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kowaiitenshii · 11 months

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[Sunkiller Lullaby Part Two]

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

Plot Summary: Accepting your role as Lord Vader’s personal attendant, you take the first steps in learning your new duties, and proving your loyalty to your new master.

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Mentions of death/murder. Descriptions of fear. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Improper use of the force. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns and descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.2k

A/N: First off, thank you so much everyone for all the love on part one! I truly did not think so many people would enjoy it! I appreciate everyone who reblogged and liked, and I cannot wait to continue sharing this story with you. If people continue to enjoy my writing, I will most likely open up for requests/prompts!

Part One HERE

Part II:

To your dismay, you awaken to bright beams of starlight peeking through the sheer inner curtains of your suite.

You blink in confusion as you mull over the contents of the past night’s dream, and lament the fact that it was only that; a dream.

Sighing deeply in disappointment, you slowly rise from bed and dress yourself for the day, deciding on a deep ruby red set of robes. They’re thick and soft as you slide them on, and you decide that red really compliments you.

You are again presented with a decadent breakfast, this time dining on exotic ripened fruits, cured strips of thinly sliced meat, and toasted breads.

When you finish, the friendly droid again kindly leads you to Lord Vader’s private chambers.

As the doors slide open, you nearly jump out of your skin when you find your master awaiting you, staring at the door expectantly as he anticipates your arrival.

Forcing yourself to hold your head high, you saunter into the room as nonchalantly as you can muster. Your hands shake as you approach, and you clench them tightly in an attempt to push down your building nerves.

“Morning, young one.” he greets you coolly, his deep voice resonating through the silence.

“Good morning, My Lord.” you reply calmly, bowing to the Sith Lord.

He gives you an approving nod as you rise, before turning to the large window behind himself, commanding you to join him.

“Come.” he booms simply, and you oblige him. Standing next to him only highlights the size difference between the two of you, seeing as you only reach his shoulder at the highest.

All the lights of the room both overhead and from electric controls shine off of Vader’s helmet and armor, creating almost an aura of light which glints off of him. Your eyes are drawn to the heavy slant of his shoulders with his cape draped over, and the curve of his very evident biceps beneath his thick suit. Your face reddens slightly before you turn to face the window, feeling a measure of shame for looking at a Sith Lord in such a way.

The two of you gaze out at the expanse of stars before you, and you can’t help but marvel at the sight. Being from a small planet and having been enslaved since you were just a young girl, you had never any chance to explore or travel, no matter how badly you may have wanted to.

One of the things that amazes you the most as you stare out into space is the realisation that the stars are colourful.

There are stars of every colour you can imagine, and most of them are planets. Each star glittering across the sky in endless hues, they remind you of the fields of wildflowers that were common on your home-planet.

For a fleeting moment, you imagine lying amongst the stars and wrapping yourself in a blanket made of space itself, before Vader speaks again.

“I have arranged a test for you today.” he asserts, his tone unreadable.

Cocking your head, you glance up at your master, questioning exactly what sort of test he had in mind.

“We need to have the understanding that we can trust in one another if I am to take you on in personal servitude.” He explains, sensing your curiosity.

You can feel yourself go cold as the words sink in. It could be any kind of test, and ice cold pangs of fear grip your heart as you pray you do not fail.

Failure is simply not an option.

The trembling in your fingers only worsens, and to your horror, Vader notices.

He takes one of your quivering hands tightly within his own before placing the other heavy, leather-clad hand over top of yours. His touch is like holding a livewire, like nothing you had ever felt before, and it makes you jolt in your skin.

His gaze albeit masked is fixed upon you as he speaks, the air catching in your throat.

“I can sense your fear, your hurt. Your rage.” he says, a reassuring tone hidden in his distorted voice. “Use them. Do not fear me.” he commands, before dropping your hand like he had never touched it in the first place.

Not fearing him was a hefty task indeed.

You say nothing in response, swallowing thickly and flexing your fingers to rid them of the lingering sensation of his touch.

Just then, the ship begins to descend on a barren planet. The land is desolate, clouds of smoky-coloured dust covering the rough, rocky terrain.

You take deep breaths to steady yourself as the ship lands, still reeling from the touch along with your nerves and their gnashing teeth gnawing at the back of your mind.

As you disembark, you can feel how tightly wound your body is with anticipation. Despite this, you diligently follow your master as he treks along the barren, grey landscape, leading you to a wide clearing in the rocky wasteland.

All around you are boulders and crystals of enormous size, and you figure this must be an Empire-controlled resource planet.

Looking up to the violet sky, you pray to the maker that you make it out of this in one piece.

Vader stops at once, turning to regard you once more as you come to stand before him.

“Before we begin,” he starts “What is your name?” he asks, striking you with the realisation that you had not yet told him, and that he almost certainly already knew it. Truthfully, you had nearly forgotten that you had a name, as more derogatory terms were commonly used to refer to slaves. It is a strange thought that Lord Vader would even care to know it.

“(Y/N).” you answer dutifully.

“(Y/N).” he confirms before speaking again. “As I previously stated, we must be without a shadow of a doubt that we trust in one another. I have brought you here to assess that fact.” he explains, his droning voice reverberating off of the jagged walls of the terrain surrounding you.

Doing your best to maintain your shaken composure, you watch as the Sith Lord strides a few paces away before speaking again once more.

“I will test you, as you will test me.” He iterates, now turning towards you and watching you for a moment.

Rooted to the spot, you clench your shaking hands and swallow the lump in your throat, fixing your gaze upon Lord Vader.

You will test him? What could he possibly mean by that?

You watch in thinly veiled terror as he raises his right hand and the ashen earth around you begins to tremble. A large mass of sparkling crystal sizable enough to crush a freighter breaks away from the earth, beginning to levitate.

Stomach in knots and your mind racing, you watch in horror as it rises impossibly high and comes to a stop directly over your head.

In your youth you had heard tales of the Jedi and the Sith, but you had always taken them with a grain of salt. It is then that you come to understand that the stories were true, and the force is more powerful than you could ever have imagined.

Vader’s voice cuts through your frenzied train of thought, snapping you back into the moment.

“Focus on me.” he instructs you, holding the spiked mass of crystals steady above you, pulling it higher.

Although every atom in your body screams at you to run, you know there is no point. Wiping away the fine sweat forming on your brow, you obey your master, fixing your widened eyes upon him.

“Feel your fear.” he commands in a guiding tone. “Feel it, and understand that I will never harm you.”

Dread cuts into your chest like knives, and still you obey. You feel the goosebumps on every inch of your skin, your muscles poised to flee, and the fine tremble running through you in waves.

You look upon Lord Vader who holds your life in his hands so effortlessly. Focusing on the expressionless countenance of his helmet, you envision looking into his eyes and finding unwavering certainty there.

You stand as a statue as the massive crystal drops, time itself seeming to slow, and you don’t so much as blink when Vader catches it just before it hits.

“Very good.” Darth Vader affirms, before reeling back and launching the crystals far off into the distance; the sound of impact only coming as a murmured echo.

Sighing a huge breath of relief, your shoulders and head droop as the tension washes away in waves. When you lift your head, the Sith Lord is in front of you again, this time holding a cylindrical silver and black object in his outstretched right hand, motioning for you to take it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks as you carefully take it from him, examining the activation switch on the side.

“Yes,” you affirm as you inspect the object with great curiosity. “It is a lightsaber.”

You had seen them in use only once when your planet was under siege, but you had also seen them traded by smugglers a handful of times.

However, you had never held one. The metal is cool to the touch, and it is deceptively heavy in your hands as you marvel at it, turning it over and over in your hands.

“Turn it on.” Vader demands, cutting your observation short. You swallow your nerves, holding the lightsaber in your right hand and placing your thumb over the switch. You jump as you press it, the glowing crimson plasma blade instantly shooting out with a sharp sound.

The glowing saber incandesces between the two of you, red light illuminating Vader’s ominous visage.

“Good. Now off.” he directs, and you obey immediately.

“Now, we test my faith in you.” he states intently, stepping closer and closer until he is merely an arm’s length away, looming expectantly over you.

Stomach tingling and your mind blank, you watch as he harshly grips the wrist of your right hand and presses the unarmed lightsaber against the blinking control panel on his chestplate, the shocking sensation of his touch feeling a million miles away.

Staring at where the hilt of the blade rests against his armor, you have the cold understanding that you could kill him right now.

You could kill him, and yet it would do nothing to change your fate.

It takes a moment to realise he’s staring at you before you look up to meet the blank gaze of his mask. Somehow you can feel it in him, the faith he has in you and the understanding that killing him would not save you.

You’re like that for a moment, staring at each other and listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing before he steps away, and you hand the lightsaber back to him.

“Well done.” he praises as he beckons you to follow. “Come. We are done here.”

You both board Lord Vader’s ship once again, your mind and emotions still reeling from the stress of the situation you just managed to live through as he calmly leads you to his chambers.

“Make yourself comfortable.” he orders as you enter the room, and you waste no time in shrugging off your outermost robe, leaving on your cowl and belted underdress. Plopping wearily onto one of the long couches in the room, you notice that it’s notably firmer than the plush furnishings of your suite, though you were in no place to complain.

Lord Vader stares at you for a moment, and you become bashful at the idea of him looking upon your uncovered skin, before he turns to his place at the large window to watch as the ship takes off.

You wonder if he does anything other than stare out the window in contemplation.

Straightening yourself up, you watch the grey planet fade away as the ship flies, bidding the site of your near-grave a goodbye before looking around the room in which you sit.

Now that you have the chance to really look, you take in your surroundings. To your right, the wall with the door is covered in blinking controls which you can only assume are either used to manipulate aspects of the room or call droids and Imperial personnel. On the far wall opposite where you sit, there is a large open doorway into an illuminated room housing an enormous tank filled with a mysterious blueish liquid, and you wonder what the purpose for it could possibly be.

You don’t see a bed in the room, so you assume that Vader sleeps elsewhere. That is, if he indeed sleeps.

In the left hand corner of the opposite wall, you can see a long white table littered with various parts, mechanisms and tools laid out upon it, and you find it mildly interesting that Darth Vader likes to tinker.

The Sith Lord’s voice cuts through your curious observations like a razor.

“What do you know of the force?” He asks, peering over his shoulder at you.

You’re stunned for a moment before you answer.

“I must admit, Lord Vader, I know very little, as it was forbidden to be taught on my homeworld.” you reply truthfully, caught off guard by the seemingly random question. It was true, the ways of the force were not formally taught as a form of trying to shield the people of your home-planet from the Empire; all you know are the legends and the myths that were told as stories.

Lord Vader nods in acceptance.

“This ship is equipped with an entire library full of knowledge of the force, both light and dark; Jedi and Sith. You are free to utilise it if you so wish.” He offers, but it sounds more like an order.

Feeling as though there’s something he’s not saying, you simply nod.

“Thank you master.” you accept graciously with a soft smile.

He only nods in reply, gaze lingering heavily upon you before he turns away from the window, pacing over to his work bench in the opposite corner from where you sit and taking a seat.

You do not know how long he toils over his machines, nor how long you accompany him in doing so.

The last thing you remember before waking up in your own bed is dozing off on Lord Vader’s couch.

Confused and unaware of how you got back to your suite, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and sit up. As you rise, a gentle knock sounds behind the door.

“Come in!” you call out, clearing your throat and wetting your lips.

The friendly droid enters, bowing to you and chirping its greetings.

“Good evening, Madam! I’m assured you’re ready for your meal?” it asks politely. Smiling softly at the kind droid, you nod.

“Yes, please.”

After all, the stress of the day's activities has left you quite hungry, your stomach growling at the thought of the decadent spreads you’ve been spoiled with.

The droid steps out for a moment, promptly returning with a spread no less extravagant than the others you’ve been lucky enough to enjoy. Tonight, your meal consists of a striking plum-coloured stew, accompanied by an herbed mash of root vegetables, and crusty baked breads still warm from the oven.

As you eat, a curious and humorous thought crosses your mind, and you set down your spoon to ask the droid a question.

“Was it you that carried me all the way back here?” you giggle playfully, finding amusement in the idea of the spindly droid hauling you through the corridors.

“No milady, Lord Vader saw to that himself.” the droid answers dutifully.

Knowing it is incapable of lying, the idea hits you like a train, and you’re struck by it for a moment.

Carrying you to your room seemed like a task that would be uncharacteristically tender, too gentle for Vader to carry out. You can feel the flush that spreads across your cheeks as you come to the understanding that there is still much you do not know about your master.

“Oh, um. Give him my thanks.” you reply quietly, leaving it at that.

“As you wish, Milady.” the droid affirms.

Spending the rest of your meal in contemplative silence, it does you well, nourishing and soothing your tired body.

Before the droid leaves you for the night, you request the books that Lord Vader had mentioned, thinking some studying may help you to understand your master, even if just a small bit more.

It happily delivers them to you, leaving you with a stack of thick and heavy books with weathered bindings.

Elsewhere, Darth Vader paces in his chamber, heavy footsteps echoing around him.

He is quite satisfied with the recent turn of events, knowing surely now that your spirit had not been broken by your life of torment, but that it was bendable.

It was true that you had great fear within you, but your lust for power and your anger was greater. Your suffering had made you fierce, it made you courageous.

The Emperor will be pleased.

Remembering the strength in your expression as you had connected with him while your very life hung in the balance, the absolute, steady faith you had in him; And then the dichotomy of holding your serenely peaceful sleeping body in his arms, your angelic calmness, he feels an unfamiliar flutter in his chest before shaking it off.

Spending the rest of the night flipping through an ancient tome, you are thoroughly intrigued by the stories contained within. They read like fairy tales; tales of heroic bravery, of villainous contempt, of epic battles and galactic love.

They’re enchanting, reminding you of those cherished times as a child when your parents would read to you before putting you to bed.

Well into the late hours of the night, you finally ready yourself for sleep, yawning and stretching as you shrug off your garments.

As you lay out an outfit for the next day, you catch a glimpse of a passing moon. It’s beautiful, a light yellow hue to the pallid monolith as it glows. Moons always reminded you of solitude, your only companion in those quiet hours of the night. As you watch it pass, you silently hope that you dream of your mysterious suitor again.

Your prayers are answered.

Becoming aware of your surroundings, your eyes scan the room around you. It’s a more intimate setting this time, a quaint stone cottage within a verdant forest. There are strange herbs and flowers hung to dry all about the room, leaving it with a floral, green aroma.

Sitting on the floor in front of a warm, crackling fire, your vision finally adjusts to your dimly lit setting, and you spot the one you had wished for standing just within the doorway.

He smiles warmly as your eyes land on him, exposing a row of perfect teeth. You can’t help but to smile back.

Striding out of the shadows, he joins you by the fire, nestling you against his side. His energy is the same and you can feel it just as strongly as before, entrancing and sultry as the fire before you.

You spend a long moment just looking at him, committing every aspect of his features to memory in case you never get the pleasure of seeing him again.

He’s still got that warm smile on his face as he gazes back at you, making your stomach flutter. His hair falls in perfect golden waves on his shoulders, framing his outstandingly handsome features. His eyes are half-lidded, his pupils blown wide as he looks upon you; his full, pink lips parted.

Feeling the heat in your body rising, spreading across your face and tinging the tips of your ears, you look away shyly.

The connection you feel with this man still baffles you, it doesn't make any sense, leaving you confused and questioning whether you can even trust your own emotions.

Though, you suppose dreams don’t have to make any sense.

Reaching over to you, he brushes a tress of hair away from your face to read your expression, pulling your attention back to him.

You blink sheepishly at him through long lashes as he hooks a finger under your chin, turning you to face him fully. Goosebumps form instantly at the contact, your hairs standing on end as a wistful sigh leaves your lips.

He brings your face so close to his own that you can feel his gentle breaths tickling your lips. The air, the energy between you is like a thunderstorm; intense, restless, and exhilarating.

You revel in the way he touches you like something that threatens to break.

The realisation then hits you that this is your first time seeing him unhidden by his cloak. You take your time in taking in all the new details you had missed, noticing a lengthy scar on the right side of his face, running nearly all the way from his hairline to just below his eye.

He slowly curls a strong arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, never breaking eye contact while doing so. Following his movements obediently, you shift your legs to wrap around his waist as you perch on him; the tips of your noses tickling each other as you adjust yourself.

You want, you crave nothing more than this closeness and contact with him.

After being denied pleasant, consensual human contact for so long, the feeling is intoxicating. It makes your head swim, and your heartbeat race.

Still face to face, you delicately raise your right hand, ghosting the tips of your fingers down the length of his scar, taking great care in case it’s still painful for him. Your fingers buzz and tingle, like nerve endings coming back to life after having fallen asleep.

Lips parting and eyes falling shut at your touch, he presses his forehead against yours.

Your whole body lights up and hums at the sensation, like a static charge. His intense and all-consuming energy surrounds you, threatening to swallow you whole.

And you let it. You let him in.

Holding the doors to your mind open, you begin receiving visions.

Visions of a small boy with tawny hair and bright blue eyes. Visions of the familiar sandy, dual-sunned landscape of Tatooine. Visions of that small boy toiling away in the shop of a cruel junk dealer.

Your eyes fly back open with the newfound understanding that the child was him, that he truly had lived a life like yours.

In this moment, as your heart races and your eyes flit between his, he feels like the person closest to you in the entire world.

He looks back at you with soft eyes. The expression on his face is one that says:

This is me. Do you see it? This is me.

Overwhelmed by the connection, by the painful swelling of your heart in your chest, you let instinct lead rather than logic.

Leaning into him further, you brush your lips just barely over the full curve of his, inviting him to close the distance.

Instantly he relents, capturing your own lips with his, pure passion and intense longing radiating off of him in waves.

As he tangles a large hand in your soft hair, you can feel your heart thumping against your ribcage, your blood rushing through your veins. Draping your arms over his sturdy shoulders, the very air around the two of you feels electric, tingling and crackling with released tension. Lips locking over and over, hands everywhere, tongues tasting each other in the heat of your fiery desire, you send a message through your ministrations.

I see you. You say with every touch of the lips, every tease of his tongue, every rake of your nails across the soft skin of his abdomen. I see you.

When you finally break the session to suck in greedy gasps of much needed air, he bites onto your bottom lip, prolonging the contact for as long as possible. He clutches you tightly, possessively to his strong body, as if you could be ripped from his arms at any moment; his own chest heaving as he breathes.

He slides a large, rough hand up the small of your back, steadying you as you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. Pressing a feather light kiss to the petal-soft skin of his throat, your eyes slide shut with great satisfaction.

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phoeebsbuffay · 6 months

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Imagine when everyone ignores Anakin Skywalker's growing darkness...but you. What are you going to do?

Warnings: angst, drama, explicit smut.

Warnings 2: *long post*; unburnt Vader.

Strong recommendations: “Say Don’t Go”, Taylor Swift.

No minors

Preface

You are getting ready for your next mission when you hear steps. You know whose steps are, not entirely surprised when detecting the darkness they echo.

You quickly leave aside your preparations to meet him, but there is no need: he comes after you. Anakin opens the door abruptly and this is the moment where one faces the other.

“Master Y/N Y/LN”, he addresses you cooly.

The sound of his voice breaks your heart; a curious contrast to his eyes, whose new color could flare you in burning hell. You feel tears choking your throat, never reaching your eyes, though.

“There is no need to use formalities, Anakin. Is this what we are now? Strangers to each other?”

“I am a tragedy roll”, he speaks angrily. “This is the moment we must say goodbye to each other.”

“Am I a waste of memory?”, you burst out. “A song of goodbye to be sang in your head?”

Although he is expecting a reaction of you, such words are not what his mind had played before. It is strange to see in you the mirror of his angst.

“What other alternative is there? The Jedis are corrupted!”, Anakin yells and the quarters you are at seem to shake. But you remain there, still. “They brought me to decay!”

“That's not the truth! You brought this to yourself, although fairly so!”, you speak anxiously, going towards him. “Forget about everything. Forget about them. This isn’t about the Jedis or the Siths. It’s about who are you becoming, Ani.”

There are tears in his eyes, but also the depth of darkness that drags you into it, like the gravity of Tartarus. A call you cannot refuse.

Yet, you feel strangely in peace when being pulled into it.

“You don’t understand.”

“I do”, you speak softly. “I don’t judge you whatsoever. I am not asking you to choose. I am, however, trying to wake you up from this illusion. There is darkness in me as there is in you. But we can be at peace with it.”

“You sound convicted”, he whispers, eyeing down to his hands, holding the saber still.

“Your lack of conviction is disturbing, dear Ani”, you side smirk at him.

He raises his eyes to meet yours. Silence hangs in between you two. What’s to happen then?

***

A few years ago.

When you first meet him, he is the General Skywalker everyone talks about, known for his blows, his sagacity, ferocity in battlefield, but also for his sharp wit and tongue that may displease some people—not that he cares about it.

There is also a rumor that this handsome General is romantically linked to Senator Padmé, but you don’t care about rumors. You are hardly interested in this kind of gossip.

What you want is to prove your worth to your Master before you rise to become a proper Jedi. You are given a mission, delegated under the command of the said general.

“So here you are”, he greets you with a smug on his face. But you don’t find him arrogant as some had warned you about, rather you are amused by his cockiness. “Y/N Y/LN, aspiring to be a Knight Jedi. Am I correct?”

“Aye”, you respond confidently. “My trials are expected to occur towards the end of this year, however, as I’ve been developing well, my Master is giving me a chance to be trained under your guidance.”

Anakin folds his arms, analyzing you. There is something about you that reminds him of himself—he is precociously aimed to be a Master, whereas you are almost the same level of Ahsoka, his Padawan. However, you strike him something far different than Ahsoka.

A strange feeling seems to placate his heart. Anakin reads your anxiety, however, and says:

“Very well. But before we set on mission, I want to see how good you are, Y/LN.”

You side smirk at him.

“You won’t be disappointed, General Skywalker.”

He raises his eyebrows, but you spot a shadowy smile forming on his lips: you know you had surprised him, something few could do.

***

Anakin is indeed surprised by you. When you first train together, your discipline and strength out-stand his judgement. You could be his equal, your master had ensured that.

“Well, looks like you are quite gifted, Jedi. Why haven’t I heard of you before goes beyond my understanding.”

“I wasn’t ready to make my name yet”, you shrug your shoulder.

He cannot help a laughter. Disdain rolls out of his tongue when he says:

“So is this what’s it about? Making your name?”

“No”, you disguise well the anxiety of being misinterpreted. “It’s more than that. But if I want to become a Jedi I must be useful, be known.”

