#*vader voice* is he safe is he alright

[butchhansolo]

trying out digital painting with capn howzer yaaaay timelapse under the cut

#the bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #captain howzer #tbb howzer #howzer #tcw #cenfitto art tag #star wars #clone troopers #sw #the bad batch howzer #also oh my god darth vader voice Where is howzer is he safe is he alright

[fushigurro]

feeling like joyce byers every time i think about megumi in the manga

#rambles. #in my insane mother era fr #*vader voice* ‘where is megumi? is he safe? is he alright?’ #WHERE IS HE?????? #jjk manga spoilers

[sailorkamino]

Chaotic

chaos in us masterlist | moodboard

relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, thanos never happened bc i said so

Before you even met Steven, you felt him. 

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird. 

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Divided but whole. Chaotic but reassuring. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that. Barely.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair... would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

You can't help but dopily grin as he speed walks away. Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to react when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand. You look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them from mid air. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm as he nods like a rather adorable bobblehead. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some sweets in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods enthusiastically. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man (which is quite bewildering to you, how is it possible to dislike Steven?)

"Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

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It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop.

And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID, which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell them anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you remind, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like them,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

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[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 14

Vader x Reader

a/n: so sorry for the delayyy rahhh i’ve been traveling for the holidays!! i’ve been cranking stuff out tho so dw!!! i’ve been working on enigma, allow me, and line cook ani pt 2 heheh also unconditionally epilogue// also words in font like this means vader is using the force to speak- not his normal voice

How much longer will it be before you hear from Lord Vader again? is he safe? is he alright?

warnings: cursing, angst, harm, medical procedures, cannon typical violence

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After what seemed like days of stumbling around fighting off any enemy he came against, Vader finally obtained a ship. It wasn’t much, but at least he was able to jump start it. As soon as he got the engine going- he set in coordinates for Hoth. 

He was absolutely exhausted in every way someone could be; mentally, physically, emotionally… Not only did his broken body ache, but his mind raced with thoughts of what his master would do next if he were to defy him. Would he really be replaced? 

As he flew the small ship towards the icy system, the failure of his suit became increasingly evident. After using so much energy and power from the force to fend off bounty hunters and fight opponents (all while his suit was damaged and with makeshift limbs), he was so completely exhausted that he could barely stay conscious as he drifted through space. 

The flesh parts of his legs throbbed uncomfortably- the makeshift prosthetics weren't made to cushion his walk so he was putting too much pressure on his poor stumps. He desperately wanted to put the ship on auto pilot but sadly, it did not have that feature.

So he begrudgingly adjusted himself in the pilot seat and desperately tried to stay awake. 

___________________________________

Your anxiety was through the roof the past few days; not only had you heard nothing from Vader or when he would return, but the Emperor seemed as if he were observing you much more closely now. 

Thankfully you had finished your main tasks for the day and retired to your quarters earlier than normal (not that that really meant anything special. You were still just going to overthink).

You laid down and observed the same ceiling you had been looking at for months, only this time you were worried about Vader. 

You pleaded with the force that he was ok and would return safely. You would rejoice once you knew he was safe and finally with you again. Would he feel the same about you?

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The sight of his docked ship took an enormous weight off of Vader’s chest; he was back. He would no longer have to wonder how he’d get back or have to worry about conserving his energy. 

He landed the ship as best as he could, but it was a rough landing; he had to opt for a landing in the snow. Once the ship was powered off, he slowly pulled himself out of the cockpit. 

The freezing temperatures of the frigid planet whipped at his exposed skin and made his metal joints creaky. He was shutting down. His legs were barely able to hold his weight anymore- he was completely drained.

Even though he wanted so desperately to call to you through the force, he just couldn’t muster the energy. 

Before he knew it, his world went black and he was left lying, face down, in the thick layers of snow. 

Thankfully some stormtroopers saw his bumpy landing and came to check out the commotion. Without them he would not have made it back. 

“Uhhh- You might wanna take a look at this” one of the white armor clad men said to the other. 

“Lord Vader?!”

“Yea…. we should probably get him inside” another chimed in. 

“Right away! We need to get him to the med chamber”

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You had taken a stroll around the living quarters to try to get your mind off of things (it wasn’t working), sadly everything in the damn ship just screamed Vader- it was his ship, after all. 

As you walked the halls, a large group of troopers marched down the hall opposite to you.

They seemed rushed- their matters must have been important. 

You thought nothing of it initially (There was always some drill or task they were running around to complete), but you froze when you heard it. 

“Lord Vader is back”

“Really? Where is he?” a second asked. 

“We’re pretty sure he's in the med bay- probably being checked for wounds” the first added. 

You didn’t need to hear anymore, before you were off.

You rushed to the med bay where he was being held for assessment by the medical droids and Vanee.

You punched in the security code and swiped your card quicker than you ever had before and breathlessly entered the dark room. 

You didn’t expect to see a pillar of light in the middle of the pitch black room; once your eyes adjusted you realized the pillar was actually a large bacta tank… with a limbless figure strung up in the middle, a sight you had never seen. 

As you squinted you realized you recognized that face- it was Vader in there.

Was he injured so badly as to lose the rest of his limbs? No- you looked closer and his amputations seemed to be old wounds- you knew he had some prosthetics, but you didn’t realize he had lost all of them. 

He floated in the healing liquid, only suspended by a black harness. The slight movement of the water softly carried his body up and down.

You observed more and noticed how muscular he was, his shoulders were just as broad even outside the suit. As much as you wanted to linger your gaze on his body, you felt that it was not the time to marvel at his impressive physique.

You began to walk forward to get a better look at his injuries when a pale faced man ran at you; “Get out! Do not dare disturb the Lord as he heals!” the elder screamed at you, which caused Vader to weakly open an eye. 

Once he saw that it was you he panicked for a moment- he didn’t want you to see him like this… he wasn’t ready.

Surely you were frightened of him now, surely you couldn’t hold him in the same regard as you did before. 

A look of worry found itself onto your face as you saw Vader’s scared face, but soon the pale man started getting violent with you.

He pulled, pushed, and even began to scratch you with his long nails but you wouldn’t budge, you needed to make sure Vader was ok. 

Vanee, Stop.

What was that?

The pale man ceased his attack and stepped aside, “but my lord, she is-”

Let her be and leave us.

Vader was speaking through the force. 

Vanee nodded and scurried out of the dark room. 

Once it was just you and Vader left, you walked towards the glass tube and rested your palms against the cool surface. 

“V? Are you going to be ok?” you asked with a  small voice. 

I will be, i’m so sorry

both of his eyes were open now.

“Sorry for what V?” What was he talking about?

I didn’t want you to see me like this

You were no medic so all you could offer Vader was your company and support as he endured a painful recovery process.

“Oh, Vader… please do not worry about that- I want you to focus on healing” you said softly as you pressed a gentle hand on the glass of the tank. 

You felt a warm sensation wash over you and embraced the familiar force signature of the Sith; he was connecting with you the only way he could. 

Thank you

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You stayed by Vader’s side until he was done with his soak; the two of you were silent for the most part- for you it was just comforting to be in his presence once more. 

Near the end he opened up about the past few days in small bits (you probably wouldn’t ever get the full story).

He briefly explained why his master sought to punish him and to you, it was an impossibly stupid reason. 

You were disgusted by the Emperor- he tortured Vader for teaming with someone he thought fit to be an ally. Then Palpatine went so far as to destroy Vader’s prosthetics and dump him back onto the shores that once scarred him all those years ago.

If Vader weren’t as strong as he is… he surely would have died. 

Palpatine is a cruel man. 

W-would you help me lie down?

“I would rather you help me than the droids,” he admitted in his modulated voice.

You nodded and walked closer to the glass.  

“Press that button and lift that switch” he guided you towards an operating panel that would drain his tank. 

Once you had that done you went to search for some towels to dry him off with. He was left hanging from his harness with an embarrassed feeling.

The glass tube retreated below the floor and he was gently lowered to the platform; you laid a soft towel down and had another in your hands as you received his tired body. 

You guided his body into your lap and held him in your arms once he was finally released from the suspending cords that attached to the harness around his torso.

He was so light in your arms compared to what you had expected; he was muscular, but the more you thought about it, he only had a torso, a head, and four stumps. 

He allowed you to assist him to the steel examination table in the next room over. You could tell he was ashamed of his body and inability to do basic tasks in his state, but you quietly reminded him that you only wanted to help. 

“Would you like me to unbuckle your harness? Or do you just want to keep it on, I assume you’ll be going back in the tank soon” You offered softly.

To your surprise, he shook his head- “No, my master won't allow me to soak again today until much later. Are you sure you would be comfortable touching… me?” He added the last part in pity. 

You scowled at his master’s instructions, but your eyes softened when you answered him, “Vader, I have pledged myself to you, have I not?”.

“Y-yes?” he replied softly.

“Then you have nothing to worry about- You have nothing to be ashamed of,” you said.

Your words seemed to relax him slightly and he exhaled shakily before shutting his eyes.

You stayed by his calming him, helping apply cooling creams to his new burns, and helping him with the oxygen mask.

It hurt to see the one you loved in such a crestfallen state, but at least he was alive. 

Once he was a bit more stable he spoke again.

“thank you, proceed”. 

The ends of his limbs had metal ports that looked warped; to your best knowledge they must have been welded to another type of metal and then had to be cut off. 

You jumped a little when you saw Vader begin to move his scarred legs from you; he refused to meet your gaze. 

“It’s alright- I’m just examining your ports- I may be able to design new ones for you since these ones definitely won’t be able to connect to your new legs” you said in an attempt to quell his worries. 

His eyes relaxed and he began to blink slowly again. 

Thank you

He was speaking through the force again; his energy must have been depleting. 

“No need to thank me V. I would do anything for you” you smiled softly before leaning in to kiss his temple. 

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You worked on crafting new ports for Vader’s prosthetics to attach as he rested; you offered to leave and work in the workshop, but he insisted (more like begged) you to stay with him.

You had the transport droid he gifted you, bringing up the materials and your toolkit so you could start working as you sat with him. 

Though, Vader did sense the surrounding area first to make sure Palpatine wouldn’t make a surprise visit- having you in his chambers would not be a good scene for the emperor to see. 

You knew if Palpatine was so cruel as to make Vader relive his past trauma and suffering, he would definitely have no problems involving you in a nefarious scheme to get Vader to react in a certain way. It was beyond fucked up.

Soon you had finished his arm’s ports and walked over to the bed you laid him on.

His eyes were closed and a few tubes carrying nutrients and oxygen peeked from under the covers you placed over him. 

You could hear his damaged throat rasping with every breath he took; you wanted nothing more than to take all of his pain away.

This was the longest you had ever seen him out of his suit and the only time you had ever seen his whole body. 

He was covered head to thigh in poorly healed scars and new burns from his most recent brush with the unforgiving lava planet.

His chest and back had a few unnatural ports for his suit to connect his life support to, but other than that he was flesh (except for his organs, of course). 

But sadly you would have to wake him from his slumber soon since he was supposed to be back to his duties in two days ...The Emperor heartlessly expected an impossibly speedy recovery- obviously that was just an outrageous request, but Vader couldn’t protest. 

You knew the wounds that littered his face had been “healed” for years, but as you went to brush his forehead you hesitated.

Should you be touching him without his permission?

Seeing him outside of his suit seemed like you were gazing upon something sacred. Something you shouldn't.

Gently you placed a gentle hand on his cheek and waited for him to open his eyes. You bit your lip before placing your other hand on his other cheek. 

“Vader,” you whispered.

Still nothing. 

Slowly and carefully, you leaned down to place a tender kiss on his scarred forehead- that woke him up. 

His yellow eyes opened abruptly-but when he felt it was you, he closed them once more. The next time he opened them, his eyes were the cerulean blue you had been chasing since the first time you saw them. 

He let his guard down when he was with you. 

You smiled at the man and gave him another peck. You pressurized the chamber so that he could be without the uncomfortable mask.

Gently you lifted his head and took the hard device off of his face.

“Vader, I have your arm ports and arms ready for you- The arm’s are just temporary, but I assumed you’d rather have some for now instead of none at all,” you explained softly. 

He gave you a long blink to indicate his agreement before his brow bone furrowed and looked towards the cold table that stood in the harsh lighting only a few feet away. 

“We do have to go there so that the doids can remove your warped ports” you said solemnly. 

You knew he hated procedures, but he also knew they were a necessity. His chest rose and fell before he indicated he was ready. 

“I could carry you over- or I can get the transpor-”

“Transport” his voice rang through the force. 

You figured so. 

He wasn’t quite comfortable being that vulnerable and you could understand that. You nodded, started up the pod, and left the room so he could complete the transfer in peace.

You felt the vibrations when he called for your return and promptly entered once more. 

Vader was now lying uncomfortably on the sterile silver table; only his boxers covered his lower half. You stepped into the light and took out the tools that would be used to remove his broken ports. 

This too had two options; you could take them off of him quicker than a droid could, but then you would be the one causing him pain- or it could take longer and hurt more, but a droid would be doing it.

Vader also knew this and could sense your dilemma. 

You.

You sucked in a breath- you really didn’t want to do this, but it would cause him less pain (even if it didn’t seem to). 

You shakily nodded and picked up the instrument that would be used to pry off his damaged port.

The process was simple, use a small beam to cut around the port to loosen it up and then use an instrument to pry the warped metal off.

The beam would be painful without numbing medicine (which Palpatine removed all of…), so Vader would have to endure the pain full throttle. Once again you cursed the pale man. 

