#yandere shock trooper

[professional-yearner]

His little wife

Yandere! Shock trooper x reader

TW: for delusion, unconsensual relationship, homicidal thinking, wishing harm on others, yandere themes

They were meant for eachother, he was sure.

Angler knew he should've probably at least properly introduced himself before concluding so, but how couldn't they be? She was so lovely, sweet, and gentle. Perfect for him. He would do anything to keep her safe, to keep her comfortable and happy in their life together. His perfect little wife.

Well, once he had that set up for them.

Being a shock trooper with a packed schedule and little time off didn't help in the ways of courting one's love, but he was determined.

All the trooper could really do right now was bide his time, keeping his beloved safe from all that threatened her in the meantime.

Like that male friend of hers, always wanting to be so close and personal. Angler knew what he was really after, even if his girl was too good-hearted and trusting to believe it herself. He was proud of how convincing he had made that speeder crash look.

Or her landlord, who was always coming around when he wasn't wanted. Not only making his baby uncomfortable, but very nearly walking in on Angler when he had been going through her laundry basket on one of his breaks.

The shock trooper had needed his brother's help for this one, (seeing as the man owned several properties on Coruscant and therefore had many connections that would notice him missing) but they were no strangers to this game, the guard had him out of her life in a matter of days.

He smiled to himself as Coruscant skyway whizzed by him, taking a few turns down a familiar route. He liked her new landlady, a sweet, older Twi'lek who seemed to care for her genuinely. Not as much as he did, of course, but it was nice to know someone was looking out for his impressionable sweetheart when he couldn't. Plus, he was sure she was the type to let her out of her lease pretty easily when the time came for him to move her out of that run down complex and into somewhere nicer, somewhere their's.

Angler finally came to a stop, parking his speeder in an alleyway he knew had the perfect view. The trooper removed his helmet, propping his elbows up on the handle bars and resting his chin in his hands. He gazed up at her window, watching as she read on her couch.

Sometimes he liked to imagine, when they spent time like this, that they were the two protagonists in one of those forbidden romance novels she kept on her small bookshelf. Him waiting outside her window to talk sweet nothings to her under cover of darkness, to which she would come down and grant him a kiss.

He supposed the love they shared was forbidden, in a way, but he couldn't care less. In all his existence he had never felt so whole as he had when she had talked to him, the day they'd met. She had been so warm, so genuinely caring to a clone she didn't know.

He needed her, and it had become glaringly obvious that she needed him just as much.

It might've driven him crazy, the waiting, but there had been whispers, recently. Rumors of a place far away from Coruscant, where the clones could bring the ones they cared for, for those that no longer held loyalty for the Republic. A number that grew by the day.

It wasn't so much that Angler held no care for the cause he had pledged himself to from conception, it was only that his loyalty now rested solely with her, as it always should have been.

But no matter, soon, he would be making that up to her tenfold. Soon, she would finally know his love for her.

Finally, all his.

His little wife.

[skywalkerandmarvelfan]

Favorite (Platonic Yandere Darth Vader with Starkiller's Twin Sister Reader ~~ Chapter 1)

A/n: This story isn't connected to my one short: Everything Will Be Fine (Platonic Yandere Darth Vader with Starkiller's Twin Sister Reader).

Chapter summary: After finding two Force-sensitive children Vader takes them both and plans to train the stronger one as his apprentice and kill the weaker one. When it is discovered, you were the weaker twin Vader goes to kill you.

Vader lifted the rogue Jedi up in the air in a Force choke. “I sense someone far more powerful nearby. Where is your master?”

“The Dark Side has clouded your mind; you killed my master years ago.”

“Then now you will share his fate.” Vader said, but before he could strike the Jedi down his lightsaber flew from his hand. Shocked, Vader turned to see what took his weapon, only to see a young boy holding it, a girl the same age as him standing beside him. “Children?”

"Run!" The Jedi yelled before his neck was snapped with the Force.

You and Galen flinched seeing your father’s now lifeless body being dropped.

Vader took a cautious step to you two, not wanting Galen to potentially use his lightsaber against him. When Vader reached a handout Galen stepped in front of you then pointed the lightsaber at Vader. He gave the saber a small swing trying to protect you when Vader took another cautious step forward. Galen doubted he would be able to do anything to Vader, but wanted to try to protect you, even if it was futile in the end.

"Lord Vader," an officer said, running to the Sith, three Stormtroopers following close behind.

The three Stormtroopers raised their blasters at you and your brother.

Vader looked at his troops then at you and Galen. You were both strong and untrained in the Force; it would be a shame if you were both killed when Vader could easily take one of you to train as an apprentice.

Vader turned his attention back to the troopers then quickly retrieved his lightsaber with the Force, and deflected the blaster bolts back at the Stormtroopers and Imperial Officer.

You gasped and grabbed your twin’s shoulder at the loud sounds of blaster bolts, a ‘vhoom’ of a lightsaber and painful grunts of men as they were killed. You wanted to look away from the gruesome sight and run like your father said, but found yourself frozen in fear. You tightened your grip on Galen when the bulky, tall, figure of Vader walked up to you and your brother. Galen tried to guard you with his body by straightening himself and spreading out his arms.

Vader found the actions of Galen trying to protect you humorous. Anything the young boy could do to save you would be useless in the end. If Vader wanted you dead, you would be dead.

Vader was going to kill you like he did your father, but there was a chance you were stronger in the Force. He couldn’t pinpoint which one of you was the stronger one, as the Force emitted from both of you in waves, and your Force presence appeared to merge with each other. If Vader wanted the stronger child as his apprentice he would have to take you both then kill the one who was weaker.

Finding out who was stronger took longer than Vader thought. Both of you picked up the Force easily, and when you decided to alter your combat technique to a long range or Jar'Kai style instead of charging and overpowering an opponent, you were both good in combat. However, you tended to be more stubborn in certain aspects and at times lost focus during meditation, making Galen the more appealing candidate for Vader’s apprentice. As more time passed with each of you having more one-on-one training with Vader, Galen proved to be the more powerful twin.