“This is not about you, Y/LN. Being a Jedi is much more than making yourself a name. It’s about others, making peace before all”, he explains.

“Why fighting to make peace then? If one does not rise, one cannot be useful.”

Ah, Anakin thinks, here it is. Her wit is as sharp as Ahsoka’s if not more because of her age. He chuckles.

“These are good questions to be asked. How observing.”

“It’s not that difficult to perceive, but to be perceived”, you tell him as you straighten yourself, keeping your saber once the training ends.

“What’s to be perceived? To be seen? Why does it matter to have your name written down in dusty old pages?”, Anakin teases you, for he wishes to hear more of you.

You turn at him. Your eyes meet in one significant gaze, and even though you are aware he’s trying to read your intentions, you block him. Another smirk comes to your lips when seeing frustration in his tempest blue eyes.

“Call it insecurity if you like. I call it making my journey. Not for others, but for being Jedi. You say being a Jedi is for others, which I agree. But it all starts with a personal journey. If I don’t make my name, General, I cannot give it to others. I cannot create my strength, my purpose dies in ink.”

“It makes sense”, remarks Anakin, musing how much of what you say is something that he once thought too. “Just be mindful of your duties.”

“As always, Master.”

As you leave, however, his eyes are glued on you. What mystery is the aura you have, or would be the innocent beauty that has captivated him, mixed with this atypical force you bear?

***

Fighting under General Skywalker’s orders is more than one could normally take. He is demanding, he might sound cold to others, he is intense. Every inch the fruit of Kenobi, as you heard once.

But you manage to keep up. You fight as hard as him, you follow his steps in silence, somehow you want to be like him…or even overcome him. The fierceness in him defies you.

And he sees it.

“Don’t climb too fast”, he advises you once. “Otherwise the fall will be too hard.”

Your pride is knocked down, but reason admits it to be necessary. Why pressing for an inexistent rivalry?

“Learn from the best and the best you will be”, he smiles at you.

It’s a good time to learn and you do your best to follow his footsteps. Until things start to get out of control.

***

The first signs are seen when Master Windu arrogantly dismisses General Skywalker’s attempts to be acknowledged as Jedi Master, or his contributions to the Jedi Order. More than once you come to find Anakin struggling not to speak some dirty truths to the other male’s face.

And it starts not to become rare his impulsiveness. Which leads him to a state of rage that once had you internally scared.

You have just landed from a difficult mission, starting to collect your new scars, when you find him fuming.

“…that son of a whore!”

Your eyes go wide. Luckily for you, he doesn’t see you. Anakin has in mind that apparently a third person such as Senator Clovis, whose allegiance to the Republic has been very dubious, has more than good intentions to Padmé. His care for the lady in question has been misinterpreted as being excess of jealousy which led them to a fight and a subsequent break up.

He’s been so caught up with this wave of rage and frustration about how nothing he does is enough that he barely sees you—believing to be by himself, Anakin thinks to be safe to release this rage.

But when he spots a delicated figure standing before him, he has the decency to blush.

“Ah, Y/LN. It’s you.”

Why does it flinch to hear him address you as such? But you dismiss your sentiments by putting a face.

“Excuse me, General Skywalker. Rex sent me here to deliver you this hologram. He asked me to do so before I join his squad.”

Anakin raises his eyes to study you carefully. Though pleased to see you are well versed in mind studies, he wishes he could know more of you. Leaving these anxieties aside, he says:

“Join his squad? Why? You are my best…” Anakin realizes he doesn’t have exactly a good word to qualify your position. “Well, my best comrade.” He pulls a grimace at such thought.

You giggle. As you place a curl behind your ear, suddenly Anakin realizes you are…a very good looking woman.

“We ought to depart soon, Sir. Please excuse my forwardness in coming in such a bad day.”

Funny it is, Anakin thinks, how he had only eyes for Padmé. But what intrigues him is: how come so suddenly does he notice your unique beauty? Your y/c eyes display goodness, but also locked doors: which only frustrates him.

Anakin sighs, trying to focus at the present moment.

“There is nothing to be excused for. Come, let me be a better host and offer you something to drink or eat. Unless you are in a hurry?”

Suddenly shy, you say:

“No, sir. I am departing in two days, although I am considering leaving earlier with the men.”

Anakin casts you a meaningful glance, one of the kind you cannot precise it.

“Why leaving earlier? Is it something from the Council?”

You notice his subtle despise to it, but make no mention of it.

“No. Nothing about it. I just have a hutch about the Ventress, is all.”

Anakin instantly turns at you.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N? You cannot go after her! You are not even a Jedi yet!”

“Well, thank you for reminding me of it, Master”, you retort, hurt. “But I do believe I am as capable as you in going after her.”

Once sitting at the couch of his quarters and with drinks in your hands, Anakin softens.

“Apologies, Y/N. I did not mean to say these things. You are the best Padawan I’ve seen so far, but you are young, though, and the Ventress is dangerous and experienced. She proved tough even to Obi-Wan.”

You tilt your head to your right and, to Anakin’s dismay, there is a spark of amusement behind your y/c eyes.

“Young, so you claim. But we are not that different. I am merely a few years younger than you, General. Two, if I am correct.”

“Of all the things I said this is what concerns you the most?”, he exclaims, slightly annoyed.

“Yes, it it’s”, you snap back.

“Don’t you be snippy at me, Y/N.”

The only reason you don’t grow any bolder is that you see something behind those piercing blue eyes that gets you alarmed. You are not entirely imprudent, however, so you choose silence as your weapon.

“As you wish, General.”

To his perplexity, you walk away. But what’s worse is that he feels hurt at you doing so. A part of him seems to whisper: will the people that come to my life ever stay?

An unspoken thought that for some strange reason seems to reach you. You don’t look back, but you wish things were different. Yet, looking forward tomorrow, you decide to play things from another perspective.

There is little need to wait, though, for as you start to get to your ship, he is right after you.

“Y/N, wait.”

Your heart races when he addresses you. Instantly you turn to meet him, seeing something different in his eyes that shakes you internally.

“I didn’t mean to be rude at you. There’s been too much going on”, Anakin says softly.

“It’s all good”, you offer him a faint smile, bearing compassion in your features. “I know you are going through hard times, Master. You can confide in me.”

He hesitates. You wait. Anakin feels the weight of your gentle gaze on him, but he cannot hold it.

“I… I appreciate it, Y/LN”, he raises his eyes and for a moment when his blue irises linger in yours, your mental shield is threatened. “Truthfully.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Anakin studies you for a moment. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes from it. When it appears he’s going to say anything at all, the hologram calls.

It’s Obi-Wan.

“Looks like we are parting ways”, you say, not covering your disappointment.

“For now, Y/LN”, mumbles Anakin. “For now”.

And so he watches you go. Bitterly so.

***

You prepare to venture after Ventress when Anakin finds you. Today, he’s wearing much darker, somber robes, a contrast to your light vine ones. Despite the differences making your eyebrows frown, you are surprised about his presence.

“Y/LN. Rex informed me of your whereabouts. Stubborn, aren’t we?”, he disapproves your decision, arms folded as he watches you with deep concern in his eyes.

“You may call me Y/N by now, Master”, you give him a smile, much to his dismay. The kind of smile that breaks his barriers, that pulls him to the unknown. “You don’t have to worry about me. The time spent with you prepared me for this.”

“You don’t know what you are saying…” Anakin barely breathes out and you notice the pain in his eyes. “Don’t go, Y/N. I ask you this.”

There is so much to be said, all of which he reads like a torrent of unspoken words that fall over his head like a waterfall. The silence still hangs between you two, momentarily so, painfully so.

“You don’t have to prove your worth”, he whispers, thinking somehow this council to be of the kind he should follow. “Y/N…”

“I swear I’ll make you proud”, you insist, unwilling to be drowned in a puddle of anxiety. “Trust in me, will you?”

Anakin hesitates. You are much his counterpart, the mirror of his best side… somehow you perceive what’s not being said. It’s when you see through him, and this makes you hesitate.

“Anakin”, you call him. “We could go together.”

He is surprised at this sudden request. You clearly haven’t expected this either, but as you realize what you said, your smile grows bigger in your lips.

“We could, couldn’t we?”

That is when your bond deepens. But that is also your first attempt to rescue him from himself…

***

In the midst of the chase, you two end up in planet Y/C, known for the worst temperes, although it’s unlike that volcano planet you loath. There, to your consternation, the chase is delayed by a very bad sand storm.

“The best we can do is use it in our favor”, so tells you Anakin.

“And how’s that?”, you ask, not in the best of your mood.

As he flies to a safe spot, he ensures the environment hides the ship.

“She must be here somewhere. Sometimes we ought to be patient, Padawan.” Anakin side smirks at you.

“Says the one who is not really the most patient man”, you remark with a disapproving head shake.

“Never claimed to be such”, Anakin smiles wide. “We can rest for a moment. If you feel like sleeping. This ship is slightly more spacious than the one I usually pilot. Feel free to have some rest.”

“I appreciate it, but I’m too restless, I’m afraid.”

For a moment, neither you nor Anakin speak. It’s when you are moved by a curiosity that the Jedi already foresees it.

“Say it”, he grumbles under his breath. “Say what you want to say.”

“What? I didn’t say anything at all.”

He folds his arms and gives you a knowing glance. When seeing you blush, Anakin realizes he likes the view.

“I… To be frank, I am worried about you.”

“Yeah? I appreciate your concern, Y/Nickname”, Anakin is pleased when you smile almost unconsciously as he comes up with a nickname that shows how closer you two have become. “But this is war.”

“We cannot let our personal grievances lead the path to madness. It’s unwise”, you realize that your eyes cannot divert from his.

He sighs.

“It’s a weight you don’t understand. You should enjoy your life, Y/Nickname. Do your best, build your convictions and live for them.”

“I do”, you say firmly. “You are part of them. Ever since our paths crossed…”

“Don’t”, Anakin knows he’s being rude by cutting you, but it’s clear an emotional response. “I’ve been there before, it didn’t end well.”

“Allow me to give you hope”, you know you should not insist, but your tongue runs loose. Anakin avoids your gaze, but he cannot flee from you. “Don’t let what we have fade away. I am not her. But this doesn’t have to be what once was.”

He slowly turns his head at you, aware of your silent riot, sensing the pulse of your heart, the urge behind your eyes.

“This path… You don’t want to take, Y/N”, yet he is irresistibly drawn to you.

“Don’t go”, the words are whispered without the consent of your conscience.

What happens next is unpredictably out of control. His lips suddenly collide against yours, his hands cup your face, your body leans against his, your hands are all over him.

In the middle of storm, where nature cries out intensively against the presence of intruders in her domines, you and Anakin are found collapsing in each other.

“Y/Nickname… You shouldn’t make me want you”, Anakin growls under his breath.

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You smile, gently playing with his curls.

“There are many things I shouldn’t want either, but here I am with you.”

Anakin chuckles under his breath.

“You are unbelievable…”

Locking hands with him, you let yourself slide into his lap. You feel his admiring gaze linger over your feature, and you do the same, fearful somehow of losing him.

“Fear leads to anger…”, Anakin whispers when detecting your thoughts, his lips brushing against yours as his hands hold you tight. You can feel his body reacting to your slight moves over his manhood, but you don’t do nothing yet.

“We should not form any romantic attachments”, you whisper back with a naughty smile on your lips, leaning to bite down his bottom lip.

Anakin groans at your provocation, about to let that beast within take the reins of the situation… That is, until the hologram buzzes.

It’s Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Again.

***

• Hours before the tragedy.

Had you not gotten yourself wounded in the process, perhaps things would’ve been different. The possibility never ceases to torment you. There had been other factors, you were more than aware, but you still feel guilty about it.

Specially when you see him so distressed. And seemingly avoiding you.

“General, may I have a word with you?”, you finally manage to have a moment alone with him.

Anakin, lost in deep contemplations, already his aura fuming darkness, stops abruptly. Noticing you, he looks distant to you—unreachable even, much to your consternation.

When inferring the pain that never reached your tongue, Anakin softens. Nonetheless, he remains at what he judges to be a safe distance for you.

“Y/N, the Chancellor waits for me.”

“It won’t take a minute”, you insist.

Already seeing behind your eyes the urge in your heart, the Jedi is baffled by how every piece of you mirrors himself. A comfort, but also an aching for which there is no healing.

No, he cannot prove you like this.

Yet, before he knows, your tongue breaks loose.

“I love you. Don’t…go.”

When he reacts in bewilderment, your heart falls. You struggle to remain calm, but a wave is about to crush you.

Anakin wants to scream “I love you too”. He wishes to hold you in his arms, to kiss you fervently, to make love with you all night.

He wants to say “I love you too”.

He wants to make you his wife.

But… he won’t.

***

• The Order 66.

You stare through the window. From the emptiest quarters, silence embraces your pain, providing you some new odd sort of home.

Your reason so far holds the reins of the disruption that attacks your heart like a fever, the symptom of a diseases against which your body struggles.

Night rises and so comes the darkness. Memories are the worst type of phantom one must deal with. How can you exorcise it? How, when he walked away, leaving you bleeding, abandoned to hopelessness?

It’s been days since he parted, taking some piece of you. Numbed by it, you occupied yourself enough to avoid such thoughts.

You decide to leave your quarters. The corridors scream silently at you.

“I have a bad feeling about this”, you whisper.

Accused by inner demons for feeding illusions to your hungry heart, you shake them off as you grip tight your saber and step through the poorly illuminated room.

You hear the sound of blasters. You prepare to join a fight that transmits the sound of defeat.

“Why’d you have to twist the knife? Well, now I am prepared to hold it against me”, you think bitterly aloud.

It’s when a tear rolls down. Not much later, General Skywalker meets you. However, he is not the same Jedi you once knew…

***

• The Rise of the Dark Side •

“You are in suffering”, Lord Vader muses.

There is so much to be said, but none leaves your mind.

“Put an end to it”, it’s all you can say. “Do it and we’ll both be at peace with it.”

“Never took you for drama”, he retorts, but you swear there is some amusement behind his yellow eyes.

“Judge what you must.” And then of course, it comes the inevitable burst. “Why did you make me want to you? Why did you have to leave me behind like that?”

Looking disconcerted at you, it’s the first time you make him speechless.

“Y/N”, he slowly steps forward.

“I was yours!”, you don’t realize the burst takes all of you. “But you were never mine! Never…”

“Repressing your sentiments like that only leads to the inevitable path you are now”, Vader moves subtly to where you are. “Come with me, Y/N. Together, we can rule the galaxy together.”

“I’ve never cared about power”, you snort in between sobs.

He is silent, but his moves speak louder than any words. This Sith Lord holds you against him, though from behind he rests his hands around your waist.

Breathing your perfume, he knows there is no need to fight anymore. Your pain is now his.

“Don’t go”, Vader begs softly. “Say you are coming, Y/N.”

You slowly turn at him. His darkness tempts you, you are so tired of hurting… he cups your face with both his hands, resting his forehead against yours.

“I was always yours”, so he says. “I am not going anywhere. Not anymore.”

“You better don’t.”

This Sith Lord smiles. Your loyalty to him, whoever he is now, remains unchanged.

“I love you”.

Saying so, he doesn’t wait for your response. And just like that, in that forgotten quarters, Vader wants to compensate for the time wasted.

He pursuits your lips, now holding you as if he fears you’d change your mind, prompted to resist him—like others did. But you are too tired to fight anyway, and your heart has always been his.

You kiss him back, diving in deep waters. Your tongue dances perfectly with his, and there is strangely a balance with you two. As his arms involve you in a tender embrace, your hands climb from his chest to his face, moving to his hair, where your fingers are wrapped around his curls.

“I want you so bad”, Vader groans under his breath, his own hands famine for your body; quickly finding ways to unlace your robes. “How could you possible nurture the idea I was hers? Fuck her. I’m yours.”

You throw your head to the side, under his control completely.

“You never assured me otherwise”, you respond him in between soft whimpers as his tongue is now dancing circles in your neck. “Holy Maker!”

“Yes? Give in to me, my darling”, Vader moans softly, leading the way to bed and there lying you down.

On your elbows, you are urged to help toss him away his clothes. World outside might be plunged in darkness, but yours is burning wild on fire.

“I might do that”, you don’t protest, eyes devouring his well built muscles as your hands move from his curls to his neck, caressing his warm skin.

You would gladly go down below, but he prevents you doing so:

“Let me see if you will”, he whispers against your ear.

That way, his lips start tracing lines of kisses around your skin, slowly and teasingly. Vader smirks when hearing you soft whimpers. Very gently, indeed, he parts your legs, making sure he’s domineering you in every possible way.

Looking down at you, he sees lust gleaming behind your y/c eyes as he teases his manhood now exposed, touching lightly as it rises erect—and a smirk is fully displayed on his lips at seeing your body reacting: your nipples going hard, you trying to hold back your squirm…

“Do you like what you see, Y/N?”

“Yes, Master”, you moan. “Must you torture me thus?”

Lord Vader chuckles, pleased at your words. He leans softly against you, teasing the entrance of your feminine part with the tip of his manhood all the whilst his hands begin to play with your nipples.

He enjoys, more than he cares to admit, the lullaby he makes you sing. Vader watches as every unspoken word creates unspeakable images that he captures thanks to the use of Force. And he is sure ready to make them real.

Not long after that, as his lips reach each nipple of yours, taking quite a while at your chest, Lord Vader’s hand skillfully finds the way to you. Just like what you want him to.

By complying to your secretive desires, you are brought to such an exquisite sensation of bliss. Lord Vader makes sure to watch as you come undone—and there is no need to use the Force to ensure it happens.

Your screams are barely louder when they are shut by your lover’s lips. As he slaps your bum after you come undone—respectfully so—, Vader crawls over you and…

There.

You finally…

Have him.

“Oh Lord”, you whimper.

“Is this what you want me to do with you, my lady Sith?”, Vader growls at your hear, pleased to see how aroused you are.

“Y-Yes”, part of you doesn’t acknowledge the meaning behind his words, but the other part—perhaps a whole part, in truth—shines like a midnight sun in its glory. “Fuck, yes!”

Locking bodies with you, one moves with the other in perfect synchrony until both parts come undone.

“I love you”, and this you know is the true essence of the man you’ve come to known.

Enjoying his firm, possessive embrace, you look up at him and smile.

“I love you too.”

When seeing an unposed question behind his yellow eyes, you cup his face, peppering it with gentle kisses and saying:

“Whatever your soul is made of, mine is the same. We are not agony, perhaps not even hope, but something greater.” You lean on your elbow, eyeing him worth the purest devotion he’d ever seen. “I love you.”

Seeing you fall asleep on his chest, whilst messing with your hair, Lord Vader silently contemplates the weight of your words. He doesn’t need any Jedi, nor Sith, but you and you alone.

Having tasted the power provided by the dark side, how strange it is to be tempted by the light when he’s with you.

So the Sith Lord joins you in his sleep, peaceful for the first time in years.

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❝ wishful thinking. ❞

── darth vader x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 6k SUMMARY: your greed for your lord, darth vader, entices him to once again, destroy you from the inside. NOTES: crispy vader hehe, also he has a dick that works cos thats my personal headcanon. obi wan didnt cut off all this guys limbs you know what im sayin ladies,gents,&genderless-persons (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) WARNINGS: f!reader | lowkey unedited kinda not sorry | explicit sex | porn with almost no plot | reader being a horny bastard and a brat | mask/suit kink | slight exhibitionism | dom!vader loves brat taming | unprotected sex | oral (m receiving) | fingering | no specific ask for consent it's implied | vader being mean and painful on purpose bcos the reader is a masochist.

Focus? Focus was unattainable. You swallowed thickly, the words of the conversation bleeding into the background noise because your mind traveled elsewhere. Daring a glance up at the dominating presence— DARTH VADER pivoted his head in your direction curiously. Your bashfulness refused to meet his gaze. Eyes straight out ahead of you and you heard him continue relaying instructions to the Stormtrooper.

Your lips pressed together, biting them when a familiar throb shot up your core. Lord Vader had some idea how you were feeling, but he ignored it. The brute couldn’t be bothered by the way your thoughts drifted, recalling the events that had transpired just moments before you two exited his chambers, moments before this guard approached him. Standing at Darth Vader’s side made you feel small, insignificant, unnoticeable. Though, there are those who would say differently. To think, this Stormtrooper had no idea what exactly your lord just did to you. It thrilled you to no end; it caught your breath in your throat; and it sent yet another chill down your spine. You must be so obvious. Not just to Lord Vader and his uncanny ability to read you like a book, but to everyone in the vicinity as well. Your cheeks were red hot. Your hair must be a mess. It was his fault for tangling his fingers in it. The sounds the two of you made surfaced in your head, what he said to you, the feeling of suddenly being filled after so much ache. All of this was too much to bear, and it had to go somewhere.

Again, you glanced at the sith, but this time he did not return your gaze. It granted you the freedom to linger, trailing your view down his blank mask, mouthpiece you’ve kissed. The column of his neck, down his broad chest and indicators, his seas of black robes, heavy boots that thundered when he prowled through the halls. Traveling back up his dark figure, it reminded you just how large he was. Any room he was in, he commanded. The grand center of attention. Terrifyingly beautiful, in the same ways a beast was in the moonlight when you were safely hidden from its deadly sights. Your eyes followed his finger as it pointed accusingly toward the Trooper. He was taken aback from the motion, as if it was penalizing to be at the end of it. Vader loomed, words from his mask blended into rumbles when it fell on your ears. It made you blink your wide curious eyes at him, finding yourself wishing to be the one scolded. He had to know what you were thinking about. How was he not as distracted as you? Much to your dismay, it only added to your pleasure. That you were so afflicted, yet the very member who brought you to your intense finish was unaffected, as if it was merely another afternoon. That talented finger which led you to give yourself to him before this Stormtrooper ever took his attention away from you. Your trained gaze followed his finger, and then to that hand which came up to the small of your back, giving you a gentle push to lead you away once the Trooper had exited. In your dream-like state, direction was appreciated, and you obeyed blindly. Greedy as you were for another rendezvous in his bed chambers, you knew even if you didn’t receive it, you’d do anything he asked of you right now. A willing servant to his every whim. Some might call you imbecilic to ever bow down to the Enforcer, but how could you refuse when he was just so… enforcing? You couldn’t tear your gaze from the side of his black helmet as he led you, this time he took verbal notice. “My sweet, you must be aware I can sense your desire?” he questioned, his voice low as to not attract unwanted spies. He strode, his cape billowing behind him. Disappointment bloomed in your chest when his hand dropped to his side, no longer in contact with you.