Thankfully you had a spur of the moment idea- you called for a small droid to collect some snow and ice from the banks of Hoth (where you were still stationed).  

Vader looked at you curiously. 

“There’s no numbing cream here and I don’t want you to feel the sting so I’m going to numb your arm with ice water”. 

His eyes widened and he managed a small smile, “Thank you”

You nodded, “Of course, but it will be uncomfortable to put your arm in the water” you explained to which he simply nodded. 

Once the droid returned and you prepared the ice bath, you helped Vader to the edge of the table so that you could submerge his stump. 

“On three; one, two, three…” you counted before pushing his warped ligament into the freezing water. 

His body lurched and he gasped as the frigid sensation coarse through his arm. You bit your lip to steady yourself, his arm needed to stay completely submerged for the numbing to work. 

“I’m sorry V” you said as his muscles twitched all over his scarred body. 

Soon time was up and you quickly pulled out his arm, dried it off, and grabbed the precision laser. You put on some goggles and began to outline the end of his stump. As you rounded the port you could smell a mix of heated metal and flesh. 

Even so often you glanced up to see his face, thankfully he really had no reaction and nothing in his force signature indicated pain- your method was working. 

The port was completely cut and you began to pry it off. You hated the feeling of his skin being used as leverage to pull his cybernetic part off.

Once the metallic connector was off, his stump was simply irritated, scarred flesh with screw slots to hold his ports in place. 

His stump was warm to the touch so you decided to cool him in water once more (just to be safe).

In only a few more minutes his new port was secured and you helped put his temporary prosthetic on. 

He tested the limb with great relief. 

“Was that ok?” you asked worriedly. 

He nodded and caressed your cheek with his new arm; to which you leaned over the table to kiss him. 

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You finished up the other arm before you stopped for the day- he didn’t really need his legs done until tomorrow and you weren’t going to be able to do those since they were literally welded into his flesh from how close he was to the lava. 

So once you cleaned everything up, and got him back into bed, you took your seat once more. Your eyes felt heavy as you sat back in the stiff chair; just as you were drifting off to sleep you heard a weak voice. 

Was that Vader?

No- it wasn’t the normal modulated voice you had come to love, but it also wasn’t the familiar voice of his force signature. 

“W-wil you…” 

There it was again! You promptly rose to your feet and surveyed the dark room.

“Who’s there?” you demanded.

Soon you felt a weak pull towards Vader’s bed… it was him- it was his voice. 

You knelt by his bedside and took a metallic hand in yours. Never had he sounded so weak.

His vocal chords were completely damaged, he could barely speak above a whisper, and it sounded painful to speak. 

“P-please..” he attempted before a coughing fit attacked him. 

You brushed his face and cooed, “shh-shh, Don’t speak- I’m right here. It’s ok”. 

He swallowed with great effort before conveying his request, “Lie with m-me… Please-”.

“Are you sure, I don’t wanna worsen your injuries-”

He shook his head and beckoned you once more. Looking at his desperate face, how could you refuse. Carefully you lifted the covers and entered the bed with caution; once you were under the covers he quickly pulled you closer to him, making you gasp. 

Once the shock wore off, you relaxed in his arms and began to drift off. 

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Vader’s burns stung with every movement, but nothing could stop him from hugging you close.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with you like this forever.

He was exhausted, but somehow having you here kept him invigorated. 

He found himself pressing his scarred lips to your temple as you dozed off in his mechanical arms. Once you were fast asleep, he couldn’t pull his gaze away from your beautiful face. 

Maker… What were you doing to him? 

He was falling in love-

No, he was in love. 

Everything about you lit up his world; your smile, your sweet voice, your soft touch, your intelligence, your passion… just you. 

He could imagine a future where you and him ruled the galaxy, side by side. 

Or

One where the two of you left everything behind and completely started over. 

Either way he knew he would be happy because he knew that as long as he was with you, everything would be alright. 

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Been thinking about how badly I miss the Jarilo-VI boys…I know I literally just saw Sampo in the new companion mission but STILL

Luka is criminally underrated. It’s been so long.

*Darth Vader voice* “Where is Luka? Is he safe? Is he alright?”

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The sweet waters of Plegethon

Asphodels ch. 2/2

Tags: dark!Luke x Fem!Reader, force sensitive reader, reader is injured, porn with plot, angst, smut. Like, this is the smut bomb of the series.

Summary: Waiting to be torn apart once again, two lovers find each other under the stars.

Asphodels is a sequel to Pomegranate, a short smut series that has kinda ended up growing a plot. I do think you can enjoy this part without the previous one, since you can infer enough of their dynamic from context if you're just here for the smutty fun. Feel free to check the previous chapters if you feel like it!

Asphodels pt. 1

It was a hard job convincing the rebel survivors that all they needed to do to avoid the mortal threat of the stormtroopers closing in around them was to take refuge in the caves and just wait for them to just leave. Huddled in the tunnels, the children of the Rebellion look up and fear that the promise won’t save them. There is a twinkle of understanding in (Y/N)’s new ally, old Imoviah, when she assures him they will be safe for now.

As soon as it mlike the danger has passed them by, the rebel captain hurries back to the cell where her prisoner awaits. Shame nails her eyes to the floor at first, handing him the comlink as she swallows thickly. She’s forgotten herself again, and now she has to deal with having to manage problems so abysmally different in nature she’d need to split herself in two for it. But she needs to suck it up and be a big girl today. Politics must come first.

After Luke dials in the code, he puts the device back on her palm, his hand lingering for a bit. At least he doesn’t seem resentful for leaving him like she did, bothered and denied. She mentally hushes herself, she needs to focus

“It will be alright, I swear,” he assures. The rebel tries to paint her expression with all of her resolve and hopes the Sith lord can’t choke her through this distance.

Suddenly, the little communicator emits the ambience buzz that indicates there’s someone listening on the other side. Faintly, the dreaded sound of a mechanic breathing echoes.

“Excuse me if I don’t introduce myself properly, lord Vader. I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“I am well aware of who you are. And you will tell me, right now, how you obtained that communicator as well as this code.”

Her blood freezes at the idea that he already knows her. They have never met face to face, apart from a couple of occasions when her ship narrowly avoided capture by his TIE fighters while he looked down on the hunt from the Executor. Even then, his cold ghost managed to freeze the Force around her like a nasty omen. There was also the quick encounter at Bespin, though there wasn’t much time for pleasantries back then. No, he either has gathered intel about her, for whatever chilling reason, or Luke has been talking about her. She suddenly feels out of her own body and shudders at the ridiculous concept of Vader giving ear to the fallen Jedi’s story about a girl he almost came to love.

“That’s the interesting part, my lord. You see, right now I have in my power a certain prized someone you might be interested in getting back.”

Luke rolls his eyes at her, which lightens her heart a little bit. It almost makes her enjoy getting threats in exchange.

“You might think you scored some kind of goal with this, but no matter what you do, even if my troops have been ordered to spare your cowardly rats in hiding for now, the Rebellion is doomed.”

“I’ll keep my prisoner for myself then. Maybe I’ll find some better use for him before we’re all dead at your feet, my lord.”

“Your tone is starting to become cumbersome, girl.” He doesn’t need to raise his filtered voice for her to feel a dreadful cold creeping up the back of her neck. “I demand proof that he is unharmed.”

Luke steps forward, his eyes fixed on the girl at all times, reassuring that she’s navigating this delicate situation successfully but a little fearful it could all fall down with just a wrong word. “I’m here, father. Please, listen to her.”

Silence. For a few moments, only a faint metallic breathing comes out of the comlink. (Y/N) realizes now she’s been squeezing Luke’s hand too hard. She barely dares to even breathe until lord Vader speaks again.

“Alright, go on. And do not test my patience any further, rebel. Consider yourself greatly privileged to be having this conversation.”

(Y/N) is not aware of the dark lord having any tolerance whatsoever so, with a slight triumphant smirk on her lips, she continues. “These are my demands, Lord Vader.”

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After long hours of packing and preparation to evacuate the refuge under the sanctuary, night has fallen once again over the forest. Right now, somewhere, the survivors must be leaving the surface of Jolah on a brand new Imperial transport. Even though they’ve taken all the precautions available to them to prevent being followed, (Y/N) still fears it might not be enough. However, the only thing she can do now is let them go and trust that her plan will work.

The silence is broken by the beeping in her hands right before Imoviah’s voice comes out of her comlink

“The starbird has taken flight. Good work.”

She sighs. “Thank you, friend. Take care. I hope our paths will meet again soon.”

“Likewise. May the Force be with you, girl.”

(Y/N) tries to answer it back, but the woshrds can’t find their way out before the communication is cut. So all she can do is reduced to just sitting there, her glossy eyes blurring the stars above her, as her fingers tear apart one of the wild flowers growing through the crevices of the stone table they’re sitting on.

“You’ve done it, they’re safe”

At her side sits her only source of warmth in this cold night. It’s Luke’s arm against hers that keeps her feet on the ground now that she feels like she’s inhabiting a stranger’s corpse. Perhaps the sensation has been accompanying her for a while. It’s by his side that she’s finally able to see the tension and constant nausea that’s taken hold of her body the last few hours.

His stun cuffs suddenly come undone and fall to the floor. Luke gives her a confused grin, but she looks away. She trusts him enough to free him. No, it’s way more than that, dangerously so. (Y/N) yearns to give him anything he might ask for. However, the question of why she’s waited this long to do it keeps her tongue tied in a knot.

The rebel also hands him back his lightsaber. The corrupted inner sizzling of the agonizing kyber crystal has been making her sick with the memories of how much time and effort he put into building it, how she clapped and laughed the first time she got to see the emerald blade. I'm proud of you, she had said after kissing his cheek.

And as revolting as its aura echoes in the Force, she feels a little colder after it's no longer in her hands. A cloud lifts in her brain too. It will be a while before Vader’s shuttle appears, a few hours at least. Hours she doesn’t feel like using on running away.

If only there was something that could keep him by her side.

“Your sister still believes in you, you know?”

“She does?” Luke seems surprised at first, but then he shakes his head. “That is too far gone.”

She’s too tired to fight about this again, so she just sighs and sinks down a little.

“Have you thought about how you’re going to get away?” he says.

“I was thinking of stealing your fighter, actually.”

He grimaces, but doesn’t complain further. “I guess that’s fair.”

(Y/N) groans and rubs her forehead on his shoulder. It takes him by surprise, but it prompts him to relax a little and open up his cloak so she can take refuge under it. But she can’t allow herself to rest while she still has homework left to do.

“You can have your questions now.”

A furrow appears on his brow, displeased by her transactional attitude. However, curiosity ends up being more powerful. “Is Leia being trained?”

“Yes.”

“By whom?”

“You don’t know her.” (Y/N) glares at him before standing up to pace around with the help of her walking stick, anxious. Even though she feels the blunt pull of the stitches on her leg, the movement helps clear her head. This is a subject she’s not willing to get into, and every word that slips out could be fatal to someone else. Thankfully, Luke seems willing to drop the issue.

“Where is your lightsaber?”

“I gave it to her.” However, he doesn’t seem satisfied with this vague answer. She thinks of a lie, something like she needed it but, again, Luke is not someone she can lie to. And she’s getting tired of trying to do it. “I did it because I was donafraid of ending up having to fight you.”

“So you’ve given up.”

“I thought you’d be happier about it.”

“I’m not. There’s the chance you’ll see yourself in a bad situation without a way to protect yourself.” His impatient tone also reveals he’s still hurt about what she said earlier, when they fought in the cell. “I never intended to make you weaker.”

“Well, then I guess I’ll have to either surrender or die if I find myself in a pickle.”

It would be easier to embrace either of those decisions if she took it beforehand, wouldn’t it?

The night is cold and the dark hides them, which is known to work the magic to conjure the words that seem impossible at any other time. The young man in black leaves the stone table to go after her, but stops a couple of steps away. His hand twitches at his side.

“Do you hate it when I touch you?”

(Y/N) thought these questions were going to be utilitarian in nature, so she’s about to complain about it for a second. However, she can just sigh at her lack of an answer. The reason why she freaked out when he touched her earlier is a mystery to her too. She liked it when he caged her between his bound hands and the wall to kiss her. It was sudden and desperate, with a passionate sense of urgency that could’ve been mistaken for roughness if she didn’t know him as well as she does. No, this fear has bloomed from a seed planted way before, that very first night they shared after learning of his betrayal. She steps closer to squeeze his hand, relieved by him reciprocating the gesture.

“I don’t. It’s just- Kark, I’m not sure I can explain it. ”

“Will you try for me?” he asks, need glimmering in his eyes.

“I think it started… the last time we were together. I was so confused. I lost myself and acted like a brat. I gave in to the idea that the pleasure would erase the pain, but then I felt so guilty. It wasn’t fair to you.”

“You don’t have to feel bad about it. I needed you too.”

“That’s why I tried to regain control. I wanted to give you everything, I really did.” She swallows a sob. “But I couldn’t picture myself surviving, or at least the part of me that matters, if I didn’t run away. So I did. And now I’m not even sure if it’s still alive.”

Luke’s fingertips graze the back of her hand on the walking stick, and a shy flutter reaches her through the Force as he gently takes her hand, slowly enough to watch in her expression and feel in her signature that he’s not overstepping, and presses his lips on her knuckles, “I don’t blame you.”

“I didn’t know I was going to react like that earlier. I was so focused on the little time we had I didn’t realize how scared I was.”

“Of me?”

“No, no. Of myself. I was terrified of losing control.” (Y/N) nuzzles his shoulder, every word a struggle. “I’m sorry, I’m a mess. I don't mean to mislead you. Isn't it messed up that I behave like this when I'm supposed to fight you?”

