew, so did their volume. Even in an enclosed space, their disagreement would certainly be heard by anyone that walked by. Imogen didn’t even have to hold her focus through the Force to hear them clearly any longer. Cassian must not have cared because he knew many others held the same prejudices against Imogen that he did. Bix clearly had no issue voicing her opposite opinion.

Imogen loved her for it.

“I don’t know, I just,” he stammered over his argument once again and sighed. “I think there are better options out there –”

“What, like you?”

“Come on, you know that isn’t what I’m trying to say.”

“Then what are you trying to say? Explain it to me.”

Imogen’s patience for eavesdropping wore thin and the discomfort she sensed in Bix only made her own anger rise. The bounty hunter pushed away from the wall and took an assertive step towards the room, fully intending to assure Cassian of her permanence at Bix’s side, but his next words made her hesitate.

“I’m worried for you, being with someone like that,” he said earnestly

There was a pause. Bix did not abandon her stern tone, but Imogen heard it soften ever so slightly as she responded. “She won’t do anything that I don’t ask her to do.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Oh, so you’re afraid of me now, too?”

“I’m afraid of how she’ll change you.”

Another tense beat of silence passed between the two of them. Imogen absorbed Cassian’s words and they left a bitter taste on her mouth. He sounded like Cal, making it seem as if darkness only corrupted. Darkness could bring strength. Darkness could bring power. Imogen would not change Bix, Bix would change herself into whatever she needed to be. That is what Cassian truly feared, whether he realized it or not.

“I’ve already changed. And Imogen had nothing to do with it. So do us both a favor and mind your fucking business from now on,” Bix said firmly.

The mechanical door suddenly slid open and Bix came into view as she stormed away from the conversation, coming up short once she spotted Imogen. Her eyes widened slightly and she quickly glanced behind her, but Cassian hadn’t made his retreat from the room yet.

“Are you alright?” Imogen asked. The urge to confront Cassian herself remained, though she doubted any of her intentions towards him would improve his reservations about her.

Bix continued to briskly walk away, reaching out for Imogen’s waist to usher them along — or more likely move her as far away from Cassian as they could get in order to avoid a possible blood feud. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” Imogen casually admitted.

“Don’t let it get to you, alright?” Bix rubbed her hand up and down Imogen’s back. Whether her intentions were to pacify herself or the dangerous woman next to her, it was difficult to say. Imogen still accepted her touch.

“While he made a fool of himself… some of his concerns are not entirely unfounded,” she said slowly.

Bix shot her a deeply confused look. “Are you saying you care what Cassian thinks?”

“No,” Imogen replied with a scoff. “I simply mean that he harbors the same judgments everyone else holds against me. I have accepted them long ago and so should you, lest that scowl overstays its welcome.”

The mechanic shook her head bitterly, ignoring Imogen’s attempt to lighten her mood. “They just don’t know you.”

“And they never will. Not like you do.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Bix pointed out as she came to a stop in a secluded corner of the hallway. “All he sees is the Inquisitor.”

Imogen tried not to roll her eyes. “I have nothing to prove to him or anyone else. Why should I waste my time with such an endeavor? Especially when they are not wrong.”

“They are wrong.”

“No, they aren’t. Not about me. Not about us.” Imogen placed her hands on Bix’s arms. Her caress had a sort of melancholy that lingered in the small smile across her lips. “I do not believe I am the best option for you, but I will be yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bix asked incredulously and shook off her touch.

Imogen felt a tightness at the back of her throat. She moistened her lips and swallowed with difficulty, her voice hollow. “Have you considered that your feelings for me might be influenced by gratitude? By the simple fact that I got to you first on Ferrix? Would it not be Cassian’s embrace you’d wish to fall into every night had it been him?”

It deeply pained Imogen to voice an insecurity that she had failed to bury. The way Bix had looked at her differently since Ferrix filled Imogen with a warmth that she had never experienced before, but she could not shake the whisper at the back of her mind that gradually became another scream in the cacophony. A part of her did not care if it was true, she would be grateful to have Bix in any capacity. But the much larger part that truly loved her felt she needed to hear those words.

An intense and furious expression twisted Bix’s features as her body stiffened. She fixed Imogen with such a hard look that the bounty hunter nearly took a step back.

“Fuck you,” Bix said with a shocking amount of venom. Imogen realized her grave mistake, then, and it felt like a harsh slap to the face. “And fuck what you’re insinuating.”

“Bix–”

“And I’ll tell you why you’re wrong,” she continued fiercely and took an assertive step towards Imogen, entering her space. It wasn’t until that moment that Imogen noticed she had, in fact, backed away. “What I feel for you was there before all of this. So, despite what you might think of me, I won’t just fall for the first fucking person who comes to my rescue!”

Imogen’s gaze became downcast in shame before she responded softly “Forgive me. I misspoke.”

“You sure did,” Bix snarled bitterly. She turned to walk away and Imogen felt conflicted on whether or not she should follow.

She refrained from pursuit, but she couldn’t help calling out after her. “You know I don’t truly think that.”

Bix hesitated. Some of the tension dispersed from her shoulders as she released a weary sigh and glanced back. “You still don’t believe that I can love you for you. I thought we were past this, Imogen.”

“I do not doubt you.”

“Some part of you does.”

“Maybe… But I swear not to give voice to those thoughts ever again.” She dared a step towards the mechanic.