“You hid it remarkably well.” you replied, unimpressed.

“I thought it pleased you when we played pretend.” That dry humor made you bow your head to veil your guilty smile. Your silence was an answer, and he continued. “Were you clouding my senses with lust in hopes to satisfy yourself again? You’ve had enough.” His words were so derisive, you crossed your arms, hanging your head away from him childishly.

“I can’t control my thoughts.” You disagreed with him. Miraculously, you were sure you could take more. It wasn’t fair for him to decide for you what was enough. When you had left his chambers with him earlier, you were undoubtedly satisfied. It was the fact you were so easy to rile up when you analyzed the secrecy. Concealing your relationship with the most powerful sith in the galaxy, only served to consume your heart and your core with fiery desire. To look at someone and know that mere seconds before, your lord had brought you to tears while buried deep inside of you.

“How defiant you are today, little one. Should I warn you again what craving punishment will get you?” Once more your traitorous longing wrapped it’s tendrils around your mind, plaguing you by sharing your private feelings with the man next to you.

“Oh, curse you.” you relented, tossing the statement at him convictionless. You imagined him smiling underneath his mask in victory, which only served to exacerbate your temperament.

To be reminded constantly how much Darth Vader truly affected you was exhausting, considering how often you were called to his side. It was rare you went anywhere without him. Speculative talk from the staff of this particular starship traveled fast, and you’ve heard the whispers through the grapevine. A popular theory was that you were a recorder, and documented the daily dealings of Lord Vader meant to report back to the Emperor. Not only were you to detail the Enforcer, but the crew members as well. Those who believed this rumor were on their best behavior when you roamed the halls unattended. Your lesser favored theory was that you were his concubine. This one was mostly a joke, since no one has seen Vader without his suit, they doubted there was anything worth showing underneath. Oh, how wrong they were.. It was meant to be a demeaning jest, one you detested deeply. Not because you didn’t respect concubines, but because the purpose of the rumor was to jab at you. As if you had no real worth on board or to Lord Vader as a seemingly jobless woman. Harsh criticism coming from those who were green with jealousy. You delighted in the idea they spread your promiscuous nickname because they hated the special treatment you received from their cold leader.

However, comparing you to a concubine wasn’t so far off, much to your chagrin. Those using it as an insult were so short-sighted, if they’d used a little more brain power to ponder it, perhaps they’d finally figure it out. By choice, you truly were Vader’s lover.

“You have a lot on your mind today.” The sith’s voice cut you from your mind’s tight tethers, his fingers gliding against a holo-pad where his gaze remained. He had read into your suspicious lack of conversation.

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, turning so you could lean your back against the stand he was facing. You pivoted your head to look at him as you spoke, crossing your arms and legs. “I’m surprised you’re so chatty after the unspeakable things we did earlier.” You exaggerated the word, the corner of your lips curling. The way they looped in your head periodically, your core reminiscing the feeling of him inside of you by giving you a taste every time you imagined what he felt like. That ache shooting through you like lightning.

On his way to the control system on your other side, he stopped in front of you. His blank gaze from his lifeless mask bore into you. Unable to look away, you obediently met that gaze, eyebrows briefly upturning in a pleading countenance he appreciated. Grazing his gloved palm against your cheek, his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. A tender action that caused you to chew your bottom lip. It was quiet besides your breaths. When his hand continued its path, tangling in the hair at the back of your head, tugging it down. Tingles traveled down your spine, mouth falling open to emit a sinful sigh. “Would you like to relive it?” His voice quivered. You recognized that he was recalling his and your actions in his private chambers as well.

You reached out for him, clutching onto the hems of his cape, leaning him into you, looming over you like a dark tower. Something came over you when he was near. Intoxicating you with his overpowering presence. It embarrassed you how quick you were to submit when he was the one demanding it from you. The Sith Lord was displeased with how long you took to answer him, and his grip tightened, stinging your scalp. You whimpered this time. “Already?” you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips from toying with him, “You’re so greedy, my love,” He angled your head with a growl.

“You say that when I can smell your desperation come off you in waves.” Your brows knit together, knees weakening, hands gripping his robe until you felt your own nails dig into your palms.

“My lord,” you scolded playfully. “Stop teasing me.”

Your prayer for more was heard, and your lord’s other hand wrapped around your throat, leaning you down until your back pressed against the slanted control panel. Raising your knee up his side, you tucked him in between your legs. Your hair was released, his hand splaying behind him to force the doors of this room to lock. “If your desire is to be broken, pet, so be it.” His sharp words cut through you, enticing you further to melt under his intensity. His cape cascaded over the two of you, as if to veil you from the outside world. Your touch trailed up, sliding against what you knew to be his skin underneath his armor. His firm biceps flexed under your palms as he settled you against the surface, fixing you there with his thigh in between your legs, fit snug against your wet heat. You gasped, instinctively resting your hands on the top of his thigh for balance, feeling his warm flesh through his clothes, readying to ride it. The motion had pressed your tits together between your arms, and your lord took generous notice of how they practically spilled out of your shirt. Vader’s hand unlatched from your throat, fingertips tracing your defined collarbones before his palm engulfed your breast, kneading it roughly.

“Gentle.” you commanded, involuntarily. It surprised you and you met his gaze for his reaction, as if you were able to read his thoughts through a mask. Cruelly, he pinched your hardened nipple, his other arm slipping around your waist to arch you into him. You winced.

“You belong to me, and I’ll do what I want with you.” Your hands crept up, brushing his indicators as you settled on his broad chest. Hovering over you, it was like he swallowed you up, “For that is what you wanted.” consuming your every thought and desire. That included, sensing your defiance when told who owned you. Your distaste for it was comparable to being accused of being his concubine by his subordinates. “Ah,” he mused as he discovered your inkling of disobedience. Your hands on his chest nudged him, shying away from him as his hand squeezed your breast so the flesh popped out in between his fingers. “you disagree.” he observed aloud.

“No, my lord,” You told him what he wanted to hear, so he’d touch you. Defile you. That’s what you needed.

“Don’t lie to me, pet,” he spat the nickname, and you wiggled your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing core. “You forget you cannot hide anything from me.”

Finally, you conceded, meeting his visor, “I belong to no one. Not even to you,” He felt your truth, and it ignited a competitive trait within him. It fueled you, smirking at him watching him slow his movements. “You seem displeased to hear that, handsome.” you called him that not out of endearment, but because you believed it would worsen his mood. Your lord had no patience for disrespect.

“Let’s see if you feel that way after I’m finished.” His purr thrilled you to no end, shooting straight down to your pussy. More steadily, you rolled against his thigh. As it built within you, you felt the air thicken. Whether from your hot breath, or the force gathering around the two of you. His arm around your waist, pulled you to your feet, sliding your damp sex down onto his thigh in the process. The wheal where his flesh and his metal leg connected, swiped against you, and you practically ruffled like a bird. “Prove your loyalty.” Confused as to what he demanded from you, you looked at him expectantly. However, it soon clicked when he pushed you to your knees, the cold tile meeting them firmly. “Put that gifted tongue to use, little one. Don’t make me wait.” Like you were trained, your mouth watered at the order, eager hands sliding up the meat of his thighs, tracing his codpiece, finding the release trigger like you’ve done so many times before. With a hiss of air, it detached, and clattered onto your lap, slipping off when you raised to your knees. It was only a few slips of fabric that separated you from what you craved the most, and when he was freed he stood at attention. He refused to speak of his past, how he ended up in his suit and his situation. What you knew is that he lost his limbs, replaced by machinery. What wasn’t replaced with mech, was man. His cock was, in a word, captivating. Causing that sensation of anticipation to rise in your belly. It was long, and thick, and has bullied its way into you more than you could count. It’s lost its function, of course, but that only made it easier to cum deep inside you over and over again without worry. You moistened your lips, readying to take him, and when he was done waiting, his hand came to the back of your head, directing your mouth exactly where he wanted it. His swollen head barely fit inside without grazing your canines. As soon as it had found its home, deep inside your mouth, poking at the back of your throat, you moaned. When he rocked, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It gave you great pleasure to service him. The idea of making him feel so good he can’t speak, to hold power over him with the superior talent of your tongue, had you buzzing with excitement. To steady yourself, your palms came to rest on his thighs, while his hand tangled in your hair. The sting on your scalp was delicious, and the act made you moan again, vibrating his cock within you. You heard his exhale. It curled the corner of your lips in satisfaction. You bobbed your head, his hand following your movement, allowing you to set the pace. His precum and your spit lubricated his venture, sinking into your mouth deeper and deeper. At this angle, he was much too big to fit his entire shaft. To think the complete length would slot into you like a key to a lock later made your sex loosen for him already. You wet from the start, but going down on him soaked you more. His hips bucked, and you made a noise in acknowledgement, he pressed on. His hold on your hair now keeping you in place as he fucked your mouth like a pussy. Your conjoined sounds grew in volume, noticing him harden from your helpless whimpers, the slobber glistening on his cock, and you glancing up at him with wide pleading eyes. Through his voice modulator, his breath quickened, and it spurred you on. Relaxing, you let him do exactly as he pleased, ignoring the ache in your jaw. “Sweet… sweet girl.” he breathed out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while he thrust into you. Your tongue slid around his shaft and slit, just like you knew he loved. “I’m surprised at you, darling, I expected you’d put up more of a fight,” That humor earned him a light punch on his thigh. He chuckled, breathless from your perfect lips wrapped around his cock like you were made for it. “Instead you submit so readily to me.” You hollowed out your cheeks to emphasize his words, and he groaned. His voice was addicting to you, keen on hearing it any chance you could. Especially when he made filthy noises. “Such- a good girl.” he punctuated the praise with sharp thrusts into your mouth, pulling your head forward to meet his hips. As he picked up speed, his other hand came to cup the side of your face, aiding in bobbing your head. Everything was running straight through you to your core, heat pooling, but you refused to touch yourself. You were going to let him take care of you for your hard work. His tip kissed the back of your throat over and over again, forcing you to hold your breath every time it did. You squeezed your eyes shut, recognizing his signs of nearing release. His pants were ragged, hips stuttering, hunching over you as you moved your head less and less, merely pushing you further down his cock and holding you there. Minimal movement to the point where the bulb of your nose was warmed by his stomach. You had to hold your breath longer now, waiting until the last second to nudge his legs to alert him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He took the hint, yanking you off his length by your hair, and you gasped. A string of saliva connected you to his tip. It caused you to lean in and place a languid open mouthed kiss on his head, lapping at your combined fluids while you met his gaze. The both of you breathing hard, he growled, tugging your head back to remove you from him fully, displeased at you teasing him. “Get cold feet?” you asked, puffing, a lazy grin on your features. You were disappointed he didn’t let you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Hardly.” he responded, unamused. Your tongue ran across your lips, cleaning remnants of him off, and swallowing thickly.

“Do I get a reward?”

He didn’t say anything, instead grabbing hold of your wrists to lift you up off the ground with ease. To him, you were light as a feather, no matter what weighed you down. Brought back to that slanted panel, he directed your body for you, bending you over it. Your hard nipples pressed against the cold metal, causing you to hiss. Pinning you there with his hand on your shoulder, his other came to swipe in between your legs. You were so sensitive you shied away at first, exhaling in relief when he returning his contact, his fingertips rubbing circles into your clit through your clothes while his palm cupped your sex. Vader felt you through him, could feel your pleasure as you received it, and his motions intensified. Massaging you, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole through your clothes. You gasped, reaching back to halt him. As soon as he saw your chest lift from the panel, his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, forcing you down until your cheek kissed the metal. He left your aching pussy, arm rounding you in order to undo your sash at the front. Impatient, he ripped down your pants, and only when properly exposed he returned to relieve you. “I can sense your anticipation, little one,” In other circumstances, he might dangle it over you, make you beg for it, cry for it. However, he was eager to experience the way your tight hole squeezed around him. “Let me prepare you.” The sting of his gloves against such a soft part of you, made you clench your jaw. You enjoyed the pain, your slick aiding his movements. Cruelly, he didn’t wait for you to adjust, instead diving inside for that sweet spot inside you, the one that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth falling open, whining… One curl of one finger created such harmony inside your body, and when he added another finger you moaned. It was an unforgiving pace. Fucking you with two of his fingers until he could fit three, petting your insides while it leaked down his hand. You wiggled your hips, begging for release already, but he was merciless. His grip on the back of your neck squeezed.

“Vader… Vader,” you said, like you were trying to get his attention. Get him to answer you. You canted his name, moans interrupting your sentences, fluttering on his fingers from the pain mixed with pleasure. Your noises were heightening in pitch, signaling to him you were headed straight for your orgasm.

“Before I bless you, wretch, I shall remind you.” You recognized the heat in his words, having been heavily affected by your emotions you knew he could experience alongside you. His use of the Force had to be blasphemous, utilizing it to peer into your innermost thoughts. Your private sensations of pleasure. Your orgasm. “I own you.” There was no strength in you to argue, drool spilling from your parted lips against the panel. He did not sense your denial, and he scoffed. He pushed further into you, practically lifting you onto the tips of your toes with just his fingers fucking you. The pressure and manic pace made you scream, clutching onto the edges of the panel until your knuckles turned white. “So easy to manipulate. To control.” He remembered what you had called yourself one of the times the two of you connected in the past. He decided to mention it now, “A little fuck toy.” he rumbled. You cried out from the jolt of shock it brought you. If there was one thing about your lord, he loved a good ego high. Degrading you, winning you over, meeting your challenge and excelling. There was nothing more compelling than to know you were under his thumb. As he allowed you to near your release, he followed. Hovering over you until you felt his breath on your neck. He longed to kiss you there, to sink his teeth into you.

“Vader!” you shouted, frustration bubbling up inside of you. You deserved to finish.

He laughed at you.

Finally, wrapping his other arm around you, pressing your backside to his erect cock as his hand found your clit, circling it as he maintained his wicked pace. He moaned into your ear from the contact. Then, he relented, “Come for me.”

That did it. His command took over you and that coil in your belly imploded. Screaming, held in place from his hard chest against your back, you squirmed as your orgasm shot through you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, letting it run through you in waves crashing against a cliff side. This wasn’t occurring to just you, but to the both of you. He fed off your orgasm, experiencing it himself through his power. Tapping into it and consuming it as he laid over you. You could hear his stifled noises, and the crown of his cold helmet rested on your shoulder, contrasting your sweating skin. His motions slowed, working you through your finish. When he felt you fall limp, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you. Moving it out of his way, his cape flourished, his hands fixing onto you.

“Wait, wait,” you began, languid words and body movements, as the beast of a man picked you up to set you and direct your limbs on the control panel. In his suit, Vader was tall. Taller than anyone you had encountered before. As much of a fan as you were, it did harbor some complications. Like if you were bent over in front of him, there’s not a comfortable way for his cock to enter you unless you’re elevated. So here he was, elevating you. The panel was slanted, hence your trepidation, however the sith seemed unbothered. Instead of delaying any longer, his hands on the backs of your thighs prevented you from slipping off. Numerous times his casual strength awed you sexually.

“I’ll not wait.” he said, “Not for a concubine.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief and offense, looking at him over your shoulder from his joke. So he had witnessed what his staff calls you. Under what circumstance, you had no idea, but he knew. And he played into it. His tip prodded at your entrance, and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

“That’s not true, I am not, and you know it.” you insisted, matter of factly, glaring at him for his dry humor striking you at a time like this.

He leaned in, his tip dipping inside of you when he gripped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you to him. “Don’t make me laugh, princess,” he growled. That nickname was only ever used when he thought you were being fussy. His bulbous head was enough to strain the rim of your hole, biting your lip when it stung. Your eyebrows knit together pleadingly as he stretched you open. His shaft was substantial. With all the preparation in the galaxy, you didn’t think it would ever not hurt going in. However, the sensation of being filled, completely, to the brim, after you’ve felt so empty, was an opportunity you’d never pass up. Even speeding up the process by pushing yourself back against him. His claws dug into your skin, his metal hand the most noticeable. His villainous nature flared up inside of him at your impatience, the wish to make you regret your choice overtook him, and he sunk into the hilt suddenly. “Is that what you wanted, pet?” he crooned, refusing to let you adjust as he catered to the pace he desired. His spite merely spurred you on, loosening for him to accommodate his size and rocking back. It pleased him greatly. That you responded so well when he degraded you. “Only a concubine would give herself to me so easily. I seek to split you in half and you offer yourself to me.” You keened from his harsh words.

“It’s only because…” you struggled to find the words, his brutish thrusts overwhelming your thoughts. “… only because… it’s hard to say no to you.” you whimpered.

“I admit I like it when you’re feisty.” You smiled lazily, exhaling a single laugh. “It makes it all the more sweeter when I put you back in your place.”

“Like right now?” you question, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“Is this not where you’re meant to be? Is this not exactly where you beg to be?”

Your mind drifted to before, when you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done to you, how alluring he was, how you wanted him to do it again. You had begged to be here. To be before him again.

Having been bested, you immaturely insulted him, “Tyrant,” and you heard him chuckle darkly. “Treacherous… tyrant.” You moaned when he snapped his hips up into you, changing the angle in order to ruin your resolve.

“And you desire me for it.”

You cried out, knowing he was right, your tyrant ruthlessly pounding into you as if he was intent on breaking you. With each thrust, your voice punctuated it. Once again, you gripped the edges of the control panel, stamping your cheek against the metal for relief from your rising temperature. Your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure, letting it roll through you with each drag of his member against your walls. His hands slid from your thighs to your ass, squeezing the flesh until it acted as a handle to bob you up and down on his cock. Your chest fell against the buttons, and when you rocked, you pressed into them over and over again, indenting them into your skin. You let him fuck you senseless, unable to comprehend anything over than him. How was he not exhausted yet? His breathing was ragged, his pace was breakneck. In your discourse, you noticed something odd. The lighting behind your eyelids changed in beat with your conjoined thrusts. You peeled them open, watching some of the lights in the room turning on and off. It was comical, if not for the fact your lover was fucking you into the surface without mercy. Your hand came to splay behind you, attempting to grab his attention, “V, V, what’s g—“ You stopped, the sharp feeling of the buttons digging into your skin led you to your realization. The lights were because of you. Vader was devoid of concern, denying your request to falter. You let him continue, relaxing back into his pace since you had made your discovery.

He rolled into you so fluidly, you forgot he was part robot. Opening your mouth to praise him, to ask him for more, hoping he’d be gracious enough to grant it, when—

“Hello?” Your eyes widened, alerted by the sound of someone else’s voice behind the door Vader had locked. “Hello, is anybody in there?” You shook your head, refusing to believe this was happening. This wasn’t what you wanted— to be found out. Your worried gaze met Vader’s mask, who was cooly fucking into you as if no one had said anything at all. In fact, he moaned. Was he enjoying this? Suddenly you were very aware of how loud it was in here, the lewd noises spilling from your lips, the wet sound of your conjoined bodies. the slap when his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“Vader, Vader,” you whispered, but that only made him go impossibly faster, railing you so you couldn’t fathom words, the lights switching on and off quicker.

“Whoever you are, you should know whatever you’re doing is disturbing the lighting system in the entire sector!”

You gasped. So that’s what they were here for. You gripped the panel, attempting to lift yourself from the buttons so they’d leave you alone. Vader overpowered you. You had a sneaking suspicion he was keeping you from fixing this on purpose. Perhaps it thrilled him. The stranger knocked hard on the door.

“Stop that at once! Or you will be dealt with once this door is opened!”

You highly doubted that. It almost made you chuckle.

“It is against regulation to lock this door in a non-emergency situation!”

The sith lord used one hand to hold you up, his other coming around to play with your clit. The stimulation made you keen, and promptly you covered your mouth with your hand to remind yourself to stay quiet. It was short-lived, because your displeased lover loomed over you to clamp your wrist, twisting your arm behind you, pinned underneath his palm as he continued to hold you up onto the panel. Your theory was confirmed, Vader didn’t care whether he was heard, discovered, seen, he craved the risk, teetering on the edge.

You were nearing your edge. In turn, so was your lover. His hips were stuttering, and all this excitement was getting to him. He rubbed your clit expertly as he moved less and less within you. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. The air thickened around you for a second time, Vader’s instinctual use of the force pressurized the room. He was taking in everything, your pleasure and his own, and he gifted that power to you through his touch, his soul reaching out to yours. You felt it, you felt his gift. Ever since you two had first united as one, this was the experience you shared. Your conjoined pleasure, instead of your individual. It was spiritual, it was sensational, it was other-worldly. It caused him to bend over you, holding you onto the panel by his body laid on top of yours. The crown of his helmet found its home on your shoulder, abdomen curling as he fucked into you. He was no longer in control of his sounds, breathing out your moans together as he prolonged yours and his orgasms for as long as he could. The possibility of someone trying to listen in through the door was rare, and he had to milk it for all it was worth.

He couldn’t wait any longer, and when you called his name, he dissolved. The pressure around you two was released, and so was your orgasm. The pleasure consumed the two of you. No longer separate beings, but combined into one. You cried out, as he spilled himself inside of you, fucking his release into you until he was satisfied. You saw white, and felt him caress you, touching you as you let your orgasm flow through you. You felt your essence drip down your thigh, and the both of you waited to come down from your highs.

The person at the door had brought other crew members. They began reworking the door’s programming on the other side, you could hear them rewiring it.

Flying into action, you moved back, and Vader assisted you. Helping you slip off the panel with an arm around your waist. You pulled up your pants, he forced his codpiece to his hand, replacing it where it belonged, you adjusted your shirt and hair. You heard the door slide open. Quickly, hidden by Vader’s towering figure and his wide cape, you pressed the button for the light, turning them all on fully again. You brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I appreciate your help, my Lord, otherwise the lighting malfunction never would’ve been resolved.” you told him innocently when you turned to face him. It was an obvious lie. The crew members had to know what just transpired this time. You wrung your hands from your nerves, gaze drifting to the awestruck subordinates hanging on the frame after pulling apart the door with brute force. Vader followed your gaze with his own.

“Lord Vader,” The officer in black said in disbelief, “I apologize, sir. Had I known it was you in here… I never would’ve…” The hue of his cheeks darkening in red made you press your lips together to stifle a chuckle.

“Leave us.” Vader finally spoke. The crew members obeyed, and dispersed. He turned back to you.