This outcome pleased Vader greatly. Galen was more focused, and you were far too caring with Galen, always warned him to be careful, hugged him to show comfort, tried to patch him up, and tried to calm him when he was angered. Caring wasn't a Dark Side trait, and it was these traits that added to your weakness as well as weakening Galen. Vader also liked Galen more, Vader was more distant to him than with you. Whenever your caring side showed for your brother, it reminded Vader of when Padmé would care for other people, and at rare moments Vader found himself going easier on you or spending more time on you than he should. Vader didn't know the gender of the child he would've had with Padmé, but believed the child would be a girl, and it was these two things that had Vader less distant to you. He disliked the fact he was closer to you and how you reminded him of Padmé, so it was best if you were the one to be disposed of.

In order to make it less obvious that he killed you Vader waited a few days after discovering Galen was stronger and went to your chambers during the middle of the night. If you were asleep when he killed you, you wouldn't make a disturbance through the Force and potentially wake Galen with your Force bond. Vader had learned that the two of you had a unique bond in the Force, and were more attuned to each other, having a heightened connection to the other’s feelings, were able to tell if the other was hurt or in danger from miles away, and were able to find the other from miles away just by following the other’s Force presence. Vader was unsure if this connection could wake Galen if you were scared enough or in danger, but he didn’t want to find out. It would be better if Galen didn't know or suspect Vader was the cause of your death, as that could bring problems with the boy's loyalty or behavior.

Unfortunately, when Vader reached your chambers the door swooshed open and you ran into his boot. 

Pain spread throughout your nose after hitting Vader's boot, but the sudden pain was quickly forgotten when the mechanical breathing hit your ears, and you felt a swift change in the Force. You jumped back blood running cold by Vader’s presence and the sharp chill within the Force. Out of the three years of you being trained by Vader, he had never been at your chamber door in the middle of the night, and him being here made you on edge. The worst part about this situation was the Force felt antsy and as if it was poking you with needles of ice, which served to make you more anxious. You had no idea why the Force felt like this and didn’t like it at all.

Part of you wanted to keep staring at Vader’s boots and not look at him, hoping that if you didn’t look at him you would become invisible to the Sith’s gaze. The other part of you wanted to continue heading to Galen’s chambers, hoping if you kept on going like you never ran into Vader this situation would be forgotten as if it never happened, and your nerves from your nightmare, Vader being outside your door, and whatever he planned to do would vanish by your brother’s presence. However, if you kept looking at Vader’s boots or kept walking without acknowledging him, it could be taken as disrespectful, and you’ve learned the hard way that Vader demanded respect.

You gulped down your nerves then slowly looked up, trying to hide your emotions, but doubted you did well in hiding them. You regretted looking up as the cold running blood froze when you actually saw Vader’s helmet pointed down at you. 

"Master," you whispered, mentally cursing with how your voice seemed to abandon you, and how your mouth became dry.

Vader glared at you. You shouldn’t be awake at this hour, you should be asleep, you had to be asleep for the best outcome of his plan to be achieved. You being awake only made him dislike you more, but what made him hate you was how the frightened facial expression resembled the frightened look Padmé gave him on Mustafar, and the frightened whisper of 'master' made him remember when she whispered his name when he Force choked her. Vader knew if he really wanted, he could still kill you if you were awake, but he couldn’t kill you when you resembled Padmé, even if it was just by a facial expression combined with a whisper. He would have to kill you another night.

“Is-is there anything I can do for you?” You asked, voice still quiet.

“Come with me.”

“Yes master.” You said, forcing the words out. “Can I go see Galen first?”

“No.”

“Please, I always go to him after I have a nightmare.”

“No. Now come,” Vader gripped your shoulder then pulled you from the doorway and into the hallway.

“Please master, I must see him. I must see that he is alive.” 

“He is fine. Do you not sense him through the Force?”

“I do, but I have to see him to be sure.” You said, desperate to see him.

If you had any other nightmare you would deal with not going to Galen, not wanting to anger Vader, especially with the Force’s sharp chill, but after the nightmare of him being killed you had to make sure he was still alive. You always checked on Galen whenever you had the dream of him dying. You knew it was a dream, but it never failed to scare you to the very core. It felt so real, regardless if he looked way older than he was now, but you couldn’t get the image of his lifeless body laying on the ground. 

“The Force is enough confirmation,” Vader said. 

“But-” you paused when Vader gave a firm squeeze to your shoulder, a warning you knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to heed it, “it eases me to see him. If I don’t see him all I can picture and think about is him lying dead on the floor like he does in my dream.” You clasped your hands together. “Please let me check on him, I will be able to focus so much more on whatever you have me do master.”

Vader felt something tightening in his chest at your pleading face, and the knowledge you had a dream of someone you loved dying. The fear you had reminded him of the fear he felt when he had visions of his mother and Padmé dying. The difference though was your fear was from dreams and his were visions. 

At least Vader believed your fear was from a dream. He couldn’t imagine a child like yourself having Force visions of the future. However, you were strong in the Force, even if you weren’t as strong as your brother, and the Force did work in mysterious ways, so it could be possible your dreams of Galen dying were visions. If your dreams were visions Vader felt a sense of sadness that you were experiencing this, knowing how painful it could be.

Vader clenched his fist, angered at how he felt a bit closer to you with the revelation of your dreams of your twin dying. Worse than that he was angered at how you reminded him of himself, and how his first thought was pity, instead of anger and an urge to kill you. 

“No. Use your fear in your training, it will give you power.” Vader said, before dragging you down the hallway by your shoulder.

Vader would give you a harder training session for giving him these feelings and memories of his past.

You gulped, having a feeling you made a mistake, and that you should’ve heeded the warning to stop talking.

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Emperor Nefarious & Doctor Nefarious (Platonic Scenario - "Neon Gods")

Warnings: Morally Ambiguous Reader, Alcohol Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Violence, Implied Death, Psychological Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

Word Count: 4,195.

A.N. – There are so many ways this storyline could go. Someone should write a sequel.

At a time when most organic beings surrendered to their weariness, robotic citizens powered by batteries and self-sustaining engines wandered the streets like wayward souls awaiting Charon's ferry.

Even the downtrodden and most obscure areas of the city, the type of places one would travel to find a fight or vanish, were dripping with neon signs and enormous television screens that sang the praises of their emperor. His angular face stared back at every passerby, and the absence of darkness inflicted a sense of surveillance no matter how far from the tower you walked.

