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weixuldo · 1 year

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Regrets

anakin x f!reader

based on an this ask by @divxnee

(i’ve never written a pregnant reader, soooo bear w me pls hahah, also i’m sorry if this is a little sloppy, im jot the best with time jumping stories)

Fleeing order 66 with a baby on the way is probably as fun as it sounds.

(_____ indicate time jumps (flash back or present))

f/n=friend’s name

warnings: death, cannon typical violence, birth, cursing, implied sex, depiction of injury

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The dreadful sound of blasters and the chaotic struggles of jedi filled the temple. This was unimaginable; the Jedi Temple under attack, clones flooding in, and so many of your confidantes fighting for their lives. Never had you imagined that the order would fall.

Only a few hours earlier, you were strolling along one of the many balconies of the beautiful establishment, humming sweetly to the child in your belly.

You worked in the archive department helping jedi knights develop research portfolios for upcoming missions. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself part of the order, but you did spend most of your time around other jedi.

As a child you were classified as force sensitive, but your parents didn’t want to put you in danger, so they didn’t enroll you in the academy.

Around a year ago, a duo of Jedi were assigned to a mission that required research from your sector of the archives. You were presented with a bearded master and his taller padawan; Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.

Of course all Jedi were heroes and almost larger than life, but you didn’t expect to be so starstruck by the duo.

You remembered giggling giddily when you heard they were who was being assigned to your sector. Your job required work with all kinds of Jedi, so you knew how to appear calm and collected, but something in your mind told you they were special.

You met Kenobi briefly a few years back when he was researching for his Kamino Mission under your advisor Jocasta Nu. But you never had the chance to formally meet his younger, more wild padawan. Yes, you had seen him in the halls of the library and you had made…intense… eye contact with him, but never spoke.

The first time they came in you made sure you were wearing your best robes; their pattern resembled that of head librarian, Jocasta, but were shorter in length and showed off more of your figure.

The men entered and greeted you formally, but you saw the lingering gaze general Skywalker gave you.

As the research sessions began, you found yourself becoming more and more compelled to the enigma that was Anakin Skywalker.

He was skilled in combat and strategy; he was the best star pilot in the galaxy for makers sake!

He was as handsome as he was talented; his sparkling blue eyes, his broad shoulders, the way his dimples appeared when he would smile at you…

But that was only half of the appeal, his personality was golden; he had so much passion for everything he did, research, combat, romance….

Jedi were not to form attachments, which, technically he succeeded in. But for the time being, he was quite… present.

You remembered his flirty remarks and all of the secret touches the two of you shared while Obi-Wan was deep in his research. You knew it couldn’t last- he was a jedi after all- but you enjoyed it while you could.

Sometimes he would come to the archives late at night to log “additional reading” and you would happen to be working the night shift.

Those sessions against the hidden bookshelves in the deepest sects of the archives were the most alive you had ever felt.

His soft lips against yours, the way his robes would brush against your thighs when he went down on you, the feel of his hair entangled in your fingers. Not to mention the way his mechanical hand would grip onto your waist as he fucked himself into you.

Maker, those nights were the best.

As things continued and the two of you became closer, he would often find himself at your door after long days of training or missions. You would welcome him into your home, feed him, and hold him in your arms until the early hours of the morning when he’d have to sneak out and get ready for the day.

You found yourself falling further and further for a man that could not be yours.

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A blaster shot landed uncomfortably close to where you were standing and a scream escaped you.

You were accompanied by a jedi whom you called your friend, he reached for your hand to pull you into another corridor away from the main fighting stage.

You followed, praying that you and your unborn child would survive. Everything in the temple seemed to stop when you felt a searing pain in your abdomen; the baby was coming.

You cried out and your friend whipped his head around, “Y/N!”.

With one hand you gripped onto your stomach and attempted to hold yourself up on a banister with the other.

“Please- H-help..” You begged

He swung an arm around you to help you to a more secluded room (there was no chance the two of you would make it out of the temple if you tried to flee).

Once the two of you entered an old training room, he gently laid you down on a training mat. You clenched your jaw as more contractions came- you knew you were due any day, but the stress of the siege definitely brought on the labor.

He sat between your legs and began coaxing you through the labor. You cried and cried, not only was this excruciatingly painful, but your world was under attack and this baby that you would deliver, may not even see the light of a new day.

Also you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Anakin, where was he? Did the clones kill him already? Was he protecting the younglings? Was he safe?

Not that he deserved your worries after what he did, but you just couldn’t deny the fact that you had fallen for him.

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After a particularly taxing mission, you found a banged up Anakin at your door at midnight. He was leaning against the doorway, cuts and bruises everywhere,

“Hey, Angel”.

You hurried him in and tended to his wounds, “You need to be more careful, you idiot”.

“I got back in one piece, that's all that matters right? Plus only one piece of me really matters for us” he joked, motioning to his crotch, but it made you more upset than anything.

“Anakin. You know that’s not true, you know I-”

He stopped your words with a shake of his head, “No, You know I can’t- we can’t…”

You brushed a stray piece of brown hair out of his face and responded, “Yes, I’m aware of your restrictions, but it doesnt change how I feel for you and I won’t lie and act like I don’t love you”

Maybe it was the exhaustion or maybe he reciprocated, but that night he allowed you to love him the way you wanted. That night, he too, reveled in your body, your mind, and your beauty.

“What are you doing to me?” he said, pulling you closer to his chest, once the two of you were finally settled down.

“Nothing you haven't already done to me” you responded, kissing him on the forehead.

His blue eyes blinked open and met yours, “I want to y/n…maker, you know I do…”

You didn't need to ask what he meant by that, you knew he meant love. You knew he couldn't, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. So instead you nodded to him.

“it’s alright, Ani… it’s ok”

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Weeks later you found yourself feeling odd, so you went to the clinic.

You were pregnant.

The nurses congratulated you, but you were more worried about what would happen if you told the father. You were delighted to have created a life with Anakin, but you were so afraid to tell him… what if he hated you?

In time, there was no way to hide your swollen belly from anyone, especially not the jedi you had been fraternizing with for the past few months. The two of you went on avoiding the subject, until one day he broke the silence.

“y/n, i can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” you responded, trying to keep the conversation under wraps.

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t fucking full with a child.” he snapped.

“Well, I don’t see the problem”

“We both know it's my child…. I’m not allowed attachments and this child..”

“What Anakin? You won't be able to be a present father? Don’t you think I already knew that?! You can’t say you care for anyone, so why would I expect you to be there for this child?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, you don’t understand how it would feel to want to love something you couldn’t”

“Yes I do!” you yelled.

“Don’t fucking tell me that I don’t know how it feels! I’ve loved you since the first time you came to my door, Anakin. I know you can’t have attachments, but even so, I love you with my whole being!”

He breathed in and a look of sadness washed over his beautiful features.

“y/n, our mission is over so we won’t need to research…I think when our studies end, so should we”

There it was.

What you had been praying you wouldn’t have to hear.

It was over.

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With a final push, you felt your child exit and enter the world. You leaned back and relaxed your tense body, your friend wrapped the child and handed it over to you. You examined the child, it was a girl, a healthy baby girl.

Her cries softly subsided as you held her and kissed her head. Your friend cut the cord and helped clean you and the baby up.

The two of you sat in silence as the blaster fire and shouts of other jedi filled the halls outside. You looked over at your friend to thank him, but he was turned away from you and seemed to be shaking a little.

“f/n?” you called to him, worried.

Before you knew it he had swiftly turned towards you and plunged a dagger into your abdomen. You didn’t understand… why?

As you looked at him with wide eyes, he clenched his jaw, “I’m sorry, y/n… I-I’m so sorry”.

He took his dagger from your side and you slumped over, clutching the bleeding wound with your free hand. Your baby started crying as you tried to hold her with your other hand.

“f/n… I don’t.. W-why?”

“The jedi a-are corrupt, we must exterminate all remnants of the order so our new empire may rise”

The jedi snatched your daughter out of your arms and you screamed.

“every remnant of the order….” he exclaimed as he was about to kill your daughter.

In the blink of an eye the man was simultaneously shot by blasters and sliced by a blue saber.

As he fell you saw a hooded figure behind him, he looked familiar, but in your compromised state, you couldn’t quite tell.

“y/n!” the man exclaimed

Anakin.

“A-anak-” you stuttered before a sharp pain shot through your body.

He dropped his saber, grabbed the child, and ran to gather you into his arms. He looked into your eyes as he handed you the baby

“She yours” you managed, smiling slightly.

“Anakin I was so worried they k-killed yo-”

A squadron of troopers raced in, blasters at the ready; you gasped and tried to shield your child, but no shots ever came.

Instead, Anakin ordered them away and they followed his instruction, calling him “general Skywalker”...was he a part of this?

Slowly you turned your head to face him, “A-anakin?”

He forced the doors closed with his gloved hand and cast his gaze back onto you; his eyes softened as he saw you holding your daughter.

“y/n, I’ll get you out of here”

“No, no, they’ll kill me” you cried

“I won’t let them, come on you’ll be ok” he said

You shook your head weakly and moved your hand to show him the large pool of crimson blood that stained your robes and the floor beneath you.

“I don’t think I’ll make it out of this one, Ani” you tried to smile.

“No, NO! Please y/n! You have to!”

“Please take care of our daughter, Ani” you managed before your body fell limp in the former jedi’s arms.

Your daughter was silent as she slid out of your arms onto the floor beside you; her head propped up on your side.

“I love you…” Anakin whimpered out as he clutched your lifeless body to his chest.

He took a deep breath and let out a guttural cry that could be heard all across the temple.

For so long he denied his feelings and pushed you away, but when he finally tried to tell you his feelings, he was too late.

He loved you , he loved you during his research, he looked forward to taking you as his wife as soon as the order had been destroyed, but here you were, dead…. Because of him.