It was like you could feel him smiling under his mask. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

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cat and mouse ✧ anakin skywalker

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request: Reader is a Jedi that wasn't slain and Darth Vader personally hunts her down, cause they were good friends. She immediately knows it's anakin cause that little shit has such a distinct fighting style. She immediately gives up and tells him that "Anakin, we were friends. I cannot fight you. I know why you turned, but I can still feel the light in you. You know you feel it too. But if you must kill me, take off your mask and kill me as a friend not a foe." - @captainsbestgal

pairing: anakin skywalker/darth vader x jedi!fem!reader (platonic)

summary: your best friend is dead. and soon you shall be too.

word count: 1,537

warnings?: mention of stalking, poor descriptions of fighting, major character death, not proofread

There was nowhere in the galaxy where you could hide. It didn’t matter if you changed your name, altered your appearance, avoided all Imperial detection—there was nowhere you could hide. It had been a year—a long, long year—since the clones turned their weapons on the Jedi, since the Republic fell, since the Empire rose from the ashes. You were lucky enough to escape with Master Yoda. Though, you did question that luck, too. Was it really good fortune to be on the run? To know that you will never be safe?

In the year you had been on the run, you had encountered a couple of other Jedi who escaped the chaos. While they, too, had led a life of difficulty, it was nothing compared to your experience. They were not being…hunted in quite the same way as you. Other Jedi had spoken on of a sort of…shadow that had been after them, that they’re never heard from again when they’re caught. But this felt different, whatever was after you. This felt personal.

While you have been traveling the galaxy, hiding from the Empire, hiding from whatever was after you, you had shut yourself from the Force. Whatever was after you, it was using the Force to find you. You didn’t need to put a larger spotlight on yourself through the use of what is effectively honing beacon to whomever is trying to harm you. That didn’t stop the visions, though. Nothing could stop the visions.

You had been plagued with visions of your demise—the beam of a red lightsaber striking you down, the loud, almost robotic breathing of your captor, the feeling of pressure on your throating, the life draining from you. Worse yet, the part that troubled you the most (because, you had long since come to terms that your hiding would eventually result in your death—that no longer scared you), was that the person who would take your life was someone who was once a friend. How could that be? How could someone you once trusted betray you like this? How…How could someone who once followed the Light fall to the Dark Side?

Now, you understood.

You may have cut yourself off from the Force, but nothing could deny that whoever who was hunting you, whoever wanted to kill you, was someone you were close to—closer than you should have been, if you were being honest. You couldn’t deny that, not when he finally caught you.

“There is nowhere you can run to. You cannot hide from me any longer.”

Against your better judgment, you peaked out from the ship you were hiding from. You sucked in a breath at the sound of a lightsaber being drawn, the red light illuminating the shipyard. This was it. This was the end. He was right—you no longer could hide. You would meet your end tonight, you were sure of it. But, if you were to die tonight, you were going to die on your own terms.

You unclipped your own lightsaber from your belt, igniting it for the first time in a year. The green light tugged at your heartstrings, reminding you of everything you had lost. Everything that had been taken from you.

“There is no use in fighting.”

Perhaps that was true. But you’ve fought for your survival for this long. The galaxy has taken and taken and taken from you. You were taken from your birth family to the Jedi Temple. You were taken from the Temple and forced to fight in a war. You were taken from the family you had found in your battalion and your fellow Jedi. You were taken from all that you knew, all that was familiar, all that you loved. If the galaxy was going to take your life now, if the Force truly willed it to be so, you would not let it be taken without a fight. For the first time in a year, you opened yourself back up to the Force.

The dark figure was suddenly in front of you, the red lightsaber swinging. You blocked the hit, taken aback from how quickly the fight had begun. You were rusty, you had to admit. It had been a long while since you fought with your lightsaber, since you were open to the Force. It was much like seeing an old friend again—a moment of initial awkwardness at the acknowledgement of how much you have grown without each other before falling back into the relationship you once navigated with ease.

The fight was a blur. You relied on primarily on your instincts, stayed on the defensive. The further you got into the fight, the more you knew you weren’t going to win. Whoever this was, he was a more than capable fighter. It almost felt like it was second nature to him. But, stranger, you thought, was how…familiar your opponent felt.

It reminded you when you were a Padawan, training at the Temple. Your Master had asked you to train with another Padawan, to see how far you had progressed in your training. Your opponent had a…unique way of fighting. In the years that followed, and in the friendship that blossomed between the two of you, you had become quite accustomed to that style.

And even though it had been well over a year since you had seen that style of fighting, you could recognize it anywhere. Somehow, he had survived. Somehow, he had…turned.

“…Anakin?” you asked, blocking another hit from your opponent. The two of you remained like that, lightsaber against lightsaber, staring at each other. “Is that really you?”

He swung. You were so startled by the realization, your grip on your lightsaber loosened. It clattered against the floor. You braced for the killing blow, to die without having your suspicions confirmed, but it never came. He outstretched his hand, his fingers clenching. Your body rose off the floor. You felt your throat constrict. You gasped for air, clawed against the invisible force choking you. It did you no good.

“Anakin Skywalker is dead.”

Because the Sith in front of you killed him.

You almost preferred the thought that Anakin had died in the purge. That he was still the man you remembered. That he hadn’t fallen so far, that he hadn’t become…this. You wondered if Obi-Wan knew. Did he truly think his former Padawan perished on Mustafar? Yes, yes, he had to have. When you saw him on Polis Massa, you had felt how distraught he was. Yes, he had truly thought Anakin had died.

You tried to picture the man you once knew. The man who had been helplessly in love with Padmé Amidala. The man who broke the Code because of that love. The man who bonded with his soldiers, the man who found their situations not all that different from his own. The man whose heart was broken when Ahsoka left the Order. The man who had convinced you to have fun, to not be so serious all the time. The man you would have called your best friend. The man who was practically a stranger.

But still, there was something there. Something that the Dark Side could not take away. No matter what he had done, a glimmer of the Light reminded in Anakin’s heart. Not enough to save you. But…maybe enough to save himself.

“Anakin—Ani,“ you started, “we were friends. I cannot fight you.”

His grip tightened, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. But he said nothing, gave nothing away.

“I-I know why you turned. I know the pain you must feel. You’ve lost more than anyone ever should,” you said. “But, in spite of it all, I can still feel the light in you. You know you feel it too.”

He dropped his hand. You hit the floor with a thump! You pushed yourself up, propped yourself up on your elbows. Anakin’s hand gripped the hilt of his lightsaber. There was no escaping this. You had run from your fate long enough. But, if you had to go…You wanted it to be on your own terms.

“I know why you’re doing this. I know you’re hunting the Jedi, killing them, ensuring the Order can never rise again…I know what you plan to do. But, if you must kill me, kill me as a friend. If you must kill me, take off your mask. Kill me as a friend, not a foe.”

“Your friend is dead.”

You did your best to keep your voice steady, taking a deep breath before you spoke. Even if you had come to terms with dying, it was something else entirely to know your former friend would be the one to swing the blade. You looked at the mask that hid Anakin’s face from you. You wondered if he was pained by this, or if he was cold and indifferent.

“Then let me join him.”

Anakin raised his lightsaber. He stared at you, head tilted, considering you. Then— “You are no friend of mine.”

His lightsaber fell.

And just like that, your vision was fulfilled. The game of cat and mouse was over.

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Held by the arms of a Sith || Chapter 8 (Darth Vader x female reader)

Ooooohhhh boy it hasnt been a hot minute, in this fic there is something waiting for you dear reader, however there is a bit of spice somewhere in the end so enjoy this chapter while i work on the rest

-Ori

Departure day has finally arrived with small belongings and some cloths you packed you were ready to leave, you were in your stormtrooper armor with a long braid dangling down on your back. Some officers were annoyed the way your hair wasn't tied properly but you being the careless soul for others to judge you, you didn't give a danm what he or others had to say but none the less you walked to meet up where Vader told you to meet with him and the rest.

Your steps echoed off the thin walls, your sight of where you were going wasn't the same with the rest of the troops because you thinking outside the box you decided to make the lenses better to see your surroundings, hell you find some troops and officers dumb and a bit of a perfectionist but you being somewhat of a reckless and careless soul you didn't care how things looked or how perfect it should or shouldn't be.

With having zero to no thoughts swimming in your head it was only void which made you almost bump into an officer but with your perk of dodgeing incoming things you spined to the left missing the commander completely, before arriving to the hanger of where Vader and his troops were waiting for you and some of the others before departure off of the main ship.

Some troops saw your arrival which made them start to have small whispers and conversations about you, some were talking about your perks, and some were curious of what beauty waited for them to see under that armor you wore this displeased Vader this even made him angry but tends not lash out...

not in front of you...

not now, but soon he will find himself at ease when they finally departure to meet up with the queen of a distant planet.

After everyone got onto the ship you were seated next to Vader, of course you were what blind luck do you have to sit next to him some people asked quietly but you didn't care, however you didn't really mind where you were as long as you could see the star dusts and nebulas you could really enjoy the full experience of what space has to offer, for Vader he saw how much you enjoyed star gazing so he didn't say anything to disturb you so instead he gazed here and there at the stars but mainly gazed at something else, before the ship went into a hyperjump the ride was somewhat long and boring and some were so bored that they started playing some cards with each other.

For you however, you decided to fall asleep and just enjoy the deep noise the ship made and for Vader gazing at you for a quick seconded, commander Jack noticed his attention to you which made him ask "Curious lord?" he asked with no fear which made Vader look over to him "At times, why?" he asked "Alot of troops are talking about her, especially higher classes" Vader didn't respond but nodded.

"Some say she outranks the highest officers but you not so much" Jack explained as he adjusted his helmet. "I did not know of this until now..." Vader said as he looks over to you knowing that he was at ease when he's with you, "With a being that small able to outrank others are most impressive." Jack nodded as he looks over to the guys playing cards as he went to go and join them just to leave Vader with you, even though Jack can't make out what expressions and emotions Vader makes but he knows him for a very long time and tends not anger or upset the Sith lord.

After a few hours went by you woke up stretching as you look around with groggy eyes, you took off your helmet only to find yourself alone with Vader on the ship. You and the rest have already landed on the planet, with blurry and tunneled vision you made your way to Vader only for him to see your eyes widen as you looked around, the nature and flora plants covering the earth was filled with vibrant colors that lit up, for Vader he saw your tiered yet happy expression as he looked down at you with a shrug, "Enjoying the view I see?" he said as you gazed over at him with a small smile and flushed cheeks "Of course, it's really refreshing to be on a planet once again" you said as Vader nods and started to walk down to meet the earth of the planet, you followed him for everyone was already settled in their private fancy rooms.

Vader walked with you to the queen's palace with a pastel sun set painting your frame Vader never took his eyes off of you, this made him act up at times that being his breathing was hitching from time-to-time which made you raise an eyebrow at him. But the walk together was somewhat awkward and quite it even made you flush more colors on your cheeks, soon enough the both of you arrived at the queen's palace the place was decorated in rich white marble with exotic plants and flowers filling in the rest of the colors of the large hallway where the queen was seated on her throne, Vader bowed down to her and so did you as a form of respect..

"Ahh lord Vader you have arrived with your unit I see" she said with a small grin on her face "Yes your majesty and we are in terms of agreement?" Vader asked patiently "That is a decision we will have to discuss privately but please make yourself at home, besides the journey to get here was long, wasn't it?" Vader nodded as the queen darted you with venomous green eyes "And who might this be my lord?" she asked as she leans a bit forward to get a better look at you "One of my best troops your majesty" he said annoyed, he really didn't want to deal with the queen asking questions about your whereabouts "Intresting.." she muttered as she then ordered her gaurds to escort you out and keep wach on you, "Now we can start our arrangements of recoures and goods" she said pulling Vaders strings however for you, you took a few steps down the stair way and sat one the stairs as you gaze off to the distance of the potted floral plants but something was bothering you..

Something is off with this queen..

She seems to have an interest in you and not the good kind, you shrugged it off as you pulled out a small sweet to ease yourself as you waited for Vader to finish agreements with the queen. After a few minutes you heard his mechanical breathing as you stood up to meet his gaze, "So howd it go?" you asked as you walked down with him "We are in agreements.." he said cutting you off, this made your brows frown "You dont seem to pleased with her" Vader stopped dead in his tracks as he turns over to you "Your upset, I can see it is it because of how she looks at me or-" without warning Vader took your arm gently and walked with you to his private room he was given of.

You both entered his room as he shuts the door to have more privacy and without warning Vader pulled you into his embrace "To come back to your answer, I am rather upset how she acted towards you.." he said softly his gloved hands resting on your hips and your arms resting on his chest "To me it feels like she wants her ways with me but she can try and catch me first" you said jokingly adding a small devious chuckle in the end.

Vader said nothing but he took your hand gently and creased it, if only he could feel your warm hands on his cheeks, it would make him happier but sadly, he can't. These actions made you flush a heavy red as he sat down on the left side of the bed where the balcony was as you took your place upon his lap which made you shy away from him, he however didn't like that for that he forced you to look at him with a messy face, "Don't do that..." he said in a low monotone as he then went to slide his left gloved hand down to your lower thigh and the same to the other only to wrap them around his waist for you not to attempt to run or squirm away this made you melt and even submit to his wishes, he knows what makes you listen to him...

He needed this, hell he needed this for a very long time now, just to spend time with you alone was the only thing he wanted and to be there by your side all the time. He soon folded his hands in yours enjoying the sight of you before he spoke "Your beauty is unlike any other I've met miss Y/n.." he said with a soft purr in your before he noticed how you flinched away when he exhaled on your neck which made you wish you didn't do because it gave him an idea already.

He leaned into your neck tickling you with his breath as you giggled with rosy cheeks, good god he adored how you giggled he then soon stopped only to find your small smile as he placed his head onto yours, you closing your eyes happily enjoying his movements but mostly his presence, it sometimes made you act up as you open your eyes once more only to be greeted with both of his hands placed on your rosy cheeks, he enjoyed taking in the sight of you as you smiled as you soon start to overheat with this built up tension as you both enjoyed each other's presence.

He noticed that you were boiling hot as Vader let you go for a bit to cool off for a bit before heading off for the night together, you got up to stretch your legs, you said nothing as you took off your amour only to be left with your one-piece on before, "Getting comfortable?" Vader asked "Yes I am, I am a bit tired of being stabbed in the chest by sharp edges" you said as you went to the bathroom closing the door behind you just to have a breather, for Vader he felt your released tension of built-up emotions as he waited patiently for you to finish dressing up into more comfortable cloths.

You finished up as you came out with your hair loose and a soft material that covered your upper and lower half of your body but your legs and arms were exposed to him, this threw him off guard as said nothing but enjoy seeing the sight of you as you shrug "What?" you asked as he response nervously "Nothing at all my sweet" he said as you raised an eyebrow at him "uh huh sure" you said cocky as you made your way on the other side of his bed before you lay down he layed next to you pulling you in close before falling asleep in his arms coiled around you...

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ohcaptains · 6 months

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𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

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I'd Follow You Across The Galaxy

Y/N Skywalker loved her husband. She loved him through everything. Even when he turned to the dark side, she still loved him. But she couldn't be with him. She had her babies to protect. Her husband would follow her across the galaxy.

A collection of moments from Y/N and Anakin's relationship, recounted as she travels across the galaxy.

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Travelling alone through the universe, Y/N Skywalker had a lot of time to think. She thought about her name, how, even though she was still married, she'd have to change it to her maiden name.

She thought of the friends she hadn't seen since the end of the war, the children she had sent off to keep safe, the husband who had died in front of her.

The Clone Wars were something Y/N thought about often. She and her husband had fought side by side. It was when they fell in love. Her favourite thing to think about was when they first met.

“Princess Y/N from Idobaar has been kidnapped yet again,” Obi-Wan said to his Padawan learner. “We are to find her and bring her back to Coruscant. That way the Jedi Council can keep an eye on her,” he said.

Anakin Skywalker had heard of Princess Y/N from Idobaar before. He had heard stories of her beauty, but also of her recklessness. If she was kidnapped, it wasn’t because guards weren’t doing their jobs, but because she had wandered away and gotten herself into trouble.

Obi-Wan and Anakin only took a small ship to rescue the princess. Something that would allow them to move almost undetected through the stars. They found the vessel she was being kept on and made their way onboard.

The Jedi had to remain undetected for the safety of the princess. With the help of R2, they snuck their way through the ship, easily locating the cell Princess Y/N was supposed to be kept in. The key word there being ‘supposed’. It was empty, the door already open. A destroyed droid was beside the door, its blaster missing.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” said Obi-Wan as he looked at the droid.

Blasts from further down the hall. The Jedi unsheathed their lightsabers and took off towards the sounds.

It was a blood bath. Or, it would have been if droids could bleed. Princess Y/N of Idobaar was ducking into alcoves, emerging only to shoot at droids. As Obi-Wan and Anakin rushed towards her, a droid had a lucky shot. The princess cried out as it hit her arm and ducked behind the alcove.

The two Jedi took care of the droid’s Y/N had yet to destroy. Once they were finished with, Anakin put his lightsaber away and walked towards the Princess. “Princess Y/N?” He asked, offering her his hand.

“Who in the world are you?” She asked, accepting the help and getting to her feet. Her hand held her injured arm, keeping it close to her body.

Anakin took only seconds to observe it. There was no medical droid onboard their small ship; they would need to get her to an infirmary as soon as they got back to Coruscant. “I am Anakin Skywalker—”

“A Jedi?” Asked Y/N interrupting him.

More droids were approaching, that was easy to tell from the readily approaching footsteps. The Jedi wasted no time in moving Y/N along, running her back towards their ship. There was no point them moving under the cover of stealth, not when Y/N had already caused so much commotion.

As they ran she blasted, using her uninjured arm to shoot behind her. Obi-Wan and Anakin did their bit in cutting down droids and protecting the princess. They got her back onto their ship with no more injury and flew her back to Coruscant.

Of course, they were followed. Little fighter ships followed them, but Anakin was quick to take care of it. It was his flying skills that caught Y/N’s eye first, he would always say after this.

"Anything on the scanner?" Y/N asked her ship. It really was an incredible piece of engineering, a vehicle with a personality of it's own. Ship made a noise, something only Y/N could decipher.

Nothing. No Imperial Star Destroyers behind her.

"How about we stop at the nearest planet and get some rations?"

Ship made another noise.

"If you think you can hold out that long before we have to refuel," she replied, patting her steering mechanism.

Before Y/N met her husband, she couldn't fly a ship. He was the reason she learnt.

“So, I’m to be kept on Coruscant as a prisoner?” Y/N yelled, staring at Mace Windu.

The Jedi Master sent her an unimpressed look. He had better things to do than look after a spoiled princess. “Your parents have requested that you be kept here under the watchful eye of the Jedi,” he replied, clearly fed up with her already. Y/N seemed to have that affect on people.

Anakin watched from a distance as Mace Windu got more and more annoyed with her. Never angry, though. He was a Jedi Master, after all. “We have assigned Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan to protect you,” Anakin heard him say.

“You mean the guys that saved me?!” Y/N suddenly shrieked. But then her expression changed. She thought about it for only a few seconds before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

Looking past Y/N, Mace Windu summoned Anakin forward. The Padawan walked towards Y/N and bowed. "Princess," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "It is good to see you again."

Y/N just gave the Jedi a look. She grinned, turned on her heel and walked away. Anakin followed her silently, his hands clasped behind his back. “So, Padawan learner, where is your master?” She asked him as they stepped into the elevator.

“The Jedi council has sent him on a mission,” he answered. “I will be your protector.”

Protector, Anakin liked the sound of that. He would be the one to protect Princess Y/N of Idobaar.

"I don't need a protector," she spat back as the elevator arrived at her new room. The room Y/N didn't want. "I shouldn't even be here on Coruscant!"

All Anakin could do was watch as she stormed into her room and pulled the door shut behind her.

Anakin looked around the foyer. It was where all of Y/N things had been placed, her possessions from Idobaar brought over to make her feel more at home and comfortable. One bag was open and full of dresses. Funny, Anakin couldn't imagine Y/N in a dress.

The first time he'd met Y/N, she'd been wearing a shirt and trousers, a holster strapped to her leg. Her outfit now was much the same, just without the holster.

Anakin looked to her room. Being a Jedi he could feel her in there, except he couldn't. He ran at the door, throwing it open as he went. If Anakin had lost her already, he'd never hear the end of it.

Princess Y/N of Idobaar was nowhere to be seen. Her bed had been stripped, her sheets tied to the bed post and hanging out of the open windows. Running over, Anakin's eyes followed the sheets to the roof of the slightly smaller building just below them.

Throwing his head back, Anakin let out a groan and jumped out of the window after her.

Y/N had her arms out, balancing her way across the roof. Her steps were slow, steady as she concentrated on staying up there.

There was a noise overhead, but Y/N wasn't concentrating on that. She had hours before her Jedi protector noticed she was gone.

But then he landed in front of her. Y/N stumbled back as he did so, but the Jedi was quick to grab a hold of her. "You really haven't spent a lot of time around Jedi, have you?" Asked Anakin as he kept her upright on the roof.

"So what if I haven't?" She glared up at him, but Anakin didn't release his hold. Y/N softened her expression. "Okay, fine. I don't want to be stuck here on Coruscant until my parents want me home. I just want some freedom before I'm trapped," she said.

What happened the last time she got some freedom? She got herself kidnapped.

And then, Anakin had a plan. "What if I took you flying?"

"Flying?"

Anakin nodded his head.

"What, so just outside of the planet?" It would take maybe five minutes at most.

Anakin just gave her a look.

***

Y/N loved flying. When she was younger and her parents took her on diplomatic trips, her favourite part was travelling there. Y/N sat in the cockpit, watching as Anakin flew the ship. He made it look so easy.

"I've never flown a ship before," Y/N confessed as she watched him.

A grin covered Anakin's face as he began to show off, manoeuvring around other ships. When he got to a wide open space, Anakin stopped the ship and pushed his chair back. "Want to give it a try?"

Y/N sat.

Where did she sit? Why, on Anakin's lap, of course. He helped her to fly it, taking things nice and slow. Anakin had her doing his manoeuvres from before, just at a much slower pace.

He let her drive until they were coming in for a landing. That was when Anakin had to take over once again. Once they were back on Coruscant, Y/N turned towards him. "Nice lesson, Jedi," she said with a giggle. "Maybe we can do this again while I'm stuck here."

Anakin stood from his seat. He followed behind Y/N as she left the ship. "Will you stay on Coruscant now, your highness?" He asked her as he held the door open.

"I'll think about it," she answered, stepping into the elevator.