Rivet descended from the rooftop of a mechanic shop like a superhero from the comic books of old. The black surface of her helmet displayed a blue smiley face, which ceased as she removed it to expose white fur and large, pointed ears that were not unlike those of a fennec fox.

"I had to blow off Le Fer to make it, so you better not double-cross me," she teased with a lighthearted chuckle that implied the situation was more of a fun trick to her than the potentially fatal risk it was to you.

The rebel dropped a handful of silver balls that were the perfect size for a game of ping pong onto your palm, her fingers lingering on yours as if ensuring that you kept them. A symbol of the revolution — a 'V' that mimicked the shape of Lombax heads — was imprinted on the side of each one. You were not certain whether it was a deliberate insult or a grievous oversight, yet Rivet patted your hand as if thinking it a gift.

Seekerpedes, the aerial guard dogs of Nefarious City that had all the grace of a whale swimming in the ocean until you noticed the extra legs and mandibles that threatened to bite like a saltwater crocodile, glided overhead as a reminder of your entrapment.

A melody that paramours danced to in the secluded night echoed in the alleyway, a mere whisper to your ears but a flourishing attraction for the cabaret down the street.

"Electric shock grenades."

Rivet offered a wink, seemingly unaware of the malevolent thoughts that poured into your mind without restraint. "In case you need to deactivate a few bots." This explanation merely encouraged your hateful fantasies to grow, but allowing yourself to believe that a collection of pocket tools could dethrone him was a celebration of naivete that reality would jump to disprove.

You had begun to pull your hand away when Rivet tightened her grip. The Lombax flashed a smile that she expressed with great hesitancy — both for fear of a poor reaction and given the hordes of Troopers patrolling the city — that was equal only to her determination for you to see it, but her next words were an even bolder declaration.

"You'll always have a seat on my ship."

* * *

When you snuck into the throne room to behold a slouching robot with an oblong head prancing to the desk, there was a brief thought that the emperor had undergone some sort of physical tragedy in his conquest and decided to postpone it.

The voice that revelled in the splendid acoustics, however, was raspy and sitting on the cusp of giddy. A quick examination of the gold statue upon which you idled behind furthered your skepticism about announcing yourself, but the intruder spotted you with an ecstatic gasp.

He looked with the euphoric relief of someone who had reached the end of a maze after hours of stumbling, overwhelmed by familiarity and a sense that the trials that delivered him to the other side had all been worthwhile. The texture of his metal was much darker and more compact than that of the emperor, and the dim light provided by the giant monitors behind him cast a thick shadow across his body.

Bewilderment and fright seized your being when he hopped the desk like a rabbit and began sprinting in your direction. The clanks of his metal feet echoed in the expansive chamber, and the handful of sentries that blocked his path scattered with as much fearful urgency as their rudimentary programming could muster.

You thought he was going to tackle you, but the robot paused at the opposite end of the statue. His steps forward, despite the look of pure joy on his face, were slow and meticulous. He raised his arms to his chest like a child eager to see what their parents had gifted them for their birthday.

Doctor Nefarious extended a hand towards you as if wishing to confirm that you were not a hologram or some intangible figment of his psyche, and his serrate fingers that resembled the elongated claws of a honey badger stretched nearer. Despite the meagre space between the two of you, he continued to draw closer until you recoiled slightly.

"Who are you?"

A flash of surprise caused his hand to lower a bit, then a sliver of disappointment weakened his smile before he seemed to find a silver lining.

Bursts of laughter — a premature celebration of dubious victory — rattled his neck joints as he grasped the leg of the statue with one arm and began spinning around it. Lifting his leg into the air, he angled his head at the ceiling and embraced a bout of hysterical cackling.

You turned to the security bots in expectant confusion about why he was allowed in the tower, but they stood at attention as if facing the emperor himself.

Seeing you was like watching a corpse sprout from the earth when its burial had been attended by many. "I knew someone like you once," was the extent of his answer, one given with an audible degree of hesitancy and a twinge of sorrow as if he were digging up a fresh grave on a rainy day.

* * *

The first time you saw him should have been the last.

A bot sworn to the limits of its coding would have ejected him from the headquarters at the tiniest discrepancy, yet it was your liking of his more timid approach to controlling you that persuaded the guards to await a direct command from the emperor.

When the skeletal robot returned with this lookalike intruder by his side, their combined persistence eradicated most opportunities to slip into the city for a night to yourself.

Unlike the insistence on your joining his subjugation of the cosmos and watching him annihilate rebels, the doctor was focused on simply keeping you inside the base. "What?! You want to bump elbows with squishies?" cried Doctor Nefarious.

The prospect seemed to slap him across the face, but his taller counterpart found amusement instead of surprise.

"Don't be too shocked. Our—" the phrase arrived after a disgruntled pause as if the emperor were hoping for new information that would have saved him from speaking it "—mutual friend used to be quite the ally of squishies."

Emperor Nefarious emerged from the shadows cloaking the base of a statue with gradual, deliberate strides, the glow of his orange eyes betraying his presence before the warm colours of the monitor peeled the darkness off his white metal.

With each door guarded by an ever-vigilant pair of droids who feared a journey to the depths of universes where eternal torment was given like fruit baskets to new neighbours, charisma was not a viable method of escape.

"Your firewater, Emperor," chirped the white and pink Assistant, who flew to his desk with a trio of goblets. The glasses clinked as they were lowered and appeared dwarfish next to the clear bottle in his hand worth more than most citizens would earn in their extended lifetimes.

A pop reverberated through the chamber as the cork bounced into the waiting hands of the Assistant, and the bubbly texture of fizz proceeded to spill from the top of the bottle like a volcanic eruption.

"I thought we might celebrate my return."

The emperor fell onto his leather throne with his legs crossed and one arm elevated behind his head and held his share of the champagne as if he were in a portrait and the drink was merely a prop.

Doctor Nefarious dragged his chair to the front of the desk in anticipation of what he thought to be a bonding experience, lightly bouncing in his seat and fingers tapping the edge of the table.

The champagne was the colour of bubblegum and lemonade, tasting a delicate hybrid of citrus and cherry. A floral aroma wafted into your nose as grapes plucked from the most vibrant and fruitful gardens in the universe. It was a beverage that many an impoverished citizen would consider a glimpse into Shangri-La or Elysium, yet nothing but a mild sip was all you managed.