The sith that killed you was one that he and Palpatine had been working with… he killed you because of the ideology that Palpatine preached. The same ideology Anakin followed.

how could he have done this to you?

You were worried about Anakin's safety, even after he had been so cruel to you and your feelings…

You believed he was good. You thought he was saving lives, not taking them.

Now what was he left with? Guilt and misery.

The baby next to him began to cry and he remembered that was his child. His and yours.

You would live on through this child. He gathered her into his arms and comforted her. She could have been killed too…and it would have been his fault.

He wailed as he rocked his baby girl, what had he done?

Maker…what had he done?

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a/n: I hope this was good!! i tried to make it romantic yet angsty, also in this story we’re gonna pretend that padme isn’t his love interest and that he was looking forward to taking you with him as the jedi order fell.

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finniigan · 2 years

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Hes just a pretty boy <3 and a war criminal <3

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silas-png · 1 month

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guys im drawing anakin skywalker cause i love him sm

also wip :)

#art #digital art #character art #artist #fanart #star wars #star wars fanart #anakin skywalker #sith anakin #anakin fanart #wip #current wip

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ewokmurderbear · 7 months

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sith anakin is kinda scary, just sayin

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iggy5055 · 1 year

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Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 1

Suitless Vader, Vader uncrispy

Summary: (Y/N) is taken away from her remote home planet and forced to spend the rest of her life with the new emperor.

Warnings: death, fear, yandere, obsessed, manipulation, gore

Peace, peace was a hard thing to come by now-a-days , close to non-existent and it was an even harder think to keep. The empire had completely taken over in just a few month, completely and total control over the inner rim and quickly making their way out to the mid rim. No one was safe and no one had hope, not anymore, but who could really blame them.

First the clone wars, long, tiresome, painful, always to risk to be caught in a battle, be killed by a droid or even taken as a slave in the aftermath. Then the final battle, all seemed to go well, hope started to swell in everyone who was apart of the Republic, Only for things to crumble horribly, first the rumours of the Jedi trying to assassinate the Chancellor Palpatine, a man beloved by many, then the rise of the Empire ruled by the newly anointed Emperor Palpatine.

The thing is that my planet was as back water as you could get, if you wanted to hide then this was the place to do it, a down side to this though was that news as slow as heck so it was almost a month till we learned of the final battle that ended Count Dooku and the end of the war. It didn't take us long till we where told about the rise of the Empire with the rise of our Emperor and his right hand who no one had ever heard of.

It was a good thing we had a lot of pirates, bounty hunters, and even just some travellers come here to relax and re-fuel their ships because without them we wouldn't get a majority of our information. But what shocked us all the most was when we heard that the emperors right hand had killed Emperor Palpatine and taken his title.

Some where relived, some where scared. The former Emperor had been kind, not doing anything to warrant such hate but some though that he would have turned out to be a horrible man after a few years, many thought his right hand couldn't be any better.

I didn't really feel much regarding the constant changing of plans, I wasn't directly effected by it, none of us were really. We just whet about our days like normal, do our jobs, take care of our familys, on the days we heard about a a new innocent planet being taken over all we would just thought ‘oh, well that's to bad.’ and just moved on.

In my case I worked with my family in our little tavern/inn. we where always the first ones to get news, mostly by bounty hunters, they would come here and stay a night or two, usually waiting to get payed. Being the one;y daughter to my mum and dad I was the waitress and I would lead the people staying at the inn to their rooms, witch meant I was the first to ever get any information. Me or the man who owns the fuel depo.

It was peaceful, but like I said peace is the hardest thing to keep.

It started like any other day, I woke up before anyone else, cleaned the tavern and started to get food ready for the hungry bounty hunters and travellers who stayed at the inn that night and that I could already hear getting up and walking on the wooden planks that make up my roof and their floor.

One of our regulars in the tavern, but never the inn, Cad Bane was alway one to enjoy a good meal.

After a few minutes the food was warm and drinks where cold and tables where clean when my first customer came in, but not one I was expecting.

Really high up bounty hunter like him came around a lot since the rise of the Empire, being hired by said Empire to hunt their enemies and the Jedi, most of whom hid in the outer rim, so our planet just at the edge of the mid rim was a good place to stop, rest and fuel up.

Bane was the best of the best but never took work from the empire, but his work did seem to move more to the outer rim now that wanted people needed to hide even more.

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

Despite me being twenty years old he always called me ‘kiddo’ but to be far he was in his mid fifties... I think.

His voice was modulated and gruff, definitely the voice of a bounty hunter in his fifties but regardless of how harsh and gruff he sounded his tone was still friendly, probably because I gave him alcohol.

“Hi Bane. Usual?”

He sat down at the bar I was currently working at and nodded sighing deeply and leaning back into the chair, happy to be off his feet.

I turned to the kitchen right behind the bar and grabbed a plate of nuna and water. He usually liked hard liquor but I imagine he never drinks water and even Duros need water.

I set down the plate and cup in front of him, He took a bite of his meat and when he reached for his drink he realized what it was and looked up at me un-impressed.

“I would bet you never drink anything but hard liquor, hard liquor dosen't keep an old man like you at his top game.”

He barded his teeth, more like fangs at me, but took a sip none-the-less.

Bane was harsh, I never would have done something or said something like that before when I first met him during the clone wars. I knew who he was, a bounty hunting Duros with two custom blasters and a hat with the biggest rim in the entire galaxy was easy to recognize.

He came in the evening, luckily my parents where in the tavern with me. since I turned seventeen I was the one who took care of the inn and the tavern being a much warmer person then my mother and an extraordinary cook. Mum mostly cleaned and prepped the inns rooms, she was always a neat freak, a hard women who had a 'no one can do it better than me' kind of attitude. But despite her hard exterior she was very warm on the inside. My dad was also just like my mum, harsh outside sweet inside, he had a nack for hunting and growing, he would grow all our vegetables and fruits himself. You'd never think it to look at him but he had quite the green thumb.

It had already gotten dark, a few customers where still around when he came in, every conversation when silent and everyone shifted at the change of mood in the air. He came in, sat in one of the booths in the corners and waited for me to come over and take his order. For a solid five minutes of me shaking in fear once I realized who he was till my mum gave me a harsh shove in his direction forcing me to go over and take his order.

I fumbled over my own feet and my words, by the time I had gotten everything out, welcoming him and asking if he wanted anything to eat or drink I had already made a huge fool of myself. My cheeks red as a tomato.

He stared at me for a minute making me all the more scared. I shifted on my feet a little, never looking him in the eye.

Finally he said something, well, he chuckled at me. Low and quiet but still plenty amused.

“Don't worry girly’ I won't bite ya’.”

I relaxed a little, his tone was light and playful, besides he had no reason to hurt me.

I nodded but still didn't say anything.

“Get me some nuna and the hardest liquor you have.”

I nodded and when to get what he wanted. We had plenty on nuna but we didn't really have hard liquor. Most of the townsmen liked beer or ale but every bounty hunter seemed to like a wider variety of alcohol mostly different kinds of hard liquor.

I got his meat and a mug of our hardest ale, I gave it to him, but before he could comment on his drink I spoke first, rather meekly but still loud enough he could hear.

“I’m sorry about the drink, we don't have any hard liquor, this ale is the hardest thing we have.”

I keep my head down, not wanting to piss him off in any way. to my surprise however he took sip and didn't hate it.

‘Not what I normally get but still good.”

I lifted my head and smiled out of relief, glad I wasn't going to get shot. I nod at him in silent thanks.

‘Thank you sir, we are getting a shipment of hard liquor soon because of all the bounty hunters like yourself who come here now-a-days, if you ever had to come back we will have a much wider variety for you.”

He nods and I turn to leave. He left after he was done eating and we didn't see him for another two months. When he came back again I was the only one in the tavern, mum prepping the rooms upstairs and dad out on a hunt.

This time he came over to the bar. I turned around for the hot table we had just bought to replace a broken stove, it was much better then the stove and much bigger. Instead of just four elements to cook on now I had a whole table, it was awesome. I gasped a little when I saw him again but I wasn't scared or frozen in place, more just shocked, I didn't think I would see him again.

He gave me a nod in greeting.

“Kiddo’.”

I nodded back.

“Same thing as last time, but with some real hard liquor.”

He gave me a smirk and I laughed a bit and turned around to cook him his meat and grab some hard liquor I think he might like, I got out a brandy, whisky and rum placing the bottles in front of him.

“Any preference?”

He pointed at the whisky.

“Straight.”

I nodded turn to finish up his order.

After that he came in every other month till the rise of the Empire, know I saw him about three times a month.

I was polishing some cups, having nothing else to do, the food done being prepped ahead of time, i just needed to wait for it to heat up and having no one else in the tavern to serve I had to busy my hands with something.

“Empires getting’ ballsy.”

I look up at him and tilt my head to the side, he didn't normally chat with me aside from some important news and rumours, which if he was telling me weren't rumours but truths, Bane wasn't the kind of man to waist words on rumours or things he deemed unimportant.

“Oh?”

He nodded again, swallowing some nuna.

“Yeah, some say the new Emperor going from planet to planet trying to find a women for himself.”

He looked up at me, I knew what he was getting at but I just laugh a little and shook my head head down and eyes closed, thinking what he was insinuating was ridiculous.

“Bane, come on, if he is looking for a woman he's looking a noble girl or princess, do I look like either?”

My tone was playful and light, dramatically flipping my hair like I was some royal brat.

He rolled his red eyes at my antics.

“No chance.”

He said gruffly. I laughed again going back to polishing the cups.

“Even so, he won't come here, we don't have anyone royal, just a bunch of small farming and mining villages littered all over the planet, come to think of it, I don't think we even have a senator.”

He looked up at me again,

“You sure talk like a royal brat, just missing the royal part.”