That was a large number of years ago. So much had changed since then. When Y/N thought about things like that, about how things were all those years ago, it hurt.

It hurt being alone, drifting through the universe. It hurt not having a co pilot to keep her company. Ship was the only friend she had now that her husband was dead.

Y/N checked the coordinates. "Uh, Ship? Why are we heading to Tatooine?"

This time, when Ship made his noises, Y/N couldn't figure them out. Tatooine was fast approaching, but Ship wasn't slowing down. "Give me control!" Y/N cried, sitting back in her seat. "Ship! We're gonna crash!"

And crash they did. When Ship hit the sand, Y/N went flying forward, through the windshield and out into the desert.

Stranded.

They were stranded. Y/N laid in the sand. The Tatooine sun beat down on her, frying her. But she couldn't feel it - she was out cold.

***

Y/N woke up with a panicked start. She had been attacked, hadn't she? There was no way Ship would have just crashed other wise. She looked around at where she was, at the person in the corner of the cave. "Oh my God," she whispered, pushing herself to a sitting position.

It was somebody she had not seen for a great many years, somebody she'd grown to care for like a friend. She'd grown to miss him over the last ten years, too. "Obi-Wan?"

The last time Y/N had seen the man, he hadn't looked quite so haggard. The last time she had seen him, he had saved her and her babies from the clutches of Darth Vader

"That is a name I have not heard for many years," answered Kenobi as he stood up. "Now, what are you doing here on Tatooine, your highness?"

Y/N shook her head from side to side. "I don't know. Ship and I have been drifting for years, landing when we need to and avoiding Vader and his men at all costs. He suddenly landed me here with no word."

"Well, at any rate, I am glad to see you."

Obi-Wan gave her what rations he had and something to drink. "I'll see what I can do for Ship," he said, but Y/N knew what he was thinking. If Anakin was here, he'd be able to fix Ship in a heartbeat.

There was a question Y/N had been dying to ask Obi-Wan since the moment she woke up in his cave. One question she was was terrified of hearing the answer of.

"Obi-Wan, what happened to Luke and Leia? Have you seen them at all?"

Obi-Wan took his time answering her. Which filled her with anxiety.

"Let me show you," he finally said and Y/N let out a breath.

Kenobi took Y/N away from his cave, to a cliff. They sat themselves on the little ledge and Obi-Wan pulled out his Macrobinoculars. He looked first, making sure the little boy was still there, playing with his toys.

And then he passed the Macrobinoculars to Y/N. "Right there," he said and pointed.

When Y/N looked, she let out a gasp. There he was, the little boy she hadn't seen since the day he was born. Y/N watched him play in the Tatooine sand with his toy that looked a little bit like Ship. He was playing just outside of the moisture farm Y/N had visited only once before.

He was with good people, people that had taken care of Y/N in her hour of need.

"No, master Jedi, nobody is trying to kill me," said Y/N as she marched back to her room in Coruscant. It had been her home for a year now, with her Jedi protectors following her every move.

Y/N had spoken to her parents only a handful of times since they'd sent her to Coruscant. They were paranoid and wouldn't have her home any time soon. She missed her home, missed the palace and the friends she had there.

"Your highness, please," Obi-Wan began. "We just ask you be cautious. Our job is to protect you in any way we can; please don't make our job difficult."

Y/N let out a sigh. "Fine," she mumbled, sparing a glance at Anakin. "I'll be on my best behaviour."

The next few days passed somewhat normally for Y/N. When she left her room, Anakin was right behind her, close enough to touch. But he didn't; he kept his distance. That was the Jedi way.

But then, three days after Obi-Wan sat her down to speak with her, things started going wrong. The Jedi believed that, with Y/N safely in her room and with two guards outside of the door, they would be able to go to Jedi council meetings. Y/N, too, thought she was safe for that little while.

As Anakin returned to Y/N's room, he sensed something. Something that wasn't right. He ran into Y/N's room, lightsaber drawn. Y/N let out a gasp as Anakin cut off the hand of the person at the window. They were on the other side, hole cut in the glass for their gun.

"Holy Shit!" Y/N cried, turning to face the Jedi. "What happened?"

Anakin's breath was short as he stood with his lightsaber held above him, looking for the assailant. Before he could answer Y/N, he was jumping out of the window, chasing after the person trying to kill her. "Anakin!" Y/N cried as she leaned over the now broken window, watching as he disappeared between the speeders.

Okay, so maybe somebody was trying to kill her.

The Jedi council set Obi-Wan on the job of finding her assassin. While Obi-Wan worked, Anakin was tasked with looking after Y/N. "We should get off of Coruscant," he said as he sat on Y/N's bed.

"But where can we go?" She asked him. As much as she agreed, Y/N couldn't think of a single place safer for her. She couldn't go back to Idobaar, not when her parent's didn't think it was safe. But then she thought of somewhere. "My parent's are close to the Queen of Naboo. Maybe she'd host us," she suggested.

Anakin sat there, watching her as she packed her bags. She was beautiful, but Anakin had always known that. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her - it made his work as a Jedi very difficult.

The Padawan was hellbent on protecting her. He carried her things to their transport, said goodbye to Obi-Wan and took her to Naboo.

Senator Amidala was there to greet them when they arrived. She greeted Y/N with an embrace and gave Anakin a polite hello.

Naboo was where Y/N and Anakin camped out until Obi-Wan had caught her attempted killer. It was warm, sunny, peaceful. They sat by the lake, watching the sunset. They ate a decadent feast, but only once they'd taken the food up to the room Y/N had been placed in.

But, while they were on Naboo, Anakin was having nightmares. Y/N had never noticed before, but with only a thin wall between them, it was hard not to.

"What is it, Ani?" She asked one morning. When she woke up, she saw him outside of her room, on the veranda.

They were stood so close, but not yet close enough to touch.

"It's my mother," Anakin answered, staring at the water in front of them. "I keep dreaming of her, having nightmares."

His mother. Y/N knew the story, of how Qui-Gon Jinn had found him and his mother, slaves on Tatooine, how he had placed a bet with the man who owned him and had taken Anakin to learn the ways of the Jedi.

"What if we went to Tatooine?" Y/N suggested. "You have the power to free her, now."

Y/N said a farewell to the Queen of Naboo and they were on their way, flying to Tatooine. It was a peaceful trip, Y/N and Anakin sitting side by side, still close enough to touch but not quite. If she moved her hand even an inch, she would have been touching him. Would he be warm to the touch, his skin burning beneath her touch? Would his hands be rough and calloused from the years of Jedi training, or would his touch be soft?

When they landed on Tatooine, Y/N followed Anakin. He spoke to people in a tongue she couldn't understand, leaving Y/N to stand beside him, watching the interaction.

The thing that used to own Anakin directed them to a moisture farm. That was where the man who now owned Anakin's mother would be. And that meant that was where his mother would be.

They set off, heading out towards the moisture farm.

When they got there, they were met with the nicest people and the worst news. Shmi married the man who bought her and had been living with him and his son at the moisture farm. But then she was kidnapped by Tusken Raiders and nobody had seen her since.

"I have to free her," said Anakin as soon as they told him what had happened to his mother.

The suns were setting as Y/N looked at the Jedi she loved. No, not loved, not yet. "Ani," she whispered, reaching towards him. But, before her fingertips could meet his skin, she pulled away.

"Stay here, Y/N, please. They'll look after you here; they're good people," he said.

But Y/N wasn't quite ready to let him go yet. Not without a proper goodbye. Y/N grabbed the front of his Jedi robes and pulled him in. She pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes.

Taken by surprise, Anakin was stood there for just a moment before his body reacted. His hands settled on her waist and he closed his eyes, kissing her back. It was slow and sweet and tender. It was everything the two of them had been waiting for.

When Anakin pulled away, he reached up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. He didn't say anything as he left. Y/N watched him walk away. She waited until he was out of sight before returning to the moisture farm.

"What about Leia?" Asked Y/N as soon as she put down the Macrobinoculars. But then she shook her head. "It's better if I don't know."

It was one of Y/Ns greatest fears, Vader finding her and discovering the existence of their children.

"Why here?" Y/N asked as she passed back the Macrobinoculars back to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan looked at her. "I thought it best if he grew up with family," he answered.

She spared one last look at Luke through the Macrobinoculars, still playing with his toy ship.

While Obi-Wan helped her to get Ship repaired, she hid in the cave he called him. It was a quick ordeal, Obi-Wan using Jedi mind tricks to speed the process along. He wouldn't use them for anything else, but she was desperate to get away.

It was two weeks before Y/N was flying away on Ship once again. She patted the steering mechanism, happy to have her only friend back. "Get us out of here, Ship," she said.

Ship made a series of noises. "Thanks, pal," Y/N whispered as she looked at their surroundings, the familiarity of space.

Until she crashed on Tatooine, Y/N had managed to keep track of Vader and his fleet of ships. But now, she had no idea where they were. She couldn't tell if she was flying towards them or away from them.

Vader. She remembered the day she met him. But that wasn't a story for right now. So, she thought about Anakin, about the first time he told her he loved her.

Obi-Wan was in danger. Who better to save him than his padowan learner? But Anakin didn't think so.

He had a princess to protect, and he was going to protect her with his life. Besides, they were on Tatooine and Obi-Wan was on Geonosis.

Ever since Y/N had first come to Coruscant, Obi-Wan had been kind to her. He'd protected her with his life, and it was about time she did the same.

So, she thanked Cliegg, Owen and Beru. Whether Anakin was following her or not, she marched over to their ship. "You shouldn't have taught me how to fly," she mumbled when Anakin walked onto the ship behind her, the door shutting after him.

Anakin grabbed onto a chair as Y/N flew the ship. She wasn't very good - there was a reason her future vessel was going to be something that could practically fly itself.

He took over, taking control of the ship from her. "You're not gonna turn us around, are you?" She asked, giving him the pilots seat.

Anakin shook his head. "As long as you promise to let me take the lead, we'll go save Obi-Wan. Just, stay behind me and stay out of trouble," he said. Y/N nodded, reaching for his lightsaber. But Anakin had the force - he could sense it as she reached. "No!" He called and Y/N quickly withdrew her hand.

It wasn't long beside they arrived on Geonosis. Anakin tried to be stealthy, but that wasn't Y/N's specialty. She took down the first droid she came to, stole its blaster and went charging in, head first.

Anakin couldn't stop the small grin crossing his face as he followed her. His lightsaber was drawn as he fought of droids, Y/N continuing to push forward.

And then she found herself on the droid assembly line. Jumping over and around parts, taking out droids as they were being built. It shouldn't have been fun, but it was. And Anakin could tell. He couldn't help but being distracted as she punched a droid, knocking off the head that hadn't yet been properly attached.

But then they got themselves captured. Anakins lightsaber was knocked out of his hand and several finished droids surrounded Y/N. They were well and truly screwed, blasters pushed against their backs as they were forced to walk forward.

Their hands were chained together and they were placed on a chariot. If they weren't about to die, it would have been both magnificent and romantic. But they were, almost quite literally, being marched to their deaths.

"I love you," he said before they were paraded out in front of the crowed. "I'll do whatever I can to protect you."

Y/N tried to step closer. She looked up at him as she leaned towards him. As she did, Anakin dipped his head, pressing his lips to hers. It was slow, gentle, and so full of love. His lips slotted against hers oh so perfectly, soft and pillowy.

Intoxicating. He was intoxicating. They were about to die, and Y/N couldn't think of a better way to go.

"I'd do anything for you," whispered Anakin as they were paraded around. "I'd follow you across the galaxy," he said.

Y/N leaned up to kiss him once more. "If I'm travelling across the galaxy, you'll be right there beside me."

It was hard to keep track of where Darth Vader could have been, Y/N realised as the great, large ship appeared in front of them. It was much bigger than her own, its tractor beam easily pulling them in.

He had found her.

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2AM thoughts

Anakin fucking you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly, he's pounding you so hard, everytime he gets deeper you can feel his thighs slapping at the back of yours, which makes loud skin to skin echo bounce off the walls. And it turns you on so much, you start to push back onto his leaking cock. Anakin, now very satisfied with your reaction, presses your head into the sheets and fucks you even harder, making sure you know how much of a pathetic slut he thinks you are.

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Like a Drug

Toxic!Anakin x Reader

a/n: hihihi, this one is a pretty long one shot ahh sorry! its based on this ask from @hanasnx ! (Though I did change the promp a little) I just wanted to also update that It is officially finals week- so I'll be slower than i alr am SORRY!! but i have been working on the next xhapters of allow me and enigma when i get breaks!! I hope u enjoy! ALSO! Please don't stay w someone if they act the way anakin does in this fic- this is purely a scenario for fictional purposes, never let anyone do anything he does, to you.

Anakin has a very peculiar way of showing his love; well you call it love other people call it an unhealthy obsession... you finally realize how fucked up the situation is and leave- but the real question is how long can you stay away?

warnings: cursing, toxic bf ani, smex, cumplay, agressive behavior, mention of blood, fights, alluded sexual harassment, anakin is obsessive and posessive. (he's does some fucked up shit)

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“Get up” Anakin’s stern voice rang as he gripped your upper arm.

You jumped at the unexpected contact- why was Anakin here?

“Ani! You scared m-” you started to laugh before he tightened his grip.

“Now.” he growled.

You looked back at your friends sitting across the table from you; their eyes were wide. Before you could say anything, Anakin started to pull you up.

“Let go of her!” one of your friends demanded.

He snapped his head towards her and only loosened his grip on you to stomp to the other side of the table. His tall frame towered as he glared daggers at her.

“The fuck did you just say?” he spat.

She went pale and looked down at her lap.

“That’s what I thought. Anyone else have any smart comments?” he huffed, before promptly pulling you out of the restaurant.

Before you made it all the way out the door you mouthed an “its ok” to your friends before following your boyfriend outside.

“Anakin, what the fuck?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air.

He continued towards his sleek black camaro (he loved to drive through the city at night, music blaring and his hand on his property, your thigh).

“Don’t fucking ignore me Anakin!” you shouted, gaining the attention of an older couple who were heading inside the restaurant.

Your cheeks burned as you caught their stares, but honestly you were used to this shit, it wasn’t the first time you and Ani had made a scene in public. Anakin always did this- he would get pissy over some irrelevant thing and you would get into an argument.

He stopped and turned with such anger.

“You really wanna know? You shouldnt have to fuckin’ ask why I’m upset! If you ever thought of anyone but yourself you’d see how fucked up it is of you to get dinner with those bitches who want to break us up” he screamed; his beautiful blue eyes dark with rage.

You knew Anakin hated your friends. And you knew they hated him.

“You know they don’t like me and always try to get you to leave- Meanwhile those sluts cant keep their legs shut; they’re probably just jealous cause I’m the only guy who gets to fuck you and they have to find a new one every night!” he spat.

Most of your friends were in stable relationships, but of course Anakin didn’t bother to remember that.

“How am I selfish Anakin? I just wanted to grab dinner with the girls and you didn’t even come up. I told them not to bring you up after the last fight” you sighed, exhausted from Anakin's irrational moods.

His sculpted jaw clenched and his right eye twitched.

“It's the fact that you still even allow their company, it’s disrespectful.”

You shook your head and huffed in disbelief.

“Anakin, you are absolutely unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable… Do you even hear yourself right now?!” you screamed.

“And not that it should even fucking matter, but how did you even know I was with them?”

“I have your location- you know that” he stated as if you asked if the sky was blue.

“I know that, but how about them?”

He knew where they were because he made several alternative snapchat accounts and pretended to be someone from school who was just looking for new friends.

He spent nights pretending to be an excited freshman who was wondering where the science building was. He used remix to send your friends snaps that made it look like he was on campus or hanging out downtown with other students. And eventually he gained their trust enough for them to turn on their snap map for him so he could “make sure they were safe” if they went somewhere, since it's “dangerous for us college girls down here”.

“Intuition.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “No way, you probably chipped their phones or some psycho shit cause you’re fucking crazy Anakin!”

“Well if you just goddamn did what I told you we wouldn’t have to have these conversations or be in these situations” he replied dryly.

“How many fucking “rules” are there for me to follow?! Everytime I go out or do anything, you find something to nit pick! It's exhausting! I don’t even know why I’m still with you?!”

“Get in the car.” he demanded.

“You’re insane if you think-”

His whole demeanor shifted and he sighed, “baby, please… I’m sorry, let’s talk about this”.

“No, Anakin- i’m done with your bullshit” you said, heading back towards the building.

He felt his scarred eye twitch, but he needed to subdue his temper (just until he could take it out on your pretty pussy).

See, Anakin Skywalker was a master manipulator. He knew that no matter how much you fought or how insane he acted- you would always come back.

This was clockwork for him. You’d fight, he’d act vulnerable, you would fuck, and then you’d be good for a while. A perfect system. Never failed.

He called your name with a desperate plea- he had no problem acting needy if it got him to where he needed to be, plus this gave you the illusion of having power in this familiar situation.

You hesitantly turned around to meets his gaze; his beautiful blue eyes glassy with his brilliant manipulation.

“Baby, I’m sorry- I just worry about you..” he spoke softly as you subconsciously came closer.

Soon his strong arms were wrapped around your waist and his scent flooded your senses.

“You know I can't control my feelings sometimes- I just love you too much- I can’t lose you too…” he whispered into your hair.

You knew exactly what he was referring to with the “too”- his mother. He was very close with her, growing up she was all he had. A few years back she passed away and it took a big toll on your lover.

You never wanted to admit it, but you knew he used that to guilt trip you into staying or to get you to feel bad for him.

You hated him.

But you couldn’t stop…

You held him tighter and grabbed his shirt fabric, “I know Ani… I know”.

You were now crying too- You knew this was unhealthy- toxic even; but you just couldn’t quit him.

You felt his strong arms lift you up and he carried you towards his camaro; you knew what came next… He’d comfort you, fuck you, then you would act as if no argument ever happened.

A cycle you had gotten all too familiar with.

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“F-fuck” Anakin stuttered as he slammed his cock into you; intensive sounds of your bodies colliding, ricochet off the bedroom walls.

“You feel s-so good Baby- doin’ so good for me” he praised as he thrusted in and out of your plush walls. You were lying on your back as he held one of your legs over his shoulder so he could hit even deeper.

The glorious feeling of his calloused hands along your smooth stomach made you shiver. When you first started dating Anakin he told you that he would please you so well that no other men would be able to compare.

he was right…

No man could navigate your body the way he does, read your tells like he could, no man could make you cum as well as Anakin could.

He slowed his hips for a moment making you whine at the lack of movement from his thick cock.

“Look at me baby”.

You blinked your doe eyes open, tears falling from the corners. He observed your features before his eyes softened.

“My girl, my pretty girl… always so lovely” she smiled before tenderly kissing you.

“I love you more than anything” he whispered against your plump lips.

This.

Moments like this were why you stayed: he could be kind- he was sweet- he did care.

You were about to reciprocate his statement but were cut off by his hand tightly gripping around your throat as he continued snapping his hips into yours.

You squealed with each powerful thrust- it was ok, you’d tell him later.

His swollen member was blushing red and as hard as could be. He absolutely adored having you below him, taking his dick like a champ- he remembered how proud he was when you were finally able to take all of him.

A particularly hefty thrust sent his neurons firing and he knew he was almost at his end. He sloppily bucked his hips into your pelvis as his breathing became more erratic.

“I’m gonna cum- w-where do you want it sweet girl?” he half stuttered, half moaned.

You patted your chest and gave Anakin a knowing look.

With that he was gone, his brows knitted together in ecstasy and his hips lurched forward. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he quickly slid his dick out of you to aim for your chest.

Barely one pump in, his warm seed coated your chest. You watched as his abs and thighs contracted with each wave of pleasure. Some of his damp curls stuck to his forehead, he had a sheen of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed.

What a beautiful sight.

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Anakin’s fingers tucked some wild strands of hair behind your ear as you slept peacefully beside him.

Last night cut it a little closer than he normally would have, but it all worked out because here you were, still with him- fast asleep in his bed.

He grabbed your phone and began to go through your messages (an unhealthy habit he picked up a few months back), his fingers immediately moved to the new notifications from your friends.

He opened the pinned group chat and read the messages from last night.

Where r u? Where’d he take u?

Are you alright?

WTF was that?!

Anakin rolled his eyes; your friends were always so dramatic. But he smiled when he saw your response.

“Guys i'm good, ani took me home and we talked things out- he’s just been really stressed out lately, it's nothing to worry about!”

You were his good girl and he’d spoil you today for your loyalty.

He continued to scroll passively until he got to the newer unread messages.

y/n, can we all please talk when you get back- we’re worried about you

Yea, anakin doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions

We hate to see you in this situation

Babe, he’s toxic- u need to dump him

“...u need to dump him”

Anakin almost threw the phone across the room- no way these bitches were telling you to dump him?!

He was the only one who took care of you, he was the only one who knew what was best for you- who did these girls think they were?!

Before he could stop himself he took out his own phone and copied all of their numbers down so he could send several nasty message to the girls basically telling them to back the fuck off and being unnecessarily hateful.

After he blocked their numbers, he decided it was time for a shower, so he left you with a kiss and headed to the bathroom.

The emptiness of the bed made you wake. For a moment, you began to search for Anakin but the shower in the other room indicated where he was.

You smiled and cuddled further into his sheets. The warmth of the blankets began to pull you back into slumber but your phone interrupted the notion.

It was one of the girls you had gotten dinner with last night, what would she be calling this early for?

“Hello?”

y/n, I’m sorry but you need to come back now, I don’t think it's the best idea for you to be with anakin-

“Wait, slow down… why?”

She sent you screenshots of the messages he sent and you almost dropped your phone.

“What the fuck?! Anakin sent this?”

Yes, this morning- I really think you should get out of that relationship y/n- I’ve been telling you this! He’s trying to make you dependent on only him- it's not healthy!

You took a moment to regain your thoughts and quickly said a goodbye when you heard the water stop running.

Why would he be so cruel? You knew he had his issues but he’d never been so explicitly viscous before. Maybe your friends were right, you had been manipulated so much that you were defending his toxic behavior. This had to stop.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him for long (he would just pull you back in). So you quickly began to gather your things so that it would be easier to leave after you talked with him.

You almost had everything packed when the doorknob turned to reveal a fresh Anakin; his hair was still damp from the shower and his skin had a glistening shine from the residual steam. He had such a big smile… you hated this, but it needed to be done.

“What’s going on princess?” he frowned when he saw your bag was already packed.

“Anakin… I have to go” you said hurriedly.