The finger tracing down her cheek melts her worries away until they’re just a bittersweet aftertaste in her mouth. “I’ll gladly take all you're willing to give.”

Grabbing his shirt collar, she gently brings him closer till their lips meet. The kiss is sweet and light, slow as if they had all the time in the world. Clean.

“Such a lovely mess,” he whispers against her mouth. She groans, sensing yet another worry fluttering around his aura.

“How many more questions do you have?”

“Only one. But it’s a bit selfish.”

“I promised I would answer. Shoot.”

“Do you still love me?”

Luke retreats back a little to look at her better, his gloved hand still under her chin. The frail hope trembling behind his eyes breaks her heart a little.

“I do. I love you. But I still hate you too.”

The wind lightly tousles his hair as a watery chuckle escapes his throat. He’s relieved. “I know. Don’t worry. Don’t let it hurt you any more than it needs to.”

This time it’s him who leans down to kiss her, holding her face between his palms as he gently parts her lips. Their invisible bond ripples with a wave of gratitude. Suddenly, she feels a little embarrassed about earlier, when she went straight to shove her hand down his pants.

“Your eyes are wandering, love.”

“I was feeling a bit guilty about something else, that’s all.” As (Y/N) looks down, finding by the tension on his pants that affairs are more or less where she left them. “I’m sorry I had to leave you like that earlier. I thought you would have, I don’t know, done something about it by now.”

His eyelashes flicker as he grows excited and flustered in equal measure with the understanding of what she’s referring to. “I haven’t.”

“Were you waiting for me?”

He nods, his fingers threading her hair, exploring her features in the search for a signal that she’s not out of his grasp yet. “Are you ready to let go a little? Only as much as you want to.”

The rebel delves in for another kiss, a tiny spark catching fire as her hands travel down his torso with a hungry caress. However, before they can reach his belt buckle, he stops her, a sweet smirk across his face. Without ever letting go of her hand, he takes her back to the carved table, where he sits in a purposely open position. However, doubt briefly returns to him just as she curls up in between his legs.

“I told you to take everything the other time, didn’t I?”

“Do you really think this is the place?” he teases, his hands all over her, carefully exploring every little limit each of the curves of her body represents before lovingly conquering the next one.

“What? Are you missing the cell? Or was it the stun cuffs that did the trick for you?”

Luke shakes his head, muffling a chuckle with a kiss under her ear, “I just wished I could give you something better than this rock.”

The rebel briefly thinks of the time she spent in his quarters, of the gigantic bed with silly silk sheets and at least a dozen fluffy pillows to comfortably plop herself on. Yeah, their first time could have been quite comfortable there, in theory. More than on rock and moss, under the cold stars. On the other hand, she doesn’t miss the constant buzz of the imperial cruiser, the many tiny signatures of officers and stormtroopers running around. No, this place feels far more peaceful. It lacks the luxury, but also all those other reminders that she’s already lost him.

Impatient to give herself fully this time, she guides his hands up her waist. Luke barely dares to brush the curve of her breast until she coaxes him to discover the hardness of her nipples through the fabric of her tunic. Watching over her shoulder, burning breath on her skin, his thumbs swivel over them, twisting them subtly between his thumb and middle finger while the index rubs the tip raw until little whines start escaping her throat.

Under her, his hardness grinds against her ass as she unconsciously swivels, anticipating the release of all the pent up heat cruelly repressed all day. The fire has spread to his hands, that turn her around so she faces him, impatiently undoing the laces closing off her dress. His hungry mouth leaves a tingly path of kisses along her collarbone in its way down to her tits, tender and sensitive under the unabashed wet sounds of his suckling. She cries out with that first frenzied attack, making him look up from where he’s devoted to the task of making her lose her mind. As an apology, his tongue becomes gentler, but the girl grabs the back of his hair and brings him closer again, begging for more. After a moaned hum, Luke sucks more intensely again, leaving her weaker by the second and dependent on the support of his arms around her waist.

Unable to bear the insufficient friction any longer, Luke lays her down, spreading his cloak over the carvings to protect her from the cold stone. (Y/N) briefly ponders what could the intended use of this altar have been, the sacred knowledge she should be diligently gathering to study it later, before having to hand this sanctuary over to the enemy. Instead, she’s getting fucked on it. Ravenous hands undo fastenings, take off shoes and outer clothes as their mouths look for each other again. His lips take a detour down the contours of her throat, then her shoulder, setting each centimeter of skin on fire as soon as it’s revealed to the cold night air.

But before Luke can realize his intentions of journeying down her body, she stops him by the collar of his open shirt. Though her anxious hastiness is momentarily driven to his skin as she falls quickly to the allure posed by the mauvish lines of his scars. (Y/N) grips her healthy leg around his waist in order to bring him close enough to kiss them. His heart beats fast under her tongue as she faithfully tends to that darker nest marking his chest, then following the paths of lightning to his neck while her hands caress tingly trails down his hips. Luke curses under his breath.

“Need you,” she begs, rolling her hips upwards against his erection, loving how it grows and throbs following her touches.

“You got me already,” he promises in between kisses, ”you got everything.”

With a quick movement of her fingers, she slips his cock under her panties, rocking her hips against it. “I want you inside.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?”

“I’m serious,” she whines.

“You’re soaking wet.” A note of morbid pride tints his voice, slowly grinding as the movement bulging through her panties teases her lips open. His voice is slipping out already. Their combined dance rubs her swollen clit, each stroke smearing precum on her underwear until the fabric is soaked. “You sure?”

With an excited hum, she captures his mouth again and devours it as his hands tug down on the elastic around her waist to take her panties off, his heated palms always careful to stroke around the bandages on her thigh. She gasps impatiently when she feels the warm pulse of the tip against her, making a nasty wet sound at first contact. Luke strokes her cheek, the gentle caress of his thumb on her lips, gaze locked with hers as they toy with the edge of this one last limit between them. Until, with a dallying thrust, his cock finally delves inside.

Despite the lubrication and his slow advances, the tension pulls a gasp and then a brittle whimper from within her. She’s already had him in her hand and in her mouth, and still she’s clearly overestimated how quickly she could take him.

“You ok?” he asks in a whisper. (Y/N) nods, fervent to deepen this feeling of being stretched so sweetly by him. Even though she shouldn’t find it pleasurable, he does it so deliciously slow she’s willing to take it all. So she wraps her healthy leg around him and brings him closer, making his cock finally sink all the way down into her. Luke shudders and shoots her an exasperated look, though lust-filled still.

“T-too tight.” However, she grips tighter, taken by the tingly wave of euphoria that just washed over her brain, erasing every other thought or sensation that isn't his body on her, breathing fire on her throat, her hole stuffed. “Don't do that, not yet, f-fuck.”

Oh, so he needs a bit to adjust too. It's probably her fault, for rushing into this without proper preparation. She probably shouldn't have, for both of their sakes, but those little whines he's making are too glorious to think of anything else. So she praises him, you're stretching me so nicely, and then he finally thrusts, his motions flowing at a lazy pace, still shy because of the fear of hitting a tender spot. Don't hold back, she begs. As Luke obliges, she lets out a thankful moan while he’s immersed in the slow plunging inside of her, seemingly spellbound.

“That’s it, love. Just like that,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. Luke pounds into her hard yet slow, deep. And yet, not a single time her wound gets grazed or her thigh handled in a way that makes it hurt more than it already does. She aches to switch places and be on top, but her wounded leg won’t let her, rolling her hips desperately to feel him deeper inside. Her frustrations get interrupted by a kiss.

“Please, let me serve you this time,” he pants against her lips, as if he’s sensed her thoughts dispersing. Fuck, of course he’d say this. He’s tried to hide it, but she knows damn well how he’s been enjoying himself all day, trying to help her covertly. “I’ve been needing you for so long. It’s been s-so long.”

She props herself on her elbows to follow after him, to kiss and nibble under his jawline. His hand at the back of her head keeps her close, the intimate gesture radiating a warm feeling that makes her clench harder involuntarily.

“Been missing you too, Luke. I thought of you every waking moment.”

They didn’t dare reach this step their first time together. There was expectation in the air, a need to wait and see where loyalties and affections lied and what might end up weighing more in the scales. Now (Y/N) knows more about her principles than she would have liked. She has seen the cost of his betrayal, tasted the pain and the bitterness of everything she held dear being twisted and stomped until she couldn’t recognize it anymore. And she hates herself for still loving him through it all.

It would be easier if she could keep her love contained in her chest, but she can’t hide it from him. Neither can he keep his own feelings locked down, even if she finds them so hard to believe. Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to give in to the yearning of her flesh.

The tentative taste they had of each other last time now seems like an innocent game. The rebel feels spent and disillusioned enough to recognize the futility in the little hope she kept tucked away that maybe Luke would come to hold her hand and leave the shadow together. Now, pain has ruined her world beyond fixing. 

This just feels plain wrong and yet she enjoys it that way.

“That’s it, use me. Please, use me,” he begs, tightly pressing their bodies together so her clit gets that intoxicating friction she’s been chasing. “Use me.”

(Y/N) can’t help but softly whine his name, gripping his hips and steering him deeper into her pleasure before sinking her teeth in his shoulder. The sudden sharpness steals from him a deep moan and makes Luke embrace her even more firmly against him.

“Is it good?” he asks in between hasty exhales, “Please, please, tell me.”

“L-love you inside of me,” she manages to articulate, interrupted by her own voice cracking while trying to repeat it, the word love melting into incoherent whines. Each of those deep thrusts tests the limits of what she’d thought she’d be willing to take.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

She whimpers, unsuccessful at weaving coherent thoughts. There’s only his hands on her skin, that alluring frontier of his open shirt, an ever moving limit she’s burning to mark with her kisses following the lightning scars. His cock plunging desperately into her, making her head feel light and drunk with lust. Oh, her face must be pitiful right now. “F-feels good. More, please, more."

Limbs entangled, bodies hardly pressed and brushing against each other, Luke huffs loudly in her ear, one hand pressing her hips closer, the other cradling the back of her head. The impatient pounding turns to a deep rocking, smearing their combined juices all over where their skins brush together in the addicting chase of release. 

He praises her. So good for me. So nice and wet for me. And that seals it for her. In a broken chain of desperate whimpers she begs him to go faster, she grinds her hips harder against him, fingers digging into her flesh, until her legs shake. Every wave of evergrowing pleasure tightens her up, pushing his cock deeper as delight overflows all of her senses. Her head falls to rest weakly on the arm holding her, tingles still clouding her vision.

A mischievous smirk lights up Luke’s face.

“Did you just cum?”

She can just let out a faint moan in response. He gently brushes her messy hair away from her face in search of the flushed bliss across her cheeks, and he licks his lips as he softly caresses hers. It’s cute how he seems so damn proud of himself.  

“Stars, you’re beautiful. That just felt so good, it almost-” One of those last waves tenses her up around him and drowns his words.”S-stop, please.”

“But you just made me cum,” she teases, her body coiling around him with the rolling of her hips, “so hard.”

“Please, sweetheart. I wanna fuck you more.”

Luke leans down to taste her mouth once again, so her yes gets melted together with the blazing kiss. Her body, sensitive and vulnerable, screams from the inside when he starts moving again. Ah, it’s almost too much. Luke spreads her legs wide now, a gloved palm on her injured thigh pushing it up with the utmost care, and slowly picks up the pace. This new angle hits a sensitive spot within her, still tender after her orgasm.

“During every damned boring meeting I… I could only think of fucking you on the war room table,” he breathes out, railing into her with every word.

“In front of all those generals?”

“Well, no-” but his answer makes her laugh and clench around him, making his whole body shiver. “Oh, fuck.”

Pent up beyond what he can take, broken pleas loosely woven into his loud whimpers, Luke grabs her hips and ruts into them in a frenzy at a deep angle, the desperate thrusts making all of her thoughts vanish. Take it. Take it, he groans, like in a trance, most of his weight pinning her down while her broken sobs are all she has left to express how amazing it feelsple. For her, everything fades except his name spilling off her tongue like a deranged chant. 

“Where should I-?” He manages to string out, “…please, tell me, I can't take it anymore.”

“No, you tell me.” She has a feeling that she already knows the answer, but asks anyway, “Tell me where you're gonna cum.”

“I…” he moans. In his eyes she sees how he’s struggling to not completely lose his mind after a whole day of torture.

“Tell me.”

‘I-inside. Let me cum inside you, please. Please, please, please.”

She closes a fist around his hair to bring him close. Do it. Cum for me, she whispers. And the command finally pushes him over the edge. Luke moans her name in her ear, his fingers digging hard into her hips as he comes undone. 

With her limbs warmly tangled around him, they find each other for a breathless kiss. However, she finds herself still rolling her hips, enjoying those last lazy thrusts as he becomes softer inside of her, thick cum starting to drip down onto the carved stone. Luke sinks his head into the crook of her neck and, feeling him shiver as the sweat on his back gets cold in the chill night air, she runs her fingers through his hair in a comforting manner while he struggles to catch his breath. There are tears pooling in his eyes when he finally looks at her. It breaks her heart a little how young he suddenly looks to her. 

“I love you, Luke.”

However, playfulness glimmers in his gaze too. “I love you.”

(Y/N) is still trying to figure out this little hunch when his right hand starts stroking down her body, giving a soft squeeze to a tit, then caressing down her waist, finally reaching between her legs. The light stroke of his fingers up the overflowing slit unearths a gasp out of her, caressing the sticky mess until they’re slippery enough to swirl around her swollen clit.