I laughed again, this little banter with him was always fun.

“Mum made sure I had an education, learned lots of fancy words.”

He rolled his eyes again. I never know from his eyes, having a lack of pupils made it a little hard but his eyelids gave it away. Moving up a little every time.

He didn't say anything after that, just finishing his meal, a few more people started to make they're way down to grab some breakfast.

After I served a few people I went to go do some newly made dishes. Just before I made my way to the other side of the bar a big cold hand grabbed my upper arm. I looked up to see Bane staring at me silently.

“Be carful, kiddo. Girls like you are few and far between.”

I smirked and put my free hand up to my chest, face gasping in shock.

“Is that an actual compliment Mr. Bane?”

He rolled his eyes again and handed me some credits.

“Later, little lady. I expect to see you here the next time I'm back.”

Rolling my eyes for the umpteenth time I scoff at him.

“I don't have anywhere else to be.”

And with that he left.

The rest of the day when on like normal, flirty customers and funny regulars, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing wrong.

Most my age hated our lifestyle, alway wanting more, never having enough but I was happy. No one on this planet was ever hungry and we where always safe and we knew how to do hard work, that was more than most of the galaxy had had in hundreds of years.

Little did I know my life would crumble in a matter of days.

I woke up early, just like everyday but today was different, Once a month we got a shipment of foreign food and alcohol. We didn't have a capital but our biggest city did have a port that we got our delivery's from. I had to go pick up our delivery today.

I got our our old speeder bike that wasn't all that speedy anymore and hooked our little trailer to it. But in all honesty I didn't really need to go very fast, and once I had my cargo if I went to fast it would spill all over the place.

My parents where still in bed, they both had me late in their marriage so while I was just twenty they where in there sixties and loved to sleep in, besides I did most of the work in the tavern, they needed the extra sleep, besides most oir patrons wouldn't be up till the afternoon so why wake them up?

I left a note and grabbed a sandwich for lunch later and hung a sign saying no food till the evening when I would be back. I wasn't too worried there was another food place in our small little village me and the cook there often shared recipes so we where always on good terms.

As I get closer and closer to the ‘capital’ something felt odd. nothing looked wrong, it was probably going to rain tonight, the sky was a light grey and you couldn't see the blue sky anymore but it wasn't the grey clouds that felt foreboding.

The trip to the ‘capital’ was scenic. lush trees and plant life, sun light coming down in beautiful rays making it seem like a fairy-tail. I loved the forest. Our planet was covered in them, that and our tall mountains to the north that we mined from. No dura steel or anything like that, but beautiful crystals and some coal. Nothing of real interest however.

I ignored it and kept going, I was probably just being paranoid with the now darker grey sky dampening my mode, but I should hurry and get my cargo so that my mood is the only damp think.

I make my way over to the port, my shipping order in hand to give to the pilot. I was really early, people just starting to start working here, usually I stayed longer but with rain I should probably get back soon, guess the guests at the inn may get lunch after all,

Being so early I arrived at the port just as the cargo ship landed. I went over to the pilot Anthony, we never were able to talk long but he always knew who I was.

I smiled brightly and waved but he lacked his usual pep. He was always pretty playful and joking but this time he seemed, almost anxious.

“Mornin’ Anthony.”

He nodded but didn't say anything, I handed him my shipping order so he new what crate of stuff was mine. As we waited for the droids to bring out the crate I couldn't help but get more worried.

“Whats wro-”

Before I could finish my sentence I was interrupted by a scream and the sound of... an ion engine.

I look up, my face dropping completely. Right above us emerging from the clouds was three of the biggest ships I had ever seen. Clearly owned by the Empire the one in the middle much bigger than the others, I bet its shadow covered the entire town.

My hand covered my mouth, this was crazy, three giant ships? here? why would there need to be three? such a unpopulated planet like this, one of those ships would be enough to bring enough solders to cover the planets populated areas three times over. the solders would probably outnumber out whole planets population five to one. But three ships, the number would probably more like for every one person there would be fifteen solders.

The port was at the edge of the city, only having forest for hundreds miles, the closet other village being mine. We watched as the biggest of the ships landed onto the forest. Completely decimating it. Destroying it for generations to come.

I couldn't stop shaking. Why three ships? Why here? And for makers sake what would we have to offer the Empire?

I as frozen in place till Anthony shook me. I turned to look at him as the ginormous ramp to the ship started to lower.

“You need to leave. NOW.”

His words where hard. He was right whatever this was I needed to warn my parents. we might even have to leave. By the time I am able to move my feet again the ramp had already lowered to the ground with huge groups of stormtroopers marching down it, but that wasn't what scared me.

The storm troopers all wore white, but in front of them all was one man. he was impossible to not notice and impossible to not know who he was. pitch black armour, a mask that seemed to cut through your very soul, foot steps that seemed to shake the planet itself to its core and breathing as foreboding as you could get.

It was the Emperor, a man who possessed a demanded attention. Impossible to ignore, even more impossible to not be afraid. only a crazy man wouldn't be scared of him.

I was almost in tears, so scared and so confused, Why would he come here. Bane mentioned finding a women, maybe he was here for slaves.

Just before I could speed off I felt eyes on me. I looked over my shoulder to him. It was impossible to tell with his helmet and mask covering him, but I swear he was looking at me, burning a hole in me with his eyes.

Before I could even think I was racing away as fast as the bike would let me, terrified.

The second I got home a few hours later I was still in tears, I couldn't stop them. I had never felt fear like this. the fear I felt now made the fear I felt for Bane when I first met him seemed like nothing.

I rushed inside, not even bothering to hold in my fear. No one was in the tavern, most gone to their next bounty or finding food elsewhere .

“MUM, DAD!!!”

“(Y/N)?!”

My voice was breaking, so scared I was just a sobbing mess, not knowing what else to do. I collapse on the floor shaking like a leaf when my mum came rushing in.

She was worried, scared seeing me like this. She rushed over taking my trembling form in her arms and holding me close to her chest. Her heart as beating fast, but not as fast as mine. I thought it would explode from the stress and kill me before I could even warn her.

“Shhh, sweetheart, what's wrong, who hurt you?”

She started to look all over my body for any injuries but got confused when she didn't see any.

“H-he is he-here.”

My voice was hoarse from all my sobbing, I couldn't help my fearful stutter.

“Who, sweetheart, who?”

I griped onto her shirt so hard I probably left holes in it my knuckles and most of my hand white, probably as pale as my face.

“The Emperor.”

Her eyes widened. She probably would have thought I was joking if I wasn't on the ground sobbing and shaking. thinking I was just playing some kind of sick joke.

Just before she could say something my dad came rushing into the room.

“The Empire Is here.”

Dads face was almost as pale as mine was, the colour slowly draining out of my mums face as it dawned on her.

“We need to leave.”

Dad started to run around grabbing things we might need.

“How, with what ship?”

“I don't know but it doesn't matter, we need to leave before more come, them being here is already to much, we need to leave, NOW.”

Moms face dropped even more, she must have known what that meant while I was still a scared shaking mess on the floor.

“You don't think that there isn't already a blockade of some kind around the planet they won't let anyone leave, and leaving right when the emperor gets here is much too suspicious.

“Well we have to try something!”

I couldn't make out their yelling after that, the ringing in my ears getting far to loud now. I have no idea how long it was till I felt my dad strong arms and calloused hands pick me up and walk out of our tavern only to freeze and go stiff as a rock, becoming as cold as one to.

I look up confused, why were we just standing in the doorway. I look over at mum and she was just like dad, stiff and cold, frozen in place like she was ice, her eye unmoving but focused. I look up to dad again seeing his eyes the exact same way. I look ahead and almost screamed. Right in front of us was a battalion of black armoured stormtroopers and the Emperor himself, starting right back.

Still in my dads arms I could feel my breath catch in my throat. My eyes wide.

Why? Why here. This planet was absurd enough for him to come to, but our small little village, only full of farmers or bounty hunters and travellers passing through. No one had moved here in the past almost thirty years so they wouldn't be hunting someone.

The only possible reason would be he was looking for slaves. A weak planet, an even weaker village, we where a perfect target. Meek and docile and hard working. Perfect slaves.

At the realization fresh tears slid down my pale cheeks. I would be separated from my parents and probable tortured. I felt my dad put me down to the ground. If he didn't hold onto my upper arms my knees would have buckled under me and i'd fall to the floor in tears. Dad handed me over to mum, her moving me behind my father holding me up, pressing me into her side.

Staring back at me was the Emperor. I didn't know how I knew but I just did. The mask made it impossible to truly tell but while the black stormtroopers where staring at my dad ready to take aim at the giant of a man in front of them.

My dad was huge. About six foot three and very wide. Years of work hardening his muscles. To look at he was very intimidating but in reality he was a gentle giant who get uncomfortable with the sight of blood. Feeling a little safer and a little brave I peered past him a little only to freeze in place again all that bravery disappearing in a second.

Slowly the Emperor came closer, I felt like throwing up only to remember I never ate my sandwich so there was nothing to throw up aside from stomach acid. As he got closer I realized how tall he was Just a foot shorter them my dad, also a giant of a man in his own right, at least to me. I only came up to the bottom of my dads chest with the emperor I was the same height as his chest.

The hight difference only made me more scared. He was also wide, ripped with muscles. Despite what looked like ridiculously heavy armour you could tell how strong he was. He was right in front of my dad now, it was all the more obvious he was looking at me now, his head tilted downward and to the side to peer around my dad to look at me. As we stared at each other I became aware of his loud breathing through his helmet.

I tried to back away a little, both wanting to put some distance between myself and the most powerful man in the galaxy, lowering my head in the process realizing it was probably rude to stare and not wanting to piss him off.