He moved in front of you and held up a hand, “Woah, can we talk about what’s going on? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?” he asked (genuinely worried).

With a sigh, you looked him in the eye, “Anakin- we can’t keep doing this- we aren’t good for eachother”.

He felt his chest tighten.

“Was it your friends? Did they put those thoughts in your head?! I told you they weren’t-”

“Anakin! Please, enough! I saw what you said to them- Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not acting like the man I fell in love with… You’ve changed so much” you said with watery eyes.

For a moment he looked as if he were going to punch something but eventually he let out a breath and defeatedly stood to the side. Your words seemed to really hit him.

“Angel, I do what I do because I love you- you know that. I know I’m messed up- but I’ve been working on it, Truly” he promised.

Tears fell as you shook your head, “I know Ani, but it's not fair to me- I can’t keep doing this! We always end up fighting and you always get upset”

“I DON'T!” Anakin unintentionally shouted, making you shrink away from him.

“This is what I'm talking about Ani, I don’t wanna do this- no, i’m not doing this anymore. I’m leaving” you said, grabbing your things and heading for the door.

He called your name but you ignored him, you almost got to his front door when he grabbed your upper arm.

“Let go!” you shouted, snatching your arm from his hold.

“Please, just leave me alone” you cried as you walked out of the house and headed for the uber you sneakily called while he was still in the shower.

As the uber drove away, you saw a confused and hurt Anakin standing in his driveway.

You put your head in your hands and cried…

It needed to be done.

It had to.

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A few months later

The early autumn air nipped at your skin as you haistilly exited the rowdy club. You shivered and crossed your arms after checking the time.

10:34 pm

You had only gotten to the damn club 30 minutes ago and you already wanted to leave. You and some friends had gone out to reward yourselves for a hard week (and to hopefully get your mind off of your ex).

Some guy in the club had gotten a little too handsy fior your comfort- he attempted to put his hand up your dress and grope your breasts while you were just leaning over the bar to order another drink. You slapped him across the face and made your way outside to get some air.

You wanted to leave; as you stood by the curb you felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at your eyes.

Fuck.

The sensation of alcohol warmed your tummy and clouded your thoughts. Warm, strong hands protecting you from any other man who dared to look at you. Fierce blue eyes warding off any unwanted attention-

No.

You physically shook your head and opened your phone to distract yourself. There was no fucking way you were thinking about him right now. You scrolled to your uber app and looked up rates for a ride back to your apartment.

$40, $35, $47, $32, $43

The rates were through the roof, no way you were going to pay that just to get a few blocks home.

Almost instinctively, your hands moved so that your thumb was shivering over Anakin’s number.

What were you doing?!

You were about to swipe off when you realized: you weren’t willing to take an expensive uber, but you also didn’t want to walk that far in heels and at night. Maybe you should call him… at least you know him and he does owe you a favor anyways.

Fuck it.

You unblock and dial his number.

Ring…

Ring…….

Ring………..

Voicemail.

You groaned. You knew very well what he was doing- he was making you call several times so that you would look desperate. He loved doing that shit. You dialed again.

Ring…

Rin-

“Hey sweet thing, finally came to your senses?” he said, smugness dripping off his every word.

“Anakin- please come pick me up” you sniffed.

“And why would I do that? Why would I do you a favor after you’ve been such a bra-”

“Ani- someone tried to touch me- I wanna go home” you cried.

The other end of the phone went silent. Anakin’s eye began to twitch and his grip on the phone tightened.

“Where?” he gritted out.

“What? I’m on fourth street, over by the old mill-”

“Where did he touch you?” he interrupted.

You took a breath- maybe you shouldn’t have called Anakin, you knew he was going to cause a scene- but at the same time a dark part of you wanted him to become violent with his passion for you.

“He put his hand up my skirt and started groping my breas-”

“I’m on my way” is all he said before finally adding-

“That fucker is dead.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, Ani was coming.

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Anakin’s knuckles were a fiery red as he dealt several blows to the man who had dared to touch his girl. His vision clouded by rage and hatred; how dare someone try to touch what was his.

Sure, you were broken up (or so you thought); but anakin saw it as just a small break- You were getting back together- he knew it.

All he was waiting on was your call.

Once he was satisfied, he stood up and shook the blood off of his hand. He looked over his work; the man’s face wa bloodied and his lip was cracked (there was also possibly a tooth missing but Anakin didn’t really give a fuck).

He leaned over and spat, “Don’t ever touch someone who isn’t yours again”.

He made his way through the crowd of stunned onlookers who all began to back away from him as he headed towards the bathroom. Once he got there, everyone stepped out and allowed him to walk in with no hesitation (They didn’t want to get on his bad side in any shape or form).

He leaned on the sink and examined the cut on his cheekbone.

Whatever.

He turned on the faucet and washed the blood from his hands; no need for his beautiful girl to see the blood of a fucking perv.

He dried his hands and exited the building to collect you from outside the building.

You stood there, arms crossed, his jacket draped over your shoulders: his Angel.

“Hey, sweetheart” he called in a soft voice as he put his arm around you.

You looked at him with big eyes.

“Are you alright?” He kissed your forehead.

You nodded and hugged him closer to you.

“It's all taken care of, let's get you home”

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“I knew you’d come back” he broke the silence in the car (well, the radio was on- but you hadn’t spoken since he left the club).

“Anakin, can we please not talk about this right now? '' you said quietly.

He glanced at you and put a tender hand on your thigh.

“Angel, these past few weeks without you have been hell… I’m sorry for how I acted- I love you”.

You knew this was just another way he was trying to manipulate you- he definitely don’t attempt to better himself, but you couldn’t help but indulge him- after all… you missed him too. You placed one of your hands on top of his and met his eye.

“Ani- will you take me to your’s?” you asked shyly, as if you hadn’t spent countless nights in his bed.

He smiled and rubbed his hand along your leg, “Of course darling”.

“Maybe I can help relieve some of your stress too,” he added with a deeper tone.

You mentally sighed- of course he wanted that; but you also wouldn’t mind having him near you again, so you politely nodded with a smile.

He squeezed your thigh, “That’s my girl, I knew you couldn’t quit me that easy”

You turned your head to look out the window at the bright city once more… He was right- you just couldn’t quit him.

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Once again anakin is completely fucked up in this fic- pls dont romantiscice this behavior in real life... other than that- I hope you enjoyed the fic lmfaooo. I haven't really written ani as an actually problamatic character before, its mostly just like rude or grumpy ani lmfao. but ty for stopping by!!

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thedarlingdearestdead · 6 months

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Midnight confessions

Summary: Neither of you can sleep and you both have feelings, they are revealed!

Warnings: Full on smut, little plot. R18.

Word count: 1,690

“You should be asleep.”

You startle out of your thoughts. “So should you, General Skywalker.”

He smiled in the dim light of palace quarters which had been provided for you, as Jedi ambassadors on Bespin. “I couldn’t.”

“Me neither. Something feels unsettled here.” You were wearing just a light white shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts, hair undone in messy curls around your head. Your appearance was far from the neat Jedi presentation he was used to seeing. You were shining in the moonlight. “I feel unsettled.” You meet his eyes across the room.

“You feel it to?” He asks, curious and desperate for you to see his true meaning.

“I’ve felt it since I boarded your ship. Since seeing you after such a long period of time had past. It’s like…”

There was a long pause. “Like what?” He asks, moving across the room, closer to you.

“Like nothing I’ve felt before, like nothing I should feel.”

He nods, finally coming to a stop in front of you. “And if I told you I did know this feeling? That I felt it even then?”

You looked deep into his eyes, searching for the truth and finding the sincerity you had come to expect from Anakin Skywalker. His confession sent a shiver down your spine. It was a secret you both had kept buried for years, a feeling that had grown quietly in the shadows of your duties as Jedi.

"Anakin, you can't mean… We can’t” You choked out, his hand reaching out to your face.

“I can. We can.” His voice goes husky, desperate, his eyes searching yours in the darkness.

The room seemed to shrink around you, and the air grew heavy with unspoken desires and longing. Anakin's fingers brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, your body, and mind both, weakening.

"We've dedicated our lives to the Jedi Order," you whispered, your voice barely audible, your breath uneven. "We have responsibilities, Anakin. We can't just throw it all away."

“But can you resist this feeling? Can you suffer, and make me suffer, all for a code?”

You let your eyes flutter to the ground, losing them briefly, trying to gather your thoughts and your resolve. The Jedi Code had always been clear: emotions, especially romantic ones, were to be avoided. Yet here you were, standing in the moonlight with the man you loved, torn between duty and desire.

Anakin takes your chin in his hand and lifts your gaze to meet his. You see the fire in his eyes, the same passion that’s burning within you. “I can’t resist it anymore, (Y/N). I’ve tried for too long. I've fought it, but it's stronger than me. And now, after seeing you again, it’s stronger than anything.”

He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. You can feel his hot breath on your skin, feel the tension building between you. You know you should resist, that you should push him away and leave the room, but you can’t. You’re powerless to his touch, to the feelings that are surging within you.

Without another word, Anakin closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. His hands move to your hips, holding you close to him, as he deepens the kiss. You’re lost in him, in the passion that had lain dormant inside of you for too long.

"I know it's not easy," he said softly, “But I think we can make it work.”

He started kissing at your neck and you melted into him, the last vestiges of your resistance dissolving under his lips.

Anakin's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You felt his hands move down your back, sending shivers down your spine, and you knew there was no going back.

Nothing could stop you now. You and Anakin were in a world of your own, a world where only the two of you existed. He lifted you up in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.

Anakin carried you to the large sofa in the center of the room, and gently lay you down. He looked at you, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was burning desire. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck, your collarbone, and finally pulled down your nightshirt, reaching your breasts. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you gasped in pleasure. You allowed yourself to be swept away by the passion you both felt, in this moment, all that mattered was Anakin.

Your hands moved to his beautiful curly hair, digging into the strand at the back as he continued his attack on your chest, the moan he let out sent shivers down in between your legs.

He removes your top completely, leaving you almost completely bare to him. He grins when you try to take his too. He leans back on the couch, on his knees in between your legs to strip it off.

You gaze hungrily at his body, shaped from an adolescence of heavy training. He is slim but hard and toned with muscles and a spattering of scars. You are stunned into silence which makes him grin with a dangerous look in his eyes. He must know how much you want him, how much you’ve always wanted him.

You feel yourself growing impossibly wet and pull him to you hungrily, wiping the pride off of his face as he melts into you. He kisses you on the mouth and returns to sucking and biting at your breasts, removing your own top completely and causing you to arch your back into him. He groans at the sight.

Anakin moves lower on you, kissing a line down your stomach, pulling down your sleep shorts to reveal your core. He takes a moment to push your legs apart and stare at your entrance. You feel the heat rising in you and feel yourself growing aroused by the intensity of his gaze. You want to kick him, make him move, make him so something. You’re getting impatient as he takes his time, stoking your thighs and playing with you what you would call an impossible cruelty.

“Look at me” Anakin says and you respond to the dominant command in his voice. He gazes deep into your eyes as his fingers trail through into you, finally, eliciting a moan from you. “You’re so beautiful.” He says breathlessly, and you pull him back down to your lips. “I love you.”

Anakin moves his fingers through your wetness, exploring your folds and teasing your clit just a bit, just enough to learn you, watch you, tease you. You feel the air grow thick with tension as the feeling of his hands invades you, his moves gets faster and your breathe becomes more short. Then he swoops forward, face first and his tongue joins his fingers, you almost scream, bringing your hand to your mouth to muffle your voice.

“Don’t stop” You say, though he shows no sign of wanting to. On the contrary his moves only become more desperate, more intense as he laps you up, the fire in your stomach grows ever more, burning down all of your past defences, wondering why you ever had any in the first place. Why you and Anakin hadn’t been sneaking away to do this for years.

Then suddenly you meet your crescendo, biting hard on hand as you thrust into his face, coming all over him. His groan vibrates through you, shaking your sensitive core. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before taking one last stroke at your juices then coming up to kiss you on the mouth.

The taste of yourself on him makes you see stars, and the way he thrusts himself into you a moment later gives you a vision of the entire galaxy.

He is rough and desperate and claws at you ferociously. His mouth takes a constant place on yours, his hands tracing down your body, his fingers gripping at your own and digging you further into the cushions. All the while he thrusts at a furious pace.

“Force, this is more than I could ever have imagined.” His voice was so gruff and gravelly and his eyes were shut as he breaks from kissing you to breathe hard above you.

You take the opportunity to kiss at his neck and bring your leg up to change the angle slightly, you catch him off guard and hear his breath hitch followed by a hard groan.

You are both reaching your limit, your movements are long and drawn out and your breath comes in short gasps as each of you gets ready for that final push. Then Anakin begins to thrust faster, his rhythm turning erratic and fierce as he growls out in pleasure. You can feel the heat rise in you again as he moves in you, rubbing against the right spot, and you feel your chest tighten again on the verge of your second orgasm.

“Ani-“ You manage to mouth out.

As he slams into you again, he calls out your name and you feel the last of his control break apart, pushing you both over the edge. Anakin's face tenses as he emits three hard grunts, his last for a while, into your neck, each one of them triggering your orgasm. You clench to his body, nails digging into the skin of his back as your insides shake and your insides fill up with him.

It is minutes later that the two of you can see, and breathe normally. It takes minutes more for you to move, both exhausted from your activity, from the emotions which came with it. You had crossed a line that you could never come back from. With Anakin. And it was amazing. You find yourself grinning into his shoulder and he looks up at you with the exact same expression on his face.

This was the start of something…

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strangeshoepatrolbandit-alt · 1 month

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Saudade.

Warnings: Being a hostage, waking up after being unconscious, swimming(in a lake), mentions of asphyxiation, mentions of mechanical limbs, mentions of being a killer.

Body Description: Hair that is usually pinned and tied back(past tense).

Part three.

Series Masterlist.

~☆~

He speaks to you when you sleep. He's been doing it since he died

It's not that he visits you from the afterlife, no, he visits you in memories that feel a little too real.

This time, you're eighteen years old, a small braid still behind your ear. You're two Padawans, swimming in a Naboo lake, laughing as he holds your waist, lifting you and throwing you further into the water.

You were clad in garments that Queen Padmé Amidala had graciously given the both of you, seeing as neither of you had swimming attire appropriate for just going out and having fun.

His hair was chopped short, and he had a matching braid behind his right ear. He had not lost his arm to Count Dooku, nor did he have his iconic scar that went from his right eyebrow down to his cheekbone.

The memory isn't tainted by the other memories you'd have later in life, you're oblivious in this dream. It's just you re-living your time as a Padawan.

Your robes and lightsabers are up on the land, under a tree. Anakin swims the small distance over to where he threw you, a big grin deepening his smile lines. Your own smile mirrored his own. The two of you were happy, not having to bend to the Jedi rules while you're out swimming in some clear water. A break.

Peace.

Tranquility.

You're jolted awake by a beeping sound, so your eyes snap open. You're back in your private chambers, no longer out on the rocky terrain of Mustafar like you last remember. Did Vader take you back himself? Did he get a stormtrooper or a Droid to retrieve you?

You sit up and pat your body, seeing if anything has been done to it. Everything is normal. You're even still in the clothes you dressed yourself in.

The beeping sound coming from your door finally stopped, only for the sound of compressed air to momentarily replace it. A stormtrooper takes a step in. You think its the same one who has been delivering your food, but it's hard to tell, considering the fact that they all look the same.

"Lord Vader has requested that you change your attire and join him in the dining room." The Stormtrooper stands straight, permanently at attention.

"Tell Lord Vader that I have no interest in his... request." That was no request from him. It was a demand.

The Stormtrooper stands still, staring. For a second, you think he is going to drag you out of the room, but he just leaves. The metal door closes behind him, locking automatically, making you sigh and flop back on your bed.

You turn your head to the side, staring at the gray sheets. Your hand reaches up, and you rub the fabric between two of your fingers. Your sheets back at the Jedi Temple were almost the exact same shade of gray. The sheets you grew up sleeping with curled up in a ball on most nights after an intense training session with your old Master.

A sense of loss fills you...

You've lost everything.

Your home, your rank, your friends, your freedom... You've lost it all.

You don't feel that for long, because a feeling of dread replaces it. He's close. You can feel the dark presence of him. He is angry. He is frustrated.

Your answer was a mistake. You should have just done what you were told.

Mechanical doors open, and the air lock breaks yet again. In all of his terrifying 6'8 glory, Darth Vader stands.

In this moment, you realize that the lenses on his helmet are red, not black like the rest of his attire. It's silly, really... noticing something so small when you could possibly die in this moment.

Would he do the signature move you hear stories of? Use the force to wrap an invisible hand around your throat, crushing your trachea, cutting off the part that makes oxygen go to your lungs, leaving you dead by asphyxiation?

"You were told to join me!" His modulated voice raises, making you blink a few times as you stare up at him with wide eyes. This is it. "Why can't you do what you are told?"

The spit that had collected under your tongue was now going down your throat thickly, making you feel like you swallowed a stone. "I do not obey your kind." You fix your posture in a second, speaking in a strong voice to try and hide whatever you feel.

Darth Vader stares back at you for a second, only the sounds of his modulated breath escaping him.

"My kind?" He speaks right before a dark and deep chuckle can be heard. "A Sith? An Emperor? The most powerful being in the galaxy? A killer? Do explain, Y/N."

You ball up your fists as you swallow again. "A tyrant. A Sith. A killer without cause. Call it what you will."

His steps were loud against the metal floor as he approached you, standing right in front of you. His large hand grabs your face with slight force, but not roughly. You've heard whispers about how he is just a machine. That his hands are just made of wires, screws, and the metal that holds it together. You don't know if you believe that because whatever he's holding you with is not as hard as metal. You can feel it under his leather gloves.

"We are one of the same." He tells you. "The sooner you see that, the sooner I can get what I want."

"We are not the same!" You yell stupidly. Who would yell at the most powerful Sith that is known for killing without remorse?

He's silent again, just staring down at you.

"Wear the wine colored dress. I'll be waiting."

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kowaiitenshii · 1 year

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[Sunkiller Lullaby]

Pairing: Darth Vader x Reader

Plot Summary: A slave girl given to The Empire as a token of loyalty, known as the Flower of Beauty on your long since destroyed homeplanet, you’re nearly sent back to be executed before Darth Vader deems you worthy of saving. What will happen as you form a new life as the personal servant to a Sith Lord?

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Murder. Mentions of death. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns & descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.1k

A/N: Here it is! My first time writing anything Star Wars related, but most certainly not the last :) I’ve thought about this for a long time, but some things may still seem OOC so I’m sorry for that! Otherwise, please enjoy!

(p.s. I highly recommend you give a listen to the song that gave this fic its title, Sun Killer by Spiritbox!)

Part I:

The trembling sound of chains dragging across slick tiled flooring wakes you as two Stormtroopers led by an Imperial Commander haul you carelessly through the corridors of what you assume to be an Imperial ship.

The air is cold on your bare skin, and the harsh grip of the Stormtroopers on your arms feels enough to be bruising.

Blinking blearily through the shroud of unconsciousness, there is a palpable darkness hanging in the very air around you, as if it had been waiting for you, billowing over you and filling your lungs like smoke.

The Stormtroopers drag your limp body into a huge open room in the core of the ship with high rounded ceilings and walls, all white, controls blinking throughout the room in greens and reds.

You don’t even have time to take in your surroundings and think before the Commander and Troopers stop abruptly, the Commander taking a step to the left side, revealing what they’ve brought you here for.

That’s when you finally see the presence that you’ve sensed since you awoke.

The imminent Sith Lord Darth Vader stands before the lot of you, his aura pulsing and filling the room, making the very air thick. His helmet has an appropriately severe expression to it and his cape billows around him as he turns.

The commander and troopers stand straight as pins, their nerves radiating off of them. You feel as if you could be sick.

“What is the meaning of this, Commander?” the Sith Lord demands, his booming voice breaking through the oppressive silence.

Despite your intense fear of the outcome, you stand straight within the confines of the grip the troopers have on you. You hold your head high, despite the icy dread that washes over you in waves. Your years as a slave had taught you well, and you dared not show fear in the face of those who would subdue you.

The Commander swallows, putting on his best little soldier facade as he speaks before his master.

“A gift from the Hutts, Lord Vader.” the man speaks with enthusiastic trepidation. “They wish to show their loyalty to the Empire. They called her ‘The Flower’ of her home planet, for her beauty.” he babbles as he informs his master.

You subtly roll your eyes at the way the Commander sounds exactly like a used parts salesman.

Darth Vader stares at you for a prolonged moment, and you hate the way that you cannot tell where he’s looking. You stare back at him despite the sinking in your stomach, refusing to look away, to submit.

The rule of those in power was that of animals, those who submit die.

You knew that well.

“Send her back.” The Sith Lord commands plainly, and your heart drops.

Your ears ring as you hear the commander stumbling.

“S-Sir, I’m afraid we can’t simply ‘send her back’, she was a gift, and she-she, um.” he pauses to take in a shaky breath. “Her planet was destroyed long ago my Lord, if we send her back, she will be dishonoured and they’ll just kill-”

You jump slightly as the commander is suddenly cut off, literally choking on his words. Vader clenches his fist in front of him tightly as he chokes the man using an unseen force.

“Then perhaps you should have considered this sooner, Commander.” Vader spits.

The commander is rooted in his spot, turning purple and clawing at his throat.

Vader looks again to you, glued to the spot, pale as a ghost and trembling, and you can feel him creeping through the very life force within your body, tickling under your skin and flowing through your blood stream.

“Take her away.” The Sith Lord commands the troopers with a flick of his wrist.

The troopers drag you away, the sickening sound of the commander’s neck snapping echoing behind you as a tear slides down your cheek.

However, to your surprise, the troopers don’t lead you to a ship, or a pod, or containment. Instead, they unceremoniously dump you into a large and lavishly furnished Imperial suite, the door sliding shut behind them.

You spend a moment there on the carpet, wiping your tears and trying to calm your fear of the uncertainty before really taking a moment to look at your surroundings.

Still sniffling, you pull yourself together and get to your feet. You’re in a large room, darkly-coloured with ambient lighting throughout. The magnificent bed with silken, plush sheets of crimson is the centrepiece of the room.

To the right side of the bed there is a large window in the room, spanning the length of nearly the entire wall adorned with tasselled curtains.

Adjacent to the front of the bed is an entrance to a large washroom, equipped with both a soaking tub and a walk-in glass shower.