Eyes flickering between the goblet and you, Emperor Nefarious observed your reluctance to indulge with vexed impatience. "Pondering an upgrade?" The mordant edge that had infected his voice like a spark of fire sharpened as he raised his glass to his face. "It's not like you drink much, anyway."

A light swirl of the champagne drew a look of indifference from the skeletal robot, and his gaze floated in your direction.

"Or eat, for that matter."

Silence pervaded the throne room as if it were a pestilence sprinkling its wickedness from one village to another.

Doctor Nefarious leaned forward to press his goblet to the tip of his metal mouth, watching the interaction like someone uncertain about their role in it while he attempted to imitate your action. The liquid splashed against his jaw and plopped on the floor in strings of droplets, and the doctor scanned the nearby security bots with defensive suspicion.

Every droid in the vicinity, except the assistant, who continued to hover beside the emperor, turned away.

When Doctor Nefarious returned his attention to you, his expression became one of a kid opening a present. "Oh! I have all sorts of parts in my dimension!"

The interjection earned a look of distaste from the skeletal robot. He considered it a trite and desperate attempt to win the conversation, and his trek to a few paces beside the desk was marked by a sardonic refusal to face either of you.

"Perhaps I have been a bit—" he tossed the next word with audible humour "—overzealous as of late."

When Emperor Nefarious turned to display his wry scheme, a part of you said goodbye to the tower. "It's best not to forget the little things, after all." The emperor sauntered to the back of your chairs and leaned over, resting his arms on your and the doctor's shoulders.

"What say we have a night out?"

* * *

Irritation at your interest in a drink outside his private collection prompted Emperor Nefarious to shake his head and turn away. The shelves of alcohol, some local brands and others imported from galaxies that would take a human's entire life to reach, comprising the rear of the bar were a child's birthday party compared to his extravagant array of liquor.

It was a disgrace for any of it to enter your system, and watching his counterpart cling to you like a lost puppy aggravated his brooding into action.

"Don't drink that swill in front of me!"

With a swipe of his hand, the section of the floor adjacent to you was drenched in a thin layer of bronze liquid. The glass had miraculously not shattered into jagged bits that embedded themselves in your skin and instead rolled across the table like a sideways coin.

A soft fabric began to pat different areas of your face, and you realised that Doctor Nefarious had stolen a handkerchief from the neighbouring table and was cleansing you of various liquor droplets.

A Trooper, the ovoid enforcers whose shape emulated the emperor's head, glided to the booth. In an automated voice that was as deep as many envisioned a demon to sound, it asserted, "Emperor, the rebel Lombax has been spotted near this establishment."

The doctor pulled back — a fact you were grateful for because a hint of a smile crept onto your face — and comprehended the news as if his veil of reality had failed for just a moment and appalled him with what it revealed.

Annoyance had been his initial response to the interruption, but the potential to be caught without his full arsenal prompted Emperor Nefarious to stand up and follow the droid into the throng.

As the thought of disappearing out a back door drifted into your boredom, you slowly turned to peek at the smaller robot.

Doctor Nefarious was fiddling with a chip of loose paint but was excited to receive an inkling of your attention, finding his courage in the absence of his counterpart. "What would you say to visiting—" the uncertainty with which he pronounced the word indicated an ulterior motive "—another dimension?"

Within a minute of the emperor's departure, a rawboned alien hobbled to the table. "The bartender wants to offer replacement drink. Much higher quality," they stammered in a broken and awkward fashion.

You managed to swallow a third of the glass before it was snatched by an infuriated robot. Tolerance depleted and knowing the doctor would not impede like the emperor would, you exited the booth and headed to the restroom.

The table rattled as Doctor Nefarious slammed his palms onto it and rose from his seat like darkness ascending, meeting the alien with the glare of an animal preparing to strike.

White powder swirled in the core of the liquid, touching the bottom of the glass before assimilating the clear texture of the firewater.

Anger, blazing hot enough to prompt the servos in his transparent skull to whirr, thrust every circuit into overdrive and installed a growing tremor in his mechanical limbs. The rigid claws on the ends of his hands peeled strips off the table as they were dragged to the edge.

It imitated the discordant sound of rusty breaks squealing, but it was overtaken by the enraged screech that spilled from the doctor like every computer in the world crashing at once. "Oh, Janice," groaned a masculine voice layered with static as the cantankerous robot froze in a contorted position. Sparks and a green mist erupted from the crevices in his oblong head, enhancing the audio recording of a soap opera from the time of black and white television.

"How could I ever betray you? You were my one true love, and I squashed your trust like the fly that was always landing on my egg salad." The voice brimmed with such exaggerated distress that it seemed on the verge of tears after each word. Just as a dedicated actor invested in their role, the ludicrous nature of its dialogue was never acknowledged.

The background music was filled with violins and epitomised the concept of weeping. It attracted many a curious stare, for the strident rhythms of the electro tunes were muffled to those who stood close to the table. "I loved that fly! Just like I loved you, Janice! If only I had the strength to say it when you were around to hear."

Stumbling out of the restroom with your hand groping for support, you trudged in the direction of what your foggy mind believed to be your table. The inner workings of your stomach had mangled themselves into painful knots and threatened to eject what little contents lay inside onto the floor.

It was not until a familiar, feminine voice crept into your ears beneath the flash of strobe lights and booms of synthesised melodies that your path changed, and the words reached you as indistinct hums.

"I survived the fall, Lance. But I have to tell you something."

As the crowd parted against the hazy swirls of colour to reveal Doctor Nefarious stuck at the beginning of an attack stance, the rush of alarm was sobering enough for you to thump the side of his head.

"You're not my one—" the confession was interrupted by the robot lunging over the table. His feet caught the edges, and the stench of alcohol scorched your nostrils like a ray of sunlight pouring into your eyes after a long period of darkness.

The brief shattering of glass coincided with a scream from the onlookers.

Doctor Nefarious had tackled the rawboned alien and was smacking them with his metal hands, cuts erupting on their face from his pointed fingers. "You should consider yourself lucky to even have the opportunity!" he shrieked, and the soft skin of the creature was like tissue paper to his jagged claws.

A range of emotions powered his strikes: envy at your perceived choice for strangers over him, unresolved anger at Qwark that was happy to explode on an easy target, and a sense of betrayal in a world where he was supposed to be the eternal victor.