But as I try to move I found the second I moved one foot back and started to move my head down an invisible force seemed to wrap around me. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortably tight. It forced me to stay in place, looking up at him.

“Name.”

I almost didn't register he was talking, so distracted by the invisible think keeping me in place.

Everyone knew what a Jedi was and what the force was and that the Jedi are force sensitive and had a special connection to it. Being able to do extraordinary things. I had no doubt in my mind that this was the force, which only made me all the more scared. He could snap my neck with just his mind.

His voice was so deep but not gravely like Bane’s, it was very smooth.

Realizing silence wasn't the best option with my new revelation I opened my mouth to speak only for dad to bet me to it.

“My name is Dex, this is my wife Luma and our daughter (Y/N).”

For the first time he broke away from my gaze, opting instead to look at my dad but the force didn't pull away, it only seemed to get tighter when his gaze lingered on dad making me squeak in pain a little.

The second the unwilling sound came out of my chapped lips the feeling loosened immediately. The Emperors eyes on my once more. Suddenly I felt a hand? Nothing was there but it felt like a hand was stroking my cheek lovingly, like mum would do when I got sick as a kid, I couldn't help but relax a little.

“May I ask why you honour us with your presence my lord?”

Dad sounded so formal, clearly knowing not to piss him off and show him the respect a man of his station demanded. However the second he spoke a black stormtrooper came closer, his trigger finger clearly itching.

“Do not speak to the Emperor unless spoken to.”

Their voice was hard, seething with entitlement and power. I realized I still couldn't move when I tried to grab the back of my dads shirt wanting to feel some semblance of safety.

The Trooper had his gun against my dads head, all my dad did was stare at him. I tried to move to hug him, still unable to move, I cried out.

“NO! Please... pl-please don't hurt h-him... please.”

My voice was pathetic, pleading to whomever would listen to have mercy.

“Oh, (Y/N).”

I turned my head as much as I could to see my mum with her hand to her mouth and tears on her face. I hadn't even realized she was still here. It only made me more scared knowing someone else I loved was here and in possible danger.

I turned back to the Emperor and the trooper holding his gun up to my dads temple. If It wasn't too scary it would have been funny, the trooper being shorter than my dad so he had to reach up pretty far to have the barrel of the gun pressed to dads head.

“Please.”

My voice was pathetic, broken from crying and fear, begging the emperor for mercy.

The Emperor raised his hand, signalling to the trooper to lower his weapon. Without hesitation the trooper did. Clearly loyal to his Emperor. I breathed a sigh of relief as he fell back into formation with the other troopers only for my breath to stop when the emperor pushed past my dad and towered over me.

Dad didn't dare make a move but mum tired to come close to me again to hold me, fearing for her only child's life. But before she could get too close the Emperor shot his left hand out using the force to hold her in place, much like he was doing to me.

I still couldn't move but I could still turn my head to see her. She wasn't completely forced in place like me. She was holding her neck, she was breathing but it was clear the grip of the force was pretty tight. Tight enough to keep her in place.

I turned back to the Emperor, eyes brimming with even more tears I didn't even now I had, scared for my mums life.

I opened my mouth to beg again only for him to raise his right hand to my face. I thought he was going to slap me, put me in my place for daring to speak to him again without permission. But instead I felt his pointer finger press gently to my lips silencing any cry or pleas for mercy.

My eyes shot open, not expecting the gentle touch from the man I assumed would make me a slave. I gazed up at his helmet. The place where his eyes would be are covered by a very dark red, almost black visor. It would be impossible to tell if I wasn't so close to his face.

After a second he pulled away. His left hand still raised keeping mum in place and turned to dad, straightening a little. I didn't even realized he had to bend down to look at me. it only made me more scared. Everything about this man screamed power and intimidation. His heigh, his strength, his men, his ships and especially is ability to use the force. He was a man to fear.

“How much?”

My dad blinked, having been more focused more on his scared daughter and distressed close to choking wife.

“M-my lord?”

“Your daughter, I want her, but I will not leave you with nothing. How much do you want for her.”

I left out a sob, I didn't mean to, it just slipped out. If the force wasn't holding me up I would have colapsed onto the ground, my hands covering my face.

My dads looks over at me, fear plain as day in his eye. He would never give me away, but at the same time this was the Emperor of the entire galaxy, who was he to say no.

It was silent for a while the only sound being that of the Emperors breathing, me trying to hold back my sobs and mum trying not to choke as my dad was forced to make an impossible decision.

He could give me away and get a good pay out, giving us all a chance to live or he could say no and have all of us killed for defying the Emperor.

I understood. If he gave me away I would never hold it against him, never hate him. How could I. We are only human. It hurt but I would be happy knowing that they had survived this terrifying ordeal and got enough credits to live lavishly for one hundred life times.

“Dex... Dex no.”

Mums voice was hoarse from the force choking her, barely getting out the words.

Dad looked so scared, so conflicted and so mad at himself probably for entertaining the idea of giving away his only child for credits, ashamed he ever considered it in the first place.

He looked over at me, my eyes pleading with him to just do it. To stay alive and too have plenty of credits to live happily and easily the rest of their lives, tears brimming in my eyes.

“No.”

The words rocked me to my core, my heart stopping for just a second as I almost screamed at him. Begging him not to do anything stupid.

Before the Emperor could even do anything the trooper from before came back over. Kicking the back of dads knees forcing him down to the ground. Shoving his face into the ground with his boot.

I struggled against the force, trying to break free and run to my dad, wanting to shield him from the trooper ready to shoot him at a moments notice. Only to be held still, my effort pointless.

The man keeping me in place turned to me, staring at my tear stranded cheeks, not having anymore tears to even cry. Staring at my drained and withering body and I tried to break free.

“How dare you, you dare deny the Emperor, even after he offered you more credit than a skug like you ever deserved”

I pleaded for the trooper to stop to have mercy even directly begging the Emperor saying I would do anything he wanted if he just let my family go.

He never stoped looking at me, just staring. I felt naked under his gaze, exposed and weak. Pathetic.

Finally he turned away, looking back at my dad who's face was so close to his boot dad was practically kissing it.

“I’ll say it again, give me your daughter willingly and I will pay you handsomely, resist and I will kill your wife and make you watch, then kill you and take your daughter anyway.”

Dads eyes widened, even more scared now.

“No, no plea-.”

Mum begged again, only to be cut off by the force squeezing around her neck to tighten lifting her slightly off the ground, really choking her now.

“No, no please, please my lord have mercy on them, please. I’ll do anything... please.”

The last please was almost inaudible. Barely even a whisper.

Clearly tired of the silence from my dad his left hand that was still extended towards my mum went from a pincer shape to a closed fist, followed by a sickening snap.

Everything when silent, my eyes wide and my mind blank.

I looked over to my dad. His hand where tied behind his back with binders as he screamed and struggled, three more troopers having to come over and help hold him down. I saw he was screaming but I couldn't hear any sound as he fought tooth and nail to get out of the troopers grasp.

Suddenly I felt very light, the force had released me, Contrary to my thoughts I didn't fall, I just stood there. My brain had completely stoped working, not registering anything but the need to turn around. Something had happened and I needed to see.

I turned slowly I kept my eyes level but when I didn't see anything behind me I looked down.

There, about a foot away from me lay the body of my mother.

Suddenly all the noise hit my at once, my dad shouting profanity's at the Emperor who had just killed his beloved wife and at the troopers holding him down.

Her neck was twisted at a sick angle. Her once beautiful blue eyes open and dull. Lifeless.

I felt to my knees, crying out as I crawled over to my mum. I reached out for her, cradling her body in my arms, holding her close to my chest. Begging for this to be a bad dream. That I could wake up any second and be in my bed, my parents still safe and sound,

It took me a second to realize but I couldn't hear dad screaming anymore and I was cooler, like I was in a shadow, The only sound being that of my soft hiccups and loud breathing that didn't belong to me.

I look up at the Emperor. He was looming over me and my mums lifeless body, staring at me again.

I didn't dare say anything, just stared back, getting ready to beg for mercy again but the Emperor spoke up before I could.

“One last chance. Give me your daughter, I pay you and let you live or I kill you in front of my poor girls eyes and take her away anyway.”

He clearly wasn't talking to me but he never took his eyes off my trembling figure still wrapped in his shadow.

I look past him to see my dad completely restrained, unable to move with a gag in him mouth making it impossible to get any words out. How was he supposed answer?

Unable to answer, dad fought against the troopers and his binders with all his strength, a fury in his eyes I had never seem before.

The Emperor crouched down on one knee in front of me. Without a word he pried my cold hands away from my mums body. I struggled against him as much as I could, not ready to leave her. But my fight was pathetic, I was frail and weak from all the crying and fear, exhaustion hitting me all at once.

My weak attempts to get away from him and back to my mum was nothing to him.

He pulled me away from my mum. Lifting me in his arms like I weighed nothing. Hoisting me up to his hight with one arm. I grip onto his shoulders holding tightly onto his black cape, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

He lifted his free hand up to my cheek, stroking it lightly with his gloved thumb.

“You had your chance.”

I look at him in utter fear, snapping my head over to my dad trying to push away from the evil man holding me trying to run to my dad only for the hand under my thighs to tighten and the hand that was once on my cheek to wrap around me tightly keeping me pressed to his chest. Before I could do anything the sound of a blaster bolt rang through the air and my fathers body went limp with a burning hole in his skull.

I scream as loud as I possibly could. pushing as hard as I physically could trying to get to my dads limp body.

“Shhhhhh, little one, I have you... relax.”

And with that everything went black.

When I woke up I was surrounded by warm blankets, I breathed a sigh of relief, a bad bream, it was all just a bad dream. I almost let out a cry in relief, but I hold back, not wanting to wake up mum or dad. I curl up a little more, enjoying the feeling of my bed a bit more till I got up and had to work for the day. I move my head further into the pillow snuggling close only to freeze.