You’re shocked as you marvel at the luxuries at your disposal, revelling in the abundance of the suite. It’s like nowhere you’ve ever had the chance to inhabit before.

You waste no time in taking a lengthy bath, filling the tub with the salts and oils provided. The hot water does you well, soothing your aching muscles and your anxious soul. You can’t even remember how long it had been since you soaked, often being doused by cold water by your captors or simply being forced to bathe in streams.

You shudder at the memories.

You then dress yourself in the thick robes provided in your closet, and bask in the newfound comfort.

Nobody bothers you for the remainder of the evening, left with nothing but your thoughts and the passing stars beyond the window. You solemnly ponder your fate, curious of Lord Vader’s intentions.

You knew very well that he easily could have disposed of you the moment he laid eyes on you, which leaves you with a horrifying question.

Why keep you?

If he was keeping you, that is. You knew your life was not entirely guaranteed, but then why would Vader waste his time in keeping you for a night?

This is what scares you.

Never finding an answer that satisfies you, you lay in the satin sheets with the unnerving feeling that somebody is watching, creeping just out of the edges of your mind; close enough to feel them, too far to see.

In the meantime, Darth Vader sits in contemplation in the privacy of his chambers. Taking you in is undoubtedly an inconvenience, and he would have to think long and hard to find an explanation worthy of the Emperor.

However, for reasons he did not fully understand… he could not deny you. He had no doubt of your status as the Flower, the beauty of your homeworld, that was evident. What intrigued him however, was your signature in the force. He could feel your presence so acutely, piercing through him like the ringing of bells.

He had no doubt you were sensitive to it.

If this were to be true, you could indeed be quite useful to both he and the Emperor, given the implication that he could break you to the dark side.

He could feel your resentment, your anger, your lust for power; no doubt instilled in you by your years spent in torment.

So it was decided.

He would accept you, house you, mold you. And then he would break you.

Turning away from his window with purpose, he leaves to find a Commander to send a message.

As you drift into sleep, you feel the dark presence again, tickling at the corners of your mind, creeping at the corners and crawling on the ceilings.

You try your best to shove it away, but it’s stronger, more steadfast than you are.

Unable to push the dark presence away, you relent, pulling your blankets tighter around yourself and trying to ignore the uneasiness.

Eventually, you fall into fitful sleep, your mind full of dreams. For the most part they are very average dreams. Dreams of living an ordinary life, doing ordinary things. That is, except for the fleeting shadow that looms over your shoulders, or the piercing eyes you catch glimpses of in the darkness.

The next morning you’re left to sleep as long as you please, waking up on your own agenda for the first time in countless years. Dragging yourself out of bed, your body still tired from dreaming the entire night through, you rise and dress yourself in darkly-coloured robes and underdresses. As you brush out your hair, anxiety begins seeping back in. You still had no clue as to why you were kept alive, or if your life was even safe to begin with. No idea what would be done with you, and no way of escape.

After you’ve finished grooming, you’re greeted by a friendly droid sent to bring you breakfast. You eat well, offered a spread of toasted breads, honeyed butters, jams, and all manners of fruits and meat.

The droid speaks up once you’ve finished, chirping news at you.

“Lord Vader has requested your presence once you’re adequately satisfied, madam.” it announces cheerfully.

Your stomach drops at the thought, moving from comfortably satisfied to anxiously nauseous in a matter of moments.

Swallowing thickly, you part your lips to question the droid.

“Did…Did he mention why?” you curse yourself for faltering.

“No ma’am.” the droid answers to your dismay. “Lord Vader is exceedingly private in his affairs. I am afraid I am merely a messenger.”

Feeling yourself go pale, you nod slowly in response.

“I shall meet with him as soon as possible.” You concede, your voice barely higher than a whisper.

The droid throws its hands up joyfully, exclaiming its reply.

“Splendid! Lord Vader would like you to meet him in his private quarters, I shall inform him of your arrival!” The droid declares before abruptly leaving the suite.

Left with your thoughts, your mind wanders in circles. You wonder about the Sith Lord’s intentions, about what he will do with you. About if the treatment you’ve been receiving was just a penance paid for your impending death. You wonder about your fate, if this was meant to be your last meal.

For a short while you’re sick with worry. That is, until you remember your years spent under slavery. Those years in which you would have begged for the release of death; Those years in which you made peace with the quiet solace of oblivion.

It is when you remind yourself of this truth that you finally gather yourself from the table.

This is an opportunity, you tell yourself, and you dare not waste it.

After a short while, the droid returns to fetch you. As you traverse the sleek hallways with the silent droid, your ice cold nerves sink in. Your stomach twists in knots, becoming nauseous once again on your luxuriant breakfast.

The droid's artificial voice cuts sharply through the tense silence.

“I notice you’ve become pale, and your heart rate is increasing. These are common symptoms of anxiety.” the droid states in a cheerful tone. You chuckle slightly at the droid’s matter-of-factness.

“Yes,” you laugh. “I must be honest, I am a little nervous to meet with Lord Vader.” you give the droid the understatement of the century, and saying it outloud only makes the knot in your gut tie tighter.

“Not to worry!” the droid chirps “If Lord Vader meant to kill you, he would not go to the trouble of speaking with you first!” the droid attempts to reassure you. It does little to make you feel any better, your blood running cold from the words.

You spend the rest of the walk in silence, steeling your nerves. The droid stops abruptly at a large doorway, entering a combination into the keypad on the wall and stepping to the side as the door slides open.

“Here we are!” the droid chimes. “Lord Vader awaits you.”

The droid bows to you, and you nod your thanks to it before stepping into the doorway, the door sliding shut behind you.

Before you even step out of the entryway, you can hear the unnerving sound of the Sith Lord’s mechanical breathing just beyond, sending chills down your spine.

The room is large and open, covered in control panels and other strange technology save for the wall length window. You take a deep breath as you spot Vader by the expansive window, his back turned to you. The sight of him alone, broad back turned to you, dressed in his all-black suit and floor-length cape instils terror in you.

Here you were, alone in a room with the most powerful and most dangerous man in the whole galaxy.

Despite yourself and the urge to run screaming within, you pull it together and begin your approach. Holding your head high, you come to stand at the window next to the Sith Lord.

“Lord Vader,” you begin calmly before bowing “You sent for me?” you ask, hands shaking.

Finally, he turns to his left to regard you. The lights of the stars and the Imperial fleet beyond the window reflect off of his permanently scowling helmet, the unmoving coldness of its expression doing nothing to calm your nerves. The only thing that grounds you in this moment is the sound of the slow, deep breaths he takes.

“Yes.” Lord Vader affirms sternly. “I’d like to make you an offer.”

He catches you off guard with this, and you falter in reply.

“A-An offer?” you curse yourself again for stuttering, praying to the maker and straightening up as he turns fully to face you.

It’s only then that you notice how tall he truly is, having to crane your neck to look him in the face as he looms over you, heat rising to your cheeks purely from nerves.

“Yes,” he states plainly. “I would like you to become my sole personal servant.”

His words fall upon you with the weight of a thousand stones, your knees beginning to shake from the implication alone, threatening to crumble beneath the weight.

Never in a million years would you have believed what the Sith Lord just suggested, and yet there he was suggesting it.

At the same time, a flame begins to spark in your chest, ignited by hope. Your years as a slave taught you better than to refuse a good offer when you got one.

“As you wish, My Lord.” you accept loud and clear, bowing your head to him in respect, and gratitude. The part of you that is fully entrenched in servitude and the woes of it can’t help but become a bit excited at the promise of security as his personal attendant, while the side of you that remembers freedom feels a measure of guilt for relenting so quickly.

Still, your life was more important than the guilt you felt for agreeing to serve him. Anyone in your shoes would do the same, you were sure of it.

He hums in satisfaction at your response, nodding.

“Very well then. Starting tomorrow, you will serve me, and me alone.” he commands firmly. You only nod, looking up at him and listening attentively as he continues.

“You are to be at my disposal at all hours, save for when I command you to leave.” He states. While the idea pierces you with dread, you nod your compliance all the same.

“You will come when I call, whenever I call.” He iterates, a drop of venom in his tone. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.” you affirm as calmly as you can.

“In return, no expense will be spared in caring for your needs.” he replies.

You can’t help the warmth that grows within you at the idea. In all your years of servitude, never had anyone given a single thought toward your treatment. Feeling overwhelmed, your breath catches in your throat.

It feels too good to be true.

Here you were, thinking the droid was delivering you to your demise, when really you were receiving an opportunity countless others would kill to have. The opportunity for long lost comfort, the opportunity for power.

You say nothing in response, smirking and nodding like a simpleton. As he notices your enthusiasm, Lord Vader’s tone turns harsh.

“But do not forget, girl,” he hisses. “I own you.”

Feeling yourself go pale, you swallow thickly, looking away as a wave of dread and shame washes over you.

“If you betray the faith I am putting in you, if you disobey The Empire…” he emphasises darkly, before pausing. Although you’re unable to read his expression, you’re sure he’s staring straight through you. His gaze burns you like fire, and you can feel fear gripping your heart.

“I will not hesitate in cutting you down.” he growls, and you can sense his stone-cold sincerity. You’re frozen with fear, feeling absolutely foolish for being remotely celebratory, even if only internally.

Blood running cold, shivers down your spine, you default to what you learned in your time as a slave.

Without thinking, acting completely on something akin to muscle memory, you drop to your knees. Steadying yourself with your hands, you press your forehead to the toe of Lord Vader’s boot.

For slaves, this is an ultimate display of respect and compliance to their masters.

“Yes, Lord Vader.” you affirm, strong and clear. Vader seems slightly taken aback, stepping back and leaving your forehead to hit the cold tile flooring. Your cheeks go hot as you rise, hoping he understood the gesture as you stand sheepishly before him.

“Very well.” he speaks again after you stand. “Starting tomorrow, you will act as my personal attendant. You may go. Rest.” He commands, turning away from you once more, his attention going back to the galaxy outside the expansive window.

Overwhelmed and in a daze, you turn to leave in what feels like slow motion.

The trip from Vader’s personal quarters back to your suite passes you by in technicolor. Bidding you a polite goodbye, the droid leaves you to your privacy.

Shell-shocked tears slide silently down your cheeks as you plop onto the bed. The gamble of putting your life in Vader’s hands did not seem like a winning one, but you had no choice. The feeling is gut-wrenching, and tears flow freely now.

You just felt so god-damned confused, it was making you sick. The last 24 hours hardly seemed real at all. It was useless to wonder ‘why me’ because you knew the answer would not come, but that didn’t stop it from running through your mind on repeat. You once again mourn the life you lived as a free person, the old wounds bleeding once again.

Your life was not extravagant by any means, living as a local farm hand, but it was simple. It was simple, and it was easy, and it was peaceful.

On your home planet, you were known by the locals and travellers as the ‘Flower’ of your city for your beauty, kindness, and good grace. These traits along with the rumours about them were the sole reason you had not been on-planet when it was destroyed.

While your home was under siege, you were stolen and trafficked into slavery for your proposed “worth” to slave traders.

The years after that, you lived as a ghost in a life that was not yours.

And now here you were, selling your soul. A better person, a stronger person, would have chosen death over serving the Empire.

But years of torture had twisted your spirit, broken you. No longer were you that kind and graceful girl from the village everyone had known and loved. Years of torment molded you into something fearful, something hurt and covetous. And you hated yourself for it, though you had no power to change it. The part of you that now craved power, craved vengeance on those who had destroyed you is unchangeable.

Many years you had spent yearning to torment those who had stolen you, who had taken everything from you. Many nights had you spent dreaming of all the ways you would destroy them given the chance.

And now here it was, a chance dropped into your very lap. The chance to get close to the face of the Empire. Not only that, but Lord Vader himself guaranteed your safety. There were not many more of those who would be as trustworthy in that guarantee. After all, he was the strongest man in the galaxy.

Sniffling, you begin to wipe your tears. You had already agreed with Darth Vader, there was no point in tears now anyway.

If you were to do this, and you were, you were going to do it well.

Rising from your place on the bed, you finish wiping your tears and begin preparing for the days ahead of you.

That night is again filled with dreams.

You find yourself on a lush windswept hillside bordering the sea, the air fresh and salty as it blows through your hair and across your face. Blissfully you stroll along the cliffside, breathing in the fresh air. As you walk, you begin to see a cloaked figure in the distance.

Really, you sense him before you see him. His energy mirrors that of the sea below, mesmerising, tumultuous, and full of depth. You’re drawn to him, slowly making your way to the place at the edge of the cliff where he stands.

The sunset melting in hues of pink and orange highlights his figure against the horizon, and when you reach him he turns to face you.

You’re struck by his beauty, as if he had stepped out of a painting from the old Republic. His jawline is strong, his lips are plump, and he has a heavy brow with sandy coloured curls of shoulder-length hair framing his features. Yet the most striking thing about him is his eyes. They are the very same piercing, fiery eyes that had haunted you the night prior, framed by long cherubic lashes.

But in this moment, you felt no fear. In fact, you were serenely calm, sensing no malice or ill-intent of the man before you. He too, was very tall as you stood in front of him, having to look up to look him in the eye.

You both stand there for a long moment, looking at each other, taking each other in and feeling each other’s energies. You can see the compassion and empathy he has for you in his eyes as well as sense it radiating warmly off of him, as if he knows your life, as if he had lived it too.

All this, and you had never seen him before in your life. And yet somehow, it felt completely normal. As if you had known him forever, and you were just now remembering.

After a long while he opens his arm to you, beckoning you to join him. You follow without a second thought, coming to his left side and allowing him to drape his arm over you and pull you close as you both watch the sunset. His cloak drapes over your shoulders as he holds you, warmth falling comfortably over you with it. He smells deeply of leather, of musk and of burnt wood, and you breathe him in deeply. He gazes at the sea as you rest your head on his chest, in ecstasy purely from the simple act of human contact. It has been years since you’ve experienced the simple pleasures of being close to someone, and you savour every single moment. The tips of his fingers ghost over your left arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His arm comes up and he idly brushes his fingers through the soft locks of your hair as you listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Being held by him felt like home.

As you both watch the cerulean waves crashing against the shore below, he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and your eyes flutter shut.

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phoeebsbuffay · 8 months

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Imagine “Star Wars: “special editions” songs V.

• When We Were Young

Imagine you are friends with Anakin Skywalker since childhood. However, once you two are now grown ups following different paths, a new sentiment arises. Part II

Warnings 1: *long post*; drama; angst, unburnt Vader; explicit smut.

Warnings 2: alternative universe; no younglings are killed here.

Warnings 3: based on Adele’s two albums “21” & “25”

No minors.

***

• Before the storm…

As much as Anakin tries not to get you involved in his internal riot, his efforts have no avail. You may not be sensitive to the Force, but you do know him like the palm of your hand.

So here you two are, beneath the moonlight—in a rare, calm instant where you two could have a moment for yourselves.

“How’s it been serving Senator Amidala?”, Anakin eventually asks. He’s been told of the attack that nearly got yourselves killed—another factor that fuels his frustration; had he been truthfully powerful, he might’ve been able to prevent such things to happen.

“It’s been quiet lately”, you tell him with a smile on your lips, diverting his thoughts from his self agony. “For once, it’s been lightly boring…”

He chuckles, eyeing you with devotion. Anakin knows you just as deeply as you know him. As he holds you possessively against him, he is tempted to dive in your thoughts—but he wants to focus in you, in what you have to say, even if this means he’ll get worried over you constantly…

“Boring?! Getting me concerned is not boring, my lady!”

You giggle at his protest, finding adorable how protective he is towards you. Leaning your forehead against his chest, your raise your eyes, meeting his.

“We are not entirely different from each other, uh? Should I remind you of all those years when you were mute, never writing one single letter to let me know how you were?”

Anakin sighs dramatically.

“Well, you have a point”, he admits rather unwillingly.

There is an exchange of glances, where he contemplates your soft features, a smile slowly spreading over his lips when realizing you are blushing because of his intent stare. He then leans to peck your lips, resting a hand around your waist all the whilst he holds your neck gently.

"I love you", you sigh in content as he kisses you.

"I love you too, Y/Nickname."

As you part the kiss, he cups your face and says:

"I will never let go of you. This I promise."

"I pray you keep it", you whisper, sounding more eager than you expect.

As the twilight starts to paint a soft shade of orange, Anakin and you exchange promises underneath the rising stars. No words, however, dare to break the spell when the kiss starts to deepen, letting open the pave for a spark of something new.

Words seem to dissipate into forgetfulness as his tongue slowly pursuit yours. As you slowly turn towards him, his hands are now pulling you much closer to him.

You let yourself be involved although you are unsure how to proceed. Anakin doesn't know either, but there is a natural instinct that makes him kiss you fervently all the whilst his fingers dig into your waist, moving impatiently below. You realize what he wants to do--and to realize this is what you want too makes you soaked.

"Naughty, naughty", he whispers in between chuckles when he parts the kiss to let his tongue slide to your neck.

"Don't you dare to read my thoughts, Skywalker", you snort at him, eyes lightly closed as you blush in response to how he devours your flesh. You hate to be inexperienced, wishing there is something you could do.

As if sensing your mute frustration, he pulls your hand right over his rigid pants. Anakin smirks, growing bolder with his hands too, ignited by a desire of feeling you for the first time.

“Ani”, your choked voice gives out more than you’d admit out loud.

“Let me show you something, princess”, he whispers into your ear.

His fingers carefully slip from your hips to your thighs all the whilst his eyes are locked with yours. You lean to kiss his lips, your delicate hands doing the same to him. But you lose track of your thoughts once his index finger finds its way to your feminine core.

“Oh!”, you exclaim, perplexed by the sudden fire that seems to burn your body like a fever.

“Shh”, he smiles at you; feigning confidence, he finds way to please his lady. “Do not be so loud, darling.”

As he starts to stimulate you, he’s careful to read you. Anakin smirks at himself when seeing your mind going blank, you rolling your eyes upon this new discovery. It does arouse him to know he’s your first.

“Ani, you…”, you gasp, moving lightly your hips against his hand. “You… Oh Maker!”

It does not really help your case that his lips are now going to your neck, bitting it softly before making ways to your collarbone. You throw your head back, but your hands are now buried into his curly hair in order to prevent your fall.

“Is it good, my dearest? Tell me if it is”, he whispers against your skin, taking delight at how easily you squirm at the slightest movement.

“You make me… Ani!”, you are about to cry out, feeling a sudden heaviness upon your legs. “Ani… I…”

He would gladly bury himself in between your breasts, but the desperation in your voice calls him. The Jedi gently lies you down, watching your face as you come undone. And before you get too loud, he shushes you with a kiss.

But just when you are about to make it your turn, a sudden noise breaks the spell. Sensing a strange movement, Anakin impatiently sighs.

“We better go”, he grumbles, whilst helping you straighten yourself. “There is somebody looking for me, I can tell.”

You pout at him, still unreasonable to conceive that, in reality, you two should not be seen.

“W-What? Why?”

You are smirking, it’s as if you are drunk—a sensation you’ve never tried, though, because you were never attracted to alcohol, seeing the sad side effects it gives people.

However, Anakin feels as if he’s tasted fire, he’s now experiencing the cold, for he is tensed—he senses the presence of another Jedi and it’s possibly the one who he came to despise: Master Windu.

What’s he doing in Naboo?

“We better go”, he tells you, somewhat distant.

“Ani”, your smile now falters and your heart skips a beat. “What… Why? What happened?”

Just like that everything has changed. Unbeknownst to you, an eclipse is forging…

“We must go”, says he firmly, trying not to focus on the possibility he might get hurt you in the process. He did not have the time to tell you about the whole Jedi process. “Now.”

You do cast him a hurtful look, but understand that there is little to be done. You are aware that what you two were doing was secretly and suddenly you come to despise the Jedi Order for taking him away from him.

Anakin senses the eruption your heart is about to suffer, but he has no time to ease it.

There is so much to be said, but little time to do so.

“I’ll explain to you soon”, Anakin assures you as he leads you to your quarters.

You hold his wrist, impending for a moment his depart.

“Come back to me, Anakin. Don’t leave me alone in this world”, you tell him, urged by a bad feeling that came uninvited. “Whatever is going on, come to me. I’ll help you somehow. Don’t hide from the light.”

The shadow casted on his features softens. He gives you a crooked smile.

“You are my light, Y/N. I’ll come back to you. I’ll always find you”, he smiles, even though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

It seems to you that he wishes to tell you something. Anakin hesitates, but it’s only for a moment before this moment is gone. He presses a kiss on your forehead. Aware that you are going to burst into tears, he turns his back on you.

For your own sake, Y/N.

But this is the last time you see each other before it happens…

***

Two weeks ago.

Once a lady in waiting who got used to nobility, who enjoyed dancing, who smiled the brightest of the smiles, the one every poet praised the beauty… Now you are a phantom, a memory of what liberty meant.

You are a fugitive. You don’t belong to the Empire, but you don’t know how to fit in the Rebellion either. You have become a survivor.

Memories ache, indeed. You understand Anakin died with the Order 66. Padmé herself told you. She tried to encourage you to join the Resistance, but you’ve come to realize the Jedi were too vain to see what Anakin was going through—and thus let your beloved die.

“They took him away from me!”, you told her, eyes puddling with tears.

“It was the Empire, my dear”, Padmé insisted. “It is that evil thing we ought to aim the destruction.”

But even then… Every hope died when Padmé was killed. It was too much for you to take. Now here you are. A nobody, a vessel of the past, haunted by a broken heart.

I should have fought for you, Ani.

You do not know but by choosing to hide in the shadows, these are to lead you to someone whom you’ve long accepted to be gone.

Lord Vader has not forgotten you. But he waited patiently to acquire enough power to take you back. He is no longer the weak Skywalker, prompted to sentimentalism and control. No, he is better than that.

With Palpatine now defeated, the power of the Empire lies with the last Sith Lord. Unwilling to share it with a pupil, he in fact knows only one can be his equal.

His yellow, flaring eyes search for you; aware of your silent steps, they eventually find you. His heart skips a beat when seeing your beauty has matured—remaining alluring as ever, time has not changed it all.

Despite your link with old Skywalker, Vader’s too attached to let go of you. There is a tentacle of remorse suffocating his mind for allowing himself to abandon you.

But he overcomes it. The need to have you comes to it. And he does not take any more time to come for you…Not when seeing how close you two are from each other.

***

The meeting.

You are in this strange planet whose name you know nothing of. After getting yourself friends with pirates, you are delivered there specially with your gold now gone—and out of respect for you, they spare your life.

