This is a smut between Ezra Bridger and my OC, Minthe Ringmarc, the daughter of an assassin from another world. Minthe has special powers that she's trained her whole life to understand and use, but is a renouned blade for hire, currently working with her own team of rebels, who will be featured in another story. Now, please sit back and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars Rebels or Joker/Clover/Hearts no Kuni no Alice, just my OC's.
Sweet as Minthe
By Jed Alice
Paring: Ezra and Minthe Ringmarc
"Let me go, bastard!" a girl with black hair tied up in pigtails, ivory skin. reptilian yellow eyes, and a cute green dress adorned with bows, lace, and spearmint pinwheel charms spat furiously as the knife was forced from her hand. "Release me, this instant!" she hissed at the Storm trooper, biting his hand, her teeth piercing the armor and his flesh. The man cried out in pain and shock, letting her go, before realizing his mistake. The girl now had several slender knives in her hands, each dripping with sickly-green poison... or was it venom?
"Nighty-night, bucket-head," she sneered, before the knives struck him, delivering their deadly toxins.
The girl flicked her wrists, and the knives flew from the dead Imperial's slowly cooling corpse and back into their sheaths under her short, layered petticoat skirt. "All too easy," she muttered, before carving something into the man's helmet and breastplate. It was a lizard, which she quickly painted black. It was her guild's mark, the Black Lizard, and she marked every trooper and Imperial she met with it. For her, nothing befouled her sight more than these awful people in white and grey. How she longed to slay them all and paint their noisy TIE fighters a minty shade of green! But het next target was supposed to be more of a challenge, something that would test her already impressive skills.
She was to assassinate ISB Agent Kallus.
A/N: Yes, I know, short chapter and we don't even get her name yet. Don't worry, the next one will be longer. I swear on the Force!