“No, wait, I can’t. I just-”

Luke teases her with a wet kiss under her ear. “But you’re so needy still, love.”

She muffles a moan on the back of her hand, ashamed of how her body is opening up so greedy to the new stimulation. Her legs quiver at the intoxicating rhythm of his fingers; it’s too much, too soon. Gloved fingers go in, filling her lusciously, and her hips grind into them on their own. 

“Do you like my fingers that much?”

The rebel whimpers, defeated. “So much better than mine. Mine haven’t been enough since…”

“Since what?” Pumping deeper into her makes her words come out pitiful through lewd pants. But perhaps that’s his goal.

“Since you.”

Luke is all her wandering mind has been able to conjure during those few times when she’s managed to find enough privacy to hopelessly ram two fingers into her loneliness, longing for him. Indulging those fantasies always leaves her feeling empty, like she’d just betrayed herself, but her inability to find pleasure in anything else had her always coming back to her memories of him.

Suddenly, she feels a slight tingle on her inner thigh. A kiss. 

“Wait, that’s-”

“What?” he taunts, his lips softly brushing up her leg, his fingers still fucking her at a steady pace. Her voice is barely audible over her flustered gasps. 

“Dirty.” She stammers, her back arching with anticipation. "Th- this is so unfair," 

"Is it? Then I'll stop."

She sobs broken complaints, wordlessly begging. And Luke understands perfectly. His hand retreats to make room for his tongue, a flat and slow lick upwards, his icy gaze burning into her mind that delirious image of being eaten out right after he came inside of her. Clumsy in his relative inexperience yet desperate, voracious. His presence grows omnipresent on her skin, his flesh hand now caressing her thighs around him, now cupping a breast, while his gloved fingers pound into her relentlessly, his mouth on her cunt.

"Can I make you cum again? Will you let me?"

She looks down at the way his fingers fuck his seed back into her, obscene sounds escaping through his steamy sighs. And, through this unbearable ascent of her incredulous senses, his eyes always demand her attention. A devilish glint in them tells her that he won't allow her release until she begs for it. He goes back to suck on her clit, overstimulation bringing tears to her eyes. He’s on the verge of ruining her forever.

"I can't. Oh, Luke, please. I can’t."

"I think you can, sweetheart."

She can't muster a sliver of authority by this point, but the adoration in his smile confesses his desire to spoil her. 

“F-fuck. Yes, please, make me cum.”

"Thank you, love. Now, let go. Cum for me."

The licks become pointed, harder, faster; lips, tongue and fingers slipping over their combined fluids. When she squirms, his left hand lays on her stomach to keep her in place, closer to his face as she weakly tries to writhe away from the intense stimulation. Her trembling legs fight to close around him, helpless to resist the overwhelming delirium turning her senses into a devoted mush. 

And then she floats into that white fire. Even through the piercing bliss, she can feel his satisfaction through his pleased moans when she cries out his name, the broken syllables drowned in whimpers. Ah, she’d walk away from everything if he asked now. 

“That’s it,” a loving thumb caresses her lower lip, “love seeing you like this.”

It gently enters past her lips, sliding up and down her tongue suggestively. Leather and musk floods her senses as she blissfully lies there, contemplating this creature with the light of the moon behind him spilling a crown of silver on his head, looking down at her like an angel. She can merely drool on his hand as she pitifully tries to recover her breath. 

That’s when something grazes her knee, awakening her. He's hard again. So she sits up, eager to tend to him. However, he shakes his head. “Look at you, sweetheart. You barely-”

With a glistening finger, she teases the sensitive spot behind the flushed head “What?”

A muffled moan escapes him, all concerns defeated. 

“My beautiful girl,” Luke sighs just as she brings him closer for a kiss, her hand beating him up and down as she satisfies her own ravenous desire to taste them both on his lips.

“Where do you want it?”

“I’d like to be inside you again. But-”

“Then fuck me again,” she smiles. “Please.”

With a passionate kiss, (Y/N) struggles to climb on his lap, but she’s soon taken back by a painful flare on her wound. The captain whines a little, since she’s really eager to ride him until her legs give out. After Luke checks she isn’t in serious pain, he actually finds her pouting adorable. 

His kind hands gently bring her down, her back resting on him as he lies behind her, an arm hugging her waist, the other pushing her injured leg up and out of the way. Inside the warm chest pressed against her back, Luke's heart speeds up as his cock slides into her again. Penetration isn't as deep at this angle, but it rubs just right into that delicious spot.

His lips cover her neck with warm, generous kisses, though she can feel him peeking down to what his hand is doing traveling up from her waist to play with her breasts.

“Enjoy the view?” she teases, receiving  a muffled hum in response. 

Their mouths seek each other, treasuring each dallying thrust. His fingers come to tease her clit, already tender and slick. (Y/N) sobs quietly at the touch, too spent to complain about the maddening pleasure flooding her mind. And in spite of how much it is, far beyond what she can handle, she wants. She still wants hopelessly. What little remains of her, she’s willing to renounce it. 

And she yearns to tell him, she’s about to.

However, Luke silences her with another kiss, leaving her to whimper into his mouth as he gently wipes a tear off her cheek. Why? He could have what he came to this damned system for. Just- why?

It’s hard to think while being relentlessly filled by his thick cock, with his hands around her body pushing her down harder into him as he fucks her slowly.

“That’s it, love. Y-you’re taking me so well.” Though she can tell how much it overwhelms him too, Luke is still making the effort to keep holding her, praising her. Completely enveloped by his embrace, she hasn’t felt this safe in months. “Is this good?”

“Y-yeah, so good. So good for me.”

She shifts a bit to lie on her back so she can reach him better. She craves to look into his gleaming eyes as his fingers pick up the pace. Their hips buck into each other hypnotically, overflowing slick running down their legs. Growing needy as he approaches another climax, Luke moans her name, a tug in the Force sinking down into her chest and pulling desperately towards him, as if she’s going to vanish at any moment. 

“I’m here, Luke,” she reassures him, brushing away some dirty blond locks from his sweaty forehead. “Just like that. S-so close again, angel. Keep fucking me like that. K-keep…”

His heavy breaths turn into whimpers as words melt off his tongue onto hers, and his embrace grips her closer with the hastening of his thrusts. She cries out in sweet agony, overcome with the combined stimulation, unable to break eye contact. You're gonna make me lose my mind. Need and desire burn in the blue of his eyes, his fingers threadinglo her hair as his other hand turns her anguish into her last, glorious flare of pleasure. 

The orgasm tenses her up tightly around him, the aftershocks bringing him down with her along with the cute breaking of his voice, wretchedly loud. Their foreheads come together with those last few attempts to prolong what’s already over, smearing the dripping fluids into a hot, sticky mess over their thighs as his second load starts spilling out, hot and thick. 

Lacing their hands together, Luke’s lashes flutter on her cheek. Love you, he breathes.

Theyb stay there for a few moments, limbs tangled. With tears still streaming down her face, (Y/N) trembles because of the exhaustion as much as the biting cold. It's the perfect circumstance to hide a shuddering heart. A warm hand comes to rest on her face, as tender eyes take in the bliss in her features. Luke drapes his cloak over her, a soft smile on his face, so she can’t help but pull him closer under the cloak and kiss him, greedily holding his blazing cheeks between her palms. 

“You’re cold, I’m sorry.” His arms envelop her weakened frame. As she nuzzles his shoulder, he lets out a faint chuckle. “In the end you were able to do both things, rebel. Have the prisoner and fuck him too.”

“Not sure if I’ve been a good rebel, though,” she says, tracing a finger down a lightning scar before giving it a light kiss. Luke cradles her head closer, his cheek pressed on her forehead. The heart under her palm, the point from where the mauvish spiderweb expands, slowly relaxes its beating.

His eyes turn up, caught by a far away tingling in his senses. Their time together is coming to a close.

Dreading the possibility of being found naked by the incoming shuttle and her masked pilot, (Y/N) finally sits up to put on her tunic, which Luke imitates, though not without a whiny puff. When sitting up, she realizes the extent of the mess between her legs, though she has no other option right now than get dressed and let it dry on her skin. However, the euphoria of that third high still persists in her brain too much to find it gross.

When looking for the rest of  her clothes, a certain item seems to be eluding her. It isn’t long till she spots it in Luke’s hand.

“I kept the other pair. Would you mind…?”

“Starting up quite the collection, Skywalker.” 

“Keep the cloak in exchange. You’re gonna need it.” She laughs and nods, after which he puts the ruined panties in his pocket, not without his ears turning red. “There’s something more. When you go find my starfighter, look for the compartment under the pilot seat. What’s in there is yours.”

“Like the rest of the fighter, you mean.”

Luke snorts as he welcomes her on his lap, covering them both with his cloak again. “I’ll let you steal the ship if the idea thrills you so much, but this other thing is a gift. Way better than a hickey, I think.”

She raises an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, did I get you into an uncomfortable situation last time?”

“You hadn’t striked me as someone who’s into that, that’s all. But I did like it.”

Well, that’s a thing she didn’t know about herself until then. Until she left his side and spent the next two days blushing at any sensitive grazing of that tender, violet spot that her demands to be marked resulted in, finding a sick excitement in it. She did her best to keep it hidden, but she wasn’t all that successful this one time her clothes moved accidentally while trying to help her friend run away from imperial blasters. She didn't realize until later, when she was putting staples into Leia’s arm and saw reflected in the princess’ face her exact thoughts about the hickey. She seemed more disappointed than angry. Even shut off from the Force, (Y/N) could sense how sad it made her, alongside the complete lack of strength to scold her about it.

Luke seems lost in his own thoughts too, his fingertips drawing circles on her shoulder. “Remember when we used to teach each other? We could do that again.”

There’s nothing she’d love most. Exchanging the little knowledge they acquired from each of their masters, trying to puzzle together a whole that made sense. It seems they never were all that successful, or they wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

Her voice comes out tiny, fearful. “Earlier, I almost…”

“I know, love. Don’t worry.” 

In the heat of passion, for a moment she was about to give in. However, it was Luke himself who kept her from falling. It wouldn’t have satisfied him if she didn’t commit to him clear headed, and he certainly isn’t pressuring her for an explanation no. She combs some hair pieces off his brow and brushes their noses together, thinking about that world he’s about to leave her for.

“Will you be alright with him?”

“Of course.” His hand down her hair offers a comfort she can’t bring herself to believe in fully. “It’s not like you think. He’s… kind to me.”

The word comes out crooked, but she knows he’s telling the truth. Or some version of it. She squeezes his artificial hand, now uncovered as the ruined glove lies on the rock. Her fingertips stumbling on all the telltale signs of worn out synthetic skin, she can think of a few dozen reasons why things are indeed like she suspects, because she can imagine Vader committing a thousand atrocities, and none of them close to being kind. The fact that Luke’s fall happened while she was gone instills a painful jab of guilt. There’s something she must have missed, something vital that changed his world forever and can’t just be explained with words.

Sensing her concerns, Luke sighs. “He likes you better than he’s willing to admit, I know it.”

“Great, just what I wanted to know. Allow me to harbor some doubt, though.” The idea of him talking of her to Vader seems taken out of a fever dream, even in the weird reality she lives now, where everything has been flipped upside down. “You love him, don’t you?”

Luke’s gaze turns to the stars, and in the silence (Y/N) hears all she needs. Even if she’s been trying her best to ignore it, the bond between father and son is almost visible to her, like a thick echo, resounding on everything around them and turning it back into a signal pointed in the other direction. She tries not to wonder how much of what’s happened on Jolah was projected onto it. However, the freezing note characteristic of the Sith lord’s signature still pervades, like a stench that can’t be washed off.

The rebel senses how one of her worst nightmares hovers over her head as the buzzing approaches. 

Tears fall on Luke’s knuckles as she kisses them goodbye. Unable to do or say anything of weight, he sweetly takes her flaming cheeks between his hands and seeks her mouth one last time with a mortal hunger written on his lips. She surrenders to his warmth, her tongue deep into the kiss. Their lips dance with a purposely slow passion, an underlying anxiety over the approaching moment of separation looming over them. An open, warm kiss is all they can attempt to sooth each other. It tastes salty. (Y/N) opens her eyes to find that he’s crying too, teardrops caught in his lashes falling to tickle her cheeks.  

Looking up at the landing shuttle burns like putting a hand on a hot stove. She prefers to spend these precious last seconds memorizing his eyes, taking advantage of the lights falling from the starship that illuminate his face. As the kiss dies, she registers every single little fleck and threads of blue, that tiny speck of golden brown, how those irises glimmer with bittersweet adoration for her.

She wouldn’t remember the moment his body was torn from hers, only the dark shape of his shoulders walking away from her.

The rebel’s exhausted mind goes to those treasured details as the shuttle flies away. But it isn’t like last time, when she ran off and closed herself to the Force; fearing the pain too much just resulted in this dull void she’s been living in. No, now she can see the shapes of that unbreakable thread weaving their signatures together. It pulls when he jumps to hyperspace, so brutally she’s scared it might tear her apart. However, after the initial shock, it remains there, irremediably binding her to Luke.

(Y/N) awaits for the aftershocks of that ghost pain to subdue a little before standing from the engraved altar. 

****

Under the compartment Luke indicated (Y/N) finds a book. An actual book, made out of paper. The captain blinks, astonished to find what she’s sure is poetry written in Huttese, even if she can’t read it. He never mentioned an interest for that sort of thing, even though it’s true that they didn’t have time for almost any kind of leisure at all back in the Rebellion, nor was it something he had access to at home. Right now, this is just another reminder of everything she’s missed in his life.