Bix held up a hand to stop her. “Look, first it was Cassian and now it’s you, just… give me some time, okay?”

Imogen hated Cassian. And she wasn’t particularly fond of herself at the moment, either. She conceded. “Of course.”

As she watched Bix walk away, Imogen felt the invisible tether between them tighten. Disbelief filled the pit of embarrassment in her gut as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She knew better. Imogen knew better and still she plucked out the most absurd thought from the back of her mind and spoke it out loud like a witless scoundrel. If her utter foolishness is what finally made the tether snap, she would never forgive herself.

Hours passed and Imogen kept herself scarce until evening approached and she could sequester herself to the comfort of her own ship. Though, The Huntress felt far colder and emptier than it ever has before.

Imogen ate a quick supper and prepared for bed early. As she settled into the cot, silence sounded more unbearable than a cacophony of tangled voices. The longer she stewed in the memory of her own foolish words, the more Imogen felt like she could hear the shouting of those imaginary voices at the back of her mind. Some sounded like her own voice. Others sounded like her Master. They sounded like Vader. They sounded like Cal.

They sounded like Bix.

After a while — or an eternity — Imogen groaned and sat up in the cot, swinging her legs over the side and contemplating numerous methods to get her brain to shut off. All felt fruitless.

Then she sensed a familiar presence approach, making her spine perk up like an alert animal.

The entrance to The Huntress whooshed open and Bix trudged in, looking as exhausted and dejected as Imogen felt. The bounty hunter couldn’t deny the immediate feeling of serenity at the sight of her lover, but she still gripped the edge of the cot and half expected another round of disciplining.

The mechanic came to a stop before her and crossed her arms, appearing less stern than earlier, but Imogen still noted the twitch of her jaw. They simply breathed in the tense air for a few long beats until she finally spoke.

“You didn’t come to bed.” Bix tried to hide it, but she sounded hurt.

“You asked for time,” Imogen replied pointedly.

The mechanic sighed as she stared down at the floor and shook her head. “I didn’t mean the whole night, I’m sorry.”

“You should not apologize.”

“I want to,” Bix insisted as she stepped closer to the cot. Her fingers twitched in a subtle fidget at her sides. “What you said earlier –”

“Was careless.”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Yeah, it was. But I know you didn’t mean it that way. I’ve been thinking about it and you’re not entirely wrong. Well, you are when it comes to Cassian, but about gratitude...” Bix’s shoulders lifted as she took in a deep breath, her gaze shifting over the interior of the ship that she knew as well as her own home back on Ferrix. “I’ve always wanted to be near you, but after everything you’ve done for me, it feels less like a want and more like a need. I don’t know, but I start to lose my mind a little bit when you’re gone. Even with how upset I was earlier, a part of me still hoped you’d come after me.”

Imogen took a quiet moment to contemplate the confession. She understood Bix’s words because she had seen the evidence. All that she missed was the true extent of her suspicion. But before Imogen allowed her emotions to settle, she offered one single question.

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” Bix answered confidently and closed the distance between them. She reached out and took a strand of Imogen’s hair between her fingers. “Does it bother you?”

It should, her thoughts responded immediately without voicing it. Imogen recognized this attachment had grown to an intensity Bix did not have full control over. She recognized it because it was the same attachment she had within herself. As if Bix were a vital organ her body would not survive without.

Could Imogen’s devotion still be pure in that case? Did it matter? It certainly did not feel like it did when her beloved gazed down at her with a mixture of adoration and concern.

“No,” Imogen said and accepted that for all it could possibly mean.

A small smile of relief brightened the mechanic’s features. “Good,” she said. Bix placed her hands on Imogen’s shoulders and pulled herself down onto the bounty hunter’s lap. “Because I’m done arguing with people about loving you.”

Imogen’s arms automatically wrapped around Bix’s waist to keep her close. She grew weary of the discourse as well, but she did not wish to see Bix angry with those she held dear – no matter how much Imogen detested them. “They argue because they care.”

“I know.” Bix leaned in until their foreheads touched, her hands coming up to rest against Imogen’s cheeks. “But they should see how you make me feel.”

Imogen felt her face flush with a warm grin at that. “You were right earlier.”

“About what?”

Their lips brushed together. Chaste at first. More of an innocent expression of her fondness. Then Imogen tightened her grip around the woman in her embrace as she deepened the kiss. Many emotions were conveyed in the cadence she led. Her kiss was possessive as she lightly nipped at Bix’s lower lip. It was passionate as the tip of her tongue greeted hers. It was desperate as short breaths escaped their lungs and tickled their skin. It was everything.

Imogen finally pulled back, but only the smallest amount to utter her answer. “I would do anything for you.”

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#oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #prompts: if I had a heart #bix caleen #I love writing Imogen having beef with men tbh #I’d say Imogen and Cassian may develop a bit of a frenemy dynamic similar to Cal but she would never view Cass on the same level as Cal #in her mind Cassian is extra lame because he can’t even move things with his mind so why would she bother having fun w him #nah. Cal is the only Tom to her Jerry. unfortunately for him.#she’ll just begrudgingly accept that Cass is important to Bix #and try to be satisfied with her fantasies about killing him since he's off limits #sorry for reposting old writing. feel free to ignore for those that have already read parts of this #I'm mostly trying to organize my writing a little more/preserving the stuff I do like before it gets altered in the final fic

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