Wrecker x Reader Fan Fiction
â ď¸warningâ ď¸ This is a slow burn romance (also on ao3 and Wattpad SMUT , SEX, ORAL SEX, VIOLENCE, 18+ story
I do not own Star Wars or the characters
The OC (reader) was create through me and that is all..
"This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen. With a dark shadow of the empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi, trust in the force. Do not return to the temple that time has passed, and our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust...our faith...our friendships, but we must persevere and in time a new hope will emerge. May the force be with you. Always"
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His words echoed in your mind every moment. It didn't matter if you were asleep or awake. The friends you once had were gone, maybe even dead. Your allies in battle, turned their backs on you. Everything was gone.
Maybe I could have stopped it. You thought to yourself.
Your eyes open at the thought, churning your empty stomach with guilt and sadness.
You could still see your master, lying on the ground, the smell of pennies overwhelming you. Shards of glass laying scattered over his robes and around his mangled body.
You could have tried to heal him or seek medical attention. Your mind strikes against you, stirring your stomach even more.
Word was that even the younglings in the temple that night were slain.
You had no contact from anyone at the temple to verify the rumor circulating throughout the city you resided in. Word always seemed to travel fast, especially if there was a high body count.
They died because you are a coward. Another strike.
You kicked the sheets that are laying on top of you and sit up in your bed, reaching over to grab the glass of water on your nightstand. Hands trembling, you bring the glass of water to your lips and slowly drink.
Still shaking you place the cup back on the nightstand and throw your head back down on the pillow with a deep sigh.
Just when you think the water helped, your mind probed at you again.
They had their whole life ahead of them, and they were snuffed out like a flame on a candle.
You threw the sheets off your body and ran to the bathroom.
Lifting the toilet lid, you threw up including all the water you just drank. You could feel the stomach bile burning the back of your throat and caused you to gag. You continued to dry heave a few more times before finally the nausea subsided. You use your arm to wipe the sweat between your brows, while the other hand flushed the toilet.
Standing on shaky legs, you walk to the sink and throw cold water on your face and brush your teeth vigorously. Shutting off the light you return to your living space where you bed lays. There wasn't much to look at. You couldn't exactly live-in luxury when you were a wanted fugitive to the newly developed Empire.
A bed, a shower, food and books were all you needed to be content. Luckily all those things were in the small little hut you chose to dwell in. Sure, the kitchen was tiny, and the bathroom could use repairs but at least it was something, at least you were still alive...unlike your brothers and sisters in the order.
You shake the thought from your head and rub your face with your hands. You look down to the floors examining the cracks beneath your feet. The coolness was welcoming, chasing away the lingering heat that was radiating off your body. Maybe if you could manage to keep under the radar, you could fix this place up, make it your own. Make it a worthy home. The hut had good bones, it just needed a little tender love and care.
The window was cracked open, letting a small breeze caress your flushed cheeks. The fresh air coming through was a delightful bonus, calming your anxious mind. Taking few deeps breaths, you close your eyes and try to pinpoint the certain smells circulating in front of you.
You could smell wood burning, meats being cooked over a flame along the streets of the city. You smelled the sweet caramel of the Mantell Mix you loved. You were soaking it all in when your stomach began to growl at you, asking for food.
You tried to think about the last thing you ate. You didn't think you ate anything solid for a couple days. Your mind was always preoccupied, and you didn't really think about feeding yourself. Maybe that was the guilt.
Your old masters face came back into your mind, blood gurgling in his mouth as he tried to speak.
You push the memory down, knowing that it was not going to help you to keep reliving that moment. As hard as it may be, you knew that you needed to get past this.
You can't change the past, you can only impact your future and the choices you make.
Of course, you want to push the memory down, it is your fault he died! You deserve to suffer!Your mind screamed.
Taking a deep breath, you turn to your trunk at the end of your bed. Bending down, you unhook the clasps and start searching for a fresh tunic and pants. As you sift through your belongings, your hand grazes something hard and smooth. You pull it out from underneath the clothing and books. Your lightsaber coming into view. It was a sleek metal with black gripping at the end of the hilt. You ignite it once, admiring the bright blue light emanating from the hilt. The soft hum of the lightsaber playing like music in your ears.
You missed the days of peace in the galaxy, everyone working together to make this a better place.
Once the Clone Wars kicked off there wasn't much peace. Jedis were being spread out all throughout the galaxy, fighting alongside the manufactured clones from Kamino. The Separatists threatened to destroy all the hard work that went into builing the Republic.