She flips the yellowed pages, filling her nose with their old aroma. However, there’s another note to it, deep and sweet. Another object lies pressed inside the book. A single Malreaux rose, its darkened petals flattened in between the pages. Her fingertips stroke lightly the stains left by dark pigment, remembering the night she gave herself to Luke for the first time among spilled flowers, their scent mixing with his skin. After this little indulgence, she carefully hides the book in her clothes.

As she quickly does the basic flight checks and maneuvers the starfighter to leave the forest planet of Jolah behind, her hand doubts over the communications panel. She should contact the Rebellion. In a matter of minutes, Han’s voice would fill the cockpit, and she’d be shown the way home. However, she enters a different code, one she isn’t supposed to use except in case of a true emergency, unsure of what she’s even going to say during those dreadful seconds it takes to establish the transmission.

“You got some nerve.”

“Hey, princess.”

Leia sighs, “Already heard of your little feat. If it wasn’t for what you’ve done for the survivors of Jolah, I wouldn’t be picking up.”

“Did they get there safely?”

“Yeah, Han called to tell me.” 

Since Leia has been gone from the front to devote herself to the Jedi path, the ex-smuggler has stepped up as a general for the dwindling Alliance. Most of the few that still fight out there answer to him nowadays. Maybe it’s seeing what once was a powerful fleet turned into a guerrilla of a few stubborn rats, but something about the current arrangement doesn’t feel quite right. An inert buzz takes over for a few seconds as both women sit wordless. 

“I think I have an idea of how you pulled it off.”

“It’s ok if you’re pissed at me.”

“I am. But I also can’t find the strength to blame you. I’m too damn exhausted. Some people that could be dead lived, that’s what’s important.” Her tone softens a little. “Good job.”

“My pleasure. How have you been?”

“Exhausted. Artoo keeps me company, but he’s spending a lot of time switched off these days. Not that he’s missing anything, just me belly flopping into the mud.”

“And the training?”

“I didn’t think learning to kill would be so awful.” To kill him, is what she doesn’t say.

“Do you think it’ll come down to that?”

“Master Tano thinks so.”

(Y/N) clicks her tongue. “It should be me over there, the Rebellion needs you.”

“No. That’s not your path. I still got your lightsaber and you know I’m of the opinion it should be with its owner. But I don’t think that’s what you should use it for.”

“Why? You’re so confident I’d lose?” They both know the cockiness is fake, but she needs it. Even if she tried with all she’s got, there’s no way she’d win, no matter how much she got to train with an actual master.

“No. I just don’t feel like losing you too. You keep trying to find another way, ok?”

When they say goodbye and the transmission ends, (Y/N)’s not sure how she could have cleared that one out better. She isn’t trying anything, she’s just selfishly stumbling into her desires every time she encounters Luke. Truth is, she’s abandoned Leia to carry everything on her shoulders, a role she’s too eager to fill, even if it breaks her.

(Y/N) pinches her nose. She’s done running. These are words her friend deserves to hear. So the rebel captain sets course, hoping it’s not too late to speak the truth.

****

This transmission with the commander in charge of the division assigned to Jolah is testing the last remains of Luke’s patience. He doesn’t ever enjoy having to mingle with Imperial officers, but today every single second paying attention to this man feels like an unforgivable waste of his time. He’d much rather be left alone with his thoughts. 

“Make it effective right now,” he orders. The commander immediately straightens his posture and salutes, feeling how much of a nuisance he’s becoming.

“It will be done, sir. The whole squadron will be sent to Thediyo.”

Those men he’s condemning to the cruel cold of the inhospitable Thediyo aren’t but flies, so the fact that they’re able to do so much harm feels wrong. Absurd. They deserve to be destroyed. He made it well karking clear that they were to make prisoners without harming them, didn’t he? And they just hounded (Y/N) like she was a prey animal, which almost killed her. If they just listened to their orders this wouldn’t have happened to them. And still, they should be thankful for his mercy. It would be so easy for him to crush their puny rib cages and skulls until their eyes pop out. 

But something keeps him from giving in to unchained wrath, and it’s the possibility of her finding out. (Y/N) doesn’t deserve to have that in her conscience, and he’s sure she’d blame herself for their deaths. Because she’s actually good. And clean. Way more than she gives herself credit for. No, those men will suffer worse learning to listen to their orders by holding their blasters in the middle of an eternal snow storm until their fingers freeze off.

Luke can sense with distaste his own dark machinations vibrating into the bond next to him, like an insect trapped in a spider web. If his father thinks he’s weak for not just murdering the bastards, he can choke in his disappointment. The same with his thoughts of his whole ordeal. They’re close to winning, right? The Alliance will soon be no more, and he has had an important hand in that. He doesn’t have the right to reproach him about anything. Vader won’t chastise him directly, he rarely does, but the young apprentice knows training sessions are going to become hell from now on, even more of what it’s been. He doesn’t care.

His father’s tutelage has been tough. Back in the day, Yoda’s training had put his mind and body to the test far beyond what he thought possible. But his father’s can’t even begin to compare. Now that he’s endured it long enough, Luke is starting to see the seams that reveal the structure, the reasons behind every exerting challenge. Some things within himself had to be broken in order to build a new kind of power, a lot had to be torn down before his new master deemed the results satisfactory. And he came out of it more powerful than he could have imagined.

It had never been easy. After going to his father, to his family, he looked back and saw all the things he regretted leaving behind. Luke hadn’t held real hope of being followed to this side, except for her. Maybe it was self indulgent, wishful thinking on his part.

(Y/N) knows what he’s done in the frontlines and she’s still managed to look him in the eye. To love him. However, he can’t help but torture himself with the thought that if she knew the ways he’s used to delve deeper into the dark side, she’d immediately go retrieve her lightsaber and end his life with it.

But that selfish little voice wonders why, even after all the sacrifices, all the loses, she can’t see how close the fight is to its end, just as they both wished together in the past. If he could just be made to see…

Shit. That’s an ugly thought. He shouldn't forget he once thought of things in stark white and black terms. Once, falling to the dark side meant the destruction of a person’s soul, left as a hollow husk with no salvation other than slaughter. He'd be lying if he said he doesn't feel empty and beyond help sometimes, often on the battlefield. Killing isn't all that different now than when he did it for the other side, just the same fire and ash, burnt skin. The feeling that he’ll never be able to inhabit his own skin again after staining his hands with so much blood. The only difference lies in the lack of that wretched self righteousness he used to brandish to justify his actions. During the day, at least. At night come the ghosts of screaming, agonizing souls through the Force, right before the void of death. The hole in the fabric of the universe left by the annihilation of the Death Star, hundreds of thousands erased with a movement of his finger. It’s lingered ever since, always in the last nightmare before waking up, always in the corner of his vision and the faint ringing in his ears.

However, he pushed forward. Because it was all supposed to matter, because there was a plan. And then it turned out he’d been lied to. Soon after, (Y/N) was taken. He lost her because he was too soft and undecided. Too weak. He dragged on for a good while that he'd never see her again, that she was gone and it was his fault.

If she had been there that one time he encountered Vader again, after Bespin. It turns out the death mask held more than just the monster. When the lines between life and death, friend and enemy, were blurred, a kind hand capable of kindness was extended to him. It felt like family. There, consumed by shame and impotence, Luke became convinced that he'd never get to feel that again. So when it came down to the decision of killing it along with his father, he found an unexpected comfort in the realization that he'd already made his choice 

However, Luke doesn’t appreciate the impatient silence building up next to him, on the pilot seat. One thing that surprised him at first is that his father was a quiet listener, always pacing around the shapes of his thoughts. He also didn't expect not minding it at all, but also missing it when it was gone.

“Go on. Blame me.”

“I do not care. Some worthless flies just escaped for another day. Now matter how hard they wriggle, their downfall is inevitable now.”

“I thought you'd dislike my weakness.”

A discordant note rings through their bond, a bitter echo. It dissolves quickly, leaving the accusation unanswered.

Yeah, he's definitely saving payback for later. He can try all he wants, torture him even. Of all the things Luke regrets, this will not be one of them.

He shakes his head in distaste. The vertigo he felt when he made that jump of faith for his father still echoes sometimes. Even if it was his choice, he sometimes struggles to see if he really had any say in it. It all happened so fast, it was pure instinct. 

No, he won't fall to suspicion and start resenting him, that path ends up with an inevitable betrayal. That's the Emperor’s way and, with him gone, his ways must die too, for everyone's sake. Luke has found a new power in the dark side, and he's sworn to use it for good. Until now, he's been successful at keeping that intoxicating darkness at hand, that scarlet rush that tingles through his whole body with the temptation to let go all the way into blind, destructive rage. However, he’s found he can control his passions, harness them into a tool, as much as it hurts. 

Luke doesn't care about power, it's just a means to an end. He loathes it. He just wants all this to end

His fingers instinctively go to the inner pocket of his tabard where, kept close to his chest, he put a stem of those little white flowers that grew through the window of his cell. The delicate petals look reasonably intact, though a little sadder than this morning. He better press them soon.

His father subtly turns his head, but he doesn’t say anything. However, the exasperation travels all the way through their bond.

“I don’t blame you. However, this bond… You need to be prepared to be hurt if you keep it.

“You're saying she won't understand.” Luke runs a hand through his hair, feeling the fleeting warmth of her body leave his skin. “You've prepared me for pain, haven't you?”

“I’ve trained you to understand pain. To harness anger into power.”

Only the artificially aided breathing echoes while Lord Vader’s thoughts float far away, somewhere close to those white blooms in his son’s hand. Luke sighs.

“Then it's fine. I'll be hurt for it.”

#the glove stays on #getting plowed in the sacred jedi sanctuary #star wars fanfiction #my writing #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker/reader #luke skywalker smut #dark luke skywalker #sith luke skywalker #dad vader

[vodika-vibes]

Aliit Ori'shya Taldin

Summary: After escaping Palpatine and having to fight for his freedom, Fox finally returns home to his family, with you by his side.

Pairing: Prince!Fox x Reader

Word Count: 1767

Warnings: None

Mando'a Used: Ner Kar'ta - lit. my heart

Aliit ori'shya taldin - Family is more than blood

A/N: This is an immediate sequel to Ner Kar'ta, as requested by @wizardofrozz it just took me a bit to come up with something good.

divider by saradika

You smile softly as you tuck your head against Fox’s shoulder, your arms sliding around him to both offer comfort and to draw comfort from him. He’s tense, even under your gentle touch, and if that wasn’t proof enough of his anxiety, he’s twirling his hunting knife in his opposite hand.

A nervous tick that he developed over his time under Palpatine.

You shift closer to him and press a light kiss on his jaw, “You need to relax, Fox.” You say gently.

“I am relaxed,” he replies automatically, as he leans his head in towards you.

“Darling, do you really think I can’t tell when something is bothering you?” You ask, no heat in your voice as you smooth your hand down his arm.

He glances at you, and finally stops spinning the knife, “I feel very exposed, ner kar’ta,” Fox replies quietly.

You hum softly, and smooth your hand down his chest, “It was your idea to toss the armor, Fox.” You remind, your voice soft, “You wanted it gone.”

A muscle works in his jaw, “It was covered in your blood, cyare. It needed to be gone. I needed it to be gone.”

His gaze drops to your chest, where the bandage is just barely noticeable under the tunic you’re wearing, and guilt washes across his face. In spite of what he might have said, he’s not okay with what he had to do to get you to safety. 

You reach up and cup his face, lightly smoothing your thumb against his cheekbones, “I am alive because of you Fox. I am alive and I am well, and no one is going to use me against you ever again.”

He sighs and leans into your touch, “I know.”

“You know it, but you don’t believe it.” You keep both your voice and your touch gentle, “You still fear that Vader or Palpatine are going to jump out of a bush and take me from you.”

“They did,” Fox whispers as he presses his forehead against yours and cups your face with his hands, “Over and over and over, day after day, they took you from me and I couldn’t do anything-”

“But never again.” You interrupt, “They will never again be able to keep you from me…or me from you. And, as soon as you reconnect with your family, we will be safe.”

His fingers twitch against your face, and your lips turn down. “Fox, do you not wish to return to your family?” You ask.

His gaze meets yours evenly, “I do. I just…I’m worried about you. I don’t know what I would do if they tried to take you from me.”

“They won’t.”

“You can’t know that,” Fox insists.

“Fox. They won’t. They’re your family.” You say.

“And what if they do?”

“Then we leave. We go on that tropical vacation you promised me, and then we find someplace to call home. Just you and me, if we have to.” You reply.

He’s quiet for a long moment, “I won’t let them separate us, ner kar’ta.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Fox. Not without you. I promise.”

Some of the tension drains from his body, though you know it’ll be back in a couple of hours. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Fox asks.

“Almost as much as I love you?” You tease.

“Mm. No, I’m pretty sure I love you more.” Fox teases right back, his gaze soft as it locks with yours, and then he leans in and kisses you, so softly and gently that it makes you want to cry.

“Mm, are you trying to distract me so we don’t head into the city, Fox?” You ask as you close your eyes.

“I would never,” He replies, as he ghosts feather light kisses across your face, “ever so anything so devious.” He pulls away and flashes an impish grin.

You grin right back at him, “I don’t believe you.”

At that, Fox laughs, “Alright, alright. You caught me.” He gets to his feet, and lightly tugs you to your feet as well. “Come on, time to face the music, ner kar’ta.”

*************

You’re not surprised when no one takes note of Fox when you enter the city. He does have millions of identical brothers after all. He keeps his arm over your shoulder, as he guides you through the crowded streets, and only tugs you closer as the pair of you walk up the road to the palace.