Before he could shred the culprit beyond repair, a taut force lifted him into the air. "Any particular reason you're assaulting one of my followers?" Emperor Nefarious watched his counterpart levitate with a sliver of genuine curiosity.

The doctor's rage surged back to life in a fury of finger-pointing and erratic hand gestures, his legs kicking at the downed civilian. "That squishie spiked their drink!"

It was a gradual process hampered by a flicker of disbelief, but one look at your dishevelled form, hunched over the table as it slowly rolled like a wheel, told him to suspend any doubt. Replaced with cold wrath, the tired amusement that had laced his voice vanished from Emperor Nefarious.

"Is that so?" The question was rhetorical and aired more so to menace the alleged culprit than to obtain any clarity.

His elbow hooked around your neck, the smooth yet tough plates of his forearm pressing against your throat. Slight pressure was applied that was just enough to draw a wary glance at the emperor, but he had devoted his malevolence to the quivering citizen realising their doom at the table before you.

Whether the hold was a threat for leaving the base without his permission or an unfortunate consequence of his metallic self, your mind began to lament the outing like a banshee wailing.

The emperor inspected the civilian like a god perceived an ant, delighting in the myriad imperfections of a lesser being and finding solace in his apparent lack of them. "To think that such impurity was happening right under my nose! At my favourite nightspot no less!"

Shoulders bobbing in haughty laughter, he pulled you behind him and with a light push that was careful not to agitate your nauseous state, entrusted you to his smaller counterpart.

As soon as you were free of the skeletal robot's grip, cold metal seized your arm as if you were a package trading hands at a celebration.

Outstretching his arms as if he were a general calling for volunteers, Emperor Nefarious surveyed the immediate clusters of patrons in the nightclub and inquired with booming authority, "Is anyone going to defend their beloved emperor?"

A silence crippled by dread engulfed the lounge like a flood sweeping across the lands of old. Doctor Nefarious turned left and right to peer at the mum throngs with smug malice, their gazes scattered across random areas of the building.

Like an auctioneer wishing to top the highest bid, the emperor offered a final chance. "No?"

A handful of citizens exchanged looks of fear, curious to know if their neighbours would stand where they had cowered, but not a hint of noise dared to escape where the emperor might hear. At this mass shortcoming of will, a combination of pride and satisfaction returned his attention to the unlucky civilian.

Faster than the scream could pass their lips, claws squeezed their neck like knives and raised them halfway to the ceiling as if they were as weightless as a pillow. Their feet walked up imaginary stairs, and their eyes, constrained by the pressure building in their throat like a balloon waiting to pop, could not so much as pretend to see the ground.

The bringer of this slow death watched his victim's twitches as if it were an uninspired film, a flicker of humour entering his gaze at the recent scars.

"He's done quite a number on you, hasn't he?" mused the emperor with a strange fondness. His gangly fingers continued to press against the alien's cheeks and maneuver their head until they clenched their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut in hopes that the torment would end, allowing him to examine the plethora of gashes and bruises that disfigured their skin like paint splotches on a blank canvas.

The tremor that invaded their body drew a look of odious contentment from the skeletal robot, and he dropped them with an abrupt retraction of his arm.

"Hold them outside, and fetch my Dimensionator."

The civilian kicked and squirmed as a pair of Troopers latched onto their shoulders with metal clamps, every beg for mercy dripping with terror and regret. Emperor Nefarious turned to his counterpart and revelled in the similarly vindictive ire that caused his eyes to flare.

"I know the perfect pit of reality."

When the alien was carried past the three of you, they attempted to meet the unavailable gaze of their emperor. The doctor greeted them with an explosive cackle and a wave goodbye, his fingers rising and falling one after the other, like spectators cheering in a stadium.

After testing your consciousness by swaying his hand in front of your face and detecting no reaction, Emperor Nefarious began marching to the bar.

The dishtowel in the bartender's hand dropped as their limb began to quiver. "If I had known, Emperor, I never would have—" it was a story that countless citizens begging for their lives had spun, and the skeletal robot found his patience to listen waning.

"Ah, yes. Ignorance makes fools of us all."

Trails of honey-coloured liquor cascaded down the bar as thin shards of glass decorated its metallic surface, blending into the smooth texture and betraying themselves only in the reflection of the emperor's glowing eyes.

An incomplete shriek — rushed and desperate to make any sound at all — had burst from the alien when the side of their head was slammed into the bar top, but they closed their mouth a moment later for fear that the loud noise would agitate the already enraged robot.

The glass punctured their skin like an army of upturned needles.

Thick claws hugged their skull that strengthened in force with each impassive word from their owner. "I trust this failure to accommodate will be corrected?"

Terror swelled in their being like taking a breath after nearly suffocating, their cheeks dripping with tears that pooled on the bar top. "My deepest apologies." Intercut by staccato breaths, the civilian fed their pleas to apathetic ears that had not known sympathy in decades.

"Perhaps a stay at Viceron will make you more forthcoming?" The emperor twisted his hand back and forth as if he were mashing pizza dough, each word summoning another dose of pressure.

Among the slew of bodily proportions that made several patrons resemble the outcome of someone closing their eyes and forcing puzzle pieces from different boxes together, a black helmet slinking past the entrance gave you a dangerous idea.

The doctor's preoccupation with living vicariously through the emperor's verbal decimation of the bartender was proven by a glance over your shoulder. Sliding a hand into your pocket yielded a rush of adrenaline, and the sickness faded into a mild headache.

It had dwindled to nothing more than an annoyance when Emperor Nefarious sentenced the alien to death. There was no need for either of the robots to be as aware of your health, however.

A singular Trooper patrolled the translucent door, half its friends having left to imprison one civilian and the second half lingering near the bar.

When the emperor shoved the bartender to the ground to admit his satisfaction, the ensuing clamour as they knocked several drinks down with them propelled you into the crowd.

The jovial laugh of Doctor Nefarious turned to a bewildered 'what', and his subsequent yells — some indignant and others more desperate as if a coveted opportunity were escaping despite his best efforts — alerted his taller counterpart.

The Trooper brandished its laser cannon to thwart your advances, but upon identifying you, it hesitated. Scrambling for a way to apprehend you without using force and incurring the wrath of its emperor, the soldier attempted to block the doorway and released a series of beeps whilst you leapt onto its windshield.