Even though it was war, you never imagined for the order and the Republic to fall. Never anticipated the clones to turn on their generals that they worked alongside for years. Our own men gunning us down like a bunch of clankers. You just didn't understand what went wrong, and you may never find out what happened on that day.
You turn your saber off and shove it deep down into your trunk. You grab a grey sweater sitting on the top and a pair of brown pants, not feeling like digging even more for a tunic.
Once you change into your clothes you grab your robe, walking out the front door, locking it behind you. Before you leave the ally, you bring the hood of the robe over your eyes, hiding your identity to the world. You did this any time you left your new home.
Ord Mantell city was quite nice, if your kept to yourself and stayed out of others peoples business, which should be common sense.
Don't involve yourself in business that has nothing to do with you.That was your motto.
This city was surrounded by crime lords, but if you stayed out of their way, they wouldn't bother you. Not that you were worried too much about anyone hurting you. You may be small and look fragile, but you packed a lethal bite. Not to mention your saber skills was that of poetry.
Many of the other Jedi praised your rhythm and technique, including Skywalker who was amazing with his saber.
The truth was, you let the force flow through you, letting it take over your body. It almost felt like the force itself had a mind of its own, using your body as if you were the sword. This always seemed to cause a challenge for your opponents. You were not exactly predictable in your moves, which made you extremely dangerous.
As you walk down the road aiming toward Cids parlor, you pass children playing in the street. Creatures of all nature in cages were being sold to customers. Venders were selling their goods to people, and people arguing over costs and trying to bargain. The smell of the meats and sweets were intoxicating, making your stomach growl even more. Luckily Cids Parlor was only a couple buildings down, so it wasn't too much trouble.
Cid was a good Trandoshan, who you knew through the Order. Often when we were looking for information on specific crime syndicates, we went to Cid. Sure, she always worked at an angle, but as the years went on you developed a very strong friendship with her.
You opened the door to the parlor. The smell of smoke and booze suffocating your nose. You walked down the right corridor into the large, dimmed cantina. Cid was nowhere in sight, so you seat yourself. Anytime you came in, either her or her workers would drop a bowl or plate of food with a large drink in front of you without saying a word. It was an easy and nice transaction.
Cid never tried to pry, never tried to make me talk about anything that happened that day. She knew I would talk when I needed to.
The workers only took a liking to you because you normally tipped exceptionally well.
You sit in the far corner of the room with your hood still shrouding your face in darkness. The people surrounding you may not be able to see your face, but you always monitored the room with the hood down. Your eyes were always scanning and observing.
As expected, your food was set down in front of you along with a large glass of water and a plate of bread. The worker walking away not saying a word. See, easy.
Not bothering to use silverware, you picked up the beef chunks and potatoes with your fingers, enjoying the savory flavors Cids cook had created.
As you continue to eat and scan the room you notice a small group you have never seen before. Although, you didn't really have a set schedule when you came in, so they may not be new at all.
Four men in armor and a very young blonde girl sat by the bar talking amongst themselves. You tried to get a better look at the armor to see if they were imperial, or possibly bounty hunters looking for their next job.
You tear a piece of bread, dunking in the juices the meat was resting in. As you swallow you look over at the group once more, finding that the young girl was staring right back at you. There was something oddly familiar about her, like you had seen her face before.
The girl talked up to one of the men who looked in your direction. You shoved another piece of beef in your mouth staring down at your half-eaten meal. The pain in your stomach finally subsiding. When you look back up, all of them are staring in your direction.
Although they can't see your eyes, you look down to break eye contact, sipping your water letting it chase down a piece of dry bread. Without looking, you can hear footsteps coming towards you.
When you looked back up, the men were closer. You realized that these weren't imperial or even bounty hunters. These were clones. They looked slightly different from one another, but their armor although not the same color, reminded you of your troops that fought beside you.
"Just kriffing great." You mumble to yourself. You pop the last piece of meat in your mouth, rising from your seat. Pulling out the credits, you set them down on the table and turn away.
The footsteps were speeding up now. You continue to walk away from them.
"I said HEY!" you hear from behind you as a large hand crashes down on your shoulder.
You quickly grab his hand and twist it. Using more speed than you have in weeks, you rush behind him and hold his twisted arm behind his back, holding his elbow in place along the middle of his back so he can't move.
"Now is that any way to get the attention of a lady?" You ask in a sweet voice.
You use the force to toss him down to the ground.
As you stare down at the man, you noticed the sheer size of him. This guy was huge. He was nothing like the clones you worked with, but you could still see the small resemblance in the face. Your clones were smaller, lean and always clean cut and shaven. This man had stubble along his jaw line, looking more rogued. He had one brown eye and one eye that was completely white. The left side of his face had a huge, webbed scar that wrapped around the ear.