You’re only stopped when you reach the gate. The men, clad in white and orange, look at Fox. “What do you need, vod?” One of them asks.

“I need to talk to the king…and the princes’.” Fox replies easily.

“Uh-huh,” The second man says, squinting at him suspiciously, “Name and Rank?”

Fox sighs and rocks back on his heels, “Knight Commander Fox, Designation CC-1010.” He says flatly, “Or perhaps you’d prefer my actual title of His Royal Highness, Prince Fox, Knight Commander of the Guard.”

The two men jolt in shock, “Boil, send word to the palace,” The first man said.

Boil nodded immediately, and pulled something out of a pocket, and sent a quick message. There’s a chime, and he looks at Fox, “You’re clear…but your friend-”

“She comes with me or I walk.” Fox interrupts flatly.

“...yes sir,”

Fox guides you through the gate, and once you’re out of earshot you shoot him a look, “You could be nicer, Fox.”

“I don’t know if I remember how to be nice, ner kar’ta.” Fox admits with a grimace.

“You’re nice to me.” 

He laughs and lightly tweaks your nose, “You were nice to me first, cyare. Besides, you’re family.”

“They’re family, too.”

“Eh, there’s more to being a family than the blood you share.” He guides you into the palace, and then through the massive double doors that separate the throne room from the rest of the palace.

Standing at the other end of the massive hall was the king, and seven or eight other men who could only be Fox’s batchmates. You lightly rest your head against his shoulder, “You ready?” You ask.

“At this point, cyar’ika, I think I have to be.” he murmurs as he lightly twists some of your hair around his fingers, “Come on.”

The Throne Room is silent as Fox leads you towards the group of men, and he motions for you to stay slightly behind him.

One of the men, clad in white and grey, stares at Fox hard. And then he releases a sharp breath, and takes a step forward, “Fox,” He breathes out, “You…where have you been? We looked everywhere for you!”

“It’s a long story, Wolffe.” Fox admits with a sigh, “Needless to say…you wouldn’t have found me no matter how hard you looked.” He let out a grunt of surprise when he’s tackled by his twin, both of them tumbling backwards to the ground. “Fuck! Give a guy some warning!”

“Shuddup! We thought you were dead!” Wolffe pulls away, and glares at his twin, “What kind of asshole lets his own family think he’s dead-”

“I didn’t let you think anything-” Fox retorts hotly.

“Boys!” Jango shouts, as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Fox, please, where have you been?”

Fox tears his glare away from his brother, “I was Palpatine’s prisoner-”

“-punching bag-” You interject quietly.

“...yeah, punching bag, since I was taken.” Fox got to his feet with a groan, “I was also his unwilling enforcer.”

“How’d he make you do that?” Wolffe asked as he also got to his feet and bumped his shoulder against Fox’s.

Fox glances at you, and then looks at his Father, “I had my reasons.”

The King glances at you, and his eyebrows creep up when Fox moves slightly so that you’re hidden from view, “Well, at least you escaped.”

“...something like that,” Fox says quietly, as he shifts guiltily.

You move and lightly take his arm, “It’s not your fault, Fox. You did what you had to.”

“So you keep saying,” He murmurs.

“If anyone is to blame, then you should blame me,” You insist, “Fox, if I hadn’t been so careless in front of Vader-”

“It’s not your fault,” He replies, “We were going to get caught eventually, it was just…bad luck that Vader was still there when you came to heal me.” He lightly taps your cheek, “They were always going to use you against me, ner kar’ta.”

You frown slightly, “...we had been so careful, though.”

“The morning we escaped, Palpatine dragged her before his throne. And ordered me to kill her.” Fox’s thumb drags down your cheek, “I knew something like that was going to happen eventually, so I made preparations. But to get her out from under them I still had to stab her…I had to make them think that she was dead.”

You smile up at him, “You did what you had to, and now we’re free.”

“You were stabbed?” The question came from multiple people all at once.

You pause and then you scowl at Fox, “You said that specifically to force me to see a healer, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. You need a proper healer, not whatever healing potions I was able to smuggle out.” Fox replies.

“You owe me a tropical vacation.” You say with a pout. “And you need medical attention too.”

“How about I take you both to medical,” Wolffe says, “And then you, Fox, can introduce me to your…girlfriend? Wife?”

“Fine, I suppose I can do that…but only if you introduce me to yours. Rumor is that she saved your sorry ass not that long ago, Wolffe-y.”

“How the hell can you possibly-” Fox slings his arm around your waist as he allows Wolffe to guide the both of you through a side door, in the direction of the healers.

You bury yourself against Fox’s side as you listen to him and Wolffe bicker with each other, a feeling of contentment washing over you as you feel the last of the tension drain from Fox’s shoulders. You knew that being back around his family would only help him. 

And, as a plus, none of them seemed overly inclined to separate you from your Fox, which is all you ever wanted, really. You feel Fox’s fingers in your hair, and you smile up at him. He flashes a small smile right back at you, and gently tugs your head against his shoulder. 

You feel his fingers light against the back of your neck and you relax against his shoulder. Everything is going to be fine.

#star wars #tcw #commander fox x reader #fox x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars au #x reader fanfiction

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Behind the Mask Part one

You are Anakin's friend, true love and the secret he will keep beyond all others. Anakin&F/reader

"Obi-Wan, go." You breathe heavily, staring between your friends. The heat of the planet, making sweat run down your face hiding the tears. The older Jedi looks to you, then back at Anakin still floating on this platform. "Palpatine is here. Please go." Your eyes turned to Anakin. Though you don't watch him you feel as Obi-Wan walks away. The new Sith Lord walks onto the hard lava rocks; even standing lower on the hill than you he towered over you.

"And your allegiances, Y/n, where do they lie?" His voice was hard. You look up into his yellow and red eyes, seeing how broken he was. You blinked several times rapidly, a fight against your mind and heart. 

"As ever, I am with you, Anakin." There was nothing now that could stop what has already happened. Nothing you could do to change the anger and fear that had taken control of your friend. 

"You will be my General, but you must renounce the Jedi." Anakin said, stepping closer to you. 

"I will do as you command, Lord Vader." Saying the name broke your heart. Still you knew the only way to keep Anakin safe from himself was to stay with him. You followed your new master back to the command centre on the lava planet. The self appointed Emperor stood waiting for you. He was already displeased, seeing you behind Vader only furthered his disdain.

"The Jedi should all be dead." He growled, a crooked, pale finger pointing at you. You felt Anakin shift beside you, his shoulder coming across you, shielding you.

"There are no Jedi in this room." He states for you. You take a knee before the Emperor, "I give myself to the Empire."

"I have made Y/n my General." Vader crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ahh, good, Lord Vader. You will need a good, trustworthy team beside you, but she is not one of them. Kill her."

"What?" Anakin looked down at you.

"Kill her, her pledge is false, I can hear it in her voice just as you can. Kill her, or I will do it for you." The Emperor took a step closer to you.

"No, I'll do it." Anakin pulled you by your shoulder, pulling you close to him. "I'm sorry. Just stay still, don’t move." He whispered, letting his lightsaber ignite through your body. You fist his robes in your hand as the heat sears through your body making you impossibly hotter. Tears dropped from your eyes as you fell limp in his arms. Anakin set you on the ground following his laughing master out of the room. Bile and blood bubbled in the back of your throat as you lay there. After everything that had happened, here you laid, stabbed by the man you loved. 

You don't know how long you stayed there lying on the ground waiting for death to come to you. Seat dripped down your forehead mixing with the tears from your eyes. At some point arms wrapped around you, taking the weight from your body and carried out of the room. The chest was warm and familiar, you had been against it before. Only two men had held you this way, Obi-wan had once carried you from a collapsed building during the clone wars. Anakin had held you close at night, when it was just the two of you alone. There had been time before his vision had taken over his mind. A time when you thought you might one day leave the Jedi order to be together with him. Whispered promises in darkened rooms. Until, the dreams began. Strange prophetic dreams of a child with Padme. Anakin had begun a relationship with the senator, all while keeping you on a hook of future promises. You watched as he became consumed with fear of his visions. Showing him stood side by side with his son. Defeating the Emperor. The sith and bringing balance to the force.

When you did finally open your eyes once more you were on a dark ship, the engines rumbled indicating you were already in space. Sitting up a sharp pain hits you in the side of your body.

"Steady, try not to move too much." A medic droid spoke to you.

"I'm alright." You say holding your side as you stand.

The door to the room opened and you looked into Anakin's face, full of regret.

"Y/n, you're awake. I'm so sorry, the Emperor he..."

"I understand. I shall stay hidden."

Anakin dropped into a chair, running his hand through his hair.

"Padme is...dead." a tear fell from his eye, "I did all of this to save her and now."

You crouch in front of him, trying to hide your pain. 

"We can still try. Find the power Palpatine promised you." He nods, "what about the baby?" You ask. He closes his eyes and you have your answer. Dead mother and child gone. His visions had been wrong. 

"The Emperor wants to keep my identity hidden. I was too well known." His voice broke between words. 

"He's going to put you behind a mask isn't he?" You say. You had already noted the change in his outfit. Anakin looked at the ground, then back to your eyes. After we left you he…” his breath hitched, “He made sure I would need it.” 

“The suit is keeping Lord Vader alive, acting as lungs in replacement for his.” The medic droid announced from behind you. 

“Replace yours?” You ask. 

“He crushed them, he knew I didn’t kill you, I am supposed to take you to the temple and show your death to any Jedi that are left.” You could hear it now, the way his breath didn’t come easily. 

"I have a suit being made for you. Y/n, I need you by my side. I can’t do this without you." his hand reached out to you. 

"Anakin, I met you thirteen years ago, I have been beside you from that moment." You put your hand on his, squeezing gently. "Where are we going to do?" You ask.

"The Emperor has given us a mission to seek out any Jedi left alive and eliminate them. Once I have killed a fake you we will make a start"

"But Ani we can't."

He stood, dropping your hand, stepping back from him. You watched his eyes harden once more, the soft man you knew fading away to the Sith Lord he had become. 

"The Jedi betrayed me, this has to happen." He turned leaving you alone in the cold room. At least you had stopped sweating. 

With nothing to do but wait for his return you stood in front of the mirror, pulling your shirt up to see the wound. The droids had done a good job of sealing it and rebuilding the skin. 

“Lord Vader was clever when he did this, the blade missed every organ and went clean through. You were very lucky. 

“Lucky.” you repeated the word, unsure if you believed it. A clone trooper entered the room, in his hands he held a stack of clothes, and a mask. All of it black. The trooper helped you into the suit, as the droid explained the tight leather straps around the middle had been added to give support to your injury. A heavy cloak went over the top of it all before the trooper pulled your back, tying it up so it would fit perfectly below the mask. Lifting the mask onto your head felt like a nail in a coffin. The shiny black ord connected onto a plate around your neck that held two small breathing valves and a voice controller. Before your eyes you could see several digital inputs. The world around you being explained through ones and zeros. A message appeared across the front telling you to come to the ship's hangar. You were informed that anything you say inside the mask will be heard only by Anakin. You walk beside the trooper, a finality in your steps. There was no going back when you saw him, adorned in a full mask, cap and sabre at his side. You fell into step behind him as Darth Vader excited the ship. 

Part two

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #star wars #revenge of the sith #darth vader #lord vader #vader x reader #anakin pov #anakin fanfic #obi-wan kenobi #kanobi

[ave09]

nightmare

han solo x reader

note; i have so many lil han fics in my notes app bc i love him so much, along with two current requests, if y’all would like to read ‘em, let me know! my next post SHOULD be a james marshall fic, and if the person who requested that is reading this, I’M SO SORRY ITS TAKEN SO LONG! i know literally nothing about politics bc i hate them so i’ve ben trying to research and failing 😭 anyways, hope y’all enjoy this lil fic 🫶🏻

“where are you taking him!” you thrashed against the grip of the stormtroopers holding you back. 

you glanced back at han, who was being pulled away, “stop! they’ll take you too!” he exclaimed, fearing that you’d receive the same fate as him. but you couldn’t just let him be taken. 

“han!”

“quiet.” vader’s voice was intimidating as he stalked toward you, his tall frame causing him to tower over you. you cowered slightly, refusing to meet the villain’s gaze. you feared the man, knowing exactly what he was capable of. 

“would you like us to transport her to the cell?” a stormtrooper asked. that’s where they’d taken chewie and leia. 

vader remained silent, the only sound being the metallic hissing of his mask.

“keep her outside. she can listen.” 

you furrowed your brows. listen? what did he mean by listen? you watched as han was dragged into a room quickly, vader following close behind. 

the stormtroopers tightened their grip on you. they weren’t letting you go anywhere. you stood in silence, waiting for something, anything to happen.

then you heard the screams.

his screams.

your heart clenched at such a horrid sound. they grew louder, the cries echoing throughout your mind. 

“what are you doing to him?!” you exclaimed, shoving the stormtroopers beside you, but they would not let go.

“stop or you will be just like him.” one said.

“i don’t give a damn what you do to me but stop! just leave him be! leave him alone-“

you jolted awake, sweat caked your body as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. you glanced around at your surroundings, relieved to find yourself in your room. 

you weren’t in that place. you were safe.

“sweetheart?” you turned, catching a glimpse of han. “sorry.. i didn’t mean to wake you.” you muttered, lying back down. “you alright?” he asked. 

“fine.” 

“bullshit.” 

you chuckled dryly, rolling over to face him. his large hand brushed a stray strand of hair away from your eyes, “nightmare?” slowly, you nodded. 

han hesitated for a moment before asking, “wanna talk about it?” you never usually did, but he always asked regardless. 