I started to shake, this wasn't my bed. My bed was comfortable, but not this comfortable.

I refused to open my eyes. I didn't want to admit where I probably was, and how my life had been shattered. I kept my eyes shut like they where vaults holding the most precious treasure, because if I opened them it felt like I was really saying goodbye.

Even with my eyes closed so tightly it didn't stop my tears of mourning slipping past my eye lids, my thoughts couldn't help going to my parents, I think of all the good times and the bad, all leading up to their brutal and cruel deaths by a mad man. I was all alone now and to make matters worse I have no idea where I am and I wasn't brave enough to open my eyes to find out.

I herd the whooshing of a door open behind me. I wanted to curl up even tighter in the foreign soft blankets, the atmosphere seemingly getting cooler. Not freezing, but enough to rase a few goosebumps.

I heard heavy foot steps coming over to me. I tried to calm my breathing to make it look as if I was peacefully sleeping but it must have been a pretty poor try considering I had tear stains on my cheeks. Once they left I would open my eyes and look around, figure out where I was and collect myself but I didn't want anyone in the Empire to see me like this, weakness wasn't something I wanted to show right now.

It was so quiet, too quiet, it had only been a few second but it was so quiet I almost forget he was there. How could someone be so quiet. The only reason I knew he was still there was because I didn't hear his heavy footsteps leave or the opening and closing of the door.

I lay as still as I could, not daring to move as the figure made its way towards me, standing right in front of my 'sleeping' body and just stood there, unmoving and still as stone.

The silence blanketed us, I started to break out in a cold sweat. If this kept up pretending to sleep was going to fail me if the look of me didn't already the stains on my cheeks and I was probably too stiff looking to seem peacefully asleep.

After what felt like several minutes of unbearable stillness -but was probably just a few seconds- I finally heard the shuffling of fabric followed by a heavy weight placed beside me. The stranger had sat down beside me.

I was still laying in a kind of fetal position, my knees where bend and tucked a little but not touching my stomach with my hands resting beside my head on the pillow. The stranger was right beside my stomach almost pressing against it

I stiffen a little as he sits not expecting him to do that, but I immediately relax as much as I can and try to get my breathing under control, hoping the stranger just thought that it was his siting down on the bed that jostled me a little.

After a few more moments of silence, what felt like a hard gloved hand finds its way into my hair. His hand lightly brushed through my hair, stroking my head gently. But despite the gentle calm touch I still flinched. Bad.

I had no Idea where exactly I was but I did know I was with the Empire after Emperor Vader had murdered both my parents in front of me. That was enough to want to gather my bearings alone and try not to freak out with someone from the Empire in the damn room.

A deep chuckle came from the man, It was powerful and even sexy, sending an unwilling pleasant shiver up my spine. His hand was clearly gloved, feeling leather like and hard, almost like the hand of a droid. It was a gentle and kind touch but hard none-the-less.

"I'd suggest you stop pretending, little one. Pretending to sleep won't work with me."

The voice was light in tone almost playful but his voice itself was deep, it sounded vaguely familiar yet so different at the same time.

I slowly open my eyes, know that I had been figured out. I rub my eyes a little trying to prevent any tears from falling. The mans fingers were still wrapped in my hair, I brushed my fingers on his arm a little accidentally. I bring my hand back down to my chest as quickly as I could. I shoot my eyes over to the man who sat beside me and I freeze.

My eyes where met with a strong torso, and the pitch black armour of the Emperor who killed my family. This couldn't be worse, I was in a room with the Emperor himself. This wasn't some random imperial officer it was the Emperor of the entire galaxy who ruined my life.

I couldn't help my shaking, a sob coming from my dry lips as salty tears wet my cheeks. I look further up, seeing his right arm extended to me, his hand in my hair to his broad chest to his face.

He didn't have his helmet on, that's why his voice was different, his vocalizer wasn't twisting his voice. Thats why it sounded vaguely familiar.

He had curly hair that went close to his shoulders, and amber eyes with red around the rim of his irises. He had a scar going down his right eye. He was very tall and clearly strong but he was also very young looking, close to my age, probably just a few year older.

He tilted his head to the side a little, a grin on his face. It wasn't mocking or insulting, more like looking at a scared kitten, which to be fair probably is what I looked like right now. He tsked at me, still running his fingers through my hair.

"No need to be so scared, little one. You are safe with me I swear."

His comforting words where lost on me. I only saw red. I grit my teeth and steel myself. All my fear disappearing. This man killed my parents in front of me and he calmed I was safe with him?

In a fit of anger and temporary bravery I hit his hand away as hard as I could ready to scream at him, but the back of my wrist was met with a ridiculously hard surface as I try to swipe him hand away.

I yelp and cradle my wrist in my right hand, holding it to my chest.

He tsk's as me again. I try to move away from this evil man only for him to grab me by the waist and yank me into his lap. I keep my hurt wrist close but I pound on his armoured chest with my uninjured hand. In hind sight, not a good idea. him being so well armoured, not like without his armour I could do anything to him but in all my grief I could think of nothing else to do.

"Le-t me go, you b-bastard let me g-go."

My voice was shaky from my tears but still clear.

You would expect someone so powerful like him to hit me back, yell and tell me to be quiet but he didn't. He held me close, wrapping his large arms around me holding me to his chest.

After a minute or two of beating on his chest he seemed to realize that I was hurting myself. I didn't care I didn't even notice the pain. Too angry to even realize.

He grasped my hand, his completely covering mine and my wrist.

"Come now, little one. You're hurting yourself."

He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly all over. My hand was in a hard fist and was covered in little bruises from hitting his armour.

"Your only hurting yourself, calm down, little one."

I didn't want to, maker I didn't but the second he spoke his words I felt something wash over me, a feeling that wasn't mine but controlled me regardless.

I relaxed completely, the Emperor kissed my bruised hand a few more times till I slipped it out of his grasp. It wasn't a hard hold, it was actually very light. I cradled both my hands to my chest and let silent tears fall.

'What's happening to me?"

I wasn't stuttering in sobs anymore, now I was just very quiet, quiet and pathetic.

The Emperor moved his hand to stroke my hair again, rocking back and forth lightly making sure not to make any sudden movements.

"You know of the force, yes, little one?"

I nod silently, I didn't want to give in, I really didn't, but what choice did I really have. I had no idea where I was or how to get away and my parents where know dead. I didn't have any other family so I had no where to go. Best to just play along till I could escape by myself.

"I am a force user, I can do many things with it, including coxing my beloved little one to calm down a little bit."

I felt calm, yes, but I was shaking like crazy. I was a scared lamb in a lions claws. I cling to my clothes only to realize they weren't even mine. I wasn't wearing my usual work clothes I was earlier, old and tattered from years of work but still as comfortable as ever. Now I was wearing a black gown. it was also very comfortable and very fancy but if felt so wrong.

It was long, going down to my ankles with a slit going up to my upper thigh. It had an open back, I could feel the cool leather of his arm on my back. It had thin straps and a dip in the chest that didn't leave much to the imagination. The straps almost looked like they would snap if I moved my shoulder too much.

I curled in on myself a little, feeling much more exposed than I wanted to, feeling all the more vulnerable. The gown wasn't very thick, it was very thin and flowy. It didn't hug my body tightly but being curled up in the Emperors lap made the fabric fold around me more then it would have.

I could feel my eyes well with tears but they wouldn't fall, no matter how much I wanted them too, like the force wasn't letting me cry, forcing me to feel 'calm'. But these emotions are not mine, it felt wrong, but it was too hard to resist. It was like a hand had wrapped around me, controlling everything I felt.

"Please... stop."

My voice was still so small, but in his presence it was hard to not feel pathetic and weak.

He hummed down at me in question, his lips resting in my hair as he continued to rub my back. I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good, it became harder and harder to remember what he did to my parents and feel the anger and sadness that accompanied it. Now I just felt odd, I was scared to be with the damn Emperor of the whole galaxy but It was like I was slowly forgetting them. I figured it must be his use of the force, the thought sent a wave of fresh naked pure fear through me. I didn't want to forget, it felt like a betrayal to forget them by the hands of their murderer. I wouldn't let that happen.

"Stop."

I forced myself to seem more confident in my words, Pressing on his chest trying to get up, to put some distance between us, hoping that it would weaken his hold on my mind with some distance or even just my resistance. I didn't know much of anything about the force, just that force sensitives could do things with it like put words in your mind and lift things.

I pushed a little harder. If it came to a fight I would clearly lose but he may be willing to give me a little space.

My poor little one, I could feel her fear, her resistance even her confusion rolling off her in waves. She was so scared, scared of me, the force, she didn't want to give in and by no means was she weak minded but she didn't understand the force nor did she know how to fight it.

She was pushing away from me, I could feel how stressed she was, she felt so many emotions none of them the ones she should feel in my arms, just fear. She needed her space, but I didn't want to give it to her.

From the moment I saw her I knew she had to be mine, she looked so vulnerable, so weak and so scared with confusion, having no idea why we had come to such a small insignificant planet. But from that first moment I saw her I knew I would have her, no matter what, she was mine.

I knew killing her parents would have a negative effect on our relationship, but I wouldn't let something as insignificant as them get in the way of having what was rightfully mine.

I was broken out of my thoughts when I felt another push on my armoured chest by her small hand, calloused from all her days of hard work, She would never have to work again, I didn't want to let her go, but giving her some space would be beneficial to gain her trust.

I let her go reluctantly. She stood up, a little wobbly after taking a few steps away from our bed. The second I saw her shake as if her knees where about to give out made me want to rush to her, pull her in my arms and never let go again.

She pulled her hand up to her head, her head down and eyes closed. She knew I was using the force to keep her calm and I could see she suspected that I was easing her parents out of her mind. She was smart, my sweet little girl, but she didn't know the force well, and while she wasn't weak minded her thoughts where loud and very clear to a master of the force.