Surrounded by fog, you can barely see anything. Hugging yourself, you are exhausted and tired from running after two years.

You still remember when seeing the death of the good queen Padmé, the moment where Clovis nearly sold you out back to Tatooine so he could save himself.

You cannot forgive his treason, although you did try to find excuse for his deeds. Maybe it was his way to cope with the loss of his wife. Whatever it was, you tried to reach out for Anakin. Desperately so.

He never answered. And you believed him to be dead and gone.

Like you were told by Clovis himself. As you still recall the reasons why all of a sudden you were treated with little lenience by the man who was like a brother to you, wondering what Anakin would do if he was in your shoes.

You snort to yourself at the thought. He would easily outwit anyone… A deed that I could never do.

A metallic breath comes so suddenly, cutting short your thoughts. You shiver, fearful.

“W-Who is there?”

No response. You try to remain calm, appealing to reason that this planet, as your former "friends" told you, is neutral, somewhat forgotten by both rebels and the Emperor.

However, why does it not feel so? The breeze that meets your moves is cold, making you shiver again. Are you having a fever? The thought makes you stop.

Perhaps you are exhausted, emotionally broken and physically weak. This world took everyone you loved...

"I was not born for happiness", you contemplate out loud as your old scars bleed again.

But the metallic breath is heard again. You associate the sound of death and part of you accepts it straightaway: there is little need to flee from it after these years.

Then a voice, in the middle of the dark, whispers:

"I thought you were better than being a quitter, Y/N".

You turn your back instantly. His voice...

"Ani?", you sound surprised, but also hurt.

You were told he was dead, but... How? In order to put end to your doubts, he shows up, dissipating the remaining shadows so he is seen.

Anakin stands right before you strong and healthy, curly hair falling over his neck, just like the last time you two met, except you could see something different in his eyes.

Where there had been a piercing blue painting his irises, now you see a yellow flaring with range. This Sith Lord, seeing how stunned you are, breaks the silence at last:

"Hello, Y/N Y/LN. It’s me. I was wondering if after all those years you’d like…. To meet. If time was supposed to heal all of which we left behind, it did no healing."

You know he is expecting some shocking comments about his darkness, the evident transition behind his eyes. But what you point out is something different than his expectations would meet.

"You are alive. I was told you were dead."

"No. I was never killed, but..."

You frown at him.

"Were you alive all this time? Have you had no consideration whatsoever of what you put me through? The misery that took away my life, the reason why I went grey, losing every reason to live?!"

Seeing you burst into tears like this sensibilizes him. Vader comes to realize his selfishness, but before that how he underestimated you.

"I needed to be powerful", he says, his voice lightly shaken. "For you, Y/N. For you. I did this for you!"

You move to where he is, blinded by tears.

"Well, then. Why didn't you come back for me then?!Where were you when I needed the most? Why couldn't you save me like you claim now...?"

You take his face with your hands, not minding the danger his presence poses to you. As much as you are not a Force sensitive, you are no fool. You know he is different and Lord Vader can tell by your thoughts that reason is telling you to go away.

But where ever reason has been victorious upon sentiment? Not even this powerful Lord is immune to it.

"I do not need your power. I could not care less about any of these things. I want you. When did we stop being against the world?", you struggle to express yourself.

There are indeed one hell of an ocean of sentiments. Silently, they are muted by circumnstances even though Vader knows them well. He is acquainted with every inch of it. Why hiss away? Why not stopping the fight and merely be drowned into you?

Those eyes of yours that denude your soul, which possesses countless scars, are now calling him.

For a thousand stars I would burn for you. I would get burned with you.

No words are needed. He knows what there must be done. Darkness and light are set upon you two. Whoever he is now, he is the same man who pursuited after your love. In the end, it's what matters.

***

Nowadays.

"Green suits you", he whispers, standing behind you, hands resting around your waist.

You two are in the throne room contemplating the endless universe that lies ahead of you. There is peace at long last. The few Jedis that are out there remain in dust, a memory to some, a history to all—an idea that was promptly accepted by your lover and husband, the Emperor.

There is no resistance, nothing that will go against the balance firmly restored. Vader found himself in between shadows and light after a long time merged in struggles with himself.

In a twist of fate, you’ve been rescued twice from this man who is described by his enemies as the bitter mix of mankind and machine, the fall of the brilliant General who became everyone’s worst nightmare.

But to you Anakin remains the same old Anakin. You’ve been at his darkest hours, you’ve seen his insecurities, you’ve shared his part of unspoken fears. He’s been always your other half, your dark angel who saved you from the coldest hell you’ve been yourself.

As you told him the day he took you away from the deadly embrace of the rebels, people wanted to change him, to turn him into something else…all the whilst all she ever wanted was him the way he was.

Now, here you are. His empress. His woman. Better yet, his wife. His eternal paramour. Burning like a thousand stars under a midnight sun.

“I suppose it frees my spirit”, you tell him, turning around so you can have a better sight of him. Anakin, with his old scar, side smirks at you, already aware of your non said intentions. He is dressing his Vader’s robes, though thankfully his handsomeness is not put away with that mask you detest. “It reminds me of the old days, when you told me you knew it was wrong but you longed to have some fun.”

He laughs quietly at the remembrance. He does remember how often he and you misbehaved as children in Tatooine, a bad tendency that followed years later.

“Oh my Maker. Of all the people in the world…” You smile at him, locking eyes as you dance with no song to play in the background of your high spirits. “…you were the one to introduce me to freedom.”

He leans mischievously against you, holding your hand as he pulls you closer against him.

“Not many would describe me as the declarer of liberty”, so Anakin muses sarcastically, letting himself be played by you.

“Since when am I like everyone?”, you snap back, grinning.

He now presses you against the wall, locking your wrists above your head.

“Don’t be snippy at me, young lady.”

You side smirk, tilting your head to the right as your gaze is held by his.

“Or what?”

“You shall be punished.”

There is little need to speak. When his lips finally meet yours, what starts as a slow aching turns into a passionate fever that spreads all over your body.

Right there, in the throne room, you are under his control. He has no modesty in pulling his will above yours, and you gladly comply with it. It takes no more than a few seconds before he has your green gown is removed, letting you completely nude under his gaze.

“You are so beautiful”, he softens, contemplating your y/c eyes, how alluring they are. Anakin sighs, this is the moment where passion gives place to sentiment.

“Let me photograph you into this light”, you manage to release your wrists off his grip so you can hold his face. “You are like the knight of my stories. You are my chosen one.”

“I do not wish to lose you. You sound like a song, and fuck this reminds me of when we were young”, he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, angel.”

As slowly your fingertips start to remove his clothing, tossing away his dark cape, you wrap your legs around his waist. Already with a friction aching in your feminine parts, you, however, are completely emotional.

“I love you, my prince. We may not be younger anymore, but our love, the bond that unites one to the other, is timeless.”

You pursuit his lips and soon the sentimentalism steps aside for passion to arise again. He senses your arousal and does not take any more time before he inserts one finger and then two.

“Ah!”, you gasp in surprise.

“So damn wet for me”, he groans, sensing his own manhood pumps against the leather of his pants in complete rigidness. “This always brings me to the day I felt you for the first time.”

You arch your back, speechless. He tortures you like he knows he does, smirking in delight when seeing you going under his touch, crying out his name.

The throne room is not so quiet anymore as he makes you see stars—not only literally. Vader burns with you in every meaning. His eyes scan your face, moving to your hardened nipples that require his heavenly touch. By using the force, he has where he wants you to be: undone.

You are a mess, but you are not finished yourself. Aware of your impure thoughts, Anakin’s now Vader. And he has you going to his knees.

“Yes, Emperor”, you whisper, voice lightly choked with desire as he uses the Force to hold your wrist behind your back. “What is it you want?”

Caressing your face and moving to your neck, he once more stimulates your nipples before going back to his former position. Putting away his manhood, Vader groans at you.

“I want you the way you want me.”

You side smirk at him, no more playing the innocent one, the role you liked to play before he subdues you to his will. Vader takes a great like of your secretive side too.

And what’s better is that you do like taking him with your mouth, never for a second breaking eye contact.

And so it goes for some time. But before he does come to your mouth, every gentleness dies when you are lifted and, once again pressed against the wall, he slides his manhood within you.

***

Feeling his skin so close against yours, locking bodies when two move as one, is a sentiment that brings pure delight to you. Vader too, he is not indifferent to the waves of emotions that bring you ashore.

“Come to me, angel. Take me to Heaven”, he whispers hotly in your ear like a prayer.

And his hands play a great deal in helping you experience such an unnamed bliss.

“Oh Anakin!”, his name is screamed, overcoming his groans as he comes within you.

“Yes?” Lord Vader smiles down at you, eyes glinting with joy.

You cup his face and peppers it with kisses, so devoted you are to him.

“I love you. By the Maker, I do”, you moan softly.

He rubs his nose against yours, cuddling tight for one single moment.

“So do I, princess”, he whispers against your ear, wiping away some locks of your hair that are glued against your face because of the sweat. “We should better get dressed.”

“We should”, you agree between giggles.

When you two look at each other one more time, it does feel like when you were young again. There is serenity and peace, but now the certainty that nothing will ever stay in your path again.

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hanasnx · 1 year

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❝ pacifying. ❞

── suitlesss!darth vader x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 1.2k SUMMARY: once you discover how much giving oral to your lover pacifies you, you can’t stop finding opportunities to pursue it. NOTES: it’s my first time writing like a one shot based off a prompt, i had to move around some stuff to make me feel more comfortable w DV’s character | this happens to be an unburnt!vader one shot bcos that’s what was requested & i wanted to honor it. but don’t let that stop you from requesting crispy vader stuff bcos i love him both ways WARNINGS: prompt | f!reader | multiple scenarios so a lot of time skips— since im unfamiliar it might come off choppy and i apologize | blowjobs | dacryphilia | vader being a dick on purpose | somnophilia | lil bit o dick riding.

It never quite left you, the thrill of sucking off your lover. After discovering your affinity and skill for blowjobs, it drove you mad with power, and drunk with lust. There was nothing like having the most influential man in the galaxy wrapped around your finger as his cock was down your throat. Even the idea of it dampened you.

Your addiction did more for you than just get you wet and ready for your lover, it aided your realization that not only did it bring you arousal, but comfort. DARTH VADER hadn’t registered it yet, but you used him to calm yourself. Sucking his cock became your vice to sooth your nerves.

You hadn’t expected to find such peace as your lips encircle his shaft, bobbing your head up and down. His praises echo in your ears, his hand tangled in your hair. The two of you are alone in his private quarters, having sat him down and removed his cod piece in haste.

“My love, are you to keep surprising me like this?” his breathless voice is music to your ears, and you hum. The vibrations cause him to shift his hips, pushing himself further in, searching for more relief.

His tip kisses the back of your throat, and you edge back so you can speak, hollowing your cheeks to release with a pop. “Are you complaining?” you question, sultry hooded eyes meeting his gaze as you lick a stripe from the underside to his head. He visibly shivers, grip tightening on your locks to sting. The black helmet had been discarded long ago.

“Enough games, woman, what’s gotten into you?” As if he doesn’t care about your answer, he urges you forward, smearing his pre cum from his slit over your lips in his impatience.

“I like being in control,” you reply, and swirl your tongue around his swollen head.

He sucks in a breath, and when he bucks his hips, your mouth falls open faithfully, hushed up by his cock. “You like feeling useful.”

He’s right.

After solidifying in your mind how much it reconciles you to blow your partner, you learn to seek him out even when you’re upset.

Frustrated from a trooper’s behavior towards you— no doubt jealous over Vader’s favoritism of you— you‘re near tears, unable to express yourself fully in the conversation overwhelms you. So after you excuse yourself, you run through the halls not to be alone and recuperate, but to find solace in drowning your sorrows in sucking on Lord Vader’s cock.

Confused at first, he allows it, only because you ask him so sweetly. Eyes welled and glossy with tears in the most picturesque way… how could he not give you the galaxy if you asked for it right now?

You nestle in between his legs, as if it’s your home, and free his flaccid member. Quick to harden in the warmth of your mouth, you meet Vader’s masked gaze as you trace the lines of his length with your tongue, a grateful sigh escaping through your nose. Once you get into a comfortable rhythm, you feel much better.

The interaction makes Vader aware of the specific sensation he receives from you during this. In tune with your body— a skill he prides himself on— he labels that your suckling aids you in regulating your own emotions.

So when you scratch at the door of his quarters, much like a kicked puppy, those very heavy emotions bleeding into him through the force, he’s swift to unbuckle his belt. He knows what you’re here for. “Come to me, little one, let me make it all better.”

It relaxes you instantly as soon as he directs his boner into your mouth. You believe, ‘What great luck it is he was ready for me!’ when in reality, it was the sound of your distress that called him to attention.

It’s not the first, and it certainly won’t be the last time his erection is caused from witnessing your tears. Habitualized because of your addiction, he gets horny when you’re upset since its the foreground of your way to assuaging it.

Formerly known as Anakin Skywalker, The Hero with No Fear, Lord Vader wore his mask to conceal that identity. He no longer answered to that name. In charge of the empire, disguised as a ghost story, he had no room for being a famed Jedi in his life. When he’s alone with you, he has no need to hide himself, which means you can see every shift in his expression as you pleasure him.

There are times where you don’t even finish him, you just use him up til you’re done. Sure, he gets you back for that later, but once he sees how it pacifies you— sucking him off until you’ve had enough— it’s easier to swallow that you’re not needlessly teasing him.

“My work cannot wait, little one,” his words are harsh to you as you plead for him, on your knees and spreading his knees so you can tug helplessly at his waistband.

“Then don’t focus on me,” you whine, his large hands grabbing hold of yours to halt your efforts. “I won’t be in your way, just tuck me under your desk.” You wouldn’t be begging if you knew he didn’t like it— but his chest is swelling with pride.

He allows it, hearing the sweet sounds of your slobbering and shuddering when you do something he likes. “Little one, do not test me.” he recognizes your gambles for his attention as he works, and you huff, the breath washing over his saliva-slick cock. To teach you a lesson, he toys with you, reaching underneath the cup the back of your head and pin you in place as he bucks his hips into your mouth. A tiny and adorable noise emits from you, and he snickers when your fist bangs against his thigh after he releases you.

He’s not even safe when he’s asleep. Your lover jokes you’re evil, consumed with lust enough to ask for his permission to have him while he’s unconscious. Jokes aside he enjoys your impatience, reminds him of how eager he is. To sleep and be awoken by the acute pleasure of his cock stuffed down your elegant throat was a most welcome treat. Tucked in between his legs, you nestle in his warmth as your leisurely occupy yourself, alternating between licking his swollen, heavy head and suckling him. Sometimes in his sleep he humps your face, rocking his hips into you out of muscle memory, lowly moaning.

You can tell he’s aware when he starts talking to you. Uttering the most desperate of confirmations as he fists the sheets, “Hungry for me already?” You hum in response to his groggy question, voice raspy from sleep.

“Why don’t you climb on, little one? I miss your insides…”

Your nose scrunches up from his crude language, but it turns you on nonetheless. Obedient to straddle and ride his dick properly until he’s finished using you.

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 ³

𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬...

Anakin x Princess!Reader

Part 3

Previous chapter: Part 2

Overall series warning: 18+ content (smut), mature themes, swearing

Warnings: Light swearing (but who cares about this)

Last chapter recap: “The dark lord completely ignored your question, letting himself calm down before backing off and walking towards the door. Before he left, he got a final word in, “We’re to wed in a week. You’ll stay here until then.” What..?”

Summary: He continues to fend off your questions until you decide to be bold, to which he retaliates…

Word Count: 1.5K+

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“You’re not being serious.” You scoffed, almost grinning, but when you saw the look on his face— everything melted into dread and disappointment. He stared at you with stern-looking eyes before shutting the door behind him. You heard sharp noises emerge from the door, meaning he locked it.

“You’ve got to be joking.” You laughed dryly before your body hit the bed. It was fluffy and felt like a warm hug. A stark contrast to the situation you found yourself stuck in. It was unbelievable, really. You were seriously to marry a Sith Lord. A slave to the dark side. Sure, he was handsome, but only as handsome as an apple could be.

Alas, you were far too tired to think about the whole ordeal. Your eyes grew heavy and it was becoming increasingly harder not to nod off… and finally, it grew all black.

(Break)

You woke up to the darkness of space creeping in through the single window you had in the room. It was impossible to tell how long you’d slept and how long you’d be staying there. Nobody would tell you a thing, and the Dark Lord would certainly never give you any answers.

A sudden knock pulled you out of your little trance, and the door burst open. In walked two troopers. They marched in, picking you up from the bed with a strong force. Didn’t Vader mention I’d stay here for a week? What’s going on? Ironically enough, you decided not to struggle or fight back. It’s not as if going back home was a choice anymore. You knew the dark side wasn’t forgiving anyway.

“I’m not a rag doll. I know how to walk,” you complained, as you felt your body sliding across the cold, polished floor. When there was no response, you scoffed. It was loud enough for them to hear, but it wasn’t like they cared. They were simply following orders like mindless robots. It was as if it was their input.

After passing through several corridors and riding multiple elevators, you finally found yourself being dragged along to a dimly lit dining room. The layout was nothing fancy. A large table and chairs to go along with it. On one end sat Vader. He still donned his pitch-black suit, with his eyes trained on you. The way his hair fell around his face and the way his Adam’s Apple bopped as he gazed at you— it was to swoon over. You were made to sit opposite him. You didn’t dare move. You knew he could end me with the flick of his fingers.

“I hope you have an appetite.” Maker, his voice. It was rough yet smooth, velvety yet rigid… you were drowning in the octaves.

“Not much of an appetite when I’ve just been taken hostage.” No, you couldn’t give in. He was handsome to be sure, but he was still a ruthless sith.

“Hostage? You’re not a hostage, love.” Love. What was he playing at?

“I’m… not?” Your eyebrows were furrowed along with a scrunch of your nose.

“Hostage implies you’re here against your will and that I await someone to negotiate for you… I plan to keep you.” Though his words seemed daring and almost devious, his facial expression and tone told you a different story. He was a wall. Cold and without feeling. He seemed serious and determined.

“Why me? How did you know my father? Why did you want my family killed?” You furrowed your eyebrows. His gaze remained fixed on you, as he breathed heavily and got up from his seat. His boots hit the floor in a threatening manner. When he stopped in front of you, his gloved hand held your chin softly. So soft that you almost felt comfortable in his presence.

“Curiosity killed the cat, princess.” As you let your head be lifted ever so gently, you saw the stark contrast between his touch and his demeanour. His stare was blank and icy. It was as if no life existed behind his eyes. Eyes that were otherwise so… never mind.

“Luckily, I’m not a cat,” Bold. Quite bold. Did you care? No. You had about as much control over him as he did you. He wasn’t going to kill you. No, if he wanted to, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. He wanted to wed you. To have you as his bride. As sickening as the idea of that was, at least you wouldn’t die anytime soon.

“You’re quite carefree for someone who’s lost her entire family and been taken against her will.” You could’ve sworn you saw a faint smirk swiftly make an appearance before being washed out by his brooding expression.

Oh, but there was something about his face. It did seem familiar. You couldn’t place your finger on it. There wasn’t anything that stood out in particular, but oh there was something about his face.

“I’m talking to you,” he spoke in a rough voice, before tightening his grip on your face, burying his fingers into your cheeks

“I’m not scared of you, Sith.” A grin. His lips contorted into a wide smile as he let out a scoff,

“You’ve got moxie. I’ll give you that.” Your eyes met his. Force, if I had ever seen a man—

“Moxie? I beg to differ. Why would I be scared of a lowly Sith Lord like you? You’re not even the emperor. Are you even strong enough to—”

“Princess,” he breathed as he snaked his hand tightly around your neck, the pads of his fingers snuggled themselves into your soft skin. The tension was palpable. It could be cut with a knife. The way you continued to defy him and resist him…he hated it. You were such a pretty little thing, but so stubborn too. Too set in your ways.

“We all have our… limits. You’re starting to test mine, your highness.” Something about him addressing you as ‘highness’ clashed so hard with the circumstances you found yourself in; it gave you whiplash.

“I want answers…” your whisper came out shaky. Not because you were starting to lose your footing. No, it was his grip on your throat. If anything, you almost found him humorous. He was creating a paradox and running around in circles; essentially embarrassing himself.

“I don’t want to give you any.” You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. His logic was deeply flawed and there was no wrapping your head around where it started or ended. It was a mess. A tangled mystery for you to sit and braid together to form a clear path.

“I don’t want to marry you, but here we are.”

“Let me rephrase. I can’t.” His gaze diverted to the floor. He was clearly struggling. Either to recall or decide whether or not to do so.

“I don’t understand.” Your throat was slowly released, as he walked towards the door to the room.

“Can you at least tell me why you chose me? Out of all the women in this galaxy… Why me?” Your feet had somehow carried you off to go after him. He walked with purpose through several corridors, taking swings and turns to try and throw you and the question off.

“Please?” Admittedly, you were getting impatient. Desperate.

“Say, would you like to know how I went about ending your father’s life?” He suddenly turned around with a menacing look on his face. It wasn’t maniacal. It was as if you were staring into a blank wall.

“Excuse me?” What the hell is wrong with him? Your eyes darted to the floor before you lifted your head back up to meet his.

“I asked you if you wanted to know how I killed your father. How I—“

“No, I heard you the first time. How does that have anything to do with my question?” He smirked for a moment before his smile faltered,

“You’re completely unphased. Didn’t think the king was that much of a horrible father.” How could he address your father like that? With that knowledge? How did he know your father like that?

“Yeah, well… he was. So give me an answer to my question. Why me?” The two of you stopped in front of a large white door. It had a face recognition lock on it.

“Because… I know you.” His voice dropped an octave as he stared at your reaction. You weren’t shocked, just confused.

He scanned his face and the entrance to a dark room was revealed. You were just about to follow him before he turned around,

“Do you wish to retire with me for the night?” What? Your brow bunched up together and you lightly shook your head,

“No… of course not.”

“Then I suggest you stop following me.” A grin was apparent on his lips.

“Evening, princess.” The door closed behind him and you were left standing there; completely dumbfounded. However, this unlocked a window for you to walk around freely, trying to find a way to escape. There didn’t seem to be any stormtroopers around. Marrying a Sith was that of nightmare fuel. It didn’t matter how gorgeously his hair fell around his face and how his scar elevated his overall appearance. He was a Sith Lord.

You needed to find a way out. By all means necessary.

To be continued…

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