“it was that night again.” you whispered. the man nodded slowly in understanding. “the freezing?”

“before that.” 

now he knew precisely what you had dreamt about. he then wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling your body closer to his. “you never have to worry about that again, princess. the empire’s gone. nothing can hurt us now.” he assured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

you smiled softly, “i love you.” 

“i know.” he said softly, resting his head upon yours as you nuzzled yourself against his chest, “get some rest.” 

it wasn’t long before you slipped into a deep slumber, dreaming only sweet dreams of the scoundrel who had captured your heart. 

#harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #han solo #star wars #han solo x reader #indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones x reader #young harrison ford #indiana jones #empire strikes back #a new hope #return of the jedi #han solo imagine #original trilogy #princess leia #esb #chewbacca #leia organa #luke skywalker

[theneighborhoodwatch]

“Darth Vader Voice” Where is Eddie? Is he safe? Is he alright?

whenever eddie's not onscreen, all the other characters should be asking "where's eddie?"

#anonymous #ask

[azraels-eden]

Me reading the last couple arcs of worm (knowing the truth) (Vader voice) where is Brian. Is he Safe. Is he Alright

#wormblr #parahumans #Brian laborn #shitpost #worm spoilers #grue #worm

[nyxgoddessofstars]

happiness and sadness but love in both

Ahsoka smiled as she opened her eyes and still felt rex's arm wrapped around her. She put one of her hands on her bump and smiled at felling a soft kick under her hand.

Ahsoka unwrapped rex's arms and slipped out and walked to the refresher. Leaving it open so rex would know we're she was.

She looked at her self in the mirror and spoke talking to her unborn daughter.

"your growing fast my little starlight .you have 4 months left what the rush"

She rubbed her bump and heard rex's foot steps. He put his hand above her and spoke kissing ahsoka black hair. Makeing her smile.

" your beautiful as ever mesh'la. What the problem. you know you can talk to me about anything."

Ahsoka squeezed his hand and spoke. Sighing looking at her self in the mirror.

" I can't see my feet anymore rex and also I can't get out of a chair without losing my breath and I can't protect myself anymore and I'm scared of losing you because me and her."

Rex let out a sigh and picked her up and sat down on the bed. Letting her cry into his neck. He spoke rubbing his large hand up and down her back.

"shh soka it okay I promise I'll be okay and yes you can still protect yourself your still the greatest jedi I ever met."

Ahsoka pulled her face out of rex neck and smiled kissing him. Rex just held his wife and child close and then his com went of and he pulled back with a groan. Grabbed it and answers and kanan voice spoke.

"Rex where are you. You did forgot we had that mission breathing old man."

Rex let out a groan and spoke looking at ahsoka.

" I didn't forget I just overslept"

Kanan voice just spoke as ahsoka moved to start getting dressed for the day taking off her shorts and tank top.

"alright I have chopper coming by with your trooper armor and the plan for the mission. see you in the hanger"

Rex just spoke back setting his com on the bed to help ahsoka to get her bra on.

"alright kanan see you in a bit"

Rex turned to hang up and when he knew kanan couldn't hear him he spoke.

" here soka let me help you get half way dressed"

Ahsoka quickly spoke.

"rex chopper coming any minute and I can do this on my own."

Rex let out a sigh as ahsoka tried to put on a pair of leggings. He spoke helping her sided them on.

"soka you help me put on my trooper armor all the time so let me help you and chopper doesn't know the code and I promise I be back by dinner or little later I promise you"

Ahsoka just smiled and kissed him and spoke.

"just be safe"

Rex nodded his head and spoke.

"I will mesh'la".

A/N hi so this is kind like a sequel to my cold nights I wrote I hope you like it and this happens in season 3 of rebel so she survived her fight with vader

#rexsoka #captain rex #ahsoka tano #star wars #star wars rebels

[countrymusiclover]

21 - The Dark Clouds You

Part 22

Kenobi's Future

Tag list - @supernaturalgirl30 @nanagoswife @lycaonpictusphotography @bigbendyhorns @foundationsretail @abaker74 @haideehaids @sassycowboygoatee @jedi-archives @iifloweringnightsii @ocappreciationtag @just-dreaming-marvel

Obi-Wan's POV

Twirling my lightsaber I killed someone running from the stormtroopers that we're looking to secure this planet in the name of the Empire. The boy falls at my feet and some others dropped to their knees seeing my golden eyes. Turning my back to the children who get taken by the troopers as I walked up the ramp. Sitting down in the Captain’s chair I run my fingers over my chin sensing someone entering my mind space. "Defying your life's training have you, Master Kenobi?"

"Master Yoda, where are you. How can I hear you now?" I asked looking around the room not physically seeing his prescence in the room which doesn't make sense.

"Where you left me I am. Darkness I sense in you. Something terribly wrong has happened to you, yes?" He questioned me through my mind.

Running a hand through my hair I could see families screaming and running from the stormtroopers. Vader had sent me to gain control of this small planet. Over the course of two days I have caused pain to a bunch of planets all in the name of the Sith Lord. When Y/n had told me that Sidius had lived I couldn't believe it. "Lord Sidius came after my family...he threatened to kill my children. I didn't have another choice, Master. I'm not even sure it's safe to be talking with you or my own wife. I'm...I'm lost Master Yoda.."

"Know of my location they do not. Believe I am dead they do." Yoda spoke as I felt tears starting to fall down my face. Twirling the ring on my left hand I hate to admit that I could feel the difference and how stronger the darkness made me feel. I hadn't created lightning yet but it was Vader's goal in the end most likely. "Speak with your wife I will, Obi-wan."

Closing my eyes the ship started up as the stormtroopers enters on the ship with some prisoners ready for take off back to the unfinished Death Star. At least that's what the Empiror called it. "Master, send a message to them please...I love them." I whispered before making the trip back to their star system. Walking down the ramp Sidius and Vader were waiting for me. But before I could say anything I felt a lightning bolt slash across my cheek underneath my left eye causing me to wince sharply.

"Tears are a sign you aren't one of us, Kenobi. Do I need to remind you the terms of our agreement. You devote your life to the Dark Side or I hurt your family. Maybe we should kidnap your youngest Padme. I think she would give a good fit of screaming wouldn't you say Lord Vader?" Sidius tapped his chin looking up to Vader who breathed heavily.

"Don't touch my daughters or my wife!" I shouted seeing that the Empiror is gasping for air reaching for his throat. Glancing down to my right hand I realized it was open and slightly raised so I was the one choking him. Shaking my hand he dropped gasping for air and simply started cackling as he walked away with Vader. Staring at my right hand I felt my heart beating out of my chest where I stumbled backwards into my quarters. Closing the door I slide down hugging my knees to my chest mumbling to myself. "Did I just...what am I becoming?"

Y/n's POV - hours later

Someone knocked on my bedroom door where I heard Kiera's voice speaking on the other side. "Mom, there's dinner on the table. It's been two days and you haven't eaten or left the room. Are you alright?" Concerm was in her voice when I called back in a shacky breath. "I'm fine honey...I'm not hungry go away."

Laying with the covers thrown over my head I grasp my lightsaber in my hands needing something to cling too. Tears stained onto my clothes where I rolled over staring at the door locked until a tiny figure appears in front of it. His little green form where he gives me a weak smile walking over to my bedside in a blue hologram form. "Master, what are you doing here?" I sniffed through tears running down my face.

"See Kenobi you have. Feel your sorrow I do my old padawan. Forced to the Dark Side he has been." Yoda slumped his shoulders appearing underneath the covers laying beside me with a sad expression on his face.

Wrapping my robe tightly around myself I shake still picturing the scar across my husband's face. His eyes held that tired and horrified look in them. It breaks my heart knowing that he is weakened by such actions. We both have our share of trauma thanks to Order 66 and then when we learned that Darth Vader in fact was alive. We didn't need anymore pain but now that's exactly what we got. "I saw him Master Yoda...the scar across his face. His eyes had been glossed over with tears. He was my Obi-wan but much more broken than when Anakin betrayed the Jedi. I'm lost...I don't know what to trust in anyone. What if we're broken, Yoda..."

"A difficult path your husband is in. Fall into the dark you must not. Trust in the Force. The Force that brought you two together. It shall guide you two back to each other." He explained staring me directly in the eyes seeing my confusion still. "After all led me to you it did indeed."

Moving to lay on my back I pulled the covers I stared at the ceiling and he does the same with a heavy sigh. Sometimes I am happy that my sister didn't live to see what horrific things came after her children's birth. That she'd never have to face Vader with a broken heart knowing it was her husband. That he would cause suffering for thousands upon thousands of people across the galaxy. Twirling the wedding ring on my finger I closed my eyes praying that this wouldn't be our reality forever. That someday I would get my Obi-wan back safe. "I love him Yoda...that's why I'm afraid to lose him.."

"Loves you and the girls he does. Sent me to deliver that message he did. Worry not my former padawan. Find his way home he shall." My master replied before I drifted to sleep and he disappeared back to his hut.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[multifanderwrites]

| Previous Scene- The Aftermath of Order Sixty Six |

[content warning: torture, heart getting pulled out and squeezed, toxic father]

{Padmè’s Apartment}

(Darth Vader arrives in his starship. R2 is in the designated spot in the ship. Katniss, who has been asleep since the last time we saw her, is in the passenger seat of the cockpit. Vader sees C-3P0 in front of the ship, but the main concern is his wife, who runs over to him) “Ani!” (Vader opens the cockpit, then picks up his unconscious sister. The moment he gets out of the cockpit, he sees that Padmè has company: Peter Pan. Pan takes Katniss out of his arms, stares at Vader as he walks away. R2 and 3P0 have a conversation to the side while Padmè questions her husband, running her hands over his hair) “Are you alright? I heard there was an attack on the Jedi Temple. You could see the smoke from here!”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I came to see if you and the babies are safe.” (Re: Katniss) “I had to drop her off here.”

“What’s happening?”

[added because there is a lot of shit going on] “What do you mean?”

“At the Jedi Temple, what’s going on?”

“The Jedi have tried to overthrow the Republic.”

(Padmè finds that ironic, considering how the chancellor is the one making several unnecessary amendments to the constitution) “I can’t believe that.”

“I saw Master Windu attempt to assassinate the chancellor myself.”

(Padmè sees the blood on her husband’s clothes) “Ani? What is this?”

(Vader has been so preoccupied with all the things that he did tonight… that he didn’t even have time to properly process the situation with his sister’s pain) “There’s something wrong with Katniss. But I suspect Pan might know. The chancellor has allowed me to investigate.”

“Anakin, I don’t understand-“

“She started bleeding from her nose and her ears during the assassination attempt. Afterwards, she… well, I don’t know, but she didn’t sound like herself.”

“Oh, Anakin. What are you gonna do?”

(Vader turns away from Padmè, thinking about this carefully: who am I? Will she still love me when all this is over? Will my own children love me if they find out what I had to do to save their mother?) [uhhh… y’all? Who’s gonna tell him? Don’t answer that question. It was rhetorical] “I will not betray the Republic.” (He turns back to his wife) *i should not be left to my own devices* “My loyalties lie with the chancellor…” (He walks back to her) *they come with prices and vices* “… and with the senate…” (Reaches her) *I end up in crisis* “… and with you.” (Glaring at Pan) *(tale as old as time)* “And with Katniss.” [not my gif

]

“What about Obi-Wan?”

*do we need to discuss Clovis again, r u kidding me, he tried to assault you* “I don’t know.” [I have been waiting for this moment… and I’m sure all of you have as well. Alexa, play Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift] *it’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me* “Many Jedi have been killed.” [yes. By you] *at tea time, everybody agrees* “We can only hope that he’s remained loyal to the chancellor.”

(Pan speaks up) *I’ll see you in hell, Damien haas, I’ll see you in heeeeell* “What about the rest of Team Mix-In? I’m really curious…” [yall… it’s not morbin’ time… it’s blorbo time] *you are evil, but so am I*“… Anakin.”

*I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror* “You’re all my family.” [not my gif

] *it must be exhausting rooting for the anti-hero* “My loyalties will always lie with you.” [

I think y’all should prepare to stop, lie down, try not to cry… and then cry a lot. This scene is all from the POV of the antihero himself. 🥲 place your bets now]

*do I need to file for divorce* “Anakin, I’m afraid.”

(Vader places his flesh hand on Padme’s face, holding her cheek in his palm) [mother of god! Why?! OMG!!!! THIS VOICE! SIR!!!!] *summoning the itty bitty butterflies in my tummy and sunshine in my heart… while keeping in mind that he’s committed a multitude of crimes tonight* “Have faith my love. Everything will soon be set right.” (He stares lovingly into her eyes) “The chancellor has given me a very important mission. The Separatists have gathered in the Mustafar system. I’m going there to end this war. Wait for me until I return. Things will be different. I promise.” (A passionate kiss) “Please. Wait for me.” (He walks over to Pan, whispers to him…) “We need to talk. Now.”

(Padmè tilts her head, curious about what her husband is doing) “Anakin?”

(He looks at his wife) *don’t blame me, love made me crazy* “Padmè, I need to speak with him alone. All right?”

(She nods, despite everything in her gut telling her that he’s not safe alone with Pan)

{Katniss’s Guest Room}

(Katniss isn’t here. She’s in the living room. The bed is empty. Darth Vader is the first to enter. He believes that he is the one who holds the most power here. And he’d be right… if it weren’t for Pan. But let’s not dwell on that yet. Vader locks the door, looks at Pan with rage) *look what you made me do* “What have you done to my sister?”