Her voice was so weak, she really was so scared. Again, I wanted to hold her to my chest and never let go, make sure she knew that she was safe with me, but all good things come to those who wait and she was a sweet thing I would wait for and give her her space, within reason, of course.

"Stop."

"What do you mean, little one?"

I knew what she meant, but step one of making her mine would be coxing her to tell me what she wanted, what she needed, even if I knew

"My mind... s-stop toying with I-it."

I could practically hear the tears in her voice, but with my use of the force they wouldn't fall. She must have felt so pent up, unable to get her emotions out, cry like she needed to.

I loosened my hold on her mind slowly, enough to let her feel her fear but not enough to let her truly focus on the memory of her parents.

The second I did fresh tears spilled from her face, I hated it. Hated seeing my little one cry and hiccup softly, her hands unable to keep up with all her tears, some one them falling to the cold floor.

All I could think of was how much I wanted to hold her shaking form, how much I wanted to comfort her. But she would only push me away.

I reach into her mind again, not to control her emotions but to see what she was thinking. But she wasn't even really thinking anymore, she was just scared and confused. Not knowing what would happen to her next. I realized she didn't even take the time to look around, see where she was.

She kept shaking, she was mostly shaking because she was scared, she didn't even notice how cold she was. Space was a cold place, and in a metal ship with bare feet and a thin gown that showed so much of her skin it must have felt that much colder, my poor little one.

I wanted to pick her up, tuck her back into our warm blankets, take off my armour pull her into my warm chest and watch as she slowly drifted off into sleep.

Instead I walked over to the fireplace. It was a few meters away from the foot of the bed with two couches and a table between them where I often did work when my office was no longer suitable.

I start a fire and strip away some of my armour leaving me in a pair of pants and a lose black tunic. it felt good to be rid of the heavy armour, It worked well for intimidation and making me seem inhuman, it made people fear me all the more, but my dear little one is not someone that should fear me.

Once the armour is put away and the fire is large and burning brightly I move towards my little one. She was still crying, her hands still trying to wipe away all her tears that just kept on coming.

I was much taller than her, she only came up to my chest, if that. she was so small and frail and in need of protection, my protection.

I stand close to her, I wanted touching her, my hands where outstretched to her. her head was held down as she tried to cry as silently as she could, my poor baby girl.

'Come little one, you must be so cold, come sit by the fire."

She looks up at me with puffy cheeks and red eyes and swollen lips, she must have been biting them trying to keep quiet.

She was very hesitant, backing away a little, albeit shakily.

Despite wanting to grab and hold her close, I resist the urge, it would only scare her more. I hated having to take things slow, but she would give in eventually, with a little assistance.

I slipped into her mind again, she was trying desperately to think of her parents, any memory at all, scared to lose them. it was sweet how much she cared for them but now they where gone, I would have to teach her how to rely on me now.

I use the force to project some of my feelings, making her feel that I wouldn't hurt her, that she was safe and that I only had her best interests at heart.

She was so tense, it hurt me to see her this way.

I step closer, she tensed even more, her hands now at her chest clutching the hem of the gown with shaky hands. I place my hands on her upper arms, rubbing lightly, smiling lovingly at her.

She jumped a little but not out of fear, She looked down to where my right hand was placed then over to my left and my right again. I chuckled lowly at her realization, she didn't seem to notice before that I had a fake arm. For a moment all her fear washed away, replaced by her curiosity.

I loved the look on her face, not scared, not confused, nothing but a good healthy curiosity and the want to ask questions.

She kept staring at my mechanical hand, wide curious eyes that I longed to get lost in, but first things first.

I rub my right thumb grabbing her attention again. her head whips up to me so fast, I think she might have gotten whiplash, but then looks down again with red cheeks, ears and shoulders, embraced at her staring.

"I'm sorry."

Again, her voice was soft, but this time she wasn't scared. I chuckled at her.

"No need to apologies, little one. Its quite the interesting thing to see. I assume it's safe to say you've never seem anyone with a missing limb before?"

In her more calm state I was able to slowly lead her to the couches on the edge closet to the fire, she slight shaking stoping completely now that she was warming up by the fire.

Once she is sat down, I sit beside her. Her back faces the fire and her front faces me but her knees as tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

To my surprise she shakes her head.

"There was an old traveler that came to the tavern once, he had lost his left arm in some freak accident when he was young."

I tilt my head a little, a silent suggestion for her to continue.

"I had just never seem anyone with a working moving prosthesis before... I-I didn't mean to be rude."

At her last statement she turned her head away, not wanting to look at me with her embarrassment.

This was perfect, I got her talking, I just had to keep her that way. it was the perfect distraction for the time being. That and my slight use of the force helped keep her parents out of the forefront of her brain, she was much more calm now.

She curled up into herself more, hugging her knees to her chest tighter than before, I knew I couldn't expect everything to be prefect from the get go but I hated seeing her like this, too scared to even sit openly with me. It broke my heart.

"Ohhh no, little one~ it wasn't rude."

I moved a little bit closer to her, she didn't seem to notice with her head down. I wished she would look me in the eye so that I could see hers. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

"Its quite the engineering marvel, It was custom made from me during the clone wars but I added modifications and designed the gold and black design it has now. I can even feel with it a little, not like a real limb but if I wasn't looking and someone touched my hand I would know."

I hold my right hand out to her for inspection, hoping she would grab it. Giving her the option to do or not do something was a good first step in making her feel more safe and secure.

I hold my hand palm up, a clear invitation to hold it. She lifts her head up to get a better look at it, clearly interested. I could feel her curiosity with the force but I could also feel her fear. She just needed a little nudge.

I was already manipulating her mind a little, keeping my force signature weak, she may not be force sensitive but she knew I was and a random unknown feeling in he brain that one had never felt before is a pretty big give away.

I strengthen my hold on her mind a little, just making a wash of calm run over her, Making sure she always felt calm and safe around me would be important and with a little help from the force it made the process that much quicker.

After a few moments she slowly reached out, she wasn't as hesitant but her hands moved at a snails pace.

I almost grabbed her and pulled her in my lap when her soft hands grabbed mine. I couldn't feel it very much but I could feel a light buzzing, the hands sensors going off. I wish she was holding my real hand, I could feel my fingers twitch at the thought as it rests on my thigh.

Her hand moved mine around, feeling much more confident now or maybe she was just distracted now that she had something to fiddle with.

Her fingers gently prodded at mine, curling them and un-curling them. She moves to my palm, tracing the design of it for a second then moving up to my wrist to my forearm. Finally after what felt like an eternity her fingers made to where my fake arm meets my real one right underneath my elbow.

I closed my eyes in bliss when her fingertips gently brushed my skin. I loved being able to really feel her, If only for a few moments at a time.

I opened my eyes again to stare at her lovingly. Her eyes where full of curiosity, being able to explore something she had never seen before. It just made me all the more obsessed.

My fingers kept twitching with ever touch she gave me, feeling the need to hold her more. Keeping her still with the force earlier was good, the feeling of holding her like that felt amazing but it wasn't enough.

Even while caring her back to the ship my heavy thick armour was in the way, not allowing me to really hold her. I only wore the armour for intimidation proposes. No one alive had seen me without it now that Sidious was dead. The anonymity and emotionless feel that suit gave me made me all the more intimidating.

As I take in her features I was brought back to reality when I heard a grumble.

(Y/N)'s hand slipped away from mine and wrapped around her knees again, her head to the side trying to his how red her face had gotten but her ears and bare shoulders gave her away.

"Hungry, little one?"

She nods embarrassed. I couldn't help chuckling at her, my outside appearance playful but on the inside I was seething. On her planet it would be around ten at night, of course she was hungry, how could I have been so neglectful to not take care of her needs.

I get up, brushing my fingers lightly on her knee. She didn't flinch this time, instead looking up at me shyly, this was improvement.

"Ill be back with some food, till then feel free to roam about, this is your room so you have a right to everything in it, alright little one?"

I felt the need to tell her that everything in here was hers. I didn't want her to be shy about her exploring, the more she got used to her new surroundings the better. One problem however was that our rooms on my ship was different to the rooms on Coruscant. That would be a whole new place to get use to, but I would cross that bridge when I get there. We still had time before we jumped into hyper space and several hours in hyper space so I had plenty of time to think on it. That is, If I can keep my mind off my little one.

The second the Emperor left to get food I fell forward shoving my face into the cushions of the couch, I felt so embarrassed. First I blatantly touch and explore his hand but then my stomach growls.

After a few seconds of not being able to breath with my face shoved in the cushions I decide to get up and explore.

The room was very large, a king sized bed with now unmade blankets was right by the fireplace, the fireplace facing the foot of the bed with couches and and a coffee table on a carpet then went under both couches as well.

To the left of the fireplace was the door the Emperor left out of, it was very big but I guess it had to be considering how tall he was but the door was also really wide, about the width of two doors. to the right of the fireplace was another door, just as tall but only the width of one door.

I walk over, getting goosebumps immediately once my bare feet touch the cold metal. I walk over to the door and open it with the button panel on the side. It was a refresher with a door to the left. the fresher was pretty standard. It looked very clean and fancy. Like the main room it was mostly black. I assume that it was just his colour of choice but both rooms did have come colour. The sheets, pillows, carpet and towels in the freshen are a dark bloody red.

I go to the door on the left, it was a wardrobe, filled with all black clothes. the room wasn't very big but it didn't really need to be either, what scared me was the full set of armour at the end of the room. In my head it solidified the fact I was with the Emperor, without his suit it was easy to forget, seeing a living face and not an emotionless mask. the only clue that it was a person and not a droid being the sound of his breathing.