He looked at you stunned, you guess because you are so small compared to him and his brothers.
"Did she just man handle Wrecker?" One of the men asked. His voice sounding very familiar to you.
You turn to look at the source, seeing a man extremely pale, looking exactly like your troops.
This was Captain Rexs friend, Echo was his name. You remember the mission Skywalker went on that rescued him.
As you take in Echo and the rest of the men, it finally clicked into place, realizing who these men were. This was Clone Force 99.
Your heart rate picking up, not knowing who to target first. You ran through scenarios in your head, wondering what would get you out of this cantina without causing too much of a scene. You really didn't want to deal with spectators or have your identity revealed to these men, who knows what they would do with a Jedi.
"Who the fuck are you?" said the man on the ground, rising to his feet once more.
"Listen boys, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, hard way being I wipe the floor with your faces." You look at all of them individually evaluating who to take out first.
Readying yourself for a fight you notice the entire cantina has eyes on you. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. You then hear Cid fighting her way through the crowd trying to get to the center of the disturbance.
"Move...Move.... MOVE!" she yells as she emerges behind the clones.
"All of you, in the back room, NOW!" She yelled pointing a finger to the door where the kitchen was.
You sigh in annoyance and stare at the man who grabbed your shoulder.
"Well done brute! Maybe if you could learn to keep your hands to yourself, I wouldn't have to be yelled at like a child!" You yell.
You look down at the young child who is staring up at you with fascination "No offense."
You follow Cid and the group back through the door into the kitchen where the burners looked to be cold, they must have saved food for me just in case. You had to remember to thank the cook some time.
Cid ushers all of you to the table in the corner of the room.
"I am trying to run a business; I don't need fighting in my parlor. Take it outside next time." She says while she rests a hand on the table, we all stood around.
"And take off that damn hood, you look more suspicious lurking in the corner than you would with the hood down!" She yelled.
"Why are you looking at me? That giant Wampa started it!" you defend yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.
She stared at you pointedly.
You sigh and pull the hood off your face. Cid looks towards the giant waiting for his reply.
"What? We are on the run! She looked suspicious and Omega said- "Cid cuts him off mid-sentence.
"Omega said? Nice Wrecker, blame the child." She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Silence falls around the table until Echo breaks it.
"You look familiar..." He says, looking at you, trying to figure out why.
"Nope, I don't think so." You say as you avoid eye contact.
"You're a jedi aren't you?" He asks, seeming to already know the answer.
You look at him, remembering the fond memories you created with your squad. The friendships formed while serving on the battlefield with one another.
If I were with my men, would they have killed me? You ask yourself.
Your eyes become foggy as you fight back the tears. You would not let anyone see you cry. You took a moment to settle the pain in your chest.
"I am no Jedi, not anymore." You say.
You turn on your heels, dismissing everyone in the room, escaping the guilt and pain forming in your chest once again. As your about to walk towards the door, Cid slides in front of you blocking your exit.
"No girl. You need to speak to them; you are on the same side." She said softly, which was very unlike Cid.
You look at her shocked, then turn to the others.
"Same side? No, you gunned down the Jedi, you killed everyone I cared about, innocent children." The nausea was rising again, your throat closing in on itself.
"You served with General Kenobi and General Skywalker correct?" Echo asked.
Your mind coming back to the conversation at hand, distracting you from the self-hatred you were about to reap upon yourself.
"Yes, I served with them on occasion, we trained our troops together. I know who you are, you're Clone Force 99, Anakin told me about you." You keep your eyes fixed on Echo.
"Captain Rex talked a lot about you, your Echo."
Echo not saying a word, but his gaze towards you softens at the mention of Captain Rex.
"It was the inhibitor chips" Omega says.
You look down at the young girl, who is staring right at you.
"Inhibitor chip?" you questioned looking at the men.
"Omega is correct. We all have a chip within our brains. The Kaminoans who created us put them in our brains for a means to control our behavior or modify it. Although because we are defected clones, they do not affect us like the others." The lean man with goggles said.
"We were on the planet Kaller when the transmission came through to execute the order. Master Billaba was killed by her own men. We tried to save the padawan, but he ran, and we lost site of him." The man with the bandana said, never breaking eye contact with me.
You sigh, realizing it was your turn to talk.
"I have no contact with any Jedi. I am hoping they all went into hiding, but I do not know for certain. We received a transmission from Kenobi telling us to not return to the temple." You spoke quietly.