Cracks splintered the orange glass with the addition of three electric shock grenades. Strings of buzzing light enveloped the Trooper before it collapsed, and your dive over its top was just swift enough to evade the swing of a robotic arm.

The sterile air of the city, medicinal and stale like the inside of a hospital, drew a thankful gasp. Before you could determine the length of your headstart, a gloved hand clutched your own and pulled you towards a familiar alleyway.

[goshwrites]

Yandere Ben Solo x Reader 2/?

 previous

 Summary: You’re captured and detained in a First Order ship. You’re trying to be strong in the midst of this fearful situation while also being worried about your best friend, Poe. And on top of that, you can’t shake off this connected feeling with your abductor- Kylo Ren. 

Word Count: 2k

warnings: some swearing, a little poe fluff and yearning 

a/n: oh boy here we go. im honestly just going through the whole damn movie it seems wow.

taglist: @obsessionprofessional, @absurd-miss-me, @moonprincess003, @nicotinebirds, @starfishfaerie, @dahlia-daugherty​ (if you want to be removed/added to this taglist just shoot me a message)

recap: His eyes drifted down and settled close to your chin. You shifted once more. "And I kinda don't want to let you go."    The air was stiff as you stared up at the man. You... quite frankly you didn't know what to do. He seemed to be waiting for an answer as his eyes bore into yours. You swallowed as your tongue felt dry and sticky. Then almost comically, you just leaned to the side and out of his touch.  "I... would rather you just not." You ended up stating to him. His eyes fluttered as he blinked and furrowed his eyebrows.  "Wha… what?" He asked seemingly very confused. You swallowed, again because you seemed to be very thirsty, and raised your head a little boldly.  "You heard me." You said defiantly as you stared up at the man. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed. He was looking at you as if he couldn't believe what you were saying. You saw how his shoulders went up and down as he took in a breath. This man... this cold-blooded murderer... this absolute monster- was he truly in shock of what you said?     You could feel your boldness extending throughout your body. You straightened your shoulders back as best as you could. You looked him squared in those confused eyes of his.  "I've never dreamt of you and I sure as hell don't plan to." It was like your words sent a wave of physical shock to him as he moved back. You allowed a tinge of a smirk to grace your lips.     His eyes left yours and instead moved to the floor. He seemed to be thinking. Calculating? More like trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. His breathing was coming out in steady huffs as he continued to look down and away from you. Then slowly his eyes glided from the floor, up your dusty pantsuit, and connected with your fixed eyes.  "You... you've never dreamed of me?" He said in what seemed like a scared whisper as he stared at you. Your head slowly shook no as you stared right back at him. "Oh." He said as his eyes dropped back down onto the floor. He was silent for a few moments and almost... almost you were regretting your choice of words at him. To see that he clearly didn't think it would be like this? It... it almost made you feel sorry for him.     But almost is not enough. He was a murderer. A cold blooded killer. He deserved nothing less then to be in agony himself. But this... the human nature of you made you watch him in a different light. He may be a murderer and a monster, but he... he was still just a man. You shifted uncomfortable about the feeling in the air as he slowly sighed and looked back up at you. Something seemed different in his eyes. Almost this... this coldness accompanied his gaze. You felt your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you stared back at him. Almost robotically he lifted up his helmet and placed it back over his head with a click.  "I'll be back later." He stated before he turned away from you. It took you a few moments to realize that he was leaving. Actually leaving? You- did you just win against him? You blinked a few times as the door shut and locked behind him. You... won. You made it through his interrogation.     A relieved sigh came out of your mouth as you leaned back against the chair. You actually did it. Your eyes drifted up to the ceiling and to the bright light shining above your head. But he... he'll be back. That thought made you furrow your eyebrows. And next time he probably won't let up as easily as he did. So this only left a certain window for an escape. You sighed in a frustrated manner as you looked to the wall. How are you going to escape? You couldn't just walk out of this cell now could you? Well... you tilted your head a bit. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.     Time seemed to stretch on and on as you mentally plotted your escape. Your desire to sleep was starting to crawl onto you. When was the last time you slept? It couldn't have been too long ago, right? But the pulling of your senses was only increasing as you sat- well sorta laid- in the chair. You focused on the wall as you kept yourself from falling asleep. You had to stay awake. You had to be ready to escape. But the longer you stared at the wall, the desire grew stronger. But... you.... had to... you needed to... your head started to dip down as you let go of your conscious. The uncomfortableness of the chair was cast away out of your thoughts as you fell asleep. Nothing mattered in that moment except.... pure.... and blissful.... sleep.    But the sudden whoosh of the door had your body snapping upright as you were startled awake. Your eyes darted around the room fearfully before... oh. It was just a trooper. He didn't say anything except unlock your restraints. Your heart was beating in your chest as you watched the man- or at least you were assuming this was a man. What was happening?  "Come with me." Was all that he said before you were walking out of the cell with a set of handcuffs fastened on your wrists.    You almost stumbled a few times as you walked down the hallway. Being cooped up in that chair made your legs feel woobly and unsure as you tried your best to walk in a straight line. But gosh darn it. You felt like the manifestation of a noodle. The man's hold on your arm was surprisedly gentle and not very firm. It felt like he was only suggesting you follow where he was guiding you. Where exactly was he guiding you? Your brows furrowed as you glanced at the shiny, white armored man. But before you could ask the man where he was taking you- your body was shoved into a break in the wall.    Your eyes widened as you stumbled into the tight space with a surprised yelp escaping your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to hit a hard wall, but instead you... were steadied by a pair of strong arms? Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with the face of... oh God. Poe. "Hey." His voice came out in a hushed tone as he looked at you. Immediately you flung yourself onto him while gripping onto his shirt with your cuffed hands. Poe- he- he's here. He's here. You hadn't realized you started to cry until his arms were wrapping around you. "Hey- hey. It's all right. I'm here." He whispered as you leaned even more into his chest. "Everything is going to be okay."  Slowly, your head pulled back from the crook of his neck. You swallowed as you focused your watery vision on him.  "I... I'm so happy to see you." You whispered as you gazed up at the man. His lips curved into his signature smirk.  "Yeah? Missed me that much?" A breathy laugh escaped your mouth as you did your best to wipe off your cheeks.  "Maybe." You whispered up at him. His smirk slowed into a smile before his warm hand reached up and cupped your cheek. You felt them warm as he brushed your runny tears off of your cheeks.  "Yeah.... I missed you too, Sunshine." He whispered back down at you. He... he was going to make you cry again. But then suddenly, your head jerked to the trooper from before with a start. Poe seemed to notice your sudden attention as he answered your unanswered question, "He's helping us escape." Your head nodded slowly in understanding.  "Oh... okay." You said as your heartbeat slowed down. Poe removed his arm from your waist as he cleared his throat. You forced yourself not to show your disappointment at his action. Oh.  "So here's the plan."     After a few minutes of Poe explaining what was about to go down, you were walking down a brightly lit hallway with the two men. Soon that hallway transformed into the ship deck and you found yourself gazing around in awe. Wow. This ship truly was a wonder for being so... well.... bad. It had a certain beauty that you could respect about it. A tug on your arm had your feet moving once more as you forced yourself to focus. This ship may be pretty, but you needed to focus. Focus and get out of this pretty hell hole. You followed Poe through the loud bay as the three of you jogged to the nearest tie- fighter. The trooper that was helping you (he never said his name) jumped down and you followed after him. Then... wait.  "Uh- Poe? Where should I sit?" You voiced out your thought as you crouched in the small space.  "My thigh." He stated as he turned on the ship. You bit your lip unsurely as that... well.... there was always this unspoken rule between the two of you- you were just friends. Nothing more. "What? We gotta go." He hurried you and you nodded rapidly.  "Ah- right." You muttered before you crawled over and settled yourself down on his thigh. You were glad you were facing away from him or else he would see your blushing face. It wasn't that this was a bad place to sit... well... actually. Yes. It was. A very bad good place.    And before you knew it, the ship was rising. You planted your feet firmer on the flood as you tried not to wobble on Poe's leg. But a sudden jerk almost caused you to fly off of your perch and onto the floor. You gasped as you quickly steadied yourself.  "Uh- I can fix this!" The man from before shouted from his side as Poe nodded and wrapped a free arm around you.  "Lean back." He muttered close enough to your ear to make goosebumps rise on your arms. You simply nodded and followed his directions.    Then the tie fighter guided out of the bay and into the open space as you kept yourself from moving. Poe removed his arm and instead steered with both hands now. You swallowed as you fought to keep your thoughts focused on the moment. Almost you wanted to jerk your hands out and steer for yourself whenever it felt like Poe was flying too dangerously. But you knew that he knew what he was doing. Just maybe a little recklessly in your opinion.     But as the ship soared through the blackened sky... you felt this strange unease coming onto you. Your brows furrowed as you shifted uncomfortably. Why were you feeling this? There was nothing here to put you in this... this mood. You felt like you were being watched. That something was.... was watching you. But what? Whatever was spying on you felt dark. Sinister even. It... it... it didn't feel right. It felt wrong, completely wrong.    Your thoughts were suddenly snapped back into reality as- wait. Wait a second.  "Did we just- get hit?" You asked worried as you heard the roaring of the tie fighter. You saw the brief glimpse of dull yellow out of the corner of your eye as you looked up at Poe.  "We... we did." He whispered seeming almost in shock himself before he looked down at you. "Hold on, Sunshine."