I could feel my tears well up, thinking about my parents again. The second I think fo their dead body's I feel like a fog has been lifted from my brain, Like I was remembering something I had forgotten for years.

I start to dry heave, not having anything in my stomach at the time, especially because I never got a chance to eat my lunch I packed. I feel my knees shake under me, threatening to give out any second.

I look up from the floor while I leaned against the door frame of the fresher. I feel my stomach drop. I never noticed it before. I don't know how I didn't, now that I see it its painful obvious its there. To the right of the bed it a window. The whole wall was the window but it was pitch black until I cared to actually look at it.

I slowly make my away out of the refresher, my hand over my mouth trying to ground myself and not throw up stomach acid.

before It just seemed like all the other black walls in the room, but now that I take a closer look it was a window. The sky was pitch black, like it was in the dead of night but now I could see little dots in random order all over. I walk closer, placing my hand on the window just to conform it was one.

I fall to my knees for the umpteenth time, fear racking thought my body as the realization hit me. I knew I wasn't home that much was obvious but know seeing the large never-ending expanse of stars that was space really hit me.

I wasn't home, I was with the emperor on a giant ship in the middle of space going maker knows where. I wasn't home, and I would probably never be able to go home again.

I crumple up into myself and sob uncontrollably. The tears seeming never ending as I cry my heart out.

As I walk down the hall to my little ones room I find myself more rushed then I normally would have.

I could feel my little ones distress, I pulled away for a few minutes getting distracted by my chefs incompetency and when I realize I had pulled away I gently eased myself back into her mind only to find her in pain.

She wasn't physically in pain, but her head was a mess of sorrow and trauma. I was a fool to leave her when she was still so emotanally fragile. Even more of a fool to be so carless as to pull away from her mind.

I couldn't get to our room fast enough, opening the door only for my heart to break a little. There on the floor leaning against the window was my poor little (Y/N) crying her little heart out.

She looked as broken as her mind felt. Huddled close to herself, her hand clenched tightly to her chest as her sobbed uncontrollably. Her cheeks and eyes red and puffy, her eyes shut so tightly that it looked like she would not open them again.

She didn't even seem to notice my presence yet, I quickly set her food down on the coffee table and rush over to her. I fall to my knees and wrap her in my arms pulling her into my lap. She was cold as ice despite the fire burning. She didn't even acknowledge my holding her, just sobbing in my chest as I hold her as close as I possibly could, slipping back into her mind in an attempt to ease her pain and her parents from her mind. It would be much harder now, she was focus on them, their faces, how they died.

My force signature was heavy in her mind, she seemed to notice what I was doing. Her parents slipping from her mind regardless of how hard she tried to hold on. Finally acknowledging me she pushed against me, her hands shoving on my chest trying to get out of my hold only for me to hold on to her tighter.

"Shhhhhh, little one. Relax, let me help you. I will make it stop hurting."

My voice was quiet and calm, my lips brushing her ear a little. I was happy to have her in my arms but this wasn't how I wanted it to happen.

Her hands where shaking, all of her was shaking really, trying to get away. She seemed to think that if she got out of my hold my hold on her mind would also leave.

"No- no let me go."

"Shhhhh, (Y/N) I need you to calm down. Let me help"

She pushes harder but I wouldn't let her go, not when my little one was in so much distress whether she wanted me to or not.

"No."

She was clearly adamant about not letting me hold her or help her so I guess I have to do this the hard way. It would be easier to work with her mind without any resistance anyway.

I sigh deeply, I didn't want to have to do this but it was my best option.

Before she could push on me again I grabbed both her wrists in one of my hands, she was so much smaller then me, her wrists where so small that my fingers overlapped as I held her.

My other hand shoved her face into my neck, holding her by the top of her neck and the bace of her skull. She struggled as hard as her little body could still shaking uncontrollably.

"Shhhhhhh, little one~. I promise by the time you wake up everything will be ok."

With that I force her to sleep with he force. She would wake up with a hell of a headache, her mind was so active and in distress, being forced to sleep wouldn't be pleasant.

I pick her up and tuck her back into bed. I look over at her forgotten food. She will be starving by the time she wakes up, I'll make sure some food is waiting for her when she wakes up.

I walk over to the fresher, It had been a long day for us all.

I figured have a few minutes to let her mind calm down and relax fully would be good before I go rooting around in there. I strip and have a shower. Enjoying the feeling of the water wash over me I allow myself to relax knowing my love was waiting for me in our bed.

I never thought I would love anyone the way I loved Padmé but my love for (Y/N) put all out time together to shame, I knew the second I saw her she would be mine. I had to have her and this time I would make sure nothing ever happened to her.

Once I was all dried off I put on some loose fitting pants and made my way to bed. I make my way under the blankets for behind her and pull her close to my chest. With the open back on her dress I could feel her skin pressed up against mine. It felt so good having her so close. My arms wrapped around her stomach holding her close.

I slowly reach my hand up to her forehead pressing it into my neck. I slowly start to work her parents from her mind, sealing away her thoughts and memory of her parents, making the memory of my taking her very foggy. I couldn't give her memory's that weren't hers but I could make sure she wouldn't think about them.

I take my time, if I went to fast her headache would be ten times worse when she wakes up, but already its going to be pretty bad. Messing with someones mind was never a comfortable thing for the victim.

I would give her some pain meds when she woke up too.

Once I was done and was sure she wouldn't remember anything I make sure the blanket was pulled up to her shoulders and tuck her close to my chest, intertwining our hands As I breath her in, finally able to relax with my little one safe in my arms.

Soon we would be home, and our new life would begin.

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hi can you do sith anakin x reader (reader has healing powers but no one knows it she is both fascinated and scared of anakin and watches him secretly (he senses it) everytime he walks in front of her etc) reader is maid and she is amazed by story of kybers and lightsaber. So one time her duty is hanging his robes so she goes to his room scaredly but after getting her job done she realizes his lightsaber is there so she cant help but examine, touch his lightsaber but he senses it and suddenly behind her after that idk yandere stuff happens and when he touches her he senses her healing powers so chooses her as his personal maid and makes her massage his temples everynight for headache, a bond starts to form between them

A/N: This is usually the kind of specificity I like to keep commissions for, but regardless I enjoyed trying out the scene building based on your suggestion! I appreciate your request :) I hope you enjoy <3

pairing: Sith!Anakin x reader

content warning: brief choking, power dynamic

word count: 3.2k

Your eyes watched him go by. Black enveloped by more black, a wave of terror rushes over you at the sight of his path. His robes define evermore the intimidation wishing to be imbued within his subjects as his path is blazed with red. Though with careful luck, you found yourself his maid. Or well, one of many. There was a great deal of women tasked with the upkeep of the empire, and so very often his own dwelling. But that was incredibly rare. No one was allowed so close to him, and especially to you all he was was but a mystery.

You trace his body as it walks past you, watching as yellow eyes and the brood of a Greek tragedy coat his face peppered with strands of brown hair that fell to his lower neck. Though your eyes linger upon his waist, a specific item that never fails to catch your whimsy is the handle to the blade no one but him ever held anymore.

Order 66.

You remember watching that transpire. Though you were quite young, you remember the Jedi. You remember their blades, how they were formed, the kybers harvested from far-off planets and infused into specialized sheaths that harbored great power divinely intertwined with its wielder. When you were young you envied the force, yearned for it to grace you with it's presence though as you grew older and more practical, you settled for an infatuation with the lightsaber's story. And with your master, boss if you will, being the only one left with such a sight, it oftentimes shed from your mind that insurmountable fear of him, to one of fascination and wonder. What was his story?

That's a question no one knew, and no one ever would know.

Fear washes over you. Immanent, impending doom. You slowly gaze up from where you allowed your eyes to wander for many moments too long, to find the eyes of Anakin staring back at you. FUCK.

…

The silence is more petrifying than the words he could say. The fear of not knowing overtook the fear of what he was going to do and he knew that. However, after a moment longer, he left without a word. A clacking of heel against freshly cleaned tile slowly drifting off into another corridor as you are left with a heart rate that could kill. Your breath levels after a few more moments of silence enveloping you, an empty room, and a myriad of assumptions to be made. But regardless, your mind still sits on the sway of the saber along his belt. Its complexity still entices you as much as it ever has.

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“You wish me to, drop these in his room?”

Held within your hands are the robes that which Anakin wears on his daily excursions, often needing to be washed and repaired due to stains and wear; though the stench of blood could never quite leave it’s woven threads.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“Oh no uh, not at all. I just didn't know that was within my realm of ability”

“Well, it is now. So do your job. And don't think we won't be making sure you don't do anything you’d regret.”

Stern eyes meet yours, for a droid that is. Your manager in a way, is a droid. A bit odd, but takes out the reasonability of a human to be compelled to go against code. This thing is more apt to kill you than anything else.

Though with little more convincing needed, you take the robes down the infamous corridor that seldom ever walked. You could feel the aura of his common passage seep from the metal beneath you as the hallway never seemed to end. Anxiety wells up in you as you approach its entrance.

This is where Anakin lives. Lord, Anakin.

A loud beep of a properly put-in keypad was what proceeded to a large hissing of the doors opening. You slowly enter within its realm, one slow foot over the other, scouring every area for possible life that you should undoubtedly be in fear of. Despite having a reason to be there, the intimidation lingers within every surface he’s touched, every glass held that lay on the coffee table, and undoubtedly the bed at which he sleeps that you stare at with eyes of awe. You saw Anakin for a moment, within this room. Not the Sith, but the man. You saw the empty glass of water next to his bed, the disheveled sheets that indicate a bed slept in, you see things left half open- the living of a person within these walls. Though one of the things you notice left open is his closet. Your destination is to be swiftly met and your activity finished. Before people start to question. You make your way into his closet, swiftly put his things where they belong, and exit his room.

