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"Take off their binders." Rex ordered as Fives and Jesse were spared from execution by their brothers sense of honor. "No! We have orders! We have to go through with this!" Dogma countered blatantly. "Good luck finding anyone to do it." Suddenly a deep voice countered, "Oh,I know exactly who will do it." as one of the lift doors opened to reveal General Krell. He held a chain that connected to your hands, tying them in place with Jedi cuffs that prevented you from using The Force. You had a cloth over your mouth that couldn't prevent the clones from hearing your muffled screams as you tried to break free of your bindings. Even though you w

    It was decided: Kylo Ren and I were set to leave as soon as I had recovered. The two of us would take a TIE Fighter and secretly go to Dagobah, where we would be safe from both the Resistance and Starkiller base.    At least, I'd hoped we would be safe.    Kylo told me, again and again, that the plan would work. He tried to convince me every day that everything would be fine, and that the two of us would be able to live in peace. But I couldn't possibly imagine that there would be any peace. I had seen what the First Order would do to those who didn't cooperate with them; they would kill, pillage, and torture relentlessly until they g

   I was screaming, screaming, screaming - for the torture to end, for the sounds to stop, for the pain inside my head to subside. Every other second, something burned my left side, as if a scalding hot pole were being pressed into it. I could feel my forehead streaming with blood, which ran down into my eyes and blinded me.   It hurts, doesn’t it?   The voice resonated throughout my head painfully, as if needles were being dragged along the inner walls of my skull. I didn’t want to hear the words, to understand them - I wished the voice would die off along with the rest of the pain.    Don’t you wish it could all somehow

“(Y/n)….I’m dying….” You didn’t say anything. You just stared out over the horizon, watching the rising sun. Arthur was deciding whether or not to just get up and walk away when you reached out and took his hand. “It’s the cough…isn’t it?” Your voice was soft, almost a whisper. You still weren’t looking at him. “Yeah, yeah it is. Doc says it’s tuberculosis.” You nodded your head solemnly. “I had my suspicions. I remember when I was little I had an uncle that had it. You’re starting to look like how he did.” You finally turned and

RDR2 ~ Arthur Morgan x Reader ~ Jailbirds, Lovebirds The fat pearls rested lazily against their velvet bedding, the gleaming glass case lay foolishly open to better display the trinket clearly. It was the pride of Mr Clanton's shitty establishment, and the talk of town the day it had arrived on his shelf, nobody as yet seemed to be able to afford it, though a few offers had been made, conman Clanton was holding out. Of course he was, always looking for the better deal that one. You pretended to be admiring the range of hair tonics, soap and bottles of lotions promising miracles the preacher didn't even pray for. Clanton was currently explai

Your boots dragged across the dirt, swirling dust clouds following in your wake. Your muscles ached and your sunburned skin was sore and tight. You threw yourself down at the campfire, hitting the ground with a solid thud. You sighed and stretched your legs out in front of you while resting back on your hands. You closed your eyes, enjoying the cooling evening air blowing across your face. "Hard day missy?" You shook your head at Uncle's voice. "What would you know about a hard day?" you asked, not bothering to open your eyes. "Plenty I'd say. Why before I had this lumbago-" "I hear you say the word lumbago one more time I'm gonna hit yo

Arthur wasn't nervous when he got caught by the law. He got caught all the time. Someone here or there was always threatening to string him up for his crimes. But he always got out. Either by escape or payment but he was always fine. He wasn't nervous the first night. Not at all. The second night there was a twinge of worry. But just a twinge. He didn't have anything to worry about. The third night he started pacing. His heart beat kicked up a little. The lawman had decided to give him five days. That was the time most convenient for him. It was getting a little too close for comfort. The fourth night his chest was tight. He hadn't heard

It had been a quiet morning when Arthur rode out of Rhodes. He didn’t have a particular destination in mind. He just wanted the open air and some distance from other people for awhile. It was actually going the way he had planned it. But he should have known that wouldn’t last long. He was whistling a tune to himself when a woman suddenly ran out of the trees into the road. You planted your feet to avoid hitting his horse but you still startled it anyway. Arthur quickly got him settled before turning his attention to you. 
“Who are- are you alright miss?” He knew by the sight of you that you weren’t. Th

The camp was alive with it’s usual business. Sadie could be heard yelling at Mr. Pearson. Tilly and Mary-Beth were giggling as they did their chores. Kieran was spending time with the horses, as he usually preferred. Everyone was going about the day as usual. Arthur was sitting at his wagon, rife across his knees. He had needed something to busy himself with since you were gone. Lately he’d found himself bored when you weren’t around, though he wasn’t very likely to admit it out loud. You had gone off hunting a few hours ago so he’d chosen gun maintenance as the activity of the day. He wasn’t very concern

“I don’t like this, Arthur.” Arthur swung himself onto his horse before taking the rifle you were handing him. “I know. I don’t much like it either.” “It’s a trap, just like Hosea said. Ain’t no way Colm wants peace after all this. He’s just like Dutch. Forgiveness ain’t in their nature.” “I agree with ya. All the way,” he said. “But Dutch wants to give it a try so we’re gonna give it a try. And if things go south, I’ll kill the lot them.” He was trying to be reassuring but you weren’t having it. You lowered your voice to a he