[professional-yearner]

Saving Grace

Yandere Coruscant guard x reader

Pt.1

TW: for suggestive themes, yandere themes, murder attempt of major characters, obsession at first meeting,

(Very slow updates)

You sighed, trying to shake the drowsiness that seemed to stick to you like gum. You woke up a little late today. Scratch that, you had woken up exactly on time, but fallen back asleep almost just as quick. Luckily for you, it didn't affect your trip too much (seeing as you had learned to walk at a clip when you needed to) other than putting a bit of anxiety about getting to your job on time behind your actions.

Hoisting your work bag on your shoulder, you enjoyed the feeling of the wind whizzing by the open air transport as you lazily watched the guards patrolling the car in front of yours. They were doing what they usually did, checking tickets and making sure that no one was causing too much of a ruckus.

You rather liked the patterns and colors of the guards armor; one with stripes and the other with more of a color block paint job. They entered your car with a swipe of a security card, coming in silently and beginning to ask for tickets. Nodding blankly, you dug around your bag for your pass, only looking up when you heard a man raising his voice.

“I don't have to show you anything, clone.”

You turned to glare at him, only in time to see him shove the guard with the striped armor. Hard.

So hard he fell right past you and off the transport all together.

You gasped, grabbing for him without thinking. Catching his arm, you felt yourself lurch forward from his weight, falling to your knees as you tried to stop him from falling into the seemingly endless void of Coruscant traffic.

His helmet was gone in an instant, knocked loose by the blow and disappearing into the flow of cars.

His terrified eyes bore into yours as you struggled not to fall over yourself, trying desperately to pull him back to safety.

Your fingers felt like they were on fire as they dug into the space between his vambrace and elbow plate, only able to grip onto the black body glove underneath

Finally, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back from the edge by the waist, helping you succeed in pulling the guard up onto the shuttle once more.

He pushed himself up as his brother ran back down the train after his almost killer.

“Oh my god,” You panted, still on your hands and knees as you tried to catch your breath, “Are you alright?”

He was shaking, tears streaming down his face as he stared, looking in shock at the ground in front of him.

Your expression softened, tears of your own welling in your eyes for the man.

You reached over, resting your hand softly on his arm, “Hey,”

That made him look up at you, eyes unfocused for a moment before they widened, taking you in. They then moved to the hand you still had on his arm, making you blush.

You took it away quickly, “Sorry!”

The trooper shook his head, his own cheeks turning a bit red.

You both just looked at each other for a minute. It made you shift uncomfortably, unsure of if you should be the one to break eye contact first. Reprieve came in the form of the transport's robotic voice calling your stop, making you stand quickly. You felt bad for leaving him just sitting there, drying tears on his face in a transport full of strangers, but you didn't know what else to do.

You really needed this job.

“Sorry- sir, it's, um, my stop.” You said quickly, waving a bit as you stepped off, free of the once terrifying now awkward interaction.

You felt eyes on your back until the transport started moving again, leaving you mostly alone on the platform.

Von was in love.