However, something stops you. It catches your eye, the glint of it's metal reflects off the sun that shines through his windows and you stop where you are immediately.

His lightsaber.

Why it wasn't with him, is a mystery you hold with much contemplation but all sense is overriden being in such close proximity to the single weapon you’ve been infatuated with since you first laid eyes on it. It’s almost as though it calls to you, sings to you.

A head moving left and right, surveying its surroundings as you stand alone in this room does the desire grow too strong. Your hand outstretched, slow feet step closer to it. Until it's finally touched your fingers. The meer power exuding from it is never something you could have accounted for, but probably should have. A touch of fingers grows into a grip of fingers, and a grip upon it grows into both hands holding this item yearned for your entire life. You felt euphoric, this isn't something you thought you’d ever be able to feel, or experience. Eyes look down into its core and see the kybercrystal staring back at you, and with simple means, you find the blade ignited in a red beam of flame that relayed noise with every motion of it as you softly swung it in the open air. A smile coated on your face in a way you've never felt, joy so strong your face hurts from pure happiness.

This was very short-lived.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

your stomach drops as you hear a horrifyingly familiar voice sound behind you.

Anakin.

It's, you, didn't even hear him come in. It's as if he appeared. The blade drops from your hand, sheathing itself in the process so all that follows its loss of grip is the hard clank of metal greeting the hard tile of the floor where you stood.

Hurried, petrified voice that only sounded a means for survival as your mind stayed blank with terror;

“Oh please, god oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. Please sir don't hurt me plea-”

Without another word you are thrown against a wall, feeling the choke of his hands from feet away as he holds his arm out to signify the force used to harm you.

“Did you really not think I’d feel something like that? Do you know nothing, young girl? The moment you laid eyes on that thing it is as though you laid eyes upon me. Which I promise you I’ve noticed as well. Do you work for the rebels perhaps? Or are you just nosy?”

your hand grasps at an invisible hand across your throat, restricted air desperately escapes your body as you gasp for breath within his grasp. All you can muster is a “No”

“No what?”

Furrowed brows and rancor coating his yellow eyes, a scowl across his mouth as he tightens his grip upon your neck as a sadistic means to give you a thought that you may have a chance to actually explain yourself.

Though as your hands follow the lines of your neck, you feel the bruise forming around you heal. The strained vocal cords of a woman choked begin to grow well as you grace yourself with the one thing that’s made your world livable as of late. An attunement with life and death that has made you well-equipped to heal. You couldn't bring people back from the dead, but you could heal them from the brink of it. That included yourself, and though it's never been as useful as it is at this moment, it has saved you many times in the past. Especially others.

His eyes begin to show sight of confusion at the lack of intense struggle; a sterner look upon your face as you try to heal yourself with hands softly drawn across your neck, he quickly notices the wounds on you disappear as he creates them. He stops his tournament for but a moment, taken aback at the sight of such a thing. A thing he's never seen before, the ability to heal what was once broken with powers within only yourself.

“What do you think you're doing?”

You collapse to the ground, gasping for air but not nearly as much as you’d need to if it hadn't been for your healing. His voice is deep, laced with anger as his lesson on you didn't seem to reach it’s desired outcome, but regardless curiosity got the better of him as he truly desired an explanation for your ability.

“Sir please I-, I don't want to die. There's so much unfinished for me to do and I just-”

“That's not what I asked. How are you healed.”

You pause for a moment. Realizing that he noticed yet again what you try so hard to hide. Touching your neck ever so slightly you shift the direction of what you explain to him;

“This is, I can heal. That’s all that I can do sir. I don't do it too often, I don't know what it does. Or how I can do it, really.”

“Can it heal others?”

An opening. Your salvation.

“Yes! Yes. Yes, I can. Please, I'll heal whoever you need me to. Please just spare me.”

“Get out.”

You pray thanks and run as quickly as you can. As your feet hit the tile that separated the entrance of his dwelling and the corridor you were in just moments ago, it felt as if an eternity was spent within the confines of that room. Confronting him as he stood there ready to kill you. You have never felt so grateful in your whole life, that you were able to make your way free after all you did. After touching, even playing with his saber.

You touched his saber.

It hit you then. That you finally actualized something that you allowed overtake you in obsession-- something that meant an unfathomable amount to you, something you’d dreamed of your whole life. And you got away with it.

Desire overtook you, replaying those brief moments of freedom in your head over and over as you yearn for just another moment with it in your hands. Just a second more, the sound gracing your ears for just one more turn. But you couldn't. You barely saved yourself from his grasp the first time, there's no means to say he wouldn't do away with you if you ever tried something like that again. Like you could even get close again. You wouldn't be surprised if he just allowed a delay of the inevitable, that tomorrow morning there would be inquisitors at your door ready to whisk you away like they did any other rebel spy.

You needed to sleep. There's nothing productive out of the fear you held within yourself, and as you slowly lulled yourself into a slumber that coming night, all that filled your dreams were action and power wielded within the saber. The feeling of it in your hand, the way it weighed on you, the power you felt exude from the weapon's very core only allowed more vivid actualization of what had been the dreams you kept for years upon years. You were enamored with Anakin even more after this point, and despite the fear that lingered deep in your heart, there's something to be said about feeling his essence for but a moment. It was something inexplicable, something fascinatingly complex.

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“Lord Anakin wishes to speak with you.”

A knock upon your door as morning broke followed by this request from a member of Anakin's innumerable messengers across the empire. He hands you a bit of paper requesting, or moreso demanding your audience in his dwellings at 5 in the evening that day.

Looking at a clock shining a bright 7 a.m., all that welled within your heart was fear and anticipation. your door closed once the messenger had provided you with the information he was tasked with, and alone you stood for a moment at your entryway trying to gather what he could have wanted from you. You were insignificant at best, all that caught his eye was your increasingly daring behavior that hinged on means for execution. Though for some reason you lived, and for that very reason you held a modicum of faith that there was somehow a positive means to be in his private audience.

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As your day drew to a close, every minute feeling like hours against the impending clock that determined at 5 pm, may you live to see the next day, or might you not be so lucky. Quickly changing out of your working clothes, you make your way to Anakin's room with an intense grasp on the time, so as to not be a moment too late. Or early for that matter.

Stood outside the arched doorway of his room you sit there with a quickened heart. Anticipation and petrification consume you respectively as the only door that divided you from him was little effect in withholding the feeling of him right on the other side, the aura of a man who had little remorse. Sympathy. Consideration or especially means for compromise. It was what he wanted, or death. You reminded yourself, steeling yourself for whatever he may demand of you as you enter.

“You may come in already.”

His voice booms from the inside of the room. He could tell you were there. He could sense your fear no doubt, tell your presence from behind a steel door. You enter with haste.

There you find him sitting on a chair, waiting for you to approach him. With cautious steps you obliged, taking in all you could of your surroundings-- surveying for anything that may cue you in a second before he does.

You stand a few feets' distance from him.

“No, come here.”

He motions his hand towards you, as you observe a face of indifference at the sight of you. It was better than anger. Much, better than anger.

You arrive at around a half-foot distance from him, and with that he commands;

“Give me your hands.”

As he opens up with both his arms outstretched as you slowly move them into his, feeling a cold and calloused hand grab yours the moment they were in reach, and moving them slowly to his temple. You stood there in silence as he closed his eyes at the touch of your fingers upon his face, a furrowed brow that implied that you weren't providing for him what he had expected of you.

And then it dawned on you. He wants you to heal him.

“Would you, like me to heal you, sir?”

A polite tone coated your voice to hide any semblance of anxiety or embarrassment.

“Yes.”

“Well, I can't quite do that without knowing the source. Can you tell me what you want to heal?”

“Headaches. Migraines. Must I say more.”

“No, no not at all. Thank you, sir.”

And so with gentle hands along his temples, you feed within him the power that he has grown privy to. Though as you watch along his face an unforeseen tension seems to be released from his face as it grows softer under your touch. A scowl turns into a resting face, and a furrow of brows evens out for a feeling of tranquility you can only assume overtook the body of a man relieved of an incessant headache.

And a tear, runs from his face.

After a few more minutes you feel as though you’ve done all you can, and let up from his face.

He looks at you for a moment, and you see someone you oddly recognize. For but a moment the gruff exterior of a man dealing with war looks upon you like, just a man. No amount of intimidation could negate the fact that he was just that, and as you healed his mind, you felt as though a bit of his heart was able to shine through in its place.

“Very well. I expect you to report here instead of your usual station tomorrow from now on. Is that clear?”

“Oh uh, yes sir. May I ask what you will be expecting of me from now on? What shall I do for you?”

“You will be my personal assistant. Do you object to my order?”

“No, no sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.”

And as you turn away to walk back to your room, he calls upon you once more.

“Thank you.”

That is all he says, and proceeds to turn into his bedroom through a separate door. As you depart from his home, you feel within yourself a well-developed liking for Anakin that overshadows the fear you held for him. To understand him is what you desire most, and although to heal the mind isn't to be able to read it, you realize that much can be learned through what parts of a person hurt most.

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As time went on, to report to his door every day and follow his list of commands, cleaning his place, placing his robes, and most importantly healing his mind most every night, you began to learn intimate details of him that made him quite human to you. He was very slow to speak, only when it was absolutely necessary. But he was kind to you, and as time grew on he seemed to enjoy you as well. You gathered that no one visited him, no one really felt comfortable in his presence and that was something that drastically changed within your own feelings toward him.

And as the bond grew even stronger, he had a room built for you close to that of his own, as a means to keep you closer for when he needed it. He was very hard of emotion, and in those moments of healing is really the only time you felt as though you could truly see Anakin. And there's cause to believe he thinks so as well. To heal his mind is to heal his heart in a way, and with every night spent together for a few minutes softened him up to you immensely.

He felt vulnerable around you, and that made him feel human, even for just a moment.

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