You clear your throat and looked down at Omega. Her eyes bright and looking at you nervously.
You begin to approach her when the hulking giant steps in front of your path.
"Excuse you!" You grind out of your teeth. You stare daggers at him. Oh, how you wish you could throw him across the room right now.
"The names Wrecker, and your excused." He gave a cocky side grin crossing his arms across his chest.
Omega inches around wreckers' leg to stare at you. You smile down at her and kneel.
"Omega, that is a beautiful name, your parents have wonderful taste." Omega looked at you confused, then looking back at Wrecker.
"Omega is a clone like us" Goggle face says.
That explains why she looked so familiar earlier. She had the face of her brothers...
You have never seen a female clone before.
"Well Omega it is lovely to meet you." You smile.
"We are the bad batch, that is Hunter, Tech and Echo, and you already know Wrecker." She giggles.
You smile a little at that, Wrecker staring down at her with a softened expression.
From what Skywalker told you about these men, they didn't seem to be the father type. I guess times change and circumstances change.
You raise yourself off the ground and look at all of them.
"No one can know I am here. The Empire is hunting down and killing all the Jedi. If you stay out of my way, I will stay out of yours." You nod your head to create a peaceful transaction with the group.
"We won't say a word, as long as you don't tell anyone we are here. They want us dead as well." Hunter says.
"I am not one to gab, your secret is safe with me."
You turn to leave, nodding at Cid, insuring there would be no conflict with either parties. She nodded in understanding, moving out of the way of the door. You cloak your face before walking out the door back into the Cantina.
The atmosphere picked up since the altercation, people were drinking and laughing not paying you any mind. You walked through the Cantina. Walked down the corridor, opening the door and stepping out into the city once more.
As you walk a couple steps toward your home, you hear the door open quickly and slam behind you. Omega standing there clutching a doll of some sort halting in front of you.
"I never met a Jedi before." She whispers.
You continue walking, Omega taking up the space next to you. You hear a door open and close, heavy footstep following. You already knew it was Wrecker. Keeping some distance behind you, he followed us along.
"I like your doll; did you make that yourself?" you ask with intrigue.
"Oh Lula? No, this is Wreckers, he lets me borrow her." She held Lula out at arm's length and shoved her back into her chest to snuggle it.
"Well, that was very nice of him" Your eyes soften as you smile down at her.
"It is, he is very nice. I know he looks big and tough, but he is a big softy." She smiles as we continue walking.
"They take care of me, we are a family." She says smiling fondly.
You glance back at Wrecker, who is staring right back at you. That man had a stuffed animal. You couldn't lie you thought that was adorable, not that you would ever admit it.
You brush the thought from your mind as you approach your front door. You unlock the door and turn to kneel in front of Omega. She is clutching the doll and smiling at you.
"Well Omega, thank you so much for walking me home, I hope you have a wonderful evening."
Omega closes the distance between you two and hugs you tightly.
You embrace her as well, smiling into her shoulder. She released you and said goodbye, skipping off back to Cids.
Wrecker watches for Omega to walk into the parlor and turns back to me. He approaches the barrier of my door, his face softening.
"Listen I am sorry about earlier, I have just been on high alert ever since Kaller, we are on the run too and I want to protect Omega and my brothers. I did not mean to offend you in any way, and I am sorry for that."
You feel yourself relax against the door frame.
"It's okay, I think everyone is a little on edge lately." You smile slightly.
He rubs the back of his head not saying anything for a moment.
"Don't you want to apologize to me?" he laughs, his hands moving to his armored hips.
You think about that for a second, tapping your finger on your lips in question.
"Well, I could apologize, but I have no idea what I would be apologizing for." You challenge.
He huffs out a breath and laughs.
"I mean, you did throw me to the ground in the parlor, in front of everyone." He says smiling.
You stare at him for a moment then finally speak.
"Well, we can't all be winners, can we Wrecker? Better luck next time." You smile at him and close your front door, locking it from the inside.
You could hear him laughing on the other side of the door, which made you giggle slightly.
The smile finally fading from your face as you hear his retreat towards Cids.
You did not anticipate this happening, but you had to admit, it was nice to talk to people and even better, to smile again.
You realized it has been a while since you smiled, and your face hurt slightly. You welcomed the pain though; you needed the relief from the guilt and pain.
You pull off your robe and hang it on the hanger behind the door. Taking off your shoes, you lay back on the bed, listening to your quiet surroundings. You knew it was only a matter of time before the memories came flooding back of that day.
You closed your eyes, hoping for the best and praying that you get a decent night's sleep.
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