*actual daddy* [does not excuse your actions, dude… even if you’re hot] “I’m sorry?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

(Pan’s eyes narrow at Vader) *no fear* “Probably.”

(Vader narrows his eyes at the former villain- Actually… he is still a villain, and that’s why Sidious was so specific about Pan) “What did you do to Katniss?”

(Pan scoffs at the question) “You think I had something to do with this?”

“Yes.”

“And who told you that, Lord Vader?” (Off the speechless look on Vader’s face) “Yeah. I know. You feel stupid now, don’t you?”

“Do not presume to know what I feel!”

(Pan’s eyes widen) “Wow.” (He starts to circle around Vader, crossing his arms) “I think you might be asking the wrong question, my lord.”

(Vader, to his shock, feels trapped… but he doesn’t allow it to show) “And what is the real question?”

*being selfish because he doesn’t want to lose her* “What did you do to my daughter?”

(Vader trembles with anger, disgusted with the accusation… vile in nature) [ha! Yes, I referenced Rhaenyra lying through her teeth. Shut up] “Nothing.”

“That blood on your tunic says otherwise. As does the blood on her face.” (Darth Vader waits for the moment when Pan is behind him, then turns. He reaches out with his robotic hand, using the Force to choke his adversary… who merely laughs, completely unaffected or even fazed by the attack) “Oh, that’s cute.” (On Darth Vader, confused… afraid) *Pan OC* “That is so cute, Anakin.”

(Vader shakes his head) “I demand to know what you’ve done to Katniss Everdeen… NOW!!!”

“Oh, come on! I’m not scared of you.” (Pan rolls his eyes as Vader attempts to choke him again) “Seriously? Why are you still trying?”

“Don’t-“

*Pan and Vader in unison* “- underestimate the power of the Force?/!”

(Pan makes a face: typical) “I thought you’d say something like that.” (Now he’s getting annoyed by Vader still trying to choke him) “Are you f*cking kidding me? It’s not going to work, moron!” (He feels defeated because…) “I’m disappointed, but not surprised. I can’t believe I even have to explain it.” (Flashes behind Vader) “Magic. That… and the benefit of foresight.” (Vader turns around, faces Pan. The lost boy taunts the fallen Jedi) “Did you really think I didn’t predict this confrontation?” (Beat) *fake realization* “Oh! Right. You were probably too busy thinking of excuses for the slaughter of innocent children.” [sir. You are one to talk] “How’s that going? Any luck yet?”

[yes! Drag him!] “You gave your wife Stockholm Syndrome.”

*triggered* “Are we really back on that bullsh*t?” (He redirects the conversation) “I’m gonna ask again: what did you do to Katniss?”

(Anakin is starting to process the fact that he has slaughtered children… again… but he knew them this time: what have I done?) “Nothing.”

(Pan growls low in his throat, then… SQUISSHHHH! He pulls out Anakin Skywalker’s heart, causing the young man to cry out in pain. Pan feels even more in control than before, though- let’s be fair- he’s always had control) “I don’t believe you.”

(Anakin clutches his chest, shocked at the absence of his heart) “What- What have you-“ (He panics, yells out for the only person who could help him) “PADMÉ!”

“She can’t hear you. I sound proofed this room.” (As Anakin tries to run, Pan speaks into the heart in his hand) “Stay where you are.”

(Now Vader is terrified) “You’re a monster-“

“Oh, that is rich coming from you.” (Quick turnaround) “Though I won’t deny it.” (The smirk turns into a big grin) *dork… who has killed people* “I’m sorry. I’m kinda freaking out right now because I have the heart of Darth Vader in my hand… and I can do whatever I want with it. Well, except killing you… but that’s kind of a given, isn’t it?”

(Vader tries to grab his heart) “Give it back-“

“Oh, no. I’m sorry, buddy.” [I loved writing this part. So much fun] “I’m afraid you don’t have much control over yourself anymore. In here, you’re nothing. Just a traitor to the Jedi Order… and a pathetic man. A coward, a powerless coward… who bitches about sand. Or, if you prefer… a life sized action figure! Hah!” (Frightening beat) “I’ll ask you one more time. What… did you do to Katniss?”

(Vader shakes his head, not able to comprehend what’s happening right now) “I… don’t know. All I did was… put her to sleep-“ (As his heart is squeezed, his knees buckle) “STOP!”

“I still don’t believe you.”

“She was… in pain… so I-“ (Heart squeezed again) “I USED THE FORCE TO PUT HER TO SLEEP!!!!”

“No, you tortured her. I know you did-“

“SHE WAS BLEEDING DURING THE ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT! SHE WAS TRYING TO STOP ME!!!!”

(That… sounds exactly like something that Katniss would do. Pan realizes that Vader is telling the truth) “Go on.”

(Vader is on the floor now, tears streaming down his cheeks from the pain) “She… was trying to save me, but she couldn’t. She stopped… but she just got worse. And she said… I no longer required a backer. Katniss didn’t sound like herself.”

(Peter understands…) “She’s been reprogrammed.” (… and it makes him feel even angrier. He shoves Vader’s heart back into his chest harshly, then kicks him to the ground) [dude! Too far! Seriously] “This is all because of you!”

(Vader covers his neck to protect it from being kicked by Peter) “Stop! I-“

(Peter grabs the fallen Jedi’s shoulder and forces him to make eye contact) “You turned her to the Dark Side and they reprogrammed her!”

(Anakin trembles, terrified of this monster who wears the face of a child) “The chancellor was right. You’re playing a game. All of this is just a game to you… isn’t it?”

(Peter is enraged, but he knows he can’t do anything more to Darth Vader. He heals the wounds he’s certain he inflicted, allows the Sith apprentice to stand) “Get out of here. Stay the hell away from my family… and do not try to reach out to Katniss. Ever!”

(Vader takes out his lightsaber, ignites it. He holds it against Peter’s throat, his face full of rage… but not because of the Dark Side) *if we burn, you burn with us* “You will not separate us. Our souls… will never be disconnected.”

(And with that, Vader leaves. Pan is shaken, frightened of being at the merciless hands of Darth Vader… his eldest daughter’s brother, and her fiercest protector) [bruh. You tried to separate two extensions from each other. Not my gif

]

{Veranda}

(Darth Vader returns to Padmè, kisses her lips passionately again) “Watch out for Katniss, please?”

(Padmè nods) “I will. I love you.”

(He smiles) “I love you too.”

(Vader gets into the cockpit of his ship. C-3P0 is finishing up the conversation with R2) “He is under a lot of stress, R2.” (The cockpit closes as R2 whistles) “Take care, my little friend.” (He steps up to Padmè as the ship takes off) “Oh, my lady, is there anything I might do?”

(Padmè shakes her head) “No thank you, 3P0.”

“Oh.” (He walks away) “I feel so… helpless.”

(Pan comes out, walks to Padmè) “Did Anakin leave?”

“Yes. He did.” (She turns to look at Pan) “What’s wrong with Katniss?”

(He sighs) “She’s been reprogrammed.”

(Padmè gasps) “Oh no. Oh god.”

{The Living Room}

(As the sun rises, Katniss slowly opens her eyes. She feels… like she’s gotten lots of well deserved rest… but that’s when she remembers the events of last night. She immediately sits up, looking around for…) “Anakin?”

(The Doctor is sitting on the other sofa) “He’s gone.” (He leans forward, his face stern… and his breakfast is- surprise, surprise- fish fingers and custard. He swallows a bite) “Good morning, Katniss… if it’s still you, that is.”

“What?”

(The Doctor puts his meal down, walks over to his companion. The anger on his face is clear to Katniss, but she can feel that it’s not directed towards her in any sense) “I am so sorry… but you’ve been reprogrammed.”

(Katniss is, understandably so, confused) “I… what?”

(The Doctor rubs his eyes) “The Shadow Proclamation reprogrammed you. They literally rewired your brain… until it matched their standards of the well behaved paradoxists who could satisfy their needs. Which means… you now obey every command from them without question.”

(Katniss shakes her head) “I don’t want that.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

| Next Scene- The Survivors of Order Sixty Six |

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[skywalkerfanatic]

Skywalker’s on the Run

Anakin’s Redemption pt2

Anakin felt sick as he flew Padmé's ship across the galaxy. It was obvious that his wife needed immediate medical attention, but he couldn't decipher a safe place near Mustafar to even take her.

The galaxy was in chaos. For the first time in his lifetime there were no Republic or Separatist systems that he had to avoid. Yet, this new revelation did not mean that the galaxy was not still in disarray. The collapse of the republic was brand new, the last thing he needed was to accidentally bring Padmé into a battle.

Anakin ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He knew what he needed to do, but he knew Padmé would be less than pleased when she woke up. "Threepio," he addressed the droid sitting next to him. "Check on Padmé for me, and tell Artoo to prepare for arrival on Coruscant. I need to make a call..."

The the doors shut behind the droid, and Anakin called for his master. This is what Anakin had made his sacrifices for, what his new master had promised him. The survival of the one he loved the most.

"Lord Vader," Sidous was more than pleased that his new apprentice had contacted him. It meant that his plans for the extermination of the Separatist Party had been successful - just as he had foreseen it would be. "I trust that our plans on Mustafar were successful then."

Anakin's head was bowed, like the good apprentice he was. "Yes, Master. I have ended the remainder of the Separatist Party just as you had foreseen."

"Good, good." Sidous mused. "I have successfully taken my role as the Emperor of our new Empire. It is time we start your training in the dark side of the force, my apprentice. The galaxy is now ours to rule."

Anakin hesitated a moment, before bringing his head up to look at his master. "There is a problem, Master."

Lord Sidous was intrigued by Vader's announcement. What problem could he have faced on Mustafar when he has been successful in his mission? "What it is?"

"It's Padmé," He said, keeping his voice steady as to not appear weak. "I believe she's dying, Master. Just as I had foreseen. I-I'm afraid I've caused it to happen."

Ah, yes. Sidous thought with disdain. The Senator.

"It is quite impossible that you are to blame for whatever Padmé may be going through, Lord Vader. You have been out restoring peace to the galaxy, after all."

"I saw her briefly, just before I left for Mustafar. Amongst all the chaos I had to make sure she and the baby were alright." He confessed, thinking back to his mistake. "I had told her of my mission you gave me... I did not think she would come looking for me there."

"She came to Mustafar?" Sidous was only slightly amused by what horrors she might've saw there. He was more angered by the fact that his new apprentice had deliberately disobeyed him by breathing a word of his location to anyone. Nevertheless, his apprentice was new and he was powerful. He had to be careful to not run him off no sooner than he got him.

"Obi-Wan snuck on her ship to find me, he wanted to kill me!" Anakin felt his anger rise again. "I killed him, Master. I slaughtered him like the animal he was for trying to do it!"

Anakin had always had a loose grip on his emotions. Toying with the dark side of the force was only proving to make that grip nonexistent.

Focus. Breathe. Focus. Padmé.

"But in my anger," his tone switched from anger to regret. His eyes flashed from sinister yellow to blue. "I tried to hurt Padmé as well. I lost myself - she's not waking up. I don't know what's wrong."

Darth Sidous was more than pleased by the confession of his apprentice. Not only had he slaughtered his old master and best friend without regret, but he nearly took out his own wife in the process. He was turning to the dark side as fast as he had hoped as his desperation, fear, and anger began to consume him. However, Padmé still stood as barrier between the full consummation of Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader.

How ironic that the very person whom drove him to the dark side was the very same person to keep him from his full potential.

"Bring her to Coruscant and we will get her medical attention," He finally said. "The planet is under our complete control. The remaining Jedi are on the run, you have nothing to fear here."

Anakin bowed his head in thanks, "Thank you, Master."

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[fanfictasia]

Angstober Day 12

Eyes

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Wrong Time Travelers

Obi-Wan still doesn’t fully know what he’s doing here. He can sense Anakin’s presence, and it’s dimmed from what it once was, but it’s not as dark as… Vader’s was. It’s muted, quiet. He’s not ready to see him again, but he wants to. It feels like he needs to, and he doesn’t know why.

Vader is pacing the length of his cell when the door opens. The room is as small and dim as Obi-Wan remembers from their last trip to Lola Sayu. It’s not a nice place to be. His face is pale, drawn – Obi-Wan doesn’t know why, and he doesn’t know why it hurts to see. He looks… tired. “Are you here to finish what you started?” Vader asks finally.

“I came to see if you are secure,” he snaps back.

Something in Vader’s expression looks almost… disappointed? “Why now?” he asks roughly, “Why not months ago?”

“Contrary to your belief, you are not the center of all disturbances in the galaxy.”

He looks stung and it hurts to see on Anakin’s face, because this isn’t Anakin anymore. Even if he looks like him. Even if his eyes are blue. They were blue while they fought on Mustafar, too. They only faded to gold after… after.

Except now that he’s here, he doesn’t know what to say.

Vader looks down, crossing his arms. He looks small. Anakin did that sometimes, too, and the similarity hurts even more. “How much longer?” he asks. “How long will I be in here?”

“There is nowhere else for you to be. There is no other place safe.”

He nods without voicing objections. It’s… unsettling to see. Anakin was never this quiet and submissive. He doesn’t know why this is so different. Vader was violent, deadly. This… isn’t what he’s seeing now, but Obi-Wan isn’t foolish enough to believe that can’t change. “I… understand. Is… is Ahsoka alright?”

For some reason, the question immediately irks him. “You ask that now, after you betrayed us?”

“I…” He cuts himself off again, arms tightening. “She was my responsibility. I just…”

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