#yandere shock trooper x reader

[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."

[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]

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.