He laughed to himself, feeling over the places she had touched him. Von felt himself twitch under his codpiece as his breathing became more ragged.

She was perfect. His perfect little savior. So soft and sweet, unlike her surroundings. Such a disgusting city didn't deserve someone like her, but he thanked the stars she was here anyways.

He hadn't been able to get her flustered face out of his mind since his brothers had brought him back to the barracks to recover from the attempt on his life. He had just been laying there for a few minutes, fantasies of her circling his thoughts as he stared into nothing.

Oh she was adorable.

The way she was so worried about him after getting him to safety, her sad little whimpers as she attempted to get him and all 70 pounds of his armor back onto the platform, how she flushed when she'd touched him.

He wondered how she'd blush when he touched her, knowing just the right spots to make her-

"Von, brother? You doing alright?" Hack called from the doorway, looking concerned.

He nodded, smiling and assuring the other clone, "I'm fine! Thanks, brother."

The blond clone nodded, "Just wanted to make sure,"

He walked back out into the hall, leaving his sibling once more, "You've been in there for hours."

[professional-yearner]

Hey! So now you've put scenes and idea's in my brain, like da brain worms. So I thought to share.

And now I'm thinking of the darling who gets bullied and picked on by the yandere troopers, and they bite and snark and push back, but eventually they're reputation is ruined, their friendship with the yandere's Perfect Beloved is severed, they lose their job and home and possibly their money/savings (slicers are terrifying and don't get enough credit). So they move away, to a whole other system/planet and start a new life. Cut all ties, close any accounts, remove any real way to contact them and go off to somewhere no one would think to look for them (not that anyone would, they believe). Nobody knows them, they don't know anybody, and it's pretty off-the-grid but quiet and peaceful. They rebuild their life, their confidence, and find peace and joy in this simple existence.

Meanwhile, the troopers are... conflicted. They have their Perfect Darling all to themselves, removed the problem, but... they're disappointed when there's no snarky greeting when they visit their Beloved at work and spend the entire shift just hanging around. There's no back-and-forth while they wait for their shift to end and they can take their Perfect Love out on the town or to the barracks or back to their place.

They... well, they miss the other person. What a shocking revelation it is! To miss their rival, the threat, the person they hated. Or, well, thought they hated. The group is confused, until one of them learns the phrase 'puppy love'.

Yes. That's what it was. Just puppy love. They didn't know better, and seeing someone so new and nice and kind and perfect blinded them. Sure, puppy love can bloom into genuine love, but as they watch their Perfect One, they find themselves... disappointed. Uninterested. Their responses are rote, behaviour predictable, there's no fire or spark in their eyes, no flare of emotion beyond kindness and understanding. They're nice, yes, but now that the initial feeling have settled and faded, they find they preferred the more stimulating company of their friend.

The friend they chased off.

What had started out as dislike, hostility, anger, jealousy and even hatred, had morphed into something else without any of their notice. Their cranky, clumsy, funny, earnest little rival that had matched them word for word and insult for insult, and yet had turned around and defended them against bigots and idiots in the same breath.

Their darling little rival, their lovely antagonist, the one they thought was the villain... but was really the victim in all this. They had been too hasty, too cruel, and did not give their daring darling the chance to show that they were the better match. Not their perfect friend.

They tried to find them. Desperate to make amends, to beg forgiveness, to show their wayward darling that they had learned their mistake and wanted, needed, to make up for it. And oh, they would gladly spend the rest of their lives making up for their foolishness, their cruelty, for being so blind as not to see their perfect match in the imperfect one.

But they couldn't find them. They had erased themselves digitally, and whenever they had left they had done so (unknowingly, luckily) when camera's had been down or things deleted or lost or files corrupted. No records, no trace or trail to follow and find them. The troopers despaired, but would not give up. Once the war ended, they would set out and find their beloved.

Perhaps this was a test...? Yes, a test. To show their devotion, and their dedication to righting this wrong. The first step in their atonement, to prove that they were serious. To prove they were worthy of their Darling. The moment the war ended and their brothers had settled, they would set out.

They would hate to keep their darling waiting.

God you're a genius! I love this scenario, I hope you don't mind me using it!

Tw! for: yandere themes, stalking, slight infantilization, past cruelty and bullying, unreliable narrator

Vay's face dropped once more as he watched you from his place across from your apartment window.

"Oh, cyar’ika..."

You had thrown out another one of their notes, looking terrified, tears welling in your eyes as you checked the locks on your door once more.

You never wrote back, no matter how many gifts, heartfelt apologies, and professions of their love he left on your rickety desk.

What? Did you want him to beg? He would! Gladly.

God, he would love being on his knees for you, in any way.

At one time, the thought would have disgusted him. Him? Bowing to scum like you? A gross little whelp who was trying to take his sweetheart from him? But now, he saw you for what you really were. Not blinded by that bitch who had tried to take their attention away from you.

Perfection.

He needed you. They needed you.

Looking back on your snarky remarks had become a fond pastime of theirs. Instead of infuriating, they had shifted into something adorable. Like and angry tooka kitten hissing and spitting when you approached.

Since they had finally found you again, watching you had come to make him anxious every time he was on shift. (Not that he didn't enjoy seeing you, your time together was the highlight of his week!) He just couldn't stand to see what your life had become without them! You went to your little job, then came home, occasionally went out with your idiotic friends (who were in no way fit to be anywhere around you), sometimes even going out by yourself (which gave Vay a heat attack, what would you do without them there to keep you safe?), but that was about it.

You had no real connection, as happy as you made yourself out to be. No one to take care of you, protect you in the way you obviously needed.

It broke the trooper's heart.

Luckily, it wouldn't be long now. They would place themselves back in your life soon enough. They only hadn't sooner to give you time to get used to the idea. They knew their behavior before had been unacceptable and cruel.

Poor thing, they had stung you so badly you felt the need to run away! To test their devotion to you by hiding away on the outer rim. Luckily, they were expert trackers thanks to their search and rescue training.

But honestly, what did you expect? You couldn't ask anyone to let a cute, fiery little thing like you go. No, this had to have been a test, silly girl.

Don't worry, once they get you settled in their new base and off of this dump of a planet, once they deal with your new "friends", you'll never want for anything. Surrounded by the protection and love you so desperately need.

Don't worry, love, they'll take care of all of it.

They'll take care of you 💙